#so they really freaked out and began begging my forgiveness

[arctic-hands]

Time and distance heals things I guess. My parents got into an abusive fight with me after i took markers and pens to most of my clothes in middle school to scribble doodles and social justice messages (most prominently, Save Darfur–which really needs to be a rallying cry again given that the genocide has kicked up again as the Sudanese civil war rages). They were worried I'd look "unpresentable" in my massively oversized boy graphic tees and baggy jeans held up only by the grace of God (this was all by choice btw, i had and have always despised tight clothing and by middle school I had shunned girl clothes all together). But now at 31 I make mention of writing messages in sharpie on new t-shirts and my mom thinks it's cool and my dad offered to buy me proper fabric markers (I declined bc the cheap shirts will prolly wear out before the sharpies fade anyway). Go figure

[pinkthrone445]

-Your new neighbor- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, love, hurt

Warnings: manipulation, mention of accidents, mention of blood and medical procedures

Summary:Upon hearing the tragic news, Mel decides never to leave your side again

Fuck fuck fuck At what point had this happened, hours ago Mel was sad and angry not knowing whether to talk to you again or not, and now that she was driving to the hospital like crazy, she would give everything in her life to see you and hear your voice once again...What if she never saw you again? Guilt would eat away at her all her life for fighting the last time you were together. The guilt would swallow her for not having listened to you, for not having given you the opportunity to explain things, for not opening the door for you every time you went to see her, for not going to your exhibition... Maybe if she had gone to the exhibit you would have gone out to eat together or talk and this wouldn't have happened, maybe she would have driven home and taken a different route or you two would have gone out earlier to celebrate somehow and you would never have crossed paths with that drunk driver. If she hadn't revived the idea of the gallery art, you wouldn't have ended up driving late at night and this accident wouldn't have happened...What if... What if... What if she lost the best thing that ever happened to her...

A thousand things went through the redhead's head while she was trying to find out where they had you hospitalized, when she finally found the hospital, the whole world fell apart when she finally realized everything that was happening, she couldn't believe it was real, no one at the front desk wanted to tell her anything about you, they wouldn't let her pass or answer her questions fearing that she was just another reporter of the many who had gone. She tried to explain a thousand times, begging to be let her in or to ask your sister to confirm that they knew her, but no one listened to her. She didn't even know if you were alive or not, she needed to see you, touch you, listen to you, beg you to forgive her stupidity, she needed something, she needed you.

Melissa sat in the waiting room thinking of some plan so they let her through, she thought about breaking in but surely she would be caught and taken to jail or something and that would only make it difficult to see you, she also thought about calling one of her guys, but no one had enough power to accomplish this, she thought of begging, of crying, of somehow going up to the terrace and going in that way, of searching room by room in the thousands of stretchers that were there, she was thinking the impossible, everything was worth thinking but nothing would work, nothing would take her to you, she was desperate to see you.

Not knowing what else to do, she took out her cell phone and unlocked your number, all the messages you had sent her in this time apart, began to arrive and that only made her feel worse and cry more.

-"I miss you" "I need you" "My life it's not the same without you" "Im sorry if I hurt you, can we talk?" - and the last one, minutes away from the accident-"The art gallery was a success, and I owe most of it to you... Thanks for giving me the courage to do what I love... I really wish you were here..."-She was the last person you texted before the accident, she was probably your last thought before everything happened and she was so stubborn that she might never see you again. All the chances she missed, all the wasted time being mad for nothing... When she could have been with you... Melissa was freaking out, she needed to hear from you, to see you...

And then... Like a gift from heaven, like a ray of hope. Your sister came out of the elevator, Melissa jumped out of her seat like a spring and tried to run with your sister but was stopped by doctors

-"Please! I beg you! Let me in, I need to see her"-Melissa pleaded with her teary eyes, her screams caught the attention of your sister

-"Let her in, she's coming with me"-Your little sister whispered hoarsely for crying so much, Mel sighed in relief when she saw that she was let in, as she approached your sister, Mel hugged her tightly and your sister barely reciprocated with almost no strength to even breathe

-"How is she? Can I see her?"-Mel asked and your sister just sighed looking at the older one

-"She is in intensive care, intubated without reacting... She had broken bones and internal bleeding, she barely made it out alive, the next few hours are critical and we have to see how she reacts... If you want I can get them to let you in, but she doesn't look good, she's so beaten up..."-Your sister whispered, still hugging the redhead and about to cry again

-"I need to see her, please" - Mel pleaded and your sister nodded, after lying at the front desk and saying that Melissa was your wife, they gave her a pass so she could come into your room and see you.

You were only in a few floors above, but the wait un the elevator took forever. When the elevator beeped and the doors opened, your sister guided her to your room, it was a very controlled private room. When she entered, she could see on one of the tables the teddy bear that you used to have on your bed along with some flowers. When her eyes fell on your body, her heart almost stopped. There you were, so fragile, so pale, so hurt. Lots of machines hooked up to you, your face full of cuts and bruises, a part of your head bandaged, your leg in a cast and held high, the serum attached to your arm and a tube went down your throat so you could breathe. Mel turned to look at your sister, who avoided looking at you because of how bad you were. Carefully the redhead approached your bed and took your motionless hand, caressing it gently with her thumb while tears fell down her cheeks unable to help it

-"Hey... It's me, Melissa... I... I..."-Mel sighed, trying to find the strength to talk to you-"I need you to listen to me carefully hon, I know I was an idiot for not giving you a chance and listening to you and maybe you don't even want to see me right now, but I need you to keep fighting, to wake up even if it's just to yell at me how stupid I am. I need you to get better, I know how much you love your sister and I know you don't want to leave her alone. We need to see you well, you still have a lot to live for, a lot to paint and a thousand things to do... We need you to live, to fight, please..."-The redhead began to cry as she squeezed your hand tighter-"I need you please, I can't lose you again... You can't win a fight this way... Wake up please, fight me, fight dead, you're the strongest and smarter person I know, fight for your life, if isn't for yourself do it for me or your sister, if you are gone, we lost our happiness, our whiling to live, please. I need you, I... I love you..."-Her own sobs wouldn't let her continue, it was the first time she had ever said I love you to you, the first and she wished it wasn't the last... She had waited too long to say it, the words were choking her... Why she had to wait that long?...

-"Melissa... You have to go"-Your sister whispered, breaking the moment

-"What? Please don't, I just got here... I need to stay by her side, please..."-Mel pleaded and your sister sighed-"She needs me, I need her"-Melissa's voice was wobbling, she had just arrived, she needed to be by your side until you woke up and got better, she needed to take care of you

-"My father is coming and it's better of he doesn't see you here... Wait for me at the lobby, I need to tell you a few things..."-Your sister begged for Melissa not to insist anymore, the redhead nodded and kissed your hand gently before letting you go.

A few minutes later, while Melissa was drinking coffee, your sister sat down next to her

-"I'll tell you a few things and I need you to listen without interruption" - Your sister commented and the redhead nodded giving her the space to speak-"My sister... She loved you, she still does... I've never seen her so in love with someone as with you, the only one who knows the place where her paintings are besides you is me... She would never hurt you... My father, he is a man who always gets what he wants, he wanted my sister in the company and he got it, he got her to leave her dreams to work with him. He doesn't like you at all, you revived her dreams, you revived her, her happiness... My father threatened her for countless times, if she continued with you, with the paintings, with this life, he would take away her inheritance, she didn't care, she would rather be with you than have the money or the company... Then, he paid her ex to make a "business diner" with her, he also paid her to kiss my sister in front of some paparazzi so it would be in the news for you to see, so you would have a reason to stay away from her... His plan worked... She wanted to run away from him and back to you, but my father told her that if she did that, he would take me away from her... So she stopped trying to convince you to talk, she just gave up because of me, but that didn't mean that she was guilty of this or that she didn't loved you..."-Your sister finished speaking and Melissa sighed, she felt so stupid for ignoring you for so long, for not listening to you, the tears began to fall again, she was angry for so long by something stupid and now she didn't know if she would ever see your beautiful smile again, how she missed your smile... - "You can't be here, he will ruin your life too and if my sister wakes up, she won't forget herself if something happens to you... I will keep you posted, I will tell you when you can come here, but you can't stay right now, do you understand?" - Your sister asked, and Melissa nodded sadly.

The days began to pass, Mel came to visit you and take advantage of the minutes she could when your father was away, she talked to you about school things, about paintings, about your favorite restaurant, making future promises and begging every day that you would wake up.

One night, a call almost shattered her, your leg had become infected and you were in surgery, your leg was cut off below the knee before the infection could spread. Mel went to the hospital even though your father was there, a big fight started there between your father and her, but nothing made the redhead leave your side.

A week later, you began to show signs of improvement, as you no longer had an infection, your body began to improve greatly and quickly, you began to breathe on your own and the intubation was removed, now there were fewer machines and more space in the room, the redhead took it upon herself to decorate the room with things you liked.

One of the nights when the redhead was taking care of you, thanks to your sister convincing your father to leave her be there, Melissa fell asleep in a chair next to you clutching your hand as if her life depended on it

-"Mel...I'm thirsty and my leg itches"-The redhead heard your voice in her dreams as she had done so many times, but now you felt closer, more real-"Melissa... Please... I'm thirsty" - You insisted and the redhead opened her eyes waking up and smiling to see that it wasn't a dream, you had woken up

-"Hon! You're awake! Oh thank God and the doctors" -The redhead started kissing your face with a lot of emotion while you closed your eyes laughing almost powerlessly-"I'll call the doctors, wait for me please"-Mel ran excitedly and screaming through the hospital even though it was 3 in the morning, she also called your sister to let her know what was happening. The redhead had never felt happier in her life.

The doctors monitored you from top to bottom, they also informed you of the current situation and what had happened to your leg

-"I still can feel it, It itches" - It was the only thing you whispered trying to understand what had happened, the doctors explained that it was phantom syndrome and it was normal with people who had lost limbs. Mel held your hand the entire time as you talked.

Your life took a complete turn after all this, when you were discharged you couldn't be alone at home and for almost everything you depended on someone's help, you felt uncomfortable and worthless, and like a burden to others.

When your leg finally healed, witch it was hard to look at it by yourself, they started working on your prosthetics and starting to walk, which was another difficult reality to accept, the prosthetics and exercises hurt, everything they put was uncomfortable, you still felt your leg there, some days hurt more than others and cost more than others. You fell many times before you could take your first steps, and it took you a lot more work to be able to walk without crutches or without holding on to some things.

It took you even longer to be able to touch your scar and see yourself in front of the mirror without clothes and without prosthetics. Melissa stayed every part of the process by your side, cooking food for you, helping you clean, cleaning your scar, helping you bathe, in your therapies, in everything, she was there in every step. You were grateful for that, but you also felt like a complete burden to the redhead.

-"Mel... Can we talk please?"-You whispered as the redhead cooked, carefully stopped what she was doing, and came back with you sitting down in front of your wheelchair, giving you her full attention-"I really appreciate what you have done for me, I know I was not the easiest person to handle in this process, I appreciate your meals, your care, your help, your patience ,I really appreciate you... But now I've started walking on my own and maybe you should go back to your old life... I don't want to keep bothering you, I don't want to take up space in your life that maybe you could be taking up to do other things or meet more people..."-You whispered without looking at her, the hatred with which she had looked at you when she saw the news of your kiss with your ex was still in your head and you honestly didn't understand what she was doing there, why she came back to you. You didn't understand why she was with you or why she treated you so affectionately, it couldn't be because of attraction, maybe she was attracted to you before, but as you were now it was very difficult for the redhead to find you cute or enough

-"So, are you saying you want me to leave? Are you sure you don't need my meals anymore?"-The redhead joked and you sighed trying to show her you were serious

-"I'm saying that I'm letting you go... You don't need to do this anymore, you don't own me anything, you deserve a life, you don't need be stuck with me just because we makeout a couple of times, you can get someone better, someone whole..."-You whispered and the redhead understood, you were insecure about your new condition

-"But I don't want anyone else, there's no one better, I want you, I'm happy to be here... I almost lose you one time, I won't let you go again. I don't care if I have to help you go to the bathroom or help you get in the car, I'll do everything you need, I'll be by your side all the time. I know you are a little insecure about yourself right now, but believe, you look gorgeous, stronger, more perfect than ever, and I'll be by your side always to remind you... I love you so much that I can't be away from you, I won't go, no matter what or who comes between us, I won't walk away this time..."-Melissa whispered, taking your face in her hands, looking into your eyes

-"You love me?"- You whispered in disbelief

-"I've loved you since the first time I saw you smile at that party you threw... Neighbor" - She whispered smiling and kissed your forehead making you smile- "I love you since that time and I'll love you until my last breath"

-"I love you too neighbor... I came back for you, thank you for staying by my side all this time" - You whispered caressing her cheek-"Thanks for coming back for me"

-"Thanks for not giving up on life... Thanks for not giving up on me" - Melissa whispered and leaned her forehead against yours appreciating the quiet moment

-One Year Later-

A lot had happened in a year, since your sister was already 18 years old, she was no longer dependent on your father and thanks to a lawsuit in which you helped, she managed to inherit the company halfway with you. While you still helped a little with some things at the company, you decided to do what you loved the most and applied it to teach art, you quickly got a job at the school where Melissa was.

-"Well kids, please give a welcome to the new art teacher, (Y/N) Bright! - Melissa said excitedly presenting you at the kids, the children smiled a lot when they saw you enter, one of the little ones approached you curiously noticing your leg

-"Hi miss Bright, are you part robot?"-He asked, and Melissa looked at him nervously, fearing he would make you feel bad or embarrassed

-"I'm! I'm a cyborg teacher, I'm super smart and strong" - You responded by smiling at the redhead and the child, Mel heaved a sigh of relief and kissed your cheek

-"I will let you to it, you call me if you need anything" - she murmured before leaving the classroom listening to how the children asked you questions and said things

-"Cool! I've always wanted a robot teacher!" - A girl commented

-"Yeah! Tell us how you got your superpowers!"-Another little one added

Melissa smiled as she felt like you made up a story to entertain them, maybe you weren't a robot, but without doubt, you were the strongest person she knew.

[creedslove]

THE GHOST OF HIM 💔 - HEADCANONS

Post outbreak!Ghost!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: besties, I put a Joel poster up my wall and I was in hopes of having filthy, dirty, obscene and explicit dreams of him, and yet, I had this sad dream about our favorite old man :( it was such an emotional and sad dream I woke up with my heart breaking for him 🥺💔

"Baby girl, please, talk to me... Why don't you talk to me? Why won't you even look at me, tell what I've done, I apologize, please just forgive me and look at me"

• Joel begged you, he walked towards you but you turned away from him, as you shook your head and cried. He was so confused at everything that was happening, it was like one day he left for patrol and when he came back nothing was ever the same

• he didn't understand why people simply ignored him, why they didn't look at him nor talked to him, but it didn't actually bother Joel that much, not when it was everyone else, but the moment you also didn't pay attention to him? that concerned and hurt him

• to make things worse, what disturbed him the most was that you wouldn't stop crying and he couldn't find out why because you ignored him, he was so confused, it pained him to be treated like that, he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you, but how could he approach you if you wouldn't let him to

• time also confused him, he remembered waking up one morning and went on patrol, then he was ambushed by a group of people and this girl hit him on the head, and for a moment, he thought he would die, but suddenly he opened his eyes, looked around and everything seemed the same, he ran his hand through his hair and there was no blood, his head didn't hurt, so he figured the attack wasn't even that bad or maybe, just maybe he'd hallucinated the whole thing?! Or he got way too drunk with Tommy to remember?

• he remembered getting up and walking back home, things seemed so different and yet so familiar and he wasn't really sure, it took him very long for him to reach home, but he wouldn't really be able to tell, only when he got home and saw you crying was that he began freaking out for real

• Joel was so angry with that situation, he hated being ignored, especially when he knew there was something wrong with you, he tried calling you, drawing your attention, but only when he raised his voice and screamed at you, a lightbulb exploded out of nowhere making you jump and look around startled

"if only you were still here..."

• he heard you whisper and another wave of tears came crashing down your face, breaking his heart once more; when he was about to try and get your attention one more time, he saw you got up, putting on your jacket and leaving home. He didn't think twice, he stood up immediately and followed you, frowning the moment he saw the snowflakes falling all around you, he didn't remember the weather being that cold, he was almost sure it was still fall when he left

• when you got into the graveyard he was taken by some kind of anxiety, a deep fear Joel couldn't necessarily explain, but the moment you stood in front of one tombstone, was that he was paralyzed with shock and pain

"JOEL MILLER"

• that was what it said; the way you fell into your knees and cried in front of it, the way your fingertips traced the letters that formed his name as your body shook lightly from the cold and your cries and how Joel's tortured spirit watched you, how he still not believing what was happening and a part of him hoping it was just one sick twisted prank tried placing his hand on your shoulder, but you didn't even react to it

"please, look at me, I'm right here, this must be a mistake, a joke, a cruel prank... I'm here, your Joel, I'm fine, I'm not dead, please sweetheart, just look at me"

• he pleaded but his words were nothing more than just ghostly whispers, just like he was now. After a few minutes, you dried your tears, sniffing and taking a deep breath

"I love you, Joel, I always will, I love you very much"

• you professed your love once more, and knew it was time to go back, you didn't want to live a life without Joel anymore and yet, you couldn't give up, not when you had come so far

• your life without him was empty but as the weeks turned into months, you managed to pretend you were doing better in front of other people, and yet, every night before bed you spilled tears on your pillow and as for Joel, it took him a long time to accept he was gone and he was nothing more than just a ghost, and even if he saw the light and he could swear he heard Sarah's voice calling him, he still couldn't move on, not yet, so he would sit by your bed and touch you gently, in his ghostly touch, until he saw you had finally stopped crying and drifted off to sleep

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[badfanfictionaire]

“Jason wait!” she cried.

“Don’t beg,” he said with a sneer, “Or maybe I’ll turn you into a dog, give you something to really snivel about.” 

“Please, I said I was sorry, I’ll take you back, just don’t-”

“It’s too late, Chrissy. You’ve already ruined what we had. Everything was perfect! And you want to throw it all away, for what? A dream?” 

“I promise I’ll-”

“No, I’ve made up my mind. If you really want to, how did you phrase it? “Live your own life, out from under my shadow”, well then fine! I’ll give you what you want.” 

The embers in his eyes will forever haunt her. With no hesitation, he raised his wand and began reciting a spell she didn’t recognize. With a flick of his wrist, she was enveloped in a flurry of sparks. 

“Jason what did you do?!”

“Exposed you for what you really are,” he said simply, putting his wand back into his pocket, “Without me? You’re nothing but an ugly, pathetic, loser.” 

She looked down at her body and screamed in horror. Gone was her normal petite frame, instead, she saw swollen greenish limbs and an obtuse stomach that had torn through her pink sweater. 

“… A-An ogre?” 

“If you want to live on your own, seems to me the swamp on the edge of town is a perfect spot for just that.” 

For nearly a week she shut herself away in an abandoned cabin by the swamp.  No one came to look for her, which she decided was for the best.  She knew if anyone saw her in her current form they’d probably die of fear.  She’d caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window pane and nearly fainted herself. So instead she sealed herself inside and prepared to live the rest of her life in isolation, because there wasn’t a chance in Hell she was going to ask Jason’s forgiveness and have him reverse the curse.  If it could be reversed at all…

“Chrissy?” a voice startled her awake from her afternoon nap. “Come on, I know you’re in there!”

Where did she know that voice from? 

“I just want to make sure you’re ok.  Do you need anything? Food? Clothes? A deck of cards?”

Cautiously she peeked out the window.�� Through the cracks in the glass she could make out a tall figure dressed in black.  Eddie Munson? 

“Listen, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I know what you’re going through. I just want to help.”

“How could you possibly know what I’m going through?!” she shouted, immediately regretting and hating the way her voice bellows aggressively by default. 

Eddie searches for her amongst the windows and his gaze finally settles on her.  She expects to see disgust, but he just looks sad.  

“Because I was cursed once too,” he says glumly, “Still cursed, actually.  I haven’t been able to figure out how to break it, I just gave up hiding after a while.”

“...You’re cursed? I thought that was just an awful rumor…”

“Not a rumor,” he says sheepishly, “I um… Well, if you’ll let me in, I can show you?”

“Uh, ok,” she says, “The front door isn’t locked.”

A few moments pass and Eddie appears in the foyer.  “Don’t freak out, ok?” 

“Eddie, I’m literally a giant green ogre right now.  If anyone should be freaking out, it’s you.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles.  

Hesitantly he reaches up and pulls at the front of his hair.  To her shock, it pulls off in one fell swoop… A wig? And then she sees them, two astute furry gray ears, that pop up shyly from his natural close-cropped hair. 

“My dad said if I was going to keep acting like an ass, I might as well look like one.” Eddie scuffs his boot against the floor. “I um, have a tail too…”

“A donkey?” 

“A donkey,” he confirms. 

“Ohmygod,” she says, slapping her hands over her mouth to stop the giggles from escaping. 

“Oh come on, don’t laugh,” Eddie says, though she can see amusment flicker in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, biting her lip, “It’s just, I would have expected something a little more… scary?”

“Hey, a donkey is plenty scary!” 

“Sure,” she says, “Very, um, powerful legs.”

At that, Eddie can’t control his laughter.  She even notices his laughs sort of meld together into a donkey braying as well, which, is actually kind of cute in a weird way. 

When their laughter fades, Eddie locks eyes with her, his expression suddenly solemn.  “I’m sorry you can’t really hide what he made you.”

“It’s ok,” she says, “I-I’m surviving.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You should be doing more than just surviving.”

“Yeah, well, unless you can break this curse, I’m stuck here, like this.”

Eddie leaves that day with a promise to return first thing in the morning with supplies.  She doesn’t expect him to actually show, but he does.  For a month, Eddie is there every day with food and other gifts for her.  She delights that he never wears his wig when he’s with her, it makes her feel like less of a freak.  She also realizes that she’s developing feelings for him, though that’s something she will never admit.  Eddie doesn’t deserve to be trapped here with her, he doesn’t need to know that her heart sets ablaze every time she hears him coming down the path.  She resigns herself to this being her life, bracing for the loneliness when Eddie eventually graduates and leaves town for good.  

Until, one day,  Eddie shows up at her door with a very serious look in his eyes. 

“I need to ask you something,” he says quickly, as soon as she’s ushered him inside.

“Sure, anything.”

“Do… do you have feelings, for me?” 

She should say no, tell him to never come back, but he looks so hopeful.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. 

“May I try something?” 

She nods. 

Slowly he approaches her.  He cups her face in his hands, and before she has time to react, he kisses her tenderly. Though initially she wants to push him away, she can’t help but tangle her fingers in the short hairs around his ears and pull him even closer.  

They lose track of time, just holding one another, but eventually, they have to come up for air. 

He looks at her, somberly. “I thought that would work.”

“What?”

“I thought it would change you back, change us back… I thought…”

“True love’s kiss,” she says, tracing her lips with her still-oversized finger. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I just thought we could get our second chance, our happily ever after.”

She can’t help the yawn that tugs at her lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he yawns, “I’m so sorry…”

The morning light streaming through the cracks in the wall wakes her before Eddie, which gives her ample time to access what has happened: it worked!

Her fingers and toes are normal-sized, her head feels lighter, her legs aren’t swollen.  Hastily she gets up and throws a robe over herself to cover up the holes in her outfit that are now exposing pale flesh. It’s far too big and smells of dust and mothballs, but she doesn’t want Eddie to wake to her only half-dressed. 

“Eddie,” she says, prodding his shoulder. 

He opens his eyes slowly, thick lashes fluttering. “Chrissy? Chrissy!” 

He flies to his feet in seconds, bounding around the room with excitement. 

“It worked!” they both cheer gleefully.

“Wait,” Eddie says, stopping mid-bounce and pawing at his head, “Ohmygod, oh my God! It did work!” 

“For both of us,” she says, taking his hands in hers, “You did it, Eddie. You saved us.”

“We did it,” he says softly, “You love me?”

“More than anything,” she replies, “And you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

The two lovebirds leave their cabin in the woods that day, once and for all.  The look on their peer’s faces when they arrive at school arm-in-arm is priceless.  But Chrissy isn’t really paying them any mind, she’s too caught up in her lover's sweet smile.  Her prince charming, her one true love, her second chance.

👻👻👻👻

(read on AO3)

[bucknastysbabe]

Can I have one where Aegon has married his new wife who he thinks is really uptight and a prude only when it gets to the bedding ceremony (no one watching) and it turns out she’s just as kinky if not kinkier than him which makes him like fall for her instantly. She’s the definition of angel in the streets but freak in the sheets. Can it maybe also end with aegon either now realising he loves her or telling her he loves her

So I reused me Celtigar uptight reader bc I love her. Also slipped some small dick truthing in there. Hope you enjoy!

Continued from

Crab in the sand, conquer a man - Celtigar 101

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Misogyny, asshole Aegon, horrid bedding ceremonies, Aegon has a lil wee wee, creampie, pnv!sex, premature ejac, Celtigar said: when in doubt, be a bitch! Confessions of love

After what seemed like a breakthrough with you and Aegon it promptly turned back into the mummer’s farce. Whoring, drinking, the usual. The wedding was upon you. Today. Surrounded by tittering handmaidens, dreamy Helaena, and the watchful eye of Queen Alicent above all.

You sipped on your wine, contemplating the last few moons. After the dolt had crawled to your knees and begged for forgiveness— even admitted deep seeded insecurities, he went back to carousing the Street of Silk. You about sailed back to Claw Isle when you’d overheard some squire boys.

“Prince Aegon says she’s like to have pinchers in her cunny!”

The other one snorted, “I wouldn’t doubt it, face all screwed up around the keep. Probably hurts the poor wench.”

You blinked back into reality when one of the handmaidens told you not to crack your chalice. Indeed, your bejeweled hand was strained with pressure. You apologized, “Sorry, nerves tis’ all.” The ladies got back in their usual tizzy. They didn’t have to marry a lecherous lackwit.

Your dress was gorgeous though. You felt pretty. Finally after years of knobby knees and bee stings for tits your Rosby side kicked in. Curves, huzzah! Which didn’t draw anything but a drunken grope and sleazy comment from Aegon.

You’d written to your grandfather multitudes of times to no avail. He told you to be a good Celtigar and wait to feed. Hmph.

The dress though, the dress was much better than this horrid day. It was a coarse silk from Essos, the sleeves were loose and dyed a brilliant scarlet. The neckline was of the same color and jewels. Your locks were braided up into a net with the same gems. The maiden cloak hung like a dragon in the corner; gorgeous but dangerous.

It represented the true loss of your body, that one untouched place given up to an idiot. Abruptly standing up you stalked to the cloak. You held back tears while petting the ermine, tracing the sigil of Celtigar, fingering the rubies. Taking a deep breath in you returned to the chair for further treatment.

Standing in the grand throne room had your knees weak. You could see your family proud up in the front, all smiles from Bartimos. You kept your head down, eyes plastered to Aegon’s neckline. He stood stiffly, surprisingly not drunk for the wedding. The septon murmured some things, you both repeated them, then Aegon moved.

You swallowed down the panic as Your father stepped in to remove your maiden’s cloak. The lack of weight made you feel naked for all to see. The fight to hold back tears began again. Aegon moved behind your shaking frame next. On came the heavier Targaryen cloak, scarlet wool and black fur, even dragon’s scales embedded into their sigil.

“With this kiss I pledge my love…,”

Aegon’s hands were wildly trembling as he cupped your face. The kiss was chaste, only a slight movement of dry lips. They separated to share a weighted look. The septon cheered, “One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever!”

The crowd lit into a frenzy, cheering and calling for the festivities. Aegon turned his violet eyes on you, a quirk of his lips and a squeeze of your hand to indicate he wasn’t truly miserable. You smiled back and let him lead you to the feast.

The pair of you were seated at the head of the table, even the King and Queen at the side. Rhaenyra looked dismissive and Daemon was laughing about something with Viserys. Aemond looked downright jolly— a scary sight. Aegon had shoved meager food down his throat, slamming back the Arbor Red.

Viserys made some announcements and good tidings before allowing you two to begin the dance. Aegon and you once again were face to face, posed for the first notes. You scoffed, “If you get drunk enough then maybe you won’t feel my pinchers, lord husband.” Step back, hold out arms, palm to palm.

He sputtered indignantly, “Where did you hear that?”

Spin closer, one, two.

“You’re not even going to deny it?”

Step back, palms out, side, side, step in.

He grinned, “I’m sure you’ll be fine and dandy for the bedding ceremony.”

Spin away to the next. You called over your shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll be able to get it up my Prince!” He coughed, pale face going blotchy.

Aemond’s smirking face looked down at you while he led you two in the line. He hummed, “Brother dear is going to soil himself he’s so beside about the bedding nonsense.”

You laughed, “They don’t watch that part Aemond.”

He enigmatically replied, “I believe that’s the issue, Celtigar.”

The next hours were spent dancing, drinking, and catching up with the Celtigars. Which was a highlight so far. You missed your family dearly. Even if you held a grudge for your grandfather. It passed when he warbled, “My beautiful girl, a princess.” He hugged you tightly before the bellow of some drunken lord echoed.

“TIME TO GET THE GIRL BEDDED!”

“PRINCE AEGON FINALLY FUCKS A LADY!”

A ribald song erupted from the crowd. You clung to Bartimos in fear but was torn away, watching his liver spotted hands disappear from sight. Between the yells of the men, you could hear the ladies coo at Aegon’s raucous laughter. Big hands tore at your nice dress, exposing your teats and belly.

Aegon snorted, “She’s going to be in for a surprise! Riding the dragon!”

The men hauling you had your dress ripped to shreds before depositing you onto the grand bed. Aegon was shoved in after. Even with the deafening noise outside the room felt empty. The prince was naked too, an embarrassed flush suffusing his pale skin. You had pulled up some covers.

“How romantic. Come on then,” you beckoned.

Remaining quiet Aegon crawled onto the bed, pink cock half-hard. He stopped, only a clammy palm around your wrist. Nervous eyes searched your own, the Prince biting his plump lips. You narrowed your eyes and hissed, “You fuck all of King’s Landing, probably going to infect me with a pox, and just stare like a cow now? Gods above Aegon!”

He pouted and crossed his arms. The brat muttered, “This is different!” Exasperated you threw your hands up, “How is this different?”

“Because I like you.”

“What? Speak idiot!,” you barked.

“Because I care for you Crab!,” he shouted back, face going more red.

You blinked at him. Then pondered the situation. Frankly his idiocy made you want to slap the brat around. Wait. Slapping Aegon around sounded splendid. So very splendid your loins began to ache. As any experienced woman would, you snatched your new husband by the hair and yanked forward.

Aegon landed between your legs with a high yelp, eyes going comically wide. He whined, “What the hell?” You shoved down the blanket separating you two and spread your legs. Aegon groaned at the sight of your tits and puffy cunt. Grabbing his plump cheeks you asked, “Do I please you? Does that look like fucking pincers to you?”

He nodded miserably, lips smushed from your iron grip. You sighed at the feeling of his cock twitching against your entrance. Taking your own gander you wrapped an inquisitive hand around his stiff flesh, giving a couple of pumps.

“It can’t be this small can it?,” you blurted.

Aegon shouted into your tits, palms groping roughly, “THASWHAIWASAFRAIDOF!”

You grinned slowly, still jerking his cute little cock. You purred, “Poor little prince’s cocklet. Don’t worry, I know you’ll please me won’t you?

Tears soaked your collarbone as he rasped, “Yesss- promise.” You snickered again at the entire situation, seizing up those pretty lips of his.

He whimpered into your wet mouth, eyes red and watery, “C-can I fuck you princess? M’sorry it’s small.” Poor baby seemed genuinely sad about his situation. You cooed, scratching sweaty white locks, “Be a nice boy like you promised and I’ll let you fuck me alll the time my prince.”

He beamed, head nodding jerkily, “M’please I’ll be so so so good, lemme fuck you sweets pleaaase!”

You cracked the flat of your palm on his flank and teased, “Get to it then. Doubt it’ll hurt.” With a broken noise, Aegon slid into your perfect slick cunt. He tightened his hold on you, gritting through the pleasure. You lied meanly, pussy wetter than ever, “Poor baby, I can’t even feel it.”Aegon furrowed his brow and tried about three angry pumps before splattering your cunt with seed. He wailed, face screwed up, “Ah- ahhh-Ah Love you! Oh my gods I love you- feel so good- oh gods fuck!”

Aegon was shivering head to toe, babbling about his love for you. That made you ache in more than one place. You pressed little kisses to his drooling lips and red cheeks, savoring the moment. He collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of you, panting.

“I think I love you too. Once you get your empty head down between my thighs and clean up your mess, puppy.”

[dollsbakery]

‘Sweet ‘N’ Sour’ - Bakugou x Reader

TW: NOT PROOF READ, Slight NonCon, Resistance, Penetration, Degradation, Praise, Name Calling, Pinning (?), College AU

The wind whistled, as it hawkishly threw the rain in a multitude of directions. The trees swayed; the sky slowly darkened. No weather app was needed to know this particular storm would not be passing anytime soon.

The modest girl hummed softly, as her fingers swiped across her phone. With a thick knitted blanket draped across her lap, and her feet tucked underneath her thighs, she sighed as she looked out the window to her side. Her forehead wrinkled as she scrunched her nose up slightly.

“Of all the days it could’ve rained, of course it was today…” she mumbled with a pout.

“Why are you sulking in the common room. If you’re gonna do that at least do it in your own dorm so you don’t bring down everyone else’s mood.” A deep voice scoffed.

Y/N turned her head to the disturbance of her peace and rolled her eyes. With a deepening glare, her eyes followed the movement of the blonde haired boy, who walked straight past her and towards the kitchen in the corner.

“Aren’t you one to talk.” She taunted back, a grin slowly creeping up on her face.

Bakugou clenched his fist and whipped his head round, sharing a horrid glare with the once composed girl.

“You’ve got such a fuckin’ attitude on ya’. Did’ya know that? S’no wonder you’re sat here on your own.” He countered. His equally powerful reply was met with a displeased face.

“Ever wondered why you’re always alone? Hm? I’ll tell you why. It’s because you’re so horrible to be around. You bring down everyone’s mood with your gloomy vibe. This is why you haven’t got any pussy for fucking weeks.” Y/N erupted into laughter, clutching her stomach as she leaned forward.

Bakugou clenched his fist as he stomped over to the still laughing girl. If steam could come out of someone’s ears, it would definitely be happening to him right now. Without hesitation, he grabbed the derisive girls hair and yanked her forward. He watched in amusement as she fell off the couch, and onto her knees on the dirty floor below them. Y/N’s hand flew ontop of his, gripping his hand which still rested with a tight hold in her hair. Tears welled in her eyes as she whined in pain.

“What the FUCK are you doing!? Let go of me you freak, I swear I’ll fucking beat your ass!” Y/N angrily blared.

“You wanna act like a brat? I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.”

Bakugou dragged the girl to his dorm by her hair, smirking through her pleas of forgiveness. Practically kicking his door open, he threw the girl to his dorm floor, he skilfully locked his door without looking away from Y/N, and began stalking closer to her. The more Y/N cried, begged, pleaded and screamed obscenities at the blonde haired man, the more his cock strained against his bottoms. Bakugou knelt down infront of Y/N and took a firm grip on her neck, borderline choking her.

“Listen to me Y/N and listen well. Your fuckin’ attitude has pissed me off for too long now. You’re just a filthy little brat who craves any man’s attention aren’t ya’. You think you’re just so special hm. I know you love me really. I hear you moaning my name at night when you think your stupid TV mutes your whines out.”

As his daunting speech carried on and on, Y/N became more and more mortified as her night time activities was voiced out loud. Her bottom lip began to wobble, as a strong wave of embarrassment washed over her. Y/N looks up to Bakugou with tears threatening to spill from her eyes

“Awh cmon’ now. Don’t try cry your way outta’ this. You had such an attitude earlier where’d that go, huh?”

Bakugou cackled and picked Y/N up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. At least this way, he can’t see her horrified and embarrassed face. He throws the girl down on his bed and pins her hands above her head with one strong hand. Ensuring his waist is planted between her legs, Bakugou uses his free hand to slowly trail a finger up Y/N’s leg.

“Brat’s like you need to EARN pleasure. What you need is that attitude to be fucked outta’ you. Don’t you.” His red eyes stared into hers, waiting for her reply.

Y/N stayed silent.

Bakugou growled, moving both his hands to Y/N’s waist and dragging her down closer towards him. He pushes his contained and strained bulge against her cunt and bite back a moan Y/N physically shuddered.

“Awe.. is the little brat turned on? You wanna be touched? All you gotta do is say yes and admit what a slutty little brat you are. Cmon’ now I know you can do it.” Bakugou smirked.

“I’m.. I’m a slutty little brat..” Y/N mumbled.

“Louder.”

“I’m a slutty little brat.”

Bakugou grinned.

Aggressively, he flipped Y/N over and had her stomach rest on the edge of his bed. Flipping her skirt up, he raised his hand and brought it back down against her firm ass as hard as he could. He didn’t even try conceal the moan he let out, as he watched Y/N’s ass jiggle from the force, and the loud whine she let out.

“You’re gonna count and you’re gonna fucking thank me each time. Understand?” He acknowledged her small nod and raised his hand once again.

“ONE! T-THANK YOU!” Y/N cried out, hands gripping at the sheets she rested on.

…

“T-TWENTY FIVE~” she sobbed, “Thank yo..you.”

Bakugou wrapped his hand in Y/N’s hair and pulled her head back, as he leaned over and began laughing at her tear stained face. He let go off her hair and leaned back, softly rubbing her now red ass.

“Atta’ girl. Knew you could take it.”

He pulled her panties to the side and rubbed his thumb on Y/N’s aching clit. Y/N let out a loud whine and backed her cunt into his hand. Bakugou grinned once again.

“Beg.”

“W-What?” Y/N croaked out.

“Beg for my cock. Beg like a good slut would.”

She bit her lip, debating whether or not if she was horny enough to beg for her sworn enemies cock.

“Please Katsuki~ Please fuck me.. I need you so fuckin’ bad. I’m so fuckin’ needy for yo-“ She yelped, as Bakugou ripped her panties off in one yank, and rubbed his tip against her dripping slit.

“Now you know your fucking place.”

He began pumping into her, one hand placed on her hip, and the other holding her hands behind her back. The more he pounded into her, the harder he did.

“That’s right, fuckin’ moan my name. Who’s making you feel good? Hah? Who’s giving you pleasure.”

“YOU ARE! YOU ARE KATSUKI.” Y/N moaned through her tears of pleasure.

“Mhmh, nobody will…fuck… nobody will ever make you feel this good. Nobody but me. Beg for me to make you cum. BEG.”

“Please Katsuki… please.. OH GOD… PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

“You can cum.” Bakugou growls through his own orgasm, panting as the girl below him twitches from her release.

Bakugou releases the tired girl from his tight hold and picks her up, moving her to a comfortable position lying in his bed. He climbs in beside her and rests her head against his chest.

“Just in case we aren’t on the same page, you’re mine now.” He mumbled.

“Yes Bakugou.” Y/N softly hummed as she nuzzled her head into his neck.

…

Hello Everyone! I took a very long break but I’m going to try and get back into posting again. I apologise the smut was quite short on this fic but i’m trying to ease myself back into the writing scene ☺️

[joannte]

Ok, so I made some thinking after rewatching scene from hospital waiting room when they waited for news about Danny and I made some scenarios and I would love that someone could write whole story with that?

And it's anti Tommy so be aware. ( and Eddie is not involved at all)

Forgive me I'm reading too much fanfiction and have insomnia.

So...

When Buck mentioned he knew how to fight the curse, nobody responded, and a heavy silence filled the air. Suddenly, a stranger asked, “And how?”/ Frustrated “Is nobody going to ask how to break it?” Buck, startled, replied, “What?” The stranger pressed on, “Tell me how to break the curse. I would suggest burning the remains, but I think that's only for ghosts...” Buck looked at this person in awe and asked, “Are you really interested?”

"Sure, it looks like we have a long night ahead of us,” the stranger replied. Then the stranger asked for a name. Buck said, “Buck,” just as Tommy chimed in with, “Evan.” The stranger looked shortly at Tommy and emphasized to Buck, “So, Buck.” Tommy clarified, “His name is Evan.”

The stranger then turned to Tommy and asked, “And you are?”

"His boyfriend,” Tommy replied. The stranger looked at Buck, his expression suggestin“Really?” then added, “Listen, Buck’s boyfriend, he gave me the name Buck, so I’ll call him Buck.”

Tommy frowned and said, “My name is Tommy.”

“Well, I asked, and you gave me all this ‘his boyfriend’ stuff at first, so I assumed you wanted to be called that,” the stranger retorted. He then turned back to Buck. “Are you sure about him? Anyway, tell me about the curse.”

Ignoring Tommy, Buck eagerly began discussing the corpse and everything that had happened. The stranger started to look worried and asked, “Have you seen a doctor about this? You can catch something from the dead. We need to get you to a nurse.”

Second version:

Begging it's the same till the name then would be like:

As Buck began explaining about the corpse and what had happened, Tommy interjected, “Okay, Evan, stop bothering them/ Enough with the curse.” The stranger asked, “Who the hell is Evan?” and the giggle when catch that it's Buck.

Buck looked at them with confusion in his eyes and they added, “You know? Like in The Winter Soldier, but the opposite? It even fits. Who the hell is Bucky?”

And somewhere in the story I would add

You know, Buck, I realize we’ve only just met and probably won’t meet again, but I have to say you could do better than him. He doesn’t really match your freak.”

Tommy interjected, “Like who? Like you?”

The stranger replied, “No, not really. I mean, I’m great to have around in a non-sexual, maybe even romantic way, but as an ace, a lot of people not see me as partner material"

And as if it later turned out that this person is friends with Lena or Lucy and they would meet on some occasion.

I don't know. What do you think? I had to get it out of my system.

[jeanie-g]

#22 Drysdale and Zegras for the Spotify wrapped

this one worked out soooo well cuz this song acts as a perfect companion to my "#81 - #SELFIE" fic, so go read that before this! (also sorry in advance i'll make a happy fic soon i swear! lol)

[#22] You First (Re: Remi Wolf) (Paramore)

I like it when you're pissed off / Fucked up in the head / It makes me feel a little less crazy

Jamie knows he's being a piece of shit, but he can't help it. He knows that Trevor feels like Jamie's using him—he's vocal enough about it—and maybe he is, but it's for both their benefit.

Things were easier in Anaheim. Jamie had everything under control. He and Trevor could hook up as they pleased and any blossoming feelings Jamie began to harbor could be neatly shelved in the "Worry about it later" pile, a box with chains he could leave to gather dust in his closet.

And then he got traded to Philly, and he realized pretty fucking quickly that he never had control of anything. And God—he missed Trevor like a limb. Not just fucking him, but talking to him. Being with him. Getting to see his smile in person every single day.

Jamie realized that probably meant he was in love with the bastard, and he freaked out. He ghosted Trevor for six months, and when the Ducks came to play the Flyers for the first time the next season, Trevor gave him a piece of his mind. Jamie was so relieved that Trevor was lastingly mad at him; it gave him an out to forget his feelings and move on forever. And then Trevor surged forward to kiss him, and one thing led to another, ending with Trevor on his knees and Jamie feeling very conflicted.

Jamie always hated feeling his control slip. How could Trevor be so forgiving? Jamie was a terrible friend, and Trevor was stupid for even giving him the time of day. Yet there he was, still as beautiful as the day he left him, still wanting him, and, and...

That box was rattling in its chains, and it made Jamie sweat. Who did Trevor think he was, storming in there and making Jamie question everything? It was Trevor's fault he felt like this: open and vulnerable and without control.

So, with his blood boiling and his heart hammering, Jamie got mean. He tightened his grip on Trevor's hair and ground out insults that he really wanted to hurdle at himself. And Trevor...liked it? When Jamie dug his fingers into Trevor's scalp or called him degrading names, Trevor didn't pull off and spit in his face. He whimpered. Jamie pulled back and came all over his face.

And so began their weird, little dance. Jamie had control; he could keep Trevor at an arm's reach, never too far but never too close. He was mean, and Trevor was mean right back. It was a far cry from romance, and that fact kept Jamie steady.

Jamie'd intentionally do things to piss him off. Trevor was a jealous, jealous creature, so he'd post photos of him hugging his teammates or slinging an arm around a pretty fan. Trevor would blow up his phone with angry text messages, and then Jamie'd send a photo of his leaking dick. Like clockwork, his screen would light up with a FaceTime from Trevor, and that's all she wrote.

The seldom times they got to see each other in person were extra special. Jamie made Trevor beg for it, and then he fucked him so hard the bed frame shook against the wall. And every time he felt the pull to hold Trevor close and never let go, he just fucked him harder.

It was stupid; it was self-destruction, but it was better than the alternative.

Yet, Jamie couldn't even have that.

*

It all falls apart after their last game of the season vs the Ducks. Jamie was set to meet Trevor at a bar downtown. Trevor wanted to talk, which made Jamie nervous enough. But right when he put on his coat, Cam asked if he could tag along. He hadn't seen Z in ages.

Cam didn't know any better—why would he?—and Jamie got a lightbulb. Trevor couldn't discuss whatever he was intending to with one of his bros right there. Plus, Jamie knows Trevor is envious of Cam—always has been, so the two of them arriving together... it'd be an added bonus.

Jamie purposely arrived earlier than the calling time and parked his ass at a table across from the bar. Cam brought back two girls along with their Heinekens, and they chatted meaninglessly for a while. Beers turned into tequila shots and Cam liked them. Jamie lost track of time.

So it's maybe an hour past their rendezvous time when he spots Trevor in his periphery, drinking at the bar. He has an empty glass beside him already, and a brand new shiner from the game. It makes Jamie feel vulnerable, possessive things. And so without thinking, he throws an arm around Cam and tucks him close.

Cam sputters into his drink from the jolt, and Jamie just laughs. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Trevor take a long sip of his drink. Jamie smiles; good, he's pissed. Well, more pissed than he probably was.

With Trevor in his sightline, Jamie lets the tension marinate. He even laughs into Cam's neck at one point, earning a Dude, you're playing with fire right now hissed in his ear.

He thinks he does push it too far when he sees Trevor get up, throw some cash on the bar, and leave. That won't do; Trevor leaving is not very conducive to meet Jamie's end goal of fucking his face.

So, he slips his phone out of his pocket and shoots off a message to Trevor.

Jamie: You're so hot when you're pissed.

Jamie: Bathroom. Five minutes.

A response comes almost immediately.

Trevor: fuck you

Trevor: fine

And Jamie knows he's got him.

He tells Cam and the girls that he's off to the restroom. It's a single stall (Jamie checked ahead of time), so he enters and waits.

Five minutes later, on the dot, Trevor comes barreling in, and Jamie can already feel that something's off. Trevor's wobbling, for one thing; from their distance, he hadn't looked drunk at all. And sure, Jamie's not exactly sober either, but he's not nearly as sauced as Trevor. Thoughts of any canoodling have to get shelved for now; Jamie's an asshole but he's not a dick.

Trevor seems ignorant to this, though, swaying in to kiss Jamie on the mouth. Jamie pulls right back, putting his hands on Trevor's arms where he's squirming.

"Stop teasing me, Jame. Please."

"I'm not—" Jamie grunts. "I'm not teasing you, Trev. You're drunk."

"What did you expect?" He's slurring slightly, and it worries him. "It's a bar. Duh."

Jamie rolls his eyes. "We're not doing anything if you're drunk."

"Why not?"

Jamie doesn't deign that with an answer. "Z, c'mon. Let's get you an uber, okay?"

Trevor pouts. "Why are you so mean to me?" he asks, jabbing an accusatory finger to Jamie's chest. "You're mean."

And Jamie has to sort of balk at that. He's trying to help him. The mean façade he's been spending the better part of an hour building up has all but vanished. It's all performative anyways, and he knows Trevor likes it. He has textual and photographic evidence that he does.

"I'm not mean."

Trevor screws up his face. He raises his voice. "Yes you are. I...I..." he waves his arms, trying to find the words. "I wanna make things work, but all you wanna do is fuck me."

"What?"

"I've always wanted to—to be more, but you use me and... I keep coming back. It's mean. You're mean."

Jamie has to blink several times before Trevor's words make any sense. When they finally do, it's like static descends on his ears. "You...you want to be more?"

Trevor clicks his tongue, and his eyes become clearer. "I did."

Those words pierce Jamie's heart clean through. He thinks he can feel the exit wound in his back, dripping blood through his tee shirt.

"You know what, fuck this," Trevor says, laughing mirthlessly. It sounds almost cruel. "Fuck this."

And before Jamie can say another word, Trevor's out of the bathroom.

Jamie leans against the sink, turning his head to look at himself in the mirror. The fluorescent ceiling lights choose then to flicker, casting him in intermittent shadows.

And if that's what Trevor sees, Jamie can't say he blames him.

[sonicbeta3]

TFA AU Idea - Little Spider Shop Of Horrors Part 2

It was noon the next day on the planet Cybertron. In the Predocon’s base of operations, they were getting their energon rations for the day. Inferno had taken his cube cup back to his quarters to consume it, and Antagony ate hers then and there. The only rations left now were for Blackarachnia and Waspinator. The latter had just gotten back from his daily massacre, and had been waiting until the Ant twins had finished their turn so he could go up. Once the coast seemed to be clear, he snuck over to the metal table his cup had been placed. However, just as he was about to pick it up, a familiar seductive voice called out “Now now, look what we have here.”. The green cyborg quickly turned around, and was met with the image of Blackarachnia leaning against the doorframe, calmly smiling at him.

The buzzbot buzzed furiously, asking what the spiderbot wanted. Blackarachnia, unfazed by this, simply tells the green hornet that she had been thinking about what happened on Dinobot Island, and had thought “why don’t we just let bygones be bygones?”. Waspinator, in a low hiss, asks why he should. Not only did she pretend to be his “friend” just to use him as a lab rat, but mutated him into something she herself would call a freak. To this, Blackarachnia responds with “Oh come on sweetspark, that was cycles ago. I’ve clearly matured since then.”. However, all she gets from the buzzbot is the latter rolling his eyes. At this point, the spiderbot is really starting to get annoyed. Until she thought of an idea. With a sigh, she walked up to the buzzbot, put a servo on his frame, and softly whispered “Besides, I think I’m starting to like this Itsy Bitsy little body of mine. The past has passed. Forgive, forget. What do you say?”. Waspinator is of course skeptical of this, but decides to reluctantly go along with it, mainly just to humor himself. Unbeknownst to him, however, Blackarachnia contemplates that she could just kill him by stabbing him with her stingers and all she’d have to do is “Do it Now”, but decides that she won’t. And with that, the two pick up their energon cups, and toast to a hopefully better future.

As he drank, Waspinator began to notice that his drink seemed to taste off for regular energon, and asked the spiderbot what she put in his rations. Blackarachnia, in an uncharacteristically bubbly voice, responded with “Oh, you noticed! It's a little something I added. It was uh… Let's see, was it? Um… Oh that's right, I remember now! I added A Lethal Dose Of CyberVenom To It!”.

Waspinator drops the cube from his grasp upon realizing that he had been poisoned, and attempts to spit out the contents of the beverage. But it was too late, as he then began to have a hard time breathing. With a sip of her cube, Blackarachnia asks the suffocating Vespindae if he really thought she would just forgive and forget what he did to her, or think that she would just accept her ”repulsive, pulsating excuse of a body”. Waspinator, whose face has begun to swell up, crawls over to her legs, begging her to help him and that he would never mess with her work again. But he was given no response, just a cold glare and a swift kick to the face, sending him into the table behind him. Waspinator’s body quickly began to spasm uncontrollably, his buzzing intensifying and still calling out for help. All the while, Blackarachnia just stood there and watched, with an unsympathetic look on her face. Eventually, the buzzbot finally went down, vomiting energon and convulsing on the floor. The spiderbot leaned in to take a closer look at the twitching body of the Predacon. When suddenly and without warning, Waspinator jumped up, wrapped his servos around her waist and asked her “Are you dumb? Or hard of hearing? Or relieved, my end is nearing? Are you satisfied? I've buzzed myself to…” but he stopped as the lights in his optics suddenly went off . Finally, his body fell back to the ground and his skin turned gray. The eeriest thing about it was that the leaking and twitching face had just spoken with the voice of a bot who had just realized that the femme in front of them wasn’t helping not to put him in his place, but because she genuinely wanted him to die. Blackarachnia, completely unfazed by what’s just transpired, finishes up her cube, and as if an insult, finishes the dead Predacon’s sentence by staring at his corpse and darkly utters the word “Death.”.

Audrey II didn’t seem to notice when Blackarachnia dragged the now dead Waspinator into the lab. It seemed to have been working intensely on something very important. It wasn't until the spiderbot brought the body over to the plant that it finally stopped what it was doing and turned to face her. It was at that point that Blackarachnia had noticed that the plant had been using her tools, resources and equipment both without her knowledge or consent. However, before she could get the chance to sic 'em, she stopped when she saw what it had been working on. For some reason, it looked remarkably similar. Upon closer inspection, she was able to identify the object in question. It was a Genetic Modifier (A creation she had sought after during her quest to purge herself of her organic form while on Earth). The fact that the plant was building something like this with just a couple of vines put the spiderbot in shock. After a few seconds, Blackarachnia snaps out of her daze, and asks the plant just how it was able to create something like this. Audrey II just says that he learned a thing or two during its time with “Mr. Black” to understand how to make “one of these babies” and that it had been working on it for a few days now. The plant then explains that the device has been coded with Cybertronian DNA (Which it got from one of Waspinator’s murdered victims), and that all she’d have to do is plug it into herself for her to turn back into her “pure and beautiful form”. Blackarachnia, while a little skeptical, is almost completely overjoyed by the events that have transpired. However, Audrey II reminds her of the deal they made the day before, and then asks to be fed, to which the spiderbot happily obliged by showing it the body of Waspinator. The plant just tilted its head towards the carcass with its lips forming into an unhappy expression (Much to Blackarachnia’s confusion). This confusion quickly turned to anger, believing that it was disgusted at the idea of eating a techno-organic. That was until the plant let out one of the most unexpected things she had ever heard in her entire life.

“Chop it up.”

She didn’t know what to say, let alone know what to do. She knew the body would be too big for it to fit in its mouth, but she never expected the plant to be straight forward. Suddenly, Blackarachnia was snapped out of her train of thought by Audrey II's demand of “FEED ME!”. And with no other options, was forced to do exactly what it wanted.

Taking the sharpest tools she could find, Blackarachnia traveled to empty upper levels of the facility (Dragging the dead Vespid along with her). By the time she got there, a thunderstorm had begun to brew. Upon readying the body for dismemberment, however, the spiderbot came across a problem. None of her tools or equipment were designed for removing limbs. Fortunately for her, the spiderbot thought of an idea of how to get the job done. In an instant, she transformed into her “Archa Seven Spider Mode” and began to tear into the body with vicious intensity. First the legs, then the arms, next the waist, then the abdomen, and finally the helm. As soon as she was done, Blackarachnia put the remains into a large trash bin and brought it back to the lab.

She dropped the bucket of body parts in front of Audrey II, saying that she did what she wanted and to give her the modifier now. And while the plant tried to explain to her that it isn’t quite finished yet, Blackarachnia just grabs the device from its vines and plugs it into her chest (But not before darkly saying “Oh and Twoey, if this doesn’t work, that’ll be the last meal you ever have.”) Suddenly, she began to feel strange, almost as if she was in a trance. Upon realizing something was wrong, Blackarachnia was furious, Believing that the plant had secretly drugged her. However, before she could even attack it, her helm went fuzzy as she forgot what she was about to do. The plant let out a cackle and said “Told you it wasn’t finished. Now don’t just stand there, FEED ME!”. Now almost completely open minded, Blackarachnia put her servos into the cylinder container and began to feed the plant.

The sounds of both metal and flesh ripping and tearing could be heard all throughout the lab as Audrey II wasted no time in chewing the severed right leg of Waspinator, loving the sweet taste of energon as it swallowed the piece of techno-organic flesh. Blackarachnia hissed in drowsy disgust as sluggishly she pulled an arm out of the bin and tossed it at the hungry plant. 4 chomps later, the servo finally slid down into its mouth. She wanted to stop then and there, but she just couldn’t. The plant’s feeding became more violent as it ate one of the wings while tearing it off the body. Eventually, Blackarachnia finally reached into the bin and pulled out Waspinator’s decapitated helm. Just then, the lab was illuminated by a blinding lightning flash, replacing the buzzbot’s helm with her own past Autobot self (Only this time with a cracked, gray face and dead, soulless optics). She dropped the severed helm in horror as she began to realize that the entire laboratory was flooding with water (It's at this point that hallucinations had begun to kick in). Turning up to face Audrey II, Blackarachnia was hit by a geyser of water coming from the plant (Which was now laughing maniacally). The spiderbot was sent flying backwards into the water behind her, only to find herself underwater with floor land on. And before she could even try to swim out of there, Blackarachnia was immediately caught and sucked into a whirlpool which led to the mouth of a giant Audrey II head, eating her alive.

The next thing Blackarachnia knew, she found herself waking up in a small, dark grayish green room with a minor headache. Upon further inspection, She notices that she’s in a berth, with her being hooked up to a vital monitor. Slowly the realization came to her, she was in the Cybertron Central Infirmary. The monitor next to her began to beep faster and faster as cold terror went through her veins. She knew exactly what this meant for her, and it was something she would not allow to happen. Without even trying, Blackarachnia jumped off the berth and onto the floor. A part of her was somewhat confused when she turned back and saw that there were no restraints attached to the berth, but none of that mattered to her. She ran to the door’s panel in an attempt to find a way to open it. However, while fiddling with the controls, she noticed that both her arms and servos looked different. Instead of having a sort of freshy texture, they had more of a metallic appearance. With this in mind, Blackarachnia began looking at herself from helm to foot. Her current body seemed to resemble more of her pure cybertronian body rather than her techno-organic one.. In addition, she realized that instead of having teal skin with yellow and black armor, her body was white, pink and rouge. However, the weirdest discovery she made was when she looked down her back and saw the one thing that remained from her techno-organic form; “her abdomen. With this revelation, a sense of dread went down her spine. If her abdomen still existed, what did that say about her face? Locating the most reflective material, Blackarachnia grabbed it and stared into it. What she saw left her stunned.

What she saw… was a familiar looking femme staring right back at her. She looked identical to her in terms of appearance. However, what caught her eye the most was the face. It was… beautiful, possibly more beautiful than she was in her prime. The face had white skin, two bright blue eyes and white, fangless teeth. In addition, the femme’s helmet was a bright pink with a short ponytail attached to the back of it. It took her a moment to realize that the femme she was looking at… was her. She put a servo on her face as for once in her life, she was speechless. The plant had actually done it, it had (Somewhat) cured her.

Suddenly, the room’s door slid open as someone walked in. Blackarachnia turned around and was met with the sight of a white, red and orange femme standing at the entrance with a data pad in one hand and an access card in another. The former techno-organic was able to recognize the bot as “Minerva”, a veteran of the Great War. The medic then asks her if she’s alright, to which Blackarachnia tells her that she is, and asks her how she got there. Minerva explains that she was brought in after being found unconscious in a popular area in Iacon almost 2 Megacycles ago. She then asked her what her name was. Blackarachnia just stood there and thought about it. Should she tell her her name? Should she make up one? On the one hand, it was possible that Optimus and Sentinel reported about her mutation and recruitment into the Decepticon ranks. But on the other hand, it’s possible that no one would believe either of them. Optimus had been permanently disgraced after the incident on Archa Seven for all she knew, and Sentinel was… well Sentinel. No sane bot would ever believe someone like him, even if they were “organaphobic”. Besides, she could probably make up a plausible story to get herself out of the situation. With a decision finally made up, she decided to answer the medic’s question.

“Elita One…, my name is Elita One.”

Minerva didn’t seem to flinch upon getting her name. She must have not known of her existence. She just put it on the data pad and left the room as Blackarach- no, Elita laid herself back onto the berth. She had done it. She had gotten the thing she’s wanted for over 1050 stellar cycles. But the question remained.

“Now what?”

To Be Continued…

[lookwhatilost]

this is going to be a bit tmi and nsfw-ish. very out of character for me, so it’s better that i talk about it to people who i don’t need to look at in it the eyes.

the last couple of weeks have had this really pronounced awkwardness to them, because dri is convinced i almost had a fatal OD earlier this month and has been waxing apologetic about it.

the backstory is that ryan the chemist offered to sell us mda. neither of us had tried it before, but we looked into it and sort of drew the conclusion that it was basically a one-stop candy flip. so she made the executive decision to bite (something i was kind of take or leave about) and took it a bit before my semester began, when we both had concurrent days off. this was about 100mg each, which is on the higher end of a standard dose. we’d assumed we’d be fine because we’re both pretty experienced with psychs and molly but we were dead wrong.

the tl;dr – don’t do mda. seriously. the bullshit that people who have never taken acid say about acid, like seeing seeing dragons or whatever that isn’t there is actually true of mda. nightmare.

usually the way this stuff goes is we wait till it hits, go to our room and mess around a bit, and then watch something or listen to some albums. in the first part of this, she freaked out because she hallucinated she prolapsed my vagina with a dildo and kept asking me if she needed to call the EMTs. i told her i was confused. she said we probably got more of a powerful hallucinogen than we bargained for and just suggested we stop and wait the high out to some music.

that’s when things got worse for me. it’s not unusual for me to get jittery when i take anything. it happens if i drink a cup of coffee or an energy drink. but my body started tensing up and jittering on top of that. my head was aching. i was sweating profusely. more than anything, i felt very uncomfortable. i walked over to our bathroom and was in there for a while – drugs like this really disrupt your ability to pee when you need to – and she knocked on the door every few minutes to make sure i was still conscious. when i got out, she told me to lay back down in bed because she thought i looked like i was overdosing. “lay here and stay on your side. if you seize, i’m calling an ambulance”. the whole time she’s staring at me. and then i start hallucinating. i see white dots around her eyes, like some kind of avante-guard eyeliner look. then her eyes turned blue. then she has freckles all over her face.

in retrospect, this was probably on the low end of an OD. i haven’t had that intense an experience with drugs before. she stayed awake with me until the symptoms had mostly subsided. she asked me if i felt safe, i said yes, and she went to bed. i was still very stimulated, so i went to the living room and decided to kill some time on youtube until i felt tired. and i see one of my windows crawling with hundred of centipedes. i see a clipboard on the ceiling. i see tiny mochi cats crawling on one of the curtain rods. the last two things were reassuring because they were clearly bullshit. kind of a grounding factor to that whole experience.

dri has been pretty panicked about it since and keeps telling me i almost died. she keeps begging for my forgiveness because she was more on the “let’s give this a go” side of things. but it’s not like this is her fault, it’s a matter of us not knowing enough about it to make determinations. as for the fatal overdose thing, i don’t know if that’s accurate, given we were both hallucinating, and it just seemed like a shitty trip for the most part. but ryan called her this morning and she really tore into him. “you almost killed jay!” i guess i can’t determine from an outside perspective what happened that night, but i don’t think either of us are terribly reliable narrators. either way, we aren’t touching that shit ever again.

[megsironthrone]

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Based on this request:  Hi! If you are still accepting requests, would you consider a modern Ramsay AU? Ramsay keeps trying to take his girlfriend out like fancy sushi dates and amusement parks and their favorite bar but she keeps saying no or avoiding them. And he’s freaking out because she used to love that stuff so he thinks she’s losing interest. And he makes some big gesture to “win her back” but she announces that she’s pregnant and suddenly it all clicks. This idea popped into my head and I can’t stop laughing 😭

Here you are! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Modern AU, angst, fluff. Mentions of pregnancy 

Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!reader

Ramsay had messed up. He didn't know when or how, but he had evidently screwed up somewhere. Why else would you have been pulling away from him? And it had to have been incredibly bad. Ramsay had done some seriously messed up things over the course of his life and your relationship. He couldn't deny it. But you'd stuck by him through it all until now. Things were changing and Ramsay didn't like it so now he had to make it up to you.

         He tried everything. Sushi, bar-hopping, amusement parks. All your favorite things and each time, he was met with a 'no', 'thanks anyway', or 'maybe another time'. He couldn't understand it in the slightest. Why were you pulling away from him?! You never said no to things that sushi or your favorite bar! And you had been BEGGING him to take you to the amusement park for months.

         But Ramsay Bolton was nothing if not determined. He had been determined when he took over his father's business at a young age and he had been equally determined to date you. And for the last few years, he had been determined to keep you happy. If you were happy, you wouldn't leave him. Clearly, he'd done something wrong.

         "Hey," you greeted when you came in. You looked exhausted, but you still tried to smile at him. Ramsay took a moment to take in your form. He had noticed you'd been more tired recently. Maybe work was getting to you? Or worse…was someone bothering you? Were you seeing someone else and didn't want to break things off with Ramsay? "Ramsay?" you questioned, earning a glare from the dark-haired man.

         "Is there someone else?" You blinked rapidly for a minute. It was like you couldn't believe what he'd asked. That thought was quickly confirmed when you shrieked, "What?!" Tears sprang into your eyes. "How could you even think that?" you asked through the tears. You didn't wait for Ramsay to answer before you practically ran to the bedroom and began throwing things into a bag. "Where are you going?" You explained you were going to stay with a friend for a few days.

         "I can't be in the same house as you right now. I have never, NEVER, given you reason to believe that I'd step out of our relationship. And the fact that you think I could tells me how little you actually trust me!"

         "What should I think? You aren't acting like yourself. Avoiding sushi, bars, amusement parks. Everything you love suddenly isn't good enough. You're exhausted all the time. I know I'm not the one exhausting you." You shook your head. "Ramsay, you're a smart man. If you take a few minutes and think about EVERYTHING that I've been doing lately, you'll figure out what's really going on. Now, I'm leaving. When you've come to your senses, you'll know where to find me and you'd better be on your knees begging for forgiveness." With that, you left Ramsay standing there with his mouth agape.

         At first, Ramsay was furious. NO ONE talked to him that way. Ever. But then, he used his brain. He had accused you of cheating on him. You had every right to be angry with him. He certainly wouldn't be begging for your forgiveness, but he knew he'd have to do something big in order to earn your forgiveness and keep your interest in him.

         A few days later, Ramsay rang the bell of your best friend's home. He had been sending apology gifts every day and now he was ready. He'd gone full-cheese for you as much as it went against everything he was. Ramsay wasn't soft or sweet or even kind most of the time. But for you, the person that had stood by him through everything? He was willing to show a little bit of a softer side to himself.

         The door opened, revealing your best friend wearing an unimpressed look. "I hope you're here to grovel." Ramsay arched a brow. "Is she here?" Your friend smirked. "I meant are you here to grovel to me?" Ramsay must have looked confused because they continued, "She ate all my ice cream. MY. ICE-CREAM, Bolton! And it is all your fault."

         "Oh, shut up," you chided from behind your friend, pushing them out of the way playfully. Your eyes met Ramsay's. Your friend took that as a hint to leave. "Well?" you asked after a moment as you crossed your arms over your chest. Upon setting eyes on you, it became clear to Ramsay how much he truly missed you when you were gone.

         "Did you get my gifts?" You nodded and pointed over your shoulder where Ramsay could see the many gifts along with your bags. That made him hopeful. "I won't be begging, but I have set up something for you. For us. As an a-ap-apology." The word made his tongue feel like lead. He hated apologizing. You arched a brow in question.

         "I've set you up a massage at the spa then a lunch for the two of us. A picnic in that park you love to read in." You stared at him in surprise. He nearly chuckled. It was a well-known fact that while he enjoyed being outdoors, he hated picnics. "I know I can't buy your forgiveness, but I can pamper you." For several long seconds, you stayed silent then, you finally nodded. "I'd like that."

         Ramsay did a little work while he waited for your massage to finish, determined not to do anything but pay attention to you when you were having your picnic. He was pleased to see a beautiful smile on your face. You sat next to him and sighed happily. "I think I might forgive you." Ramsay rolled his eyes, but smiled regardless. He opened the cooler to pull out the lunch he'd had a chef he knew prepare as well as a bottle of your favorite wine.

         You frowned seeing the bottle and Ramsay cocked his head to the side. "I-I shouldn't," you explained quietly. "Why? Why are you avoiding things you love?" You sighed and ran your hand down your face and Ramsay continued, "Why are you pulling away from me?!" You shushed him, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you. Ramsay merely glared. His plan was not going how he expected and he hated that.

         You let out a sigh and fished through your purse. A moment later, you pulled something out and handed it over to Ramsay. Ramsay stared before blinking owlishly at you. His blue eyes flickered between you and the item in his hand several times. "Is this? Are you-?"

         "An ultrasound? Pregnant? Yes to both. About 11 weeks." Ramsay nearly dropped the ultrasound photo. Pregnant. You were pregnant. "Say something, Ramsay." Ramsay opened his mouth to speak, but found his throat dry. After clearing it, he tried again.

         "You're having a baby. We're going to be parents. That's why…" You nodded. "That's why I haven't been eating sushi, or drinking, and why I've been avoiding the amusement park. Which I still want to do by the way, when I'm not carrying your child inside me." Ramsay nodded, ready to agree to anything at this point. He couldn't believe he was going to be a father.

         He reached over, pausing as his hand hovered over your barely rounded belly. His blue eyes met yours and you nodded. Ramsay rested his hand on your stomach. "Come home," he whispered. "I will," you agreed, "But if you ever accuse me of cheating again, I will walk out that door and never come back." He agreed instantly before resting his forehead on yours.

(a/n: I know this probably wasn’t as funny as you were picturing, but my fingers would only write FLUFF!)

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[rainydaylately]

❥ 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❥

❥ 𝙚𝙡𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ❥

❥ author's note: HI BICHES welcome to the first fic for this page!!!! i havent many like “request here” type of post but that’ll be up soon but i will be taking request for any paul dano characters + more real soon!!! hope y’all enjoy freaks heart emoji

❥ summary: the town is a bunch of chismosos and shit talk you but who tf cares tbh, eli thinks ur moms a hoe sike ur the hoe and "cleanses" you

❥ warnings: hardcore sex *hearteyes* u also bitch slap eli sunday, fem afab reader i can also make a amab or genderneutral if yall want xoxo gossip girl

it was always a wonder to you on how the church functioned the way it did, scriptures and prayers almost yelled out enough for the heavens to hear with curious ears. definitely, there was really nothing else to do in the meek and dull town residing in scorching california. practically every day the entire town would pass into the church, praying and crying and screaming out to the man in the clouds to help them. forgive them, odd how many were yelled at. begging on their knees for forgiveness like starving dog wishing and slobbering for just a bite of meat.

perhaps it was for the better, a new look for a quaint town. church was always there and welcomed all, but you found it best to keep yourself away from the aura that nipped at you. leaving imaginary stings as it just felt, off. often, you'd walk past the church whenever you went out in town to run daily errands. politely giving sweet "hellos" and "goodbyes" before running off with your group of friends that you adored for days and nights full of gleam and laughter.

nothing grew in the deserted earth of the town, but when you were out having fun it felt like a field of tulips in bloom. standing proud and tall for the sunshine to expose their happiness.

at this age finally leaving adolescence and entering adulthood would be a grand experience, one where you would explore willingly. of course, many people liked to spread rumors about the many townsfolk going out late at night and not coming back till the next day. deeming them "wild" and "improper," funny how many of the most judgmental souls are in reality controlling hypocrites who hide behind the bible.

the older townsfolk had the biggest mouths though, coming up to you with a concerned look on their face. aged hands taking yours with their finger pads stroking against soft skin only to mask their words that wanted to dig under your skin. thick skin being the result of those snobby and back handed compliments, but the one time that your blood began to boil was the comment, "a lady like you needs to slow down, go find yourself a husband to calm you. eli sunday has yet to have a woman of his own, why don't you head by the church for him."

now, in religious practices everyone is taught not to hate, love thyself or whatever eli sunday has mentioned, but you know damn well eli sunday hated you and your guts.

well perhaps you shouldn't have called him a blind sheep leading the herd off a cliff but really that's what he was attempting to do, and successfully doing so as the herd of sheep yelled and threw insults at you. shaming and ridiculing you as you walked out of the chapel that day on an unfortunate afternoon.

but besties that, you never fancied eli sunday or try to talk to him or any of that nonsense. you had your own life and he had his own strange life following the word of a novel that has been altered generation after generation.

once the town began spreading their rumors about you, you never batted your eyelashes. whispers and murmurs whenever you passed by. words spreading like wild fire to the devil's ears, and this devil was eli sunday.

painting himself not to be nosy, he walked up to two elders in the middle of a conversation after mass.

"oh my apologizes, was i interrupting you two?" eli softly asks, like poisoned honey imitating sweetness when in secret is actually lethal.

"goodness no eli, we were just discussing about that girl running around the streets at night. [name] she is, you remember her, yes?"

he nods with a gentle bow, "yes i remember quite well actually," smugly remembering the memories of your snappy remarks as he chuckled to himself.

"that girl has been possessed by a demon," another man joined.

"oh don't be so rude, she's young!" a woman walks into the circle.

"all the more lethal!" an old man shouted.

"now now there no need to yell about this," eli raised his arms up to mellow down the crowd that assembled.

"but eli she's a devil woman!" many of the crowd agreed. conspiring numerous rumors and lies about you and what you were doing all night out.

truly, you weren't doing anything wrong. going out dancing at night, picking fun of overly drunk men at the bars as they attempted to flirt with you before practically passing out on whisky. even just running down the creek with your friends to raise the fabrics of your dresses and pants to step into the water. finding rocks to throw into the water. but alas, many of the judgmental received their kicks in tearing down others but frankly that would never happen. you'd be damned before anyone laid a hand on you.

finally returning after the eventful night, you quietly walked into your house with the scent of fresh bakery from the kitchen. a lovely morning filled with the fresh spring breeze, summer just right by and you debated how you would handle california's hell season with the blistering sun.

you walked to your mother and greeted her with a hug, asking how she was during the time you were gone. you two sat at the dinner table eating the warm pastries as she filled you with all the information.

though, her face shifted. questioning her she responded.

"i've heard about what the towns people are saying about you," she pauses whilst you set down a pastry and folded your hands, "i'm just worried about you."

"worried why? you know the town is only saying things to get some sort of kick," you reply in mostly disbelief towards your mother.

"i know honey," she caressed your hand, "and you know i want whats best for you and for nothing to every happen to you right" you nod.

"well that's why i arranged for eli sunday to have a meeting with you! nothing odd just a short session to rid anything...if anything is there at least!" her tone was laced in sweetness to not upset you. but to have eli sunday? eli sunday who's head looks too big to stand on his neck come and do what? prance around you while shouting a paragraph from the book of lies? hard pass.

it would be an absolute honor for eli sunday to rid of all the sin and evil from your body, in his mind he knew there was some sort of demon inside of you to make you refuse to attend church and choose fun over christ. reading that allowed would definitely sound strange. oh and do not read this text around any hardcore religious adults, fair warning bozos.

eli's hair neatly slicked back with his proper little suit nice and fitted as he walked to your home that evening. your mother being gone as she needed to visit one of the women in charge of fabrics, leaving you and eli alone for the session.

unamused at the knock on your front door, you did not get up from your seat on the couch to answer it. there was another knock followed by silence, then another knock.

"[flop ass name] i've come for our session," he states loud enough for someone to hear inside, "i'll just let myself in."

weirdo. he opens the door revealing you seated upon the couch. bored and not wanting to pay attention to the dressed up man who closed the door behind him.

eli only looks around your house to take in everything, the decorations and the little vase of flowers sitting on a nearby table. his dumb smile plastered on his face as he looks you down, as if to belittle you and show you that he's the one in power at the moment.

"so, your mother wanted me to have a session with you. rid any demons that may have possessed you," he begins, "it'll be simple, i'll check you for any signs and have you say a prayer with me."

"i'm thrilled," you roll your eyes and eli shoots a glare.

eli crouches in front of you with a grimace on his face, "i can already feel it."

"feel what?"

"the demon, it's here."

"how? that's ridiculous,"eli begins to spew nonsense about feeling the presence of the demon, even saying the demon has a hand wrapped around your throat to control you like some sort of puppet. once he finished explaining it grew silent, the look on his face made you laugh. a giggle at first then laughter, the so called horror and fear was all just a mask and you knew it.

"i don't understand what you find so amusing [name], i'm trying to help you," eli became upset.

"no you're not, you're only trying to make yourself look better to the town," you say, "you promise all the redemption and shout prayer after prayer but turn your back whenever an untrue rumor conspires against someone."

"that's not true-"

"yes it is." you cut him off, "it's happened to so many people in the town including me."

the tips of eli's ears began to burn red, becoming angry from your attitude problem.

"those people and you are not following the ideals that god has provided in the bible." he stated.

"to hell with your ideas," your reply to your words was a sting from his hand slapping you. enough to turn your head in shock, turning back with a smile you spoke up, "do it again."

eli's face twists with disdain in contrast with the heat that begun in his chest and up into his face, looking down at you with your smile that laced with evil he sucks in air through his teeth.

"what's wrong eli?" you ask innocently, then raise a hand to caresses his face. it's soft, who would've known.

his hands became clammy when you pushed yourself off the couch and kneeled down with eli, trailing your fingers against the top of his suit.

"you seem tense," you whisper for only eli to hear, "i can fix that."

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against eli's lips. Shockingly, they're soft. Eli's hands become shaken, clammy as he has no idea what to do or where to put them. Only squeezing his eyes shut before slipping a glance to see your pretty face so close. His mood erratically changed from anger to shock, then to yearning once you pulled away. 

Looking directly at his dumb flushed state, you laugh at him. Confused, eli opens his mouth before shutting it once more in embarrassment. A burning sensation was dusted from the tips of his ears, traveling from his face down to his chest. Only god and himself would know the heat only traveled further downward with the way you inched closer to him. 

"you look so pathetic like this, but i can't help that i like it," you press another kiss against his small lips. There's no love or affection but only hunger and lust, and also inexperience on eli's behalf. It didn't matter though, he was going to become such a nice little plaything for you. 

Seating him on the couch, his shirt was unbuttoned exposing the marks of sin. Dark reds and purples littered across his neck and chest creating its own painting of beauty. The evil would adore it yet the heavens above would find it disgraceful. How dare eli sunday allow this to happen? How dare eli sunday, the priest of the town, the one who everyone turned to confess there sins to was turning his back on them. How dare he quiver and shake as you undid the belt of trousers.

He was pent up and easily turned on, by the looks of it he seemed to at least turn his back on god once or twice. Wondering how he looked teary eyed and on his knees begging for mercy, it lightened you core. Building up a wetness within your panties that would later be addressed. 

"[Name]..." he breaths out as if telling a deep and dark rooted secret that he was afraid god would hear. 

"Yes eli?" you look up from you placement, on your knees with his cock in hand. Not yet starting anything but the simple feeling of your hand had him breathless. "Is something wrong eli?" 

"No i just," he was cut off by his own voice moaning out as you lick a long, slow stipe from the bottom to the top. Taking his head first then agonizingly inching down until your nose met with his pelvis. It was so much in such a short motion that had eli mouth agape, the feeling of cumming already near when he looked down at you with your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him. 

Pulling away, you take a breather before sinking back down. This time, bobbing only a few inches whilst you sucked him eagerly. Your hands trailed up against his thighs, using your fingernails to drag across the exposed flesh. Sure enough to leave painful scratches from the treatment. Soon enough, a hand traveled to his hip. Holding it down in attempt to stop his stuttering hips to suck him off better. The mess of spit had traveled down your chin, even dripping against the length of his cock.

With his hips still attempting to thrust themselves more into your mouth, you felt yourself gag around his cock. Going deep enough to make your eyes roll back and tears to drip along your cheeks. 

"fuck i-" Eli realizes the word that left from his mouth. Your hair was tangled around his fingers before he takes another hand to cover his mouth. Thighs trembling as he begins blabbering out apologies. 

"Forgive me please, forgive me for I have sinned," he kept chanting in a pathetic pitch. His moans enlaced themselves with his please before he suddenly whines as he cums in your mouth. Painting the inside of your mouth as your mouth is still around him. 

Pulling your lips off of him, his cock was still rock hard and eager but he began to speak up.

"Please let me taste you," it didn't come out as a question but rather a demanded plea. You smile at him as you sat up on the couch, laying back as Eli began to remove the fabrics of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear as his hands shakily but swiftly remove them. 

Eli dove between your legs like a starved man, sloppily and hungrily lapping your folds with his tongue. the warmth of his tongue was delightful and looking down at him you noticed his eyes were closed and hair disheveled. you grab a fistful of his hair in order for him to slow down, finding the movements that began to make you quiver. 

as his pattern developed your breath was practically gone, gasping and sucking in the air as much as you could. your juices as well as his tongue creating the most disgusting slurping noise, though eli loved it. he moaned against you, fingernails digging into your thighs deep enough to scar little crescents like moon shining into the window. the only witness of this unholy act. 

eli was so lost in your taste, not caring about anything else or whatever punishment he may receive in the future. this couldn't be a sin. no, if the act felt this good it must be from god themself. 

it was adding up when eli attempted to slip a finger inside of you, slow and deep as it stretched you. not painful now, but it filled you with relief when he added a second and began pumping to find another spot. with his tongue and finger working wonders on you, you released on his mouth and he gladly cleaned you up with his tongue. 

eli let his head fall back, waiting for any movement from you yet you didn't budge. 

he glared, "why aren't you-" a slap was met to his face. your breathing was the only thing heard in the quiet living room. the smile to his face was turned you on even more, pulling you in to kiss you as you began your movements. sloppy and deep, hitting the spots hard whilst you were still sensitive from the previous orgasms.

maybe you still hated eli sunday, maybe it was all the pent up tension, or maybe you were the succubus sent down to drag him down to hell. no, eli did not believe there was a demon possessing you. his eyes rolled back as sweat clung to his forehead, hips meeting with yours to hit so perfectly together. 

his mind was racing but also blank, not knowing what to focus his attention on. But he knew damn well his was in love with this feeling. Like he thought before this must be some godly thing that he was expierence. a spiritual awakening is what this had to be. or perhaps you were the god he prayed to each day and night, the one who he seeked forgiveness  to. yes, deinfetly. 

both you and eli were getting so close to your high, having no shame with the with the noises being woven into the quiet night or even the mixtures of reds and purples like a the most ethereal of paints. with the final thrust, eli had come undone beneath you. clinging onto you as you followed along shortly after. intertwined in the night for only whatever god above to judge.

[greenflamedwriter]

be careful who you badmouth Part Three:

Shen Yuan may have fucked up. And of course he payed for it.

Luo Binghe couldn't punish him and go too far, it wouldn't do to break his new toy.

But some humilation would remind Shen Yuan of his place...

Shen yuan is dressed as a brothel women, to serve Luo Binghe and the rebels under the guise of a friendly treaty to return cultivation and accepted their proposal. Even gave them the option to work under Luo Binghe and be paid by the Huan Hua palace.

Shen yuan was ridiculoued and spoken down too and humiliated by his ‘men’ but he bore with it. Until one made him trip.

His younger brother who was the new leader looked down on him. The others grabbed Shen Yuan and began to beat him up. As Shen Yuan was shoved into the floor his brother leaned down.

“This suits you Gege.”

…what?

His eyes widened as he looked at the grinning men in a new light.

They hadn’t lost their memories.

…they betrayed him.

Ah. Ha. Ha.

Of course it is one of those novels he should’ve known. Unless you were the protagonist it would’ve been best to betray everyone and look out for himself.

As the others got up one spat on his cheek, while the others sniggered another one kicked his head as he walked past and Shen Yuan spread out on the floor. His clothes ripped and bruises staining his chest.

He heard footsteps and realised Luo Binghe towering over him.

He had to get up, he tried to sit up then groaned when a foot slammed into his chest pinning him to the floor.

Shen Yuan grabbed the foot crushing his ribcage.

“Poor Shizun.” Luo Binghe spoke looking down on him.

“Betrayed by your men, is that the sense of loyalty you inspire in others, The loyalty I should expect from you?”

Shen Yuans relaxed his head falling back.

“I’m not surprised. I’m a bitter coward, who finds trouble without meaning too. This was the best outcome for them, I don’t find fault with them.” It was understandable, he was honestly thinking this scene was angsty enough so the ‘twist’ that his men sold him out?

That was to be expected.

Luo Binghe smile crooked “Your men never attacked me. After you fled they came to me, begging forgiveness once I found them out. They sold you out to save themselves and best of all, I told them to speak of arrays and Tailsmens since they had no plan to begin with. You had no plan other than brute force.”

Shen Yuan’s eyes widened, what- really?

What a lame canon fodder! Pathetic! Completely pathetic!

“If you had honestly tried to revolt against me, I dare say you would have succeeded. This Lord is truly lucky that one such as yourself is a coward.” 

Luo Binghe’s foot pressed down harder.

“This Lord has been very forgiving, to let your men go and have someone like you be with my feet.”

If Shen Yuan was an honest man he would find this degradation hot.

But thankfully he was a repressed man, so nothing embarrising happened next.

“Clean up this mess.” 

Luo Binghe moved away and Shen Yuan finally sat up.

“Oh and one more thing.” Luo Binghe picked up and untouched bowl from the table and poured it onto the floor.

Shen Yuan blinked down at it, confused. 

What was that about?

“I havn’t fed you yet? Eat that off the floor, leave nothing left.”

Shen Yuans eyes widened.

You have got to be joking. His face spasmed in disgust.

Luo Bonghe’s eyes narrowed.

“I won’t ask you again.”

Shen Yuan could feel his chest tighten with humiliation. He reached out and Luo Binghe’s foot pressed onto his hand.

Shen Tuan yelped trying tug his hand back.

“Don’t use your hands.”

You sadistic freak! Shen Yuans glared openly.

But Luo Binghe wasn’t moving and Shen Yuans mouth twitched before leaning forward lowering his head down.

“Quickly before it gets cold.”

Luo Binghe used to be his favourite character. He was so cool and amazing!

As if!

What an asshole!

Shen Yuan was going to be sick. As he ate the top of the congee that was fine, but the parts that touched the floor.

“Eat all of it.” Shen Yuans tongue lapped at the floor picking up rice and dirt left by the shoes that walked on this floor.

Tears pricked his eyes. Was this his new future? 

A plaything to the demon Lord Luo Bonghe?

Welp. He’s made a decision, he’ll just kill himself. There has to be some way to detonate his core on command. Once he figures that out he can escape this torture!

Shen Yuan moved back to see nothing left and sat up, his face covered in dirt.

Luo Bonghe smirked “Now, clear away this mess and report to the kitchens. The servants will have some tasks for you.”

Luo Bonghe walked away with a smirk.

He glanced back to see Shen Yuan clear the plates. He looked pitiful.

Luo Bonghe wondered briefly if he want too far, humans were soft after all especially this one.

But this cultivator and cunning and dangerous a waste to kill him and-

Luo Binghe flexed his blood parasites and heard the satisfying sound of plates crashing onto the floor.

Luo Bonghe knew how prideful men could be, this way Shen Yuan won’t prematurely give up on him. Not until Luo Binghe was finished with him.

Shen Yuan, meanwhile place a hand over his mouth trying to be sick- he was utterly done for. With the parasites it’ll alert Luo Binghe of anything if Shen Yuan was trying to commit suicide.

He fell to his knees clinging to the table.

He was trapped.

...

...

After working as part of the staff, the usual meetings where his men would humilate him was a regular occurance. 

Luo Binghe came to realise, that he may have went too far.

Shen Yuan was afraid of him...

Of course he had to remind the younger that he was a powerful man, but most days as he watched his prisoner act like a servant, in the ost guady clothes- mostly Sha Hualings cast-offs he was reminded of the nighthunts he had with his Shizun.

The contrast was painful, and Luo Binghe wasn't a man who would apologise, he didn't think it was good enough. This was the first time he dealt with his consequences.

He took Shen Yuan and told him he was free from his duties as a servant, and was instead stationed to work in the library.

He told Shen Yuan he was not restricted to any texts or scrolls. This was a big deal, he never trusted easily and knew Shen Yuan was clever he could find some way to use this knowledge against him.

But as a prisoner this was the most insurance he could give freely to his ward.

Shen Yuan didn't think of any of that mostly brightening up and even bowed thanking his Lord, he began to work on his beastiary and he saw the lust in Shen Yuans eyes when he devoured his library.

It was...cute.

He even asked his three wives to look after him, if he had others to socialise with his Shizun would feel less trap.

He never trusted any man with his wives but knew this was a good choice.

From what they told him, Shen Yuan never acted like a rival suitor, he was mostly interested them in their story and even asked how they thought of Luo Binghe and how he courted them. He even critisiced Luo Binghe wether his actions were romantic or not.

So far Shen Yuan had the notion that Luo Binghe was sleezy.

"Sleeping with Qui Wanyrou, in an immortal alliance conference? Where all peak lords are watching? The old palace master would've seen!"

Luo Binghe who was over hearing froze.

He...never thought of that.

Even his wives suddenly pulled faces and poor Qui Wanryou even looked like she was going to be sick, but she didn't realise either.

He would ask Liu Mingyan and Ning Yingying on cultivation, Ning Yingying was delighted at the excitment he showed he reminded her of her disciples.

"He almost reminds me of you," She said fondly and Luo Binghe felt awful that maybe Ning Yingying wanted to teach or continue cultivating...

He even showed interst with Sha Hualing he didn't judge her from over throwing her father and guessed he was proud and was able to retire. She acted tough but secretly she was preening and began to go into detail about her clan and how her people were going through a famine so she was used to going hungry and didn't like seasoned food.

Shen Yuan was soon beloved by all the harem, they didn't see him as a threat just a really dumb servant who was too smart for his own good.

There were lines in the sand as most of the harem that were self serving were immedietly deterred away from doing anything. Like the old Palace mistress.

As Luo Binghe, months later, sat with Shen Yuan during their dinner that was becomming a regular occurance he spoke about what Shen Yuan wanted to do. He was still under Luo Binghes oath. But Luo Binghe did want him to be confortable.

Shen Yuan thought...even if it was some weird psychological play, Shen Yuan couldn't see the point of saying no, this was the protagonist. If he wanted something he got it, if he wanted a wife he got it.

If he wanted Shen Yuan dead he would be dead.

The only thing he could do was ask and hope to god Luo Binghe was in a giving mood.

"Could I still leave the grounds and work on my beastiary, even with a chaperone or you if it pleases my Lord." 

Luo Binghe hummed "Well yes, as long as all of your work will now be owned by Huan Hua palace, and myself."

Oh, he's selling the rights to his works without the royalties.

"Would you publish this? To the humans and mortals to help them?" Luo Binghe nodded "Of course, anything else?"

Oh god he was over stepping! He should just stop while he was ahead.

"Then there's nothing else I can think off. If it please my Lord for me to stay here then I will." 

For some reason, Shen Yuan had the feeling Luo Binghe still wasn't happy.

"Anything for Shizun."

Shen Yuan, almost choked on his tea as his eyes snapped to the others, "Y-you were serious about that?"

"Of course."

Shen Yuans eyes widened, but that- Luo Binghe only called those Shizun whom he respected. Ever since Shen Qingqiu he's only called those that who really deserved it.

Only Meng mo had that title.

"It- it doesn't feel proper to have the Lord Luo Binghe as my disciple,"

"What if I don't care about propriety. You have valuable insight, and I would be a fool not to take advantage."

...Okay- so from what he could gleam from this. Luo Binghe wanted something from him. And once he figured that out, or grew bored with Shen Yuan he would get rid off him after making an example out of him. 

He took a breath "Very well, if it pleases my Lord."

"Call me Luo Binghe. I said there was no need for formalities."

Well, he didn't want to offend.

"Of course, Luo Binghe." And finally Luo Binghe smiled, and it was dazzling. Shen Yuan felt himself relaxing. This was the protagonist, he was practically radiant.

He found himself reaching for his plate and finishing his food. Now Luo Binghe was looking at him oddly "It's cold, wouldn't you want something else?"

Shen Yuan found himself smiling, it was almost like their night hunts when Tiangmo would fret over the poor Inn food and cook his own- Shen Yuan figured the boy just had a distrust for food. 

"Luo Binghe made this right? Even if it's cold it's still delicious. And I wouldn't want to waste food." He began to eat, sure it was better warmer but it was still toe-curlingly good.

....

Before he turned in for the night he felt Luo Binghe clasped his arm, still looking cool his eyes staring right through him.

"Before I leave you, Shizun. There is one more question I have for you."

Luo Binghe never thought to torture him for this information, he wanted to ask. But only if Shen Yuan felt safe enough to reveal that information. 

Luo Binghe was torn though, on one hand he wanted to bully Shen Yuan it was so easy! And Shen Yuans bullied flushed and tear streaked face was a delight and should be seen only by him. And yet, he wanted his trust he wanted Shen Yuan to rely on him like Tiangmo when he was his disciple...

"Yes Lor- uh Luo Binghe." 

"What was my weakness?"

Shen Yuan straightened "Oh right, of course I'll tell you- it's fuana. Flowers that trigger dual cultivation, you have a reputation of being in those situations and I wondered how lucky you were to have someone close but what would happen if you were alone- or if others were alone who weren't heavenly demons thats how I made that tonic, your highness." Luo Binghe's eyes widened. He probably never realised.

"You made that from thinking of me?" Shen Yuan nodded "Yeah, and remember that time you pushed me out the way of the flower and took the pollen onto yourself? I could've killed you. Slit your throat then pushed you into the stream and let the water carry you away washing all of the evidence." 

"I only mention it," Shen Yuan spoke after realising how silent Luo Binghe was being "Is that others might be thinking the same thing as I and might take advantage. Even other demon clans or cultivators may take advantage to 'push' a marriage gaining more in the deal so to say."

Lord Binghe's hand tightened and Shen Yuan tried not to grimace.

"This one apologises-"

"Now, This lord..." Luo Binghe let go standing straighter "This Lord appreciates Shizuns council. I will head that in the future. If Shizun could indulge this Lord and...teach me such remedies?"

Shen yuan eagerly nodded "Of course, just let me know when Lord Luo Binghe is free, I'll be at your service." 

Luo Binghe seemed to find amusment with this line, Shen Yuan had no idea what was so funny.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

blitz reacting to y/n getting kidnapped/tricked by someone pretending to be him after a fight they had?

Blitzø's reaction to his S/O kidnapped by a fraudster.

You and Blitzø rarely had a serious fight, but when you did, you went of the fucking rails.

The two of you would scream at each other until one of you went too far. And more often then not, it was Blitzø, causing you to run out of the apartment.

It had been a bad fight, the two of you going back and forth until Blitzø said something he he really shouldn't have, and instantly regretted it.

But instead of storming out like you normally did, you stared at him coldly, tears forming in your eyes before walked away, quietly closing the door behind you.

Blitzø was frozen stiff, cold dread filled his chest as he had a internal war to decide if he should go after you.

Normally when you'd have a fight like this, you'd run to Millie, the Fem-fetal being your closest friend, other then him of course. Where you'd spend a few days at there place until Blitzø would inevitably come for you, apologising profusely and begging for your forgiveness.

But the next day, when he went to work and found Millie & Moxxie he asked about you, but... they hadn't seen you.

That sent Blitzø into a full blown panick fuelled frenzy, freaking the fuck out.

It was only with the full I.M.P did he manage to calm down, his family promising to help him find you.

But before they could figure out where to start, he got a call.

It was your number, the Imp filling with releaf. He answered the call, already apologising and asking you to forgive him.

But he was quickly cut off, by... himself?

It was someone who sounded just like him.

They taunted him, telling him how he must be nervous, panicking about missing you.

Blitzø snapped at the guy, demanding to know where you were. Only to get snapped back at by the phony, the fake telling him you weren't his, he wasn't even him and he'd prove it.

He gave Blitzø a time and place, telling him to be there quickly or he'd never see you again.

So he rushed his ass to that location, running his ass off to the location. He arrived, only to find a Hellphone sitting on the ground, getting a call upon arrival.

It was his phony, telling him another location and time.

So Blitzø rushed too it again, this time finding a worn out payphone. It took a minute, but he got a call, the phony telling him another location.

This time however he demanded to know you were alright, saying he wouldn't take another step until he heard your voice.

There was a long pause before he heard your voice, "B-Blitzø." You stuttered, sounding terrified. "I-I don't know what's going on"

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I swear I'll get you back." He told you, but before he could continue the phony came back, telling him the time and location again, telling him he should hurry up.

He got to it as fast as possible, this time not finding anything off note, he search around for anything.

But as he heard something, he was attacked from behind, being knocked unconscious.

He awoke in an old where house, realising he was bound, looking around before he found you strapped to a chair.

He tried to free himself, desperately trying to get to you. But as he did so, he felt someone grab him by the horns, throwing him away away from you.

"You don't get to look at him, you fake!" They yelled at him.

Getting his bearings, he looked up, finding an Imp that looked like a cheap knock-off, of well... Him!

The knock-off began raving on and on about how he'd finally prove himself, how he was the original.

Sitting up he tried to interrogate the knock-off, asking him why he was doing this.

The knock-off looked deranged, telling him to Shut Up!

He told Blitzø he was just a fake, a phony, someone trying to steal what was his. And that's when he approached you. You didn't seem hurt, but were clearly unconscious as the phony approached.

He pet your cheek, telling him you were meant to be with him, but he had stolen you by pretending to be him.

By this point it was clear the guy was a total fucking nut job, and he didn't really have a grasp on reality.

He went on about how you were his and Blitzø had stolen you by pretending to be him. How he'd tried to get your attention for so long, and now he had his chance to prove he was true.

The Not-Blitzø turned to him, knife brandished as he went off on him like a fucking nut bag.

And then you woke up, letting out a gentle mumble.

You took a while to wake up, looking around you clearly freaked out.

The Not-Blitzø turned to you, and Blitzø snapped telling him to stay away from you.

But stay away he did not, moving in close he gently stroked your cheek. He told you "He was your one true love" and Blitzø was a fraud, a fake and he'd "saved you from."

He told you about how he knew all about how the 'fake' Blitzø had said those terrible things to you.

He brought up an intimate list of things you had fought over, the things you found annoying about Blitzø.

But he assured you, he would never be like that. He was the true Blitzø and he would never, ever treat you like that.

You just stared at the phony for a moment, looking between him and the Not-Blitzø. Then staring at him for a long moment, Blitzø just staring back.

Looking up at the Not-Blitzø, you... smiled?!

You smiled up at him, thanking him for saving you from the 'Fake' Blitzø.

The phony was overjoyed as you got the Not-Blitzø to let you free. Pulling him close you kissed him gently, the Imp clearly desperate for your affection.

Asking for the knife, you told him you'd end your little 'problem' for the both of them, turning to him.

He pleaded with you, desperately telling you he was sorry, sorry for everything he said. Sorry for always being such an ass, but he loved you.

You told him it really hurt when he said what he said. And you really questioned your relationship after that.

But as much as it hurt, you still loved him. And with that you turned and planted the knife in Not-Blitzøs neck.

The Not-Blitzø sputtered up blood, desperately clinging to you, releasing a string of rather pathetic whimpers before he finally died.

Standing up, you walked over and undid his bindings.

The Imp instantly pulled you close, holding you close as he desperately apologised for everything, for being such an asshole.

You were quiet for a minute, looking rather cold before a gentle smile crossed your lips, pulling him close and kissing him.

You told him you forgave him, telling him it was alright.

You spent a moment to look over the phony.

You told him as crazy as the phony was... he was so desperate to prove he belonged together, the Imp was so... alone. So desperate for comfort or affection.

If he hadn't kidnapped you, you actually felt sorry for him.

After a moment, you walked out of the little where house he'd kept you in.

You telling him you were happy to be stuck with the usual crazy Blitzø, over the Really Crazy Blitzø.

That made Blitzø laugh, pulling you close and giving you a kiss.

Unfortunately, after all that, you had nightmares for the next few months.

Each one always about Blitzø & the Not-Blitzø. You always waking up before thoroughly searching his whole body to prove he was the real Blitzø.

They were random, sometimes going for weeks without an incident, before having a few in a week.

But each time Blitzø held you close, assuring you he was himself, each time you always calming down, comforted by your loves gentle kisses and assurances of love, until you drifted back to sleep.

And true to his word, Blitzø really did his best to fix the little issues that most often spawned your conflicts, you always made sure to show your appreciation with little gestures like a kiss or hug, whispering little thank yous.

Hey Hey, early post. I'll be working on my side project for a while, so thought I'd put this out now. Hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

[etherealluminescence]

op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.

[rosesmith18]

Razputin’s Getaway

My current obsession has been Psychonauts, and I thought since I haven't posted in a long time-sorry about that-I'd share some scenes I wrote dealing with Razputin's fears and anxieties before the events of the first game.

Did I have a death wish? But, dad was forgiving, you’ll be fine. If you beg enou-NO. I didn’t do anything wrong. Tala’s crown was falling, I was just trying to help. I didn’t even think about it. Okay, so MAYBE I took the opportunity to joke around, but I really did do what I did to help her. If that thing had hit the ground it would have been a goner, and she loved that flea market tricket more than anything. It would have broken her little heart to replace it; let alone break it. I was being a good older brother, a good hero, a psychonaut. I was using my gift for good, because it WAS a gift. No matter what everyone else said. Tala didn’t seem to see it that way. You should explain yours-

“Pssh-” It was tall, shaped like an upside down pear, and dressed all in black; the figure that called out to me. My gaze slowly trailed up its body, catching a glimpse of a long, slender mustache before a rectangular pamphlet stole my attention. It was held in the person’s outstretched arm; Cover on full display for me to see. I pressed an eyebrow down against my brow, slight frown on my lips as I nervously read the cover. It was a brochure of sorts for a…Psychic Summer Camp?! No, it couldn’t be. I must be seeing things. I snatched the folded paper from the person’s rubbery hand, and reread the cover over and over and over again, the same five words appearing before my eyes every time; 

‘Whispering Rock’s Psychic Summer Camp’ It really was true. I had to know more. I snapped my head up, about to ramble question after question, but the person had vanished. Leaving me with the pamphlet.

I settled into the nightly practice routine soon after with the rest of my family. I took the pamphlet with me. I needed to read the rest. Balancing a set of 90 and 70 pound dumbbells on the soles of my covered feet, I pulled out the brochure, and began to read-ignoring the twisting of my stomach;

‘To soar across the astral plane! To wage psychic warfare against the enemies of free thought!’ I read the slogan on the cover, it sounded like a call to action, a call to adventure; a line right out of True Psychic Tales. It made my heart race in a good way, in the way that took my mind away from dark and terrible thoughts. My attention was focused, and I wasn’t sure anything could take it away. Not even the familiarly stern eyes staring into my back. 

I read on with a new found vigor into the inside of the pamphlet;

‘You were born with a special gift. But, the people around you, treat it like a curse. Your mother is afraid of you, and your father looks at you with shame in his eyes. Come to Whispering Rock’s Psychic Summer Camp, and you can show them all. Back home your powers make you a loner, an outcast, a circus freak. But in this dojo, in this psychic dojo, they make you a HERO.’ It was everything I ever dreamed of, ever wanted, written down on paper for all to see. I felt alive, and free, and okay for the first time in a while. I memorized the address for minutes on end until nightly practice was good and done. 

I could hear Mom telling Queepie and Tala that it was time for bed, could hear Dion and Frazie bickering about their practice, could hear my Dad huffing behind me. I didn’t want to answer, not now, not tonight. This night had turned out so wonderful, and he was going to ruin it. You can’t keep it a secret forever, or long for that matter, and secrets always end up hurting someone. It’s going to hurt you, so face it like a man already. Those were both fine points even if that fact made me even more reluctant. My reply to Dad was meek as I turned to face him.

“Yes, Dad?” I answered, staring up at his hulking form, folded arms straight against his front. 

“Let me see what you have there, son” He put an open palm in my face, and I almost pleaded with him not to take it, but I steeled myself. I handed it to him as if I trusted him to do nothing more than look at it, though the likelihood of that was extremely low unless I really was just super lucky tonight.

“It’s just something a customer gave me.” I explained before he could read the cover, it was my fear talking, fear that something bad would happen if I took ownership over my gratitude for that brochure.

“‘Whispering Rock’s PSYCHIC Summer Camp’” His voice was burning with venom as he read the words aloud. Everyone; Mom, Dion, Frazie, Tala, Queepie, looked at Dad as if waiting for him to make his comment on such a ridiculous thing. “Razputin, what is the meaning of this-this WITCHCRAFT?” His words stung me, the way they punctured my already barely beating heart. I was determined and frightful at the same time, and I pressed the pads of my fingers together as I muttered;

“It’s a summer camp, Dad.” He raised an incredulous eyebrow at my statement that somehow only furthered my stance on the matter, and I spoke plainly the second time around; “And, I think it sounds like fun.” There eyes were on me, every one of those twelve eyes, on me; it was just like my nightmares, and a shiver so fierce ran up my spine. 

“You think curses sound like FUN, Razputin?” Spite’s Dad, and I all but crumble under the weight of that word. NO. Curses aren’t fun. They’re terrifying, and make it hard to breathe when you take a drink of water, and make you afraid of your own children; the last thing you think curses are is FUN. So, why did he have to use THAT word. The one word you can’t argue with? I can’t find the words to say fast enough, and I watch, as dad rips all my dreams to shreds before my very eyes. I lash a shaky hand out hoping he’ll see it, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll think about how much it hurts me. “Well, curses aren’t FUN, Razputin, and you’ll learn that one day.” But, all he thinks about is how to use THAT word, to HURT ME.

I race back to my caravan with a single desire blazing in my veins; Freedom, I’m going to get my freedom tonight. Free from this circus, free from this curse, and free from this family. You know father didn’t mean to hurt you. He’s just worried about you, about the family. Try to be more understanding. Not tonight, or tomorrow, or ever again. I understand enough, I understand that this is for the best. It’s a perfect night to run away, to be free. It’s dark, no moonlight I could have read these stubborn emotions away with. Mom took most of my comics away anyway; Hidden under broken, rotting wood were all the ones that remained-only five or so of the sixty volumes I had originally managed to collect on our travels. One she had even used to dress the floor of the horses caravan, volume one of all the volumes. I’d get to see it one last time tonight; not in the greatest condition, of course, filthy for all manner of reasons you’d expect. It brought back many pleasant memories, however, and a courage I needed tonight more than ever. 

Riding the World's Smallest Pony down a forgien dirt road was an adventure all on its own in this darkness, and as Frazie’s pony hoofed it down the path, I turned and watched the Aquatodome get smaller and smaller. That tent felt so big when you were standing under it as crowds of ten or twenty or sometimes even twenty-five filled the stands, but as I rushed out of the clearing into the dense forest of oak trees; I momentarily thought that no more than twenty-five people could fit in a tent so small. My caravan was even smaller though, barely visible between the branches of trees or over the tops of bushes as the train tracks outside the forest came into view in front of me. The world was about to become so much bigger for me. I was overwhelmed, but excited. If I became a psychonaut, it would be the greatest trick I’d ever pulled.

I jumped down from the stacked logs as the light from the truck's headlights illuminated the large wood sign I’ve been looking for. The bald lumberjack eyes me with shock when I land in front of their passenger door window, and I wave them a sort of thanks for the lift. They’re hesitant for a moment, but they eventually wave back before driving off into the dark streets ahead. I stumble with my things as I walk up to the rickety old painted sign;

‘Whispering Rock’ It reads, and I feel a giddiness rise up in my chest. So much opportunity is waiting for me behind this fence gate; but how to get in? This isn't right. You should go home. That’s enough adventure for one night, Razputin. I’m not letting you get to me. I can see a campfire glow from past the trees. I’m so close. I’ll just hop the rock pillars of the fence gate, and I’ll be sitting right where I belong. With people just like me, with gifts and dreams to be psychonauts. No more fear, anxiety or shame. Go ahead coward, just run away. Betray your family for a bunch of fortune tellers. They wouldn’t expect any less from the likes of YOU. You can’t make me feel guilty anymore. I’m not being selfish. I’m doing them a favor. They don’t want me, they don’t have to have me. I’m taking care of the hard part for them. Like a psychonaut, like a hero, like a good son.