#this isn’t great it was kinda a vent

[veryluckyclovers]

thank you for sharing your light

[caramel-ribbons]

I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.

Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.

Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.

Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.

Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.

The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.

[tacit-semantics]

I really don’t want to go back to school but also I really do and I’ve decided my solution to this is to just sit and marinate in overwhelming Dread

[floral-hex]

lol I have nowhere to live come wednesday 😝

[wonderjanga]

Billy the Therapist

Heroes find Marvel a very easy person to talk to, even if his advice and or solutions to their problems are outrageous sometimes.

A great example of this was when Marvel and Flash were in one of the Watchtower’s rec rooms. They were on the floor, laying on their stomachs, kicking their feet in the air like a couple of teenage girls while trying to complete a puzzle.

Flash: *talking about a fight he had with Iris* “She threatened to kick me out for Christ’s sake!”

Marvel: “You know, problems like these shouldn’t matter in the long run.” *places down a puzzle piece*

Flash: “Easy for you to say, you don’t have a wife.” *places down another piece*

Marvel: “You’re right, I don’t, but I knew somebody who got divorced from their wife and they kinda spiraled.” *is talking about a crackhead that lives a couple doors down from him, in fact, it’s this crackhead*

Flash: “What happened to him?”

Marvel: “He became a crackhead.”

Flash: “WHAT?? Dude, this is just us arguing about dishes!”

Marvel: “I know I know, but what I’m saying is the fact that you guys blew this out of proportion over dishes, isn’t really healthy for your relationship. You guys need to work on deescalating conflicts.”

Flash: “I-” *pauses* “That’s actually pretty good advice. You’re right. I’ll apologize to her later.”

Marvel: “Cool so now you won’t become a crackhead.” *puts another piece down*

Flash: “Cap, I don’t think that was ever on the table.”

Though, every now and then, he can give solid advice without sounding a little absurd. Like when Clark was talking about how he wanted nothing to do with Connor and how it was unfair that all this responsibility was put on him.

Supes: *venting*

Marvel: *face blank (He’s just thinking) as he’s chewing a granola bar*

Supes: *sees his blank face* “Please don’t tell me you’re disappointed in me too.”

Marvel: “I’m not.” *finishes his granola bar before crumpling the wrapper up and basketball shooting it into a trash can* “Clark, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to feel the way you do.”

Supes: “You do?” *a little relieved and also surprised because he can’t recall Marvel ever calling him by his first name before*

Marvel: “I do. I mean, think about it. One of your worst enemies, without your consent, took your DNA and his and then proceeded to make a child with it. Then, he tried to make that child into a weapon to take you down. And when that didn’t work and the child was left to us, you were just expected to raise it? So no, I’m not disappointed in the slightest. Granola bar?” *gets two more granola bars*

Supes: *takes one and starts eating it*

Marvel: “But on the other hand, Connor’s a really nice kid. He looks up to you and asks about you a lot. I… don’t think you have to be a father to him. I think you should just focus on being an acquaintance, and maybe in the distant future-” *noms on his own new granola bar* “-you guys can be friends. In all honesty, just treat him like a human being with feelings Clark. He’s still a kid after all.”

Supes: *is quiet for a bit* “I will. Thanks.” *munches more on his granola bar* “These are really good. Where’d you get these?”

Marvel: “Flash’s stash.”

Supes: *nearly chokes* “Flash’s stash?! Isn’t he like super protective of his food??”

Marvel: *shrugs* “He’s never caught me with it so i dunno.”

[vesppperoro]

What do the other sins think of Leviathan!Reader?

Includes: Asmodeus/Ozzie (and Fizz), Beelzebub, Mammon, and Lucifer.

Asmodeus/Ozzie

You two are VERY great friends.

Ozzie thinks you’re a very nice friend and he LOVES your company.

He knows about your rivalry with Mammon, so he respects you even more.

Fizz loves you too, so Ozzie loves you as well.

Since the incident with Mammon, you offered Fizz a job with your Jesters and he was happy to accept.

Ozzie was suspicious at first, but he warmed up after seeing how happy you made his little froggie.

He is your GO TO when it comes to gossip, Fizz included.

You three always have the latest gossip on other sins and demons.

One time, someone tried to hurt Fizz at one of your performances. Before Ozzie stepped in, you did. You killed that son of a bitch and he was VERY happy.

Overall, Ozzie adores you. He loves doing your makeup, talking, and hanging out with you!

Asmodeus and Fizz are your closest companions in Hell and you wouldn’t give that up for the world.

Beelzebub

You two are party animals.

She LOVES throwing parties with you. She always invites you. Also since you bring your own stash of party drugs…

She loves having drinking competitions with you! You two almost get wasted, if it isn’t for her little boyfriend stopping the two of you.

Beel is also your go to when it comes to gossip. She knows everything about everyone, and so do you.

You two also judge others together. When you’re envious of someone, she’s always the one to be like “Girl, you’re so much better than them.” Even if you aren’t a girl lol.

You two fly around together and have conversations about everything.

You even let her visit your ring once! She LOVED it there.

Now, she invites you and some members from your ring as well! They usually attend since they know how much you love Beel.

You two also sing many songs together. She usually features you in them, either as a rapper or as a secondary writer.

Overall, she’s sees you as a best friend/older sibling. She adores the hell out of you and would do anything for you.

Mammon

Hate.

You two hate each other. It’s quite known around both the Greed ring and the Envy ring that you two are rivals.

He stole your show, you stole his prized clown. You two are always competitive with each other.

Which is kinda ironic. A serpent and a spider.

You’re much bigger than him, popularity wise and physically.

The Greed ring doesn’t like you either. Mammon spreads shit about you and makes campaigns against you.

You don’t care all too much, however. You have many supporters anyways.

Once you learned of Glitz and Glam’s betrayal, you banished them from the Envy ring.

Anyone who steps foot in the Greed ring is no longer trusted by you.

Mammon rants about you to everyone. He fucking hates your guts.

You two have fought many of times. You always win, but he keeps trying.

Overall, Mammon and you hate each other. You two can’t stand to see each other’s faces or the people you two rule over.

Lucifer

He actually really enjoys your company.

Lucifer and you talk about everything together.

He even told you about his daughter’s dream, which is why you went to the Hazbin Hotel in the first place.

He loves ducks and so do you!

You made a little duck version of him and he did the same for you!

Lucifer does vent to you sometimes since you’re willing to listen.

You always feel bad for him and try to cheer him up as best as you can.

You’re usually the one he calls upon if he needs anything at all. Someone to talk to, someone to protect Charlie, etc.

He even called upon you during the war and you protected the crew and his child.

He’s very similar to Beel when it comes to things like who you’re jealous of, what you’re jealous of, etc.

He usually tells you that you’re better and he does stuff to cheer you up.

Overall, you and Lucifer are pretty good friends! You’re like his guardian and he’s like a babysitter to you.

Speaking of, he’s the one that makes sure that you don’t go on your envy rampages…

[eelfuneral]

Hi Bad Batch fandom, let’s sit down and have a talk for a moment.

1. If you liked or were okay with Tech being killed off, then that’s fine, but it’s also fine for people to not like that story beat.

2. Expressing displeasure with a writing decision in one’s own space is not “toxic”. As long as no one is being harassed, it’s not an issue, so please stop getting mad at people for doing this.

3. It is entirely possible to enjoy The Bad Batch over all and still hate the way Tech’s storyline was handled. This isn’t a zero-sum game, and criticism doesn’t always equal “hater”.

4. If a person has made an emotional post about not liking the way that Tech was killed off, that is NOT your cue to reply with a lengthy rant about why you think it was well done. There are people in the “Tech should have lived” camp that would be fine with debating you, but someone venting about how much this plot point upset them is not going to be among those people. In fact, you are being kinda mean.

5. Tech’s treatment as a character holds a great deal of emotional weight because a massive portion of his fanbase is autistic people who felt represented by him. We have been begging you guys FOR MONTHS to be empathetic, even if you don’t understand why we are reacting so strongly to a fictional character. Please start being more mindful.

6. Please stop calling people (even if you were among them) “delusional” for suspecting that Tech could have survived while Season 3 was airing. This was such a mainstream fan theory that Screen Rant covered it and Star Wars Theory brought it up. Casual fans who weren’t part of the online fandom were also into it. Also, actual delusions are a symptom of many deeply stigmatized mental health conditions, and using this medical term as an insult (self depreciatingly or not) further contributes to this stigma.

There has been an undercurrent of unkindness in parts of this fandom for a while now, and I hope that we can all get past this. I’m tired.

[in1-nutshell]

Hey, love your work, and my sister loves it a lot as well, so this request is manly for her. Would you be open to doing a opposite personality buddy to wheeljack, like buddy is thier little sibling or something, or thier human buddy, idk, dont do this kinda thing. Anyway, sorry for all the writing, keep up the great work.

Your and your sister's request has been fulfilled!

Hope you enjoy!

Wheeljack's younger sibling with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Cybertronain reader

TFP

One of the greater mysteries of the universe.

How were Buddy and Wheeljack related.

Buddy was much more of a rule follower as Wheeljack broke said rules.

Now this didn’t mean that Buddy followed the rules religiously, even they knew there were times where rules did not have a reach. Same went for Wheeljack.

As a scientist, he knew that there were certain things that had to make sense to make other things make sense.

Wheeljack holding a grenade in one servo and some engex in the other.

“We can—”--Wheeljack

Buddy taking the engex and grenade out of his servos.

“But should we…”--Buddy

“Buddy, I’m a scientist. I have questions and I’m going to get answers.”--Wheeljack

“And I’m the only one of us with most common sense, and I say no.”--Buddy

“To bad, I’m the oldest.”--Wheeljack

“Hard to tell some days.”--Buddy

“What was that?”--Wheeljack

“Nothing!”--Buddy

Another difference drawn between the two was their line of work.

Buddy worked closely with the Elite Guard, basically Ultra Magnus’s second in command.

Wheeljack was a Wrecker.

Now Buddy was on relatively good terms with most of the Wrecker’s thanks to being related to Wheeljack.

Bulkhead earned a sibling when they met.

Wheeljack placing a servo on Buddy’s shoulder.

“And this is Bulkhead. Bulkhead meet my little—”--Wheeljack

Buddy jabs him in the gut causing him too nearly double over.

They offer Bulkhead their servo to shake.

“I’m Buddy, Second in Command of Commander Ultra Magnus, and… Wheeljack’s younger sibling.”--Buddy

Bulkhead blinks before shaking their servo.

“Second in Command of Ultra Magnus, huh? You got your work cut out for ya.”--Bulkhead

“Magnus isn’t all bad. He’s a nice bot once you get to know him.”--Buddy

Wheeljack snorts.

“Yeah right, and Screamer is going to create an army of himself.”--Wheeljack

Buddy knew that the two mechs weren’t on the best terms, especially when Wheeljack decided to antagonize their Commander.

Buddy often tries to play the mediator between the two when Ultra Magnus becomes the Wrecker’s leader.

Buddy did as much as they could to keep Wheeljack on the team.

To say they were a bit spark broken that he left them was an understatement.

Magnus standing by the door seeing Buddy’s back trying to organize the ammunition rounds for the 5th time today.

He walks over and puts a servo on their shoulder.

Buddy freezes but knows who it is.

“…I just can’t believe he would leave… just like that… without even saying good-bye… Sorry you have to see this sir.”--Buddy

“Buddy… if you need some time to collect your thoughts, your more than welcome to do so.”--Magnus

Buddy shakes their helm taking in a shaky vent.

“I’ll be fine Commander.”--Buddy

“Very well then… I will be in the main room if you need me.”--Magnus

Magnus begins to walk away.

“Magnus—I mean—Ultra Magnus sir.”--Buddy

Magnus stops and looks at Buddy.

“Thank you for checking in Commander… it means a lot.”--Buddy

“…You’re welcome… and you have clearance to call me Magnus.”--Magnus

Buddy perks up a bit.

“But in closed quarters.”--Magnus

Buddy smiles a bit.

“I won’t ruin your reputation Magnus! Thanks!”--Buddy

Buddy stood by their Commander’s side as the war seemed to have grown longer without Wheeljack by their side.

Soon Magnus sent them on a shuttle to do some atmospheric patrolling, they got spotted by the Decepticon lookouts.

The seekers managed to follow them out into space before they started firing their long-range weapons on the shuttle.

Buddy hit their helm at one point trying to comm in Ultra Magnus.

It was a miracle that they managed to get into an escape pod and get shot out before the shuttle exploded.

Magnus was on the other line getting his shuttle ready to get his second in command when the line went dead, and all signatures went dead.

After a couple of days of searching for any remains, Buddy’s name was listed on the KIA list.

Wheeljack got noticed from the final list before Cybertron went dark.

In space they say that no one can hear you scream, tell that to Wheeljack when he nearly made himself deaf from the screaming.

The pod eventually lands on Earth but gets stuck and remains closed for a while in the woods.

Time skip after Magnus comes to Earth…

 Miko was running from the Insecticons.

Somehow one of the cons managed to take the Apex Armor from her leaving her at the mercy of the Insecticons while the rest of the Wrecker’s tried to fend them off.

Of course, a couple strays followed her into the woods.

One of the Insecticons accidentally stumbled on the abandoned pod activating its hatch.

The shaking somehow managed to get Buddy out of stasis and woke up out of their pod.

The first thing Buddy saw was a small organic creature cornered by those blasted Insecticons.

“HEY UGLIES!”--Buddy

Miko and the Insecticons look over to see Buddy aiming their blaster at them.

Buddy doesn’t hesitate and blasts them in the face.

Miko runs out of the way as the Insecticons go down.

She looks up at her savior and eyes fall on the Autobot symbol.

“You’re an Autobot!”--Miko

Buddy raises their optic.

“Yes? How do you know that…”--Buddy

“I’m Miko, I’m actually a Wrecker myself.”--Miko

“Buddy—Wait what?”--Buddy

“You’re name is Buddy?”--Miko

“That’s not important right not Miko.”--Buddy

“I feel like it should be.”--Miko

BANG!

SSSSHHHHRRRRIIIIEEEEEKKKKKK!

“Sweet Solus Prime what was that?!”--Buddy

Miko goes up to Buddy and tries to move them to the direction.

“That’s Predaking and he is going to tear them apart if we don’t get there in time!”--Miko

“Woah, woah, woah. Predaking? Them? Kid I need a little bit more information.”--Buddy

Miko throws her arms in the air.

“Big bad dragon bot is going to Tear Magnus, Bulk—”--Miko

Buddy’s optics widen.

“Magnus? Like Ultra Magnus? And Bulkhead?”--Buddy

“Yeah and—WOAH!”--Miko

Buddy grabs Miko and begins running towards the noise.

“You know them?!”--Miko

“Know them? That’s my team!”--Buddy

Miko did her best to give directions till they came to the edge of the wood.

A giant Predacon was fighting the Wreckers.

Buddy put Miko down behind some rocks and activated her blaster and shield.

This was going to be messy.

Buddy immediately charged in, jumping on a rock, and slamming Predaking in the face.

Buddy continued to shoot their blaster at the Predacon while the others momentarily hesitated before going back to the fight.

Magnus knew from the slam that it had to be his second in command.

No one did a shield slam like they did.

Bulkhead wasn’t sure who this bot was yet, but they were helping in the fight which was good enough for him.

Wheeljack focused more on the fight than the strangely familiar looking color scheme.

Finally, Predaking was called back to the Nemesis and left the Wrecker’s.

Buddy panted a bit.

They just woke up and had to dispose of two Insecticons and battle a beast… they needed a break not blaster to the face.

Miko starts running towards the group.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”--Miko

Bulkhead looks over at Miko in relief.

Buddy turns to Ultra Magnus, straightens out and salutes.

“Ultra Magnus sir… Sorry I was a little late on patrol…”--Buddy

Magnus slips out a rare smile and places a servo on their shoulder.

“At ease soldier. Its good to hear from you Buddy.”--Magnus

“Buddy!”--Bulkhead

Buddy gets picked up from the back by Bulkhead.

Buddy laughs a bit while patting his arm a bit.

“At ease Bulkhead. I’m fine.”--Buddy

“Fine? Last we heard you name was on the list… Hey Jackie, aren’t you going to say anything?”--Bulkhead

Buddy freezes a bit looking at Wheeljack in front of them.

They both just look at each other.

One with more shock and the other with a more neutral face.

Buddy straightens their back struts more.

“Wheeljack… it looks like you’re in good health.”--Buddy

Wheeljack snaps out of it and begins running to Buddy.

Buddy instinctively slams him with their shield knocking him back a few feet away.

“OW! What was that for?”--Wheeljack

Buddy narrows their optics at him coldly.

“As instinctual as that was, I don’t regret it. You deserve more for what you put me through.”--Buddy

“Hey, Buddy, what’s your deal with Wheeljack!”—Miko

Bulkhead gently grabs Miko close to his chassis.

“Umm… Miko I think you better leave them to it…”--Bulkhead

Buddy walks over to Magnus.

“Sir. Permission to resume my position?”--Buddy

“We will discuss it with Prime.”--Magnus

“Optimus is here. I missed so much…”--Buddy

Magnus and Buddy begin walking to the groundbrigde, Wheeljack sulking right behind them and Bulkhead holding Miko.

“Is Buddy, like, his ex or something?”--Miko

“No, Buddy’s Wheeljack’s younger sibling and Magnus’s Second in Command. They had a bit of a falling out from what I heard around before Jackie left.”--Bulkhead

“Buddy…and Wheeljack… are related?”--Miko

Bulkhead shakes his helm a bit.

“Don’t try to connect the dots on this one. No one knows how their related.”--Bulkhead

[softxsuki]

Hallo~ I’m not sure if urgent requests are even open~

But, uhm. Could you please write Kyojuro fluff and comfort abt gro*ming? It’s been something I’ve struggled with for a few years by now. While it wasn’t anything too bad, it was still traumatizing. I was often talked about inappropriate subjects online and was vented to by the person. I feel kinda dirty and shit.

anyways, uhm. If you’re not open for urgent requests, then take your time :). Thank you so much!! Love your works <33

Rengoku Comforts Reader Who Has Been Gr**med

Please don't read if mentions of gr**ming is more triggering for you than comforting please! I don't go into detail with it, but please proceed with caution!

| Pairing: Rengoku x Gn!Reader (PLATONIC) | Genre: Comfort | Post-Type: Headcanon | Word Count: 470 |

Warning: Very brief mentions of gr**ming, mentions of an older man talking inappropriately to someone under age, trauma

Note: Hi DB! Sorry for the wait. It's always a struggle for me to jump back into my writing after not writing for a while. I also don't think I've written much for Rengoku as a whole, so I'm pretty rusty still. Regardless, I hope this provides you with even a drop of comfort after going though this kind of situation. I made it platonic since I wasn't sure what you wanted with that, and I also tried to make it fit the DS universe rather than modern time, it's just how I prefer to write for DS, so I hope that's okay! Thank you for your support <3 Hope you enjoy!

Rengoku:

Kyojuro is an upstanding man who looks to protect those under him

So when he found out about your situation in receiving letters from a man who was older than you–too old for you, he took action quickly

He could immediately sense what was wrong with the picture, an older man having inappropriate conversations with you, who was much younger, as if it was normal…

Many questions formed in his head. How did you get in this situation? Had you realized right away what was going on or did it start to feel wrong over time? Who was this guy anyway?

Seeing how shaken you looked speaking to him about it, Kyojuro took you in his arms in a tight hug, his warmth immediately consuming you

You were his student, someone he had sworn to protect and teach–how could he have not noticed this was happening?

He’s already looking for ways to track this man down to give him a stern talking to and making sure he doesn’t do this with anyone else, hoping to put a stop to it before the man decides to take things even further next time

“You’re okay. It’s unfortunate someone of his age has resorted to such gross techniques in conversing so graphically to someone under the age of consent,” he says with a sigh, gently patting your back as he continues to hug you.

“This isn’t your fault, Y/N. I failed as your superior to notice something was going on. I should have been more vigilant so you didn’t have to experience something like this. I will find him and ensure justice is restored. He’ll be locked away and known as an outcast in his village. This I vow to you.”

He’d pull away from the hug and glance at you with a smile, patting your head gently

As the man of justice that he is, just know he will track this guy down and make him pay for traumatizing you

From that moment forward, he’s more aware of the letters you receive, hoping it’s just from your family, or friends who were your age and you knew

Kyojuro becomes your support through the days moving forward, continuously reassuring you that you did nothing wrong and it was only the man’s fault for targeting someone who couldn’t tell what he was doing was inappropriate

Tells you countless times that you aren't dirty or ruined, you're still you, his precious student; his view on you has remained entirely that same

He does a great job at keeping your mind off it though. Taking you on strolls through nearby villages where he introduces you to some people closer to your age that you’d make great friends with, as well as being his joyful self

He makes you feel safe and secure, the light of his flame surrounding you almost as a shield, ready to burn anyone that even thinks about hurting you physically or mentally ever again

You’re in VERY capable, warm hands

Posted: 7/8/2024

[harrywavycurly]

How does Gareth handle Eddie coming over while he’s hanging out with Cheer?? Does he get jealous because he knows she and Eddie have a thing?🥺

Hiii lovey!! I’ll give you a little conversation between Cheerleader and Gareth and it’ll answer these questions! I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Secret Rendezvous here✨

“Wait he’s…on his way over here…right now?” “Yeah he said he wanted to hang out…” “Okay then…he’ll probably bring his guitar so maybe he’ll play for you.” “He plays the guitar?” “Yeah he’s like the lead of our uhm…band it’s called Corroded Coffin.” “That makes so much sense.” “What does?” “That he plays the guitar.” “Uh…why does that make sense?” “He’s really good with his fing-” “forget I asked! I don’t…yeah that’s…I don’t need to know about that…” “sorry…so is this okay? I can call him and tell him to fuck off and go home if you want.” “Yeah it’s fine I just….I just don’t like how he talks to you sometimes that’s all but…maybe he’s trying to change?” “I’d say he’s trying to do something because…he said he watched my practice the other day.” “Eddie Munson watched a cheerleading practice?” “That’s what he said…maybe he’s full of shit?” “No…he doesn’t lie about stuff like that.” “Oh so what does he lie about?” “Uhm…nothing.” “Whatever you say…oh I’m almost done adding this patch to your jacket and if you make me add another one I’m going to start charging you.” “Thanks…I’m shitty as sewing.” “You’re welcome…thanks for letting me vent to you about everything…you’re a great friend and Eddie should be lucky he has you around because if I were you I would’ve punched him in the face a long time ago.” “He’s not that bad…you just have to get to know him that’s all…but you’re uh a great friend too…I like hanging out with you.” “You like it so much you’ll come to this party with me tomorrow night?” “Why me? Ask Eddie he’s the party type.” “You know why I can’t ask Eddie…please come with so I don’t have to go alone.” “Fine but I’m…not dancing or anything.” “Deal…no dancing.” “I hear his van…now just please don’t do anything gross on my couch okay? My mom sits there.” “Don’t be annoying you know I’d never disrespect your couch like that…besides he knows this isn’t that kinda hang out…” “and he still agreed to come over?” “Yeah…that’s weird right?” “No it’s not weird it’s just…like you two are friends that’s all.” “Yeah and that is fucking weird because we aren’t.” “Let’s just see how it goes…be nice…please.” “Me? I’m always nice…” “right….”

[misc-obeyme]

Hey! Could I ask for a breaking-4th-wall kind of drabble with Solomon? In my heart I refuse to believe the boys aren’t real; they’re just in another world 💔 idk if thats denial or what but yeah lmao

something comfort or fluff would be nice ^^ even though just seeing Sol always makes me smile it’s a double edged sword and I then think back to how he ‘isn’t real’

(It’s kinda sad I can’t marry that man though…? It was love at first sight in OG game and people think Solomon’s down bad, I’m hella clingy when it comes to close relationships though ☠️ )

(Also random but as kind of a vent the kind of person best for Solomon would be someone who can heal his inner child, yeah? Problem is my inner child is also broken from emotional abuse lol, my issues would not help. I’m not good for him fr)

Hi there, anon!

Let me begin by saying that you are definitely good for Solomon. In fact, I would argue that you would understand him better because of your own issues. You know how it feels, you can relate to him in a way that someone else wouldn't be able to. And I think there's something extremely healing about having someone else to figure it out with. Why can't you and Solomon heal your inner children together?

As for the request, I hope this is what you're looking for! I definitely took the fourth wall breaking idea and ran with that!

You're sitting in your house on your phone, looking at Solomon on the home screen of your Obey Me account. You tap on his sprite and he smiles at you.

"Hm? What is it?" the dialogue says.

"I want you to be real," you say, knowing he can't hear you. "I want to touch you for real."

You sigh, turning off your phone and going about your evening. An hour or so passes and you're now focused on something else entirely when the doorbell rings.

It's odd. You weren't expecting company.

You answer the door and nearly faint from shock.

Solomon laughs gently at the look on your face. "Hi, MC. You wanted to see me?"

You stare at him with your mouth open. "What- I don't- How are you…? How are you here?"

"I'm a sorcerer, MC," he says. "With the right spell, I can make anything happen."

You're a little confused, but is it really worth asking any more questions? He's here and he looks solid. He looks real.

Solomon seems to understand your uncertainty. He reaches out a hand toward you. "I promise it's really me," he says. "Won't you let me show you?"

You couldn't have refused even if you wanted to. You didn't take the time to think about it, just immediately put your hand in his.

Solomon tugs on your hand and pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. The world spins and you're being teleported to a new location.

You gasp when you find yourself looking out at a familiar view. The Devildom stretches out below you, RAD's great structure in the distance, the sparkling city lights next to an elaborately detailed fence. You're standing on a cobblestone street with Solomon's arms around you. The sky is dark, but it always is, here in the Devildom.

"Did you think it wasn't real?" Solomon asks. "Did you think I haven't already fallen for you?"

You clutch at him because this is all so unexpected. "Yes," you admit. How could you have possibly thought otherwise?

Solomon laughs, but it's soft, like he can't help it because you're so cute. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have come for you sooner. Do you want to stay? For a little while?"

You throw your arms around his neck. "Yes!" you cry. And there are tears on your face because you're somehow here, with him.

Solomon kisses away your tears. You melt in his arms as he does. He gives you a questioning look, as if he's not sure how far he can go.

You let him know by kissing him. Solomon's embrace tightens around you. You can feel his heart beating against yours - rapid, like he's also overwhelmed by this impossible moment.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[emmitaaa4]

Getting exponentially tired of the “elriels want 👹” posts in the elain tags where they proceed to either A) outright invent stuff B) act holier than thou about how they care so much for Elain because they C) misconstrue the little they hear from our side in bad faith, or D) just completely miss the point they’re addressing.

it’s one thing to be bitter about a ship, but geez theyre getting mad at generalizations they made up about what we think. it has to be tiring. non?

small rant beneath, just to vent. yes i know i can (& should) block certain tags, but reading frustrating content is a hobby of sorts.

Im genuinely convinced all these “ewriel”-myths they keep talking about are a result of a bad game of telephone—they hear a random thing a gwynriel says, go “they’re all stupid/delusional/immature (insult of choice) so i don’t doubt what you’re saying”, then repeat it to others.

It’s obvious by the way they wholeheartedly believe that Elain is our puritanical-warrior-self-insert we use to vicariously F Azriel (😃✋). Doesn’t help that they usually don’t look as deeply into Elain as we do & tend to get stuck on obviously superficial statements about her: they cannot seem to fathom an Elain that isn’t just a once-bright socialite wilting away sans her sun-mate. So any hint of darkness/savviness we see in her is just us moulding her into Y/N. sigh

anyways.

I can say i’ve read their posts on here, a ton prior to being involved and some now. I’ve seen their tiktoks & video essays, their powerpoints & reddit posts. i’ve seen their comments all over insta/tiktok (kinda hard to miss, they jump on elriel content with their “um shadows and um pliable bones and mates!!” comments). I am WELL aware of what the general consensus is on that side—which is why I am generally unbothered by GA, don’t mind EL, and am just peacefully sailing aboard my ship waiting for it to reach destination.

And because I care about Elain’s journey, I try to see the story the way they do when i encounter certain elucien arguments. For if i am to even just privately engage in the sHip wArs, i know to remain ✨critical✨ and ✨open minded✨.

… there’s no point turning discussions into angry posts against imaginary adversaries.

EVERY elriel i’ve talked to would read an elucien book because it is Elain’s story we are most anticipating. It’s just very telling to me that very few would do the same; that there’s not a whiff of willingness from most of them to listen to the other side.

The funny thing is that all those anti eWrieL posts** i’ve read tend to address twisted versions of “the elriel narrative.” They take things out of context, or say we have the same 3 arguments—which is genuinely insane bc if you know our ship so well, how can you be off by like 2 orders of magnitude ??? (exaggerating if it wasn’t clear, we can’t know these days).

** Their pro GA content reads very anti-Az, used to be very anti-elain, and has a narrow scope ngl. While the bonus matters, it seems like that is ALL they’ve read. They don’t think much about Elain’s journey or powers or decisions, which is just logically not the best way to analyze the series given she IS what’s to come.

✨Just some common myths they believe✨:

they repeatedly claim that elriels want poor elain to be a kickass warrior torturer to fit Az because they A) don’t actually read our stuff B) enjoy thinking we hate elain, and C) can’t fanthom that spying isn’t 007 ninja activities.

apparently we ship elriel because we think they have this big great romance OFF PAGE 😭. how in the hell— i’ll make a post on this one istg it’s lowkey funny. quick, were nessian strangers and unfeeling towards each other at the start of SF ???? damnit i must’ve missed that.

En tout cas. End of rant the rest stays in the drafts lmao.

but istg one day i’ll cave in and unleash the essays of rebuttals and psychoanalyses of their arguments / thought processes just for shit and giggles.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Wrong Number

1 Series. 7 Works.

Anonymous asked: Do you guys have any Wrong Number fics? Just finished reading Bluebird and wanted more of that trope!

Bluebird by EtherealBeing ( E | 53,108 | 7/7 )

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn’t enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

The Great Katsuki Bakugou Textmergency by brichibi ( T | 6,559 | 1/1 )

All right. Fine. Katsuki Bakugou loves Izuku Midoriya. The first step is texting that information to best bud Eijirou Kirishima. The second step is to accidentally send the love confession to that Stupid Deku. The third step is to PANIC and dial “squad” for immediate backup.

[Series] Wrong Numbers and Complicated Feelings by LoveGeek15 ( T | 32,325 | 2 Works | Complete )

It’s perfectly dark in Izuku’s room; not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through these seals. The only light that shone in his abyss, despite it being three in the afternoon, was his computer —

'make sure you eat lunch idiot'

— and the above message that was displayed from the newest and strangest number in his phone.

(Izuku answers a spam call that ends up being more than just a number on his phone.)

Not Her Number by vintige ( Not Rated | 3,708 | 1/1 )

a wrong number. weird conversations. and katsudon withdrawal. and Christmas lights. what could go wrong?

or Midoriya Izuku misdials Ochako's number and ends up making a new friend (or something more!) just in time for Christmas

[Abandoned] Payphone by flowercafe ( M | 5,433+ | 3/? )

Izuku’s in trouble — like, SOS trouble. Lucky for him, he’s one phone call away from salvation. Hopefully his trembling fingers dial the right number, because it would really suck if he accidentally called a stranger right now.

or

The “I was walking home alone in the middle of the night and someone started following me so I ran into this phone booth with a lock on the door to call for help, but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and I don’t even know who you are but please help me" au — ft. a Quirkless Izuku whose misdial connects him to the personal cell line of pro hero Ground Zero.

[Abandoned] Who are you texting? by chetrambles ( T | 5,024+ | 2/5 )

Midoriya accidentally texts the wrong number, but instead of not texting it again, he kinda- does. His faceless friend slots into his life like he was always meant to be in it, though his friends are more than wary about the situation.

Bakugou had not expected anything more than annoyance from the idiot who couldn't remember his friends number, so he was as surprised as all of his friends when the nerd starts growing on him.

What happens when the lines of friendship become blurred?

[Abandoned] Kiss Me Through the Phone by dynyamight ( T | 7,759+ | 3/15 )

“You got all that, right?” Shinsou asks, readjusting his backpack on his shoulders. Midoriya hums absentmindedly. He’s still quickly jotting down the last few digits onto his planner. “And, you said tomorrow, around 7:00? At the library?” “Yeah,” Shinsou shrugs, “Or anytime really. The deadline isn’t until next month, you know.” “I kinda just want to get it done, as soon as possible.” Shinsou breathes out a snort. “Figured you’d say that much. Just make sure you got my number. Repeat it, if you need to.”

Midoriya should have done exactly that. Unbeknownst to him, Bakugou's phone number was just one digit off Shinsou's.

hang each night in rapture by Radiant_Allomancer ( E | 1,698+ | 1/? )

ooo somebody’s getting *defensive* I’m getting such an interesting picture of you already -angry hedgehog -foot fetish -daddy kink -will send threatening messages to friends and strangers out-of-the-blue -has the vocabulary of a middle schooler

shut the fuck up oh my god do you ever stop talking

do you know any other curse words besides fuck??

a bkdk wrong number AU

To see the original 2019 post, click here.

[berylcups]

Pervert Alert! Perv!Ghiaccio x Reader

MINORS DNI

CW: OOC, Sub-ish Ghia, creepy behavior, perv behavior, somnophilia, titties, food, phone sex(one sided), temp play,

Notes: it’s finally complete!!! I had so much IRL work to do it messed with my FUN work 😩 Ghia is kinda OOC because I wanted to make him a bit of a subby bitch. 😈 he deserves to be a whiny bottom sometimes…as a treat. Now I have an ask that’s brewing in my inbox that I need to work on next! So if you happen to be reading this don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you! I’m going to be whipping up something very soon! Until then- I hope you all enjoy~ 💜 Beryl

Y/N was unusual, you were basically the squad's emotional support. Anything they had an issue with they would come to you and get some of your advice, or just to vent. Mostly it was just venting. Many of these men were too headstrong, stubborn, or just straight up vain to take actual advice. It’s unknown how Y/N has this much patience… especially with Ghiaccio. All he does is stomp around and yell about whatever is bothering him. Yet, you give him your full attention. Ghiaccio lately has been complaining more and more… he doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Y/N. Only Y/N knows what he’s talking about. It’s like he’s finding excuses to be around Y/N. Sometimes he doesn’t even have a reason for complaining. He’s just “pissed off”.

“I swear I was gonna lose my fucking my mind when that dumb bitch said CaN i GeT a ChIcKeN pArM? Just say chicken parmigiana! You sound like an idiot! Don’t take the Italian language and butcher it by shortening words! And for fucks sake! Chicken parmigiana isn’t a real Italian dish! Get Eggplant parmigiana! Ugh! I HATE English speaking tourists!” He paced around the room getting animated with his hands. “Don’t they piss you off too???” He asked.

“I understand you are frustrated Ghia. But they’re just tourists, they’re not going to be here forever. And I do get annoyed when foreigners think all my people eat is (stereotyped restaurant). But They’re not doing it out of malice. They just don’t know any better.” Y/N reasoned.

“I know that. But it still annoys me. All I’m saying is if you’re going to visit a foreign country the very least you could do is learn a little bit of our language.” He started to calm down. “You are a foreigner and your Italian isn’t perfect but it’s proficient! I can understand you most of the time!” He complimented you to the best of his ability.

His shitty attempt to compliment you made you giggle. “Aww thanks Ghia. You know I try my hardest.”

“Uh…no problem.” He broke eye contact out of sheepishness. “Thanks for listening to me again. I feel much better now.” He adjusted his glasses from sliding off his nose.

“No problem at all~. You know where I am when you need me.” You beamed.

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You didn’t really notice at first… Ghiaccio is downright obsessed with you. You just thought you gained his trust enough to have a healthy friendship with him. But he’s watching you like a hawk and always wanting to spend time with you. The poor guy has no clue how to tell you how much he likes you…or how much he wants to be on top of you.

Whenever you're eating he’s low key watching. Especially if it’s a dessert. He's secretly losing his shit seeing your plump lips wrap around a cannoli. As you bite into it some of the filling falls onto your chest.

“Mmm…”you moaned, savoring the sweet pastry cream in your mouth. “I could eat several of these!” You said licking your lips.

“Yeah… cannolis are great once in a while, but I’m not big on sweets.” He muttered looking at the white cream on your chest. His face was as red as his glasses, the sight was filling his head full of lewd thoughts.

“Oh for fucks sake…Don’t think about licking their chest- don’t think about licking their chest- don’t think about licking their chest” he kept repeating inside his head. He adjusted his sitting position to hide his raging hard on.

“Oh you sure you don’t wanna bite then?” You asked.”hmm? What’s wrong Ghia? Do you have a fever?”you looked down to the same area he was staring down at.

“Ah! So messy! I’m gonna have to change and clean this shirt quickly so it doesn’t stain!” You say frantically as you take a napkin and wiping the food off your shirt.

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No matter your size it’s healthy to engage in some physical activity, especially as an assassin. Who knows if your stand effective against the target or not? So you do some cardio every few days. You tend to get embarrassed when you’re sweating bullets and huffing and puffing your way on the treadmill down stairs. It’s embarrassing that you’re getting winded that easily but exercising is no fun to do all by yourself. Thankfully Ghiaccio is the athletic type and likes to stay in shape so he’s there to help you out with your workout routine.

Watching you pant and sweat as you run on the treadmill makes it impossible for him to focus on his own routine. Watching your chest bounce up and down and seeing your ass in those tight shorts are driving him nuts. He just wants to grab you and fuck up against the wall but he has to restrain himself. You two are just friends. You have no idea how hard he’s into you!

He definitely steals your sweat soaked shorts after you put them in the dirty clothes hamper to go shower afterwards. He cannot decide what to do with them first- smell them while he masturbates or use the soft material to jerk his cock off with. Maybe if he had a 2nd piece of clothing like a pair of panties he wouldn’t have to be in this position.

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He likes to call often especially if he’s on a mission and he can’t talk to you face to face. He likes to exercise while he’s talking or…that’s what he says he’s doing. You sure wish you could talk and take a run too! He does ask some odd questions sometimes.

“You make your own clothes right? Have you ever thought about making your own underwear?” He panted. It sounds like he’s really working out hard!

“Yeah I do! Uh I tried making my own bra and panties but I can’t seem to get the measurements right. The panties are always too small and give me intense wedgies.” You explained.

“Oh fuck… front or back? Tell me.” He asked, almost sounding like a demand.

“Both! It was so uncomfortable! It pinches the most sensitive parts!”you whined. “I’m never doing that again. I’m just gonna buy my underwear for now on!”

“Yeah? So what are you wearing right now? I mean-uh…you always know how to dress nice.” He tried to hide his intentions from the question.

“Hehe~aw thanks. I always try to look my best! I just put on my jammies. It’s just a breezy tank and some rainbow sleep shorts. Its warm out tonight so I think I’m just gonna sleep with my sheet instead of my duvet.”

“Augh~Fuck-!”he grunted hard.

“Ghia??? Are you okay?” You asked with worry.

“I’m fine-I uh…just got a leg cramp! I’ll call you back!” He quickly hung up.

“Was he really exercising? It almost sounded like something …else.” You speculated. “Nooo he wouldn’t do that.”

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He likes driving with his hood down. Seeing the wind tousle your hair around makes it look messy and it makes him feral. Even if it’s not that hot outside he blasts the AC to make you shiver.

“Ghia~! It’s too cold!” You whined. Goose bumps were forming across your exposed skin. “ can’t you turn down the AC just a bit?”

“My car, my rules.” He chuckled. “ besides… you shouldn’t have worn something so skimpy today. You won’t be cold if you dress a bit more modestly.”

You pouted and gave a raspberry. “ pfft! You’re mean ~! I dress nicely thank you very much.” You folded your arms as you pouted.

He just smirked and chuckled . “ Who said I was ever a nice guy, hmm?” He looked over at your chest as your nipples pebbled over from the cold and could be seen through your shirt.

“Yes but you’re nice to me!” You whined. “Right now you’re just plain rude!” You huffed.

Seeing you shivering and getting worked up was really cute. If he wasn’t driving he’d have to fight off the urge to kiss you right now.

“Well this rude guy is driving you in his own car to the shopping plaza so you can go buy more shoes.” He replied .

“Okay okay-I take it back. Ghiaccio you’re a real sweetheart for doing this for me.” You sighed in defeat. He was right and you didn’t like being wrong but you knew when to throw in the towel.

“Heh. That’s what I thought. “ he said smugly.

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It’s been a few months now…he’s getting pretty impatient. Oh how he wishes you’d pick up on his cues that he wants you to be his!

But he isn’t good at socializing either. He hates the possibility of you rejecting him and only seeing him as a friend. Melone doesn’t understand his dilemma. He gets rejected all the time! Just make your move and show Y/N you mean business!

Illuso being the nosey bastard that he is told you that about Ghiaccios obsession about you. You didn’t believe him. He’s always trying to start shit! But… he always wants to talk to you, hang out with you, call you and do god knows what…Maybe Illuso is right? Best to not mention anything to him about it, you know how easily heated Ghiaccio gets over things. You could only imagine how upset he’d get if you’d confront him about his behavior.

It was another hot summer night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and a tank. You were laying on your back with your limbs splayed out trying to cool down with your loud box fan. You finally fell into a light dreamless sleep.

He opened the door to your room to talk to you but you were in bed asleep. He watched your chest rise and fall as you softly snored. The cool air from the fan made your nipples harden through your tank. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and quietly approached you and gently groped the soft flesh over your clothes. He wanted to do this for so long.

“Mmmph…”you softly moaned in your sleep.

He felt his cock straining painfully in his pants, he unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock out to stroke it. He snaked his other hand under your shirt and groped harder and rubbed his thumb over your hard nipple.

You panted softly in your sleep. He was getting too lost in his pleasure to realize that this was slowly waking you back up.

“Haaah…” you whimpered as you slowly woke up to see a dark figures outline being illuminated by the tv hunched over you grabbing your breast.

“(Stand Name)!” You panicked as you called out your stand and flipped them over and now you were on top of them.

You squinted in the dark to see a familiar face, it was Ghiaccio. “Hey hey hey-don’t bring your stand into this!“ he panicked. He knew that his stand could protect himself but he didn’t want to accidentally freeze you.

You didn’t budge an inch, but you dismissed your stand. You really liked him but were taken back by his bold actions. “Ghia I never knew you had it in you to do something like this…”

“Ghia is a little perv~” You gave a wicked smile. “You couldn’t think of any other way to get my attention?” You giggled.

“Uh not really…” He was taken back by your reaction. “Wait. Aren’t you mad???”

“No, not really. I find it kinda endearing. Although I wish you didn’t take my bike shorts…they’re probably covered in cum.” You confessed. “What should I do to punish a little pervert like you? I’d expect this from Melone but you? The guys aren’t going to believe me~.” You teased.

“Y/N you better not tell a damn soul or I swear I’ll freeze your tits off.” He warned.

You grinded your clothed crotch on his cock and he groaned in response. “ You really want to say such mean things to me when I can make you feel this good?”

“Ok-no I don’t. I’m sorry.” He panted. “Please Y/N do that again.” He switched his attitude completely after feeling your warm covered cunt on his aching cock.

Your cunt was soaking through your panties as you grinded up on his cock. “You enjoying yourself?” You panted.

“I need you… please let me fuck you.” He whimpered.

“Not yet~. Let me play with you for a little bit and then we can fuck.” You purred while taking off your tank.

“Now…Give me a kiss” you demanded.

You straddled him as you leaned down to kiss him deeply. You knew this was probably the only time you’d ever see him subbing for you so you weren’t going to let any of this time go to waste.

You gave him a series of sloppy open mouth kisses before letting him slip his tongue inside and explore your mouth. He kept his hands busy by squeezing on your ass. You sucked gently on his tongue as you combed this hair with the hand that wasn’t holding you up. He groaned into the kiss and reluctantly pulled away to get fresh air leaving a string of saliva connecting you two.

You licked the drool off his chin and kissed one more time as you got off of him to remove your soaked panties and tossed them to the side.

You crawled back on top of him and lined up his cock with your cunt. You gently teased him by rubbing his aching cock with the entrance of wet hole just barely putting it in. He grit his teeth in frustration and tried so hard not to just grab you and impale you on his cock.

“Don’t play games with me Y/N” he begged. “I’ve been good, please fuck me already!”

“Hehe~ ok ok. But you look so cute when you’re desperate.” You teased.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. You winced from the sting of being filled out more than you're used to. This was nothing like your toys. You raised your hips and back to a slow even rhythm allowing your pain gently fade into pleasure.

“Oh fuck…your tight.” He groaned.

You became accustomed to his size and bounced up and down on his cock.

“Fuck…” he threw his head back and panted hard.

“Ghia ~! “ you whined as bounced.

He watched your lewd expression, the bounce of your tits, and the softness of your rolls and it drove him over the edge.

In one swift motion he flipped you onto your back and grabbed you by your thighs and started fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah Ghia~!” You squealed out of surprise.

“I’m sorry I can’t hold myself back anymore Y/N.” He panted into your ear.

He fucked at a fast and brutal pace nearly overstimulating you. He kissed and nibbled on your neck leaving marks to make the others know that you are HIS now and nobody else’s.

“Y/N… Y/N… fuck I can’t get enough of you. Don’t ever leave my side. I will go crazy without you or this pussy! I gotta have you every night like this-you have no choice. You're my personal cum slut!” He mindlessly babbled in pure ecstasy.

“I’m all yours Ghia~!” You mewled.

“That’s right- you're mine.” He rubbed circles into your clit. “Cum with me.” You felt his cock twitch inside and release his warm seed inside you leading you to your own release.

“I’m gonna cum~! Ghia~ah!” You felt a warmth in your belly and your legs spasming. The knot in your stomach snapped and the warmth filled your entire body, you reached orgasm.

He let go and rolled over next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“What an interesting turn of events.”you giggled and you nuzzled into his embrace.

“Yeah…I’m sorry I didn’t do this the…right way to win you over.” He apologized out of breath.

“It’s okay~. It will be a funny story to tell our kids one day.” You teased.

“Kids?! We cant have that! I mean-it wouldn’t bother me-but we’re both hitmen-and-“he panicked.

“I’m just kidding!”you cut him off. “But… I will need the morning after pill since you nutted in me.” You said.

“You know the term ‘nutting’…I get it because we call testicles nuts but-“ he gets cut off to the door slamming wide open to reveal a fuming Prosciutto in his silk pajamas.

“Do you two have ANY IDEA what time it is?!” Prosciutto barked.

“Pesci can’t get any sleep and won’t stop bothering me and I can’t sleep either! The ENTIRE BASE can hear you two fucking like animals! If you must do the deed, do so QUIETLY or go get a hotel room!” He scolded.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do you old fuck!” Ghiaccio gets up pants around his ankles and has a screaming match with Prosciutto.

Nobody in the building is getting any sleep tonight…

[sadhours]

Billy and Steve kinda drunk at Tina’s stupid party, decide to smoke a j together and end up jerking each other off because you know, they’re not gay and anything more would just be too gay 😉

I really fucking love these two, thank you for this request.

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, they uh jerk each other off, it’s not gay I swear, drug and alcohol use

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“She said I’m bullshit,” Steve mumbles, “That we’re bullshit.”

Why the fuck he’s saying this to the new guy who stalked up to him with his chest puffed as their first interaction, he isn’t sure. But it’s been a few hours since Nancy basically broke up with him and left with Byers. And Steve was just gonna go home. He hadn’t drank before then, planned on staying relatively sober for the night but that went out the window when he passed a bottle of vodka on his way out. Drank about half of it before he stumbled downstairs in the basement and found who other than Billy Hargrove, Hawkins new Keg King as the fucks he used to call his friends gloated about seconds after Hargrove took the record out from under Steve.

Hargrove was by himself. Sat on the couch Tina’s mother decided was out of fashion and retired to the finished basement. Looks like it’s mostly meant for storage. Loads of boxes. Steve was coming down here to be alone. Get a second to breathe. Asked Billy what the hell he was down here for and turns out, for the same thing. Then he held up a rather fat joint and asked King Steve to join him.

Half a joint and the rest of the vodka bottle later, Steve’s venting to the new King Asshole.

“Girls’ are bullshit,” Billy says with a strained voice, holding the skunky weed smoke in his lungs. Exhales. Looks cool and it annoys Steve, cause he used to care about looking cool and he wishes that didn’t change. At least he didn’t hurt inside this much then. Billy passes the joint back, “They’re only good for one thing and honestly, they ain’t that fucking super at that either.”

Steve’s inclined to agree, mostly out of hurt. Maybe shit would’ve been easier for him if he did to Nancy what he’s done to all the other girls he’s been with. Unfortunately, he liked her.

“She wasn’t,” he huffs, “I mean— Nancy’s great.”

Billy snorts, leans back and wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders. He smells like some musky cologne, beer and cigarettes. But Steve kind of likes looking at him and he’s not sure why.

“Bitch dumped you,” Billy whispers, leaning close to Steve like this is some big secret, “You’re allowed to be mad at her. Granted, I don’t know what the fuck you did but King Steve, you’re a senior in high school. Bitches come and go.”

Steve huffs again and sits back, ‘cause he can’t argue without explaining a whole bunch of weird, confusing shit he doesn’t even completely understand himself to a complete stranger. He rubs his palms against his eyes, wants them to stop stinging. Billy’s being nice now but again, he’s a stranger. And if Tommy’s clinging to him like a stubborn barnacle, he’s probably not all that kind. There was something in his eyes when he stared Steve down earlier that was scary. Because Steve didn’t understand it. If he wanted to kick Steve’s ass, he could’ve but he didn’t. Just stared at him like he wanted something out Steve but Steve still can’t figure out what.

“Sorry— I shouldn’t be whining about this shit to you,” Steve laughs, awkwardly, “I don’t even know you.”

“But I know you,” Billy replies with a smirk.

“Y-you do?” Steve looks back to Billy with hesitation, perhaps even a little fearful.

Billy nods slowly, lips pursed with the joint hanging from them. Plucks the paper from his lips and passes it back to Steve as he says, “You’re all these boring fucks care about. King Steve is the only thing they can talk about. Barely been here but I know all about you.”

Steve likes this fact but he also feels guilty that he likes that, because he isn’t supposed to care about the whole popularity thing anymore. He even blushes hearing it, shakes his head and takes the joint. Takes a small pull and passes it back because he’s already too stoned and school’s gonna be hell tomorrow.

“Yikes,” he says and Billy laughs, cruel and deep in his belly and it makes Steve feel uneasy. But he likes sitting on this couch down here, hidden behind stacks of boxes. Labeled things like XMAS DECORATIONS and TINA’S SUMMER CLOTHES.

“They like you still,” Billy whispers, smoothes his fingers down the back of Steve’s neck. Gives him chills but he doesn’t move.

“Wanna forget about her?” Billy asks then, “Just for right now?”

“Yes,” Steve chokes out in spite of how his brain’s firing off about how this is weird and he should be getting home. But mom and dad are out of town again. And he does wanna forget about Nancy. Wants to get this hurt out of his chest.

Billy’s hand drops to Steve’s lap, he pulls another drag from the joint and exhales the smoke in Steve’s face. His hands barely moving but Steve can feel it. And maybe it’s the smoke making his head feel all fuzzy and his body feel all warm. His dick’s getting hard. Because Billy Hargrove is feeling him up over his Levi’s.

His palm pushes a little harder on Steve’s crotch, his eyes look straight ahead as he finishes off the joint. Pinches the cherry between his fingers before he tosses it to the floor. Steve watches it and then looks straight ahead like Billy does. Next, Billy grabs Steve’s wrist and pulls his hand to Billy’s tight jeans. Drops it in his lap. And Steve’s filled with a curiosity he’s never felt before. He starts rubbing Billy’s crotch. He kind of wants to look at Billy’s face but he’s scared to. Keeps his eyes trained on a rolled up rug in the corner of the room.

The pressure of Billy’s palm on his cock feels nice. It’s easy to focus on it. Weed’s always made Steve a little frisky. Everything just feels hotter. Kissing feels better, eating pussy is funner and it makes his cock like, a million times more sensitive. So he’s fully torqued in his jeans. Feels like Billy is too. Which weirdly enough, turns Steve on even more and his hips kind of roll up into Billy’s touch. And it has to be the weed that makes Steve whine. He’s trying to ignore that it’s Billy’s hand on him but he can’t, really. Gives himself a moment to glance down at his hand on Billy’s lap and finds that Billy has some pretty seriously defined abs. And it’s real weird that he likes them. Definitely the weed.

Soon enough, Billy’s unbuttoning Steve’s jeans and Steve moves to help get them down his thighs, along with his underwear. His cock pops out, bounces and hangs. Billy’s also pulling his pants and underwear down and then he’s spitting on his hand and wrapping his fingers around Steve’s cock.

Steve whimpers from the wet touch, eyes rolling back in his head as his hips stutter up. Billy’s voice is quiet and strained when he asks, “Thinking about her?”

“No,” Steve confesses, looks down at where Billy’s languidly stroking him and it’s odd seeing another man’s hand wrapped around his cock. Not odd enough to stop this, though. He returns the favor, spits a glob of saliva into his palm and smears it over Billy’s thick cock. Squeezes at the base, curls his hand on the upstroke. Billy lets out a sweet, breathy noise that Steve likes a lot. Different than a girls’ moan but just as pretty, he thinks.

Steve gasps when Billy squeezes his cock a little tighter and speeds up his strokes. Quick and firm. Steve mirrors it with his own hand on Billy. Steve stares down at his own crotch, Billy does the same. The pair of ‘em gasping and moaning softly. Steve comes first, a mess on his thighs and Billy’s fist. And the blonde strokes him through it. Steve’s whimpering and it’s pretty damn pathetic the way his hips cant up in the air. Billy’s following suit soon after, jerking his hips up as he fucks Steve’s fist.

The boys sit back, hands loose around softening dicks as they pant. Steve looks down at the mess in his lap, not sure how to clean it. He glances around the room but there’s not much in here. Just the couch and boxes. So Steve leans forward, shucks off his blazer and uses that to soak up the cooling cum on his thighs and hand. Hands to Billy before pulling up his briefs and pants. And this whole interaction has sobered him up. The realization that he and the new guy have just jerked each other off in Tina’s fucking basement hits him hard and Steve needs to leave. So he does. Without a word to the guy.

Worst part, at basketball practice the next day. Both of them wildly hungover. Billy crowds behind Steve and says, “Harrington, right? Heard you used to run this school, that true?” like he didn’t just jerk him off the night before.

[scooburst]

So here’s everything you need to know about the current situation.

My whole phone is on lockdown. I’ve been told when it finally comes back, I’ll have to delete tumblr and discord. Hopefully I can use the website and get around it. My parents are looking at blocking it on my computer as well. I don’t think they can, but thier also monitoring it so I’ll have to be very careful. I have five minutes after 7:00 AM EST to be here before it’s over. Throughout the day, I will be on for one minute twice (two one minute sessions) just to check in. From there I might be able to answer one or two asks and quickly peak at my notifications. I’ll say in the mornings a few things; what happened yesterday, updates on the situation, and if I’m okay. That will be all I’ll be able to post. Sometimes if I have it at night, I’ll come on just to say goodnight or answer a few more asks. But again, it’s only a minute. I’m trying my best to stay calm for this but it’s not going great.

What exactly happened is a bit more complicated. I’ll recount it for you all just so it’s understandable. My parents at some point looked over my computer, which was logged into tumblr and discord, and decided I was talking to complete strangers and being dangerous. Yes I was talking to people online but I was being safe, and I don’t think they’d listen to that. But that isn’t exactly stopping me from talking to those “strangers”. I don’t think my parents really even see you people as humans that are good people. But. You know. I can’t fix that. So now my phone is locked down. I can only text them and one of my friends. I can use the bare essentials. All I know is at some point it’ll be unlocked, and I’ll have to delete these sites. I’ll try to plan for that best I can. But that’s essentially what’s going on.

As for the discord if anyone’s on that. The management of it is being handled by people I trust most there. Use it however you like, and to those two: Do whatever you want with it, but keep it free and open to anyone. All I want is for you all to continue making sure the people there are okay. I will pop in every day and say I’m alive, but really not much else. And yes I will read the messages, as much as I can.

Now that that’s over, onto the newly scheduled post.

Date of writing: 11/1/24

Am I okay: not really, but I’m alive and “healthy”

Things that happened: today, I have a hockey game, and we got evacuated early from school because of bomb threats. At home I kinda just walked around. I played a little bit of guitar, I’ve been listening to music and built legos. I’m doing some puzzles as well. I’m trying to take care of myself to hopefully get my parents to let me back here.

Log: today, I was taking the chance I had to look through my notifications. And I cried. At everything you all wrote to me. I’m going to miss you all so much. You all are such amazing people. I can’t say I didn’t think you’d all say that, but it still caught me off guard. Thanks. I’m glad you all are still going, as far as I know. Keep that going. Dying isn’t good for you! I also saw someone made a whole blog of days without me. That’s insane. I don’t know what to say to that. Hopefully, it doesn’t have to count to high. I’m gonna write your urls all down so I can visit you all when I can finally be back officially. I know this is all probably really confusing with me still responding to things, but it’s just a very complicated situation right now. It sucks tp not have things like this to vent and feel better, but I have started to keep a journal so I can place my thoughts somewhere and I’m going to eventually try to open up to one of my close irl friends to hopefully have someone to talk too. I’m probably never going to just move on from this, it’ll always be something I remember and maybe something that still hurts, but it’s still some of the best memories I’ve ever had even if I cry thinking about it. I’m doing my best here to distract myself, get back into reading, maybe slowly try to build my parents trust that I can handle my phone, even though I could already. But it’s fine. Ive found a lot of entertainment in the photos app recently. Maybe when I come back I’ll share it all with you. Sorry these posts are so long. I’m just trying to stay here as much as I can. But jsut know not to worry, becahse I’m still okay, and I’m alive. Apparently I’m going to be talked to about discord and tumblr. There is some hope I can stay, but we’ll see. Either way im a sneaky boi :)

The last thing I want to say is that whoever made that blog counting how long I’m gone, you are so appreciated. I appreciate all of you really. And all of you who’ve made a post tagging me about whatever experiences you’ve had with me or put it in my askbox, you’ve made me feel so much better about this just knowing I didn’t fuck it up with you. If you didn’t make anything like that, don’t feel obligated to. Just knowing you’re alive is the best thing for me right now. Stay safe, if not for yourself, for me, and if not for me, then for someone else. I’m doing the same for all of you.

ALSO! Ima probaly make a tag list for this so you can get this as soon as possible! I know this is almost becoming a newsletter but hey that works. So if you wanna be on it, just say so (preferably in a reply or reblog to this post, with nothing but that you want in, separate from any comments about the post itself. It helps!)