#tw im being a bitch right now i know. if you want me to shut up suck me off then we'll talk..er... not.. talk

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when i hear british people bitchabout rain... like, no fucking shit sherlock, it's a god damn past tense rainforrest's rotting corps youre living in. you think your ancestors cutting down the trees and getting rid of every fucking "unsavoury" wild animal would cut down on the rain as well? No. now you just have insufferable heat in the summer too, and substantially less filtration for the rain you're still (ungratefull for) living with dont get me started on the fucking pizza oven maze you got going on for your biggest city like.... ? were your designer daddies trying to kill you? there's trees who are considered interesting and gated honourably because they arent small baby sappling christmas sized. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SUROUNDED BY TREES THE WIDTH OF FIVE MORBIDLY OBESE ADULT HUMANS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE AT LEAST FOUR AND A HALF PEOPLE BE ABLE TO T POSE AS THE WIDTH OF SOME OF THESE TREES the "bIg TrEe" you're celebrating is a fucking CHILD compared to the TITAN GODS OF LUSH EVERGREEN your supposed to be guarded by the elements with. THESE TREES ARE SUPPOSED TO WIELD ENTIRE ECOSYSTEMS AND OTHER PLANTS ON THEIR BRANCHES WITH EASE they stole this from you, yet you complain about the weather? why are you not infuriated by what people in power before you have smothered out?

NO FUCKING SHIT YOU'RE ALL MISERABLE BASTARDS (no offense of course ^-^) YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING PISSED OFF

but also no. shut the fuck up.

im especially angry because i know my home is probably going to end up the same way, of course i dont hate the actual loggers, they're just trying to survive in a capitalist hellscape, i get that they have families to feed and dont get a real say in what is going to get cut down whether they quit/get fired or stick around for the paycheck to avoid homelessness. but the pencil pushers who think it's a good idea to shave down what we still have? the remorseless pieces of shit who hire those pencil pushers? i will not miss them if or when they go missing.

grrr

it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when british people bitchabout the weather. because they should be angry about what they dont seem to understand what was taken from them, i wish they'd get angry, because if they cant then im scared what that means for us, and our next generation. i feel like there's nothing i can do as corrupt forestry propaganda hollers how forsestry builds jobs as they tear everything down before moving to the next fifty acres because there's no more feasible work left for them in the area.bC wAs BuIlT oN fOrEsTrY ... okay? so what? bc was built (partially) on forestry (also fishing and fur trade and water distribution and the art inspired by the lack of habitat loss compared to places lik the uk on top of so so much more than JUST forestry you self centered propogandizing tumors) in the same way canada was built on genocide. in the same way elon muck was built on child-slave labour. in the same way most pimps are built on human trafficking. it doesnt make it right it doesnt make it sustainable. people before us needed to log to make room for homes the eurocentric way. we have more than enough human habitat, lets leave the rest so we can actually thrive in it rather than just kill everything including ourselves?

BC ALONE IS 25 PERCENT OF ALL TEMPERATE RAINFOREST LEFT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. WE HAVE A QUARTER OF IT AND YOU'RE RAKING IT AWAY.

we are a first world country if we cant protect our forests then what the fuck does that mean for other rainforests temperate or not in third world?

(emotional support martens because dopamine, they're the most adorable mischievous little shits you'll ever meet <3)

i live specifically on vancouver island, so NOT cutting down trees so we can be better protected against landslides and the elements is even more important, any issue wed have would be magnified

[hybridirl]

i’ve never done this before…

18 + only, please!

ellie x f!loser!reader

a/n: so basically i was on janitor ai because i’m genuinely an addicted freak and this was inspired by a chat i had :3 im also replaying tlou2 bc i cant stop i need it i need it i need it. also i think a LOT more things make sense now, so i think you should replay after u play it.

brief summary: ellie is ur big sister’s best friend! but, unfortunately you’re dubbed an “annoying little sister,” your sister’s not home, ellie’s high when she comes over, and ur a loser nerd who can’t deal with confrontation :(. (au if it wasn’t obvious!)

tw / DUBCON?, ellie is very mean, degrading, praise, pet names, reader is a virgin, small age gap if you really squint, porn without a plot, rushed sex, scissoring (tribbling?), use of y/n i think…

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with a grunt, you pulled your pajama pants up the rest of the way. you were headed to the door after hearing seven hard knocks on the door.

“hello—“ you began, cutting yourself off when you see ellie, your sister’s best friend. “ellie?” you glanced behind her, then behind yourself. “she’s not home right now.”

“yeah, yeah,” she slurred, and your lips went into a thin line from her state, so obviously intoxicated. “she told me come ‘n wait. she’s gettin’ her shit rocked, ‘r whatever. she dropped me off ‘ya know? said you wouldn’t mind. you don’ mind, do you?”

being such a caring person had its ups and downs. you weren’t fond of ellie, and she wasn’t fond of you. she had been your biggest bully throughout the entirety of middle and high school. but, you couldn’t deny her entry. she could get hurt or worse, and you didn’t want that. or to be responsible of it.

you adjusted your glasses, eyeing her with a thoughtful look. her eyes were halflidded, red, and she smelled disgusting. she eyed you right back, her stare almost intimidating.

“no, ellie. i don’t mind,” you said begrudgingly, stepping aside to allow her in. you watched her make her way around the all-too-familiar home while you shut the door. you mentally prepared yourself for tending to her needs; you knew she’d tell if you hadn’t. you also prepared for the anger she would inevitably feel. she was an angry person when intoxicated. you leaned against the door and watched her opened the fridge.

“what do you got?” ellie asked, shutting the refrigerator and looking at you. “what’re you gonna make?”

“i don’t know,” you responded and took a glance at the stove. you hadn’t noticed what she took from the fridge, only gasping when you heard the familiar sound of a beer opening. “hey, hey, hey! that’s my dad’s!” you watched ellie shrug and give you a “so what?” look. “stop it, that’s not good for you!” you rushed over, reaching for the beer, but her rough hand kept you in place as she chugged it down. “ellie, stop! you’re already high, that’s gonna make it worse; ellie, stop!”

“and what the fuck do you know?” she asked as she slammed the beer bottle of the counter, “you stupid fuckin’ loser, what the fuck is wrong with you? i’ll do what-the-fuck-ever i want. you’re such a fucking lame-ass, you won’t even take a lil sip o’ this thing,” she stuck the beer can up to your mouth, which you turned away from, “that’s what i thought, you stupid bitch. you’re probably a virgin, too, huh? you don’t even try- nobody even tries for you. no man, no woman, no whatever. never been in a relationship, never been in fuckin’ nothing. you are such a fucking loser.”

your jaw was slack, almost looking like a fish out of water as it tried to shut and open.

“you’re too high for this,” you said slowly, still shocked at her words. you took a step back, your back pressing against the island counter.

“you don’t know the first thing about ‘too high,’ jackass. bet you never had a dick in you before. too busy studyin’ your stupid fucking books to be the good girl you are. can’t even do this because you’re always bein’ a teacher’s pet, always bein’ a goody-two-shoes, know it all, fucking bitch. probably got a few toys like the desperate freak you are. maybe a dildo? nah, you want that pussy t’stay tight, huh?” you thought it couldn’t get worse than the insults before, but this was insane. your eyes were wide, shock filling your features.

“ellie!” you gasped in horror and embarrassment, “i— i’m calling my sister!”

“you’re a fucking snitch!” she giggled, pointing at you. “she doesn’t care what the fuck i’m saying to you. she’s too busy slutting herself out to give a fuck about your pathetic ass, baby.”

“go away, ellie,” you whimpered out, eyes at the ground. you attempted to push past her, but her hands gripped your wrists. “please.”

“you’re not getting rid of me,” she growled, her beer-breath filling your nostrils, “you’re a goddamn joke. i’m not going anywhere ‘til i’m good ‘n ready. you just know i’m right.” she leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek as she whispered deep into your ear, “you just want my hands all over you, don’t you, y/n? i’ve seen how you watched me. you want a real woman’s hands on ‘ya. all of over your pretty body, hm?”

“no,” you whispered right back, your brows furrowed. this was your sister’s best friend. this was just… wrong; you couldn’t explain it, but it wasn’t right. and she was high! she didn’t know what she was doing, what she was saying, but her touch felt so…

“don’t you lie to me,” she huffed her breath hot in your ear, “you wanna get touched bad. you know you do. you want my hands slidin’ down your pretty panties and touchin’ that clit. make you cum all on my hand. you want that, don’t you?”

“ellie,” you almost moaned out at her dirty talk, your brows knitted together in conflict. your hand went to cover your mouth as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pjs and simultaneously your underwear.

“let it out, baby,” she told as your hand muffled a broken moan, “you’re already so, so wet for me. this pussy’s just beggin’ for my touch, huh?” her finger-pad ran across your clit and your knees buckled. she giggled in response, a lazy grin plastered on her face. “mm, ya feel that? this’s what y’ve been missin’ out on with all that nerdy bullshit you do.” her fingers slipped easily inside you, making your eyes roll with pleasure; another moan escaped your throat. “y’so tight. just like i thought.” she pulled her fingers out, quickly giving them a lick before tugging your bottoms down. “oh, baby…” she moaned at the sight, licking her lips as she took you in. “look at that pretty pussy. mhm, ‘n all f’r me, huh?” she knelt down, getting face to face with your cunt. “answer me.” she kissed at your inner thighs. all you could do was watch, trembling under her dominating touch.

you yelped, jumping in surprise as she bit your thigh harshly.

“i said answer.”

“y-yes! all for you, ‘s all for you,” you whimpered, whining as her mouth finally met with your drooling pussy. your resolve had slipped away, only thinking about that needy, touch-starved vulva of yours. “oh, ellie…” she grinned as she watching you come undone, your fingers slipping into her hair and tugging at it. she lapped and lapped at your clit, tongue running circles around the sensitive bud. she gave it a last kiss before she pulled away, smirking at your distress.

“preview, baby. all that was. go to your room, m’followin’ you.”

you were anxious to walk, taking just a moment before giddily rushing to your room. the masculine woman easily followed your direction, shutting the door hard behind her as she pulled you down to the bed with her. her hands were immediately on you as you lay atop her, caressing and running down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing.

“you’re so ready for me baby, aren’t you?” she asked with a small smirk playing at her lips. “you wanna grind that pretty pussy on mine, don’t you?”

“i-i’ve never done this before, i-i don’t know what to do,” you admitted, although she already knew your circumstance.

“makin’ me do all the work, you pretty lil pillow princess?” she teased, that same lazy grin on her face. she easily flipped you over, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “god, how are you so perfect…” she moaned softly to herself, her hands running down your sides, down your legs, and down your calves. she reached her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down quickly. you gulped as you eyed her pubic mound, her dark hair trimmed finely.. she lifted your hips up, appreciating your vulva once more. she used her thumb to lift up your clitoral hood, bending down to meet the pearl with her tongue. “mm, god, i can’t get enough of you. pull your shirt up, wanna see those tits ‘ve been wantin’ to see.” you did as you were told, quickly pulling your nightshirt up and showing her your breasts. a groan left her throat as her hands reached out to touch them, tweaking and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“please,” you whined, your head tilted back. “please, ellie…”

“oh, i know you’re so needy, huh? never done this before? never been touched so good by another girl b’fore, huh?” ellie teased once more, and all you could do was nod. it was all true. “say it, baby. tell me how much of a loser you are.”

with an embarrassed grimace, you obliged, “i-i’m a big loser. ‘ve never, ever gotten laid ‘n i wanna… oh!” you gasped as you felt the sensation of her pussy meet yours. “ellie…” her hips ground against yours, your clits bumping and running across each other.

“you like this? my pussy all over yours?” she growled, rolling her hips to meet your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” you moaned out, your hands trying to find a place to stay as they flailed. they gripped the sheets and you watched above as her pussy slid across yours. you both glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your bodies becoming hot with arousal. “you feel so fucking good.”

“yes,” you cried, “more.” and she gave you more, her hips rolling with fervor while you writhed in pleasure. “p-please— ellie!”

“yeah, scream my name you little slut,” she purred, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty face. “let ‘em know— let the neighbors know you’re finally getting laid.”

you continued to moan her name, completely drunk on this feeling. she let out small little ‘just like that’s’ as your voice echoed off the walls of your room.

it was intense, your bodies moving together and so perfectly in sync. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your belly, slightly coating your skin. her hands gripped your chest as she ground against you, the position slightly awkward, but pleasing nonetheless as your heats mushed together in symphony. sloppy squelches filled your ears, almost drowned out by your moans and cries as she took you.

“i’m gonna,” you began, tears welling up in your pretty eyes, “i’m gonna cum, ellie!”

“yeah? right on my pussy? cum right on my pussy, baby,” she moaned, her hands reaching her cup her own breast. you moaned, following her command like a dog as your canal contracting around nothing, costing her slick folds in all your essence. your body convulsed as you came, and the sight forced a moan out of her throat. “yeah, that’s it, my good girl, fu—ck… i’m cumming!” with her orgasm following in suit, she gripped your leg hard, riding out her orgasm as you tried to come down from your own. you whined from the overstimulation, feeling her arousal spread out on your flesh. she shushed you, her index finger on your lips as she calmed her breathing. she dropped your leg, plopping beside you with a grunt.

“t-that was good,” you said to her, your eyes lingering on her glistening face.

“mhm, now you get to brag to a—ll your nerdy, little virgin friends that you,” she jabbed a finger, “got laid.”

“you’re mean,” you huffed, a little pout on your face. she smirked, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and bringing you in to kiss.

“yeah?” she chuckled, “but you like it.”

[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: hate sex~ katsuki bakugou

synopsis: your rival is sneaking into your tent, seeing you though just in a tee and panties made his dick hard . and he hates you even more for that .

warnings/tw: aged up! dryhumping, hair pulling, piv, degrading, unprotected sex, choking, and creampie

character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here

not proofread

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katsuki opened your tent, going inside, not caring if you were awake or not. he looked pissed off and annoyed. you were startled by the sudden intrusion, propping yourself on your elbows to look at his grumpy face… it may sound stupid but you honestly wished it would’ve been a bear instead of him being there. why was he here? you both hated each other.

noticing your confused gaze, he rolled his eyes, looking at you.

“tch! shitty hair and raccoon eyes are making out in my goddamn tent! so I’m staying here dumbass,” he said in his gruff voice, shitty hair being kirishima and raccoon eyes being mina. “it’s already past 8, I’m going to fucking bed so make some room,”

“what?! no way!” you furrow your brows yelling.

he looks at you, a disgusted look as he sees you aren’t even wearing any pants. you pull your cover over yourself quickly, not saying anything. he scoffed slightly.

“im going to. i wasn’t even asking, dumbass,” he stated in an irritated tone. he laid as far away from you as he could, turning around so he didn’t have to face you.

“ugh! are you serious? go ask-“

“shut the hell up and go to sleep. share your fucking cover too, don’t be a selfish bitch,” he grumbled, snatching away your cover.

you groan, snatching it back.

“go get your own!”

“no! I’ll be lucky as fuck if kirishima hasn’t already got his cum all over it right now!”

“okay fine! god, you’re so annoying!” you gave him some of your cover, facing away from him.

you try to shut your eyes after a few minutes… that was until you accidentally feel his back press up against you. both of you tensed up.

he was a guy, don’t blame him. don’t blame that his immediate thought was to feel those plush thighs of yours. he made a disgusted face to himself the more he thought about how you were in your underwear. were you even wearing a bra? ew! snap out of it, he hates your guts… yet the thought of rearranging them did make his dick ha- oh no.

you just stared at the tent wall in front of you. neither of you said a word.

“fucking shit,” he muttered. sighing, he turned to face you. “oi face me, I know your ass can’t fall asleep that quickly,”

you groan, facing him.

“my dick is hard,”

WHAT?! ew! that’s fucking disgusting why would he tell you that!… why are your thighs instinctively squeezing together at the thought that you were the person who made him hard…

after a long silence you wanted to see if he was lying. was he? you couldn’t tell, you couldn’t even see his facial features in the darkness of your tent. you silently move your hand, fingers grazing his abs. but once they reached his crotch it was obvious, he was painfully hard.

he winced slightly, he was sensitive.

“do something about it, whore,”

you roll your eyes at his insult.

“why should I? i don’t even like you,” you reply, taking your hand back from his dick.

“i fucking hate you too but this is your fault. you wanted to be a slut and not wear pants to sleep so you’re gonna fucking deal with it,” he placed a hand on your hip, rutting his hips upwards slightly, you can feel his dick rubbing your clothed slit and clit. you let out a shaky breath, feeling slightly turned on. “need to fuck you… dumbass,”

you stay silent, allowing his big fat cock to tease your clothed pussy.

“no…”

he grabbed your chin, pulling you into a hot and sensual kiss, his tongue rolling against yours, your spit mixing together with his. you let out a small moan.

“take off those panties… im going to fuck you,”

without hesitation you took off your panties, throwing them somewhere in the tent, you didn’t care where, you just threw them.

he smirked to himself, you couldn’t see it. he went on top of you eagerly, pulling your legs apart. the cool air hitting the wetness of your cunt.

he used a finger to feel how wet you were, dragging it up and down.

“so fucking wet for me…” he mumbled, mostly to himself for his own ego. “you know, only whores get turned on this much over a guy showing them attention. are you a whore?”

“no!” you furrow your brows. he pulls your hair, gripping it at the scalp, leaning close to your face. “yeah I am,” you changed your mind.

“i know,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m only gonna fuck you so I can cum, I don’t give a damn about you. this is all your fault anyway,”

you didn’t like the sound of that. “what the fuck? no way, you’re gonna make me- ngh…” you pause in your sentence feeling as he led his, now unclothed dick, up and down your folds.

he had his usual grumpy face on, holding back his groans as he slapped the tip of his dick on your clit. it caused little jolts of pleasure for you and him.

he let go of your hair, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. “im gonna fuck you so good,” he said, cockily, lining his cock at your entrance. your heart raced. anticipating on how full he’d make you feel.

as he entered in you and stretched you out, his other hand grabbed your throat, applying enough pressure to where it felt amazing. not too hard yet not too soft.

your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed himself fully inside of you. you felt so full, so so full. he kept his hand on your throat, rutting his hips. he didn’t even wait for you to get adjusted to his long cock. he just needed to cum, you were his useful toy.

he pistoned into you, his hand reaching down to lift up your shirt. no bra. he smirked, head moving down to suck on your hardened nipples.

“k-kah~ katsuki,” you moaned. you continued to moan his name.

he felt his ego grow bigger.

“yeah? you like being fucked like a dumb slut by the man you hate?” he asked, gruff voice in your ear, causing you to clench around his cock. “yeah. that’s what I thought. clenching around me like you need me,”

you couldn’t even say a proper sentence, just nodding off as he angled his hips to fuck you right where your g-spot was. his cock touched and rubbed against that spot, clit throbbing.

you felt as if you were seeing stars. oh god, katsuki wished he could see your pathetic face. drool falling from your chin because of the fact you were being fucked so dumb. his cock slipped in and out of you with ease, your sticky slick coating his poor needy cock.

the way he fucked into you as if you were nothing made both him and you so fucking horny. you needed release, feeling that knot in your stomach come so close to being undone.

“fuck yeah… yeah…!” he groaned, your pussy kept clenching the more he spoke those dirty words.

sooner rather than later you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t stop that insane feeling that was happening. you whined, fast breaths, shutting your eyes as you creamed on his cock, clenching him tightly, milking his fat cock.

the more you twitched around him, the more faster he fucked into you, he could feel the cream you made, a soft and moist feeling as he fucked into your velvet walls.

he straightened his posture, grabbing your hips in the air, fucking you like a fleshlight. sweat dripped from his forehead and he grunted and groaned. he was so close. he needed this.

he continued to fuck you, you moaning his name and only his, not caring if others heard.

“cum in me…! please! please!” you beg.

he let out an almost pornographic and sort of high pitched moan as his seed shot into you. along ropes of his cum filling you up. he kept rutting his hips, he couldn’t stop it, fucking the cum that seeped out of you back into your messy pussy. his moans getting so goddamn whiny.

“so good…! ah! so good, fuck! fuck!” he trembled, fucking you as much as he could.

after fucking you, his heart rate slowed down, as did his breathing. he set you down, collapsing next to you, heavy breaths as he stared at the tent ceiling.

“such a whore…” he mumbled, looking over at you. you were so drained, he pretty much fucked your brains out… and you wanted more.

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[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[poprock0505]

A Favor

Pairing: F!In heat!Bunny demon!reader x Alastor

Tw: Tentacles, oral, vaginal, in heat, kinda sex repulsed Alastor, Alastor and reader are good friends, very slight degradation, dildo, not proofread!!

Kinda rushed ending lol

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You were living in the Hazbin Hotel for a while now, to hide from the chaos outside of it. You got along with almost everyone there despite being a tad bit antisocial.

But there was a specific demon that peaked your interest...Alastor, The Radio Demon.

You two were close, but you had a small crush on him. He knew. But you don't know he knows.

At this moment you were hiding in your hotel room, fucking yourself. Why? Because you're in heat. You're a bunny demon, after all.

You were thinking of him, wishing he was replacing your fingers. You speed up and slowed down when it feels too much.

You thought maybe it would be more effective to use an object... Luckily, you had a dildo that Angel gave you as a joke. You had never been so thankful for a prank before.

You took your fingers out, and opened the drawer. There it was. In the very back of it. It was black and about 7 inches.

You picked it up, and didn't waste a single second before sliding it inside. Bouncing up and down, slowly as you make soft whimpering noises.

It still wasn't all the way in, so you pushed yourself all the way down on it with a moan. You stopped in embarrassment at how loud at it, hoping nobody heard.

After that moment, you rode on it much faster with soft and quiet yet consistent moans.

Meanwhile...

"Where's y/n?" Charlie asked "It's alright 12:00 and she's not here"

"Why do yall give so many fucks about that stupid bunny bitch?" Husk asked.

Alastor shot Husk a death glare before walking up to him. "Husker.."

He bent down to his level, but before he could do anything Charlie stopped them "Woah!...Woah... There's no need to fight. Your both allowed to have your opinions on Y/n"

"Fine..But if you'll excuse me, I'll go make sure she's doing alright" Alastor responded.

He telaported himself into your room, not expecting anything out of the ordinary because he pays unexpected visits quite often. ...... But he saw what you were doing.

"Oh, dear..." You heard him say, and gasped in shock before pulling up a blanket to hide yourself.

"I-Im so sorry!" You stuttered.

"No, no.. it's alright. I've seen things like this before." He reassured you. "But now..I have a personal question" He said.

"What is it?"

"You're a rabbit, correct?"

"Yes...."

"So..Is this what I think it is?"

You blushed and hesitated before nodding your head. "Aww...It hurts doesn't it, my dear~?" He asked you.

You nodded and looked away in embarrassment. Then he forced you to look at him, his hand on your chin. "You know, I don't mind helping you. It hurts me to see you in pain from something... disgusting like this... But, I'm only doing this because I don't want you to be desiring something like this"

You blushed harder. "I-...Thank you" He laughed "Oh, you are absolutely adorable~"

His tentacles came out of his back, and slid underneath the covers hidding your body. You felt then crawling up your legs, onto your thighs. 2 of them spread your legs apart and another 2 entered you. You moaned at the feeling.

Alastor was sitting at your desk, looking unbothered by it. But what you didn't notice was that he was looking through your things...

You were to cock drunk to notice the chuckle when he looked through your drawings.

The 2 tentacles moved faster inside you, hitting all the right spots. Your soft moans became louder. Another reached up to your clit, and rubbed and flicked at it. Making your moans of desperation more high-pitched and loud.

A tentacle got closer to your mouth and slid inside your mouth and down to your throat while you were moaning. Alastor did that just to shut you up.

You licked and sucked at it. Luckily for Alastor, he didn't have to feel it. Normally, you would be disappointed, but your mind was too focused on the pleasure to think anything of it.

It sped up again, and you felt closer. If that damn tentacle wasn't in your mouth right now, the entire hotel would be hearing this.

You finally released, bitting down on the tentacle.

Alastors' tentacles retracted from you. And you were breathing heavily, eyes almost crossing. Alastor laughed at your current state. "You're welcome, dear~! Oh, and your drawings were lovey~"

And with that, he walked out of your room. You were a little embarrassed at him looking at your art.. You were a little insecure about it. But, God it was so worth it....

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

TW: rant‼️

Basically recent life events and the reasoning why I probably won’t be writing as frequently. If you’re easily triggered by relationship issues and mental health this is nawt for you pookie stay safe🫶🏾

Y’all I just got out of a five month long relationship literally yesterday and I’m still processing so much of it. I thought the information I garnered yesterday was the end of it but turns out he’s just been playing pretend,using me to feel loved and said and quote “I thought you would catch on to me being unhappy” when I’m SO autistic and have told him many times that I need things spelled out for me. Like I don’t get undertones a lot of the time in day to day conversations and I’ve mentioned it so many times so now it hurts even more to know that the whole duration of the relationship my needs were just falling on deaf ears. And it sucks even more that I was being played like bozo the fucking clown the entire time simply because I couldn’t read between the lines of his bullshit.

Like I already have trust issues from previous relationships both romantic and platonic and this really nailed the coffin shut on that. It’s looking like it’s back to therapy for me to unpack this shit cause Jesus Christ.

Like y’all I want to be so fucking mean about him right now but it’s not in my character to hurt the people I love even though I really want to but I know better so I took the high road and it doesn’t feel good even though I told him about his ass.

Like I just want to snap and be a bitch and yell and scream but I’m too god damn nice to hurt anyone unless they’ve pushed me past my breaking point which has only happened once in my life despite everything I’ve been through.

Like it’s so jarring to think this was the man I was going to move in with and marry and have a family with only to realize his love for me was a lie because he was too much of a coward(his words) to let me go because he liked the way I made him feel.

No matter what I say or how cocky I get I am a LOVER and I am SENSITIVE y’all. Daughter of Aphrodite kinda shit. Been having crushes since I was four kinda shit. Thinking about marriage since I was eight kinda shit. I am a lover and a nurturer and sensitive and fragile and one hell of an empath which this world wasn’t made for so I’m fighting for my life.

Everyday I wake up and choose to be kind but it’s like a choice that isn’t mine because it’s etched into my being and comes as naturally as breathing. I hate being kind because it’s always been to my detriment but I will continue to do so because that’s what I’ve always done.

Im honesty just sick and tired of being hurt and I don’t even know what love feels like anymore.

I will continue to be a lover, and that will be the thing that ruins me.

Me if you even care btw

[nellynello]

Prompt: Song- 'Do it for Her'; Steven Universe

TW: blood, violence, swearing

Word count: 2.6k

Royalty

Training gets difficult every day...

Right foot, left foot, clash, now step back, right foot left fo- clash!

I fall to the ground, my heart beating in my throat. I struggling to breathe from this new training routine. My opponent not making it any easier; as well with not being a magic user and all.

Running my hand through my hair and sighing through my nose, sweat continues to fall down my forehead onto my neck, and finally dripping down my shirt. I look up at the beaming sun in defeat, blinding my vision from my true opponent.

Each puff of oxygen results in my recovery from exhaustion. I can't do this anymore. Giving up would be so nice... But just think about the life you'll have after this war, fighting for this kingdom.

Fighting with your heart for the heart.

Take me back to the easier days...

"Get up"

A break from reality, I look up. Hovering my hand over my eyes to see what was before me.

Long black hair, symmetrical face, perfect body. Any girl would want to be that beautiful, strong and talented. A bit unfair yuno. To be born into a wealthy family and have flawless genetics as well. My dream is Alexia's reality.

Looking down, avoiding eye contact from embarrassment with the loss of the training match, I look down with all sorts of negative emotions.

"Pathetic"

I squint my eyes now irritated. Taking a deep breath, I pull myself up in a crouching position and pick up my fallen sword in the process.

But I come to a halt when I feel pressure on my shoulder; a foot. More of a boot, but non the less. A dirty boot. filthy and muddy from the ground. I am not the ground. What does she see me as, someone beneath her because I lost? Treating me like the earth beneath everyone. Acting as if she's the Queen of the Heart Kingdom, the Queen of fighting everyone weaker than her. Dishearting the hearts of soldiers instead of encouraging their dreams to fight for their king

My eyes widened in a mix of bewilderment and overwhelming emotions. I struggled to maintain the boiling rage inside me, clenching my jaw shut with all my might. I tried not to do something rash that I would regret, knowing the consequences of my actions could be severe.

I track my eyes over to the shoe and follow their leg up to her face.

A shit-eating grin plasters over her face, proud of what she's doing.

" Admit your defeat and perhaps I'll give you a hand up."

I stay silent. My pride overruling her ridiculous offer

"Come on, say it. Say it!"

Pressure seeps more into my shoulder, she's trying to push me to the ground. What a bitch.

By now everyone who was training has now become invested in the sudden commotion, forming a circle around us. Fuck sake.

As if my defiance enraged her, she forcefully grabbed me, using all her might to subdue me. I was thrown down with both of her strengths, completely powerless as her force crushed me. My resistance was futile, her strength was superior.

Colliding my head with the ground my vision blurs. I bring a hand to my head to find a substance, a liquid that's colour resembles the king himself. Red, red blood. Rouge. The pain starts to now engulf my head. I goan in immense pain, struggling to stay awake from the extreme blow.

"Fuck..." Whimpering in pain.

"Im almost impressed with you staying awake so long"

She steps forward, and each placement of her foot dominates the training ground.

I feel like crying from the amount of pain I am in right now. Feeling the blood drip down my face, now having to focus on the freshly opened wound. But am abruptly stopped due to another force pulling my hair up. I look up and wince from the pain endearing the extraordinary amount of torture.

The crowd around us gasps. Why has no one stopped her?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Truly pathetic. But again I'm almost impressed you haven't fainted yet."

I look away

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I stubbornly refuse to budge. A moment too late, I notice her other hand move up before it slaps me across the face with a sharp sting. The punishment for my refusal and stubbornness, I quickly learn, is a painful slap to my face. I feel the shock of the sting and try to hold back my frustration at this mistreatment.

“Eat shit”

Bloodied and bruised she lets go of my hair and fall to the ground.

"Tsk no wonder your parents abandoned you, can't even live up to the (L/N)'s nam–"

I lunged towards her in a blind rage and slammed her to the ground. Blinded with rage. I saw nothing but red, consumed by a fury I couldn't control. Fists up, I rained strike after strike into her face, ruining her once-beautiful features. And with ferocity, I grab her hair, pulling her back up and whacking her head down with more force, feeling a rush of satisfaction as I saw her ruined face.

My breathing was heavy and ragged as I continue to pummel her, my heart still pounding in my chest. I felt no regret, no sadness, it was as if my mind was detached from my body and all I saw was her face, battered and broken. I knew at that moment that I had gone too far, but it was as if the anger took over and refused to stop.

I was finally pulled off of her by someone with enough bravery and common sense. I tried to resist, struggling against the hands that tried to restrain me, but I had done too much harm and they were strong enough to wrestle me away. But even then, all I could focus on was her, her battered face and the blood that kept spilling out. My mind was filled with guilt, but also the thought of how she deserved it for hurting so many people with brute strength and arrogance.

"No, I'm not done! Let me finish her off."

"That's enough! (Y/N) you need to stop immediately!

"NO! I'm not letting her talk about me and my family issues."

I try crawling back to the fallen soldier but fail from being restrained.

"Let go of me!"

"(Y/N) I beg you, you have to stop!"

My efforts were futile, being met with failure again. Like my whole life. I break down and feel a tear run down my face while I stare down at the ground as if I've lost everything.

I can't do this anymore, I say id do it for her; the late Queen, but... can I do it for him also. The current king.

I look up at my surroundings, my instructor kneeling in front of me.

"Lady Nello"

Shocked by her being here.

"What are you doing here....?"

"I was the one who stopped you. You don't know how strong you are, I almost lost my grip."

"What..."

Looking at her dumbfounded, my eyes trace back to the ground with overwhelming embarrassment. More tears flood my vision, becoming more unbearable by the second.

"I'm so sor–"

I now feel a warm contact wrapping around me, and I realized it was someone hugging me. The shock and confusion that hit me took me by surprise, and it suddenly dawned on me how far I had let myself go. I hadn't realized how much this anger had consumed me. For a moment, I felt comfort in the warmth of the hug, wanting to bury my head into this person's shoulder and never leave.

"It's okay... I should have been here sooner, I'm the one who should be sorry..."

Stroking my hair to soothe my mind.

"No, but–"

"(Y/N)"

She says sternly.

Third person

Finally, (Y/N) head drops into Lady Nello’s shoulder in defeat, experiencing a large amount of fatigue and pain.

Blood, sweat, and tears covered both soldiers, and (Y/N) could hardly bear to look at what she had done. After a few moments, the person on the ground began picking themselves up, now standing as they removed the blood from their nose. Alexia staggered towards the two people that were embracing, their eyes fixed on them and then the sword still in their grasp.

"This is not over yet."

She lifts her sword upwards to strike (Y/N) in the head.

First-person

I look up to see what was in front of me; causing the last dose of adrenaline to pump through my veins. I manage to push Lady Nello to the side and myself in the other direction, just about missing the murderous swing.

I took in a few deep breaths, trying to steady my nerves and regain my strength. I mustered up my strength to stand on wobbly feet. One step at a time, I managed to rise to my feet, still breathing a little heavily from all the emotions that rushed through me.

We stare, battered and bruised. Time seemed to slow down as we had an intense staring contest with one another, our eyes locked unblinking. I could feel my pulse pounding in my head, and I knew I had to show no signs of weakness. The outcome of this battle of just our eyes and our minds would be decided in the coming moments.

"(Y/N)! No, it's over! Come on, be the better person and leave it be."

I don't look back, considering whether to listen to my mentor.

Pride overtaking me, I continued to make eye contact, but I cautiously stepped backwards toward Lady Nello. This battle had to be won and I knew I couldn't let my guard down, not yet.

"Tsk such a disappointment."

It was all too much and I couldn't take it anymore. My mind was broken from pain and tiredness and I was no longer in control. I let loose all my thoughts and emotions, my whole world crashing down around me and leaving me in a dizzying fog.

"Seriously what is your problem, why are you so interested in my family issues."

"Y/N!"

Nello tries to stop me again.

"No I'm not going to stop, I'm sorry. All the stuff you've been spreading rumours about is absolute bollocks and you know it, you thought I wouldn't hear what your saying? Calling me a mistake and I shouldn't have been born because of my failures within my family business. Why does my life interest you so much? Huh... Why can't you get it through your thick head that everything doesn't involve you and my problem aren't yours to speak about?

I know I'm weaker than you, but I know damn well I might be worth something to someone being a non-magic user. Picking on the weak to make yourself deem strong makes you as pathetic as you say I am. So don't you dare think for a moment that you can continue doing this to me or ANYONE ELSE!"

Silence. Pure utter silence.

Despite the chaos, everything and everyone had gone quiet. All I could hear was my breathing, deep and shallow breaths. In and out, in and out, calming myself down.

Making everything became so clear, all my senses were heightened and it was almost overwhelming. I could hear everything, and the sound that stood out the most was you. There was an air of anticipation and uncertainty that I knew I could not ignore.

The once-deafening silence was broken by the rhythmic sound of clapping, and my heart started to pound with anticipation of who it was.

"Grarvo! Grarvo! Such a wonderful speech. So..... Inspiring...what do you think King of Diamonds."

"Could of had less profanities. But yes, I agree. Very profound."

Shooting my head to the voices. My senses now left my body instantly seeing who it was.

Straightened back, wide shoulders, with stoic faces. Both kings stood in front of Alexia, Lady Nello and I.

Whispers are heard amount the crowd around us. 'Both kings are here?!', 'The heart and diamond are here together, that's unusual.'

They both stood with formality and elegance. Well-kept red and black hair, their clothes not a speck of dust date to lay upon them and their eyes say it all; curiosity, but also disappointment with the scene in front of them.

"Lady Nello, as the supervisor of this training ground, care to specify what happened?"

The King of Diamonds asks with confidence.

"Your majesty, my deepest apologies. This was my entire fault, I shouldn't have paired these two together and I wasn't supervising this when it played out."

"But–"

I'm suddenly stopped by the intense glare Lady Nello gives me. Pure frustration and as if to say 'Don't say anything.'

Shutting my mouth and taking a big gulp immediately, I trace my head down towards the ground thinking about what the outcomes will be. What will happen to Lady Nello? She's done everything for me! She's helped me with my family issues, helped me train and learn how to fight and learn how to act in difficult situations. To then repay her with a possible demotion...

My foot begins to tap uncontrollably out of anxiety. But I force myself to look up to see what is happening. Deep black pupils seemed to pierce into my skull as if I was in the depths of the abyss and my brain was about to implode on itself from the mounting tension. It was difficult for me to think and breathe normally, every moment felt like a struggle. The atmosphere was too much and I felt was only a matter of time before I passed out from the intensity of the situation.

With my throat tight and my heart racing, the fear paralysed me in its grip. I stared at the royal and study him with an intense unease as the nervousness took over my body. All the while, the royal stared back at me with an air of authority.

His hair was a deep red that swirled perfectly. To perfect. His skin looked so clear and smooth like it belonged on a painting instead of an actual person. He was so pretty, it almost felt unnatural. So part of me was being drawn to him in the wrong way, as he's a king.

The king! A king for heaven's sake, and I was just a lowly soldier who was supposed to be loyal to him! Why was I thinking about him in that way? I felt the heat on my face as I cursed myself for the thoughts that were passing through me.

This isn't appropriate for the situation for fuck sake (Y/N)...

"Very well, due to the severity of this incident, your punishment will be discussed at further notice."

"What! No–"

"And!... if anything like this happens again consequences will be immediate and without mercy. And this goes to all of you. If anyone dares to cause a commotion like these two did today, you will be punished as equally as them."  The king of hearts finishes after interrupting me.

Feeling embarrassed, I take a look at Alexia. It looks like she wants to kill me. I ignore her out of irritation and now focus on the heart king coming towards me.

But before I could say a word, my conscience falters and I feel myself buffer and wonder why the king now has multiple heads. Dizziness engulfs my brain and I begin to pass out.

Then my head hit the ground...

BAM!

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There will be part two more related to the prompt :)

Spelling and punctuation are shit :D

[imaginespazzi]

CHAPPTTTERRR NINI YAYAYAAY

- NIVI BBY i’ve missed you so so so much! i hope your vacation was fabtastic 💛

- “TW: Explicit Sexual Content” AHHH I BET UR LITTLE FREAKY ANONS SRE JUMPING WJTB JOY RN

- DAMN KK SIDED WITH DAD. i don’t like conflict this is making me sad

- THEM SAYING IT IN SYNC GOD 😭

- “I wouldn’t have cared,” Paige shrugs, “running suicides would have been worth it for an extra hour with you.” bitch, it’s suicide awareness month aren’t you supposed to be nice to me?

- AHHH SHE TOLD HER SHES GETTING THE DIVORCE!!?!!! Why are these freaks not confessing love rn

- “She’s confused when Azzi flinches, like a memory has just pinched her nerves.” THE PHONE CALL???? PAIGE RLLY DOESNT REMEMBER

- THESE BITCHES FUCKED??? yay them BUT YALL PLEASE COMMUNICATE

- OKAY BACJ TO THE NOW EEEEKK!!! don’t be shy paige go join azzi 🤗

- AWWW AZZI RIGHT YHERE READY TO KNOCK

- paige is a little freak with her short response… bitch say what u rlly want 😛😁

- S

- L

- U

- T

- S

- took them long enough

- “She’s always known exactly how to get Paige to shut the fuck up.” i laughed out loud

- “But there’s a part of Paige that had thought that there was no way Azzi could have missed her as much as she missed Azzi. Because missing Azzi had felt all consuming, like there was a constant noose around her neck that got tighter and tighter with every day that passed by” only you would turn them fucking into me being all sad

- stop azzi 🥹☹️ you’re gorgeous girl

- why the fuck am i crying rn.

- paige possessive little shit

- stop the left but you came back for the book joking around is actually making me cry because it’s literally them.

- STOP AZZI SAYING PAIGE ISNT HER DIRTY LITTLE SECRET🥹🥹 I JUST KNOW PAIGE NEEDED TO HEAR THAT

- “KATIE STOP LEAVE THEM ALONE

- The party,” Stephie cries out, “first you went to a party without me and then you had a sleepover without me. I can’t bel-ieve you guys would do that to me. Don’t you guys love me at all?” BYE IM CACKLING WHY IS STEPHIE ME… saying, oh so you hate me is my life motto😭😭 poor girl just wants a sleepover with her paige

- stephie really has paige wrapped around her finger azzi is gonna have to wrap her mouth in tape

- SLEEPOVER PT. 2?!?! where is paige sleeping is the question

- UGH LOVED THE NEW CHAPTER SO GOODDDD

- i am actually dying to find out more abt there actual break up

- ig my main question is abt like kk being upset with azzi was that her just being defensive of paige or has azzi not been talking to the others much?

-hey i finally stayed away from my cliff 🤞🤞

- sorry to say i don’t have rlly have questions and the short reactions today im so exhausted lol, HOWEVER im sorry happy you’re back and as always you’re my favorite evil genius

ily

🤩🤩

- BESTIE I LOVE YOU <3

- Lmao hopefully I've satisfied all the horniness now

- I am being nice to you....later in the chapter

- Ah you're the only person who caught that so far I think or at least who's told me they caught it. But no she does not in fact remember.

- LMAO the s l u t s killed me but yeah just a little bit. I mean can you blame them?

- Listen I couldn't make it all hot and sexy because I fear that's just not me so instead we got sappy emotional sex because you know it's me and that's all I know how to write

- Stephie's so valid for being upset like they really had a whole night without her and she's supposed to be their baby. #FreeHer

- There's been a couple of references but Azzi has actively avoided a lot of reunions and such so KK's anger is mainly from a place of missing her, not necessarily siding with Paige.

[ohfallingdisco]

I HAVENT BEEEN. IN MY BYLER FIC ITIME RECENTYL.

BJUT

BUT.

POST THE SHARPEST LIVES ON TUMBLR DOT COM RN!!!! WHEELER SIBLINGS FEELS??? AND ANGST??? AND MCR TITLE?????

[if you want to and hi and im being polite but i Must know more]

HII yeah no i totally get it lol, but The Sharpest Lives came on shuffle as i was writing what was meant to be a simple oneshot (!!!), and this happened—so, like, the power of mcr or something?…

anyway enjoy my favorite (huge) part lmao

tw for discussions (kind of) about period-typical homophobia

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Will staggered, breathing suddenly loud. 

The Party turned to look at him, but they all stayed frozen. His eyes were shut, but fluttering rapidly over a single tear running down his face. 

Mike felt cold fear wash over him like a bucket of ice. It was all he could do to blink the spots away. 

Carefully, El stepped to Will’s side—probably the person in the most danger, if what they all thought was happening was true—but as soon as her fingers brushed his arm, Will let out a tiny sob, sinking to the ottoman behind him and curling into El’s shoulder. 

“Go,” he pleaded, voice strained, “you need to…please—” 

“No,” she cut in, hugging him tighter. “No. You need me. We’ll fight him together.” 

Max spoke up from her corner of his living room. “Wait, El—” 

“No,” she fought, cradling Will’s head. 

“It’s not time yet,” Will gasped, starting to lean away. His efforts were made worthless by the seize in his shoulders that made him fall back onto her, more tears leaking out. “He won’t come if there’s nothing to come for. Please, El.” 

“He’s right,” Dustin said quietly, broken. “We can’t fight the Mindflayer and Vecna. Some of us have to go.” 

“I’m not ready for him to die yet, either!” she screamed, face crumbling as she clutched at his shirt. “I can’t lose you, I can’t,” she sobbed, burying her face in his hair and crying. 

Really. 

Full-on crying. 

She cared about Will as much as he did.

So—? He wanted to strangle himself, suddenly, for being the world’s best—Mike hurried forward, his head clearer than it had felt in years. 

He was still who he always was. Why was he always afraid, now? He would rather fistfight the Mindflayer and lose to that bitch than let him take someone else. 

Especially not his friends. 

“El,” he said softly, brushing his fingers over her back. “I get it. I’m sorry. Go.” 

“No, you don’t understand,” she cried, trying to push him away. “None of you do, I need—” 

“El,” Will choked, sounding seconds away from a panic attack, “listen to Mike. I need you gone.” 

Dustin sobbed quietly behind him. 

“Yeah, Mike gets all the credit,” Max mumbled, sounding close to tears herself. “Come on. Give him space.” 

That broke her off, and she stepped back, looking lost as she met their eyes in turn. “Will,” she whispered. 

“I love you,” he replied, dropping his face down and wrapping his arms around his head. “Now get the hell out.” 

Lucas stepped forward to pull her under his arm, tears flowing freely and silently. “We really love you, man,” he said, and drew a deep gulp of air before steering Will’s sister out. “Let’s—give him some space, yeah?” 

Max in her chair and Dustin followed them out. Before Dustin shut the door, he looked back and met Mike’s gaze. “You coming?” he asked, clearly trying not to sound too depressed. 

Mike shook his head emphatically, crossing his arms. “Take care of her, okay?” 

He smiled brokenly back at Mike, eyes flicking to Will’s hunched frame. “Take care of him,” he returned, and looked at Mike with sad eyes one last time before letting the door click shut. 

The resulting silence was suffocating. 

Then a tiny shudder escaped Will’s mouth, his back shivering, and Mike dropped to his knees in between Will’s. “Hey,” he tried, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Hey, what do I do?” 

Will’s head snapped up, eyes open and wild in a frenzy. They slammed shut again as soon as he made eye contact, and Will groaned through pursed lips. 

“Michael,” he huffed, flexing his fingers on his knees. “Why didn’t you leave?” 

“Because that’s a stupid idea, I’m not always stupid, and you’re not dying here,” he argued, trying to keep his voice level. 

“Bullshit.” Every line of Will’s body read anger, but as he threw his head back, all Mike could think was how he couldn’t let him die. “I can’t try very hard anymore. Go with the others.” 

He stared at the plaid on Will’s shirt, maybe just a little too distracted by the position he suddenly found himself in. “I—no. Shit, Will.” 

“Mike, I’m infected again whether you like it or not, and I’m not going to just sit here and let you get killed with me.”

“As if that’s your choice,” he hissed, taking Will’s hands between them. “It’s my house, anyway, why do you think any of this is your choice?” 

“Because I’m the one dying, Mike!” he yelled, raspy. 

“Bullshit,” he repeated, squeezing Will’s hands hard. “Bull—you know it’s bullshit, so why are we even having this talk right now?” 

“I’m pretty sure this counts as a fight,” Will snarked, scoffing. “Three major fights in as many years, Mike, that’s not what best friends do.” 

“What if I don’t care?” he flung back, grabbing onto Will’s biceps. “What if I don’t give a shit, Will, you’re my best friend no matter how many times we have to—” 

Soft, warm lips brushed his forehead, and his mind stuttered, frowning. They didn’t usually act this…parental, with each other, did they? 

Then a thick, cloudy vine crashed through his mom’s window, shattering glass all over her nice rug, and everything went to hell. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Will breathed, clutching Mike’s biceps hard. “You were supposed to be gone…” 

He gulped. With a slimy Upside Down vine slithering through his living room, looking for the one thing that thankfully mattered more to Mike than himself, everything seemed more—real. 

“I’m not leaving, Will,” Mike repeated, shaky as he stared at the plant on his floor. It was really a shame that his family would have to find him dead with Will in their living room at some point, but… 

“I wish you would,” Will said one more time. 

“No.” Mike looked back at him. 

A beat. Then, “Promise?” Will whispered, somehow managing to grip his biceps tighter. His voice trembled, and Mike hated it. 

He stopped fighting the ridiculous urge and wrapped his arms tight around Will’s waist. There was nowhere left for Mike’s cheek except pressed up against his chest, but Will didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t move. He could hear Will’s heart, here. The only downside was he would know exactly when—and how—the Mind Flayer got him. “I love you so much,” he admitted quickly, risking everything. “Like, in…in a love way.” 

He felt a sharp stutter of breath from Will’s chest. His best friend’s arms slipped around his shoulders, holding him close. 

“I mean—we’re going to die here, anyway. Yeah, why not. Mike, I’m. I’m not like the rest of Hawkins. They’ve always been right about me. I’ve been in love with you since I knew what that meant.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Wait. Just…wait. 

Wow. Um. 

…Oh. 

This so happened to be an incredibly successful last few moments before death. His heart felt like it was skipping and swooning, as dumb as it sounded, making him feel lighter than he had in…well, years. He released a shaky breath against Will’s shirt, and Will’s arms tightened around his back. 

Oh my god, he was so far gone for this boy. He was so perfect. His missing part. 

It was almost enough to make him forget the demon literally in the room. 

Wait. No. Scratch that. It was. 

That’s why it was such a shock when it happened. He shivered as an ice-cold tentacle started slithering over his ankles, oozy and heavy. A startled sob slipped out against Will’s chest. 

Shit. He had meant to die quietly, keep Will from watching. It was obvious, from the scrabbling grasp at his shirt and spike in Will’s breathing, that he was watching very closely, now. 

“Will,” he demanded, tapping his fingers against his side, “tell me a story. Will…Will the Wise and his Paladin.” 

“I can’t, Mike,” Will gasped, burying his face in his hair. “No, no, I can’t lose you like this, Mike—” 

“I’m still here, Will! Talk to me. Will the Wise.” 

A broken sob. “Mike—we were all supposed to make it. I thought we were all gonna make it.” 

“I know,” he soothed, and found he didn’t mind. Comforting Will gave him a place to fit. “A little—ah—wooden…wooden cottage like Castle Byers, and, uh…a picture of us framed above our bed.” 

Will sobbed again, trying to pull Mike impossibly closer. “You can’t be my Bob, I can’t do it, I need you—” 

“I trust you,” he cut in, as another tentacle started slithering up his back, turning Mike’s spine ice cold. “I love you so much. So much. Stay with Dustin and Lucas and El and Max, okay?” 

He gasped. “Not without you. I can’t—” 

“You can,” he insisted, but the tentacles felt too icy and heavy and he couldn’t. He ducked his face into Will’s neck, whimpering. “I’m sorry,” he tried, and it didn’t feel like enough. “I’m sorry, I never meant to—” 

And then the Mind Flayer pushed its way over his shoulder, and he had to stifle a scream, pushing back as hard as he could against the tentacles to try and give Will space to escape. It didn’t work. 

Gently, Will’s shaking hands came up to curl into his hair. The tentacle was slung across both their shoulders, now, tying them impossibly close together, but Mike’s heart stuttered more from Will’s touch than the beast he’d wanted to fight. 

Will’s face was quiet, full of meaning and heart and a deep, primordial ache. Hazel eyes shone in the awful light, and Mike just wanted to—well, he wanted to kiss him. 

A lot. 

“Hey, Mike, I’m glad you did,” he admitted, heaving a deep breath. “Alright? I—I would rather die knowing I was better for loving you, than regret never taking that chance.” 

Oh, god. 

“And…and if that means dying here with you, because I guess it does, than at least I’m with you. I’m…” His voice trailed off, breaking into a sob, and his forehead fell down against Mike’s. 

The Mind Flayer had practically already completely entombed them. It had been faster, before, hadn’t it? When Billy died…another William, oh god…

“I love you,” Mike whispered, fingers clenching in the back of Will’s shirt. “So much. I’ll see you later, okay? Later.” 

Will sniffed, breath warm against Mike’s face. “I’ll see you in the Upper Planes,” he promised, just a little bit of his old Cleric intonation peeking through. 

God. If this was how Mike had to go, he was just happy to be with Will. 

He just…

There were…there were sounds outside the window. 

Rocks, voices, someone crying, it was…there was someone besides the Mindflayer outside his house? 

A loud bullet shot past his head, and he yelped, eyes shooting open. Will’s eyelids were still fluttering, the room the same as it was before. It was just…outside sounds. 

They were shooting at them? What the—? 

“Will, hey, stay still,” Mike instructed, glancing towards where the bullet had gone. He thought it might have lodged in the wall. What kind of shitty guns were they using? 

He felt his breath catch. “What?” 

“Will,” Mike said again, “listen.” 

A bang, and a grunt from just inside the window. They were coming in. 

“Boys?” Nancy said, a click as she reloaded—hang on, that was his sister. His sister. 

It was like a dam broke all at once at her voice, letting loose a dangerous flood. A sob broke out of him, churning his stomach. 

“Mike?” Nancy asked urgently, just before another shot rang out. There came a low hiss from the icy arm slithered up his back, and he felt it start to writhe. The slime made him feel like puking. “Mike, I need you to talk. Come on, talk to me…” 

Another harsh reload. A hand was holding the back of his head, joining in the pleas for him to say something. He was dimly aware that his head had tipped back, but he didn’t think he had the energy to do anything about it. Something hurt, too, behind him. He wondered what. 

A shot. A screech from his back, and he was being pulled backward. Hands grabbed his wrists, fighting for him, but the suction was too strong. 

A sticky tentacle slapped over the back of his head, and the world cut to black as he just kept falling. 

••• 

So. The hospital air was gross. 

Nancy might never have been as close to her little brother as her boyfriend to his, or even half as nice, but she wanted him to be able to say at least she was there when he really needed her. 

Of course, he couldn’t know she had been by his bedside all day, and they had no idea when he would wake up (at least he would), but she wanted to be here. Jon’s friend Argyle had taken Will to eat (at least he would), so it was just her and her brother in his bright white hospital room. He had gotten out of surgery yesterday, for the massive patches of welts, cuts, and bruises, all over his back, and been moved straight here to sleep off the surgery on his stomach (at least he could). They suspected he might also have a concussion, but the worst of it had been circumvented by how quickly she had managed to shoot Mike free. Or whatever other bullshit explanation the doctors decided to market. 

Will, with his bruised, popped elbow and fractured shin, had been in here almost as much as she had, but she’d been let in first, so she had a little more time clocked. So far, she had been the only member of Mike’s family in the room. She had given permission for the surgeries, so she had no idea if their mom had even been contacted. Even if they were, Ted would still stay out of town with Holly. 

She was doing everything she could to help Mike out. So was it too selfish of her to wish, at the same time, that she could be out there, too, hunting down the monsters they had to beat to get to Vecna? 

Nothing had even shown up at their house. Just terrifying, tentacled vines, apparently quicker than anything else the Upside Down had produced so far. Steve and Dustin were coasting around town looking for more, Robin was keeping an eye on the high school gym, and Jonathan, Lucas, and Erica were barricading Nancy and Mike’s house—apparently, a sweet spot for paranormal activity. They were at most risk of getting cornered by Vecna. She kept telling herself that didn’t terrify her. Max was running comms, relaying important information between the groups with Cerebro because of its wider reach and clearer sound. Will had confessed he wanted to stay by Mike’s side in case of government overreach, and because of it she had even considered leaving Mike in his care to go help defend the town. But, once Jonathan’s friend Argyle had shown up to take Will away, she had almost made up her mind to stay. 

Mike looked better, yes—but not good. And the tentacle creatures had clearly been targeting him, from what she had seen in the living room. Was he at risk of Vecna, then, for more than just a connection to El? 

She wished she knew someone who would know. It must be nice, she thought, a bitter smile pulling at her lips, to be eighteen and not already have been a bitter, sour adult for years. She had done her best to set a decent example for her siblings. Maybe they, at least, could get it right. 

Nancy leaned back in her chair, a huff escaping her lips. She let herself sigh, tipping her head back. 

Another thing she was avoiding was how this felt like it could also be sitting at her brother’s side after he got hate-crimed for his friendship with Will. It was always something she’d been worried about, all too aware of the way people looked at him when they went out, how Ted had only started to recede into something that made her mother guilty after his son started gushing slightly too much about his friend at the dinner table. It was nowhere on the same level, she knew, but…she thought she might have some inkling of how the surface of it could feel, between Vecna and the terrible week Will went missing where her name was plastered up all over dozens of signs across Hawkins. 

Mike was not into girls. She hadn’t thought, when he was dating El, to bring it up—maybe he’d changed his mind?—but now she saw clearer than ever that her little brother still hung off his best friend’s every word. 

He was such a repressed sap, when he was awake. And he couldn’t keep his own secrets for shit. Her brother would inevitably tell her soon, as he was running off on some other life-or-death mission. Then he would hate her for pointing it out, probably cuss at her until she stopped, and they could laugh it off. She hoped he would do it. 

The Wheelers were not the Byers. They would never be Joyce, Will, or Jonathan, but they would be okay. She wanted him to be able to say she would be there for him, should he need her. 

The door to the room swung open, and a nurse appeared, pushing a tray filled with damp cloths, water, and ointments—nothing too dangerous. He gave Nancy a tired smile, sneakers squeaking as moved to Mike’s side.

His face was strangely glassy. She wondered how many deaths he’d had to deal with since Hawkins cracked like an egg all over. 

“Your friends are in the hallway,” the nurse informed her blankly. “You might trade out for some sleep while you can.” 

—

…aaaaand ending it there because it’s really a BEAST of a fic which i don’t have completely finished yet (and was totally meant to originally be a oneshot 😭) lmao hope it was decent!! <3

[definitelynotnia]

sorry i have to rant or i will cry i hate when im so angry that the anger comes out as tears

tw: random guy being a general asshole abt lgbtq and trans ppl so if you dont wanna deal with that today, cz ik there's already enough hate literally everywhere online, then please save yourself from this burden and move along, i hope u have a nice day bcz if i cant then someone should

i just spent my whole afternoon arguing with this guy- it was such a waste of my time i haven't slept properly last night and i wanted to take a nap but my nap time is GONE i hate this i told him im done with this conversation and that i dont give a shit about him enough to want to educate him on things and have him change his opinion i TOLD HIM IM DONE i told him that he can keep his opinion shoved up his ass and as long as he doesn't bully people i dont give a shit i was READY TO GO TAKE MY NAP but nooo this bitch is like "just say you've run out of valid points" like BITCH NO.

i can't have valid points to counter you with because all the points ur giving me are utter bullshit like how the fuck am i supposed to reply to "ppl assigned male at birth wearing skirts and make up is worse than war" like WHAT???? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF??? ARE YOU INSANE? what the fuck am i supposed to respond to that with? except that trans people aren't hurting anyone and war is, and he's like "at least war can be contained, these people are spoiling the mentality of the youth" like YOU ARE THE SPOILED YOUTH not the other way around, im like listen if you were really pressed about children and how trans inclusivity impacts children then you would have at least read more about that but if your first point is only "they're doing surgery on children" then clearly you have not even done as much as a simple google search so we both know that you just heard that in some random reel and went with it and you dont give two shits about the supposed 'children being made to undergo surgery', which they're not, and all you actually care about is looking cool and edgy by hating on the lgbtq community because thats whats in trend right now in india. he's like these people are too privileged why cant they just shut up and enjoy life they are rich like first of all rich people can have problems too??? also being able to afford therapy and gender affirming care does not equal to rich thats like saying if someone in ur family has any chronic illness ur automatically rich like ??? also poor people are trans too? and im so sick of these ppl thinking being trans is just an american thing or a first world problem like brother no? you are literally living in india trans people are mentioned in the FUCKING SCRIPTURES are u KIDDING ME? being trans is not a new sudden occurence its been there for longer than you have. like literally after 2 hours of conversation the only points he could think of to hate on lgbtq for no reason is

they are rich and privileged so they shouldnt have problems

if they have a problem with their gender they should keep it to themself and not fight it (??????)

they are running from their problems (they are literally solving the problem thats the part which everyone is mad abt its when trans people try to solve the problem by being okay with expressing themselves freely and to counter i said that even alcoholics are running from their problems ive never seen any of u andrew tate cocksuckers ever make a "joke" bullying alcoholics he's like thats different like literally all his "points" are him just saying whatever and then if u try to explain it with logic he'll be like no but thats ok bcz i said so and this is wrong bcz i said so like fuck you dude)

they shouldnt have rallies and stuff because there's more important things like war that the government should focus on (he was the one who said "war is a beacon of peace there cannot be peace without war" when i had first mentioned that its ironic that out of all the bad things happening in the world rn LIKE war the biggest thing he's worried about is a "man" wearing a skirt but ok sure now all of a sudden war is a big boo boo and we should all be focusing on that, so basically when he wants to hate on ppl war is irrelevant but when a marginalised group wants to fight for their rights that time war is the most important point and no one elses suffering is valid bcz there is war)

it is spoiling today's youth (im not even gonna talk about this because i do not see how people living their lives and just existing is considered "spoiled" and "corrupt" but people regularly hating on, bullying and degrading a whole ass community just because they are uneducated swines lacking critical thinking skills and a spine that saw some 'famous' youtuber or influencer or wtv or maybe a reel with 'dark humor' dissing on lgbtq and pronouns and 'blue haired girls' and now they thing they're oh so cool and edgy and dIfFeReNt and "not like those woke snowflakes" just cz they degrade and bully a whole community of people every chance they get)

im so done im SO DONE with this bullshit its EVERYWHERE its a trend now to be hateful and mean and an asshole to anyone who isnt "normal" according to heteronormative standards. i understand not having an opinion, to some extent ok i get it you're young you don't need to be involved in this yet but no, they want to have an opinion but they will do no research they physically shudder at the thought of reading a book and god forbid they actually google up a trustworthy article to confirm some of the bullshit they believe they will do none of this but they will scream and shout about how lgbtq is the problem and magically that is the only "social issue" they care about and they care soo vehemently apparently that they have to post about it and make dArK jOkEs about it and use slurs and degrade them every chance they get because THEY are harmful yes sure you who are actively spreading hate are the angelic saviours of society and a community of people JUST EXISTING are the ones that are harmful, right.

[skz4thgenleaders14]

I'm 14 and my family treats me like sht. am I overreacting?

TW!!! mentions of $h, su!c!de and mental health.

Okay so im 13 turning 14 in 20 days so basically 14. Me and my family have had issues in the past but it seems like they make fun of me for a hobby. First of all, im extremely interested in kpop especially the popular groups such as skz, bts, txt and my family constantly makes fun of me and calls me an asian lover which makes me super uncomfortable because im trying to just enjoy the music and support the idols and they call me severely nasty names on a daily basis that i will not being saying here. Since i was 12 turning 13 so back in 2022 i struggled with self harm, ed and looking after myself. My siblings would call me an emo lesbian that cuts and they also made comments like "shut up you'll kill yourself before you even make it to year 10" (im in year 8 as of right now). it hurts because they know what im going through and one of my siblings who says it even has experienced the same thing but thats no excuse to call me horrendous names. My parents are as equally bad they tell me im attention seeking and i just needa snap out of it. I attemped to end my life twice and haven't opened up to anybody about it because whenever i would ask to have a chat they would say "dont start this shit again" or "here we go again" and simply brush it off. The thing that affected me the most was when i start to have good days and feel comfortable about my body and scars my parents would point out my self harm and when I would politely tell them to stop they would say "well thats your fault for doing it where people can see maybe next time you should do it where we cant see" and I'd get called a cow, bitch, brat etc. This also overlaps on my drama at school. Im in the process of moving schools but its not definent. at my current school my friend tries to compete w me w mental health, she even admits she tries to act 'depressed' and 'emo'. she brushes off my feelings and acts as if shes the 'left out' main character yet i follow her everywhere,hangout with her, defend her, help her out yet its not enough for her. one day i decided to hang w one of my friends in class bc ive had enough of doing stuff for her without appreciation and she got mad and avoided me and started victim playing so i attempted to run away at snack break but when the attendence got taken the email went thru to my parents and they called me telling me to get back in class. everyone at school hates me because my bully moved schools after bullying me in year 6 and said some nasty shit about me. i also struggle from an ed and i have severe body dysmorphia but my parents tell me to 'just eat' or to 'just stop eating' depending if its a binge day or the opposite. my so called friend makes me ucomfortable and thinks mental health is enjoyable aswell as self diagnosing herself. i want to run away from everything but im lost and i dont know what to do. am i overreacting or is my family and friends actual assholes??

[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's Luvvvv?

~ Chapter two ~

TW: Nun! jus cussin and usage of the N word (As I said in chapter one im black so dw)

MADE BY ~ ME AND MY BSFS YURI AND KRISSY

Now Playing:

[Middle of You]-[Wiz Khalifa]

0:58── ❍───── 4:13

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I'm just Chillin' in my room, blasting music and playing roblox on my PC (yeah it's a childish game but I still love it.) My mom walks up stairs with Deandre. "Wuzzzuuuuupppp" Deandre annoying ass say as he finna sit on my bed. "Boy if you don't get yo dirty ass off my bed." I swat my hand at him from my desk. "Man its whatever but I only came over here because I need a re-twist" I roll my eyes but turn my game off "Go get my supplies and I'll do it. Its in my closet." he grabs the shit then sits down on the floor. I take his hair down and pop his forehead. "Nigga the fuck was that for????" I smile at him and look him in his face "For being an annoying shit now pass me my phone. He obviously complies.

Now Playing:

[So Sexy]-[Twista]

0:04─❍────── 3:51

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I pull him into the bathroom and wash his hair. But of course since he can't keep his fucking mouth shut he complains. "It's too much waterrr" I glare at him and just put the water right over his face. "C'mon I gotta blow dry this shit." I tell him to go sit in my room while I clean up the bathroom.

5 minutes later I come back to blow dry his hair and twist it. "Wow. For once you're not complaining like a lil bitch?" He does a soft laugh, "Just lettin you do ya thang. You get paid to do hair I don't." I smile at his niceness and I don't hold his head as tight as I was cus yk. I'm a very petty bitch. "Pass me my phone, I'ma play my fav song."

Now Playing:

[B.E.D]-[ Jacquees]

0:04─❍────── 3:54

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"This song be havin me in my feelings." i say as I'm tryna follow along with the song. He just leans his head into my lap some more and closes his eyes. "Don't go to sleep, you gotta walk home." he smies then my playlist shuffles to other songs. "Alright, done come to the kitchen real quick." we both walk downstairs to the kitchen and I turn on the stove, "Nah, you ain gotta make me no food." I look at him then laugh "Boy ain nobody tryna cook for you, I'ma press them naps out the back of yo head." I say as I put the pressing comb on the stove and I get a paper towel. "Pressin comb? that hot shit right?" I nod my head and he flinches as if its already on him "Uhm...we dont needa do dat." I hold his shoulders "aweee ya scared of the heat boo boo?" he shakes his head no but his reaction when I press his hair is different. "Thats how as fuck. Why you burnin me???" I roll my eyes, "Boy I ain burnin you thats just the heat" he winces until I say I'm done. He looks at the time

10:55 P.M

"You can stay over if you want. But you're sleeping on the floor." he gives a tired smile. "ight, thanks princess." he runs upstairs but just lays down on the floor and sleeps quickly. I throw a blanket over him and lay in my own bed.

11:45 P.M

Less than an hour later I still can't sleep. I turn to my wall and try to sleep. "You ight lil momma?" I nod into the wall but then turn so I can look at him on the floor. "Why is you awake?" he just looks at the ceiling "You kept tossin and turnin, ya ass woke me up" he says very matter a factly. "My bad.." he gets up and just lays next to me. "Go to sleep aight? I'ma be here all night sadly" I glare at him. "Whatchu mean sadly. My house is lit. And keep that bonnet on." he does this thing as if he's trying to mock the way I always roll my eyes and crosses his arms "Giiiirl quit playin an go ta bed" he says in his best girl voice. "Ya know what? Fine. Andrea" he looks at me like im crazy then says "Nah It'd be D'Andrea." He makes me laugh then rests his hand on my arm "Now go to sleep." I slowly drift off and fall asleep (obvi).

5:13 A.M

I wake up and I feel his arms wrapped around me.

"Uhm..." he blinks when he hears my voice "My uhm...my bad. but I also did want to tell you one thing when I came here to get my hair done.."

TO BE CONTINUED???

[gayhomominecraftmen]

before we begin just know that all characters are exactly that, characters, not cc’s

Ok I can’t fit this all into one reblog because it’s so long and I have more that will get added at some point so to the 7 people that likes this thank you I will not shut up now <3

FYI some of this may not align with your beliefs about Minecraft community and will be missing many communities such as the DSMP etc, but that’s because quite frankly I didn’t want to. Anyway just wanted to say that. You are welcome to ask questions. My ask box is always open. Now let's get started.

TW for shitty grammar but I don’t care

Beginning:

Ok so in the beginning there was Aphmau SMP, and to break it down they are all Primordials, sure you’ve heard myths about gods but the tales pale in comparison to reality. In reality there are nine constant members on Aphmau SMP that I know of and eight primordials, let me explain:

of course you first off have the leader and the “head honcho” Aphmau or her primordial name (yes that’s a thing mortals knowing actual names is no good) “Irene”. Irene is the primordial force of creation and hope, the epitome of determination, and bringer of justice. Irene’s abilities are powerful and correlate to her mystreet character, she can bend reality to create what she wants, influence comes easy, and she holds the complete title of supreme judge in the celestial court. (Yes there’s a court I really like trials sue me) Aphmau’s weapon of choice is a diamond sword but ✨fancy✨. Her powers also connect directly to her brother, yes brother. BECAUSE THAT’S RIGHT GUESS WHO’S NEXT???

Ein, or rather “Escalante” (hah) is the Primordial force of chaos and destruction, he is a silly guy, most of the time. His abilities also reflect his mystreet character due to the fact that when I was younger and watched mystreet I was a fucking nerd and liked Ein so yeah. Basically he can do what Aphmau does except opposite, max power could obliterate universes with a blink (literally anything you could think of that could cause mayhem boat stack trap, skulk sensors, tnt, creepers, command blocks, bedrock, literally anything), instills distrust and chaos (think Mystreet season 4), and just being a fucking menace, his weapon of choice is a sharpness 2000 gold hoe because I think I’m funny. Bro created the deep dark. Also he is gay, daddy issues, and much ADHD. Try me. Speaking of, let's talk about his husband, because I said so.

Okay before you yell at me, Pierce and Ein is a ship that goes so hard. That is all. Anyway, Pierce or “Shadow” is the Primordial force of the sea, fortune, and mythical beasts. I know it’s kind of strange but hear me out, how fucking awesome would it be to see pierce riding a unicorn? And by the way those sheep he keeps by his house are mythical totally, 100% magic im gaslighting you into believing me. Anyway he is based in part off of his MID(My inner demons) character but mostly just in his skill set, the rest is just silly block man who helps blow people up. His weapon of choice is a spear because I want it to be and I think it’s cool. his abilities are things like manipulating water and sea creatures to a terrifying degree, being Batman levels of rich, and his ability to converse, create, and befriend any and all mythical creatures. He should have a farm honestly, Ein doesn’t let him keep all the animals he brings home like a Disney princess. Anyway speaking of MID, the next person is ofc

Noi or rather “Nio” I’m so creative I know, but I genuinely think this is something he would do. Anywizzle, Noi is the Primordial force of luck, flight, and agriculture, man is farm life. He could win a fight on luck alone and barely do anything honestly, he is him, that guy, the cookie man. Agriculture is a big part of survival and he basically can control if a civilization dies or not because if he gets upset enough he could cause a famine. He’s happy a lot because anything less would hurt people’s livelihood. (Haha slapping trauma on this bitch.) he can fix and give wings to any he chooses.  his choice of weapon is a sickle because haha symbolism. Also founded the watchers and listeners. Did this because he wanted to have eyes and ears watching the wellbeing of servers but they went rogue. His character is partially based off of his MID character but again it’s mainly skill the other half is just a guy obsessed with cookies and baking. he is also I’ve decided Aro/Ace because fuck canon that’s why this is an AU. He is in a qpr with the one and onlyyyyy 

Mac or rather “anchez” (see? Anything shortened looks cool) another Aromantic because i wanna. She’s also not a primordial… kinda? Okay so basically I’m Mystreet there is a ghost named Evelyn that possesses a character kim(aka Mac) but this is my AU and since Mac and Kim are two different ppl, they come together sapphire and ruby style to create the Primordial Evelyn, the force of everything death. Yes this includes death metal because I thought it’d be funny. Anyway the abilities are split between the two when they aren’t merged which is pretty much anytime they don’t need to keep up appearances. Basically with abilities like resurrection they each have a job, kim finds the soil wherever it may be and brings it to the body, and Mac coaxes them back and does the fun sparkle magic thing to bring them back to life. She (Evelyn) also has the ability to raise ghosts and manipulate them to her whim. Choice of weapon is a scythe. Haha grim reaper. Anyway you want to know who I headcanon as Mac and Kim’s brother? That’s right its-

Zane or “Ro'meave” is the Primordial force of curiosity, innovation, and science. Bro created experimentation, he is not beating those mad scientist allegations. Character is based off of his Mystreet character and his clinically insane experiments on the SMP (I’m looking at you baby potion) he founded the council of admins (literally like the celestial court but for less important issues/the IRS of Minecraft) he maintains multiversal code and lives with a virus he utilizes in battle. Red stone is his jam and command blocks make him cry with excitement, in short he is a huge nerd. Weapon of choice is literally the entire US artillery in Minecraft but he also uses vines from the previously mentioned plant virus. (Hint: it’s the same virus that Riice was given on Kaboodle SMP for my fellow enjoyers.) now onto his wonderful girlfriend,

Kawaii-Chan or “Nana” (yes I know technically that’s her real name but again this is an AU and it sounds better.) KC is the primordial force of life, perfection and motivation. She is a healer and can instantly do insane healing with a few uttered words (only thing she can’t heal is wings, that’s Noi’s thing), she can create any potion (even ones that don’t exist), she can’t miss a single shot (her weapon of choice is a longbow) and is generally perfect at most skills and talents, though some things are subjective, she can manipulate people's desires, and finally she literally can fucking blood bend. You’re going to tell me that the person saving your life can’t just as easily take it away by overclotting or whatever the fuck it is that blood does? No. Her character is based off of her Mystreet character mostly though so while she can be a bit stalker esc, chances are you won’t die unless you piss her off. and finally we have the myth, the legend, the furry, 

Aaron or “Lycan” is the Primordial force of war, wilderness, and loyalty. He is the husband of Aphmau and a complete simp. His capabilities lie in flames and fighting, he can manipulate fire in a way that can be comfortable or harmful depending on if your name is Ein or not. He also has control over all nature animals but is prominently known for using wolves. (Yes he is a furry, no he will not admit it.) above all he has the ability to create or sever bonds between people, he could make them the strongest friends across the multiverse in one moment and have them at each other's throats trying to kill each other the next, Ein constantly tries to convince him to make more wars so he can blow shit up without repercussions. It does not end well. He is based off of his Mystreet character and his weapon of choice is also a diamond sword.

What the hell is an incarnate?

Incarnates are beings chosen by the primordials to carry out their virtues across their universe, each is chosen at birth but never told because they(primordials) like watching them(incarnates) figure it out, but it’s not always so fun. So you must be wondering, who are these chosen few and why are they only on three universes? The answer to the second one is simple, because I said so. And the answer to the other one is not so easy so lets dive in on who they are, why I picked them, and their tragic backstory. 

Disclaimer, some of these are chosen because of vibes so if you think there is someone better fit well- whatever let me live my daydream, (but please tell me who) also no one dies this is a semi-fix it because I feel bad for them :) death does not have to be permanent because Evelyn exists.

Empires SMP(specifically season 1)/ HermitCraft SMP (yes they are the same universe.)

Scott/escalante: Ok I know it feels strange to have picked probably one of the angstiest characters for this but hear me out. You already know his tragic backstory i'm sure, dead parents, evil brother, slightly suicidal, but listen. Scott is a form of controlled chaos. He will do what he wants when he wants to and he will look good doing it. Think about his ice, it can make cool ass things, orrr could massacre a kingdom. Weapon of choice as you know is a magic rune sword. Plus he has ✨issues✨. Also I think he is protective of things like his lover and his brother (like Ein) and because I said so I believe Ein trained Aeor and Exor, saw Scott and was like “how royally can I fuck with him?” And so he decided to choose him instead of his brother for Aeor. Does that make sense? Am I understandable? Idk lets move on. 

Jimmy/shadow: this is another hear me out moment, first off his ability to manipulate water works with his empire (“but wouldn’t that work better for Lizzie?” No shut up, I have other plans for her.) also I thought it would be hilarious if the primordial force of fortunes chose the poorest emperor to incarnate. Choice of weapon is a spear (i'm so creative I know). His tragic backstory traces all the way back to that’s right, EVO SMP :). When Grian got taken the watchers kept their promise that they wouldn’t hurt anyone… for a while. The watchers disassembled the server leaving a few inside, pearl, Martyn, BigB, and Jimmy. The listeners “turned” Martyn and Jimmy and Pearl and BigB got taken during the life games. Jimmy’s transition from normal person to Listener was painful and literal torture and he’s terrified of being alone now :) any way let's look at more.

Joel/Lycan: dude this start with Joel having an ungodly amount of wolves in the life games? Yes, yes it did. Joel is to Lycan for many reasons, the first being because it’s season 1 he lives in the mesa, the mesa is dry and hot, perfect for accidental fires right? Gee I wonder what his backstory is… also I take a lot of inspiration for him from life series and how he’s constantly alone in them, he’s always an antagonist and a menace on red. He’s also crazy. I'm right, don't fight me on this. Anyway he’s also hella loyal to Lizzie and I find it funny that the guy with no friends has the primordial force of loyalty behind him. Who’s ready for trauma? Because he’s so harmful as a red he isolates himself a lot from allies because he’s terrified of harming people. That rage is meant for chickens and horses. Mr. Mezalea uses a giant war hammer as a main weapon because he’s tiny and compensating. He is literally fire boy and Lizzie is water girl omg. 

Lizzie/Irene: ok I have stuff to back this up. Maybe you think she should be shadow but here’s why Irene fits better. So let's first talk about how she created an entire civilization in an impossible biome??? Wonder where she got the determination. She created lilypad islands with locals, she became a seemingly extinct hybrid, pretty normal tragic backstory you know? Dead parents, accidental amnesia, massacre of her home (coral reef) normal things. We already know her chosen weapon is a trident. Also she has a good moral compass, helping those she felt needed it and being a badass while doing it. She is in fact Joel’s therapist, fight me. Moving on,

Fwhip/Ro’meave: the admin, is anyone surprised? You shouldn’t be. First off, have you seen his whole aesthetic???? Bro is a walking invention dispenser. Curiosity and impulse are the only things that occur in his mind. Bro is a nepo baby on the admin council frrr. I mean sure he can get turned around with the wrong groups (fucking salmon man) but overall he just wants to pick things apart to see what makes it tick. No he does not get along with scott why would you ask? Main weapon is, yes, his inventions. And tragic backstory is easy enough, he’s from the stone(now crystal) cliffs but him and Gem had guess what? ✨shitty parentsss✨ that’s right, transphobic bitches are not allowed in the Grimlands. Besides all that he is extremely loyal to his sister Gem and his brother sausage. Next,

Gem/Evelyn: ok first of all you cannot tell me to my face that Gem didn’t study necromancy, that’s just something she would do. (Source: trust me bro) same backstory as her brother except she was of course the “helpless princess” in the eyes of her parents, on another note, bigots aren’t allowed in the Crystal cliffs. She studied magic to spite her parents and brought the kingdom from a small area to the entire mountainscape + the academy. Alright back to Evelyn, first off that is totally how she discovered she was an incarnate was through research. And also she is really bad at confrontation most of the time so she’s constantly to be on both sides, (kinda unrelated but needed to be said) anyway I just think it’d be neat so yeah, main weapon is spells and ghosts because how badass would it be to watch gem manipulate ghosts???? Like hello???????????????? Alright next up is 

Pearl/Noi: I’m not sure how much explanation this one needs really, I mean have you taken a single glance at Gilded Hethalania? Pretty sure that checks that off the list. I mean she literally grew a fucking beanstalk. No normal person could grow it, that's why sausage gave it to her. (Kinda shush), second being able to heal wings is such a Pearl thing to do, like, come on. Also her lucky duckling anybody??? And vibes just fit Y’know? Tragic backstory we already know, seperated from her pseudo-siblings and turned into a watcher- yayyyyyyyyyyy weapon is a scythe bcs I said so. Anyway to round off the empires group we have

Katherine/Nana: ok I could see why some would think Irene would fit here but like her whole thing was healing the undergrove, she wanted to be friends with everyone and everything, also we are not going to ignore a potion that doesn’t exist gets crafted by her? (For lore purposes but still) when she couldn't do something notice how she tried until she couldn’t do it wrong? Also when scott was found half dead in the snow, Katherine healed him. Because yes. Tragic backstory is her parents were killed in a war so now she is a voice for peace and tries to make sure people can always get along. Weapon of choice is two things because she ofc mastered more than one weapon (a girl has to defend herself) they are a bow and a battle ax. 

that rounds out all the incarnates in Empires/hermitcraft (they are one universe) and they are all mentally ill haha. We have a bunch of stuff to go over still like- 2 SMPS, fun goofy AA(you’ll find out what that means later) and ofc how the people figured out they were these incarnates so I will keep updating, make sure to hit me up with any and all questions! Ask box is always open!!!

Anyone wanna hear about my extremely confusing and yet strangely elaborate AU combining my favorite characters across SMPs?

[cryonme]

𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑜, 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑜

➵ Damino David x fem!reader

➵ summary: Your heart’s been broken and you haven’t been yourself. Damiano’s tired of you not seeing what’s right in front of you.

➵ word count- 1.8k

➵ tw- excessive alcohol consumption, cursing, damiano being a bitch, mentions of cheating, my really bad attempt at Italian words🥴(im sorry if its cringey I tried my best), minor car accident, self deprecation, mentions of vomiting, oh and attempted drunk driving (do not ever do this I cannot stress this enough there will never be a situation where drunk driving is worth it, even in an emergency, you could be a potential danger to others and yourself).

➵ a/n- my first Måneskin imagine! yay! kind of surprised my first one wasn’t for Ethan because that’s my mans but this idea just worked really well for Damiano, plus I got a request for something angsty with him, so here it is! i’ve been trying to write more gender neutral, which I think this is except for maybe a couple slip ups. I’ve been so used to writing with she/her pronouns for years so im trying my best to break that habit! I really don’t know much about the Italian language so please correct me nicely if I said anything wrong in this fic :/ I tried my best! hope u all enjoy, positive feedback means a lot!🖤🖤🖤 also sorry this is such a long author's note lol anyway im done xoxo roxie 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

“God, you are such a fucking brat.”

“Oh, that is rich coming from you, Damiano. Really, that’s hilarious.”

The two of you had been going back and forth like this for at least an hour, making everyone at the party around you roll their eyes in annoyance or watch you with concerned glances. The latter mostly from Vic, Thomas and Ethan, who knew your reasons for lashing out, and were a lot more patient than Damiano.

Ethan, being the most sober of the bunch, had called Damiano, who had plans to stay in with himself that night, to inform him of your excessive drinking, because no one else had the heart to argue with you. And Damiano seemed to always be ready for an argument.

“Don’t make this about me, cucciola.” The gentle nickname he usually used for you was laced with anger and frustration, and it made your lips twitch downwards in a frown, but only for a moment. “Do you know how exhausting it’s been to be around you lately?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, go ahead. Tell me how you really feel, babe.” Your tone was sarcastic as you poured more dark liquor into a shot glass before tossing your head back and letting the bitter liquid run down your throat, causing your eyes to water slightly before shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut for a moment, then turning back to Damiano with a fake, sweet smile.

“Everyone else is too pussy to tell you what they really think, having to call me to come talk sense into you because you’re at this party making an ass of yourself in front of all these people because you can’t cope with the fact that he shoved his dick inside of another woman!”

A chorus of gasps from the small crowd of people watching rang in your ears, you could hear someone scolding Damiano, but you couldn’t even hear correctly because of aggressive ringing in your ears and the white hot anger running through your bloodstream. Your smile fell and you could immediately feel your face heat up as tears threatened to spill from your glassy eyes.

You knew you were making an ass of yourself, but he didn’t have to embarrass you like that in front of all these people. You knew, deep in your heart, that no one could ever love you, and now everyone around you knew it too, because Damiano made sure to inform them all just how exhausting and unloveable you are.

Damiano wanted to shove the words back in his mouth as soon as they fell from his lips. His words were harsh, beyond harsh. They were mean and venomous and they hurt you. But maybe that’s what he wanted, maybe he wanted to hurt you for the way you unknowingly hurt him all those years. Having to watch you in the arms of another man that didn’t love you, unaware of his deep adoration for you.

How dare you hurt him when you had no clue?

You felt a dainty hand wrap around your wrist and you knew it was Victoria, trying to save you from the prying eyes and pity glances.

You pulled your arm away from her and wiped your tears with the back of your hand and turned towards all the people watching, mouths agape.

“Oh, shut your pathetic mouths, you’ll all catch flies. It’s a party, don’t you have anything better to do?!” Your arms flailed as you shooed away all the people that just couldn’t seem to mind their own business, encouraging them to join the rest of the partygoers in activities and drinking.

“Thanks for informing everyone and their goddamn mother how impossible it is to love and be around me. I think it’s best you leave me alone from now on. Fuck you.” You ended your statement with a jab of your pointer finger to his chest and you grabbed the big bottle of dark liquor and stormed out of the party, taking a big swig before you reached the front door.

5 years. 5 years you dated that fucker who never even loved you, who fucked pretty much any woman or man in sight behind your back the whole time, who used your mental illness for his own gain. You would’ve still been with him if you hadn’t walked in on him inside of another woman who looked nothing like you, in your home, in your fucking bed.

So, yeah. You were drinking more than usual, maybe a little bit more cranky than usual, maybe a little bit more unpleasant than usual, but didn’t you have every right to be?

You heard your four friends hurry after you out the front door as you began your walk down the dimly lit street, drinking possibly a little bit too much from the bottle that you had an iron grip on.

“Where do you think you’re going, amore?” Thomas called after you, not having to walk fast at all to keep up with your steps.

“Home!” You yelled, not bothering to look back.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Vic spoke.

“With my car.” You responded.

“That’s funny, (Y/n). As if we’d let you get that far.” Damiano said.

You smirked as you came to a stop and spun on your heel to face the group of four, causing them to stop in their tracks, and lifted up your car keys, pressing the tiny button that made the lights on the car right next to you light up.

“Fuck.” Ethan cursed.

After that one word, everything seemed to happen in a split second. You got in your car, stuck the keys in ignition, the four took off running in your direction, you stepped on the gas, your body jolted forward, and then the car stopped. Your keys left the ignition, your door was opened, and Damiano was trying to reach over to get your seatbelt off.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Damiano said in a gentle tone for the first time that night, softly placing his hands on your face so you’d turn your head to look at him.

You kept your hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel, trying to control them from shaking as your chest heaved up and down.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I- I’m s-sorry.” You repeated like a mantra as you kept your wide eyes straight ahead, not wanting to turn and see the look of anger or annoyance on Damiano’s face that you just knew would be there.

“Shh, it’s okay. Are you hurt? Please look at me.” Damiano tried again to turn your head towards him, and you let him.

As soon as you saw his tear filled eyes you began to cry and let your body fall into his while he removed you from the car and placed you with him on the curb.

“Shh, amore, shh.” He cooed as he ran his fingers along your back, keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck to keep your head up, unsure if you hit it or not.

“Did you hit your head?” A calm voice spoke from beside you. You shook your head no, but you felt your head being pulled up from it’s spot on Damiano’s shoulder anyway and you were met with Ethan’s dark eyes looking straight into yours, most likely looking for a concussion. He asked you a couple of questions before he deemed you as uninjured and let you return to your previous spot.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breathe.” Damiano said, trying desperately to get you to calm down as you continued to sob into him after Ethan’s evaluation.

“I’m so stupid, that was so s-stupid!” You sobbed. This wasn’t you, you would never get behind the wheel of a car if you had anything more than a glass of wine with dinner. You were always the one to take other people’s keys away from them after a long night of drinking, yet here you were, being a danger to yourself and the people you loved most, you could’ve run them over.

“You’re hurting, my love. Don’t be so mean.” Damiano frowned as he picked your head up from his shoulder and wiped your tears before bringing his lips to your forehead and pressing the gentlest of kisses there, and then letting you rest against him once more.

He eventually had to do some breathing exercises with you because your crying wouldn’t let up, coming to the point where you ended up all your previously drunk alcohol onto the street as Damiano gathered your hair into his fist and left sweet kisses on the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong with me?” You asked once you had calmed down after a couple minutes sitting there in mostly silence, apart from Damiano softly humming as he swayed you back and forth. Vic, Thomas and Ethan sat on the other side of the road, smoking cigarettes and talking in hushed tones, wanting to give the two of you privacy but not wanting to go too far after what had just happened.

“Not one thing.” He said, taking a drag from his own cigarette.

You sighed.

“I meant what I said.”

“Hmm?” You hummed.

“You’ve been exhausting to be around, cara mia.”

You were about to protest before his grip tightened on you. “And let me finish.”

You huffed, but didn’t say a word, letting him finish as he wished.

“What I didn’t mean was to make you feel as though you were unlovable, that is far from the truth and I am so sorry. But, it’s been exhausting watching you fall apart over a garbage excuse for a human being. You’re too wonderful for shit like that.” He took another drag, letting the smoke seep out through his parted lips before continuing. “He never loved you enough, but (Y/n), I have always loved you too much. So much it hurts me. I would do, and have done, anything for you and it’s been exhausting watching you fall apart when I’ve been right here the whole time. I love you. With my whole heart and entire being, I adore you.”

You lifted your head from it’s spot on Damiano’s shoulder and looked into his eyes with your teary ones.

“Um, I love you too, but could you say all of that to me again tomorrow because I don’t think I heard all of it and I probably won’t remember it.”

Damiano threw his head back in laughter and pulled you closer to him, adjusting one leg so he could pull you in between his legs and hold you to his chest. “Ahh, amore mio, amore mio. I love her.” He chuckled as he planted multiple kisses on top of your head. “I will say it to you a million times for the rest of my life.”

🖤 

im pretty proud of this honestly I hope u all like it xoxo⭐️

[fantasy-innit]

fluff for tommy or ranboo , , they've been thrgouhg s o m jhuch,, . ,

long week | tommyinnit x reader

OKAY so i didnt know if you wanted the smp characters and tbh i have NOOO idea whats going on with lore. sooooooo let me know if u want another one with the smp characters and I will gladyyy do it!!! <3<3

ALSO in case you didn't see my rules,, i do not write inherent romance for minors! it is up to you how you interpret this (platonic or romantic,, dont be weird!)

gn!reader

f/s- favourite show

620 words, sorry its a little short lol it's 5am at the time im writing this (i think this is posting at noon? not sure)

tw cursing, stress?

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the day had been long, the vermillion sunset cascading across the skyline. the beginning of the eve fell onto the city like a 'once upon a time' to a fairytale.

his inbox piled with message after message, and whether it was a friend or a fan, tommy felt no motivation to stand up and sit down at his desk. his phone buzzed against his pillow as turned over in his bed, stuffing his face into his pillow.

despite his disregards towards his phone, the buzzing persisted until he'd had enough.

he cursed under his breath and turned his shoulders around his back to reach his charging phone.

tommy gripped his phone and squinted, the bright, blue light straining his retinas. he stared blankly at the incoming phone call, but he turned up his lips upon reading the contact. he sighed and swiped to answer the phone.

"y/n?... what's up?"

y/n was tapping among their desk, and exhaled sharply, "are you okay? sorry if i'm being, like, clingy, but y'know, your seemed really bummed in the car this morning before you left for class."

tommy groaned and sat up in his bed. "yeah, yeah, fuck... i'm okay. just a, um, a long week i guess."

"okay, dude, now you're just lying." y/n spoke, getting up from their desk and plopping down onto their unmade bed, "i know you just a bit too much. and what i'm hearing right now is your lying voice."

tommy laughed silently to himself and replied, "man- i try to tackle everything and pretend like it doesn't have an affect on me. but, like, recently? each thing added for me to do feels like a stack of bricks on my shoulders. i'm so tired, y/n."

"oh, tommy." y/n spoke as they left their room, keys in hand. "okay, i'm coming over. we are gonna relax tonight. no streaming, no stress. i'll drop by sainsburys and get some food. stay put."

y/n pulled the door of their car closed and navigated their way to sainsburys.

grabbing a few of theirs and tommy's favourite snacks, they made their way through the unpopulated sainsburys.

a few short minutes later, y/n arrived at tommy's front porch and knocked softly on the door.

a baggy eyed tommy pulled open the door and sighed, pulling y/n into a hug.

"it's okay, tommy. i'm here now, and we can watch annyythinnngg you want! or, you know, we could watch f/s, but i'll do anything."

"uggghhh," he groaned, flopping onto his sitting room couch and looked up at them with pleading eyes. "i just wanna sleep."

y/n smiled and set down the orange sainsburys bag on the kitchen counter. "okayyy, give me a second."

they took off their shoes and sat down at the end of the couch. tommy scooted himself closer to them and placed his head into their lap. he stared up at y/n and smiled soflty.

"i don't deserve you. you're a great friend."

y/n sighed into a smile. "yeah, im great, aren't i?"

"shut the fuck up." he whispered as y/n twirled with the ends of his blond hair.

"mmm you can't tell me what to do."

tommy smiled, eyes closed. "i guess you're right. if you want we can put on f/s."

"aww so, so kind of you tommy. i think we can just turn on one of bo's specials. what do you think?"

"mm okay.."

y/n twirled a piece of his hair with her finger and with the other hand directed itself towards the remote and turned on the tv.

"you can sleep. go to sleep little baby."

he smiled, "go to hell bitch."

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

How Bad is Sia’s “Music” really?

I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. It’s not as bad as we thought... It’s worse.

TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface

Literally the first thing you hear while they’re showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know what I mean.

And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie

What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?

Less than a minute in and my reaction was already “what the fuck is this shit?”

So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?

The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but I’ll keep mentioning it

ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN

Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ

The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel

Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I don’t-

Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.

Kate Hudson really didn’t give a fuck that her grandma died

I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that he’s nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way they’re in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesn’t do it 24/7?!?

Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesn’t make them interesting in the slightest. They’re still painfully terrible and one dimensional

Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could “theoretically” “pick up” her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?

“A magical little girl” - autism isn’t a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?

Okay I’m not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)

20 minutes in and I wanted to give up

So she had her first meltdown because her hair didn’t get braided immediately and that’s... certainly interesting??

The fact that Leslie Odom’s character says “I’m going to crush you now”?!?

AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR

“I’m crushing her with my love” - oh fuck you, just fuck you

So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. She’s a fucking POS liar

I have no idea why he’s called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes

“He (his brother) liked to be held” - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED

“He is dead now” - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT

The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. I’m so tired

“Planning on sending her to the people pound but I guess I’ll keep her a little longer” - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY

STOP THE FACES IM-

^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^

So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, “He had seizures too, just like you”... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-

It’s like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but it’s really not at all

Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?

For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again

Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who I’m presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?

Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?

So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one

WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME

The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain

Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY

I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought

“I’m not saying she doesn’t want to change, I’m saying she can’t” - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or can’t do

Can I just say that autistic people aren’t constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We don’t see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!

“She can hear you from two rooms away” / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* — Also, we don’t have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?

“She can understand everything you’re saying to her” - she’s autistic not fucking deaf

Less than 45 minutes in, there’s another meltdown in the park

“I’m not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in public” - yeah please fucking don’t

So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight 🤦‍♀️

“She doesn’t know who she’s hitting” - IM SORRY WHAT

EBO LITERALLY SAID “TREAT HER LIKE A BEAR” when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT

“Tell her she’s safe” - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT

The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and I’m withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film

This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. That’s all she’s there for.

Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesn’t work)

This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot

WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-

I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...

I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.

LOJ’s only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white woman’s story. There’s like hardly any other depth there

The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldn’t even tell if they were into each other or not

I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And it’s not because I’m not “creative enough” or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasn’t. They were a mess. It’s just bad.

Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really it’s a shallow mess

So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music “try not to have one of your freak outs up there” and “if you could try to get it out now”... FUCKING YIKES. It’s not an on/off button, shut the fuck up

YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH

The fact that she just calls “DRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOU”, fucking end this please-

I fucking hate this bitch I’m dead serious

“We’re gonna send them to Haiti cause there’s been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, children’s bones were dislocated” - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT

“Gonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private plane” - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

“Pop stars without borders” - Sia thinks she’s so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-

ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU

There’s this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful

Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.

Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?

And there’s no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that it’s there and gets it???

She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... I’m not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there

So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but she’s not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???

Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Sia’s drugs and b) she’s stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!

She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender

The less said about the musical number here the better

Sia’s movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!

ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING

Less than 3 minutes after the last, there’s a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number

The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.

Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because ✨ N E P O T I S M ✨

I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? It’s just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didn’t do anything

“I have no one” - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldn’t be that you’re a shitty human being?!?

There’s a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES

Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???

Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number

Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims it’ll be “better for her” - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.

Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... you’re now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.

The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say “don’t go” - you can just predict it from the off, can’t you?

Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like “fuck it, I’ll keep her!”

Zu really went and crashed Ebo’s brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES

“I almost gave Music away” - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY

“We should sing a song” - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT

Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever

This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like she’s locked in her own head or whatever it’s called, and I just... *sigh*

Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end

I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level

She got a service dog puppy which... okay?

Oh look, it’s the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!

I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing

AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA 🖕🏻

Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. I’m so tired.

We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - she’s treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - it’s always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. It’s stuff like this that made me think “I don’t want to be labelled as autistic because people will think I’m a certain way”, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.

As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films I’ve watched. If you’re going to watch it, please don’t - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.