#if youre weird ill step on your toes

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 2: bad decisions -sfw/nsfw- ANGST!! Alastor x (f! bunny reader) chapter 1

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Alastors POV:

"al do you mind showing y/n to her room" "of course I would be delighted to!, come now my dear" walking down the hallway I glance behind me to see her following me, she's quite a small girl... it makes me wonder why something so small and fragile looking ended up in hell, she has a very interesting appearance a bunny rabbit?, stopping at her room I open it for her "there you are my dear, if you happen to need anything just ask Charlie or me" "do you have any clothes I could were?" "oh were are my manners, ill send niffty your way with some clothes in hand for you, will that be all?" she nods "thanks" "of course dear, now if you excuse me ill be on my way". Walking back to my radio tower I exit the hallway, when vaggie had told me we had a new guest at the hotel this was not what I was expecting, "I might have just found my new toy".

your POV:

as alastor left I turned looking around my room, it was fairly large with a big bed that looks the comfiest and a bathroom with a mirror. looking at my reflection angel was right I did look like shit, hearing a knock on the door I walk out of the bathroom, answering the door a see tiny girl "hi I'm niffty, alastor said you need clothes" she said handing me a pile of folded clothes "thanks niffty" bouncing on her toes she says "sure thing, it so nice to have a new friend" she said giggling creepily "uhh huhh... well I'm gonna uhm go.." "ok bye bye" she said before running off, closing the door I head back to the bathroom starting the hot water and taking off my raggedy old clothes, I stepped into the shower feeling the hot water cascade down my back "ahh finally..." taking the shampoo to my hair to scrub off any dirt washing my body and conditioning my hair I step out drying off. looking at the clothes niffty gave me, it was a pair of shorts with a t-shirt, putting them on they weren't the most fashionable but they were comfy and I didn't mind. niffty also gave me a black skirt with a brown sweater, probably for tomorrow. slipping under the covers of the bed I lay back looking up at the ceiling. this is really happening, I'm really in hell now. I'm a weird demon bunny thing. I guess this is what I get after what I did...

-flashback-

"father, you called for me?" I said walking into the living room were I saw my father sitting on the couch "y/n come sit I have something important to discuss with you, as you know we are tight on money and I'm starting to get to old for working so I have been talking with my good friend Edward" "Edward as in Edward Ellsworth?" "yes, he said that his son James was around your age and ready for marriage, I told him about you and they proposed an arranged marriage and I accepted" "arranged marriage!? but father-" "y/n please...hes a good man and will take care of you, just please consider it" "yes father..." "good, now get some rest".

-End of flashback-

The Ellsworth family, a pretty well off family, Edward is the head CEO of the company they run, having a beautiful wife names Emily they had two sons, James and his little brother Henry. James was a charming guy and good looking to, father and Edward grew up together and I met James a few times and he is rather nice so thinking about the marriage I'm not all that mad about it but I should have known better. James mother Emily was a gentle and kind woman, she was quite fond of me. I always had a strong love for children and being a mother was something I wanted in the future, so when Emily asked me for a grandchild I gladly accepted. It took many tries but after some time I was finally pregnant, James and I were so happy and so was the rest of the family. life was doing just fine and we even got a house together in a quiet place next to lots of wildlife, living next to a forest was peaceful. however...one day while James was at work I was doing some cleaning when I felt in excruciating pain in my stomach going into the bathroom I started bleeding everywhere. when James got home from work he went into our room looking for me until he spotted me on the floor sobbing holding our dead baby in my arms. I had had a miscarriage... when we went to the doctors to see what was the problem it turned out I was infertile, it felt as if my heart shatter into a million pieces. James was angry, I couldn't give him a child, and therefore I was a waste he started to become distant, he became more irritable and cold towards me. while I was cooking dinner I was chopping up vegetables, James had come home from work, being fed up I confronted him about his behavior and we fought, telling me how useless I was I got angry and slapped him and that's when he snapped, protecting myself I used the only thing on hand...I raised my knife and killed my own husband. Panicked I hid the body reporting him missing claiming he never came home from work and they never found out. except for his brother henry, Henry and James were close like two pieces of paper glued together close, so when he found out I killed his brother, It was over for me and he wanted revenge. Henry broke into the house With a shotgun in hand...I ran, I ran as fast I could through that damn forest, bullets flying past me left and right but, the inevitable always happens, like prey being hunted by a predator, I got shot right through the heart leading me to my death.

sorry if this feels more like an oc x alastor rather than y/n but iv wanted to turn this idea into a story for a while. I hope you all enjoyed these chapters, I'm going to take a fat nap and I hope you all have a good day/night!!!

-squerlly

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[jennywritesz]

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

au where tsukishima is a scientist at college and you're his apprentice

740 words

warnings: none + slow burn

chap 1/ ??

Kei Tsukishima, a senior at college– a biologist with an aura of mystery, stepped into the laboratory with dread. Today marked the first encounter with his new apprentice, a moment he awaited with equal parts curiosity and annoyance. The thought of him having someone watch his every move made his skin crawl. As he adjusted his glasses, his eyes had a hint of mischief, already concocting a string of remarks to test the limits of his so-called apprentice. 

In the corner of the lab, amidst humming machinery and arrays of equipment, stood the young apprentice, (y/n). She obviously had determination, her eyes gleaming in an intellectual frenzy. Your presence was a stark contrast to Dr. Tsukishima's sternness, yet there was a hint of shared intellect that was possibly the start of a great partnership. 

“You must be Miss (y/n) I presume?” His voice cutting through the quiet laboratory hum. 

You nodded, offering a wide grin. “Yes, Tsukishima, it’s such an honor to work for you.” 

He turned around and went back to work, motioning for you to come observe. You stood on your tippy toes trying to get the best possible angle, he took notice of this. You sighed in annoyance.

“Too short to see the table?” He grinned to himself. You felt your face heating up with embarrassment. You slightly nodded, feeling all your pride leave your body. In this instance you didnt think height would be such an important factor, but considering he was doing a presicion experiment and he had to have the table basically up to his chest– height was a major factor.

He would never admit this out loud but, he thought it was kind of cute. Maybe this apprenticeship would work out. You had heard plenty of stories from past colleauges about how mean and rude he was, but you didnt think it to be true.

“That must suck.” He snickered. 

You thought wrong.

“I see why people call you so salty.” you remarked back.

They dont call him salty, you just felt the need to say that.

“Salty?” He glared down at you, you forgot how scary he was.

You said nothing in response, just stared at him in defiance. 

“Cat mustve gotten your tongue.” He looked away and continued his experiment, lowering the table so you could see. Maybe he wasnt so bad after all. 

You never really had gotten to know him. You had just heard stories and seen him in pass you in the hallway. Even then he didnt seem so bad. He always had this mysterious allure that made him sort of attractive, your friends never even bothered to hear you out; they wouldnt get it. You always watched him from afar, and now youre working for him, it feels kind of weird to be working for someone thats only a year older than you– he was good at what he does though.

“Are you even listening to me?” he scoffed in disbelief. This snapped you out of your trance.

“Of course im listening! Why wouldnt I be.” you rolled your eyes. You werent listening, but you cant let him know that.

“Oh really..” he paused. “Well then, I want an essay on how beneficial each finger is to the body. Turned in tomorrow.” 

Your jaw dropped. Who does he think he is? Some teacher?!

“Err.. of course.” your voice had an underlying tone of disapproval.

He took his goggles off and lowered the table completely.

“Help me clean this up.” he ordered.

You didnt realize you had spaced out that entire procedure. What kind of apprentice are you. Clearly a lousy one. 

As you finished cleaning everything up, you noticed Tsukishima struggling to wrap a bandage around his hand. You wondered what happened to him. You didnt realize it, but you were staring at him pretty intensely. 

“I cut my hand on the door handle yesterday, they finally fixed it after that.” He said with a straight face, that almost convinced you to hold his face.

“Do you need help with the bandage?” Your eyes widened at your own response. What came over you?

“Ill be fine.” he said back with a monotone voice.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, again. How many times can one embarras themself? 

“You can go now.” That was his way of saying leave now.

You took off your lab coat and grabbed your regular jacket and headed out for the night. 

#tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima

[l-starlight-l]

The love of a Hero

Smoke Signals

A/N: listen listen I know it’s been a longggg time since I post but I’ve been busy man. This is the first story in my new mini series!! I’m so excited even tho I’m not so sure how good it’s going to be. I promise I’ll post more! Love ya<3

Description: You’re a new physiologist in the city and you share a smoke break with a mysterious masked man

Warning: smoking, cursing, mental hospital

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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You are one of the most successful psychologists in the United States. You have helped heal people all over the world. You mainly focus on the people who are more disturbed in the mind. You have been itching to settle down so when you got an invite to work at the renounced Gotham asylum you were over joyed. It was quite obvious they needed more hands since they have been having issues keeping inmates actually in their cells. You knew that this might be a stressful job but you’ve been through worse. Plus you had friends in the city who you could rely on.

On your first day you were immediately thrown into action, seeing the very ill people that filled the hospital. You obviously were not gonna make it through all the new patients on your list but you tried your best. You made introductions with many well know names such as; Pamela Isley, Harvey Dent, Oswald cobble-pot and a few others. One name caught you by surprise, Harleen Quinzel, you had met of her before. You shadowed her when you first got into the business. She was kind to you when others weren’t and seeing her like this now was going to be hard. You put her visit to the end of the day to take some time to prepare.

You had just got out of a session with “the scarecrow” and it had shaken you up. You decide that it was time for a break and some fresh air. You made your way to find a quiet spot to rest. When you pushed open the doors to the back of the building there was no one to be seen. This made you feel alittle better. Smoking was a bad habit that you couldn’t shake but had cut down on. You only feel the urge when you get stress which seems to be happening more and more often. You pat your pockets but they’re empty. A soft panic set in, not that forgetting your pack is life or death but is still a disappointment.

“Are you fucking kidding me” you mutter under your breath. You lean against a wall and close your eyes trying to relax a little before getting back to work. You hear heavy footsteps land right infront of you. The suddenness of the sound surprises you and you jump. When you look up to see who had dropped down you see a very tall and big man. He has dark hair with an unusual white streak in the front and gray-blue eyes that are covered by a thin black mask. You just kinda look at him confused on why he’s there and he just looks at you as if you’re the one who came out of nowhere.

“Um hi, can I help you” you say with a confused attitude.

He looks a bit taken back but opens his mouth to reply “what are you doing here”

“I should be asking you the same question, you’re the big masked man who just came up out of no where” you say now annoyed

“Oh uh sorry, I guess. Usually there’s no one over here” he replies a little embarrassed scratching the back of his head.

“Well I wouldn’t know, it’s my first day” you feel weirdly okay with just giving this stranger unneeded information.

“Oh well, wanna smoke” he says offering me a cigarette, I happily take it. Which in reality is a dumb idea.

“Thank you” you mutter unsure of what to do.

“I haven’t got a light” he pats his pockets. You reach into your lab coat and pull out a lighter. You put your cigarette into your mouth and he does the same. You lean up on your toes to meet the tips together and light them. When you step away and look at the tall man he looks very flustered and you realize that may have been a weird thing to do, getting so close to him without even knowing his name. “So you’re a doctor here” he says breaking the awkwardness.

“Yeah I am, and you’re one of Batman’s boys?” you question unsure since you’re use to super hero’s with a bit more red and blue.

He looks a little surprised and you start to worry you said something wrong. “I guess you could call me that” he says with a kind laugh. You smile at his laugh it makes you feel warm. “You don’t seem like you’re from Gotham” he states like a question.

“Oh um no I’m not, I just moved here last week” you say not wanting to give your whole life story. His phone rings and he reluctantly steps away wanting to finish your conversation. He looks annoyed at whoever’s on the other end and rolls his eyes before hanging up. He puts out his smoke and looks at you.

“see you around, doc” he smiles and then disappears. His smile stays with you, it was warm and genuine. You had no idea who he is but you want to see him again, he made you feel so relaxed. You sigh and put out your cigarette. You have to go finish your shift, you emotionally prepare yourself for your next consult, which you’ve been dreading all day, and walk back into the building.

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#jason todd #red hood #batfam #dc comics #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood x gender neutral reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x fem!reader

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | the sauna test

masterlist | ko-fi

words: 3.1k

warnings: 18+

spoilers for season three "the sauna test", mentions of abuse and violence, flayed!reader, brief references to sex

prompt: Could you possibly do a billy x reader but the reader is controlled by the mind flayer or something among those lines. I kinda imagine it like s3 and billy noticed you acting weird and so did everyone else. So they come with the sauna test and billy is their when they do it obvi. He doesn't like the idea of the sauna test but does it for your safety. If they are able to get the mind flayer out of her, he starts comforting her and giving her affection. But I would like one like that if you could. Basically just a Billy x controlled reader :)

It starts with you standing him up. Billy had been waiting for you. Wanting you. But you never showed, though you’d arranged to meet up in your special, secret place, an abandoned cabin on the edge of town, after work last night. And he isn't the damn type to let a girl waste his time, but you aren't just any girl to him. Before, it was always the chase that kept him in the game, but he’d worn you down well before graduation… and he's still drunk off you even now. He isn't supposed to be. You’d never named this anything but casual, and he's too stubborn to ask you to take the next step, though he knows you aren't seeing anyone but him.

At least, he thought you weren't. Now, a niggling worm of insecurity has grown inside his stomach. He’d never admit to it. Never let it show. But it hurts, because you were the one thing he had. The one thing he could trust. And for the first time since the first time, he doesn't know where he stands. 

You come to the pool the next day looking… different. Your face is waxy, a light sheen of sweat coating your forehead. You keep your face turned to the tiles while you teach your swim lessons, as though you can't stand the sun. Billy saunters in fully intending to give you the cold shoulder just like you had him — until he catches you on your way out of the changing rooms, half-staggering over your flip-flops and sweating through your swimsuit. 

“Hey. Where were you last night?” He grabs your wrist, a silent plea for honesty, or perhaps reassurance, which he hates. Despises. He should have been stronger than this, but you make him weak. 

“What?” You observe his curled fingers as though you’ve never seen them before — and when you look up at him, his breath hitches. Your eyes are bloodshot and your skin is burning through his palms. 

“Whoa. Are you sick?”

“I’m…” You frown, then make swallowing look like hard work. His insecurity quickly becomes concern. Heart-thundering, terrifying concern. “No. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fi —”

“I’m fine,” you snap, tearing your arm away so quickly he steps back, surprised. And that pisses him off. Because he’s really trying, and you’re not even apologising. You’re not even looking at him. You’re not you, and he can’t stand that. He remembers a time before his father’s abuse was normal. When he’d get home from school and Neil would ruffle his hair, ask him how his day was, but then later Billy would leave an action figure on the floor or ask for ice cream one too many times, and everything would change. Neil would snap. Billy would be yelled at, and then later, beaten. And he’s been terrified of that happening ever since. He can’t trust kindness because he was shown how quickly it can disappear. 

But he trusted you. Out of everyone in the world, he trusted you. You’d always been gentle kind, but you’d also match his attitude when you needed to. Keep him on his toes, with no ill intent. Even the sex is gentle with you most days — you usually beg him to slow down unless he’s been teasing so bad you lose all restraint, and it doesn’t take much convincing when he wants to feel every second, every thrust, every beat of your hearts syncing. 

He doesn’t know what’s changed. Only knows it feels like a sword tearing him asunder. Slicing through the space between you, where all of the most important parts lie. 

“Y/N…” he begs lowly. He hopes it doesn’t sound as pathetic as it feels. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head. Your voice is so empty, so cold, that he wants to shiver. “I gotta get back to work.”

“What about last night?”

But you don’t reply. You keep walking. And he lets you because he’ll be damned if you take his power now. He takes a few deep breaths in the corridor, blinking back his tears defiantly. If you want to be cold, he can be colder. 

So he rolls back his shoulders and walks back out to the pool, and he doesn’t spare you a second glance for the rest of the day. 

***

You don’t show up to work the next day, and only then does he let his worry overpower his pride. Because he knows how badly you need the cash, and the more he thinks about it, the more unsettled he feels about the way you were yesterday. You looked… sick. Not you. Even your voice was hollow. Maybe he should have worked harder. Done more. Made sure you weren’t at least running a high fever. 

So when the pool closes, he goes to your house. It’s empty. Not even your parents are home. That leaves him feeling even worse. He misses you like hell already. Misses hearing you laugh. Misses your smile. Misses the smell of your perfume in his Camaro. Misses the shitty music he sometimes lets you play. He misses being buried inside of you, savouring every moment he has with you, because it’s the only peace he’s ever known. And now all he knows is pure, searing anxiety.

***

Max and Eleven come to him that night. They ask Billy if he’s seen you. If you’ve been acting differently. He demands Max gets out of his room at the mention of your name — until she says she thinks she knows what’s wrong with you. He doesn’t believe it at first. Monsters are human, and nothing beyond that exists for him. He can’t imagine a creature worse than his dad, and certainly not one who could possess you. 

But then they tell you how they found you with Heather’s family, and he realises Heather didn’t show up to work today, either. It doesn’t make sense to him still. He doesn’t want to believe it. 

***

But he has to believe it. The next day, you reappear at the pool. He finds you in the showers in your swimsuit, the water so chilly that it creates a draught in the peak of summer. And he’s certain that Max and El are just kids playing make-believe, but he has to know for sure.

“Y/N?”

You don’t move beneath the stream of cool water, and he takes a cautious step closer. “Look. I don’t know what’s going on with you but…” He bites his lip, so used to holding back anything that might reveal how afraid and alone he feels inside. But it’s you, and he has to try. “I’m worried. I’m really fucking worried. Maxine is saying you’re possessed or something, which is fucking ridiculous.” He waits for you to laugh, but you don’t. You don’t turn around at all. You keep your head bowed, your back to him, and his heart aches. 

He takes another step and notices a black, bruised wound on your arm. It curls into your veins like snakes slithering beneath your skin. “What happened there?” He dares to put his hand under the water in an attempt to touch it, but he draws away when he finds it's like ice. He curses under his breath and turns the knob to shut the water off. “Jesus. What the hell are you doing? It’s freezing.”

Still nothing, like you’re not there at all. 

“Y/N?” His voice rises with panic and he places a hand on your shoulder, desperation taking hold. The moment he does, you snap back to life — only it’s not you. You slam him against the damp shower tiles with far more strength than he knew you had, your eyes empty. Cold. Gone. He searches desperately for any sign of you; that dimple at the corner of your mouth, that wrinkle in your nose, the blush in your cheeks. None of it is there. Behind the rivulets of water running down your face, he doesn’t recognise you at all. 

This isn’t just the cold shoulder, he realises. Something is wrong. Really fucking wrong.

He doesn’t fight you. He couldn’t. Even now, he’ll never hurt you. 

“Angel, c’mon,” he pleads instead, his fingers looping around the wrist pinning him to the wall. “What’s going on, huh? You’re not you.”

“I’m something better,” you whisper, pressing down harder. “And you will be soon, too.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.” His voice wobbles, betraying his doubt. If his own father could hurt him, anyone could. But he has to believe that you’re better than that. That you’re nothing like Neil. He has to believe that you’re still in there, wherever ‘there’ is. 

For the first time, he wonders if Max was telling the truth. This isn’t sickness. This isn’t a fever. You’re looking at him like you don’t know him.

Like you’re possessed.

“What’s happening to you?” he asks. “Whatever it is, let me help.”

“You can’t help me,” you say. “I don’t want you to help me.”

He tries to pry your hand away when it gets tighter around his neck. “Please. Let go. Let’s talk about this.”

“He wants you to join him.”

His blood goes cold. “Who? Who does?”

“It’s easier this way, Billy. No more pain. You’ll be stronger. Better. Nobody will be able to hurt you again. Come with me. Let me show you.”

He shakes his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. He can’t find you. He can’t find you anywhere, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Until Max’s voice echoes in his mind. This “Flayer”, the monster… it doesn’t do hot. Heat weakens it. That’s why your shower was ice cold. It’s why you were sick in the midday sun. 

He doesn’t think. With his free hand, he turns on the shower closest to him, setting it on its highest setting. Water sprinkles down on the both of you, steam curling around you. You recoil, your grip loosening, and he takes the opportunity to turn on the next shower and the next, until every single one pours scalding hot. 

“No.” You lick your dry lips, bracing yourself desperately against the wall. “Turn them off. Turn them off.”

But he can’t. He can’t let this thing take you. So he yanks you away, guiding you quickly down the hall to the sauna room. It’s still warm from the last session — warm enough to keep you weak. He pushes you in and locks the doors, reaching for the thermostat and hiking it up to its hottest setting. 

He knows he’ll never forget the sound of your screams. You’re banging on the door, trying desperately to get out, pleading. He almost sets you free, but he can’t. He can’t. So he presses his forehead to the window pane. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he says, trapping a sob of his own. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how to help.”

“Let me out,” you beg. “Please let me out!”

But he can’t, so he doesn’t. Instead, he calls Max.

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By the time the kids get here, you’re on the floor, covered in sweat. He sits on the other side of the door, his knees to his chest, listening to your incomprehensive babbles. He barely looks up at Max. “What now?”

“Please. Billy, please!” 

He stiffens. It’s the first time you’ve said his name. The first time you’ve sounded like you. He hauls himself off the floor without thought to find your hands clasped, your face splotchy and body shuddering. He did this. You’re in pain, and it’s his fault. 

“Please, Billy. I love you. I love you so much. Please let me out,” you say. It's the first time you've used that word, and it stings that it's not really you.

“I can’t do that, angel,” he murmurs, placing his hand on the glass. “Not until I know you’re my Y/N.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your face crumbles, but you’re looking at him, your hair curling into your eyes from the heat, and he sees you again. Finally, you’re on your way back to him.  “He made me do it. He made me do all of it. I didn’t want to. I swear, I didn’t want to, Billy. Please let me out. Please.”

“I know. It isn’t your fault. It’s okay.”

“No. No, it hurts. It hurts, Billy. You’re hurting me.” 

He flinches as though your words are a fist. 

“You promised you’d never hurt me!” you scream, and he stumbles back as agony, guilt, roils through him. “You promised!”

He did. The first time you asked about his bruises. He told you about Neil and you told him about your grandpa. How he used to hurt you and your mom even in adulthood. He kissed your knuckles; promised he’d never do that to you. Promised himself that he wouldn’t be like his dad.

He thinks of his mom then. How she must have screamed this way at his dad, once. He bites down on his own tears. They're seeping down his face now. 

“Let me go!” you scream. 

His resolve weakens. His fingers hover over the door handle. 

Max stops him, pushing them away. “You can’t. She’s trying to trick you.”

“She’s in pain,” he argues.

“And so is he. Because it’s working. He’ll say anything to make you stop because he wants to take all of us. We can’t trust anything she says.”

You crawl to the door, standing so you’re face to face through the window. You press your hand to the glass, leaving a handprint in the steam. “Please let me out, Billy. Please. I love you. It’s me. I love you.”

“Soon. I’m going to let you out soon, angel. I promise.” He meets your hand on the glass, meeting your eye.

And Max is right. There are still shadows there, though they’ve dissipated slightly now. That thing, whatever it is… it’s still there. Still controlling you. 

He sees it when you begin banging frantically on the door again a moment later, screaming like there’s not an ounce of sanity left inside you. You're going to hurt yourself, head ricocheting off the door over and over.

“Talk to her,” El says. “Remind her.”

He frowns, raking his hair out of his face. “Of what?”

“Who she is.” Her round eyes are full of fear, but she’s the only one who looks like she knows what’s happening, and he forgets that these are kids claiming you’re possessed by a monster for a moment. He forgets everything. He just wants you back. "She has to remember."

So he begins softly, shakily. “You remember the first time we met? You were sitting on the hood of my car like you belonged there.” You’re shakes become faint shudders as you look back at him — listening. It’s working. “I knew then. I was smitten. And then I tried to flirt with you at that party and you ignored the hell out of me all night just to tear down my ego. It worked, too. All I wanted was you, and it was pretty clear you didn’t want me, and that killed me.” He smirks sadly. “But I wore you down, didn’t I? Even went to that dumb school dance for you.” He bows his head, tears clogging his throat. “It was because… because I missed the ocean when I moved here, and somehow, you felt like waves. Invigorating. You made me want to swim when I was sinking, and you always understood me, even when I acted like a jerk. I hated that at first. That you could see right through me. Now, I love it. I love you. And I’m begging you to come back. Fight it, Y/N. For me. For us.”

Your pleas stop. So do your sobs. You’re completely still as you stare at Billy through the glass, the only movement your tears and beading sweat.

"Keep going," El orders.

He sees you there. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. “That’s right, angel. Come back to me. Remember the way we danced after graduation? We drove through the night, found a quiet place to watch the stars, and just danced to my damn car radio. Remember that?”

A slight nod. 

“And when you found out you got into college. I was so fucking proud. My girl is so smart. I just wanted to tell everybody you were mine that day. Every day. But I love having you to myself. I love taking you to that old cabin and being alone with you. Nothing can touch us, Y/N. Not even this. We’ll always be stronger. You’ll always be stronger.”

“I hurt people,” you whimper. “I hurt people, Billy. I did awful, awful things.”

“It wasn’t you, angel. It wasn't you."

"What have I done?" Your fingers curl against his, and then you sink back to the other side of the sauna, curling your knees into your chest on the floor. Your chest heaves with strained breaths as you tilt your head up, exhausted and limp, and all he wants to do is be with you. Hold you. He reaches for the lock.

“Billy —”

“I trust her. I have to trust her,” he says, turning the lock quickly. “Keep it locked until I say so.”

A hesitant nod. He opens the door, and you barely flinch, as though the life has been sucked out of you. Cautiously, he steps in and closes the door behind you, giving Max a look of reassurance before approaching you. 

“I’m right here,” he says, lowering to the floor beside you. 

Your throat bobs. “I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.”

He shushes you, knotting his fingers through your damp hair. You close your eyes, nestling into his chest. “Don’t be sorry, angel. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”

“Okay.” 

So the two of you remain in the sauna for hours, until you’re both sure the Flayer is gone. Until you’re both sure you’re you again. And your sniffles and sobs break his heart, and he’s terrified you’ll turn on him again, but he stays with you anyway — because he never had a choice before, but he does now. And he chooses you. He will always choose you.

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[the-way-of-words]

Let's Talk About Chemistry

Nick Ruffilo x Ofc (Tai)

Content warnings: p in v sex, thigh riding, public adjacent sex

Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. Rpf not your thing? Back button is thataway.

Request from @throwingmetothelions and fitting into @signs-of-ill-portent's writing prompt for Stare

MasterList can be found here.

Nick tries not to stare, choosing to focus on cleaning up his station while she closes up for the night, instead of just how soft her lips felt against his. How her body felt pressed into his when he pulled her across the center console and onto his lap. There wasn’t room for much in the cramped driver's seat of his car before he regained his senses, but those few brief moments had him harder than he could remember being. 

“Are you gonna keep staring at me, or you gonna come over here and do something about it?” She calls to him just as he finishes putting the last of his gear away. Tianna - everyone calls me Tai - is short with soft curves and a mind as sharp as a tack. She keeps everyone on their toes and the back and forth they have is easy, fun. It wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that she’s been working at the shop as their new receptionist for a few months and Nick has one strict rule: don’t date people you work with. It’s served him well, and he’s never had too much of a problem with it… until her. 

He hears her laugh as he feels his cheeks color. Nick should have known he wasn’t being as sneaky as he thought. Ducking his head, he huffs a quiet laugh. "I'm busted, aren't I?"

Tai snorts as she moves out from behind the front desk, holding thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "Just a little bit." Nick watches her lock the door, turn the overhead lights off before she comes to his station. Arms folded across her chest, she tilts her head up to look at him; and he can feel it; the heady tension between the two of them. It's thick, full of promise, and it’s only a matter of time before it snaps. “You know, I meant it when I said it was okay that you didn’t want to take things further. Yet you keep looking at me like that and it’s sending me some mixed signals.”

“And how am I looking at you?” He feigns ignorance, even if he knows exactly how he’s looking at her. Tai sees right through it too. Rolling her eyes and leveling him with a look that seems to scream dumbass.

“Like you wanna kiss me again,” and she pauses, letting the words linger between them as she takes a step forward. “Do you wanna kiss me again, Nick?”

God, he does. He really, really does, but — “Tai… We work together. The last thing I want is for things to be awkward between the two of us.” 

“Don’t you leave for tour with your band in a week or two?” Tai laughs. “I’m a big girl, Nick. I can handle a little casual sex.” 

“What happens when I get back?”

“I don’t know.” She says with a shrug. “I’m not thinking that far ahead if I’m being honest. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. But if you’re doing it because you think it’ll get weird, I’m not asking for anything more than what this is.”

“And what is this?”

She shrugs. “A good time between two consenting adults? I don’t know… whatever we want to call it, I guess?” It sounds as if her nerves are starting to fray; whatever confidence she had at the start of this conversation evaporating the more they go back and forth. He should say no, put some distance between them and go home; but that is decidedly not what he does. No, he leans forward to press his lips to the corner of her mouth before taking her chin in his hand and slotting their mouths together.  

Tai makes a surprised sound, yet she finds her footing quickly, pushing at his shoulders until his back hits the wall behind them. Nick groans when she opens her mouth to let his tongue curl against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand settling on the small of her back to pull her closer. She whimpers into his mouth when he slots his thigh between hers, and again when he presses it against her sex. Her hips rock forward to grind herself against him, and desperate for something to relieve the ache of his hardening cock, he can’t help but grind into her as well. She gasps, breaking away from his mouth, tipping her head back as they grind together; granting Nick access to nip at the skin of her throat, his lips and tongue working to soothe the sting shortly after.

His fingers pluck at her blouse, deftly working at the buttons until he can push the light fabric open and down her shoulders letting it flow to the ground. The sight before him makes his mouth go dry — she’s just as beautiful as he thought she’d be.

Tai’s amused voice breaks through the lustful haze clouding his mind. “You’re staring again…” 

Nick’s not shy as he takes her in, all soft skin and full breasts. “Can’t help it,” he says as his hands begin to wander, calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You are absolutely beautiful.”

“You know, you've already got me half undressed. Pretty sure you don't need the flattery--” her breathless voice cuts off into a small moan when he slides his hand under the soft lace of her bra to palm at her tit, swiping his thumb over her nipple. 

"It's not flattery if it's true," he replies quietly, removing his hand to pull the cup down, exposing her breast. He sucks her nipple into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as she writhes against him, tangling her hands into his hair. Tai's hips buck as she moves against his thigh harder, whimpering when he nips at her with his teeth. 

"Can you cum like this?" He wants to know, murmuring the words into the space between her breasts as he makes his way to the other.

"You keep your mouth on me like that, yeah, probably." The loose grip she has in his hair pulls tight, the sting shooting right through him as she pants, “Fuck. Nick… please.” Nick groans, scraping a biting kiss into the tender skin of her other breast before closing his lips over her. Hips undulating against him, she makes a strangled noise when his fingers play with her spit cooled nipple, pulling and twisting it. 

Abruptly, he's pulled from her chest, mouths meeting with a crash so he can swallow her wail when her orgasm crashes over her. As he kisses her, he hears her small noises of pleasure as the aftershocks roll through her; enjoying the way she moves against him as she works herself through the comedown. Nick stills her hands when they go for his belt, taking hold of her hips to move them away from the wall.   

"C'mon, not out here." Nick guides her to the small office in the back, pausing when they enter to dig through his wallet for the condom he thinks he still has stashed there. He makes a celebratory noise as soon as he spies the foil square before he’s going for his belt, only to be interrupted by another set of hands. Tai pulls the leather free from the buckle, her deft fingers popping his jeans open to let her hands slide the denim down, taking his boxer briefs with them. 

“If we get to do this again, I’m getting you in my mouth next time.” She says, taking his cock in hand to jerk him once, twice, “but for now… I just need you inside me.” Next thing he knows, his ass is hitting the old office couch watching, momentarily stunned, as she takes her pants off. His hands itch with the need to touch with every inch of revealed skin, and screw having her mouth around him; the next time they do this, he wants those thighs around his head. Her underwear hits the floor, pulling him out of his stupor, and he scrambles to roll the condom down his length before she straddles his lap.

They groan in unison when he slips inside of her, the sound turning into a hiss from Tai as she works her way down; rolling her hips until he’s seated as far as he can go. “Fuck,” she curses, grinding onto him, “I knew you’d feel good.” 

Nick nods, spreading his legs more, and he takes pride in the way she gasps when the action opens her thighs wider around him. 

“Lean back for me, huh?” He asks, taking her waist in one hand while the other lightly pushes her chest backward. “Lemme see you.” Tai nods, and he feels her hands brace on his knees, trusting him to keep her steady as she leans back, exposing her to his gaze. 

He curses. “Jesus Tai.” Unable to hold blasphemous words back when he takes in the sight of her pretty pussy spread around him as she rocks back and forth with slow, minute movements. Nick watches entranced as he disappears inside her, the heat in his gut starting to spread with each roll of her hips as she finds her rhythm. “That’s it,” he praises, using his grip on her waist to help her move over him. 

Nick feels near delirious, her wet heat scorching him from the inside out as she rides him and he’s close, can feel the telltale tingle in his groin, ready to let go. But he needs her to cum again before he does. He slides his hand down the front of her body to where they’re joined, letting his thumb brush lightly against her clit. 

“Oh shit,” she pants, breathless. 

“Yeah?” He asks, “Is that it?”

Tai nods, humming. “Mmm hmm — fuck, Nick — touch me, please.” 

He pulls his thumb away only to suck it into his mouth, wetting the digit before bringing it back to her clit. “You close?” 

She nods, picking up the pace as she chases her climax, and it doesn’t take long for him to feel her tighten around his cock. Her inner walls pulsing around him as she throws her head back, body seizing as she cums with a gasping moan. Nick curses. The sight and feel of her cumming around him has his eyes rolling back as he lifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into her as he releases into the condom.  

Tai leans forward to collapse into him, and he willingly accepts her weight. He lets his hands caress the skin of her back when she buries her face into the space between his neck and shoulder as they work to regain their breath.

“So…” she starts and he can feel her smile against his neck before lifting her head to look at him, “think you could give me a ride home?”

He can’t help but snort, rolling his eyes at her and letting out an exaggerated sigh. “If I have to…” 

Her answering laugh stirs something in his chest, but it’s something he chooses to push away, something to be dealt with later. They work together to redress and clear the office of any evidence of what they just did. Neither of them need or want whatever reprimand might come to pass if they leave anything behind.

Contrary to his expectations, things aren’t awkward after. Not as he drives her home and definitely not as he accepts her invite inside when they pull up to her place. And if he doesn’t leave until the next morning with rumpled clothes and a smile on his face? 

Well, that’s his business.

~~

There’s a certain feeling of déjà vu as Nick clears his station one week later. His skin prickles with the feeling of eyes on him as he moves in and out of the shop, packing his gear to be stored at home while he’s gone. Every time he turns in Tai’s direction, however, she’s looking everywhere but at him. He knows it's her, though. The coy smile on her face is a dead giveaway, but he leaves her be, deciding to spare her any teasing… for now. 

His phone buzzes as he’s walking out the door for the last time, the following message sparking an anticipatory heat in his gut.

<;Tai> So… your place or mine?

#rpf #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #nick ruffilo/ofc #nicholas ruffillo/ofc #nick ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nick ruffilo rpf #nick ruffilo smut #nicholas ruffilo smut

[turbotaxevasion]

Jason Todd Angst Drabble

Jason likes to pretend that he doesn't care. The real problem is that he cares too much. Especially when it comes to his younger brothers.

Jason steers his bike to the side of the landing pad. He shifts the gear to neutral and cuts the engine before swinging the kickstand down with his foot. He sits for a minute, straddling the bike. He waits until his breathing has calmed down. He swings his leg over the bike and stands. Just stands. He can’t turn around.

A small hand with long, thin fingers rests on his shoulder.

Tim.

No one else has those weird little spider hands. Jason looks over his shoulder, glad for the helmet still on his head. If it wasn’t, Tim would see glowing green.

“It’s okay.” Tim squeezes his shoulder lightly before letting go. “No one will blame you.”

Jason sighs. “He will.”

Tim’s mouth turns to a frown. “He’ll get over it.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Tim is quiet for a moment. The blue of his irises burns bright. If Jason didn’t know better, he would assume that Tim had taken his own dip in the Pit.

“Then we’ll make him.”

Jason nods and takes his helmet off, trusting that his eyes have gone back to normal. “Okay.”

The Batmobile roars into the cave. Damian is out of the car before the engine can cut. He slinks over, his posture prim and straight. Jason can see the tightness in his shoulders, though.

Tim taps the toe of his boot against the ground. “How is he?”

“Livid.”

Damian’s admission causes a churning feeling in Jason’s stomach. He feels ill.

The engine of the Batmobile turns off. The driver’s side door opens. Batman – not Bruce – storms over to the three boys. It was nights like these that make Jason wish Dick didn’t work over in Bludhaven. It was most nights, honestly.

“What were you thinking?” Batman growls.

Jason stands still. He can’t answer. His throat is too tight. He feels a phantom burning sensation across his neck.

Batman continues, gruff and angry. “A man died tonight. Because of you. You’re meant to use non-lethal rounds only and you deliberately–”

“He was going to kill Robin.”

Batman, stunned by the interruption, stands for a moment. He says nothing. Until…

“Robin can take care of himself.”

Jason can’t take it. “NO! He shouldn’t have to!” He points to Tim. “You didn’t see what I saw! He was cornered. He was scared. I wasn’t about to lose another brother! I had no choice!”

“That was not for you to decide!”

“Could you get your head out of your ass for two seconds!?” Jason feels like he’s a teenager again.

“We don’t ki–”

“You dont.” Jason’s voice was frigid. “You don’t kill. But what about them? The people we’re fighting? They do. And they aren’t going to take anyone away from me.”

Jason walks away, leaving Bruce – no longer Batman – standing in silence. He hits the button on the elevator up to the manor. As the elevator bells sounds, Jason looks at Bruce.

“Be glad they stand with you. Because you don’t deserve them.”

He steps inside and lets the doors close behind him, not turning around until the view of the cave disappears.

#i love reminding people that bruce honestly sucks in the comics sometimes #he isnt the worst but on occasion... #we love jason todd in this house #fanfic #fanfic writing #comics #jason todd #dcu #dc batman #batfam #dc comics #tim drake #damian wayne #angst

[horrorjunki3]

Can you write something about Chop Top and his foot kink? I have weird ass monkey toes that I can hold some stuff with my big and first toe.

Warnings: Canon typical violence NSFW, feet kink, chop top being gross?

AN: I personally find feet gross so I'm sorry if this is short - I however don't kink shame and I'm always happy to give it a crack! Reader is GN

Choptop's feet kink headcannons

He'd adore his S/O feet and would pamper them he'd give you massages and paint your toe nails

If you actively let him touch your feet he will feel so loved - even more if you participate in his kink

He kinda takes you rubbing your feet on him as an invitation to get hot and heavy with you - play footies with him under the table and this poor men will be a mess

The first time u involve them in the bedroom he cums so fast and is unstoppable he will fuck your brains out for hours

Give him a foot job please he will legit beg

I feel like if you wanted to Dom him - he will be more likely to accept if it involves ur feet. You wanna step on him? "P-please pretty thing, i-ill be good for you"

He totally kisses your feet and moves up to give you head

He will suck your toes he doesn't care if they are gross -> his gross but we love our rat man

If you let him fuck your feet while playing with his plate he will be a whiney mess

If you wanna tease him I feel like toe rings, ankle braclets, fishnets and painting your tow nails purple will get him going

If you can hold things with your feet he will go feral - please try and play w his cock

Since you were open to his kink he will be open to any/all yours

#chop top sawyer #slasher simp #robert sawyer #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top x reader #slahser

[strawberrybabydog]

insane to me the amount of endels who will be like "but im not properly diagnosed or anything!!!! sorry!!! didnt want to step on toes!!!!" i mean this as respectfully as possible but nobody asked and not a single person cares. nobody cares about the state of your diagnosis except you. if youre embarassed about it dont post it because nobody's even thinking about it except you lol. quit stressing yourself over nothing. i have never been asked for this information nor have i ever revealed it, and it doesnt change anything. also, most importantly, the label doesnt require specific diagnoses anyways, only that you have an identity caused by or deeply impacted by delusion. this also means nonpsychotics who have had experiences with psychosis are more than welcome to use it too, so you literally do not even need to be currently experiencing illness (or even fully psychotic) to be endelic or to have an endelic identity.

on the extremely off chance a stranger/anon asks you for medical information (which is what anons asking if you're "really diagnosed" is) you should block them because strangers are not entitled to your medical information anyways. it's really creepy and weird that strangers want your private medical information. dont let strangers make you think you owe them something or you need to prove something, especially at the sacrifice of your private, deeply personal information.

#endel #alterhuman #woof

[the-story-goblin]

But a bit of context for this piece in poetry format:

> Icarus is calling me <

"Everytime I take a step

more glass rips my skin

There is blood between my toes

it's been there for as long as I can remember.

For an eternity I've tried to ignore it,

But all my clothes are ruined.

Everyday I find a new scar on my body,

I don't even remember cutting that deep,

but I wasn't the only one with a knife.

I try to remind myself.

For an eternity they told me to ignore it,

But blood gathered beneath my nails

somehow that's all anyone ever saw

And I begged for someone to listen

but

to them I only ever cried wolf

as if tending to ones wounds wouldn't tint your hands red.

As is it was someone elses.

But it's pouring out of me

without halt

wrapping around

holding me tight.

All those paintings that look like bruises

Cuts that are tools now

Let me bleed my tears.

They happily cast their stones

Those without sin stood by.

Now, only I, hold it forever in my eyes

You cut me open, but had to look away

as I tore the wounds bigger for everyone to see.

They told me to be quiet.

But ever since I started dancing,

I don't feel like those things they called me.

My feet hit the ground,

I can feel myself bleeding out,

It is a dance I cannot do for long;

Just because it is pretty

doesn't mean it won't stain everything,

But can't you hear the music blaring?

It sounds so comforting.

My hands move on their own,

Drawing in the sky,

naming stars along my way.

My heart ripped out,

My walls are breaking.

I've had hurt for an eternity.

So even though

The flowers in my lungs are suffucating me

And the cuts are draining,

I can't help myself

But keep on dancing in the night.

So give me cuts and bruises,

Watch me bleed,

Cheer me on or hate on me,

Love or hate my dance with chance,

Prefer me when I ducked and covered.

But I smashed the glass that held me back,

I am dancing in my own blood and guts.

My eyes are shut.

I won't watch you, like you did me.

I'll bleed out,

I know.

But when my screaming became beautiful,

No one dared to silence me.

So watch my descend into madness,

it'll be mesmerising to witness,

brutal and gorey,

colorful and stunning.

I promise."

fiy, while I am most definitively going insane I am doing pretty good for my chronically ill ass.

Also if you're still here let me give you context to the context (I fuckin love context). I do a lot of art and writing related to my trauma (/or trauma in generell) and it feels a little weird to show it to anyone and everyone, but I love art and won't stop, because maybe someone will relate and feel a little less alone.

Trauma is nothing to be ashamed of or to be hidden, even though it looks very violent, but it's part of our expierences and talking about it helps. Yet it is still very personal and wantingnot to openly share it is super valid, I simply choose to do it <3

I'm still learning how to convey all of this well, but I do try my best. It is my lifeblood, pun intended.

#artist on tumblr #painting #art #my stuff #trauma art #trauma #poetry #poem #original poem #also this poem was too long for insta #fuck insta. #context #night #blood

[amysubmits]

So @tinybitsubby had made a list of questions that you and a partner could discuss. # 19 has kind of been stuck in my head. Curious how you would answer it.

19. Are you holding back because you fear judgement?

I agree that's a great question to ponder within D/s!

I struggle with rejection sensitive dysphoria, and I'm usually a really reserved person (though I imagine that may sound crazy to some who follow this blog because I'm not very reserved on here...idk, this is a weird space for me that breaks my norm, haha).

But anyway - I'm pretty reserved with most people and it doesn't even feel like 'holding back' to me, because it doesn't take conscious effort to hold back, it's just my natural state to hold things in.

CD has always been one of the exceptions for me. I am less reserved with him than I am with anyone else, by far. And yet even with him, there have been times where I have realized I've been holding back. On occasion, I've had realizations but was consciously worried about sharing them because of my own insecurities, but later told him. In other cases, I really wasn't even aware that I was holding back until something happened to help me to see it.

When looking back over time, I think I've continued to hold back less and less over the years. Most of it was communication-related. I used to think that saying less was correct or 'good' or whatever, as a sub. CD has always wanted to hear all of my thoughts and feelings and has encouraged me to share more than I thought I needed to, or 'should' in some cases. Over time I've learned that our D/s thrives when I'm really honest and vulnerable...so my voice has continued to grow in our relationship.

But yeah I think where I'm at now is that I don't intentionally/consciously hold back anything but I still have patterns of just naturally not being inclined to express some of my feelings that would be beneficial to express, even if I don't "need" to. For example, I used to only ever express the need for reassurance if I was almost panicking and couldn't manage my anxiety on my own. The last year or so, I've gotten to where I can request reassurance MUCH more freely, and that's really beneficial. Or another example, I used to rarely express my desire for sex with words. In part because it just doesn't come super naturally to me (I'm sure trauma, shame, etc is actually at the root of this but it feels just natural to me because it's all I can remember being), and in part because I thought being 'too' assertive would come off as less submissive, but I've found that it's good for me personally and for our relationship if I express my desire with words more.

And one last thought because I'm incapable of answering an ask without giving 100% of my thoughts... 🤣

I've occasionally seen other people talk about how they think that the ultimate goal of D/s communication should be 100% unfiltered sharing and immediate sharing. That they see that as the most 'honest' and therefore the best. They see waiting to process your thoughts/feelings as holding back'. I am very much for honesty, but I think sometimes our immediate emotional responses to things aren't actually our most accurate feelings.

To give a silly example, if someone accidentally steps on my toe, my first thought might be 'you son of a bitch!" but that doesn't make it my most honest feelings about what happened. My most honest feelings are more like...that really sucked, it hurt like hell, and I wish that didn't happen, but I know it was an accident and I don't have any ill-will towards you for accidentally hurting me. And that kind of a thing can happen with disagreements and other situations, too, of course. So my personal goal isn't to never filter myself at all with CD. I sometimes need time to process my knee-jerk feelings to find my more accurate/honest feelings, and also to find a calm and respectful voice and I value keeping our communication safe and respectful more than being completely unfiltered.

Thanks for the question :)

#asks #d/s

[loominggaia]

Most embarrassing reason FGG goes to hospital

God, just imagine the crap Dr. Che puts up with from these idiots... Whenever he sees a Freelance Good Guy sitting in his lobby, you know he's bracing himself for some wild shit.

Evan: Ate something he shouldn't have in his werewolf form. Or shoved something up his ass he shouldn't have in his human form. Either way, there's an entire butternut squash stuck in his colon. Dr. Che doesn't care how it happened, he just knows it must be removed...

Lukas: Suicide attempt, which is quite bleak but I'm including it anyway, because he was very ashamed of himself afterwards.

Glenvar: Somehow got a hook pierced through his ear while fishing. Also got drunk and tried to do a backflip off his roof. Almost died of alcohol poisoning several times. Let a UTI escalate into sepsis. Starts fights with his crewmen and gets his ass kicked all the time. Self-injures when he's upset and sometimes goes a little too far...Honestly just take your pick, because he's a frequent flyer to the clinic.

Alaine: Keeps banging random dudes without a condom because "they'll pay more!", and gets weird infections because of it. Her vagina contains bacteria species unknown to modern science. Has also concussed herself by getting drunk and falling off tables, like, way more times than you'd believe. Has overdosed on various party-drugs a few times.

Jeimos: Shows up at the clinic at least once a month because they think they're having a heart attack. It's always an anxiety attack, but they figure it's better to be safe than sorry. Dr. Che just sends them home with some chill pills and they feel very silly afterwards.

Isaac: Evan told him not to eat laying down, but Isaac ignored him and then almost choked to death on a partinut. Got scraped up and burned in an anthousai attack after letting a nymph seduce him into its lair. Nearly lost his big toe when Shadow stepped on it with her talon. Dr. Che has removed countless objects from Isaac's nose over the years: marbles, rocks, acorns, pencils...you name it, this kid has put it in his nostril at least once.

Linde: Got pregnant after a one-night-stand with a guy in college, rushed to a clinic to abort the baby out of shame. Accidentally fell asleep outside once and got a fierce sunburn, which hospitalized her due to her albinism. She looked like a lobster for weeks afterwards.

Balthazaar: Got really sick after he drank ancient wine he found in a dusty old tomb.

Skel: He's so afraid of germs that he refuses to set foot in a clinic unless he's literally dying. He once thought he was dying when he had a kidney stone. He dragged himself to Dr. Che's house on his hands and knees in the middle of a rainy night, crying like a baby. Not his proudest moment.

Javaan: Got his wiener stuck in a tree stump. Or a piece of furniture. Or a person. It's different every time, but Dr. Che knows it's gonna be a long damn day whenever a mercenary bursts into his clinic and yells, "Hey doc, Javaan did the thing again!"

Elska: Elska doesn't go to the hospital. She sends bitches to the hospital.

Mr. Ocean: Regularly gets fishing hooks stuck in his lip. Guess how.

Zeffer: The most embarrassing reason he was in the clinic wasn't due to any illness, but the fact that he was stealing blood donations from it. Hey, a vampire's gotta drink!

Meanwhile, Dr. Che:

*

Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

#ask #askliterature #askfunny #askche

[happer08]

so like everyone in the nhl is getting married so like, maybe dancing with ej at someones wedding???

OH MY GOD THIS IS CUTE

"no buuba my feet hurt so bad" ej was begging at this point, the wedding was winding down and he wanted on more dance, even though he said one more dance two dances ago. "cmon honey please, just one more and then ill take you home for a bath and a foot rub" "ej please can i just sit here till you are ready to go?" "honey i wont be ready to got ill you dance with me one more time" you sighed and looked at the mostly empty dance floor. "just take them off, ill make sure i dont step on your toes. i might even let you stand on my feet" he flashed a toothless grin adding a wink. "youre so weird" you laughed as he kneeled starting to unbuckle your heels setting them to the side. "cmon they are playing our song"

#erik johnson #colorado avalanche #anon #answered. #hes really hot #i love him #im in my bag #living for soft ej #hes everything to me #toothless goober #this is soft

[starryoak]

Gonna step my toes in the stupidest discourse waters possible, but personal musings (that I’ve told literally any person who will listen to me);

You’re all going to hear a rant I have about a shallow crossover comparison that’s way too popular. With the caveat that I’m not actually, like, upset with anyone for enjoying it, I just think it’s not as logical as some people make it out to be, and I think it warrants thinking about why it’s so popular despite the incongruity, if you’re into thinking about media and the things it can accidentally imply.

When people do Heathers crossovers with Danganronpa, it’s very logical to do so, as both are stories about the cruelty and murder of teenagers and how society affects them, but the single most common choice for JD is literally a character who is the total opposite of JD, Nagito Komaeda.

I especially see it done with the song Meant To Be Yours (bomb ass song btw) and that they’re made out to be similar because of that, the only thing they actually share is bombs and mental illness, and it makes me kinda wary that that’s what they’re boiled down to, honestly, like no one thinks past that.  

Down to the core of their characters, they’re polar opposites in their very moral foundations. Think about what they believe and what they’re like; JD hates the social system that birthed him and wants to blow it all up to show how fucked up it is. … and Komaeda obsessively loves the social system that birthed him and adores everything about it and would literally kill himself to uphold it despite how fucked up it is.

Let me boil it down to the most very basic; JD thinks ‘system bad, destroy the system’ and Komaeda thinks ‘love the system, I’d do anything to uphold the system.’

They’re literal polar opposites in terms of philosophy.

I don’t understand how someone could listen to JD’s ranting about the bomb plot in ‘Meant To Be Yours’ and not grasp that he hates society, and then think ‘yeah, that fits Komaeda, whose main defining trait is his obsessive adherence to the social structure of Hope’s Peak’.

I get it, bombs are cool, and it’s a thing now to do Komaeda as JD, like, a lot, but I have to admit, it still irks me to see how hard people missed the point of both their characters to reach their conclusions. It’s like they look at both characters and ignore everything about them besides ‘oh, wow, they’re crazy and want to blow things up, they’re exactly the same!’

sorry, the morals part does get me, like… the actual song Meant To Be Yours is literally all about how JD hates society, how can you ignore that and say ‘yeah, this fits Komaeda’

The entire point of Komaeda’s character is that he’s obsessed with upholding the system. You have to willfully ignore everything about both of them besides that they’ve blown stuff up and aren’t in their right minds, up to and including the actual text of the song itself, to connect them together through it, and honestly it genuinely does frustrate me that people boil down their characters into ‘crazy guy that loves bombs’.

It feels weird and almost… not maliciously ableist or anything, but ableist adjacent? I’m not sure how to word it, and I entirely realize I’m reading too much into a stupid crossover trend done for fun, but I do think if you’re into thinking critically, it’s interesting to muse on.

And again, to be clear, I’m aware that 99% of the people making things like this are just doing it cause it’s fun to draw stuff like that and have Nagito making crazy expressions (absolutely fun) and they aren’t wrong to do so, I just think it’s interesting to discuss stuff like this even if the answer is just ‘lol, cause it’s fun’.

I know I’m an anal wad whose obsessed with the text of fiction, but it really just sometimes hits me that other people take such different things away from the game than I did, lol. I guess it comes down to ultimately that, to me, a characters motivations for why they do what they do matter more than their specific actions, especially when it’s for crossovers and connecting characters, and for some people, the opposite is true.

#heathers #heathers the musical #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa spoilers #meant to be yours #jason dean #jason dean heathers #jd #jd heathers #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #discourse #this is all because I’m a pedantic loser obsessed with the text #who for some ungodly reason loves fiction that’s full of fans who don’t care at all about the text #and there’s nothing wrong with headcanoning characters as whatever you want! #im just a crotchety old lady #who wants people to think about the implications #of boiling complex characters down to being insane and obsessed with bombs #like… it reeks of a certain flavor of ableism that I can’t pin down #not intentional #to be sure #but it does

[gyutrss]

Title: Suck my cock baby

TW: SMUT

Warning: Blowjob, dick sucking, first time blowjob, Freaky talk

NONE OF THIS IS REAL ITS ALL FAKE

(Just a warning this is my first ever time writing smut so nb if it aint dat good)

Its 2:00 pm on a Sunday Afternoon you are just waking up from a house party sleeping in a leather couch you are confused but hungover and your head is killing you. You lift up your covers and realize that youre naked from head to toe, you hear foot steps approaching you and quickly stuff your head back under the covers and pretend to sleep as Lucas approaches you. Lucas sits at the edge of the couch then takes a glance at you and smirks you then uncover yourself to see if hes still here. There he is right infront of you as your heart skips a beat Lucas then begins to walk toward the front if the couch and grabs your shoulders as you tense up “Are you lost baby girl?” You look him in eye and second guess what to say then just lets out “WHO ARE YOU? And…and WHY AM I HERE?” Lucas, shocked by your loud tone pounces back a bit releasing your shoulder from his tight grip but then he stands up and lifts you up. Lucas is now holding your naked body and proceeds to walk down the hallway you try to release from his grip but theres no use, before you realize it you’re sitting in his bed naked from head to toe with your ass pressing on his white bed sheet. You glance at Lucas as he scrolls in his closet “Hmm..not this..not this either” Lucas mumbles to himself “Aha! Got it” you look at Lucas curiously as he begins to walk up to you “Hm” Lucas says as he holds out folded clothes “What is this for?” Lucas chuckles and starts at you then squats down to you. You then begin to become flustered by the sudden change in positions “Like i said earlier, are you lost baby girl?” You and Lucas are then staring dead into each others eyes Lucas then lets out “Do you want to try my cock baby?” You stare at him confused but turned on you can’t describe your feeling but look at him crazily but your thoughts take control of you and you blurt out “Ive never..done ‘that’ before” Lucas then stands back up and holds you chin then leans in to kiss you. This slimy but good feelings youve never felt before, your first kiss you and Lucas exchange slight moans then Lucas pulls you away and you stare at him shook by his actions. Lucas then begins to unzip his jeans and and pulls his pants down revealing his grey boxers you cover your eyes shook by his actions he then holds your hands and put then down “Dont close your eyes baby youre missing the show” Lucas says as he pulls his boxers down revealing his thick large cock “Wanna feel bby?” Lucas says as he places your hand on his penis. A weird feeling youve never felt before the feeling of a cock, Lucas then grabs you and puts you on the floor and your knees making contact with the cold ground, you look up at Lucas confused “Suck” Lucas lets out “H-huh?” Lucas then lets out again “Suck, now” you look at Lucas confused then place his cock into your mouth and look up to see his displeasure Lucas then looks are you disappointed then scoffs “You cant even give a blowjob? Fine, ill guide you” Lucas then holds you head with his two hands and starts smashing his large cock into your mouth as you start to gag “Nghh yeah just like that ngh” Lucas lets out as he whimpers you gag as Lucas continues to smash your face into his penis the pace continuing to get faster and faster “NGHHH I THINK IM GONNA-“ white stuff starts to forming in your mouth making you push Lucas away in bewilderment. “W-what is this? What did you just put in my mouth” you let out in a mad tone as Lucas walks up to you and holds your chin up once again as he says “Swallow” you look at him and your eyes widen “WHAT? Are you crazy Im not swallowing this!” Lucas’s grip then starts to get tighter “Im not gonna say it again, swallow.” You look at Lucas and see hes not joking, in fact he has a straight face you then look back down and swallow his tangy cum down your throat. “Good girl” Lucas lets out as he begins to dress you back up. “Now get tf outta my house bitch” Lucas says as he throws you out. “What . The . Fuck.” you lets out as you walk off the front porch

The end

Written by: Harmony

#lucas

[soullistrations]

had a GENUINELY unsettling dream last night

tw for like. chimps. and body mutilation.

so i was like. dating this really rich guy? I don't remember how it started but i do remember going to visit his house for the first time and my whole family and also one of my students was visiting with me. and the front of this guy's house was this enormous greenhouse with a big glass door, and a wide stone path with tons and tons of trees on either side. he was like, 'come see my chimps! they're great!' but then he peeked in and was like, 'okay, they're all out of their cages, but it's fine, i"ll just get their handler to go put them away.' and then he walks away and leaves the glass door to the greenhouse OPEN

and i'm like 'what the fuck dude' and all my family are standing around, and there's this like. dread just permeating the whole thing and i can't take my eyes off the door because what if the chimps come out and attack everyone? yes that scene in nope WAS scarring for me, thank you for asking by the way.

so then my student is like 'ill handle this' and goes in there and starts yelling at them to go back in their cages and we're yelling at her to GET OUT OF THERE and she turns to us and we're like NO DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON THEM WALK BACKWARD idk it was a lot of conflicting 'how to deal with wild animal info scrambled in my brain but long story short, the chimps start chasing us and we're running and there's like screaming and shit and it's a lot and i think there was like a sidebar documentary thing where someone was like showing clips of chimpanzees ripping people's faces and cheeks and lips off and then 'we now return to scheduled programming'

and then the guy that i was on a date with? shows up again and is like 'here's a side door, let's go to my protected kitchen thing they can't get us there' so we go in the side door and we're definitely missing some people and also his kitchen is laid out SO fucking weird

first of all it's a sunken kitchen but the stairs are like these u-shaped nesting stairs that you have to pull out, and there's this big gap in the middle of the stairs that goes STRAIGHT down to the ground, so you better step on either side of the u or take a plunge. and my dad was at the bottom of the stairs sitting on a stool that was also u shaped with a little nesting footrest and he was nursing his foot and i was like 'i'll get you some ice for that'

and so i go to the kitchen and the guy's got a separate fridge just to store chik-fil-a stuff, and another one that is ALL charcuterie supplies, and another one that is all beverages, so i'm looking for the ice and people keep coming up to me--servants or family members or whatever--and saying, 'so what do you think of the house? how's the date going?' and in my brain i'm like 'we're hiding out in a panic room because murderous chimpanzees have taken over the rest of the house and also this guy can't even boycott chik-fil-a' but for some reason the guy is ALWAYS hovering nearby in earshot so i just kind of grit my teeth and go 'it's fine. i love cheese, this charcuterie fridge is great' because if i insult him what if he kicks me out and chimps rip my face off?

so anyway i finally locate the ice and take it over to my dad, who has taken off his shoe to reveal that he caught his big toe on the corner of one of those u-shaped stairs on the way here, and rather than slow down and get eaten by chimps, in his panic he wrenched his leg away hard enough to rip his own big toe off, and he's showing me the gaping wound that used to be his big toe when i finally woke up and was like FUCK this i am NOT going back to bed

#this blog was once a dream journal and sometimes it still is #this one was NOT FUN y'all what the actual fuck brain

[gaytokiya]

akihabara haul !!! under the cut, its long. and like, 30% otoya

this reigen charm!! i put him on the zipper for my pencil bag.

this ai button out of a mystery bag (i already put him on my pencil bag oops!)

this cecil..pouch thing

him.

this tokiya notepad (+ a note to @/noellesilva >:)) basically i am going to write love letters using the one with tokiya on it and it’ll add +50 charm to my base stat

these 2 otoya acrylic charms but theyre super white >:( + a sneak peek....

HIM!!!!!!!!!! AN OTOYA POUCH THING ANYWAY I LVOE OTOYA SO MUCH

THIS MASSIVE ASS OTOYA BUTTON BUT ITS OK BC HE’S A CUTIE AND NOT FUCKING PALE IN THIS ART SO

this otoya....plastic sheet? i thought it was a folder when i bought it but its not. its ok ill probs put it in my binder or something. also i tried to buy another otoya folder but the cashier lady put it in a box and. i di dnt pay for it. so. home of phobia.

this iwaizumi sticker i put on my laptop :^))

these splatoon cards!!

and finally...these trans icons. i got sylveon at the pokemon store at sunshine city actually, but anyway. i love them.

i also got a bunch of free pics of this one idol ... anime?? bc they were being advertised in the mall everywhere cuz their first full album is out or smth. idk what it is but its called すとらべりーらぶ (strawberry love i think) and they’re basically just season one starish except they all look the same and also otoya’s the cat now. anyway thanks for watching leave a like comment and subscribe and make sure to hit that bell icon so that you can get notified whenever i post a new episode

#long post #for mobile #said kai #utapri #putting this in the main tag if tumblr wants to stop oppressing me but uh #if youre weird ill step on your toes