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aliveinacoffin · 10 months

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AHH I LOVE UR FICS SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️ COULD U DO MAYBE A SMALL FIC OF A FEW CHARACTERS LIKE HOW THEY WOULD ACT AS UR BF? MAYBE LIKE IZUKU,BAKUGO,KIRISHIMA,AIZAWA, DENKI,PRESENT MIC, IDK UP TO U! WHATEVER CHARACTERS ARE EASIEST! THANK UU 💗💗💗

AAA OFF OFC, I LOVE YOUUU, I decided to do all because I'm a people pleaser \^-^/

My Hero Academia Imagines

"Your Boyfriend"

How would these characters act as your boyfriend? What are their quirks and flaws? How do they act on those lazy Sundays? How do they talk about you to others?

Izuku - First date

Izuku Midoriya is such a nervous man when it comes to dating

When you two became friends, he was just fine around you

But when he realized he liked you, he reverted to that blushing, melting stuttering mess of a teenage boy

Even if he was an adult, he'd revert back to his teenage habits

While dating you, he'd think he was constantly he was doing something wrong or not doing enough, sometimes even thinking he was too much

Poor boy didn't know much about romantic relationships and would get insecure

It would take him a while for him to open up, embarrassed about his naivety.

Likes PDA, but doesn't go overboard: Handholding, pecks, and hugs

Anything more leaves him blushing and stumbling over himself

He confesses before you two can go on a date, and after figuring out your relationship he'll shyly ask you out on a dinner date because that's what they're supposed to do, right?

Was it obvious he didn't know what he was doing?

-A ringing from your phone gets your attention, and you pull away from getting ready to check your phone. When you flipped your device over, you smiled at the contact name. 'Izuku<;3'. For the past couple of months, you and the green-haired boy had been dating. The other week, he must've realized that he hadn't taken you out on a date, so he very apologetically asked you out. Without a shred of hesitance, you accepted. "Hey, Izu." You greeted. "Hi! Um, are you ready?" Izuku's voice was slightly shakey, nerves getting the better of him. "Yup! Are you here already?" You walked over to your window, peeking out the window. You smiled at his small form standing awkwardly in front of your home. "Yes, I hope I didn't come too early." You saw him adjusting his tie, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You're alright, I'll be down in just a sec. By the way, you look cute in your suit." You laughed, pressing your warm face against the cold glass. Izuku hummed in confusion and jumped when he looked up to see you. He waved at you, and you returned the gesture. Quickly, you grabbed your shoes and raced down to the front door, hurriedly putting them on while you opened the door. Izuku's blush deepened when he took in the sight of you, absolutely enamored by your beauty. "You look handsome." You complimented him, and he was just frozen on the spot. "Y-you look stunning! You always look beautiful, but just tonight you're so pretty, not that you usually aren't-its just-" You cut him off, pressing gentle fingers to his rambling mouth. "I understand, thank you." You tipped towards him and gave his a chaste kiss, heading towards his car. He hurriedly followed after you, holding the door open for you before he got in the driver's seat. You both made light conversation on the way to the restaurant, you trying to ease his nerves and him rambling. When you arrived at the destination, your eyes widened in surprise and wonder. It was the nicest restaurant in all of Japan, reservations were almost impossible to get unless you were literally made of money. "Izuku Midoriya, how much did you spend?" You gaped at him, now it was your turn to be in shock. He shook his head, grabbing your arm to lead you to the entrance. "Don't worry about it. Anything is worth it for you." Izuku smiled brightly, his smile so wide and bright it almost blinded you. A fancy-looking waiter scattered you to a very nice table, surrounded by decorations and people that just screamed money. The rest of the dinner he wasn't as nervous, he was blushing the entire time, but you could hold a real conversation with him. When he drove you home from the dinner he paid for, (despite your many protests) he stopped you before you could reach your door. He ran to the back of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses and a teddy bear in your favorite color. "Izuku." Your eyes softened, and he tentatively stepped up to you. "I wanted to give these to you at the start, but I thought it'd be better to surprise you at the end." Izuku admitted while he tried to hide his head in his shoulder. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into the sweet kiss. You pulled back, hands cupping his face while you two just gazed at each other silently. The moment was beautiful, he was lit by your porch light, highlighting him against the dark night sky, he was your light in the darkness. Izuku knew it was too late for him, the night casting you in a shadow, giving you a beautiful halo. You were his angel, sent from heaven up above. "Best first date ever." You smiled at him, and he just pulled you in for another kiss.

Bakugo - Better Than Anyone

Katsuki Bakugo who doesn't realize his feelings for you at first

Someone else has to point out his own damn feelings, which he denied to no end at first

'If you don't like them, why are you making their favorite meal right now?'

He may or may not have blasted them away, now thoroughly pissed off

He would never like anyone, they'd just get in the way of his dreams

Plus, you were too weak for him anyway, you could never be on his level!

So why was he making your favorite meal at eight AM for you to take to for lunch later?

Why was he texting you to make sure you ate, what time you got out, what your schedule was

Whatever, it was nothing! Just something he did to make sure your dumbass ate

It took you almost dying for him to realize how much of a dumbass he was, and he immediately told you to go out with him

Yeah, told you

Thankfully you agreed, and quickly your relationship grow and form

He already talked about you a lot before, but now it was ten times worse

It seemed like he was shit-talking you, but don't be fooled by his cruel words

-"What the hell did you just say." Katsuki Bakugo growled. His shoulder hunched over and teeth gritted while he loomed over the offending person. A new intern at his agency, some random high schooler from that shitty hero school in the west. They were now cowering in their chair, hands gripping the sides as they tried to sink into it. "I-I was just agreeing with you, sir. Your partner seems to be very annoying-" They stuttered, now panicking. "You don't know anything of my partner, you little shit. If you ever talk shit about them again, I will personally make sure you never become a hero." His thick gloved hands now caging them in, face dark and scary as he threatened the young student. "Y-y-yes sir!" They squealed and managed to run away from his terrifying form. Katsuki glared at their fleeting form, fists clenched at his sides. A hand found it way to his shoulder, and he mean mugged the offender. Eijiro was giving him a nervous smile, more concerned than anyone else. Katsuki shrugged him off and started to stalk off. Katsuki internally groaned when he heard the other man's footsteps catching up to him. "What?" He snapped, and Eijiro just gave him a face. "What was that about, man?" He asked, hand pointing behind him. The other man just growled and glared at anyone who met his gaze. "They were talking shit about my partner. I'm not going to allow that." He replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Katsuki expected Eijiro to readily agree with him, to say something about how it was the 'manly thing to do' or some shit. Instead, the words that left his mouth made Katsuki stop and slowly turn to him "Yeah, but so were you?" At those words, Katsuki blew up. Literally. "The fuck I was?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I love my dumbass of a partner! They may be stupider than shit, but they're better than everyone in this building combined!" Katsuki's shouting continued, his blasts getting more and more violent. Eijiro backed up, hands raised in the air in defense. "Hey man, I was just saying!-" "Well then shut the fuck up!" Over time, everyone in the office would realize just how important you were to the angry man.

Kirishima - Your Friends Too

Eijiro Kirishima who would be kinda oblivious to his feelings for you

He genuinely wouldn't question why his heart would race around you, why he felt so hot and nervous all the time, or why he would consistently check up on you

When you two started dating, you realized he was oblivious to a lot of things

He'd always have this need to protect you, and it was annoying at first, but you knew he was just trying to love you

Eijiro knew his friends could be a lot, and would try to introduce you to them

If you were the shy type you'd be immediately overwhelming with their large personalities and volume

If you were extroverted, you'd feel left out with their numerous inside jokes

He wouldn't notice that you were uncomfortable, and it would take you or someone else saying something to notice

-"And then!-" Mina tried to say between laughs, doubling over while holding her stomach. "When your foot got stuck in the goo! Like the time when you got caught in melted tarmac! Or when-" Mina kept going, everyone else joining in on her rumbustious laughter. Eijiro was practically doubled over, tugging on your arm while he gasped for breath. All the while, you just stood there fake giggling to at least feel included. The conversation had started how their day went and then turned to all the crazy and silly stories they had gone through as heroes. You job hopped, constantly switching between one profession to another while trying to find the one. But even with your extensive job history, being a Pro Hero was not on the list, and there was no comparison you had to that job. The closest one was a cop, which you had never had, of course. So you stood there awkwardly listening in to their history they all shared. Hell, even Bakugo was smiling fondly at the loud group, seemingly happy as well. "Aww, babe, I'm sorry. You just had to be there." Eijiro stood back up fully, wiping a tear from his eye while rubbing your shoulder in reassurance. It did nothing to sooth the ache in your chest and the tight feeling in your throat. "It's alright, I understand." You said, trying to brush off the negative feeling. Your smile was fake so as not to show you disappointment. Still, you were quiet the rest of the outing. At home, Eijiro questioned why you had turned mute during the impromptu hang out. "It's just, they're you're friends Eij, they're not mine. We have no common interests, and I can't relate to your stories." You admitted, sadness pricking the corner of your eyes. Humiliation filled you at such a childish feeling. "Babe, I'm so sorry you felt that way." He was at your side at an instant, strong arms enveloping you. "I never want you to feel that way. My friends are your friends, they really like you. Even Kats likes you! And he doesn't like anyone." You both laughed together, and he grabbed your hand. "Tell me if that happens so we can include you more, 'kay?" He kissed your cheek and squeezed you tight. "Thank you." You whispered, voice teeming with emotion. "Of course."

Aizawa - Lazy Sundays Are My Favorite

It's not that Shouta Aizawa doesn't want a relationship

He just doesn't have the time

He has two jobs that take up both night and day

But somehow, along the way, he found you

And it didn't matter what time it was with you, as long as he had you he was okay

Shouta isn't one for big fancy dates or grand gestures

Hes definitely words of affirmation and quality time kinda guy

He secretly loves praise and love just existing with his loved one

Most of all, he values you above anyone, and everyone teases him and calls him whipped

-You groaned, tugging Shouta closer to you. You could feel his strong fingers trying to pry you away, but your grip was unrelenting. "Just stayyy." You whined, pushing your head into his neck. His dark hair tickled your face, but you stayed persistent. "I have a meeting, let go." Shouta sighed, still trying to tug you away all the while attempting to sit up. "It's not mandatory." You peeled open your tired eyes, vision blurry while you tried to look into his dark eyes. "Please? I've missed you. It's been so long since we've had a day together." And it was true, it had been weeks since both you and Shouta had even just one day where neither of you had work. You barely had dinner together, let alone breakfast and lunch. Shouta called your name softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You softened your grip but still continued to stare at him. "I know, but I'd rather learn what's going on first-hand than relying on Kayama or Hizashi." Shouta finally pushed himself up, sitting on the side of the bed while he rubbed sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. "I'll be back before lunch, I promise." He said and turned around when his response was met with silence. "You say that all the time, and then something comes up, and then you're not even home at dinner." You said while playing with your hands, too emotional to look in his face. Shouta was going to shoot something back, how his job was important, or that you can't be so emotional, it comes with the job. But really, when was the last time you both had breakfast together? Or lunch or even dinner? How long had he been able to take a break with his spouse and just watch trash TV while doing nothing. Shouta got up with a grunt and left to go into the bathroom. He heard your disappointed sigh while he left, and it made his dromach twist in guilt. He picked up his phone and dialed his boss, "Shouta? Will you be able to make it?"No, I've got a stomach bug or something. And I can't make it into work tomorrow either, I've got a family emergency." Shoutas voice was blank, leaving no room for lies or argument. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm just glad you're spending more time with your partner!" With that, the little mouse hung up, and Shouta stared at his voice in muted shock. He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Shouta tugged on your curled up form, pulling you into him. He pressed kisses up and down your neck, and you jolted at the feeling. "Sho? I thought you that meeting?" You turned around and faced him. He shook his head, "They'll be fine without me for a day. I also got tomorrow off." You smiled, and pulled him into your chest. "Thank you." "Of course, I missed just spending time with you."

Denki - Anything With You

Denki Kaminari who subtly hits on every girl in all his classes/that he meets

You miss all the shots you don't try, right?

Well, when you reject him the first time, he'd usually give up and move on

But he doesn't

Instead, he pestered you until you gave in

And by that time, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and would spend all of his time with you if he could

If you like video games, great! He'll find all the two player/multi-player games for you two

If you like movies, he'll sit down and watch all your favs and more

The list goes on

But what if you like something mundane and 'boring'?

Something that would leave the electric man all wound up with excess energy?

-"Baaabe? What'cha doinnnn?" You heard your boyfriend's voice call out to you from somewhere in the depths of your home. For the past year or so, you two have been living together in bliss. The weekends were a time you both had together. You didn't go to a fancy hero school like him, so your climb to the top was slow. Not that you wanted to, though. The life of a billboard hero seemed stressful, so you were content with being a local hero. On the other hand, Denki often had his week loaded with the work of a pro, so you understood that he was out most days. So, most weekends were your downtime to just relax around one another. Usually, Denki played games with his online or irl friends, and you read out in the book nook. Content with just each other's presence, but when you heard the padding of his feet come closer to you, you knew he had a devious idea planned. He called out to you, and you marked the page of the book you were currently reading to look up at his bright form. "Whatcha doin'?" He rolled back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. "I'm readin' Denki. What are you doing?" You smiled all the while looking at him with suspicion. "Nothing." He crawled up beside you, snuggling into your side. "Will you read to me?" You made a surprised face, but you couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes while he pulled you closer to him. "I'm really far into the book. You might be confused, but....yeah, I will." True to your promise, you continued to read but aloud this time. After a paragraph or two, he seemed to grow restless. He started to play with your hair, then moved to pulling threads of the plush cushions, and just couldn't stay still in one position. "Denki? Are you alright?" You questioned, confused at his restless state. "Yeah! I'm just...fidgety, I'm sorry." Denki immediately stopped his movements and sat up, his attention now one hundred percent on you. "It's alright, you just don't seem very interested." You replied, mouth pulling to the side in a neutral motion. "It's not that! I just, I want to spend more time with you, and I know you're not super into video games, so I thought if you read to me then it'd be cool, but I just can't stay still. I'm sorry." His shoulders were hunched down, and he looked genuinely apologetic and sad. "No, it's alright, I should've figured someone so active would be bored by this." He perked up at your words and was about to protest before you cut him off. "Why don't I just read in your gaming room? Body double with you?" You asked, open to the idea. Denki immediately shot up at the idea, turning into an excited puppy. "Hell yeah!" He shot up and dragged you by the hand to his room. Later, he'd show his gratitude with cuddles and kisses.

Hizashi - Working Days

Hizashi Yamada works a lot

For an easygoing and loose guy, he really does have a shit ton of work

He tries to make time for you, he really does

He did warn you before you started dating that his job(jobs) were important

He wasn't just a celebrity pro, no, he did pro work, on top of being a radio host, on top of being the head of director for the emergency broadcasting system and the director for all hero communications, on top of being a teacher

So yeah, he had his work cut out for him with four fucking full jobs

Least to say he was exhausted most of the time

He made as much time for you as he could, he really tried and he really loved you

He just worked, literally everyday

He tried to be as attentive as he could be, but being as hyper and stretched thin as he was

He was forgetful

-"Hizashi." You called out to him from the kitchen. "Hizashi?" You called out again when you were met with silence. You peeked out from the kitchen, trying to search for him in the early hours of the morning. Suddenly, he burst out of the darkness, and you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of him. Hizashi was hopping around, trying to put his leather pants on while trying to lace his shoes and trying to brush his teeth. "Amor, stop." You laughed, putting two hands on his exposed chest. He looked up at you and mumbled a response through a toothbrush and toothpaste. "One thing at a time, remember?" You leaned down to tie his shoes for him, and Hizashi continued to scrub angrily at his teeth. You continued to dress him, pulling up his pants and butting his shirt. When you made eye contact again, you kissed his cheek. Hizhashi then rushed to the kitchen and spit out the foam. "Thank you love, he pressed a toothpaste-y kiss to your cheek, and you rubbed it away. "I made you lunch and breakfast." You whispered, voice still croaky from last night's dreams. "Oh, thank you so much, I don't have time this morning to prep, and I didn't last night." He rubbed his mouth clean and disappeared to the bathroom to finish his hair. You sighed in disappointment, feeling a little sad at the thought Hizashi might’ve forgotten what day it was. Today would mark three years of your relationship and two years of living together. You sighed and turned back into the kitchen to reflect over to the empty sink. You knew Hizashi was a busy man. The money he made from his jobs was enough to show for it. You just wished he had more time for you, but most importantly, for him. No one knew he had dark eyebags. The concealer he wore every day hid his exhaustion. The coffee and energy drinks he basically lived off of hid his sluggish nature. Truly, he was a living, breathing facade. If it weren't for you, you weren't even sure he would even eat. You heard him rush out the bathroom again, adorning his usual get-up. You met him at the doorway, swaying with sleep. Usually, you didn't even get up before ten, but for him, you got up at five to make sure he got out in time. Hizashi kissed you, and the both of you stayed there for just a moment. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. "Swing by for lunch, alright? I have a surprise for you." He smiled, and even though you couldn't see the crinkle of his eyes, the sound of his mouth growing wider assured you it was real. "Okay." And with one last kiss, he left. Later in the day, when you did infant, swing by, you were greeted by cherry blossoms and the whole of UA lining up to greet you. At the end of the line, where students and staff threw the sweet leaves at you, was your darling boyfriend. Hizashi said your name with such emotion that it made you tear up. "I've loved you the moment I saw you, and I knew you had to be mine the second you opened your mouth. All these years, you've stayed by my side through hell and back. So, in honor of our three year anniversary, I wanted to ask you an important question. Will you marry me?" Bursting into tears, you babbled your answer. Even though Hizashi's work schedule was hellish, you knew he'd stick by your side no matter what. Every opportunity he tried to spend time with you, and he was always an adoring and attentive husband. Willing to do whatever you wanted, whenever. So, the answer came easy to you. "Yes!"

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This took,,,,so long LMAO I was in the middle of a miguel fic and I got this request and I was like awww. This was a BEAST. Writing fics on mobile is a B.I.T.C.H, plus YELLOW DOESNT FUCKING EXSISY ON HERE SO I COULDNT COLOR DENKIS STUFF but anyways,,, here yalls go

edit;; fixed the missing yellow now that I'm home

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tinydemonpuppy · 5 months

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It's a Sunday, I know mommy is coming over today but not yet when... Last week I gave her a key so she can just show up at any time. Eagerly waiting in discord telling my friends I'm excited but nervous for what is about to happen, checking my room door every few minutes to see if I can hear mommy coming but doesn't show up for hours. at this point my friends are laughing at the fact that's I'm dying inside from the wait and excitement not able to function properly while telling me "this is what you signed up for, isn't it..." "its your own fault" while they keep joking on even though I got all shy and flustered barely able to speak (that turned me on a lot)

It's time. As I hear the front door unlock I get up, run and jump into mommy's arms while she lifts me up and pins me to the wall to give me lots of horny kisses. But mommy has to pee very badly... So she puts me on all fours and spanks my ass hard telling me to crawl to the shower where she started peeing over my face and have it dripping down my naked body but mommy wasn't done yet... Mommy is never done... she then grabbed me by my hair and started face fucking me trying to push her big girlcock down my throat deeper and deeper till she pulled out and cummed all over my face so she could then clean me off with more pee. after that I'm just sitting there on the floor for a moment as a hot dirty mess defeated and barely able to think

Mommy turned on the showers and washed me of then padded me dry so we can have some dinner and cuddels. Mommy always takes good care of me after we do stuff like this 🩷 She needs some appreciation because she is such a good and respectful owner!

Anyways... all of a sudden she brings out a package and tells me to sit. As she gave me the first gift I jumped up and started kissing her without opening the package first... it was an anal hook! Wich I have been wanting to try for so longggg. The next gift was a cute blond puppy tail plug it's so pretty and completely made my heart melt (pictures soon). The third gift was a huge speculum that can fit almost 2 fists... the thought of that made my legs shake since mommy had been very vocal about fisting the past week. Soon... Soon...

Later in the evening we are watching a video as I'm all curled up in mommys arms cuddling until have the sudden urge to start biting her arm. Hasitating because she might punish me I bite her but softly. I notice I'm turning her on and doesn't stop me from touching her so I get on top and start biting her all over trying to be gentile as I bite mommys nipples and stroke her girldick. Then I started riding mommy but I have very bad stamina so when I couldn't continue I begged for mommy to fuck me. As she started pounding my ass roughly I started to wimper and wine because mommy felt so good but my prostate felt so sensitive I almost cried. "on your back" she told me proceeding to hit my prostate harder and fucking me rougher and rougher I felt so small as she hovers over me while grunting like a hungry wolf devouring it's prey and cumming inside of me filling me up (THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT TO ME)

Then she took me for a walk to get some food, mommy asked if I wanted the prostate massager or the buttplug for the walk... I went for the buttplug thinking it would be a regular plug but nooo the dumb puppy was wrong... it was a remote controlled vibrating plug she would control while I was in the store picking up the food trying to act as normal as I possible kdjdjdkd.... Could..... I got all hot and red at the counter acting shy while thanking the man for my food. As I walk away with shakey legs wondering when mommy would turn down the vibe plug, mommy just forgot it was on for the 20 minute walking home as she found out when we got back because she heard buzzing, laughed and said I should forget stuff like this more or just tie you up and leave you there while I go do my own thing... I MELTED at the thought of overstimulation

As we are talking and enjoying our evening mommy gets horny again... Get in doggy she says proceeding to spank me hard, Is my cute puppy girl ready to take the big knotted dildo? she asks while she puts on her strap getting close behind me and slowly starts slides it in forcing it deeper and deeper, calling me her bitch as she fully stretched me out, fucking me silly trying to push the big knot inside me as I whimper and whine. she slowly gets a bit frustrated as I'm not able to fully take the knot, as she pushes harder and harder just not getting it in she suddenly stops. Looks at my gaping hole as she turns me around and starts fucking me with her girldick hitting my insides as I almost cry from the overstimulation. While growling at me, using me and telling me what a good fuckdoll I am she cums deep inside filling me up

after I fell down, barely able to move I almost fell asleep as my mommy cuddled up with me stroking my hair. she praised me for the good job I did taking all that dick for mommy while I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Thank you mommy💖

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lesbiandanhowell · 2 months

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Special episode of Sam reacts!

Sam reacts to: We're All Doomed Movie

Since this is long, little summary of thoughts at the beginning. I didn't love the editing at the beginning, because it felt too fast paced/ too jumpy? But it changed in the second half and seeing the contrast in the editing of it being much slower during the emotional bit, it does make sense. I think the movie for sure did the performance justice and showing the audience interactions added a lot for me.

Also this show is so important on every level and I adore Dan so much for making it and being so proud of it.

- Immediately started looking for myself but I don't think you can see us, cause we sat on the balcony. I have however already spotted @energeticwarrior and @danrifics like less than a minute in lmao

- I love seeing how many of the camera positions I identified correctly.

- I wish they would let shots linger more, the cuts are quite jumpy.

- Oh this brings me back so much. Hearing the audience laugh at certain moments I remember laughing in that moment. I get the same excitement and urge to clap and cheer.

- I love seeing his expressions, cause I didn't get to see those up from the balcony!

- The person with the boob hair sweater in the first row, I love you!

- "Believably sad, lonely and horny. Dan Howell!"

- Okay they somehow really managed to capture the energy of the room which I was worried about. The sound leveling between audience and Dan is really well matched imo.

- He is SO SWEATY what the fuck how stressed was he because the venue really wasn't too hot honestly.

- My attention span is so much worse than when I was there in person holy shit.

- "After the show talking about what a good time you've had" and none of us have been able to shut up about just how much we loved it since 🥹

- The overalls are so bad for Dan, he has like no ass in them.

- Okay admission that @personthattoleratesme made fun of me for: during the YouTube swipe Montage I didn't realize all the other like Crafting, Baking, Shipping Container YouTubers was Dan the first time I saw the show...

- I am SO GLAD Froot Loops Tucan made it and the persons reaction and confidence is incredible.

- Dan's ability to go between talking about wanting to fuxk the Duolingo owl to the very real danger of social media influencing political elections is unparalleled.

- "Human communication. We want to come together with real people. Share stories, move each other emotionally with our words about depression and pensis."

- Imagine Dan Howell calling you hoe...

- Something about Dan calling himself a ditzy bitch gets me so bad every time.

- "Miscellaneous mentally ill nerds of London" best title I have ever been given.

- I liked Sundays madlips better :(( But wasn't faggots Sunday I am so confused now

- The screams for every Phil mention, we love him so much.

- I love Blame Game so much, some of my favourite parts from the whole show because the energy is unmatched. The fact that JKR gets a more severe reaction than Musk is actually so funny.

- Sunday crowd was the best, you can so clearly hear that the majority of people is calling freedom for Dan at the end aww.

- I need more bravery to fuck shit up, to not be so agreeable and complacent and be more disruptive honestly.

- After the calender bit his voice is so shakey and broken, I didn't hear that at all in person but fuck that just broke me.

- Yeah the last few minutes always get me so not much of a reaction to those other than I cried, again.

- What I found interesting was the parts that were left out? Cause I definitely noticed a few moments that didn't make the cut which I find surprising! Moments I noticed were the first mention of him only using two emojis, that's referenced again with the cowboy hat emoji and also he didn't include the iconic "Because time changes everything".

- I am so glad they managed to get All Star because it is simply part of the experience honestly. Nothing hit's quite like sobbing and then being hit with that song.

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- I remembered something else I really loved: the music, I really think they choose such a good score, made such good little sound effects and the reaction I had to hearing it all live was amazing.

#wad #we're all doomed #wad premiere #dan howell #sam reacts #dan and phil

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studyblr-perhaps · 8 months

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20/08/23 || Sunday

In one week is my best friend birthday and I have a horrible feeling I'll forget to wish her, lol (I am terrible at remembering dates).

Anyways, who needs a tripod when you have a mug (yes I did shove my phone into the mug to create a makeshift phone stand, yes I am a genius, I know 😌)

And behold this very pretty sunlight into our classroom that I had to take a picture mid lecture.

Also how do people make videos while walking and not make it shakey?? I took three videos today and man they are all unusable cause my hands were so shakey T_T

#studyblr #study #studyspo #studyinspo #aesthetic #academia #study aesthetic #physics #academia aesthetic #uni #dark academia #classic academia #light academia #misa tries #misa's undergrad journey

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thehollowwriter · 6 months

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Summary: Ace, trapped as an anenome, gets a new supervisor- Finn Clearcove. He's weird and awfully quiet, but Ace figures he can get him to lend a hand in this awful anenome situation. Surely nothing will go wrong, right?

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The Quiet Octavinelle Student

Ace Trappola was not good at owning up to his errors. He was stubborn and headstrong, refusing to back down once he had made decision unless it was clear that it would affect him negatively.

Right now, though, was an exception.

Making a contract with Azul Ashengrotto was a mistake.

Ace let out a slow steady breath through his nostrils and closed his eyes. His heart would not steady in his chest, the dread and fear of being called to the VIP room for no specified reason overloading every other emotion.

Ace crossed and uncrossed his legs nervously, leaning against the cool black leather of the couch. It was so soft, so comfortable, and he would be sleepy if he weren't so stressed.

He glanced at the clock, swallowing. Azul should be here by now, dishing out a punishment for whatever stupid rule Ace had broken. Where was he? He had to feed the flamingos soon.

Regret pulled him deeper and deeper into an inky abyss of shame as he thought back on his previous life decisions.

Making a contract with Azul Ashengrotto for study notes was a mistake. His own dorm leader was the top student in the school and Trey-senpai had a miraculous way of helping others understand difficult topics

The help was right there. His salvation was right there.

Now he was stuck doing dishes, dealing with customers, cleaning the lounge or whatever other gruelling tasks had been set up for him and other anenomes.

Ace was just briefly beginning to consider getting up and running away when the door opened and Azul Ashengrotto entered the room with that swift but elegant stride of his. Ace gulped.

"Apologies for my tardiness, the dorm leader meeting took a lot longer than planned." Azul said matter-of-factly, taking a seat across from Ace.

"I suppose you are wondering why I called you here." He said, skipping the pleasantries. "And no you are not in trouble. This time."

Ace let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against his seat before straightening. "Then uh, what am I here for, boss?"

Azul shot him him a look and cleared his throat.

"You have a shift at Mostro Lounge on Sunday and unfortunately neither Jade nor Floyd will be there to supervise you. I am quite busy myself, so I have entrusted your care to another member of staff. My-" He paused, furrowing his brow. "Fourth in command if you will."

Ah. That.

One of the worst parts about being anenome, apart from his loss of free will and time, was the supervision.

Usually either Jade or Floyd, a pair of eyes would be on him at all times, watching him like a hawk and taking delight in punishing him if he messed up.

Ace shuddered at the memory of Floyd's wide toothy smile and tight suffocating grip.

Obviously whoever Azul had in mind to supervise him was going to be almost if not just as scary as those two and Ace was feeling queasy just thinking about it.

"H-Haha... okay. Sounds great..."

Azul's lips twisted into a smirk. "Don't sound so dejected. Finn Clearcove is far more pleasant than Jade and Floyd."

Okay. Ace had no idea who that was.

"Who?"

"Finn Clearcove." Azul pushed his glasses up his nose. "A second year. He's quite evasive so it's no surprise you haven't heard of him. I will introduce the two of you on Sunday and then we will go from there. Dismissed."

Ace scrambled to get up and bid his goodbyes, rushing to the door so he could get to Heartslabyul in time to feed the flamingos.

"Ace?"

Ace stopped and looked at Azul.

"Yeah?"

"Do tell the prefect to wash Grim more often, he's not a very useful sponge anymore."

Ace's heart jumped to his throat and he mumbled a shakey "y-yeah okay" and fled.

Ace arrived at Heartslabyul stressed, fed the flamingos stressed, told Deuce to shut up stressed, had supper stressed, and went to bed stressed.

He couldn't sleep that night. He couldn't sleep any night before a shift, but now it was worse because he... he had no idea who exactly would be watching over him tomorrow.

Azul said that Finn Clearcove was much more pleasant than the twins but... Azul was a strange guy with strange views on things. He couldn't be trusted.

Then again, he had also described Riddle and Trey as "pleasant".

Riddle... and... Trey.

Trey.

Ace's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright.

Obviously Finn was an Octavinelle student, so he was probably fairly shady, but if Azul lumped him in the same category as Trey of all people than surely there was a chance at mercy? A chance at... freedom, perhaps?

A grin crawled its way onto Ace's face and stayed there, even as he lay back down again.

"Yeah." He said softly. "That'll work."

***

Ace arrived at Mostro Lounge bright and early, partly to avoid punishment and partly to impress his would be saviour.

Azul was waiting for him near the kitchen entrance, his eyes widening in slight surprise at Ace's early arrival.

"Ah you're on time for once, I see." The dorm leader drawled. "Excellent. Ace Trappola, this is Finn Clearcove. Finn, this is the first year you will be watching over."

Azul gestured to his right and Ace's eyes locked onto what was possibly the tiniest seventeen year old Ace had ever seen.

He was smaller than Riddle by a large margin, despite being very chubby, with large amethyst purple eyes and fluffy seaweed green hair.

Ace bit his lip to keep in a short joke, though short probably wasn't good enough to describe this guy.

"Pipsqueak would be more accurate." He thought.

Finn nodded his head in silent understanding, avoiding Ace's eyes and gesturing for him to follow him into the kitchen.

He then waved his pen and the kitchen uniform appeared in his hands and he began to put it on.

Aha so they would be cooking today!

Well, Ace wouldn't be. He wasn't trusted with any cooking equipment or food unless he took the masterchef course and had an additional training and safety course from either Azul or someone else from Mostro Lounge.

"You will be on dishes duty today." Finn said suddenly, pulling Ace from his thoughts.

His voice was soft and gentle like a cloud, but held a firmness that gripped his attention like a vice. The pointed edges of his teeth barely poked from his lips. Ah, so he was like Floyd and Jade.

He gestured to the sink. "Work fast. We have a busy day today, we can't afford filth piling up." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't. Break. Anything."

Ace was sure that, perhaps to like a twelve year old something, Finn was plenty intimidating. However it was incredibly hard to take him seriously when he was craning his neck to look him in the eyes properly.

"H- yeah okay." Ace barely suppressed a laugh and sent a mock salute Finn's way. "On it, sir!"

Finn quirked and eyebrow at him and carefully removed a pair of headphones from his pocket, almost suspicious of his enthusiasm.

Wait were those even allowed?

Finn put them on his head and secured his skullcap over it, careful to keep his bunned up hair fully covered.

"What's that for?" Ace blurted, his tone far more forced and accusatory than intended.

Finn stared at him for a few seconds before muttering "Noise."

He glanced past Ace.

"Sink" he said, and turned to begin prepping without another word.

"Weird." Ace thought, before noticing the overflowing the sink. "OH SHI-"

***

The first half of the shift was long and boring as always, dragging on forever as more and more plates, glasses, bowls and so on piled up next to the sink.

Ace's skin was soggy and wrinkly now, looking awfully prune-like. Honestly he wished he was rather doing homework and getting paper cuts than dealing with this.

Finn was... quiet. Really quiet. He barely uttered a word apart from a command or comment in that soft lulling voice of his.

The rest of the staff didn't seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, they worked like clockwork, unperturbed by Finn's avoidance of their eyes and quiet demeanour as they worked the kitchen for Sunday lunch.

When their breaktime came Ace felt joy like nothing before, slumping against the wall with a sigh of relief.

There was not much time to rest, though, as now was the prime time to get up close and personal with Finn, who was currently disappearing out the door and into the fray of students.

When Ace found Finn again he was leaning over the bar, sipping a brightly coloured mocktail and fiddling with his phone. His headphones were still on, though Ace couldn't hear anything playing.

The card soldier marched up to the bar and leaned across it, grinning at Finn.

"Hey, can I borrow some of your time?"

No answer.

Ace frowned. "Hello? Finn?"

No answer.

Finn looked up and gazed at the fish swimming around outside with distant longing eyes.

Ace rolled his eyes and waved a hand in front of his face.

"Oh for the love of- Hey! Earth to Finn! I'm trying to talk to you!"

There was a sudden blur of movement and Finn grabbed Ace by the wrist and wrenched his hand away with surprising strength, making the ginger let out a cry of surprise.

He turned his head and looked into Ace's eyes, really looked, and the intensity of his gaze was so potent it made a shiver run up Ace's spine.

"Usually when someone is wearing headphones it is a sign that they do not want to talk." Finn said slowly. His voice was still soft, but it danced on the edge of sharpness in a waythat made Ace gulp.

Finn's fingers tapped rhymically against the bar counter and he let out a breath through his nose and smiled a close-lipped smile.

"What can I do for you?"

Ace let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Okay, rocky start, but we can recover. It's fine."

"Look uh- Finn, you seem like a nice guy-"

"Really?"

"Yeah! I was wondering if you'd be willing to do me a favour."

In true Octavinelle fashion, Finn's eyes lit up in sudden interest.

"Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head head to the side. "What is it?"

"Would you be willing to put in a good word to Azul for me?" Ace spoke as carefully as he could manage, trying trying choose the best words possible. "You seem pretty chummy- ah, I mean close with him. Maybe he'll remove my anemone early? I'll do whatever you want if you'd be so kind to your junior. How's that sound, Finn?"

Finn sat back and stared at Ace before chuckling softly.

"Mister Trappola, I am one year your senior. I would advise showing a little respect before trying to garner favours from me."

Ace laughed nervously, sweat beading at his forehead. "Uh, sorry, senpai."

Finn let out a soft hum and nodded.

"Firstly." He said suddenly, peering at Ace. Those glistening amethyst eyes seemed... off somehow. Not quite right. "Before I do a favour for you- and decide what you will repay me with- you must earn mine."

Ace blinked. "Wha-"

"I'm not asking for much." Finn cut him off abruptly with that sweet gentle tone. "I would like you to do a few small jobs for me whenever you have the free time. Cover my waitering shifts, go on grocery runs, fetch me books, that sort of thing. How does that sound?"

That... wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Ace nodded slowly in agreement.

"Okay. You... also gonna take like my basketball skills or something?"

Finn blinked at him, surprised, before shaking his head. "No, I am not Azul. I cannot take skills or magic... at least not like he can. But I can do this. Here."

He took hold of Ace's right hand and linked it with his left in a firm unmoving handshake. Then he removed his pen from his pocket and tapped his wrist once, twice, three times.

A small dark purple pentagram flickered to life around their wrists, glowing faintly in the dim lighting.

Oh. So it was one of those things.

"So this is what you Octavinelle guys do if you don't have Azul's unique magic? Is this a second year spell?" Ace breathed, eyeing the magical symbol wearily.

"Oh no." Finn shook his head. "You will not learn that here. This was taught to me by my father. It is an ancient binding spell."

"Oh-"

"So here's the deal." Finn continued airily. "You do whatever favour I call in for me within the time frame I give you. If I'm satisfied I will consider granting you that favour, and you will pay me in return for questioning my own dorm leader for you. Is that clear?"

Ace paused and took a moment to think.

This was gonna be taxing.

This was gonna be a painful.

This was probably gonna be the second worst decision of his life.

But anything was better than being trapped here as a slave.

Ace nodded and wearily shook Finn's tiny hand, feeling very uneasy. He watched as the symbol glowed purple and dissipated.

"Senpai... what happens if I break my promise?" He asked, stomach churning. "I don't have a lot of free time in the day. I don't know if I'll be able to... to do it in time."

There was a beat of silence.

Finn smiled at him.

Then leaned forward.

And opened his mouth wide.

"I assure you it is worse than any punishment you can possibly imagine."

The words barely registered when the sight of Finn's mouth blurred out every other little thing.

Ace's eyes widened and he nearly threw up. Finn's teeth were... they weren't like Jade and Floyd's at all.

They were like needles qnd there hundreds of them, if needles were jagged,uneven, ong and horrendously sharp that is. If he were honest, it crossed the line of scary and went straight to ugly.

And horrifying.

"C-Cool cool cool." Ace's face had long since drained of colour. "I uh- gotta go to the bathroom. So you after the break-"

He got up and bolted for the bathroom, nearly tripping over himself and other people on the way. He ran into a cubicle and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him.

"Oh god." He whispered. His breakfast threatened to come up his throat. "Oh god oh god oh god what the hell was that? What hell is he? That's- that's not mermaid teeth. It can't be mermaid teeth, there's no way-?"

He was shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead and running down the back of his neck.

Why was he so afraid? Finn was a pipsqueak and had barely done anything apart from flash those creepy teeth.

Something, something about him seemed so... wrong. Unnatural. Was it his voice? Nobody talked like that. So softly. Like he had a sore throat.

"M-Maybe he was just... upset that I interrupted him and was trying not to yell at me.." Ace thought. "And I'm not used to non human students yet. Yeah, that's it. It's fine. It's all fine."

He forced a smile onto his face.

"I'm going to get rid if this anenome. It'll all be fine."

***

Back at the bar, Azul Ashengrotto got up from his seat on the other end of the table and made his way over to Finn with an amused smirk on his face.

"So you can finally perform form your father's spell, then?"

Finn turned to look at him with a grim expression, his face set dead serious. Then he barked a soft, high pitched laugh.

"Hah! No, of course not! It's a spell from the abyss. The midnight zone, as the humans call it. Ancient. Powerful. It's for too advanced for me, Papa is just exceptionally talented."

Azul shook his head, laughing as well.

"I see. Well, now that you've made your 'deal', how long will it take for the poor card soldier to satisfy you?"

"Oh..." Finn flashed another toothy smile at his boss. Azul didn't even flinch. "Most likely never. I am quite excited to see how long he can go before he slips up. Oh. And by the way-"

He raised the hand he used to grab Ace's wrist, smiling even wider

"-I have a new voice now~"

-End

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A/N: I hope you guys and enjoyed learning and reading a bit more about Finn! Ace continues to suffer at my hands :)

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chaotictarlos · 3 months

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7 Sentence Sunday

Thank you @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @liminalmemories21 and @sanjuwrites for the tags! I'm currently sick with the flu and haven't had much of a chance to write but I've got a little for you!

If anyone were to ask, Carlos would say that he can’t remember a time before TK entered his life and took up all the space for anyone else. The truth is, he remembers every aching detail before he looked across the pouring rain, soaked to the bone to see the most dazzling smile on the most charming man. Before TK there had been such loneliness, such emptiness in his life that it was completely black and white.

Carlos had had nothing but work, one-night stands, and the desperate ache to find love and have his family loudly support and accept him for who he was.

TK brought all of that into his life… along with a metric ton of stress because of how much he kept getting hurt and almost dying on him.

Carlos wouldn’t change it for the world, though. He loves TK - even if it feels like he spends every other month in a hospital room.

He sighs, bringing a shakey hand up to his face, setting his palm on his forehead, and bringing it down slowly. His eyes were heavy, but he couldn’t sleep because every time he closed his eyes he saw it all happen again.

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Part: 4

Pairings:Priest!Eddie x fem!reader

Warning: priest kink jealous!eddie, toxic!eddie possessive!eddie, violent altercation, drug use. Unprotected sex. Angst, slight fluff.

Not proof read.

18+ minors do not enter

"So are we gonna talk about the real reason you avoided me for so long?"

The moment that question left his mouth, your blood ran cold. You didn't want him to know you knew. You didn't want him to know it made you jealous. "It doesn't matter anymore" shifting under him to get off the couch.

"Doesn't matter anymore?" He questioned.

He sits up and follows you around your home. You try to busy yourself cleaning things that were already clean. "It doesn't matter anymore because I'm over it, I forgive you." You smile sarcastically at him.

His eyes go wide, and he looks even more confused. "What the fuck is there for me to be apologizing for?" He said in disbelief.

Moving past him, he's still following behind as you head to your room. Searching for some clean clothes and getting ready for your shower. He stands in the doorway, not letting you leave.

Crossing his arms over his chest. "You owe an explanation at least give me some type excuse."

Going to speak, you can't find the words. You so badly want to tell him you truly do. This whole situation has been eating away at you. You laid in bed crying for days over a man you just started seeing privately. You thought you were the only one he was seeing. Eddie was sweet to you and always good at conversation.

This is the reason why it was so hard to move past if he was an asshole you wouldn't have cared. With him, it was different when it was just the two of you alone he made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. He didn't just feel like a secret lover but a friend.

Tears slowly fall down your cheeks, and you look down at your feet. "It doesn't matter anymore,okay." You say with your shakey voice just barely above a whisper.

"Hey, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you can talk to me about anything." He reassured you hooking his finger under your chin to look you in the eyes.

"I'm always gonna be here for you when you need me." Smiling at you, he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

Nodding, you tell him you're going to take a shower he stays there for a moment. You think he wants to say something else but decides against it. He gets himself together and tells you he wants to hang out at his place again soon. You agreed you want to as well even though you know you shouldn't. He makes you feel special like none else has before. No one has cared for you the way he has. You didn't tell him about your date you'll be going on in a few days. Not that he'd probably care anyway since he sees plenty of women when you're not around.

Finally, it's Friday the day you have your date with Steve. You haven't heard much from Eddie since Sunday. You were expecting a note from him any day now since he told you he wanted to hang out again.

Every time you came home, you felt excitement in your stomach only to be disappointed when there was nothing taped to your door. You forget about all of that, and just focus on your date with Steve. He was so sweet and handsome you met him at the local cafe.

He asked you out after bumping into you and spilling coffee on each other. Your mind still wanders back to Eddie and thinking about who he's been with since being with you. You want to cry again at the thought of him making someone else feel special the same way he did with you. Clearing your throat, you put on a nice short dress and put some of your hair back away from your face.

Steve's car pulls up at your front door, and he honks the horn for you. You rush downstairs and run outside. Jumping in the passenger seat, you think about how Eddie would come knocking at your door, not honk his horn at you. You try to stop comparing Steve to Eddie so much, but you can't help it. Steve took you to a nice dinner outside of your town and then wanted to take you dancing too, and that's when everything went to hell.

You and Steve walk into this old dingy night club. The atmosphere was dark and clouded with smoke, the only lighting being red and dim. Everyone crowding around you dancing and grinding on each other. Steve finds you guys a little table to sit at, and he heads to get you both drinks. What you didn't know was Eddie was there too with a bunch of his people.

He was sitting in a booth far back facing the dance floor. He had two women on his side, nuzzling his neck with a bunch of others at his table. The two women were from the strip club up the road from his motel room. He was very familiar with them since they would give him private dances together and then go back to his room later for some more fun. The three of them drunk with Eddie snorting coke off their tits and asses before fucking them both.

Steve finally came back with your drinks and a pint of beer as well. You always have been a light weight, so when you guzzled down your first drink and went for the beer, Steve tried to get you to slow down. That's when the DJ started playing Nine Inch Nails over the stereo system. You pulled Steve up and dragged him to the dance floor. Stumbling, he catches you and holds you tight against him as you both sway to the beat.

Eddie stops paying attention to his dates for a split second to see you both dancing. His face drops, and jaw clenches. His fists ball into knots, and he just watches both of you. Especially you not taking one look away he's making sure Steve's hands don't wander around and touch places only eddie feels entitled to touch. You pull away from Steve and tell him you have to use the bathroom. He nods and tells you he'll be waiting at your table when you get back.

Making your way through the crowd of people to get to the bathroom, you have no idea Eddie is on your tail. Opening the door to the single person bathroom, you feel someone push into you. Turning around to bitch at whoever just pushed you you're face to face with a certain someone you didn't expect to see tonight. Your mouth gapes open, and your eyes widen in shock. Panicked you try to move past him and run away, but he just blocks the door and locks it.

"What are you doing here, honey?" He asked you squinting his eyes in anger.

He looks pissed and you've never seen him like this before. You won't lie in other circumstances. You would have found it hot, but right now, it scared you. "Im here with my date." You tell him matter of factly. He laughs at you and pushes his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to fight back a rude remark toward you.

"Well, tell your little date you're leaving." He told you as if you were sure to listen to him.

"No, I'm not. I'm having fun." You told him standing your ground.

He laughed again at you and pushed you up against the bathroom door a little too roughly. His breath smelled of clove cigarettes and bourbon. There was a white powdery substance on his nostrils. He eyes were bloodshot, and pupils were dilated. You've never seen him like this before, and it honestly shook you up a bit. He pulls back slightly and looks at what you're wearing. You feel small under his gaze, looking quickly away, worried he might insult your appearance because he's angry. He just smiles that sweet smile he always gives you.

"You look really pretty tonight, honey." He says as he rubs your arms up and down, trying to ease your nerves.

He leans in closer to your face now. "Go tell him now that you're leaving, or I'll do it instead." His voice is laced with so much warning, but you don't care.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with him." Stomping your foot down at him.

Eddie laughs at you again, but this time, he's not laughing because it's funny. He's laughing because he's getting angrier. Taking a deep breath in and out, trying to calm himself down.

"Sweetheart, go tell him you're leaving. I won't ask again, or I WILL TELL HIM MYSELF!" he tried to stay calm but lost his composure and screamed at you.

Jumping at his reaction, you turn away to the side again and begin crying. Rolling his eyes, he kisses your head and pulls you in for a hug. You try to resist but eventually give up, hoping he'll stop acting like this and go back to whoever he's with. He kisses your hair and smooths it down.

"Are you going to go tell him?" He said more softer now.

"No, Eddie, can you please just stop? I'm allowed to go have fun with someone you see other people all the time." you argue with him.

He pulls away from the hug and doesn't look at you but instead swings the bathroom door open, storming out. You stay there still in shock at his personality shift. That's when you realize where Eddie is going and you try to get to him before he gets to Steve, but it's too late.

Eddie stomped over to your table and started asking him questions immediately. Steve was polite and nice to Eddie, which pissed him off even more. Eddie asked him about his date with you, and at first, Steve was confused as to why this strange guy was asking him about his date with you. Eddie lied and said he's a family friend who looks out for you. Steve wasn't dumb. He saw Eddie push his way into the bathroom with you. Being a smart ass Steve started to tell him his plans for the date and what you did earlier.

"Well, I took her out to eat at a nice restaurant. Then I took her here to do some dancing and then I'm gonna take her home." He told Eddie innocently.

"Aaand?" Eddie questioned him, hoping to get the answer he's looking for.

"And I'm gonna give her nice long kiss goodbye.....in the morning." Steve said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Eddie began to laugh again for a moment, and so did Steve. That was until he threw his head all the back and headbutt your dates nose. Once you reached them, you tried to check on Steve, but Eddie just yanked you by the elbow and escorted you outside to his car. He yanked the passenger side open and shoved you in.

"I'm going back inside to tell some people i was with. I'm leaving. Stay here." He demanded you, and you obeyed.

Eddie came back out 10 minutes later and got in his car and pulled out, heading to his place. The car ride was painfully quiet, and the buzz you had was gone. You felt like you were going to have a panic attack after seeing the way Eddie acted tonight. He's never talked to you like that before. He's never scared you like this before.

Eddie has always been so kind and gentle towards you, but tonight was different. Not only did he scream at you, but he hit Steve in the nose, probably breaking it. That's when you lost it and started to break down next to him but kept your eyes out the window. He looks over at you and puts his hand on your leg to help you calm down. Moving it away from him, he grips it harder. Neither one of you speaking to the other until he pulls up in front of his room door. He gets out and opens your door for you.

"Get out of the car we need to talk." He still sounded pissed off.

"No, I'm staying right here. I don't want to talk to you." You tried to sound angry but your voice came out broken.

Rolling his eyes, he undid your seat belt and yanked you out by the arm, dragging you to his room. He slams his door shut, and you move far enough away from him. He finally notices how scared you are of him and calms himself down a bit.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, and I'm sorry for yanking you around it won't happen again, I promise. " His voice sounds softer this time, and he puts his hands up. He sounded sincere, but that doesn't mean you still weren't shaken up.

"We still need to talk" He continued

"You're right. I do see other people and do fuck around a lot. When I'm not with you, I'm with someone else, but I don't think of them like I do you." He finally confessed.

You go to speak up, but he puts his hand up, stopping you so he can continue. "I fucked up and I didn't realize what I had until I saw it being taken away from me." "What I did isn't right but I'm selfish and I'm not sharing you." You sat on the edge of his bed listening to him. Eddie, confessing to you what you already knew somehow hurt more. Maybe because your mind can make things seem worse than they really are, but to hear him actually tell you just made it all real.

"That is very selfish of you. You don't own me. I can go on dates too, and just because I go on a date doesn't mean I'm having sex with them either." You tell him trying to make your point across.

He just put his head in his hands and then pounds on the wall in his room. "I'll stop fucking around if you stop going on dates then." He tried to bargain with you.

"I'll forget their numbers. I'll stop talking to them. I'll do anything you want me to do." He sounded so desperate.

Moving, he goes to sit on his knees in front of you on the floor. He grabs your hands, and you snatch them away.

"I swear to God, I only want you, I promise." You hate it when he looks at you with those big brown eyes. He looks so lost and scared. Once again, he's got you in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, fine. I pray you keep your word and you prove to me that you meant every word you just said." Nodding his head rapidly, he takes your hands into his again and kisses them.

He moves to sit next to you, and he leans over and begins kissing you softly. Breaking the kiss, you remembered him leaving you in the car to tell some "people" he's leaving. You had a feeling it was someone he was going to fuck tonight if he hadn't seen you.

"Who did you go say good by to at the club earlier?" You questioned him.

"Just some friends." He said in between kisses.

Pushing him away, you look at him, and that's when you notice a small stain of lipstick on his collar. Looking back at him with anger in your eyes. You can't believe he's still being so vague after confirming that he does fuck around.

"That's not good enough. You got to know who i was with tonight, so tell me who you were you with." Now, it was your turn to show anger like he did.

"They are-well, they were just some girls that work at the strip club up the road. I hook up with them from time to time." He looks almost ashamed to be confessing that.

"Really, and who else do you see?" Getting braver now, you demand to know everything.

He told you about the blonde girl and how she's married but will come to see him often. The girls who work at the club and a few housewives in town that he also used to visit after church. Sitting there taking it all in, you realize this man is not who you originally thought he was. Interrupting him speaking because he was still going on and on about all the people he was sleeping with. You felt like this would take all night listening to him tell you all but his conquests.

"I want to take a shower before bed." He looks over at you and asks if he can join you. Telling him "yes" both of you head to the bathroom and strip off your clothes. You washed each other off and made out under the water until it ran cold on you both.

Neither one of you bothered to put on any clothes after you got out. You race to jump under the covers to get warm. Eddie joins you under the blanket, and you lay in his arms for a few moments before kissing again.

You move to lay on top of him and continue to kiss, moving from his mouth down to his jaw and neck. You lick and suck at his jugular vein, leaving a nice purple bruise there for everyone to see. You start grinding down on him feeling his happy trail rub against your clit. Your mouth moves back up to Eddie's, and he moans in your kiss.

Still grinding against him Eddie grabs his cock in his hand and tries to align it with your entrance. When you notice what he's doing, you stop your movements and get off of him, causing him to whine out.

"Come back, please." He begged you.

"Nope." You say teasing him.

He pouts and starts rubbing his length up and down. You move and spread your legs wide so he can get a better look at you spread open. He bites his lower lip and presses his thumb down on his tip, smearing the precum leaking out. He's breathing heavy, and you take your two fingers to spread your wet folds open wider some more for him. "Fuuuck" He says under his breath.

"Please baby let me fuck you. I can make you feel so good, like I always do, please." He begged almost sounding like he's on the verge of crying.

"I don't know you sure you don't want to call one of your friends instead?" You mocked him.

"Nope, I want you. I only want you. I only want to make you feel good no one else, baby, please." He begged, throwing his head back in frustration.

Biting your lower lip, you take pity on him, and you let him have you. He gets up fast and grabs you the by ankle, pulling you closer to him. You let out giggle until you feel Eddie drag his cock up and down in between your wet pussy over and over again. He dips he head and begins to softly kiss and nip at your neck. You throw your head back to give him easier access.

Eddie continues his movements for a few more seconds before he locks your hands with his pinning them down to the bed. He readjusts his hips and slowly sinks his cock inside your entrance spreading you open around him. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust before he's pulling out and slamming back into. The feeling almost took your breath away, and Eddie is still attacking your throat with his mouth.

His hips are slamming into you harshly with the sound of your bodies slapping into each other. You hook your legs around his lower back, causing him to go deep inside you, hitting that spot inside you just right. Eddie leans back and takes a break from your neck. You whine out, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

"Shh baby, I got you, don't worry," He whispered

He lets go of your hands, putting one of his on the small of your waist while the other presses down on your lower tummy while his cock is still pushing into you. You cry out Eddie's name and cover your face in your hands. "Ooh, don't stop, please." You begged him.

He moves your hands away from your face, telling you to watch him fuck you. He sits up on kneeling on the bed and grabs one of your legs to lay against his chest. He began fucking you harder this time while licking and kissing at your ankle.

"You like that baby? Feels so good, doesn't it?" His voice sounds shakey.

You can tell he's getting close to cuming his thrusting is becoming sloppy, and he's throwing his back moaning so loud he doesn't care who hears him tonight.

"I'm so close Eddie don't stop, please," you cry out.

"I know you're close.I can feel you clenching me baby you feel so fucking good. fuuuuck your so tight." He grunted out to you.

Clenching tighter and tighter around him, his grunts and moans turned more into soft whiney whimpers. Pulling his hand away from your waist he licks his finger and starts rubbing your clit. Your legs start to twitch, and you clench around him harder this time. He continues rubbing your clit until you throw your back and your body begins to shake. You come hard around him, throwing your head back and yelling out his name.

Eddie doesn't take long to come either with a few more strokes he pulls out quickly and starts jerking himself until he's coming on your stomach and chest again. Collapsing beside you, both of you are trying to catch your breath. You're still shaking, and he moves to grab a tissue to clean you off like he did last time. Rolling over onto your stomach, you reach up and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"You're still not off the hook. I want you to apologize to Steve tomorrow." He looks at you, surprised.

"I will not, he took my girl out on a date and planned to fuck her too" raising your eyebrows to him.

"Fine, I'll apologize, but I won't mean it." He sounded so immature. You laughed at him and started kissing him on the lips again.

Eddie pulls you closer to him, and you notice the hickey on his neck. Panic takes over when you realize you are covered in them, too. They can't know what you guys did together. This was against the rules. Eddie made vows, and now everyone will probably know what you guys did. He notices the worried look on your face and immediately clocks it.

"Don't worry about the hickey we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He tried to soothe you.

You just pray that no one in town puts two and two together, or will they?

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Shakey Sundays #6:

Neil Young and Promise of the Real's The Monsanto Years

Somehow this album is cursed in my biography. Every time I try to listen to it something goes deeply wrong. And it's no wonder: in the silly recording session photo above it looks like Neil is casting an evil spell on all of us. Monsanticus!

When the record came out in in the summer of 2015 I was suspicious; Neil had just released Storytone, and it sounded like he'd focused on painting the record's cover and washing his hogs rather than writing good songs. Plus I'd never even heard of his new backing band with their too terrible to be ironic name. Crazy Horse was alive and well; what was Young up to now?

But 20 years previously I'd been equally suspicious when Young got spooked by the Horse and buddied up with a different group of young hipsters to make Mirror Ball, and that record turned out to be awesome. And so I knew The Montsanto Years deserved my open-mindedness in spite of its clunky title and fairly gross cover art.

So I turned it up loud for the first time with my buddy Matt. It was a beautiful day and we had an open road with two hours of drive time ahead of us. Maybe we'd listen to it twice!

But halfway through the album's third song, People Want to Hear About Love, with its inspired-by-Stephen-Still's-very-own-Joe-Lala bongos, and its gather about me young squires chanting, not to mention Young's crankiest grandpa vocal stylings to date, Matt and I simultaneously announced that the song sucked. We put on Zuma instead.

Even so, People Want To Hear About Love, stayed annoyingly in my head all day, and that day was dedicated to attending our friend's younger sister's funeral. I couldn't shake crusty grandpa Neil off at the graveside as my friend's 20-something little sister was lowered into the earth, her life cut short by cancer that came with touches of abhorrent irony: she'd been a nurse; her dad was a cancer doctor. You're wrong Neil, I angrily thought, no one wants to hear about love. Nor do they ever want to hear your song again.

I've given the record sporadic second chances since then. And every time I get to the fourth track, Big Box, I perk up. After all, it opens with Neil alone, playing a demonstrative and churning, here's how it works kids, follow my lead, riff that sounds like it's lifted straight from Mirror Ball.

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But before you know it Neil croons "Too Big To Fail" in overdubbed fashion and rhymes "excited" with "Citizens United" (you know, the Supreme Court case that gave corporations the power to essentially buy our elections) and, despite some pretty exciting guitar interplay whenever Young shuts his trap, rather than echoing Mirror Ball the whole thing sounds like Young is hanging out with Kai Ryssdal or David Brancaccio on Marketplace. Come on Neil, that's my least favorite show on NPR.

Yesterday I gave the record yet another try: but again, no dice; my 15 year old ipod (no, I don't own The Monsanto Years on vinyl; I got it in true Dollar Bin fashion by checking it out at the library) played me the first two songs, the lyrically regrettable opening track, which isn't amazing but does not suck, and the pretty lovely, quavering Wolf Moon, before the device (it's the kind with a dial on the lower half; there are 22 thousand songs on the thing, and around 1600 of them are Young's), perhaps disgusted by my choice for this week's Shakey Sunday, cried uncle and died in what appeared to be the very real Steve Jobs kinda fashion.

I was able to resuscitate it eventually but I'm unsure whether or not to risk resumption of the album. After all, it's cursed! And when the terrible day comes, and my ipod refuses to wake back up no matter how many times I pressed down all the buttons at once while cursing, will I need to find another way, either through a very nonDollar Bin purchase of the vinyl or through Neil's old timey, betamax website, to listen to The Monsanto Years ever again? Or can I just stick with Zuma?

Well, let's find out the answer. It's a Shakey Sunday and I'm about to roll my ipod's dice, press play, and go song by song through the rest of Neil's far too long screed against agrobusiness.

The fifth song, A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop, is a big No vote for the record. Yikes. I'd rather drink a big cuppa GMO than hear Young rhyme GMO with Mont-san-to ever again. Whoever is responsible for the whistling in this song needs to never purse their lips in my presence again.

I suspect POTR (I refuse to ever type the band's terrible name out again; I wish they'd named themselves Promise of the Real Sausages instead) are big fans of Young's live bender record Time Fades Away. Working Man's got that vibe but it's slick instead of shakey. Yuck.

In Rules of Change Neil gives us yet another version of the story he's been telling over and over again for the whole record: the farmers have woes; climate change is real; we're doomed unless we get on Uncle Neil's groovy train of love. Look: I'm an environmentalist already. I do what I can to eat sustainably; I ride my bike to work alongside my sweet daughter as much as possible; and I've got a bootleg gray water system already running out the back of my house as we speak, watering my trees with our laundry water. The simple truth is that I never needed this concept album, or any of Young's too numerous to count environmental anthems. I already know this stuff. I'm already angry and I already vote and if Trump gets elected next fall I'll lose my mind a second time. Frankly, Neil, I'd much rather imagine sleeping with Pocahontas.

But it's when we get to the album's title track that I start to wish my ipod was indeed broken.

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The song is a terrifying double to Danger Bird: it's slow and brooding with caveman vocals. But the guitar is mostly sickening instead of life changing and everyone's chanting "Safeway" instead of telling me about Carrie Snodgrass sleeping around with some still unknown famous enemy of Young's and ruining his life in 75. I guess Neil's right, people do want to hear about love. And Marlon Brando. And the Astrodome. And me.

I haven't got much to say about the final track, If I Don't Know. It occurs, and it sucks less than most of what we just sat through. What I fear is that Young is letting some young hipster solo at the end of the song while he stands by, contemplating corporate sin. Jimi Hendrix is dead, Ira Kaplan is busy, Richard Thompson isn't interested and Stephen Stills sucks; no other man on earth should be allowed to solo on a guitar while on stage with Neil.

(But I'd be more than happy to have any number of women do so, however, from Leslie Feist to Myriam Gendron to the recently resurgent Joni Mitchell herself.)

Okay folks we did it. We made it through The Monsanto Years. You have my permission to never listen to it again.

Me? As of this moment, while I hit post, I'm already half way through the record for the second time today, and I'm kinda digging my time at the Big Box store. Looks like I like the record anyway.

Neil Young: even his garbage swings.

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