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you've always had me✫*ﾟ･ﾟ(walking on a string ii)

steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader

part one

summary: steve misses reader a whole lot (dustin smacked some sense into him). now, how does he win her back? (angst, fluff, smut)

warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), UNPROTECTED SEX (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), kinda soft!dom steve? but no use of sir or daddy etc, apology sex, loss of virginity, PRAISE so much praise, oral (f!recieving), fingering, p in v sex, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, a little bit of roughness at the end (but not degredation or anything like that!! cheerleader!reader likes to be called pretty and good while she's getting railed), all characters are 18+, discussion of insecurities, soft tummy steve rights, NOT BETA'D (seriously if anybody wants to, pls shoot me a private message!)

word count: 6,187 (wowza! was not expecting that)

notes: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS WTF!! when i published walking on a string, i had about 30 followers so thank you so so much for keeping up with my silly little writings. i'll do a little celebration party later - i’m thinking something along the lines of blurbs from a prompt list, so send in asks! without further ado, here's the second part! seriously, thank you all for all the love you've been giving me. it really keeps me motivated to write! i hope you all enjoy this part before i start my taylor swift trilogy and ballerina!reader oneshot!

p.s. i also got a couple of asks that have perhaps inspired a part three (!!!) in the adventures of steve and his cheerleader, so thank you to the anons who sent those in! lmk if you guys would be interested in that xoxo

the things you said are hanging in the middle of my mind, tonight.

i can’t turn them off.

you hadn’t been to family video in three weeks and steve desperately missed you.

winter had arrived in hawkins, bringing with it shorter days and longer restless nights. a tangy cold ran through the air, slipping under the door of the video store and creating a stupid fucking draft. steve watched the door anxiously as the stale air burned his nose. robin snorted. “dude, she’s not coming in,” she said. he huffed out a quiet “shut it, buckley” in response, keeping his eyes trained on the door. she rolled her eyes. “it’s your funeral, dingus.”

now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen you around town either. he never saw your sweet face at the grocery store. or in the park where sometimes, he'd catch you lying on a blanket, enjoying the pre-winter breeze and blasting duran duran on your walkman's tinny headphones. hell, he even went to the library to seek you out. but it seemed that you had just plain disappeared from his life.

only his life.

steve asked anybody who came into family video if they knew where you were; they always made some offhanded comment about seeing you at a party or at your favorite boutique. the one you always got your little low cut blouses from, where trina denman had made you cry once and so he chewed her out the next time she came in to rent a movie -- pretty in pink. your movie.

"steve, you are a dipshit."

steve rolled his eyes and turned his gaze away from the door to see dustin standing in front of the family video counter.

"tell me something i don't know, henderson."

dustin rolled his eyes right back before hopping over the counter to get into steve's personal space.

"hey! man, what the hell are you-"

"apologize to her."

steve was startled at dustin's sudden seriousness. he'd only ever seen the kid get serious about upside down stuff or d&d. or, when he talked about you. he knew that you two really got along when he introduced you to all of the kids, but your bond with dustin ran deeper. you both often met at the old creek to go look at the wildlife there. you taught him about the flowers and the moss that surrounded you both, palming crisp bark and teaching him to appreciate the world around him, inadvertently worming your way into steve's heart even more as dustin regaled him of these tales.

"dustin, she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"because you haven't apologized yet. jesus christ, steve. it's like talking to a toddler. i swear." robin let out a sharp cackle from where she was eavesdropping. steve flipped her off.

dustin sighed. he just wanted to see you and steve happy. he snapped his fingers in front of steve's face to get his attention.

"i'm not a fucking dog."

"i'd argue against that." dustin chose his next words carefully: "whatever you do next has to matter more to her than anything you’ve ever done before."

i'm in a twisted web,

and i can't pull my head from it.

that first day when you came in was one of the best days of steve's life. he couldn’t believe that you, the golden girl, were speaking to him with such softness. but then, the thoughts he tried to cram away constantly invaded his mind, clouding whatever emerging feelings he felt for you. steve decided for himself that you were playing a game - making him the fool. and so he decided on revenge - playing you right back. poking out his tongue whenever he looked you up and down (which was quite a common occurrence). letting you cuddle into him whenever the two of you were seated even remotely close to one another (this was definitely not for his benefit as well). posing for pictures that you’d take with your polaroid camera that was “so annoying” to him (he’d never tell you that the picture robin took of the two of you, your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lives in his wallet - next to the first of your little notes).

steve liked to take his time with things and he knew you needed space, but three weeks was a long time, right? it was too long of a time for you to have not pranced into family video, excited to show steve your newest purchase. too long of a time for him to go without smelling your peach shampoo on his sweater after you’ve fallen asleep during one of your many viewings of pretty in pink. he missed the sting of your manicured nails on his forearm when you were so excited to tell him about a new trick that you landed, that you physically glimmered. he realized with a start that he missed your silly notes and the mirth in your eyes as you laughed at a dumb pun he made. he missed how you would light up even more than usual whenever one of the kids said hi to you outside of one of their hangouts that they'd taken to inviting you to. he missed you.

and he fucking hated himself for it. he felt stupid, used, and above all -- guilty. why would he feel guilty if he saved himself from whatever heartache you could bring him? your teary face flashed in his mind.

oh.

because you hadn't been trying to use him -- you actually liked him. a lot.

and he definitely was a little bit (a lot) in love with you.

and he only just figured it out.

robin watched her best friend as his face changed. she snapped her gum in her mouth before plunking down on the stool next to him. "i smell wood burning," she said, "what are you thinking about?"

steve turned to her.

"i fucked up."

i hang my head

and feel the oxygen drain.

agonizing hours passed as he thought about what to say to you. he almost missed the tinkle of the bell above the door, letting him know that there was a new customer in the store. from where he sat, all he could see where white sneakers. his eyes snapped to the top of the doorway, and he shrank in disappointment. walking through the door was chrissy cunningham, not you. she was holding pretty in pink, no doubt to bring it to you to cheer you up.

so, it seemed that you were just hellbent on avoiding him.

chrissy gave him a polite smile as she brought it to the counter. steve cleared his throat. she nodded at him in greeting. robin stood a little further back, entranced by everything in front of her (did she sort of want her best friend to get punched by chrissy cunningham? …yes).

steve handed chrissy her change and just as she left, he jolted to his feet.

“wait!” he said, as if the words couldn’t wait inside his mouth any longer. she hesitated, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“how is she?” he said, eyes honest as he searched chrissy for an answer.

she set her mouth in a grim line as she shook her head at him.

“steve, i’m not going to lie to you. she’s really hurt.” steve felt his mouth dry up instantly.

“would she even want to see me?”

chrissy sighed exasperatedly and gave him a shrug before looking at his wounded face. for however much he was hurting, she knew you were hurting way worse. she slammed her hands on the family video countertop, mustering up as much of a threatening tone as she could, pushing herself to the tips of her toes to look steve directly in the eye.

“i have never known someone as kind or genuine as her,” the tiny girl said very seriously, “so you better fucking fix this harrington, because even though you’re a dickhead for what you did, i know you care about her. and for some reason, she cares about you too. probably too much.” steve opened his mouth to reply but chrissy jammed her pointer finger into his chest. “fucking. fix. it,” she said through gritted teeth before waving to robin and swaying out the door.

you're never running out of ways

to worm your way back in.

the past few weeks have been hellish for you, to say the least. getting not only rejected but belittled by steve harrington, the boy you…love? yeah, love would be the best way to put it. you'd pined after that idiot since freshman year, your feelings only intensifying with time and your prolonged visits to family video. those same visits evolved into impromptu sleepovers due to your absent parents, nights out when the local carnival was in town, watching out for the kids on halloween.

you pretended to be fine in front of your friends, a group made up of jocks and the cheer team. you knew that lucas sinclair, one of the new basketball players, was friends with steve. so you avoided him as much as possible, but that didn’t help. everywhere you went, you felt like steve was following you. seeing the people he loved (because he obviously didn’t love you) caused the rift within you, one searing with pain and self-loathing, to deepen.

there was less of a pep in your step. your gentle attitude remained, but you were more melancholic than anyone had ever seen you. sure, you were always willing to lend a hand or a listening ear, but as soon as you were left with your own thoughts, it seemed like a shade had passed over your demeanor.

you hadn’t let anybody into your room since the pep rally, sinking into a cocoon made of your duvet and throw pillows for hours on end. your walkman was always pumped up on full volume. crumpled tissues blanketed virtually every surface - a palpable reminder of his words to you that continued to hang in your mind. you tried to block them out - to block him out - but steve had become so engrained within your daily routine without you even noticing.

his yellow sweatshirt lay on your desk chair, directly in your line of sight, which didn’t help with your attempts to wallow and just get it over with.

you didn’t even let chrissy in to talk to you - she had to resort to seeing you in public or talking over the phone. your room was your safe space: your zone away from anything (or anyone) else but you.

which made steve’s raucous entrance at 2 am all the more unwelcome.

anyone who knows what love is will understand;

you’ve always had me,

walking on a string.

you’d finally been pulled under into what could almost be described as sleep when you heard a thump and a quiet “fuck me!” you were alone in your parents’ large house (something about visiting your dad’s old boss — you couldn’t care less), which made the nighttime extra unnerving to you as a young woman, alone in the middle of fucking nowhere. that was something steve had known about, before he broke your heart.

you shot up immediately, rolling out of your bed and grabbing one of your sneakers to hold up as a makeshift weapon. your eyes were wide with fear and your voice shook as you spoke, “don’t come near me, perv!” you launched the shoe at the tall, dark figure, striking them in the shoulder. whoever it was taken aback and made a noise of pain. you were reaching for your other shoe when you heard your name. “it’s just me, sweetheart.” you lowered your arm as you took in his outline in the dark. you didn’t need light to know what he looked like; you’d spent long enough memorizing every freckle on his face. the slight gap in his left eyebrow from when he got cut in a fight and it scarred. how the right corner of his mouth used to be permanently curled in a smirk around you.

you squinted still.

“stevie? did you sneak through my fucking window?”

you couldn’t help but use his nickname. three weeks of the cold shoulder doesn’t exactly undo months (nay, years) of pining.

“you could’ve used the front door, you know. my parents aren’t home.”

he hadn’t said anything to you yet, allowing you to fill the silence with your half-awake rambling. he gave you a sheepish smile as you moved to stand in front of him, looking up at him with your arms crossed over your chest in worry.

“why are you here?”

you hated how your voice cracked.

he looked down at the floor and then back at you, meeting your eyes. you hated how you immediately got sucked back into the warm umber of his gaze. he sucked in a breath through his teeth, shaking hands in his pockets.

“i need to tell you something,” he said with as much sincerity as he could pour into his words. you rolled your eyes, turning to get back into bed. “i think i’ve heard everything i need to hear, harrington.” he said your name pleadingly, reaching out to envelop your fingers in his.

you hated how you let steve's warm fingerpads trace the inside of your wrist.

you especially hated that it made you feel better.

“please let me say this and then i’ll be out of your life forever.”

you nodded.

“i didn’t think that you’d want anything to do with me.”

your heart ruptured.

he continued: “you’re this stunning, whip-smart, sweet girl who everyone loves. and i’m just this washed-up guy who chauffeurs for six children and works in a video store.”

steve paused to look at you, not quite understanding the emotion pressed into the creases of your face.

“i thought that your friends put you up to this - to me. i thought you were just using me to get a laugh, so i thought i would use you right back.”

tears bubbled up along your lower lashline. your lower lip wobbled as he poured out the deepest, darkest crevices of his mind to you in your moonlight bedroom. your eyes adjusted to see him

“but then i got to know you. like really know you. and i realized that you were one of my favorite people ever. and then i felt like i’d fallen into your trap. and so i lashed out and i was a fucking dumbass and ruined whatever i could’ve had with the girl i love. what i’m trying to say is - i was an idiot and i really don’t want this to end before we even had the chance to start it, sweetheart.”

you let the tears fall unknowingly, but unlike the gym, steve cradled your face gently in his hands, swiping away the beads of saline that ran down the apples of your cheeks. you sucked in a breath, but it felt like the oxygen cascaded out of you instead; you brought your face closer to his.

“you’re so fucking stupid, harrington.”

and then you were kissing him.

it felt completely natural to you both - no hesitating, no waiting. he moved his mouth over yours, pressing your scantily-clad pajama-covered body into him. you felt the softness of his stomach and the hardness of his chest against you as you tried to get yourself impossibly closer. from where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, you saw some of his chest hair. a path of warmth made its way down to the root of your core. he pulled away and you whined, chasing his mouth with yours.

he breathed out your name like it was a poem.

your smile was just as bright as it usually was, even through all of the salty wetness sliding down your face.

“i love you, stevie."

he looked at you like he wanted to bring the stars closer, just so you could get a better look.

"say it again," he teased gently as he nosed at your throat, prompting you to lift your chin and expose your neck. he started to pepper open mouthed kisses on your neck.

"i-i love you."

he sucked harshly on one spot, making you softly cry out. you pulled back and watched his pretty face form a pout.

"but you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

he looked down at you with a boyish smirk, before dipping down to meet your lips with his once again.

“i can think of at least one thing that might help.”

he kissed you with a ferocity, a deep-seeded wanting. you sighed into the kiss and whimpered when you felt his tongue nudge against the seam of your mouth. you opened your lips in a surprised moan and he slipped his warm tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth. you let out another whimper, and he groaned. “those sweet little noises are gonna fucking kill me, baby.” his words were strained, his voice raspy, lips slick with a mixture of yours and his spit. you felt your face warm to match the heat emanating from your sex. he dove in to kiss you again, gently leading you toward your bed.

your back hit your cornflower-dotted duvet as steve caged you within his arms. your hands had made their way into his hair, mussing it far past anything that a few puffs of farrah fawcett hair spray could ever remedy. you felt the ache between your thighs grow and in your steve-induced haze, your hips jolted up to meet his. you were surrounded by him: the feel of his warm, wet mouth on yours. his smell -- lemongrass shampoo and pine cologne and something that just made him steve. steve tasted like promises and the cherry slushee he'd gotten with robin after work. his rough fingertips soothed over the spot at your waist where your flimsy tank top had risen. you maneuvered your hips over his groin again. the tiny bit of friction that his rough, tented jeans provided against your throbbing clit made you whine out his name.

“stevie,” you pleaded.

he moved his lips down your neck, lapping at your pulse and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. the stimulation only made you move your hips more in desperation. you were already surprisingly close — not even nights alone in your room with your hands shoved down your cotton panties, imagining this very moment, were you ever close this quickly. one of his hands came down to squeeze your hip — not harshly, but as a reminder that he was in charge. he pulled away when he felt you move your hips again. he sighed. “pretty girl, i want to take my time with you. be patient.”

you looked at him through your heavy lashes, pouting a little as you grabbed for him to come back closer to you. “but i wanna feel you!” you exclaimed, pulling him down toward you to latch on to his neck and grind up toward his bulge. he hissed as you found his sweet spot, right between where his collarbone meets his neck. he panted out your name as the hand gripping your hip got tighter; you could see the hand near your face clench into a fist and he breathed shakily. “i want to feel you too, but i have to get you ready first, sweetheart. is that okay?”

your heart swelled so much you thought it might beat its way through your chest. you nodded bashfully as his hands finally slipped under your tiny pajama tank top. steve kissed you as his fingers danced over your ribcage. you shivered at their warmth and giggled when he intentionally tickled you. you felt him smile into the kiss (which did almost make your heart explode). but all thoughts of just how much you loved him went out the window when you felt his hand rub over one of the stiff peaks of your covered breasts. you arched upwards, pushing your chest into his hand. he chuckled at your eagerness and detached himself from your wanton mouth to remove your tiny top. your breasts met the air and steve looked at you in wonder, as if you deserved to be immortalized in the louvre. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

you suddenly felt shy, his words bringing you back into the present. here you were, topless with steve harrington giving you hickies. you grabbed his bicep gently with nerves puddling in your still lust-blown eyes.

“stevie, wait.”

he immediately gave you space, asking you oh so kindly, “is everything okay, baby?” you nodded. “more than okay. i just…” your voice faltered and you looked at your hands. he put his hands on the sides of your face, letting you sink into their warmth and weight. “it’s okay, pretty girl. you can tell me anything.” you bit your already kiss-bruised bottom lip.

“it’s just that i’ve never…this is the furthest i’ve ever been with anyone,” you rushed out. you desperately hoped that you hadn’t ruined things with him again. he sponged a kiss to the tip of your nose before saying, “i won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” your eyes widened and you placed your hands over his on your face. “no no! i just wanted to let you know before we did anything else. i want it to be you, stevie. i love you.”

he smiled at that. “i love you too, sweetheart. god, i can't stop saying it.”

it was a miracle that your heart had still remained lodged in your chest at this point.

“kiss me, please,” you cooed, and he happily obliged, removing your thin pajama shorts in the process.

he left soft, wet kisses along the column of your throat, biting down gently on the top of your left nipple when he arrived at your tits. “perfect tits” as he called them. you squeaked and he laughed, the vibrations around your puckered bud heading straight to your pussy. you half-believed that your panties would be sheer from how wet you were.

he kneaded and pinched at your right nipple as he laved his tongue all over your left, giving you little nips that made you squeal and kisses that made you melt under him. he alternated between breasts and when your tits were sufficiently marked with imprints of his teeth, he placed his hand over your searing cunt. he watched your face change, your eyes rolling back, from the lightest of touches. you were equally as whipped for him as he was for you. steve groaned as he felt your thighs trap his hand, pushing the wet part of your panties into him. his eyes rolled back at the sight before him, your tits marked with his teeth, your eyes darkened for him, your pussy rutting into his hand, all covered in white cotton panties with a little pink bow. you whimpered when he took his hand away, searching for relief as your clit pulsed.

“what did i say, pretty girl?”

“that i have to be patient,” you answered shyly. he hummed.

“good girl.”

you burned from head to toe at his words.

he peeled your panties off of you, inhaling sharply as a string of your arousal connected you to the sopping cotton, only snapping once he had your panties partway down your thighs. “all for me, sweetheart?” you nodded shyly and pressed your thighs together, but he caught you and spread them again. “i wanna see you, baby,” he said before lowering himself to face your drooling cunt.

he licked a fat stripe up your slit, making you jump a little and let out a breathy gasp. steve grinned before spreading your folds with his hands and prodding at your quivering hole with his tongue. he moaned at your taste — tart and heady and you. you moaned as he sponged wet kisses to your folds, before moving up your thigh toward your needy clit. he looked you in the eye as he devilishly licked around the bud before latching his mouth onto you. steve sucked your clit into his mouth, gently brushing his teeth across your sensitive bud. you rushed your hips to meet his face and your hands flew to his head again. he gave a little laugh at your want. he kept his mouth attached to your clit as he gathered dipped his index finger into your folds, gathering your slick before pushing into your poor little hole. he muttered a curse under his breath.

“shit, sweet girl. you’re so fucking tight.” you contracted around his fingers at his voice, about to reply before he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking harsher than he had before. you felt yourself get impossibly wetter as steve began to pump his finger in and out of your entrance. you tried to move yourself on his hand, pleading for “more, stevie, more!” his middle finger slid in to join his index and you hissed at the stretch. he stopped to let you adjust and you marveled at how full you felt just because of two thick fingers. he eased the two of them in and out of you slowly, spreading you open for him. you were so lost in the pleasure that he was doling out that you almost missed his calls of your name.

“baby, can you take another one? d’you think you can?” his face had moved to hover over yours now; you could see your juices on his chin. you nodded frantically, shifting back and forth on his already dripping fingers. “please stevie — need it. need you.” he kissed you heatedly as he inserted his ring finger, swallowing your gasp with fervid swirls of his tongue. you keened as you felt the girth of three fingers inside of you; your fingers and imagination couldn’t do steve’s hands justice. he gave an experimental thrust, keeping up with his assault on your clit, with the heel of his hand. he kept kissing you, switching between gentle presses of his mouth to yours and hot, frantic swipes of his tongue. he noticed your cunt start to pulse, steadily getting tighter as you mewled. his fingers squelched as he slid them in and out of your sopping cunt. “steve, stevie, m’gonna-” you could barely get the words out before you let another loud moan. “gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he teased, speeding up his ministrations. your voice was but a shred in the back of your throat at this point; the only response you were able to give him was a high-pitched sob. your mouth fell open and your head tilted back, renewing him access to your neck and chest. you felt yourself tighten even more as his lips brushed across the tender bruises he’d already made. the combination of his lips on yours, on your skin — his hand between your thighs — you were completely surrounded by him. he was knuckle deep by now, allowing your gummy walls to suck him in. your nails cut into his biceps as you breathed rapidly. “cum for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. at his permission, you let the taught string in your body snap. your walls tightened like a vice around his fingers, so tight that steve swore it could’ve cut off his circulation. your cunt fluttered around the fingers seated deep inside of you. your back arched off the bed and your gut tightened as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you in waves. your vision blurred as your body went limp, twitching with aftershocks. you said his name like a prayer through it all, finally blinking to clear your vision. you were met with his smug face as he gave you one last push with his fingers. you squeaked at the contact and he smiled at you, giving you a doting kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.

“all good, baby? you were so good for me. my good girl.”

you nodded, thoroughly exhausted, but also craving him. “stevie, i wanna feel you inside of me,” you said, giving him your best puppydog eyes. he gave you an easy smile, before searching the pockets of his jeans for a condom. “oh shit,” he said, exasperatedly. you sat up with a frown as he rooted through his belongings. “stevie, honey, what’s the matter?” he looked at you apologetically. “i don’t have a condom,” he said dejectedly. you reached out to kiss the corner of his mouth, to push the frown off of his face. you gave him a small smile and said, “s’okay! ‘m on the pill.” his pupils dilated, darkening his eyes so that only a sliver of hazel showed. “and i’m clean, because, yanno…”

“fuck,” he rasped out, “you can’t say shit like that to me, baby. i’ll cum in my pants like a fuckin’ dope.” you laughed your real laugh, his favorite laugh, and in that moment, he felt overwhelmed with love for you. so overwhelmed that as he pulled his cock out, he told you again. he called your name softly to get your attention.

“i love you so goddamn much,” he said, pouring every drop of earnestness he could into his words. now that he knew that his words actually did matter to you.

“i love you too, steve harrington,” you said as you leaned up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. he chased your mouth with his to lay a series of quick kisses to your lips, muffling the giggles that tumbled from your throat. he rose to his knees above you and shucked off his jeans and his boxers.

now, you’d never seen a cock before in your life, but fuck, were they all as pretty as steve’s? his cock was just, so pretty: a red tip that gave way to a flesh-toned shaft, thick with a vein on the underside of his length. his head was leaking in frustration. your eyes widened as you took him in, wondering if his massive shaft would be able to fit inside of you.

he teased his ruddy tip through the wet mess between your thighs, stroking himself with your cum from earlier. he placed one of his hands on your hip, interlacing the fingers of his other hand with yours, letting your entwined hands rest by your head.

“are you ready, sweetheart?”

you gave a soft “yes” in reply and gulped down a breath. he noticed how you tensed up and squeezed your hip gently. “we don’t have to if-” “no!” you exclaimed, “i want to it’s just…what if i’m not good?” his heart almost shattered as he looked at the worry written across your sweet face. he brought his lips to the crease between your brows, pecking you there to tell you to relax your face. “you’re perfect to me already, baby,” he said, oh so honestly. and you believed him, because it was your stevie looking at you like you were the only real thing in his life. “okay, i’m ready,” you said, relaxing into your bed a little more.

steve guided his tip to your quivering entrance and kissed you as he slid the fat head of his cock in. you gasped as he breached your walls, arms winding around his neck. your jaw fell open, slack against where your chin rested on his shoulder, almost impossibly close to him. the fullness of his fingers was one thing, but this was totally different. the stretch was addictive as he slid into you inch by inch. he worked you open gently, and you wanted him to stay inside you forever. he noticed that you’d gone quiet and brought a hand up to comb through his hair in order to see you better. “everything okay?” you nodded fervently, wriggling your hips and mewling out, “stevie more, more.” at your words, he bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you made a strangled noise into the air as he moaned into your neck. “fucking- holy shit, you feel so good.” your walls contracted around him and steve had an idea. he started slowly thrusting into you, allowing you to get adjusted to the feeling of his heavy cock inside of you. all the while, dripping praise into your waiting ears.

"you're doing so well f'me," he said, still thrusting into you slowly -- wanting to make this about you, not him.

but something inside him snapped when you said, “stevie, fuck me.” he started pounding into you, jackhammering his hips against yours, making your eyes roll back so far in your head that all you could see was black. his chest hair brushed against your nipples, meaty thighs brushing against you with coarse hair during every thrust. you choked out a loud moan at the sensation, clapping a hand over your mouth at the volume. he noticed that your sounds had become muffled and whispered into the air between you two: “c’mon pretty girl. i wanna hear those sweet sounds you make.” his balls slapped against your ass as he rolled his hips into yours; the sounds of flesh against flesh ricocheted off the toile wallpaper in your bedroom. the wetness between your thighs kept spreading, creating a lewd slap as he plunged into you over and over again.

his spongy tip pushed against your g-spot and you clenched around him desperately. he moaned at the sensation, muttering a curse under his breath and something about how tight you were. you bit his shoulder after a particularly hard thrust, causing him to hiss and shudder. your walls started to spasm around his cock as that big vein of his pummeled into your sticky cunt. your whimpers became faster and higher as you chased your orgasm, steve right there with you. “stevie!” you yelped as he continued his brutal pace. “’m right there with you, baby. let go,” he whispered, his lips covering yours. you did just as he asked, a borderline pornographic whine slipping its way out of your throat and plastering itself across his mouth. you clenched impossibly tightly around him, stuttering out, “want it inside, please stevie,” as you were pushed over the edge. your pussy pulsed and your body shook, muscles tense as he milked your puffy cunt for all of your juices. you sobbed while you came; it was the hardest you’ve ever cum, your intense love for steve amplifying every shockwave. your legs were wrapped around him, heels digging into his back as he gave you one lasting thrust, his hips stuttering. you felt a warmth extend through your weeping cunt as he painted your sweet walls. the feeling of his hot ropes of cum filling you caused you to tighten around him once again, riding out the last waves of your orgasm.

neither of you moved for a while as steve remained inside of you, both of you at a loss for words. he raked a hand through his sweaty brunette mop and gave you a kiss, pushing all of his feeling into it as he eased out of you. you whimpered at the resulting emptiness, reaching your arms out to keep him in bed with you. he smiled, dropping a smattering of kisses to your face. you giggled and held his head in your hands to catch his lips. he pulled away with one final peck to your lips, pulling on his boxers. you sat up with a melancholy look in your eyes, but he squeezed your ankle in reassurance, telling you that he was “just gonna go ‘n get a washcloth for you, sweetheart.”

he returned moments later from your ensuite with a damp cloth, kissing up your leg as he wiped down the apex of your thighs. he wiped himself off and grabbed his shirt for you, gently telling you to raise your arms as he slipped it over your head. he lay down and opened his arms for you, as you giddily landed on his chest. you reached over him to turn on your bedside lamp and he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“just wanna look at you s’all,” you said delicately, as you let your fingers play with the curls at the nape of his neck. his heart stumbled at your words and he squeezed you tighter.

“i’m sorry,” steve said again, “i love you so, so much.”

you yawned and snuggled into him, throwing your other arm across his body, murmuring into the air shared between you two: “you’re the only one for me ever, stevie.”

he looked at you in the buttery light of your bedside lamp, half-asleep on him, drowsily babbling about everything you loved about him (his jokes, his freckles, his loyalty), nose squished into his neck as far as possible.

and he realized, in that moment, that he’d always walk on whatever string you led him on.

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balanceoflightanddark · 4 months

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Acknowledgement of Pain

I think one of the things that I feel Azula in the Spirit Temple gets right is acknowledging one of what I believe to be one of the pillars of her character.

That is, acknowledging what she went through, the pain she endured, was legitimate.

What do I mean by this? Remember that scene where Azula confesses that she feels like she's a monster at the fire pit during "The Beach"?

The way she brushes off her concerns about what she's doing is wrong? She has problems admitting to what is eating at her and opening her up to others. This is reinforced since...well Zuko isn't exactly the most sympathetic to Azula and her relationship with Mai and Ty Lee is strained. So it's not like she can admit to them either. Growing up under Ozai's influence probably wouldn't help since having concerns or internal struggles would probably be seen as "weak" in his eyes.

And weakness...well we all saw what happened to Zuko.

Privately though, we see another side to her:

Azula: Don't pretend to act proud. I know what you really think of me. You think I'm a monster. ... Azula: Well what choice do I have? Fear is the only reliable way. Even you fear me.

Her strained relationship with Ursa and her belief that she's a monster does eat at her. It's not something she can just brush off so easily. Particularly when she doesn't have anybody to admit it to. Sure, she tries to make excuses like how fear is the only thing she knows how to get people to like her, but that's normal. Again, this is something that's instilled in her for years and it's not something she's good at handling by herself.

On some level, she DOES know she's hurting...but she can't admit it to herself since that would be a betrayal of everything Ozai built her up to be. And since Ozai was the only one who validated stuff like her talent with firebending and being more than just a troubled child, how could she tear that down without tearing herself down?

What I think Azula needs though...what she's craving...is for somebody to validate that yes, she was hurt. That her family and loved ones did hurt her. Yes, it might be misdirected since she lumps the Fire Warriors in there, but it's still valid since she probably wouldn't have a grasp on her feelings. I think what Azula wants is for her pain to be acknowledged and for somebody to say, "that's not right". In the environment she got, she never got the chance. And the spirit didn't help since it just labeled her a monster for rejecting its "redemption".

Hell, even her slaying of the Zuko image demanding she apologize to them doesn't acknowledge that she was hurt too and that neither party can entirely blame the other. It's all take and no give according to the spirit, which rightfully isn't treated as valid by Azula or the narrative. Otherwise, I think she would've faced more repercussions for defying it.

What Azula needs is for her pain to be acknowledged. Not brushed aside or downplayed. I mean to actually be acknowledged and treated with the amount of gravity it deserves.

#azula #princess azula #atla #azula deserved better #azula meta #avatar: the last airbender #azula in the spirit temple #atla comics

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raymusterio · 23 days

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Just a little rant.. no spoilers

I always think it's really irritating when people try and say Bakugou is irrelevant to the story, like what? Did we read the same thing? Cause Izuku would not have received ofa if it wasn't for Katsuki being the person attacked by slime. Izuku was literally like "oh gee poor guy, I hope a hero with the right quirk shows up, cause All Mights out thanks to me" until he actually looked up and saw that it was his Kacchan being suffocated and it was *no thoughts. head empty.* he fucking sprinted. That wouldn't have happened the way it did if it had been anybody else. It had to be Katsuki or the story would have been completely different because All Might wouldn't have seen Izuku's (seemingly random) act of heroism despite being quirkless and thus never choosing him to be ninth. Katsuki plays such a huge role in the plot of the story and has since the very first page.

It also boggles my mind how quick people are to label Katsuki an irredeemable abuser, and honestly, people who demonize he like that give me the ick. Like, he's just a kid who's so scared of his own emotions and how his friend makes him feel, that he lashes out in the only response he knows how. He's a kid with anger issues, who makes mistakes just like the rest of us. I'm not excusing what he said, cause it was fucked up, but he recognized that it was fucked up and worked hard to apologize to Izuku and make it up to him. Even if Izuku had already forgiven him.

And I really do think Izuku had already forgiven him, because that's who Izuku is. Izuku never victimized himself. He couldn't. Because he wanted to be a hero, just like All Might. And he can't be a hero if he's a victim. That's a double edged mentality to have and it definitely came into play during the vigilante arc. Izuku is the kind of person who breaks himself to help others, he has little to zero self preservation skills mixed with overwhelming kindness and compassion. When Katsuki told him to take a swan dive, his response was essentially "You're an idiot Kacchan, what would you have done if I was the kind of person to take you seriously? Can't be a hero like that, nope!" He really didn't entertain the idea of himself jumping, and instead focused on berating Katsuki's rude and insulting behavior. He didn't like it and doesn't approve of a future pro acting like that, because he still holds no doubt that Katsuki will become a pro hero. Because "Kacchan's amazing".

Izuku and Katsuki's character arcs are so heavily intertwined that you really can't talk about one without mentioning the other. They know each other's habits, behavior, and mannerisms better than anyone else, yet misunderstanding is such a present theme in their relationship. It's so complex that I don't see it as a stereotypical victim×bully ship, it goes so much deeper than that.

In a story about hope, change, and redemption it's disheartening seeing parts of the fandom completely miss the point.

#i have more to say but im tired #bakudeku #bkdk #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #deku #katsudeku #greenade #bnha bakudeku

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 months

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2023 Naughty list

There have been a lot of lists and I have a real problem narrowing down my faves, so I'll start with a less than positive list because honestly it's just easier for me to bitch about things. I need to get this one out of my system to get to the good stuff.

Characters that had me seriously consider my stance on violence

This guy (they don't deserve names) - Love Tractor

HOW DARE HE??? I seriously wanted to reach through the screen and hit with something heavy. He made my baby Ye Chan cry and for that alone I will not never forgive nor forget.

This guy - Happy Merry Ending

I see him on a street, I'm running him over with my car. Period.

This pretty guy - Never let me go

I think the fact that several of us wanted Chopper to shoot him kinda says it all.

This guy - Unintentional Love Story

Won Young is a better person than me. His speech was awesome but for what he did to TaeJoon he deserved more.

That guy ( no pic necessary) - Bed Friend

Running him over. Twice. Maybe 3 times.

This guy - Sing My Crush

He made Ba Ram cry and stole his song. I wanna get that stupid smile of his face. Perhaps with a bat. This guy - I Feel You Linger In The Air

Prison is too good for him.

Ok. There are more but I'll finish here. I'm sure I forgot a bunch and I'm sure someone will gladly remind me.

Shows that had me pulling my hair, screaming at the screen or were a challenge to my completionist nature

The Promise

Anyone who saw this show knows why it's here, and whoever didn't, well I envy you. I wanted to slap Phupa on a weekly basis and was screaming "Nan, why do you like this guy??!! at regular intervals.

I think the only good thing that I can say about this show (other than Party) is that I think it was the first interaction I had on BL tumblr and it was with @respectthepetty that like me was suffering through it weekly.

Absolute Zero

What is there more to say that I haven't said? As @twig-tea and anyone who read my recaps knows, I started really liking this show, and my discussions with Twig about the time traveling aspect in the beginning were great. But halfway through, the show trough any logic out of the window and I began eye rolling and screaming at the screen at an increasing rate.

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2

These two were my lifeline. I apologize to the fans but I was already getting tired of Minato when they threw the amnesia plot in there so I was pulling my hair in the final episodes when Asuka and Shu weren't on screen.

Shadow Part II

THIS COULD'VE BEEN SO GOOD!

Other Mentions: What did I just watch? Why am I watching this? Why did I not drop this? Love Syndrome III , Tin Tem Jai, Past-Senger (that ending...); House of Stars (Thailand) and You Are Mine (Taiwan)

Now I can get to my other lists. I won't tag anyone but please tag me if anybody makes a naughty list.

#Rose Recaps 2023 #rose rambles

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urmultideadfandomperson · 25 days

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How would the Arcana Twilight boys would react if the MC is an actual polar bear. Or turned into a polar bear? 🐻‍❄️

MC Turns into a Polar Bear

Character/s: Summoner (MC), Arcturus, Spica, Pollux, Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: None

Summary: There was a failed experiment with a certain potion, resulting MC turning into a polar bear! What will the Guides do?

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Thank you for the first ask, anon! I apologize if this was released very long. My schedule this April is particularly busy, and I cannot focus on every task at once. MC being a literal polar bear has already been done by @pomegranateboba. Thank you for being patient, though! May you enjoy your read!

Arcturus

This sorcerer was very surprised in seeing you in such a form.

"Summoner? Is that you??"

No wonder you did not answer his calls on your Stella Tab!

He was about to attack you earlier with his wand when he saw the necklace on your furry neck, and then he realizes that it was you.

Arcturus knows the potion's effect is temporary, so he was kind enough to help you in Contell while being a polar bear.

You cannot speak at anybody, you can only roar in response. Somehow Arcky understands you and was able to translate your roars as words.

Arcturus has knowledge about animals. When he remembered that polar bears usually survive in the cold, he did not hesitate in taking you to a cold room.

When you poofed back, he was both happy and disappointed because (1) the effects finally wore off! But (2), the softness of your fur is gone :(

Either way, he's just happy you're back <3

Spica

He was both surprised and disappointed, maybe even slightly amused.

"Summoner, what... *sighs* what happened? And what did you do?"

Spica was still sane enough to handle this mess.

Though he thought he was dumb for asking you questions when you can only reply with roars.

He helped you throughout the school period in Contell, helping you adjust to your temporary form.

Spica was rather relieved that nobody minded too much about you being a polar bear.

But some students did scream.

And he had a headache trying to calm the students. You had to help him calm down by letting him rest on your fur.

So when you poofed back, the sorcerer was quick to ask if you were alright. After that, he served you some tea.

Pollux

One of the students who screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S A BEAR— W-Wait, Summoner?!!"

Pollux was quick to ask you what happened, but just like Spica, he felt stupid because your only replies were roars.

Either way, he was more than happy to help you throughout class!

When partnered for projects, the sorcerer was more than happy to help you. He wished to do the work, but if you insist in helping him, why not?

He kept flexing you to everyone, saying that he befriended a polar bear

One of the sorcerers who just love to groom your fur! His fingers running through your fur is very ticklish.

When you poof back, he is similar to Arcturus who will pout because you're no longer a bear.

But hey! Pollux is still thankful that you turned back. He wouldn't admit it, but he would panic if the effect was permanent.

Alpheratz

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Bless the stars, Summoner. You turned into a bear... can I sleep on you?"

This man is living the life of having a pillow, even for just a short amount of time.

But that doesn't mean he will not help you. Honestly, it's more of an excuse for him to stay with you longer. But don't take this the wrong way!

Alpheratz is a genius, thus he'd definitely understand your roars. He is the second polar bear translator in Contell.

He knows that polar bears survive in the cold, and what he did was take you to a clearing that was very cool because of the trees giving oxygen. Then he snuggled you to sleep there.

And not gonna lie, it actually felt good just sleeping like this with him.

You swore you almost heard Alpheratz groan in disappointment when you poofed back.

But eventually, he was glad you're back. You're still napping with him in that clearing, though.

Sirius

For some reason, he knew before he even saw you.

"A failed experiment with the potions, I see? Summoner, you could've been careful and you wouldn't end up this way,"

He likes to tease you, but not too much that will make you uncomfortable.

Sirius is actually pretty helpful while you stay in that form. He has a bit of difficulties trying to translate your roars, but it ends well.

This man will definitely just say to everybody of how you ended up like this. The fact he says it so casually wants you to punch him.

This menace is the opposite of Pollux. If the latter will groom your fur, this guy right here will mess with it, leaving you with messy fur.

Now you look like a bear who went through a hurricane.

When you poofed back, Sirius was actually surprised when you roared like a bear at his face for the excessive teasing.

After that, he laughs and continues to mess with you. You cannot escape this maniac because you love him.

Vega

As soon as he saw you, Vega took out his sword and points it at you.

"How did a bear get here in Contell?... wait, Summoner, is that you?"

Once he realizes, he draws back his weapon and apologizes for frightening you like that.

To make it up for you, Vega helps you around Contell and the classes.

When another sorcerer teases you (mainly Sirius), he will not hesitate to draw his sword to them as a warning.

While helping you, he likes to touch your fur with his hands. Heck, the sorcerer is so tempted, he actually took off his gloves just to feel you.

Vega is aware that it is rather hazardous for you, but he likes feeds you with his raspberry gelato.

When you poofed back, he asks if you have any discomforts from the effect of the failed potion. He sighs in relief when you reassure him you are okay.

Regardless of your form, whether you're a human or a polar bear, Vega will always see you as his best friend.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight headcanons #artw

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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Hii!

I saw your post for headcannons, and pardon me if i got this wrong- i legit spent so long making sure this fit with your rules too

Anyways, do you mind doing a hanma x fem!reader when she is mad/angry with him, how would he make up with her (when he did something of course)??? I’m interested to see how he would!

I don’t think this is a scenario… if it is, do please ignore this! 😭 Thank youuu 🫶 take as much time as needed!

a/n: hey bae! i was gonna consider this a scenario at first, but i was able to condense it into headcanons! so no worries. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy these! 🫶🏻

characters: hanma shuji

warnings: some angst, some suggestive content, mentions of arguing, mentions of violence (not towards reader), mentions of blood (not graphic), use of pet names (baby, doll, babydoll), fluff, mentions of food, very fluffy content.

MAKING IT UP TO YOU AFTER A FIGHT.

hanma shuji:

- i genuinely believe hanma is someone that’s easily stubborn. it’s a toxic trait of his! so expect him to be that kind of guy during an argument. he won’t ever spit hurtful words or anything like that, but he doesn’t like to take responsibility sometimes.

- hanma wouldn’t fight with you very often, but when you do, it can be nasty and kind of irritating.

- he argued with you this time over a fight he had gotten into. he was ordered by kisaki to go after this guy who owed him a large amount of money. hanma went and almost ended up with a knife in his side. you were of course worried when your boyfriend came home with bloody knuckles and a few cuts on his hands. sure, dating the reaper of tokyo was eventful, but you were worried about him. worst part of all, he didn’t seem to take that concern to heart. he just told you it was fine and you needed to relax.

- you didn’t like that response and it led into an argument. it was fairly heated. you actually had gotten up and decided to go sleep at your moms house because of how angry you were with him.

- hanma immediately felt guilty. once the anger had fizzled out, he realized that he was in the wrong. you loved him more than anybody else in the universe. he didn’t like arguing or yelling at you whenever it came to the shit he did for a living. you didn’t deserve that shit at all, and he wanted to apologize to you as soon as possible.

- at first, he tries to call. you weren’t interested in having a phone conversation and ultimately ignore his messages. you were being a concerned girlfriend for him, and you wished he took a step back and understood that.

- when he gets antsy, he gets ansty.

- this man’s worst fear is you walking up and leaving him. he cannot imagine a life without you in it, and he begins to freak out when you’re ignoring him. he knew he had to make it up to you, but he wasn’t sure how. he knew buying your forgiveness was wrong, so that was completely out of the question. he had to think long and hard about what he wanted to do, and he eventually came up with a solution.

- he decided to cook you a nice meal. he also left you a nice voicemail so you wouldn’t feel intimidated or nervous about his tone or anything. he missed you, and he hoped you would forgive him.

- “hey, babydoll. i know you’re upset and i’m sorry. i love you so much, and i want to make it up to you. please come home, baby.”

- after hearing the voice message you went to his place. hanma was so fucking nervous to see you, but you wanted to maintain a serious nature. you weren’t about to let hanma break your facade. you had every right to be angry, so you weren’t going to let him off that easily. he wasn’t an idiot either. he knew you’d be upset, but he just wanted you by his side again.

- he cooked some really nice food. probably your favorite dish honestly. he’s a pretty nice cook and he wasn’t about to let your favorite meal go sour.

- not gonna lie, the food was great. it was delicious and you wanted to fold right there, but hanma wanted to have a proper conversation first with you.

- after you ate, you went to the shared bedroom you once had with him. you had seen hanma serious plenty of times, but this was one time you saw a more vulnerable side of him. you could tell by his demeanor and his eyes that he was being sincere, and he was genuinely sorry for what he had done/said.

- “i’m sorry, doll. i know you were angry with me and i know you care. i wish i wasn’t such an idiot and you didn’t deserve to hear such harsh things. i love you, baby.. i could never be without you and i just want you to know how sorry i am.”

- as much as you wanted to be mad, you just couldn’t. he was serious and you couldn’t deny that he was being truthful.

- you decided to just wrap your arms around his torso, bringing him into a hug. hanma was shocked to see you doing such a gesture, but he was so glad to have you wrapped in his arms once again. he instantly hugged you and brought you close to his body. your scent made his once anxious heart relax with ease. he was so glad to see you again, and just have you in his presence. his baby.

- LOTS OF KISSES!!! this man would shower you with them.

- eventually, you guys lay down in bed and cuddle with one another. he’s probably slipping his hands under your shirt 🙄, but you let him because you honestly missed him too. this man is such a touchy and clingy baby sometimes, but you could care less.

- holds your hand and kisses them <3.

- i love him so much, bye.

#summer responds #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji x y/n #hanma #hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #anime headcanons

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wolfiemozart1787 · 9 months

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Thank you SO much

Hey, I just wanted to say to everyone who’s supporting me in this very unfortunate and just plain shitty thing that’s happening on AO3 - thank you. I really do appreciate it. AND just for those who have absolutely no idea what’s going on, I’ll explain it.

So, basically around three weeks ago I wrote and posted a smut fic on AO3 about two characters from Jackson’s Diary (if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Webtoon) and I immediately received an ENORMOUS amount of backlash, due to the fact the one of the characters was 17 - ergo, underage. I thought “well, that’s a reasonable thing to get titchy about”, so I re-tagged the work and stated in the A/N that the specific character was aged up a couple months, just to smoothen everything out. But, SURPRISE, it didn’t work. I started getting more backlash, which then turned into hate. It just kept coming and coming. At this point I was like “Jesus, how does one short fic cause all this?”. Then I received several requests (actually no, orders) to take the work down. Now, I’m new to writing fanfiction. I’ve been into reading it for maybe 4 years now, but I’ve only just started publishing works and this is the first fandom that I’ve officially joined, and I didn’t know that specific people had power over what I can and can’t write, sooo...yeah. But then, things took a turn.

I was scrolling through the fandom one day when I found a post titled “Please stop”. I was curious and clicked on it, only to find that it wasn’t an actual fanfic but a call-out post, telling all the people (aka me) who post smut fics (I literally posted ONE) to stop because it’s a.) disgusting, b.) is a basic representation of pedophilia and c.) is basically child p*rnography. Now I was astonished at these accusations. I aged up ONE character by a couple months, now I’m being called a pedophile? I explained that I myself am a minor, even younger than the underaged character, but of course that didn’t change anything. I tried to explain politely in the comments section that I didn’t mean anybody any harm whatsoever, and I was then harassed (and that’s not an overstatement) by several people, being told to take it down. So, my naive little brain couldn’t take it anymore so I took the work down. I then posted an apology. Now the reason I did this was not because I regretted writing the work, no no, it was just to stop all the goddamn disgusting comments about me. But it turns out I’d only added fuel to the fire.

I started receiving even more vile comments, some including death threats, others untruthful accusations about how I was a groomer or a child sexual abuser, others just calling me the most disgusting person alive. This had a serious effect on my mental health. I’m naturally a very happy person. I love making people laugh. I love making people smile and feel good about themselves, but now I felt like shit! I felt like I was all the things people were calling me. I was told to kill myself because everyone hated me. I don’t think there was a single supportive or positive comment on that post. I left it up for ages, until one day I came across a comment (from the same person who posted the “Please stop” fic) talking about a TikTok video about it. And I thought...”oh no”.

I IMMEDIATELY got my ass over to TikTok and saw the video, and...let’s just say I didn’t take it well. The comments were...unexplainable. Calling me the most vile words a person can be called. Accusing me of pedophilia, for the thousandth time! So many comments...horrible things said by people who don’t even know me! Judgement of my character, of my virtues, and they just kept coming. Then there was ANOTHER post by the same account, which then brought in MORE hurtful comments. By then I’d had enough. I had a full-on mental breakdown, trashing literally everything. Then anxiety started. I’m still in school, and I kept thinking “what if somebody at my school knows I did this?”. I started becoming anxious all the time, and it was all I thought about. Until somebody actually supported me and posted about the whole thing on Tumblr, which brought in SO many wonderful people! And I’ve tried explaining it to people on TikTok and AO3, but nobody will listen. But here I know people will listen. I’m sorry for sharing my whole boring story with you all, and by the way, it’s still ongoing so if you want to go have a look, it’s still up on AO3 with more comments every day!

But yeah, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all my supporters in this difficult time, you really do make my day.

#jackson's diary #ao3 #yeah it's pretty long #i love my supporters #MY FIRST ACTUAL TUMBLR POST YAYYY #kind of a serious subject #cyber bullying #online harassment

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teenagedirt · 8 months

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hiii I was wondering if you could do where Sam was jealous at a party because you were talking to a guy friend also I love your work female pronouns please Ty so much have a good day love ❤️❤️

Jealous boy

Sam Golbach X fem reader

NOTE: the guy Sam is getting jealous abt, is an og character made by me.

NOTE PT2: takes place when they lived in apartments.

Warning: mentions daddy issues. (Not y/n)

Your pov.

I was leaned up against a wall, drink in hand, talking to a friend of a friend. Casual conversation, nothing more, he was talking about his girlfriend, and their relationship. I spotted Sam staring me down, when I saw him he quickly looked away, I thought nothing of it. I learned his name was Austin, he has a girlfriend named grace. He seemed to have a bit of a complicated relationship with his dad, but no judgment from me.

I notice Sam huff and puff as he talked to colby, looking mad. I wasn't sure why. So I excuse my self from Austin, and walk over to him. "Hey..uh you okay babe" I ask, wanting to know why Sam was suddenly acting like this, he was just having fun then like a switch he was angry.

"Cmon. We're leaving for this conversation, you can coke back later" he says and pulls me torwarss the door of colby's apartment.

Make it out to the hallway "okay Sam, what the fuck. What's wrong with you, I don't understand." I was getting frustrated he didn't look angry anymore, I guess that's a good thing.

"Why were you talking to him like that"

"Who? Austin? Like what?" I was confused, he's acting like we were flirting. What's the big deal?

"He's Austin, you were completely flirty, laughing at his jokes, and getting excited over everything, over there leaned against the wall." He says lowly, I could te he truly believes this.

"Baby...no, he was talking about his girlfriend Grace, listen, I would never flirt with anybody other than you. I don't want anybody other than you"as I say this his face softens.

"I'm sorry for doubting you, for getting jealous, I'm so embarrassed now" he cusses under his breath.

I touch his shoulder, not really sure what else to do. "It's okay, I'm not mad, I'm happy you care to talk to me about it, then apologize when you realize you're wrong"

He pulls me into a hug and gently presses a kiss to my head. He head back into the party. Both of us happy, neither jealous.

Sorry this is so short!!

Also! Thank you for liking my work! This genuinely means so much to me!!

Next fic:colby brock X reader.

#fanfic #x reader #stories #fanfiction #fluff #sam and colby #sam golbach #jelous

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donnas-dollface · 1 year

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Kisses;

characters: alcina dimitrescu x wife reader, dimitrescu daughters and their mummas <3

a/n; this is just a scrib based on something that just popped into my mind. and I absolutely adore soft alcina so boom! I apologize if it's kinda short, but i'm thinking of opening requests soon so keep an eye out! 👀

summary; Children gag at their parents kissing, but how do you know they're not just jealous about Mom being the one getting affection?

"BLEGH!" "AW IT'S LIKE IN THE FAIRYTALES!"

You couldn't help but start giggling into the kiss that Alcina had pulled you into, thus pulling away to glance at the girls. Alcina pouted, but also glanced at her daughters whom were seated at the dining table, their breakfast long forgotten. Bela looked disgusted, her nose wrinkled up. Cassandra was fake gagging, and Daniela was smiling.

"You girls can stand the sight of Heisenberg, but not your mothers kissing?"

"Uncle Heisenberg doesn't have anybody to kiss!"

That just sent you laughing, whilst Alcina chuckled, making a mental note to tell her brother of what was said. Turning towards them, you beckoned the three to come to where you and Alci were standing, smiling as they all clambered towards you.

"Are you three jealous??"

And with that, you grinned, scooping the three together and began peppering their cheeks in kisses. All three squealed, and Cassandra began wriggling, trying to scurry away. Bela was turning her head away, and Dani was happily accepting the affection.

Unluckily for Cass, she was scooped up by Alcina, who planted a big kiss on the side of her cheek. "MOMMM!" "MAA!" You heard your wife's laugh and turned to see Cassandra with a lipstick mark on her face, which she was attempting to wipe off. On the other hand, Dani was hugging you, and Bela had an "annoyed" look on her face. "Now you three don't need to be jealous, everyone's got their kisses for the day," you teased, tussling Bela's hair. You could've sworn you saw her smile slightly, and then Alcina tapped your shoulder, Cass still in her other arm.

"Ahem, I'm owed a kiss for earlier's disruption."

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rotten-debzee · 11 months

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Murderer Heather AU(?)

(I wouldn't call it Heather as JD anymore since they go through different character development)

The plot of the story begins as it's supposed to be, a Veronica among Heathers and JD being a loner.

Everything seems normal until instead of falling in love with him, Veronica starts to feel disgusted by JD and the way he views the world. She just wants to push him away and act like they don't know each other, but JD didn't handle rejection that well so he keeps insisting and stalking Veronica around to supposedly 'win her back'.

The days pass, and our infamous party happens, but Veronica still hangs out with the Heathers, since this time, she goes alone to apologize to Heather, and you can say things went down well and smoothly with them after that.

Veronica wanted to feel happy now, instead, she feels observed by JD at every step, and the anxiety doesn't let her live peacefully, she always seems insecure and this doesn't goes unnoticed by Chandler of course.

Heather always had the feeling that the trench coat boy was no good, so, with the growing feelings she is developing towards Veronica, she started to be protective over her (in a way it isn't obvious yet), not letting her be in her own, so he won't dare to be near her.

Everything seems to get better, but some day, everything just went downhill when JD takes Veronica into the woods, wanting to push himself into her without her consent. She keeps trying to fight him back but he's stronger.

Heather saw him taking her away, so she followed them, watching the events happen from a distance at first, but she couldn't just stay there without doing anything, her Veronica is in danger.

So she runs towards them, not knowing what to do until she reaches out the gun JD had in his coat, not knowing that this time around, the gun was filled with real bullets.

She didn't even checked, since she just wanted to stop him at all cost, so without a single doubt in her body, she shoot him, first bullet at his head, second bullet at his chest.

Heather takes Veronica closer to her, gentle and protective, finally free from that guy. But after they finally come back to senses, both the girls stay in shock for a while, staring how the dead body of JD remains bleeding on the grass.

"What should we do now?"

Their plan is risky, almost cruel, but having no other choice and being blinded by fear, the decide to make his murder seem like a suicide, wanting to protect themselves, knowing that nobody actually will care if the loner boy died at the end of the day.

As time passes, Heather grows from protective to possesive, she doesn't want anybody near her Veronica, not even the other Heathers, she doesn't want more people threaten the safety of her beloved one.

She would gladly lock her in her room if only she had a way to do it.

The mean demeanor and aggressiveness of Heather also grows like scorching fire, if someone wasn't afraid of her before, they definitely are now.

And not only that is growing inside her, as she keeps thinking, maquinating.

After doing her first kill, the idea of getting rid of people who bothers her starts to sound appealing to Heather, and seeing how easy she can get off the hook, she suddenly had the urge to give in her temptations and go for another shot.

And days later, the perfect trigger was pulled when she found out about how close Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney were from hurting her Veronica.

So, she decides to start hunting down the jocks. After she brought a gun by her own, she attract the boys to her, and everything happens just as she planned, and this time, Heather doesn't meddle Veronica in between.

The school is noticed about the two boys 'suicide' not so long after, nobody getting sad for that. Except for Veronica, who eventually founds out the real reason of the jocks deaths.

Getting enough courage to do so, she confronts Heather about it.

Her manners are becoming clumsy, her perfect facade is starting to feel messy.

Heather seems completely out of her mind for some reason.

And Veronica just want her to snap out of whatever she is going through right now.

They argued loudly in Heather's room.

They scream.

They cry.

Until Veronica finally snaps, "you're becoming just like him!"

Heather, clearly seems affected by Veronica's statement, remembering how awful human being 'he' was. And of course she didn't wanted to be like that, sure, she is aware that she has never been a good person herself, but oh lord, from all the people she can be compared with she doesn't wanted to be related to that crazy psychopath.

"I'm... scared of you..."

Specially not when that is coming from Veronica's lips.

"And I swear to god, Heather, if you start to act like he did, I don't want you near me anymore"

Heather is left alone in her house, hurted and doubtful, thinking about her past decisions and her future.

When did she became like him to begin with? She just wanted to protect Veronica from the people who hurt her, but now, even Veronica is scared of Heather hurting her.

That it's not how it was supposed to be.

She was supposed to be the good one in Veronica's story, not the other way around.

And the worst part is that she isn't even sorry for what she have done, she even was starting plans to kill the other heathers for causing Veronica to go where the jocks were that time.

She wasn't regretful, because they just received what they deserved. Right?

They both are down and hurted, missing each other and hoping that things haven't ended up the way the ended.

Until a few days later, Heather approach Veronica in her house, wanting to make things better.

But not being good with words as she has never been a person who apologies, she prefers to let her actions talk for her.

Holding Veronica closer, Heather remains helpless, for the first time, vulnerable, as she kneels before her.

"Should I also receive what I deserve for killing them, Ronnie? If that is what you want, should I die too as my punishment for trying to be god?"

Heather decided to willingly gives up her life, handing Veronica her gun, ready to get punished with it if that's what the other girl wants for her.

And of course, Veronica is taken aback, horrified at the implications, she doesn't wants Heather to die, let alone kill her, she doesn't want anybody to die.

She only wanted to stop being afraid, she just wanted to cherish Heather, the only person she cares about the most, she wanted to live her seventeen as a normal kid.

Dropping the gun at the floor, that's exactly what she answers. Kneeling in front of Heather to be at the same level as her, taking her hands on her own.

Veronica just wanted Heather to stay by her side.

And if Heather also wants Veronica by her side, why not just do that?

"We can't change the past, and we don't know the future, so why not... stay in the present, just you and me? If you are willing, let's be better... Together..."

Heather doesn't feel like she deserves a happy ending.

"It's not too late for me, Ronnie?"

But Veronica doesn't seems to agree with her.

"It's not if you say yes..."

Heather gave her goddess the choice to take her life in exchange for her sins, and her goddess has given her mercy, a second change to fix the broken, and live not only for her, but with her.

She can't disappoint her, she won't disappoint her.

Mistakes have been made, and shattered she begun to be, but, she is not broken yet.

Her fate may not be falling apart after all.

And she shall spend all her life proving that as a fact to her goddess.

"I will. I chose to be by your side... Always..."

The end?

#danm that was heavy #based on our love is god and seventeen #hope this make sense lol #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #chansaw #heathers #heathers fanfic

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wesleysniperking · 4 months

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Omg y’all. I know some people aren’t religious. And I’m not pushing anything onto anybody. But I just discovered something that stopped me in my tracks. This actually isn’t even really new to any Usopp fan, at least on Reddit 🤷🏽‍♀️ .

It’s another Elbaf theory (more so a connection).

Beware of spoilers!

So, I don’t know if Oda is a religious person, or even knows the story of David and Goliath. He very well might simply be irreligious. And as my sister put it, the best stories told by anybody are unknowingly from inspired by the bible. Oda has named some characters and things that come exclusively from the Bible.

But it has just hit me that Usopp is the David from David and Goliath. Okay, y’all have probably heard that (if you know you know). When some people have stated their Usopp Elbaf theory some have referenced David and Goliath. But get this…

NOT ONLY DOES DAVID FIGHT GOLIATH WITH A SLING, but what is significant is that David was also a shepherd. What do shepherd’s do? They take care of and guard sheep!

And Merry, her design and theme was that of a sheep! And y’all know how badly Usopp fought for her. He was willing to challenge his own captain over her, and that took guts and a strong asf conviction.

Of course of course, Usopp saw himself in Merry. He thought that if the crew could easily discard Merry they’d do the same to him. But that still doesn’t necessarily discredit my idea.

Usopp still fought for Merry because she had life, and was nakama. Like a true shepherd.

This is a passage in regards to the David parallel I’m trying for:

But David said to Saul, “Your servant was tending his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and took a lamb from the flock, I went out after him and attacked him, and rescued it from his mouth; and when he rose up against me, I seized him by his beard and struck him and killed him. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; and this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, since he has taunted the armies of the living God.” And David said, “The LORD who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine.” And Saul said to David, “Go, and may the LORD be with you.”

David is pretty much saying that he’d fight tooth and nail for any of his sheep, and Usopp did so for Merry. And if I want to get a little punny here, sheep does sound like ship. And with this same conviction David was willing to fight Goliath.

But in all seriousness, there are a few parallels that I just can’t stop thinking about.

I asked my mother about the biblical figure David. And she told that he started out as this small shepherd boy and grew up to be king. Now Usopp isn’t a king. BUT 1) I know he’ll eventually become the king of shooters AND 2) during the Enies Lobby arc and Thriller Bark arc he donned the Sogeking persona. So, like David he did become a king, temporarily (and will STILL become a king). I know it doesn’t sound quite clear. But I think y’all know what I’m trying to say.

Therefore, I must reason with myself. With Usopp being such a king during the Water 7 and Enies Lobby arc, and being right about Merry, I think the only reason why he apologized was to be humbled. I think that’s one of the only ways I can put it since I’m not truly certain if Usopp needed to apologize but we’ll save that for another day, or get over it.

Yet, I go back to David’s story, and I think about what happened after he became king. He became very problematic. Messing around with married women and what have you. So, Usopp needed to showcase humility. And Usopp did so by wholeheartedly apologizing to Luffy and the crew after leaving and rejoining the Straw Hats. Usopp can’t be too big headed.

Also, another thing I gathered was that David is known as the warrior king in the Bible. This aligns with Usopp’s dream and ideal: to become a brave warrior of the sea.

God chose David because he had a good heart. Don’t get me wrong, Usopp has his flaws (who doesn’t?). But that doesn’t mean he isn’t compassionate. He was willing to go to considerable lengths to have Kuro’s crew NOT touch the village. Despite not having 8,000 men to back him up, Usopp was willing to fight alone. He was adamant in saving the village with or without Luffy, Zoro, and Nami. Like David’s faith in God, Usopp’s conviction (the impossible an afterthought) gave him the faith to make the decision alone. The decision to fight with only his wit, determination, and superb marksmanship.

Therefore, Usopp has a good heart. He is the chosen one in his own way, simply because he’s just a normal person continuously underestimated because of his lack of physical strength.

Moving onto my next point.

Ever heard of the term the lamb of god? If not, I understand. But the lamb of god represents sacrifice. In Christianity this is the belief as implied in the Bible. And Merry, the ship Usopp fought so hard to save, sacrificed herself! She sacrificed herself to save Luffy and the crew! So that the Straw Hats could live!

I got this from journallive.com:

To be called a Lamb of God means that God gave Jesus to be killed like a lamb for our sins so we could live forever.” The majority of Old Testament passages that mention “lamb” refer to a sacrifice (85 out of 96). As a nation, Israel began its history by putting lamb's blood on the doorposts and lintels of each house.

The Strawhats aren’t immortal but we all know they’ll have a long lasting legacy. Merry is one of the reasons why they were able to move onto the New World (even if she wouldn’t be there with them), and live out their dreams. Back to the the David parallel, it’s significant to realize that Merry saved the crew mainly because of Usopp’s care. If he hadn’t taken care of Merry, Merry wouldn’t have developed a spirit. Merry wouldn’t have saved the crew. Simple.

It kinda makes me tear up just thinking about it. But like Christ, Merry sacrificed herself to save those she cared about. She sailed away with the crew one last time before she died to save them.

I understand if anyone reading this may debunk my words simply because they think I’m reading too much into things. But I don’t think I am, because like any Usopp fan, I think his actions during Water 7 hold a lot of meaning. Some say he did some stupid stuff in the Water 7 arc because of a stupid boat. But it wasn’t that.

So, how does this tie into Elbaf?

Well, a user on TikTok (m05s_3nergy) theorized that when the crew are in Elbaf, there will be a moment where they’ll encounter a formidable foe, and before the crew (or Luffy or another crewmate) step in, Usopp would step forward and let them know that he’ll deal with the enemy himself, and to move on without him.

Now, it’s up to anyone at this point to explore the possibility of him biting the dust or not.

One of the things I can conclude about each theory is that they all sound really cool, and I really do hope that Usopp will get a moment that’s similar to one of them. To have a David and Goliath moment isn’t as far-fetched as some would think because the most obvious parallel is less subtle than some think. Usopp admires the Elbaf giants and he’ll eventually be in the land of giants (Elbaf has been confirmed 👀). With Luffy’s track record they’ll come across trouble quickly, and as found in most of the arcs, a LOT will be going on. How can Usopp not have a moment to shine? When David dealt with Goliath it took smarts. He acquired 5 stones and with his faith in God, he was able to defeat Goliath.

Before anyone thinks that the Franky-Egghead hype and Zoro-Wano hype is what Usopp-Elbaf hype is. I think you’re mistaken. Since Little Garden, Usopp and Elbaf have been associated.

Usopp has befriended 5 (or was it 6?) giants from Elbaf. I can ramble on some more. But I’ll stop here. I just wanted to talk about the David and Goliath parallels and religious themes.

I might make a video on this very topic. There’s more research I need to do. And many more parallels I must make. So stay tuned.

Conclusion:

Usopp = David

Slingshot = Sling

Goliath/Philistines = Formidable opponent/admiral/Evil Elbaf giant

Israelites = Strawhats and Elbaf dwellers

One person already beat me to it when it came to my David being a shepherd parallel: https://www.reddit.com/r/WildAnimeTheories/s/Pi1h3PhNuN

The user expands on other theories I find valid as well. They’re worth reading.

Reddit users just love the David and Goliath parallels:

1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/4jciG5CbiD

2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/G8UNHHox2Z

3: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/F9XOlBV2st

4: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/vs0zolxht6

5: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/OB5WlCEjVZ

6: https://www.reddit.com/r/Piratefolk/s/zjqJPslEsp

7: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/VRfJoJCPJg (this post makes more connections).

8: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/7gNionwEhO

9: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/IbupOpfYwO

10: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/8iNZsaQpfE

11: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/7akm49XfYK

12: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/mpDbdWCOar

13: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/P0GW2ZZiun

14: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/6s9IdE1Tec

15: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/iJDeiyvmrc

16: https://www.reddit.com/r/OnePiece/s/Dh4XYYToxj

Many more theories and links I’ll provide in another post.

#WaitTillElbaf

usopp fan art credit: msprinklez (@danbooru)

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dear-departed · 4 months

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Hellooooo :) I wanted to make a request for Obey Me! but I am unsure if you would be willing to write for the idea that I have. I saw on your rules that you are somewhat okay with morbid themes and idk if you would consider this morbid and I completely understand if you arent comfortable with this.

But how would the brothers react to an MC who has killed another human before? Either in self defense or in defense of a sibling/friend... like they completely snapped and lost control when it happened and didnt realize what they were doing until it was over.

Desc.: MC has killed in self defense. How will the brothers react to a human with blood on their hands? Warnings for descriptions of violence.

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff mostly. Headcanons

Character(s): All 7 demon brothers. Brief mention of Diavolo. A/N: I haven't played the game in a while. If there's any new stuff that came out and I'm unaware of it, I apologize in advance. Also I'm terribly sorry for putting off my inbox for so long.

Frankly, most of the brothers aren’t bothered, regardless of if it was self defense or not. After all, demons aren’t very known for having a strong moral compass.

Lucifer is likely the most concerned. He wants Lord Diavolo’s plans to play out just as he envisioned them, and making peace with both the celestial realm and mortal plane is difficult if everyone is aware that the exchange student is a killer. He tells you to keep it down low. “I will not tolerate any rumors circulating. If anybody goes digging to find out, notify me, and I will deal with them swiftly.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious, but giving off the impression that he’s curious about your mortal life would be unprofessional and humiliating. And after all, he has everything on your profile, so why would he need to ask? He doesn’t offer protection; he simply assumes you’re aware that you’re safe under his watch. If something else happens, he’s there within no time. Fuming, so much so that you’re afraid he might create another Satan. Mammon thinks you’re badass. I mean, within the thousands of years all the brothers have lived, it’s natural that all of them have led to the demise of at least one other person. But humans? It’s rare you find a human who has directly ended the life of another, with their own two hands. He can’t help himself but ask. One of those days where he can’t find it in him to leave you alone. “So… what’d you use? A knife? Yer hands? Not that I care, or anything… I just want to know! I should be the first to know. I’m your first, after all.” Sits his happy ass on your bed and kicks his feet back and forth like the bbg he is. Leviathan is only human. Well… only demon. He’s allowed to be curious, and by God, he is. He can’t help but compare you to every goddamn anime and manga and video game under the sun. He makes assumptions, rather than asking, primarily because you can’t get a word in edgewise from all his theories. “Y-You killed them with a phone cord, right? Or wait— a knife; so, you can get that perfect camera pan from the body to the blood shining off you…” He’s close to having a nosebleed right there, imagining the cinematics. Honestly, he’d be a good play or movie director if he had some more flexibility. Luckily, though, he doesn’t think you’re a normie. What kind of normie kills another person? Exactly. Satan, like Leviathan, has a lot of theories and questions. The self-proclaimed detective of the House of Lamentation has many questions… even if it already was a solved-and-shut case. “What did you use? Was that hatred festering in your body for a while? No, not at all, it couldn’t have… you said it was in self-defense. Perhaps, a crime of passion when you got them under you? Crime is a strong word, however… a homicide of passion. It sounds like something out of a book, to be frank. It couldn’t have been those feeble excuses for self-defense, like pepper spray, or those tasers you humans have… no, it had to have been lethal.” To be honest, he starts talking to himself rather than you. “I’ve figured it out! You were getting mugged, a dim alleyway, later than your normal route as you had to stay longer for work… It was a lone thug, an inexperienced criminal… they threatened you with one of those airsoft guns with the orange tips pried off. After all, such a newbie would be far too afraid to take another human life. Of course, you only knew that after they were dead… you pepper-sprayed them, and in a bout of fright and the frantic urge to survive, you beat them to death with a nearby brick!”

“… Sure, Satan. Right on the money.” You reply, thumb and forefinger squeezing the bridge of your nose. Asmodeus is under the impression you’re some big bad brute. You know, he has a thing for dangerous people like you… to be fair, he has a thing for just about any type of person, but let him flirt, alright. He’s more than content to listen to your story while he paints your nails or does whatever the hell he wants with your hair. He reacts in an animated manner, truly enthralled. “Oh really?” “Awe, I bet that was gross!” “You took care of yourself after, right? That skin of yours?” He scolds you for not taking care of yourself if you fell into a depression after the incident. “You neglected yourself that much? Shame, shame!” Of course, it’s all lighthearted. If you’re up for it, a bottle of demonus and/or a bottle of human wine? He loves gossip and wine, two of his favorite things aside from beauty and expensive skincare and makeup. And sex. And strip clubs, and partying- okay, he has a lot of favorite things.

Beelzebub is a family man, no doubt about it. You get scary dog privileges just from being around him. A hulking beast of a man, who just wants you to share a nice meal with him. He doesn’t care to probe or ask questions, but he’ll certainly lend an ear if you want to talk. The only thing is that he stares directly into your face as you talk, hand absentmindedly reaching around into a bag of chips or a bowl of snacks. He offers them to you, “snacks always make me feel better, here.” He vows to make sure nobody tries to harm you, and does he sure fucking live up to that promise. Nobody tries to poke fun, much less harm you, when he’s around. And if they do something while he’s around the corner? Oh boy, he’ll toss them around like a bag of potatoes.

Belphegor asks you to talk him to sleep oftentimes. Not that your voice is boring, just that he finds it calming. He slowly dozes off and you take the chance to get out some of the emotions haunting you, some of the images in your head of the lifeless body of your attacker laying on the floor, or the red and blue flashing lights. You start talking to him. Retelling the story, trying to fill in some of the details that have eluded you, things you looked over in your panic when it had first happened. Something that is so soothing to him, your voice, manages to draw him out of his slumber. He keeps his eyes closed, but his brain awake He doesn’t mean to pretend to be asleep, he doesn’t care if you know he’s awake or not, he’s just too tired to face the light. “… humans disgust me.” He remarks, drawing you out of your retelling. “…not you. Not you, of course. The person that attacked you, they disgust me. I hope their soul rots and grows maggot infested.” He scowls quietly.

#obey me #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me shall we date #Obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me asmo #Obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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writingwithcolor · 2 years

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Wealthy Black character in historical romance, written by white author

@confusedcrowcaws asked:

Dear Team,

Apologies in advance if this comes off as a really navel-gazy question, I’m genuinely not sure if I should start writing this book. I’m a white woman writing paranormal fiction set in late Victorian England. The male lead is a young Black gentleman scholar. His role is to solve the mystery and be the ‘voice of reason’, and his race doesn’t come into play at all in the main plot, and only a little in his sub-plot romance with the (white) female lead. Even there, it’s not a major obstacle, and their relationship will proceed smoothly and happily. Being Black in England during that time, he has been exposed to racism and prejudice which has affected his character in various ways, but while this will be touched on as part of his general background, but won’t be a theme. The book is set in a remote location and he socially outranks everyone he meets there, except the female lead, who is his social equal. Everyone takes his position of ‘gentleman’ at face value and treats him accordingly, which he accepts from them as a matter of course as his due. There is no slavery in his or his family’s backgrounds. His grandparents were well-to-do in their countries of origin, and decided to move to England to be well-to-do here because it suited them to do so (this part is based on research and I believe that the family history I have constructed is historically plausible).

The reason I am writing is that I keep getting stuck on the idea that the whole thing falls into the ‘nobody asked for this’ category. I’ve gone over my plans and character concepts in some detail with a sensitivity reader, who came back with the verdict that the character/story was 'perfectly appropriate’ for me to write. If I do write it, I will obviously continue to work with them, but right now I’m really stuck on the thought that just because it’s technically okay for me to write the character, doesn’t mean anybody actually wants to read it. I mean, there’s literally no reason for the character to be Black, other than that he is. I can’t justify it, I am not trying to 'say’ anything by or about it. He came about because I had the whole rest of the story and characters ready to go, but just couldn’t 'get’ the male lead, who I assumed at the time to be white. Then I saw something about trying out characters as other races or genders, and suddenly there he was, fully formed.

To be completely honest, if I’m wandering around a bookshop and see a new historical novel with Black leads, the first thing I look at is the author page. So far (in my actual experience of walking around bookshops), the authors have always been Black themselves, at which point I get excited and usually buy the book*. Honestly, if I saw a smiling white lady who looked like me on the back page, I would almost certainly go 'pfft, what does she know/who does she think she is’ and put it back down, which is pretty much the same reaction I have when I think about this prospective book of my own. On the other hand, I’m super attached to this character now and really want to write him!

*Also, I note that the characters in those books usually (always, in my actual physical 'walking around bookshops’ experience) have their roots in slavery one way or another, and now I feel weird that mine doesn’t, like I’m ignoring something I shouldn’t be?

Write the story!

Given the popularity of books and shows like Bridgerton, there is clearly an audience for it. I’ve also heard of a similar book and show release called Mr. Malcolm’s List.

Black characters in history don’t need an excuse to exist. Unfortunately, the average reader may call for an explanation, especially if the character is not a slave or servant. For this reason, it’s helpful to give them a background that “explains the why.” No need to dwell on it, but you can just “place it there.” without making a big fuss on their existence. The background you depicted, for example, is enough.

This is to get it out of the way due to the racial bias-embedded questioning that suspends some readers' belief (bleh). It’s too bad, but reality at the moment.

If Jane Austen could write a Black woman heiress in 1817, why can’t authors do this today without folks bumbling and mumbling about “historical accuracy”?

Georgiana Lambe, Black West Indian heiress in Jane Austin’s unfinished novel turned television series, Sandition

For similar reasons, it’s good to describe characters physically and to do it early, as characters that are not described are often defaulted to being white.

All that being said:

This does not mean you need to give in to giving them a slavery-based history. That’s where accommodations for reader bias ends. We. do. not. always. gotta be slaves! Please explore the rich and varied history of the African diaspora. Black history doesn’t need to begin or end with slavery. These are important stories and important history, but not the only, single story, not the only, single history.

Romance

Some things to keep in mind: Black men / white women relationships shouldn’t have to be the default.

From a representation standpoint, there’s a lack of:

Black men in (healthy, equal) relationships with dark skinned women, particularly Black women

Black women in (healthy, equal) relationships with any race (Black, interracial or no)

Other Black, Indigenous, People of Color in historical stories and romances overall

Including some more of those groups could be a great idea. You could always give your character a sister, brother, cousins, BIPOC friends, etc.

As for you being a white author

This puts you under higher scrutiny of getting things right. You may also have people who will question and ignore the book for that reason alone. I’m personally not one of those people, and I know a lot of other people just want a good story that is inclusive and well-written. Remain open to constructive criticism and feedback, but do not feel as if you’re not “allowed” to write BIPOC protagonists and love interests. Build it, and they will come!

Still, whenever you get a chance, please do boost and support your fellow Authors of Color, as their stories are often overlooked by publishers in favor of those by white authors.

~Mod Colette

#Black #black men #black people in history #slavery #history #romance #relationships #romantic relationships #interracial relationships #historical romance #genre #publishing #writing #authors #creator responsibility #asks

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sm-baby · 6 months

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Slove actually made a post about it on character ai

(She also stated her pronouns are she/her by the way)

Apparently her first account was deactivated because someone said one of the Tray bots was "offensive" because of "unnecessary cultural representation"

Like someone actually got offended that this sweetheart wanted to appropriate and represent cultures??

And her second account this last account got deactivated because of NSFW?? Even though there was no NSFW in any of her bots??

Slove apologizes if the cultural representation made anyone uncomfortable especially POC because she didn't want there cultural business put out there and she could understand that as a POC (Portuguese Latina) but like BRO ITS A BOT THE BOT ISN'T LIKE GONNA BE RACIST TO YOU UNLESS YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKE IT RACIST OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT

Slove even put herself out there on the internet saying that she's a MINOR and that NSFW is gross and its disgusting to think that someone would report her not and having a dirty mind and sexualizing your ocs when obviously you don't want that

Slove said that if any of the fluff she made the bots had made anybody uncomfortable she apologizes

She said that she'll try and make another account and review her bots more carefully so we can enjoy the bots she made

LIKE THERE'S THIS ASS GOING AROUND REPORTING HER BOTS FOR THINGS SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO AND YET SHE'S APOLOGIZING LIKE BRO THAT'S FUCKED UP

I was looking for a post I couldn't find one D': SLOVE IM SO SORRY! I SO SORRT THAT UGLY ASS BITCH DID THAT TO YOU BABY YOURE AWESOME!!

Its not your fault at all, Slove! The Character were well made with how little you info you had of them!

The fluff was NOT uncomfortable at all! It was all so cute! Even then, the fluff was really light! Theres nothing happening in the conversations that wouldn't happen irl!

HUH?? TRAY BEING RACIST?? no not at all man!! Tray was literally just asking about heritage, and he was so vague about it, theres nothing to be racist about! Augh!! Something really just saw anything that points to race and culture and called it racist, that SUCKS so bad! Trat is just acting like someone who is interested in culture (ID KNOW BECAUSE I LIKE ASKING PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR CULTURE AND TRADITIONS!!!)

And NSFW??? First of all, the only thing remotely close to NSFW was Castor flirting which wasn't anything at all, and even then it was very light compared to what was already in C. AI... Other than that there was literally nothing else... Because this all felt like every things that everyday people did... Theres nothing remotely nsfw. Plus it was adorable and very in character, it was written WELL.

Waugh... Don't dwell on it, Slove! Its not your fault at all! The fact that they took down ALL bots/ your entire account means that this was incredibly targetted for no reason... Maybe because of a troll or maybe someone was being fucking annoying... You did nothing wrong, this was not at all your fault, you have nothing to apologize for!

I pat your back! I pat your back and give you a hug cuz you don't deserve such a targeted attack man!!

The same way Ken is Kenough, you are Slove cuz you are SLOVELY!!! (I love your name- anyway-)

FREE MY MAN SLOVE!! JUSTICE FOR SLOVE!!

#man that sucks #slove that was such a targetted attack #i am wheeling you to the hospital as we speak #WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO

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haitanislvt · 1 year

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"fuckin druggies, man "

plug!tokyo rev x reader

tw: drugs, weed, nicotine, throwing up/greening out

characters: manjiro sano, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo

not proof-read

manjiro sano 'mikey'

you were desperate for anything to get you high, you couldn't be sober for another hour. all of your plugs from before weren't responding, pissed off you threw your phone across the room. When your friend walked in she asked what was wrong with you. You just groaned that you needed a cart since your last one ran out. you threw the cartridge to her and she looked at the empty pod. your friend looked through her phone to see anybody with anything. she told you she knows someone in the area with the best shit with the best prices. your head shot up immediately commanding her to show you where he is. she grabs your hand and takes you out of the house.

you two walked for a good 5 minutes and suddenly you two were in front of a simple small house, you friend knocked loudly on the front door. a tall man with a blonde braid and a dragon tattoo came to open the door. He seemed to recognize your friend and let you two in. you guys sat in the living room which had the windows all blocked. in front of you, you saw the tall man and another with with long blonde hair, much shorter, and had the front part of his hair tied back. right next to you was your friend. silence occurred until your friend bursted and threw you under the bus while laughing, telling them about your little tantrum before for running out of weed. the short guy looked towards you into your soul, not saying a word, the taller guy chuckled and looked towards the shorter guy. in a second he snapped his fingers towards a backpack on the side of the room and the taller guy rose up and grabbed the backpack, putting it in front of the shorter guy. thats when he dug through the backpack, pulling out 5 different types of carts, a bag of weed, and some vapes in front of you, "you choose" you ask how much he's selling them for and he looks up at you with a small smile, "don't worry about it angel"

you look down at the little catalog and grab one of the carts and an esco bar. you make eye contact with him and he grabs the rest and shoves it down his backpack. again you ask for the pricing and he smoothly tells you, "free if i can get your number" your eyes widen at his comment, you can hear your friend and his friend gasp in shock. he hand you his phone and you take it slowly to dial your number in. he slowly smiles at you while taking his phone back. his tall friend then breaks the moment telling you guys they have a meeting with their gang, toman. you slowly nod and your friend grabs your wrist while saying goodbyes. you look back before you two left and you saw him waving goodbye to you.

you got home and decided it was a good time to get high. you were scrolling through tiktok till you got a message from an unknown number. you replied back asking who they were. "its mikey, the guy you got your shit from" your eyes widen you quickly apologize and he tells you to not worry about. he then texts you asking if you could call. you told him you were high asf but yeah. you then see him calling you. you answer and you two ended up calling till you two fell asleep on call. lets just say you two had potential.

rindou haitani

you were hanging out with ran since y'all have known each other for a long time. but you two were passing blunts around just trynna get higher than the ceiling. your boyfriend of 8 months broke up with you that morning so you went to ran crying your eyes out and he suggested to get high with him.

it was like 12 am and you forgot everything about your ex boyfriend, and all you could think about was how hot his younger brother rindou is, but you couldn't tell ran that, no. but after two more hits you were done, you couldn't think straight but ran still had a consciousness, well at least more than you.

suddenly the door behind you two open and its rindou. you two shot back your eyes at him startled him which he made a face, "jeez i'm just grabbing some water you fucking druggies." ran laughs telling his brother to join him, you just sat there, dozing off to space. rindou reluctantly agrees. he sat right next to your dazed form, flicking you in the forehead which caused you to snap back into reality. "dumbass how high are you?" you just hummed at him which gave him an answer. ran passed his brother the blunt and he realizes you two were smoking his shit. "ay what the fuck ran? did you take these pre-rolls from my room?!?!" ran chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, rindou rolled his eyes and took a hit then passing it your nagging self. you were all up on him, and it definitely the weed in your system that gave you your boldness since you probably would never pull anything to rindou. but you were all upon him, leaning on his shoulder and clinging on his arm, rindou didn't prevent anything and just grabbed his phone looking for a good playlist for the three of you to listen to. you were so drained, earlier today you were bawling your eyes out to ran and now you didn't even feel like you were even in your own body.

you ended up falling asleep on rindous shoulders, rindou saw this and he carefully picked you up towards his room, ran looked up at him telling him to take care of you since you just went through a bad breakup. he nodded and went inside his room, he slowly laid you on one side of his bed. and he laid down next to you on the other side.

it was around 3 am and you felt the urge to throw up, you stood up and ran towards the bathroom. you didn't even know where you were but you shot to the closest bathroom and threw up in the toilet, luckily you made it. rindou groggily woke up to hear you throwing up in his bathroom, he shot up and walked towards the bathroom, he was worried but he knew what was going on. you suddenly felt a hand on your back while you were throwing your guts up, it felt like you were about to pass out but your stomach was in so much pain and your head was so dizzy. finally you stopped throwing up and you leaned back on the wall. you were met with rindous worried eyes and he offered you some water, you happily accepted. " you need to be more careful and not green out" you rolled your eyes but you have no energy to talk. you tried to stand back up but your legs gave out on you but rindou was able to catch you. you looked up and he rolled his eyes towards you, he carefully picked you and set you on the side of the bed where it was closest to the bathroom. "i'll be right back stay here and rest" you nodded as he left the room. he saw ran grabbing some ibuprofen as well, "you greening out too?" rindou says with a snarky tone, ran looked at him "no, i have a killer headache from crossing out, don't take tequila shots after smoking weed" rindou patted his brothers back and grabbed some of the ibuprofen, " who's that for?" "y/n she was throwing up in my bathroom, she greened out" ran laughed quietly making rindou give out a chuckle as he walked back. he gently set the pill down next to the glass of water, he kissed your forehead and joined you on his bed.

haruchiyo akashi 'sanzu'

the toman captains and vice captains all gathered around at someones house, you didnt rlly care enough. Sanzu invited you because, he loves you sm! also the fact that you begged and you convinced everyone else to let you tag along.

skipping a bit ahead, you were on sanzus lap with an elf bar in hand and a cart in the other while kissing sanzu under his mask, only letting you lift it off for a few seconds. sanzu was a little high but still had some soberness in him. you were thanking him for all the shit he gave you while his arms were roaming your body, "hey can you two get a room!" baji yelled while laughing hysterically. you quietly flipped him off while slipping sanzus mask down to kiss him. what you didn't expect was his tongue slipping through catching you by surprise. you deepened the kisses and you accidentally let out a small moan. you felt him pull back for air while pulling his mask back up. a blush was on both of your faces. you turned back and grabbed a cup of water to drink since your throat was dry. you slipped you're elf bar and cart in your little purse next to you guys. you momentarily stood up to go to the bathroom

when you came back sanzu patted the seat next to him and you gladly sat down. he dug through his pockets and pulled out a bag with some powder in it, he whispered in your ears, "guess what it is?" you told him you didn't know and he told you it was molly. he could hear you gulp your nervousness, you've never snorted anything before. he told you that he doesn't wanna pressure you but he has it for you two to try out, you agreed and he carefully opened the bag. you dipped your pinky nail in for him since he didn't have long nails like you. you shoveled some powder in your nail and leaned it towards his nose and he snorted it all, you dipped again for you and you snorted it. it kinda burned but it was okay. not wanting to go strong you suggested to only snort once. he agreed and closed the bag, shoving it back down onto his pockets.

only like 30 minutes passed and you two were arguing very loudly, everyone was very confused on what was going on? why were you two arguing. they quietly watched as it went down, "sanzu you dumbass you never respond to my texts i don't want to hear it from you!" " well you're boring, i get bored of fucking you!" you gasped at the comment and raised a hand, but before you could make contact with his face, he aggressively grabbed your wrist and pulled his mask completely off, and aggressively made contact of his lips onto yours. aggressively making out, moaning and groaning, loudly. everyone just sat there, in shock. what were they witnessing. two second ago you two were foul with each other, the next minute you guys are on the ground aggressively making out. it was until he tried to take your shirt off, exposing you up to your underboob for draken to stop the mess. "OKAY, thats enough you two, hey takemichi grab him off of her before they start fucking" takemichi started to make his way to sanzu, pulling him off you, making you roll your eyes, sitting up and fixing your shirt. you stood up grabbing sanzus wrist and tugging him off takemichis grasp, "lets go haru, i called an uber" he nodded slowly following you. everyone was just in awe.

authors note: this is my first post ahhh, also this had like heavy drugs and i didnt mean for it too- help anyways i spent way too long writing this 😭 also feel free to ask or request stuff pls!

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