#fucking eat dirt and die trash
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I love having to block and report sexual content because now cunts from Twitter are coming to tumblr and I gotta see some fucking bastard naked other than his seehtrough speedo so I can his his entire cock and all his pubes because they blazed it. Thanks staff. I love seeing naked hairy men.
#staff#blaze#blaze posts#fucking disgusting freaks exposing strangers to their exhibitionism#there's LITERALLY still children on this site I'm sure#fucking eat dirt and die trash
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favourite quote from the show? can be anybody from either timeline (also if you can't pick *one* i will accept multiple)
oh I know somebody will remind me of a quote and I will hate myself for forgetting but off the top of my head LET’S GO (I’ll put it under a read more, cos I may have gotten carried away
"You know there's no 'it,' right? 'It' was just us!”
“Is there a difference?”
I mean WOW that’s it right there
“I don’t know, I suck at French too!”
“Well damn Jackie, try not too!”
cos it makes me laugh every single time
“Who the FUCK is Lottie Matthews?”
“And let the darkness set us free”
cos it’s simply iconic and had me desperate for season two
“Good game, you fucking loser”
“You talking shit, you little bitch”
cos I’m trash
“Have you ever peeled the skin off a human corpse? It's not as easy as you might think. It's really stuck on us, skin. You have to roll back just the edges of it so you can get a good enough grip to, to really pull, which, again, isn't easy. People are always so sweaty when you kill them, just like oily. There's a look people get when they realize they're going to die. It's that one. My hand wasn't shaking because I was afraid. It was shaking because of how badly I wanted to do this.”
cos what the fuck, shauna?
“The only think you should ever say to the police is I want my lawyer. That's why I put it on the cookie.”
solid advice, 10/10
“It's not like this Wicca bullshit's doing us any good.”
“Well, you keep coming back alive, don't you?”
stop flirting
“You guys are just as fucked up as I am, you are just better at lying to yourselves!”
nailed it!
“We did this to her”
accountability? for the girls actions towards lottie? praise jesus
“Were you outside last night… eating dirt?
“What the actual fuck. No.”
how tai accidentally started the great ‘96 gaslighting of lottie matthews
let me shut the hell up now cos I’m sure you regret this
#people asking me stuff?? people asking me stuff.#yellowjackets#the extended version is just every single thing that lottie matthews has ever said ever
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Back In Town (3/?)
Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: jealousy, eating disorder, depression, WHOLESOME ASF, fluffy, drug use, wholesome smut but also kinda dirty.
Long read so I hope everyone enjoys! Took me longer because it gets laggy with how wordy this chapter is, and I didn’t have time for pics in this part but thank you all for the support and have a good read!
The oven’s clock read 6:45 pm.
Still no call or sign of Eddie. He should have been getting off of work about 30 minutes ago. Hopefully he was alright. You finished up your granola bar, tossing the wrapper aside in the trash -defeated.
Then,suddenly, you hear it- the low roar of Eddie’s van. Your knees almost buckle under your running to the couch, and your fingers find their way to the curtains and wedge through the blinds so you could see out.
‘Who is that?’
A slim girl with blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail gets out of Eddie’s van, laughing at something he says. You waste no time before pulling away from the window and heading to the phone.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
*Click*
“ ‘Yelloow? Hawkin’s Form Tattoos, my name is Tyler- what can I do for you?”
“Hey, Ty. It’s (Y/N). I was just wondering if I could come in- I know it’s my off day but maybe I could help around the shop today?”
“Oh, shit! Hey, uhhh-” There's a shuffle on the other end.
“Of course, you can come in. Everything alright?”
“Y-yeah, just restless today, I guess. Maybe you could come pick me up and we’ll grab some food- bring something for Ashley too?”
“Sounds sick, I have no one else on my books today so I’m just doing some flash. Let me check with Ash, though.”
You wait for a moment. Hoping.
“Alright, yeah. We’re good to go. I’ll swing by and get ya’.”
“Thanks a ton.”
“No prob, girly.”
*Click*
You trudge to your room to throw on something decent, the depression entering your body as you remember the girl Eddie was with. You don’t know why you even cared, you two were enemies two weeks ago- did you really think you’d be all cozy and live happily ever after?
No. That never happened.
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You plop down into the clothed seat of Tyler’s souped-up red Honda Civic, a large sticker on the windshield that reads ‘Do or Die’. Something you never understood, but then again you didn’t understand cars either.
“Sup. Ready to go?” He asks, hand on the gear-shift.You always found manual cars to be mesmerizing- ‘so much hand work’. You thought.
“Yeah. Inside of the car’s nice, by the way.”
“Thanks, didn’t take you to be much of a car girl.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not, but I can apprecia-” You’re cut off by the sight of Eddie and Blondie exiting his trailer- her stupid face twisted up in a laugh again. And so is his. “-te them for sure.”
You see Eddie look in your direction abruptly as Tyler’s engine roars. He’s backing out now, rolling down the windows and turning up some kind of Thrash band you don’t recognize. You don’t know how you see it, but from here, Eddie looks pissed. More than pissed. You can’t see much more as dirt flies up behind you two.
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You and Tyler enter the shop with two greasy bags of food in hand. The bell rings, alerting Ashley to your arrival.
“Hey girl! So glad I get to see you today! You know how I am when I’m alone with Tyler- Homicidal.” She grins at the both of you, turning back to her client. The buzzing of the machine fills the air, bringing you back to reality. You go behind the counter and into the back room, setting down the bags on a cart.
Tyler sorts through what belongs to who, telling Ashley where her food will be, before he sits down in his worn leather ‘drawing chair’ and tears through a wrapper- obviously having been too busy to eat dinner yet.
“This was a fantastic idea.” He leans back, in pure bliss at how good his burger is. Surely, it wasn’t that good.
“Well, while we’re here, wanna collab on a flash sheet? I think it’d be fun!” You’re feeling a lot better now, especially since you get to be productive.
Tyler perks up, excited.
“Fuck yeah. I actually haven’t done a sheet with anyone else before, so it’d be an honor of mine.” He smiles, taking another bite of his burger- cheese and juice oozing onto the wrapper.
“Cool! I’ll go ahead and fool around with some ideas, see what we can come up with. You just finish up eating, no rush.”
“You sure? You should eat too, while we have time.”
“Nah, I had dinner before I left.”
Lie.
He looks at you for a moment, before turning back to what he’s doing.
“Well, if you need to stop and take a break- feel free. You’re literally here on your day off.”
“Gotcha.” You go sit down at your desk, which you covered in movie, video game, and crude pin-up stickers- along with a few brand decals. Fumbling through your supplies, you gather a mechanical pencil and a few micro-lining pens.
You flip through some books on your desk, trying to get an idea of what theme you’d like for the sheet so that you can pitch it to Tyler. Then it hits you.
“Hey, Ty. You like Aliens? The movie I mean.”
He turns to you in the swivel chair, “Fuck yeah. Why?”
“Well, I figured it’d be great for our theme!”
“Shit, that’s dope.” He rolls over to your station so he can begin working with you. Your hand starts moving across the paper, you’re drawing a pin-up xenomorph girl, adorned in a leather bodysuit- Along with a few quotes in traditional script. You pass the sheet over to your coworker, letting him add his own designs to the paper.
You both are leaned into each-other, working on both the coloring and lining process. What felt like a few minutes was actually about 2 hours of work. Ashley had finally finished with her client, coming in to grab her food.
“Damn, I’m starving.” She pulls out her chicken-sandwich before looking over to see what you two are working on.
“Holy shit, nice work guys. Mind if I hang that up front when you’re done?”
“Yeah, no problem. That’d be awesome.”
“Cool. Well, I’m all done for the night so if you two wanna close up…”
“Sure, I am just extra help today anyways. Go on home, girl.”
“Yes! Thanks, you’re the best.” She takes a bite of her sandwich before grabbing her purse and keys to leave.
You smile, happy that everyone’s liking the work you’re doing.
“So…” Tyler speaks up.
“Not that it’s my business, but what’s going on with you and that Munson guy? Your neighbor?”
You suck in a breath. Oh yeah. That.
“Ah, well I get rides here and there. We’re good friends- yeah, but today he was a little busy so I just decided to spend my free time here. Be of use, ya know?”
“Oh. I figured you guys had a fight or something. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know it’s tough for you to get to work.”
“Yeah, my car should be here any day now- but the drive from California to Hawkins is pretty far and I didn’t feel like having to pay expedited transport fees, ya know? I was put on a waiting list for much cheaper- I was worried about one of those vehicles banging up my car in a rush anyways.”
“Can’t argue with that. I don’t wanna imagine the pain in the ass it is to move so far.”
“Ugh. Don’t even mentio-“
“Not interrupting, am I?”
You jump in your seat, turning to the doorway.
“Oh.” It’s Eddie, who just happened to let himself into the back-office.
“Hey man, you can’t just barge in here.” Tyler stands up, pushing in his chair.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, still trying to be civil.
“Just came to see if you needed a ride home tonight.” Eddie ignores Tyler completely, obviously not taking a liking to him.
You look at Tyler, then back to Eddie.
“Yeah. We’re done here anyways.”
“You sure? You guys seemed pretty cozy, I don’t wan-“
“We’re done here.” You grab your hoodie and the shop keys, letting Tyler handle the lights and putting away extra supplies. You lock up the cabinets and drawers, leading Eddie and Tyler out of the building before locking it and tossing the keys to Tyler.
“See ya.” You tell him.
“Oh, and thanks for the ride.”
“No problem, girly.” He gives you a look of concern but lowers himself down into the driver’s seat. Eddie looks angry, the nickname is bothering him.
You yourself climb into the van, fastening your seatbelt.
“Is everything okay, you weren’t at home so I-“
“I’m fine. How was your date or whatever?” You turn to face the window.
“Date? The hell are you talking about?”
“You know. Blondie.”
Eddie pauses.
“Angie?”
“Oh, cute name.”
“It wasn’t a date. I was fixing up her car at the shop and she needed a ride home- as her ride is severely fucked, mind you. I had to go grab some cash before driving all that way.”
You stay silent.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, making you feel even more guilty and wanting to run off into the night- never to be seen again.
“N-no. I just… I don’t know..”
“What is it? You can tell me. Anything at all.” You pause. And breathe.
“I just thought you forgot about me, that’s all.” You huff the words out, regretting letting your wall down about your obviously severe abandonment issues.
“Forget about you? Why would I do that? You’re the only good thing in this town.”
You look over at him, your arms crossed.
“You actually mean that?”
He smiles.
“Duh. I don’t make sandwiches for just anyone.”
“But you do give them rides, it seems.”
You regret saying it, but he doesn’t snap like you expect.
“Are you jealous?”
“No. Why would I be? We aren’t dating. I don’t care about who you are or aren’t seeing.”
Lie.
He looks a bit angry, or maybe hurt. Or just surprised?
“Well, I’d care if you were seeing someone. Maybe Tyler, even?” He sounds like he’s asking now.
“Tyler? That’s my coworker. I just asked him to come get me so I could do something other than sit around watching you and Blondie fl-”
“So you were spying, then.”
You bite your tongue.
“N-no. I just.. was excited to see you.”
He smiles, knowing he’s making it difficult for you to stay upset. You hate it.
“Was? Or am?”
You sigh, finally giving in.
“Am.”
“Am so what?” He teases.
“I am SO fucking excited to see you. There, happy?”
“Actually, I AM. I like hearing that from you.”
You feel your face burning, is it on fire? Is the heat on right now? No. It’s something else.
“Why?”
He grabs the steering wheel, moving his hand to the gear shift and into reverse- so he can back out of the parking spot.
“Nothing. I just do.”
Pry. Ask. Do something.
“You can tell me, you know.”
He sucks in a breath.
“It’s because I like you.”
There it is. React.
“I… I like you too.”
Before anyone else says a word- you’re back in your driveway.
“Look.” He puts the van in park and turns to you, serious.
“There isn’t anyone else, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to.”
His dimples and smile lines appear.
“Okay. By the way, I grabbed this.” he pulls the same brown, greasy bag that held your food earlier from the back of the van.
“You almost left it at work. You should get inside and eat.”
“You’re not coming in?”
“I got work tomorrow, sweets. If you absolutely need me though, I’m a phone call away. Okay?”
“Okay. Goodnight, Eddie.”
He grabs your hand before you can get out.
“Uh, not so fast. I’m still walking you to the door.”
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The sun shines unbearably through the blinds, and you roll over onto your back- rubbing your eyes.
“Ugh. Fuck.” You look at the alarm clock.
1:52 pm.
“Jesus.”
Stumbling out of bed, you head to the kitchen for a glass of water- before the answering machine beebs. You go over and press to play the message.
“Hey, just making sure you’re okay. I’ll see you when I get off of work. Peace!”
You smirk, thinking it was nice he was actually worried. It made some of your anxiety vanish. Before you can walk away from the receiver again, the phone rings- which you quickly pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hi! Is this Miss (Y/LN)?”
“Yes, this is her.”
“Great! My name is Garette, I’m with Cali Car Transport, we have your car for delivery today, and the driver should be arriving soon.”
You almost squeal with excitement. Fucking finally. It was about time your car was finally being delivered.
“Oh my gosh, great! Thank you for letting me know!”
“Of course. Ma’am. Have a great day!”
“You too!”
*Click*
‘Now, time to wait for my car.’
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“Alright. Just sign here and I’ll give you the keys.”
The scruffy man offered out a clipboard, which you quickly grabbed and signed as if your life depended on it. Once you gave it back, he held out the keys to you.
“Alrighty, you have a good day, miss.”
“You too!” He climbed back into the 18-wheeler parked out in the road before spurring up dust.
Your beautiful, gray 1987 Toyota SR5 Pick-up truck now sat in your driveway. You were so relieved to have it back.
‘Maybe I should take her for a ride, pass some time.’
You unlock the truck and settle into the passenger seat. Your CDs still sat in the back cab, neatly organized in a box- with some alphabetized inside of a CD case.
You dig through, grabbing one at random.
‘Strangeways, Here We Come- The Smiths’
‘Nice.’ You pop the CD into the player, turning up the music and yanking the seatbelt across your body. You’re ready to go. You hadn’t driven around Hawkins in years, you’ve only been riding around with other people- and it was usually only to work and back home. But you felt confident you’d get around just fine.
‘Just please don’t get lost.’
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You decide to go by the record store, pick up a few CD’s and maybe some things for Eddie. Though it might be impossible- you didn’t know what he didn’t listen to.
As you enter, you see a couple and the clerk, who looked bored out of her mind. You scan through the Rock and Metal section, picking up a few things that looked interesting enough for Eddie’s taste. As for you, you wanted to touch up your New Wave collection- snatching up the only Smith’s album you didn’t own- and a copy of Floodland by Sisters of Mercy.
Maybe Eddie wouldn’t rag you too hard for what you bought for him.
You go to the counter, paying a total of $35.
For Eddie, you bought:
DIO- The Last in Line
Krokus- Head Hunter
Witchfynde- Give ‘Em Hell
New Order- Substance (This was something for the both of you)
A DIO Guitar pick
A flame patch for his jacket
‘Hopefully he’ll love these.’
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You close the door behind you, glad you’re finally back home. You had made a trip to the mall after leaving the Record Store, picking up some new clothes and a few things for the trailer- before grabbing some lunch at the food court along with some cookies for dessert. You set the bags down on the armchair and nestle yourself into the couch, beat.
It had been eons since you had been out all day like that- it had you exhausted. You reach over to the end table, pulling an already rolled joint from the tin and lighting it. A few deep puffs and you feel a bit more at ease. You get up, putting the Sisters of Mercy’s CD into the stereo, turning it up loud enough to please your stoned hearing. Your butt finds itself back onto the couch, and you sprawl out, enjoying the music.
*BANG BANG*
The door.
“Come in!” You almost-yell over the music. The screen door squeaks before you see a more-than-welcome sight. Eddie. But not only is he here, he’s wearing a cropped band-tee, it’s too faded for you to tell what it is. His stomach and v-line are visible to the world, and your eyes linger too long thanks to you being a little too baked to look away. You pretend it didn’t happen, but Eddie noticed.
You turn over onto your stomach, your elbows propping up your chin on the arm of the couch.
“Like the shirt.” You mumble out, too confident.
“Thanks.” ‘I can tell.’ He thinks, before kicking his boots off by the door.
“I got you something. Check that bag on the counter.”
“Oooh, is it a pony?” He says jokingly, digging through the plastic.
He stops.
“These are for me?” He holds one of the CD’s, dumbfounded.
“Duh, it’s a thank you present.”
“Oh?”
“For putting up with me. And giving me rides.”
“Well, one: I don’t put up with you, I care about you. Two: I love riding around with you. And three: You just completed my soul with these gifts. So thank you.”
You smile.
“Come sit, we can watch another movie if you want? I’ll make something for dinner, too.”
“Is that even a question? Sounds like a perfect night in.”
“Yay! I’ll get cooking, in the meantime…” You pick up the joint from the ashtray and wave it.
“Finish this off for me, huh?”
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You and Eddie sit at the dining table. Instead of on opposite sides, he’s seated next to you, looking down at your plate. You made tacos, one of Eddie’s favorite comfort dishes.
The both of you joke around, finishing up your food. He offers to put the plates in the dishwasher- something that you thought was cute of him to even offer.
While he loads it up, you find yourself back on the couch, the peak of your high settling into your body- and Eddie now sitting next to you once more.
“So, what’s the movie for tonight?” He asks, draping his arm behind you.
“Predator.”
“Fuck yes.” He perks up a little.
Your eyes wander down his stomach again, that patch of hair and your eyes seem magnetized now.
‘Thank god it’s dark.’
You think he doesn’t notice you staring- but he does.
You get deja vu from the last time you had both been on the plaid couch, watching a cheesy horror film. The butterflies have returned- but this time the high and the fluttering creatures have made their way lower in your body. Maybe your body is finally catching up to the lack of sexual activity you’ve had in…you don’t even remember how long.
You don’t want to think like that though. Eddie’s sweet, and you don’t wanna fuck it up. Maybe unless he does, too. You don’t even know what you’re thinking.
Then, you forget where you’re at- and lean your head into his chest. You feel him tense and peer down at his belly again. ‘Stop.’
“This is nice.” He says, breaking your anxiety.
“I-I agree.”
He starts to play with your hair again.
‘Focus on the Movie. Focus on the movie.’
But you fail.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, sweets?”
“About last night.”
“What about it?”
“When you said you liked me.”
“O-oh.”
“Did you mean it… like that?”
He doesn’t respond for a moment.
“I-Uh. Yeah. I did.”
You sit up, pulling your knees under you and turning to him. The eye contact is deadly now. Your brain is too high to keep you from saying what you want.
He speaks again before you do.
“I like you. A lot. I’m just scared that I’ll mess this up.” You quickly lessen the distance between the two of you.
Eddie puts a hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful, you know?”
It takes you aback, but your weed-induced confidence is loud and proud.
“So are you.” He seems just as surprised. He had never had anyone call him that. But he liked it.
“Come here.” He coos, taking his other arm and pulling you in.
Your lips melt into his, soft and warm. Every good emotion you can possibly feel comes crashing down on you like a landslide.
He snakes a hand up to your neck, stroking it like he did your cheek. It sends signals to every nerve ending in your body- it’s so perfect. You wrap a hand up in his hair, lightly grabbing a fistful. He groans into your mouth, biting your lip gently in response. Your loose brain betrays you- and a moan crosses out.
You’re self conscious for a moment. But Eddie eats it up.
“Fuck, baby. You sound so pretty.” Your left hand is on his thigh now, and you squeeze.
Eddie pulls you into his lap, running his hands down your sides- right across the exposed skin from your tank top that had ridden up. Your tongues rub together, the sensation sending a message to your groin.
You grind down on Eddie and feel how hard he is- but you want him even harder.
“Yeah, like that, baby. Feel good for you?”
You nod, grabbing onto his hair with both hands now- being a bit more rough. Eddie bucks up into you- making you yelp.
Before you know it, he’s pushed you onto your back.
“You alright?”
“Mhm. Are you?”
He pulls off his shirt.
“I’m wonderful. Just trying to thank god real quick for the fact that you exist.”
He grabs the hem of your tank top, looking at you for permission to keep going.
“Please, Eddie. I want you.”
“Don’t worry, baby. You have me.”
He pulled the shirt off, your bare breasts exposed to him- you had skipped out on a bra quite often. Something Eddie DID notice but had to refrain from paying attention to- out of respect. Or the fact that he would be popping boners constantly around you.
Eddie slinks down to your breasts, massaging one while he takes the nipple of the other into his mouth. He lightly pinches it with his teeth and flicks his tongue over it, making you arch your back and moan out.
Suddenly, you’re noticing every touch- whether it’s the fabric barely brushing against your clit or the way his right hand is touching your inner thigh. They were overly sensitive- and you had a feeling that he somehow sensed that.
You’re squirming under him, almost too dazed to notice his hand slip beneath your pants and into your underwear.
You break the silence, panicking.
“I’m sorry- I haven’t exactly… shaved.”
He looked down at you, puzzled, through his mop of hair hanging down. He quickly yanks your pants off of you, your underwear coming with.
“You don’t have to apologize for that, I think it’s hot.”
Eddie wasn’t lying. He had a few moments where he thought about what you had rocking underneath your pants. Bush? Shaved? He had preferred hair, though. There was just something about it that he loved.
He grabs your knees, pushing them apart to look at you. You get nervous at the thought of him fully seeing you- but he just told you how he felt- so there was no need to worry yourself.
“Mind if I…” He asks.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, confused.
“Well, maybe I should just show you, then.”
Eddie sits you up, your legs hanging off of the couch. He settles in between your thighs, his mouth attaching to your clit and sucking.
You almost jump out of your skin.
“Holy shit. Fuck.” You moan out, gripping onto his hair.
He laps away, flicking his tongue right on your bud. You swear you’re seeing stars- right before your stomach knots.
“Eddie. Fuck. I’m about to-“
He doesn’t stop, he instead inserts a finger into you- and then a second. They curl into your spongy spot, making you jerk and snap your knees around him.
“S-sorry Eds.”
“Don’t be sorry baby. Just means I’m doing good.”
“Fuck. fuck. Oh, Eddie.”
You feel the release, followed by him furthering his motions to let you ride out your orgasm- meanwhile, he’s losing his mind at the way you say his name.
Once he thinks you’ve had enough, he pulls away and moves to plant a kiss on your forehead.
Then Eddie stands to remove his jeans, followed by his boxers- and returns to the couch, settling you onto your back once more.
You take a glance at how well-endowed he is, it was easy to see through his jeans but it’s even more intimidating without. Almost as if you’re seeing something you weren’t meant to- but took pleasure in anyways. He pulls out a condom from his pants on the floor, rolling it down onto his shaft.
The heat between your legs is unbearable, and Eddie positions himself over your entrance- gliding past you sensitive bits in the process to coat himself well enough.
He looks at you.
“You sure you want to do this? We can stop at any time, okay?”
You smile, appreciative that he’s so considerate but you’re also desperately horny for him.
“I want this. Please.” Your hands travel up to his shoulders for you to brace yourself- and Eddie sinks down into you slowly.
“Fuck, baby. This wet for me?”
“Y-yes, Eddie.”
Once he’s fully in- you take notice of how full you are. Your poor cervix is flush against his cock.
Eddie drags his hips back- slamming back into you. Again. And again. Your moans are getting careless, along with Eddie’s groans.
“Fuck baby. You’re being so good f’me.”
He nestles his mouth over your neck, leaving swollen, red and purple patches in the process.
“E-Eddie!” You half care-half don’t.
His lips grin against you while he starts thrusting into you faster- and harder.
“Let this be my affirmation that you don’t have to worry about anyone else, huh?” He says, groaning. The sound of flesh hitting against you, along with both of your forbidden noises fills the room quite loudly.
“-and, if you ever even thought about Tyler- I want this to make you forget about him.”
You nod, too pleasured to respond properly.
“I want you to say it.”
“Say what, Eds?”
“Say you don’t give a shit about Tyler- fuck. You’re so fucking tight. J-just be a sweet girl and tell me you don’t care about that asshole.”
His jealousy takes you aback- you had been jealous too, but you didn’t think he’d be the type. Either way, it turns you on.
“I don’t give a shit about him!” You whine, your legs hooked around his thighs now to pull him closer.
His hips are crashing against your ass and lower thighs at an ungodly force, surely leaving behind marks.
Eddie reaches a thumb down to your clit, rubbing with just the right pressure. He can feel you clenching around him.
“Glad to hear it. When he’s saying some stupid shit to you at work- I want you to think of this.” Your belly is knotting again.
“I w-will. F-fuck! Eddie, I’m gonna cum again!”
“That’s alright baby. Cum on me, it’s okay.”
You feel the shockwave once more, the dragging of Eddie’s cock along your walls becomes ten times more sensitive.
“Fuck baby, keep moaning like that. I’m almost there.”
He comes down on you as hard as he can muster, your noises making his cock twitch as he releases into the latex. He lets out a mix of whimpers and a groan, still thrusting with decreasing pace to ride out his high.
He pulls out of you and throws the condom in the nearby bin, before he pulls you into his arms on top of him.
Eddie plants a few kisses on your face while rubbing a hand down your back.
“You okay?” He asks, desperately wanting to make sure you’re comfortable.
“Mhm. More than okay.”
He chuckles, tangling a hand up in your hair to play with it- something he seems to love doing.
———
Steam blows out of the room as you open the bathroom door. You took a shower and put on some fresh clothes- one of your oversized t-shirts and loose pajama pants.
Eddie is still asleep on the couch, and you decide to wake him up so that he can get into your bed and not have terrible back pain in the morning.
You both crawl into the blankets, exhausted from earlier.
“Mm. You’re so warm.” He mumbles into your neck.
You smile, knowing this will be the best sleep you ever get.
‘Maybe every night will be this good.’
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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 4
I’ve been waiting to get to this stuff for a while you have no idea. It’s a little longer than the prior chapters, but it’s worth it.
Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3]
A pair of children, sick and alone, stumble into Spider Miles with hate in their hearts and their lives on a timer. Then, a surprising thing happens: they acquire a sister. [3136 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]
Sixteen years earlier, in an entirely different ocean…
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Lami squeaked quietly as she tried to not cry. Her entire body hurt as she hid in the cart, feeling every bump in the cobblestone road shift the bodies above her. Law pressed two fingers to her lips—they had to be quiet. The little bit of light that filtered through to them was enough to hit his eyes and show how large and terrified they were; he was just as scared as she was, and they both needed to hold on a while longer. As they traveled, they could feel the ground beneath them shift to something softer before the cart finally came to a stop.
“Ah, shit, we’ve got to dig too?” came an irritated voice. It must have been one of the soldiers. “Breathing’s tough enough in these fucking masks.”
“We wanted to wear surgical masks, but no… it had to be rubber gas masks,” another soldier griped.
“Yeah, fuck this,” a third chimed in. “Let’s just ditch the cart and say we thought we didn’t need to dig—all in?” A small chorus of voices agreed and their heavy boots began to walk away into the distance.
Silence.
“A-are they g-gone…?” Lami whispered.
“I think so,” Law replied. He wiggled his way out of Lami’s sight and carefully—quietly—removed himself from the cart. After a quick look to make sure none of the soldiers were there, he found his sister’s ankles amongst the limbs in differing stages of Amber Lead and rigormortis and pulled her out, her shirt getting caught on someone’s hand that had long-ago calcified. She began to panic, but he deftly unhooked the fabric from the stiff fingers. “See? We’re good.”
“Law…? Where are we…?”
“It looks like the campgrounds,” he said, taking a better look around. There was a pile of shovels near one tree, along with a container that looked like fuel accelerant. The clearing across the way had several mounds of dirt that were too neat and orderly and large to be anything but fresh graves. He remembered how it looked in the cemetery when their neighbor passed away before the Amber Lead began to take its toll—that was supposed to be their fate next, burned and buried in a pit with everyone else from the cart. “We need to get out of here, and quickly.”
“…but where will we go?!” Lami asked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She watched as her brother climbed back onto the cart and began tugging clothes off corpses. “Law?!”
“It’s only going to get colder, and they won’t miss them,” he claimed. He tossed down two thick cloaks, a coat, and a thick sweater before hopping back down to the ground, a pair of boots in-hand. They were not the correct size for Lami’s feet, but they would work, since she hadn’t put on shoes in months. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where…?”
“Somewhere we can get them back,” he said darkly, taking her hand in his. “We need to first survive, but then… they’ll be sorry.”
The two children ran into the woods and did not look back.
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“Bloody fucking hell… look at them,” Diamante smirked. He and Trebol towered over the pair of brats in the trash heap, having stumbled onto them eating moldy bread. The boy was a bit older than the girl and was holding a knife as though it would protect them. “…and what do you plan on doing with that, lad?”
“Don’t touch my sister,” the kid growled. “All we want is to die taking out as many people as possible, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let us be.”
“You’re not going to get anywhere like this,” Trebol snorted. He sucked some phlegm back up into his sinuses and chuckled. “You’re Flevench—how much time you got, kid?”
“Thirty-eight months,” the boy said. “My sister has thirty-six.”
“A doctor told you that?”
“Our parents did,” the girl said, trembling. “They were really, really great doctors! They were murdered by soldiers!”
“You two are little kids,” Diamante scoffed. “How do you plan on taking out all these people?”
“We’re going to join the Doflamingo Pirates,” the boy stated. Diamante and Trebol both laughed. “You’ll see! We’ll join them so we can help cause as much destruction as possible!”
“Why do you think that the Young Master should waste his time on you, hm?” Trebol wondered. The boy swallowed hard and adjusted his grip on the knife. “We only take serious applicants.”
“We are serious,” the girl chirped.
“Yeah,” her brother agreed. “We won’t have peace during the three years that we have left, so why should anyone else get that luxury?”
The children waited with bated breath as the adults in front of them grew quiet. Diamante and Trebol both looked at one another and nodded before turning around and walking away.
“If you’re really that serious, then follow us,” Trebol chuckled. “If not, then have fun eating garbage for the rest of your lives.”
Law and Lami looked at one another and nodded—this was it.
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Flying through the air, Law grabbed onto Lami and did his best to land on his back, cushioning her fall. He glared at the man staring out the window at them, feeling just slightly vindicated when he caught himself on fire.
“Jackass,” he mumbled. He looked Lami over, seeing that she was shivering. “Hey… you alright…?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered, nodding into his shirt. “Law… I want Mom and Dad…”
“We’ll see them soon enough,” he said as he hugged her.
“Wow! You survived!” Lami and Law looked to see the two kids from the Donquixote Pirates—a large boy and a girl in a maid outfit—scurrying over to them. The girl helped them stand as Buffalo watched over his shoulder for the adults. “We thought you were dead for sure!”
“Law makes sure we don’t die,” Lami told the other girl. “He’s really smart and good at taking care of me.”
“If you’re so smart, then why do you need the Family’s help?” she deadpanned, turning her attention to Law. “They say smart kids are the ones who leave.”
“We need their help because we are not going down quietly,” Law hissed. “What’s it say about you that you’re still around?”
“I’m clever—that’s different,” the girl retorted. She then looked at Lami, her face brightening. “Finally, another girl! If you convince the Young Master to let you stay, then we are going to have the best time. Better than we got now at least.”
“I thought we already had another girl,” the boy mentioned. The girl punched him in the arm.
“Dellinger is a boy, you dummy,” she scolded. “He’s part Fish-man, so his junk hides like theirs, but he’s definitely a boy! You’d know that if you changed his diaper!”
“Then why’s Giolla acting like he’s a girl?”
“…because Giolla is also stupid and thinks she can just make him a girl because she wants to,” the girl sighed. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Law and Lami. “So, how about it? You gonna see if you have what it takes?”
“We know we do,” Law said. Seas, this girl wasn’t getting it. “Can you get us back in?”
“Mmm… I might be able to pull a few strings,” she said with a grin. She then stuck out her hand. “Name’s Baby 5.”
“Law.”
“Lami.”
“I’m Buffalo!”
“Those are weird names,” Lami noted quietly.
“That’s because they’re codenames,” Baby 5 scoffed. “Almost everyone in the group has them.”
“We’ll be dead soon from acute Amber Lead poisoning, so I don’t see the point,” Law shrugged. Baby 5 scowled at his answer, which made Lami giggle. Instead of chastising them, Law held out his hand, which Baby 5 looked at warily, then shook. “To all the chaos we’ll cause in the meantime.”
“To the chaos.”
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It was somewhat easy to adjust to living on Spider Miles within the construct of the Donquixote Pirates. Law and Lami were able to eat good food every day as they tried to stay healthy enough to contribute. While Law studied and trained with the adult members of the Pirates, Lami was often laid up in bed and unable to do much of anything.
“This sucks,” she pouted. Baby 5 was setting a tray down on the bed next to her as the younger girl was very tempted to throw her book across the room. It was just the two of them that evening, as most of the crew had gone out on an assignment and would not be back for a couple days and baby 5 was assigned to watch over the younger, bedridden girl. “Why does my Amber Lead have to be so debilitating?!”
“Do you even know what that word means?” Baby 5 asked.
“Well, yeah; it means it makes it so I can’t do anything,” Lami replied. She tried to sit up against her pillows and the other girl jumped in to help. “Ow…! I hate this so much!”
“Law-nii’s working on trying to find a cure,” Baby 5 reminded her. She then handed her a hot chocolate, only to get a stare. “What…?”
“Why’d you call him that…?”
“Well, I’m two years older than you, and he’s two years older than me, so I decided we can be siblings,” Baby 5 reasoned.
“What about Buffalo and Dellinger?”
“Weird cousins…? I don’t know.” She sat down next to Lami with her own hot chocolate and the girls cuddled in close for warmth. Baby 5 looked at the book that was sitting on the blankets and tilted her head. “What are you reading?”
“Noland the Liar,” the younger girl replied. “I know it’s a little babyish, but I like it.”
“Yeah…?”
“Yeah… but it’s weird.” Lami opened the book and flipped to a page towards the back. “The book we had when I was a baby showed him crying.”
“Crying…?” Baby 5 scrunched her nose. “Everyone knows Noland laughed at his death, like the Pirate King did.”
“Our book was our opa’s when he was little, and he got it from his opa, and all I know is that it was old and that old is also sometimes different.” She touched the illustration and frowned, seeing the large white patch on the back of her hand. “Bee…?”
“Yeah…?”
“If Law-nii doesn’t find a cure for us, you’ll remember us, right?”
“I’ll always remember you,” she promised. “Why do you ask?”
“I… I guess I’m just scared.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate, avoiding eye contact. “I guess that’s kind of babyish of me too, isn’t it?”
“No… I think it’s brave,” Baby 5 admitted. She put an arm around Lami’s shoulders and hugged her. “I’d be scared too if I were in your situation. Law-nii better find a cure for you both soon… I… I don’t want to be alone again.”
“…but you have Buffalo and Dellinger!”
“Yeah, but they’re not like you two. They’re not…” She sighed. “I dunno… it just seems right being with you and Law-nii… almost like… we can be a family… like I belong with someone… like I’m needed.”
“That’s silly—everyone’s needed by someone,” Lami decided. “That’s silly to think otherwise.”
“…really?”
“Really.” The girls sat there with their hot chocolate, staring at the book illustration, before Lami nodded her head decidedly. “Can I need you to be my big sister if you need me to be your little sister so you’re not alone?”
“Yeah. We can need each other to be sisters.”
…and that was the end of that.
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It was a few days before the rest of the crew came back from their mission, the Numancia Flamingo overflowing with money and treasure. Instead of helping to unload the ship, Law went directly to the balcony where Lami liked to read, hugging his baby sister tightly upon seeing her.
“It’s been so long!” Lami squeaked. She put down her book and pulled her cloak a bit tighter around her shoulders to ward off the autumn chill. “You were gone for ages!”
“It wasn’t even a week, you silly thing,” he scoffed. “You make it sound like I can control how long we’re gone.”
“You could’ve stayed,” she pouted.
“I’ll stay when I’m not feeling good, so I got to make sure I get as much done when I can.” He exhaled heavily as she simply leaned against his chest and shoulder, forcing him to hug her. “Come on… it’s not that bad…”
“I still missed you.”
Figuring it was a good a time as any, Law dug into his pocket and hid something in his hand as they sat down together. “Here, hold still.” He took the clasp off Lami’s cloak and replaced it with a new one, which glittered in the evening sun. “Prefect.”
“What is it?” she wondered, looking at the clasp. It was an ornate brooch, with many intricate swirls and designs. “It looks familiar…”
“It was Oma’s,” he replied. She looked at him, confused, and his heart broke just a little. “I was looking for a souvenir for you after I looked at the coins and…” He brushed his fingers over the metal, the stars and large tree of the city’s old crest mocking him in its silence. “I remember this was one of her favorites—made before Amber Lead became a common addition to everything. Opa had gotten it for cheap because of it—they were just married and struggling. I remember her telling me—that’s how I recognized it. The soldiers must have cleaned out Flevance of all its non-contaminated valuables.”
“…and you know it’s hers for sure…?”
“It still has the inscription on the back from when Opa gave it to her.” He saw as she curled up and put his arm around her protectively. “I’m sure the lady running the shop didn’t know.”
“It’s still wrong.”
“It is, but it’s ours now, and it would have been ours before, so it’s with the right people again.” He tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed heavily. “One day the world will know.”
“We’ll make them pay,” she agreed, sniffling.
Except, what hope did they really have? They were just a pair of siblings, quite possibly the last known descendants of the White City, and the clock was ticking.
“Ah! There you are Law-nii!” The siblings looked and saw that Baby 5 was standing in the doorway looking very put-out. “Gladius said that you had brought something back!”
“Yeah, for my sister, not for you,” he fired back. Baby 5 went close to them and looked directly at the brooch that was now holding Lami’s cloak in place. “It was plundered from our grandparents’ house—it’s safe.”
“Oh, wow…” Baby 5 tilted her head curiously at the item, taking note of the design she knew she’d seen before, but only once or twice if that. “That’s so pretty! Lami, you’re so lucky!”
“I don’t have anything else from Oma, so yeah, I am!” She then pondered for a moment. “Except… her hair…? But hers was gray and mine isn’t…”
“Opa meant when Oma was younger her hair was your color… the brown parts, anyhow.” Law patted Lami’s head as she buried her face in his shoulder. He glared at Baby 5, a chill running down the girl’s spine, before she gathered herself up and scowled right back.
“Well…?” she asked accusingly. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Where’s my present?”
“You’re not my sister,” he replied.
“Uh, yeah I am.” She watched as Lami sat upright and wiped tears from her eyes. “Tell him, Lami.”
“Bee and I decided we’re sisters while you were gone,” Lami said. “So she’s your sister now too.”
“You can’t just be sisters because you said so,” Law frowned, wrinkling his nose. “You never even met our parents.”
“So…? Young Master calls us all his family all the time, and we never met his mom and dad, and he never met ours!” Baby 5 folded her arms and made sure that her brother and sister were concentrating on her and not on being sad. “I’m your sister now whether you like it or not!”
“Why you gotta act so stupid?!”
“I’m clever, and clever people sometimes do smart things, like find family!”
“She’s right, Law-nii! She’s our sister now!”
“I can’t take care of two of you!” the lad protested. At that, Baby 5 lunged forward and threw her arms around him in a hug, which he tried to break out of before Lami joined in, the two girls trapping him against his will.
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“RISE AND SHINE, LAW-NII!”
Groaning, Law turned over in bed and pulled his blanket up over his head. When the fabric was stolen from him in a chorus of giggles, he tried hiding under his pillow instead.
“Leave me alone!” he grumbled.
“…but Law-nii!” Lami whined. “It’s your birthday!”
“I don’t care!”
“Well, you should!” Baby 5 insisted. “We prepared a party and everything for you!”
The tween poked his nose out from the safety the pillow. “You did not.”
“We did too!” Lami said. “I told Bee-nee when your birthday is! You can’t hide in here all day!”
“I can and I will!” Law grabbed the blanket back from Baby 5 and wrapped it tightly around himself in and effort to create a cocoon to shield from his sister and… his sister…? Things were a little vague in that regard. Was Baby 5 his sister just because she and Lami decided so? He was too grumpy and emotionally-spent to even begin considering the idea… that they might have family outside of themselves… family after their parents…
“You’re mean!”
“Baby 5, go away.”
“Cora-san, can you help us?”
Before Law could react, he was being picked up and thrown out the window by a familiar set of hands. Thankful he at least had his pillow to help land on, he glared back up at the bedroom window once he was on the ground, Lami and Baby 5 giggling in the open pane while Corazón was walking away. He trudged back inside only to be assaulted by the two girls and pulled into a room where everyone from the Family was waiting for the party to begin. The decorations looked like Lami and Baby 5 made them, though they reminded him of how his classroom would get decorated when someone in school had a birthday. Tears stung his eyes and he had to swallow hard to prevent himself from breaking down in tears.
Only two more birthdays were coming his way, and shit did he hate it, but this…? This he almost liked. Not that he’d admit it, of course.
#One Piece#fan fiction#fanfiction#Trafalgar Law#Baby 5#Flevance#Donquixote Pirates#now this is the good shit#I was gonna put this at the beginning of the fic and then went nah this is best served as flashbacks#and we're not done yet either so yay#Trafalgar D. Water Law#Trafalgar Lami#Trafalgar D. Water Lami
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Why do you keep trying to reopen the past? Shit from 30 years ago?
Do you think it's because I miss the old days?
Why do you do that?
What? Like it's gonna make me behave or act like the old me and question nothing about your dishonesty or psycho stalker behavior?
Do you think im so hard-up that I'd ignore all that shit, forgive, and not question you or your motives?
Are you trying to make money off me faggot?
How so?
From where I sit. If I behaved like you under supervision, I'd be arrested and incarcerated.
I think there's something wrong with you.
Reality has not taught you anything about right and wrong. 30 years absent. You're still trying to rekindle or re-live the past as if there's an endgame, finish line, or happily ever after. Is that what you consider normal? Then go visit a grave site and wait for the dead to rise and reunite after 30 years and celebrate the old days.
Or bet against me again in a pie eating contest same as last time you betrayed me.
30 years. Why aren't you busy with your own family life? Why are you still waiting for that ship to come home when everybody else is over it and moved on?
Because I don't like you. You're still trying to play Nancy Drew over my past. As if you're going to solve any crime or bring anything to an arrest or conviction. Why the fuck should I help you? I'm no snitch and you could be an old cocaine or meth dealer trying to reconnect or put the puzzle pieces back together to solve your own Bullshit Mystery.
Cop or criminal. You are a pain in my ass. You make me sick just having to endure you. You do not motivate me to help either of you. I'd rather see you eat shit for the losses I've been through.
I'm no snitch, but you're a piece of shit that does nothing but bring problems into the equations of my world. I am highly motivated to watch you fall and fail, so keep giving me reasons.
I don't like cops that make me more suspicious of you after the day is done.
Who's convenience is this for? You trying to exploit or make money off of me, cokehead.
I don't like people that get rich off me while I stay poor. You come up and get rich off people, and you never include them, never open doors to include opportunities for them to prosper or succeed. Just you busy slaughtering your cash cow and thrown in the trash to stay poor and die while you enjoy your comeuppance that you made off of me or my labors and suffering. Keeping warm in the freezing cold of winter, drinking your don perignon by the fire, and wondering what the poor people are doing that you made money off of, and left homeless.
Why should I help you? And what? Watch you succeed and get rich while you say, Thanks Sucker! and leave me in the dirt.. would you have anything nice to say to you?
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third fuckin chapter of my diary lifestory (mhwnbcb)
achtung: boring, whinning, bullshit, stoopidness, mistakes of non-englisher. every character is real, everything is true, wtf
july, 1
nothing to eat but plently of coffee to drink. perfect. i started to drink more coffee. i started to even like it
july, 2
i wonder how many calories extreme sweating burns. i hate to wake up in such wet clothes under that hot sun rays
july, 3
my mom gets a kitten. i suggested to name him ronald. its tiny orange and white creature with blueish eyes and too loud voice. mom is happy but i am already overwhelmed
july, 4
asked mom to buy icecream and choko bar. thats the only things i ate today. all the day i watched long unhappy movies. dont want anything
july, 5
too many caffeine and once again million thoughs rushing my head at once, winding out my already poor powers. i thought i need to eat but when i ate i realised its not a hunger pain. i made bracelet of horse hair i found at the village field few weeks ago and my fingers tired. kitten walks on dark corridor, meows awfully loudly, annoying. i killed a moth attracted by the light of my phone.
july, 6
today i liked what i saw in the mirror and i thought maybe i am not fat and my weight is just a muscle weight. but then i decide i was wrong and that "muscle weight" is just an excuse for me to eat more and gain. so i declined this thought
july, 7
absolutely messed up with pancakes
july, 8
i started to do some little workouts. idk maybe its uncouscious wish to be good for my friend who is going to gym. i dont want to have muscles, i dont want to be strong, my body goal is more like live bjd doll. but he says that i am really very strong, one of strongest guys he know already. maybe i shouldnt waste this
july, 9
i binging to celebrate birthday of my dearest friend who probably doesnt like me and doesnt want to talk with me
july, 10
i pretended and considered about random shit and ideas and one idea was clown energy drink with eyestrain design and cursed pics on can and with weird tastes (like strawberry and seaweed or milk soup or meat icecream or peach buckwheat or what) and it also should be bright colored. and of course it should be zero kcals. i think i am gone abnormal and need more fucked up stimulation for all my senses
july, 11
bags and napkins and cans and bottles all around my room for few days long and i have no will and no powers to clean it up so i sleep in trash once again
july, 12
i tried to not hold the grudge for everyone who doesnt care about me, how everyone forget about me. i ate sweet bullshit to hold myself in better mood but it makes everything worse as always. at least i have no energy for crying and psych around. i am so ugly. as always. i think about sleeping in clothes like my dear danny does. clothes can hide my bodys ugliness from my eyes
july, 13
everything so pointless and maybe i should stop and doing nothing. everything i tried fails and i cant even die no matter how i want to. now all i can is just sleep, eat and watch something just to kill time not spended in sleep.
july, 14
i crush bodies of insects with my own bare hands. im living in dirt and dont take a bath or shower so it doesnt make difference
july, 15
i felt asleep at 2 am. i woke up at 4:55 am because of fuckin air alarm sound. you better leave me under their bombs but let me sleep, заїбали
july, 16
stuck in binge and cant purge bc this can make my severe headache become more severe
july, 17
i found girl online who lives in same city and we met irl. we both have tatoos and scars. she also has blueish hair, collar with chains and glitter makeup. . we sat in park and listened free music show of not really good bands. we may be friends. or not. i think i look and behave as an idiot. if only she is so lonely that shed like to have any friend, even miserable ones like me. and also i am too shy
july, 18
i didnt realise how touch starved and deprived i am until i took ride on tram. there stood very handsome man near me. he had long hair and shirt with dragon and hieroglyphs. all the time i thought about him. why that man? i dont know. but i was desperately wanting to embrase him, to lean to his chest. pet his skin etc, i was almost shaking, i dont even know, i felt something like this only when met danny at first time but we knew each other before, i think i never felt something like this to a stranger never seen before and may be never seen after and i am not horny, i didnt wanted sex, i just wanted touch. i so desperately wanted it and never get.
i had an panic attack(i think it may be it) that night. danny was online and he tried to calm me. i asked him to stay with me online and we chatted a little, i cried and whinned to him and then exhaustingly felt asleep
july, 19
my face looks unfamiliar. something wrong. my eyes, my face look different. it also looks thinner but im sure that i lose no weight
july, 20
i send mails for 3 people and appeared in a group chat. and nobody answered
july, 21
success day. i stayed on my limit. goin to slaap. wantin cookies
july, 22
i bought and ate cookies. and chips. and choc. oh shit what have i done
july, 23
i ate so much (bag of spicy chips, 7 pieces of toasts with cheese, milky way bar) drank so much caffeine drinks (can of cold coffee, 0,5 l of energy drink, 2 l of pepsi black, many cups of tea)and i didnt sleep. i actually didnt sleep yesterday, i couldnt. i am home alone today. i walked my dog in hot concrete suburbs and then it the thunderstorm came. i singed for 3 hours and send, recorded this and sent records for dani bc he loves my voice.
july, 24
i didnt sleep so it wasnt hard to walk my dog at the morning. i was already awake and we walked in fields. fields looked very weirdcorey at the morning but after 30 minutes nature started to irritate me. we went back.
i bought pack of cookies. then i drank a few cups of tea and coffee and started to feel nauseous because of too much of it.i slept a little on a couch at 12. then i wake up but was still tired so i slept few more hours. and then again. woke up at 16-17 completely and go to market and bought few more energy cans, 1 pack of chips and 1 pack of milk. then i walked with dog again. i ate and drunk so much but i hope that my long walks burned all of it. i am really so fuckin tired.
july, 25
toys are so expencive. i spent money on overpriced but so cute plastic horse. maybe i looked stoopid. brutal metalhead in black clothes with spikey bracelets that buy pink girlish toy. but i glad that i did it. i also bought some snacks and zero drinks. i sat on a bench, drank an energy drink, looked at the sunset and felt myself the coolest guy at the playground
july, 26
people joking about night crawing, night overeating etc but when else i should feel this crawings if i usually go to sleep at 6 am and waking up at 17 pm? how fucked my daily shedule is. but i have no regrets about it.
july, 27
no limit overtake bc theres no eadible (for me) food in house
july, 28
classical gross feeling after food. the guy writing this is Stupid
july, 29
i almost didnt eat, i cried almost all day and all night. i cried and cried. my parents was in same room sometimes and they didnt noticed bc i cried silently, i dont want them to see it. i miss my friend dani. he doesnt talk with me and i do not understand why.i miss him and i tried to be a good friend but nobody wants me now. i cried about my loneliness stopless
guy from the shyzo chat calm me down finally. he likes me, i even dont know why but it is soo good. he sees something unique in me
july, 30
i trought that i tried everything and got hella bored but then i found a market with many snax and drinx to try. i missed new experiences
july, 31
i bought and drank so much caffeinated sugarless cheap drinx that i suffered all night… it becomes my bedtime routine lmao
#mhwnbcb#mental disorder#male ed#ed bllog#ed life#disorder#disorder eating#bpd#binging#purge#pain#whining#stupid
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This is what I fucking deserve tbh.
#deepfake#manip#daenerys deserved better#daenerys targaryen#anti season 8#anti game of thrones#house targaryen#fuck jon snow#eat dirt and die trash#emilia clarke
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Incandescent (Kofi commission)
Kofi one shot commission by Insta is day_of_mayhem!
(I might have gone off on this one lmao Enjoy!)
Incandescent.
The night had been quiet, the trees softly hustling against one another as the wind blew. First, it was the strange noise.
From your little house in the woods, a sharp noise rattled through your bed, making you jump up in surprise. Running to the window, you saw what could only be described as a falling star, coming quickly towards your house.
You could barely brace yourself against the windowsill as the star ripped through the clouds, falling far into the woods. Panting and scared, you looked for any signs of it. Any burning trees, smoke, noise coming from the general direction where it fell. You found none.
From the window, you caught sight of your truck, still parked in the driveway. Grunting to yourself, you made your decision as you grabbed a coat and the wooden axe from the fireplace, running to your car, hoping to find the fallen star before anyone else did.
Gripping the steering wheel hard enough your knuckles turned white, you drove through the path in the forest, stopping when even more strange noises reached your ears.
Stopping your car, you tilted your head slightly, trying to catch it again. Seconds passed before a sudden blast made you jump, looking into the direction a flash of light also happened. Leaving the car, you held the axe close to your chest as you slowly walked towards the noise, breathing quickly as you did.
From the trees behind you, a slick, black ridged tail moved quietly as its owner's drool fell onto the tree branches, slowly stalking towards you.
'Hssssssss..'
Eyes widening, you turned around in time to see a black creature jumping from the tree, arms outstretched and claws ready to tear into you.
Falling to the ground, the creature landed heavily on you, claws grappling your axe handle as you barely had time to process its weight before shiny, sharp fangs closed itself repeatedly before your face.
You only realized you were screaming when the creature shifted its weight to your chest, cutting your air as it reeled back to strike one final time to kill you.
Closing your eyes in fear, you could only open them again as an animalistic roar reached your ears, and then the crushing weight wasn't there anymore, a screech and a heavy, wooden thud following suit. The creature had been rammed from on top of you, instead hitting the tree it jumped from hard in its back, falling to the ground, briefly shaken.
You took your chance to get up as well and dart between the trees, out of the creature's way. You only bothered looking for whatever had knocked it out of you when the black creature hissed into another direction, and you realized there was absolutely nothing there.
Still, under the dim moonlight, the creature leaped into nothingness, surprisingly landing on the thin air, snapping and hissing, swinging its tail around. You watched as it tried to hit something with its piercing tail. With a roar, you jerked back as it seemed to hit its goal, whatever was beneath it started zapping and glowing with failing electrical power, soon revealing what the thing was perched on as it didn't stop its struggles for one second.
At this point, you had come to the conclusion that they were indeed aliens, and the star was no star but probably a ship that crash landed, even if you had no idea where it was now. The stream of roaring and screaming snapped you out of your thoughts, the massive humanoid alien trying to shake the creature from it’s back as best as it could, while still trying to dodge its deadly tail.
You looked around, your fight or flight instincts screaming at you to do something, anything. Looking at the dark forest behind you, you had no idea if there were other alien serpents around or more alien warriors to help this one. It was when the serpent's tail pierced the warrior's arm and you saw bright green blood explode everywhere that you took action.
Running towards both of them with your axe in hand.
Your decision was made as the blade of your weapon sunk into the black creature’s back, it’s startled shrill making your ears ring as it’s tail hit you hard in the chest, both making you fly a few feet back and thankfully escape it’s weird fizzing blood that you’d later come to know was pure acid.
You shook your head as you tried to breathe again, all the air knocked out from your lungs as you landed on your back. Your vision threatened to darken as you sat up, trying to spot where the aliens were.
Slowly your ears started focusing again as did your eyes, permitting you to see that not only was the black serpent not on top of the alien warrior anymore as said warrior was about to jam it’s blades into the serpent’s throat. The most intense occurrence of all your life didn’t last more than 5 minutes it seemed.
Getting up on your wobbly feet, you noticed just about how much blood there was around the ground. You watched as the warrior clutched his side, chest rising and falling as he stared at you, and while he could absolutely kill you if he so wanted, he didn’t.
Not that you were opposed to that, of course.
You felt the adrenaline die down in your blood, the cold air finally making you shiver a bit. You looked at who you supposed was a ‘he’ and back towards the general direction of your car. If his ship had truly crashed, he was stranded. Hurt and stranded.
“Safe,” You said, pointing back where your car was, “Together…?” You questioned, montioning between you and him with your less hurt hand. He took a few moments to analyze the situation before making his decision. He was hurt, more so than he’d like to admit, but less than he’d be if you hadn’t shown up. He nods, slowly, unsure, later following you to the truck, all but hauling himself up the back of the pickup truck. ‘I’ll definitely need to hose that down in the morning.’ You thought as you saw the green blood streaks as you got into the driver's seat.
The drive back was smooth, no longer fueled by raw fear and adrenaline. You felt tired, maybe because of the bruises forming where you got hit or well, the fact that this was more action than you had since….Well, ever. Getting home, you didn’t really know why you snuck him through the garage door, you had no neighbors and no family living with you but somehow it seemed the right thing to do, he was an alien after all.
He seemed to know the concept of showering, at least. He washed all the dirt and grime off of his body and you were more than a little upset at yourself that you didn’t see him take off his mask, only noticing your mistake when he got out of the bathroom and the metal was so clean it was sparkling.
You watched as he sat in your living room and started patching himself up. While he wasn’t bleeding profusely anymore, the roaring surely gave you chills down your spine as he plunged some kind of needle into his thigh, pumping the syringe’s contents into his system before sewing his wound shut.
You pointed at the couch and told him to make himself at home, as far as that could go, anyway. You passed out as soon as you hit the pillow, your body paying no mind to the huge alien downstairs.
The next morning, he was gone.
As much as you were expecting it, it still felt...odd. Like some kind of fever dream. Only you knew it happened by the state of your house and garage. If you didn’t know it was an alien, you’d have thought a wild bear had wrecked your house. The floor was muddy, some things were out of place or straight up on the floor while some you couldn’t tell if they were touched at all.
Sighing, you gathered the broom, mop and trash bags to start your new mission; Cleaning the house.
Cleaning was usually boring, but this time it just felt restless. Even as your favorite songs played in the background. Of course, no alien could just have a slumber party in some human’s house but still, much had happened yesterday. You wondered when the government’s men were going to burst through your window and shoot a sedative up your arm because you’ve had alien interaction.
You were cleaning the kitchen cupboards when a reflection that very much wasn't your own caught your attention in the mirror. Squinting a bit, you jumped back when your eyes focused and revealed your guest's reflection, only his position was right behind you. "FUCK-” You turned around quickly, hitting your knee in the process, ”When did you get here?! God-," You started coughing a bit from the sudden intake of air.
You looked back at him when you heard strange noises coming from his helmet, almost like someone was tuning a radio before the words became clear, recordings.
"No-, trails."
You blinked in confusion for a second before realizing what he meant, slight dread setting in your gut at the prospect that an alien could speak, or well, play recordings of english to you. "Trails-, in the forest? Wow..that’s, that’s very nice, actually, hadn’t thought of that,” you thought over your next words, taking in his huge form as you did, “You’re headed home now, I suppose?”
He shook his head, motioning to his still tender wounds from yesterday’s battle against the serpent.
The serpent.
“Oh, Um-, That thing is dead, right?”
He nodded, “Exterminated. Contained.”
Contained.
“Great, great-, well, if you’re not planning to kill me and take over my house, you’re um...very welcome to stay?” You said, a bit unsure.
He nodded, walking over silently towards your garage door, you heard rummaging around, following to see him picking up after a broken vase you didn’t remember was there.
He was a considerate roommate, you could say. Wherever this alien came from, he knew of common sense, or just had a very strict mama as he helped in the chores he could. You suspected he didn’t trust you to clean his trails properly, but you weren’t complaining of free help.
Another thing you could tell is that he learned fast. Very fast.
He’d been skeptical of you, at first. You’d never catch him sleeping or eating, always the same passive expression of his mask looking back at you. You couldn’t blame him, but even then, it was hard not to speculate what was underneath it. Did he look like Davy Jones? The Shape? He didn’t seem to be aquatic. Maybe a lizard? His skin was mottled like one, at least.
3 months passed by before you both had that feeling. He’d been here for too long. His wounds were beyond healed, no one had shown up for him, no government, no other aliens, nothing. You’d seen him mess with his wrist gauntlet a few times, seen him test the cloaking device he had, it worked.
So, why was he still here?
It was on a similar night that you met him that you mustered the courage to ask.
The stars were bright, as was the moonlight. The breeze was soft, you both sat outside for a bit, looking into the forest. He told you he feared they’d come at night. You guessed he spoke of other humans, the kind that would want to study him alive, in the name of ‘science’, and he wasn’t entirely wrong.
“Are you waiting for your people to come get you? Have you sent a signal yet?”
“Yes.”
Your breath hitched a bit, the cold air around you prickling at your skin. “Oh-, well...have they replied?”
“Yes.”
You nodded, “So, I guess they’ll be coming soon, right?”
You waited for another robotic ‘Yes’ to hit your ears, to shatter your fantasy of living a nice life with him, somehow.
“No.”
“No?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him, “Why not?”
He turns to look at you for a second, at least you could assume he was looking at you behind the mask.
With that, he lifted his hands to the object of your speculation during the last 3 months, fingers slowly snapping off tubes that connected it to the rest of his armor with an audible ‘Fzzzzz’.
You held your breath as he hooked his fingers around the mask, snapping it off as well. He hovered the mask for a second before slowly lowering it away from his face.
You could feel your pupils dilate as you took in the sight of him, the spiky crown around his forehead, the mottling, so similar to the rest of his body, going down to his eyes, you lingered there for a moment, taking in how yellow they looked, and how they were staring directly into your own.
You gulped as you kept lowering your gaze, spotting the fangs, the tusks, the strong jaws that could very much clamp around your neck right now, if he so wanted. Everything about him screamed predator before, but now, having the last piece of the puzzle, you could only think of one word to describe him.
Perfect.
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding when his hand touched yours, so tender, mindful of his talons, yet still enveloping your cold ones in warmth. You looked up at him, fingers slowly squeezing his own, an attempt to show him you weren’t afraid, just stunned.
“Stay.” He said, in a much deeper voice than any he’d ever played for you before. His voice.
You only realized you were crying when the tears caught in between the crinkles of your smile, stopping their journey straight down your face, giving them a shortcut to falling down your chin, to where his other hand was raising up, gently tipping your face up, as he lowered his own, pressing your foreheads together.
“Stay.” You repeated, in a much quieter, shakier voice than his, but with every bit of intention behind it, still smiling as he squeezed your hand again.
Suddenly, the night didn’t feel nearly as cold anymore, nor did it feel as lonely as it once did.
#fluff lots of fluff#The Predator#predator#predators#yautja#yautja x human#human/yautja#yautja/human#kofi commission#Alien#alien relationship#yautja x reader#reader
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I Had To Do It (words changed by me with inspiration from @arczeroes barret rant on discord from a few months ago)
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BARRET RACKET?
STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING BARRET RACKET GOD DAMN FOOL SQUID COLLECTING DIRT EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT LEADER OF TRASH LONDON BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN MAFIA GARBAGE MOTHERFUCKING BARRET RACKET
STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT BARRET RACKET I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP SQUIDS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL EFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST MUSTACHE GET AWAY FROM ME
if i wanted to get into heaven and god said barret rackets waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down
If i have to deal with barret racket speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to relisten to the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive
I dont even know why i hate him so much. He does math but i am just mad because i am angy
He better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if he’s just some rich shithead whos a fan of hades and wanted the irl version ill go ham
BETTER have had a ring make him kill a man cuz if he didnt im going to make him
paypal.com/IFuckingHateBarretRacket
episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned that he might have broken out of jail and i lost it
Where the fuck is barret racket if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt
Crusty old man
Ill punch barret and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all that is left is one final ring he kept on him at all times engraved with the words Now You Fucked Up in ancient draconic
Im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point
I hope theres a date given for when barret died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone
Every day once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up rings
#rqg#rusty quill gaming#barret racket#listen i got a new microphone and i needed to test it out#what else was i supposed to do?#this is my pride and joy guys sdksdjsfdsj#rusty quill#I can't do a west country accent but imagine it's there
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us against the world
* proofreading in process*
summary: after living outside the walls for a more peaceful life, eren comes visits you every once in a while. but after months of nothing, you begun to fear the worst
warning: angst, 18+ smut, and it’s just kinda sad.
“ he turned y/n..” I sighed letting out a relief, he isn’t dead but “ what do you mean turned?” mikasa looked away. Mikasa is absolutely stunning, from the way she hold self to her soft face. I miss seeing her everyday, mikasa and I were the best of friends- we still are she comes and visit for every now and then to clear her mind. It’s calm by the sea now and days, miskasa sipped the tea and continued. “ he has this idea.. that it’s him against the world..”
“ yeah but his always been like that..” I fought for him, “ it’s different, Sasha...” miskasa clenched her first in pain, “ she's dead and he laughed y/n... laughed in our faces.” my heart fell as tears poured from my eyes, she couldn’t- why would he let that happened.
a long time ago eren told me something as we lied in bed together- it was after they caught marylans. “ come back..” he begged me. explaining to me he wanted to see you more, “ you can come see me whenever, and I can protect myself you’ll never see the end of me..”
I expected a giggled from him but he turned away, worried I pushed against his naked chest and grabbed Erens face making him look at me. the look in his eyes, they didn’t glow anymore, “ I've seen things... horrible things, so please come back y/n please”
after a long night, mikasa explained to me that she’d be in touch soon, and that I may need to prepare to fight again soon. those words scared me, miskasa made me promise that if she came back with bad news that I would come with her no questions. I agreed hugging her ever so tightly, I couldn’t help the tears that spilled as I watched her horse disappeared.
the next day, I used my old ODM gear to practice- putting it on was it work out in itself but it felt like home. my muscles screamed at me, as a ran all the way back home- just to tend to my garden. I picked this amazing sweet fruit I found a while ago, it was bright red and had a green topping to it. I wouldn’t eat the green part by the rest was so good. noticing my bucket was full I stood up.
“ y/n..” my heart dropped, whipping myself around my eyes widen to “ Eren!” he smiled towards me, whist leaping into his arms. Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I inhale his scent. his musks was missed, his shirt could only stay unwashed for long... it’s been too long. “ oh how I’ve missed you!” I cried, as I heard him exhale as in relief. “ I couldn’t get you out of my mind..” pulling away to look at him, my palm on his cheek.
I saw scars under his eyes, he used his titan form? why. rubbing his cheek, I felt wet..pulling away bleed covered my hand, as I remember what miskasa told me. the warmth and happiness feeling quickly leaving.
“ let’s .. get you clean..” my hand grabbing the bucket while the other guided him into my cottage. “ you know I remember how to get there..” Eren joked, I felt his thumb soothe the top of my hand.
letting inside him, Eren’s eyes never left me as he set down at my table. placing the bucket full of berries on the counter and full another bucket in the sink to collect warm water. staying busy kept my thoughts still- trying to avoid the heavy tension in the room. my eyes look towards him, his built body leaned back with legs parted as his legs bounced against the wood, turning away trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
Eren is impatient, in fact, he is extremely impatient. by now I’d be pushed against the table or if he was being really needy we wouldn't even make it inside my cottage and id end up being fucked into the dirt. but it's been so long, he looks so different.
turning his cheek I saw a gush slowly heal, but bleed still covered his ear. dipping the towel and the warm bucket I began to clean him off.
I felt his eyes watch me, as I got rid of the blood. he pulled closer to me- my skin got tense under his touch, trying to push my thoughts aside, I continued to tend to his wounds. Eren's lips tickled your neck making you freeze. “ why are you so stiff?” I shrugged, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this. maybe it’s because he knew Sasha was going to die and I didn’t do anything about it or maybe because you know that if it came down to you or his goal -you’d quickly be added to the pile of bodies. my stomach turned in knots as his large hands massage my back, his lips moved against my skin. “oh eren..” I whined pushing our foreheads together.
Eren is the only guy that can make me feel numb but just one touch. When we kiss I feel so dizzy, and when we make love I feel in a pure daze. I remember when we first joined the survey troops, how we had an agreement to come to each other vent about our days. eren days were way more stressful than mine with hange poking at him and levi on his neck but those moments made me fell for him, he wanted to save everyone, his selflessness. I’m in love with him, but I can’t shake off the pure horror I feel around him. I quickly push-off, almost tripping of the bucket of water, and leaned against the sink. while washing my hands off I notice that I was painfully shaking, looking up in the mirror eren watched my hands in confusion. Eren knew you had panic attacks, but that was after fighting titans or close calls. private moments like this are something that you've always said relaxed your nerves.
as eren reached for them I push him off. “ what the hell y/n” walking back my hands shook more, “ why are you being like this? “ he yelled in confusion.
you couldn't even look in his eyes, it hurt so bad. it hurt so bad that know that you may have to fight someone you loved, someone you imagined a future with. walking outside your cottage, watching Eren tend to the garden. he’d run to you kissing your lips while rubbing your stomach- you guys would fight over baby names. this wasn't your future anymore, it was never going to happen.
“ because I’m scared of you eren..” the atmosphere changed, his hardened face turned soft and for a second I swear I saw the bright blue that used to cover his eyes. my chest caved in, and I began to cry. my skin burning from the hot tears pour down my cheeks as I fought to breathe, Eren watched me shaken.
“oh baby please..” leaning in kissing my cheeks, “ no!” my voice cracked, my hand pushed again Eren's chest as his heartbeat against my palm“ please just let me hold you” as his arms started to warp around me my whole body trembled. “ I know what you did!”
silence tore the air, as we glared into each other. his fist tightens and eren eyes fell down staring at the wooden floor, “ I didn’t know it then, but now I understand- you know what going to happen next.. huh?”
nothing “- and you don’t care about us you don’t care about nothing but your goal of killing everyone..” waiting for pleading for him to fight my words. be he didn’t even look up, my sadness and pain quickly were replaced with distraught. how could he? I grabbed his face, making him look at me.
our eyes bore into each other, the man I love, the man I give myself to complete, wasn't in front of me anymore.
“ I hope you know, when you try to kill me- I will look at you like your nothing but a piece of trash..” my hand slapped against his cheek, as his eyes give me nothing but tiredness. “I hate you eren..” my heels turned, walking towards the shower leaving him there with his thoughts.
closing the bathroom door, I sighed letting the tears fall. I didn't wanna fight him, I couldn't. I didn’t mean those words, I could never hate him.
discarding my sweaty clothes off and started the water. stepping in the shower my worried washed away, the bar of soap cleanses the dirt and sweat from my body.
I knew when the moment came down to it, and my blade was to his neck I wouldn’t be able to do it.
my arms went to my chest as the bathroom door opened, it was eren turning to pull my eyes away my hand scrubbed my skin but I couldn’t help but to watched his figure pull off his clothes and step in then shower.
“Why are you in my shower..” eren frowned, “ a word please?” I looked him up and down trying to not squeeze my legs together. facing him, he looking me up and down, and his member leap led with joy-of course.
rolling my eyes and turning away I continued to wash my body, erens a hand came up to my shoulder. before I could push him off, his finger kneed into my skin, my nerves relaxed under his sudden touch, it's been so long since I felt Eren's touch, “ oh..” I moaned as he continues to loosen all those muscles.
I watched the wet ground as feet became into eren feet came into my view, unkept. “ you could clean your feet” turning to face him, closing his eyes he chuckled“ when was the last time you di-“
cutting me off his thumb trailing my lips, he only did that when he wanted to kiss me. “ since I was last here with you.” pausing I remember when he was here, we took a bathe in the sweet-smelling soap eren brought back for me, we got drunk until we couldn’t stand, and we held each other like it was the last time.
I can’t lose him, I don’t want to fight him. I love him, there has to be a way, a way to keep him here with me. deep in my thoughts eren studied me, “ it doesn’t have to be this way...” my thoughts left my mouth.
“ look this is going to happen... I can’t stop it-“ eren nodded, as if he was trying to convince himself. his body rocked against mine, “ yes you ca-“ I began my hand starting toward his face. “ no!” his voiced rumbled. “ this has to happen, but please y/n I can’t think of this right now..”
his hand begun to massage my neck making my eyes flutter. “ I haven’t seen you in-“
“5 months” we both unison, I longed for eren. no matter what he did, what he said, nor what he thought. Eren was on my mind all the time.
“ So can we please..” his lips pecked mine, hold my face close to him with one hand on my neck and the other roaming my body. “let’s just be here together and forget everything else..”
nodding, he took me in with his lips. Oh, how I missed his lips, my stomach had butterflies in them- I was utterly mesmerized by him, even if I wanted to punch him, kick, and scream why! why are you doing this eren, what about our future together? my lips melt against his, as our kiss deepen
coming to terms with what was going to happen wasn’t going to be easy. fight the man you loved, I could only imagine how Armin and mikasa felt. “ stop thinking..” eren awakened me, his digits slipped inside me.
throbbing around him, I lifted my head up and ride his fingers. “ I’ve missed you so much y/n...” gasping I looked down watching curl and twist his finger in and out of me. oh god, my fingers were nothing compared to him.
“ how long has it been since you came...” my eyes low turning my neck to his face. eren started at me, waiting for an answer. thumb pressing against my clit, shallow I stared at his lips. I wanted them all over me- I wanted him all over me.
“ ah - a month ago..” eren moved his thumb drawing circles again me, I remember fucking myself imagining they were eren- wishing and waiting for him to walk in and finish for me. I missed him so, pushing our lips together eren hand gripped my breast, it was sloppy. eren tongue was tangled in my throat as he fucked me with his hand. pulling away to breathe, i groaned using his forearm to hold myself up.
“ it could never compare..” pulling his fingers out of me, my knee dropped and eren arms held me up. his fingers in my face covered in my wetness, he licked them. “ this hand..” eren hips push against my ass feeling his cock throb as he grinned against me. I felt myself pulsing, aching for him“ my body” I shivered, I need him now.
his lips found my ear lobe, “ you don't know how bad I need you y/n” my eyes fluttered in pleasure, his word took hold of me, I'm drowning. eren fingers started again drawing circles on my clit, “ ahhh er-en”
“ nothing compares to you”
“ my hand doesn't even come close to your pussy...” pushing deep into me. I was speechless, “ my pussy...” letting out I sigh I leaned against him as his cock slowly pushed in and out of me. eren hands gripped my chin, making me look into him. those deep green eyes watching my face twist and turn all because of him, what he was doing to me. he loved it, smiling at me. “ tell me it's mine”
my hands clenched against his forearms, I wanted to watch him fuck me- trying to look down is three fingers tighten around my chin giving me a stern look.” tell me its mine y/n” I didn't want to give in, it was his. my pussy belonged to him, pushing are lips together I let our tongues fight against each other as he stopped to focus on our lips. I soften a bit letting the lips slow down against his, I let my right hand let go of his arm so I can run my fingers through his hair.
it's so long, so thick. his lips were so rough, I took it upon myself to lick them and pull away to look at him. he held me tight against him, he was truly beautiful. eren pushed his lips together, trying to savor the feeling of buzzing.
“ eren ill always be yours...” his cheeks redden as his cock twitched inside of me, “y/n it's always be yours”
we decide to wash off leading to an intimate moment of us taking care of each other. Eren's soapy hands bathe my body as I took care of his after we moved to my bedroom . I pushed him against the door giggling against his lips. “ my silly girl” he mumbled as my lips started to trail down to against his neck then chest.
his hand let go of the towel around his waist giving me the best view ever, his cock bumped again me as I dropped to my knees in mercy. looking up at him, his body tense, his face flushed.
my hand moved to his cock, and he dam near jumped. looking back up at him, his lips were about to bite off his upper lip. moving slowly I created a rhythm, my hand fucking his shaft as my lips kissed his tip, panting eren abs clenched. “ y/n ... your..” he moaned deeply “ fuck ah” I open my mouth taking him in.
gripping his thighs, I widen my mouth pushing him deeper down my throat. eren whimpered, grabbing my hair pulling me off, his cock bounced and begged for release. looking up at him, he pulled me up. “it's been too long...’ rolling my eyes I nodded, as he back me up to fall against my bed.
eren crawled on top of me as I watched him. his abs were tight and the smirk on him was present. eren was beautiful, my fingers played against his skin. So warm he is so warm, “you breathe taking y/n” my eyes flickered to met his deep green ones. our lips hovered on top of each other, as my legs parted wider for him as my hips started against him.
“ uhh”eren groan, his breath blew on my lips. guiding himself Eren starting pushing inside me, my eye rolled back and I saw black spots.
eyes watched my body, his eye watching my face twist and turn in pleasure. “ let it out y/n” a loud moan leaving your mouth. It’s been too long, his cock stretched you out, you remember when you were molded perfectly for him back when you are in the survey troops.
due to the extended stay away, you were all tight again. Eren grunted, “ so tight, let’s get you back again okay baby..” whimpering you nodded, hating how easy he had control over you.
pulling his hips away he smashed into me, “I need you” he groaned as I wept into his neck, inhale him, even panted in my ear his hands caressing all around my body. “ eren- aw..h please!”
“ tell me you need me..” my eye rolled into the back of my head, I did. I needed around me, I need him by me. with me, grabbing his face I met his hips with mine eren moaned, “ eren need you..” my legs shaked, as we rocked together.
“I love you y/n” my mouth ajar, I felt everything. eren meant it, his hand hugged my skin. pulling me completely into him. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, my walls hugged eren as tight as they could, his name slipped through my lips, and then I soft “ never let me go eren” as I came around him.
my skin buzzed and my chest met his, my nails dug into his back as I whined. “ fuck yes y/n” my body calmed against him as he continued to dive into me.
the slick sound of him pulling in and out of me, make me twitch. I turned to the side, as I was met with his hand- the hand he bites was deeply scarred. I knew it hurt, so kissed his hand. kissing it all away, the pain. “ oh ah..” eren body came closer to me as moaned against me, his lips rolling against mine.
“I wanna make it go away eren..” his moan grew louder as I held him tighter. “ let it go please..” with one final thrust he finished in me, his howls played in my ears as my finger pushed his wet hairs from his face. “ I love you eren..”
after falling into each other, you laid there with each other. catching up about everything, even the things you didn’t want to hear- he told you about his dream and you listened to the same way he did to yours. you both promise that in the next life you find each other- “ us against the world..” you mumbled as eren widen eyed, “ always no matter what that what it’ll be..”
that night you fell asleep peacefully as eren held you tight in his arms. the night fell until dawn, as the sunlight slowly beamed into your room. eren hadn’t slept, how could he with you by his side. this is the calmest he has felt in a while. a snore left your lips, as drool spilled out on his chest- eren blushed pushing your hair out of your face, eren sighed. he knew what had to come.
he knew what he had to do, he knew that meant going against you. there was no other way. It always ended this way “ I’m sorry..”
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did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)
getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward
some notes before we begin:
the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man
all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that
I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot
this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto
S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great
S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3
S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew
S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man
S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING
S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc
S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.
S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.
S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!
S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.
S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here
S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking
S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.
S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol
S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.
S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf
S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck
S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too
S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade
S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said
S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes
S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot
S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT
S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean
S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash
S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy
S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.
S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.
S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.
S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip
S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok
S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.
S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON
I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself
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Janus, did you follow up with Remus on that invitation? Or are you too giddy with your new boyfriend?👀👀
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Janus: “Oh yes Remus....I had totally not forgotten because I have been too busy being giddy about Logan. Totally not. I am afraid if I meet up with Remus right now I will simply be so giddy with so much love I will actually explode and die on the spot. But that is a risk I am willing to take!
Janus took a deep breathe. This was the third deep breathe he’d taken in a row and yet he kept being just as nervous. He’d hung out with Remus twice already, simply knocking on his door shouldn’t be making him this anxious. It was stupid. He was stupid.
He gave up on trying to calm down and knocked on the door.
The door opened. His breath hitched and he subconsciously straightened his back to look more alright.
To his surprise it wasn’t Remus that opened. At first glance he could have mistaken it for him. The person- the woman opening looked nearly identical to him after all. Same dark brown hair color, same brown nearly red eyes seeming to pierce into his soul, even the same birthmark above their lip.
Only difference being that her hair was longer, reaching her waist, and she wasn’t as skinny, in turn making her figure more full.
“Who are you?” She asked in a cold tone, it sounded more like a snarl.
“Janus” He reached out his hand “I’m Janus”
She slammed the door shut.
Janus let out a sigh. He’d spent the entire bus ride worrying about how badly Remus would react to seeing him but wow this was even worse. He was just about to go home and sulk when the door swung open again.
“Okay come in” The woman said while dragging him into the living room.
“t-thank you” Janus stammered out.
His cheeks heated up when he locked eyes with Remus who was sitting on the sofa. His friend quickly glanced away and crossed his arms over his chest.
The sofa had been made into a makeshift bed and suitcases laid littered over the floor. The lady sat him down on the couch before slumping over in a newly bought fainting cough. She had on a red robe while Remus had on a pyjamas with an octopus pattern on.
“So my dear eh demented Remus I am here to inform you that there is a giant seamonster in my bathtub so I had to go somewhere else...And I happened to choose this place...for tactical battle reasons!” Janus blurted out.
A weight lifted off his shoulders when Remus shone up into a smile at his made up story. Janus couldn’t help but stare at his sharp teeth. He knew him being obsessed with vampires as a teenager would bite him in the neck one day.
“Want me to kill it?”
Janus looked up from his mouth “What? The uh monster?” He put on his usual charming smile “Well of course darling. You only have to be ready to be eaten to death”
“OH I am ALways ready to be eaten to death. Trust me!”
“He got voted most likely to have a cannibalism kink in 10th grade” The woman added on. She was extravagantly fanning herself with a deliciously decorated fan.
“I was!” Remus exclaimed with a proud smile.
“Who- Who are you?” Janus tried to say in the nicest tone possible.
“She’s my frankenstein monster which I created just to bitch around and annoy me” “Life saw what kind of fuck up he was and made me out of diamonds and a lion’s pride to be the better version of him!” They said at the same time.
They glanced at each other before looking back at Janus.
“She’s my twin” “He’s my twin” They continued on at the same time again.
The lightbulb inside Janus’ brain finally lit up “Oh you’re Rowan aren’t you? I have heard many atrocious tales about you”
“The one and only” She moved her arms into some sort of regal pose while saying it “I’ve heard stories of you too you pitiful Janus. Re-re has told me he hates you and finds you awfully boring but you seems so lonely and sad he doesn’t want to tell you!”
Remus’ eyes widened into panic as he shook his head “I never said that!! Lies!!! Defimation!!!!”
“Re-Re I was joking”
“Oh............ok”
He kept fiddling with his oversized shirt. He looked over at his sister while moving further away from Janus. Rowan nodded back at him.
“Sibling meeting!” She exclaimed as she abruptly stood up while dropping the fan. She grabbed onto Remus and dragged him into the bedroom.
Janus stayed with his hands awkwardly clasped between his thighs. He hadn’t known he would walk into his greatest weakness: Meeting new peopel!!!
He looked around the room and slowly realized that the suitcases weren’t even unpacked. Meaning Rowan must have just arrived. Meaning Janus had inserted himself into a sibling reunion.
Holy shit. He was a piece of shit.
He slumped down on the green covers of the makeshift sofa bed....wait....Remus’ stuffed octopus laid on the pillow. Meaning it was his bed.....so Rowan was using the bedroom.
It all clicked at once. The cheerful disney posters. The white fluffy pillows everywhere. The walls being painted gold and red. THE LESBIAN FLAG HANGING ON THE WALL.
This wasn’t Remus’ apartement. This was Rowan’s apartement which Remus had weasled himself into.
Holy shit. Janus wasn’t just a piece of shit. He was a stupid piece of shit. Remus was never going to love him back!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-
Meanwhile Remus was looking around in the heaps of dirty clothes and trash that had piled up in the bedroom while Rowan had been away. His sister was standing over him with her hands clasped in front of her chest.
“Soooo Re-Re do you have a cruuush on him?” She had an extremly smug smile on her face.
“I would rather eat a burning stone than have a crush” He muttered back.
“He’s not even pretty”
“Ro-Ro you don’t think any guy is pretty”
“That’s not true!” She disagreed. She began to count on her fingers. “Tarzan” That was it.
“He’s animated!”
“He still counts!”
Remus took a deep breathe “We shall savor this battle for another day and it shall be glorious”
“It sure will brother!” Rowan tightened her fist.
They made angry grimaces at each other for a few seconds before going back to being normal. Remus tried looking under the bed.
“He’s a total dork you realize that right? He isn’t good at hiding it either” She stated “So I guess he isn’t the worst guy to have a crush on”
“I don’t have a crush on him!”
She sent him another smug look “Oh really? I’m not so sure about that!”
“I’M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM!”
She held up her hands “Alright. Alright. I hear you”
Rowan patted him on the shoulder. He took a shaky breathe to calm down. He held up a binder. The reason he had been searching the bedroom in the first place.
“Could you help-”
“Yep”
“I don’t want him seeing me without it”
“Got it”
He took off his shirt and forced the binder down around his shoulders. Rowan made sure to only touch the binder as she pulled it down so it sat properly.
“I saw that my money has been getting sent to a therapist” Rowan said while leaning her chin on his shoulder “Proud of you”
“OHOHO It is not at all what you think it is. It’s as much therapy as you having that spiritual guide living here for a while was actually spiritual in any way and not you just your girlfriend”
She sighed “Still an idiot I see................ANd we did burn candles when we shared baths so it was really spiritual actually!!!”
Remus shrugged “I don’t need therapy anyway” She did a facepalm “Hey it’s true!! You let me live all on my own and look! I’m not dead in a ditch or addicted to ketamine or whatever you thought was gonna happen the moment you turned your back”
Rowan rolled her eyes “Sure dukey”
She went back out into the living room while he stayed to put on his shirt again. Janus sat still in nearly the exact same place they’d left him. As if he was afraid doing anything would ruin everything.
He looked at her with almost fear. It turned into definitive fear when Rowan walked up to him and grabbed onto him to shove his back against the couch. She towered over him and pierced her eyes right into his.
“Listen here you swept together ball of dirt” She snarled out “If you ever hurt my brother, in any way, I will make sure you have nightmares from what I did to you every single night for the rest of your miserable life! You’ll never feel peace ever again!”
Janus gulped “Yes ma’am”
Rowan let go of him and shone up into a smile “Good! If you need me I’ll be in my room putting on a face mask!”
She walked off at the same time Remus came back. Janus sat even stiller on the couch. His crush slumped down next to him and rolled his thumbs.
“So whatcha wanna do?” Rem asked.
Janus shook his head to relax “Whatever you want to do dear”
Remus shone up into a grin and dashed to pick something up “UNO!”
“Ah yes. I am of course a feared master of...uno”
He snorted while sorting the cards between his fingers “Please say that again”
“Uno?”
The snort turned into a laugh “It’s just cute to hear non spanish speakers saying uno. That’s your whole vibe. Cute. Dorky. Smart dumbass. You’re like...the decaying corpse of a chipmunk!”
Janus took a moment “.....thanks. Best compliment I’ve ever gotten”
“No problem! Now I’ll make up for it by beating you in uno!”
It was a heated battle. Remus apparently had incredibly luck in all card games. Janus used the technique of distraction (!) and started talking about obscure conspiracy theories. It failed as his crush already knew the conspiracies. Which then started an even more heated debate about which conspiracy was the best all while the battle of cards continued.
Finally it came down to Janus having 1 card and Remus having 2. The snake let out a villanous laugh. After his crush’s turn the victory would be his!
But then Remus laid the card equivalent of slapping him across the face with both a sword And a dick. He laid a skip card! Janus fell back on the couch in exasperated horror as his crush laid his last card.
“WOOHOO FUCKER! GET KICKED IN THE BALLS BITCHASS!!” Remus yelled while getting up and running a few victory laps around the couch.
Janus laid in stunned silence. few times had he been beated this good.
“I’ll destroy you in the next round” Jan shook his fist to be extra extra.
“Oh really now. You dare challenge the great Buttmaster420!? IN uNO? Truly brave” Remus replied with a cocky grin.
Another fierce match began. As did their conspiracy theory debate. 1 win for Janus. 1 for Remus. Somewhere along the line they made popcorn. A second win for the snake boy.
2 wins vs 2 wins. This was it. Remus looked his friend up and down like he was a comboy about to shoot him in the heart as he laid a pick up 4 cards card. Janus gasped. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife.
The final card landed. Remus won. Janus pretended to faint.
They shook hands and exchanged looks of respect before bursting out into laughter.
“Alright alright” Remus chuckled out “Snakey since I won I get to decide what we do next!”
“Please not a satanic ritual. I already have that planned for Monday”
“Oh nonono! Much better! Y’know those ghost hunting videos on youtube??? Yeah I love finding really badly made ones and laughing at them!”
“Ah yes, because if there is one thing I am known to do it is laugh at others”
They sat on opposite ends of the couch while Rem searched deeply after the best trash. He found a 15 minute one where they were apparently being chased by slenderman.
They exhanged jokes and giggles over it but to be honest most of what Janus focused on was just being in his crush’ apartement. He tried to sneakily look around to aww at the drawings and storyboards pinned onto the walls. The small sculptures made out of trash laying in droves on the floor. It all made his heart flutter. His entire body yearned to make out until his lips hurt.
Meanwhile Remus was sneaking looks at Janus. His eyes was filled with the ace equivalent of lust.
“...Can...Are...Can I use you as a pillow?” He quietly asked. “You look soft”
Janus’ cheeks went red from blushing in an instant “...sure”
Remus moved closer and carefully leaned his head onto his friend’s stomach. He hadn’t cuddled a person who wasn’t his sister for over a year. Holy shit. This was comfy!
“You’re very doughy!....THAt’s a compliment!” Remus said.
“You really are pulling out your A game compliments today huh”
“Better than pulling out my massive dick!! No but seriously this” He pointed at them both in their cuddly positions “fucks!”
“Oh trust me darling the last thing I am doing right now is fucking”
Remus burst out into a cackle and flapped his hands “You’re gold snakey!!”
“I try my best”
While they continued to watch videos Janus gently moved his hand down to stroke his fingers through his crush’s hair. At first Remus flinched but then he relaxed into it and told him to keep going.
The popcorn bowl got emptied. They laughed at the videos until their stomaches hurt. Remus playfully moved his hands up to cover his friend’s eyes every time a jumpscare happened. Jan pretended to try and bite his’ fingers every time.
Eventually Remus let out a yawn. For a moment he relaxed and cuddled closer. He even let his eyes close. Before he suddenly flinched. His eyes were wide open as he sat straight up.
“I’m tired. You should go” He choked out.
Janus thought before deciding to not question his strange reaction. He sent him a warm smile “You’re right. It’s late. I can text you about meeting up later”
“For sure!”
A silence hung around them as they went over to the entrance door. Remus leaned against the door frame. Janus took a step outside the apartement as he put his jacket on.
They glanced at each other. Neither said goodbye. Remus picked at his skin.
“...I....Janny...I...Okay this might seem weird with me wanting you to leave and most of the time not wanting you to touch me....But I...I kind of trust you... More than most people. I mean it’s rare for me to trust anyone in any way....so yeah...I just wanted you to know that”
Janus fumbled after what to say “Thank you. That’s- I’m flattered....I trust you too....I wouldn’t let you see me when I wasn’t perfect if I didn’t”
Remus smiled at him. A small but genuine smile. “I’ll see you then”
“Yeah” Janus’ chest warmed “Don’t die when I’m not looking!”
“Oh nonono. If I die I’ll make it so dramatic you won’t be able to miss it!” His voice softened “Stay safe..please”
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Stray Dogs Seem to Follow
What if Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze did not die? What if they, along with Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, start their dream sect where no bloodlines matter, only skill and hard work?
The all-star trained-by-an-immortal cast is honestly reason enough for random rogue cultivators to start to flock to them, but the truth is the reputations that draw people are not one of battle prowess, but of human decency, humility, and a penchant for treating people equally between farmers and gentry.
YilingWei is a small but growing power in the cultivation world, and through Wei Changze has an alliance with the Jiang Clan, and through Cangze Sanren, has an alliance with GusuLan. Many of the other sects dislike this very much, because nobody likes to see the idea that noble blood actually doesn’t really matter be proven so soundly.
Wei Wuxian has an uncanny ability for picking up strays.
Stray #1: Wei Wuxian is ambling around Yueyang, let loose with uncle Song Lan at a good pace watching him, when he sees a kid get beaten up for asking for a reward of a snack. He darts forward, catching a fist and stepping to the side so the man is twisted under his knee in one smooth motion. Training had been going well, and he thinks mama would be proud.
The man sputters, face red, and makes all sorts of demands, puffing and going on and on about the YueyangChang.
Wei Wuxian, professional brat and heir to YilingWei, lets the man go with a light shove that sends him kneeling into the dirt, and speaks, heaping on extra insolence just for fun.
“Ah, well. Sorry, gongzi, I’m not from here, so I don’t know who is who around these parts,” he sing-songs, moving to help the very battered kid up from the ground. He looks like he’s about his age. He beams at him, although the kid is looking at him warily.
“But my mama tells me you can’t make promises you can’t keep, and a rich gongzi like you surely can buy some candy to pay for your errands, can’t you?”
“Who the fuck are you, brat? You think you can speak to me like this?” The man seems to be reaching forward, ready to strike, and Wei Wuxian is ready to throw down, but his uncle Song Lan steps smoothly between them, bows with grace to the man and asks softly what the matter is.
“Has our young master Wei gotten himself into trouble again?” Song Lan asks, all civil and gentlemanly and terrifying. The Distant Snow and Cold Frost is recognisable to most, and Wei Wuxian watches as the man puts two and two together. That said, YilingWei isn’t that prestigious a clan to warrant that much respect, but the man clearly knows he is outclassed. He turns in a bad temper, stomping away.
Song Lan turns to him, raises an eyebrow, and then bends down to speak to the kid who is fidgeting behind Wei Wuxian.
“Haizi, don’t worry, we mean no harm. Will you tell gege your name?”
The kid looks at the two of them warily, eyeing their simple clothing, their lack of ornament. “Xue Yang,” he mutters.
“Alright, A-Yang, A-Ying, will you tell gege what happened?”
Wei Wuxian sticks his tongue out at his uncle. “That guy was being an ass! Yang-di did something for him for a snack and he got all mad!” He huffs, annoyed. “We should have beat him up.”
Song Lan waits to see if Xue Yang will dispute the story, and when the kid just looks at his feet, angry tears in his eyes, he sighs. Grabs Wei Wuxian by the scruff of his robes and puts a gentle hand on Xue Yang’s head.
“Come on, gege was getting hungry anyways. I was going to get some food. I’m sure A-Ying will want too many snacks, but if there’s two of you, you can share, hm?” He starts walking away.
Wei Wuxian grins. “Uncle is really a pushover, c’mon, I want some tanghulu. Do you have any family? Our sect is great, we don’t care who or where you’re from. You wanna come see?”
Xue Yang blinks at him, lets his wrist get grabbed and towed away, buoyed by the promise of tanghulu and snacks. Maybe this time it won’t end in suffering.
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Stray #2:
It’s the third day of the discussion conference in Lanling, and while Wei Wuxian had been dragged by his parents to attend and bow and get his everything commented, he had finally bargained the day off, cheeks sore from getting pinched by random and well-meaning older aunties. He grabs Xue Yang and uncle Xingchen, badgering them into going to town with him. He wants to try Lanling street food! He’s heard the baozi are really good! It’s about lunchtime when they wander into a food stall that smells amazing, but before they can order there’s a commotion.
“Stay away from us, you son of a whore!” A scuffle, and there, a kid is being pushed down, his baozi thrown onto the floor.
“Yeah, I bet you’re full of disease, just like your mother!” another kid, bigger and meaner, spits on the ground. Gross. The kid on the floor looks incensed at this, eyes flashing, but before he can do anything his hair is being yanked and he’s gasping in pain.
Wei Wuxian has really got to stop meeting peers like this. He slants a look at Xue Yang, who has gone still and tense. Xue Yang hates these kinds of people the most. They step into the stall together, and while he’s tempted to really mess around with these guys, he probably shouldn’t make a fuss during a discussion conference, or mama will make them do drills for hours.
So he nudges Xue Yang forward, and his shidi grips the hand holding the boy’s hair hard enough that the bones creak, until the bully is gasping in pain and wrenching back, letting go of the younger boy. Wei Wuxian helps the kid up, makes sure he’s alright.
“Who the fuck are you guys?” the kids say, and Wei Wuxian notices that they’re in Jin gold. Gross. It occurs to him then that they probably also cannot make a fuss during LanlingJin’s discussion conference, so Wei Wuxian just grins his most diplomatic smile, throws an exaggerated bow and says, “Wei Wuxian, heir to YilingWei, at your service! This is my shidi Xue Chengmei! We compliment LanlingJin for hosting our sect. LanlingJin must be very rich, if minor disciples can afford to waste food like this!” He waves an airy hand at the remains of the boy’s baozi scattered across the floor.
One of the Jin boys sneer, “We don’t have to care about commoners and trash like that,” he spits, but is clearly not willing to challenge a sect heir outright. Xue Yang is still pissed, so he puts a hand on the sword at his hip, and narrows his eyes at them.
“YilingWei strongly discourages actions and words like that,” he says. And the threat is very, very much implied.
Eventally, Uncle Xingchen appears, smoothes things over, and sends the Jins on their way. Wei Wuxian turns round to the kid who is looking at them with wide doe eyes, half afraid, half in awe.
“This Meng Yao thanks the two honored cultivators for their assistance,” he murmurs, polite and formal, but the hands folded in front of his bow are trembling.
Wei Wuxian scrunches his nose as Xue Yang ambles off to buy three baozi from the lady at the front of the stall. It’s kind of nice, Wei Wuxian thinks absently, that Xue Yang gets to feed other kids, now.
“Aw, none of that,” Wei Wuxian says, pulling the kid’s hands apart and lifting him back upright. “We’re all common folk here, aren’t we, Yang-di!”
“Aren’t you the heir of the Wei Sect, gongzi?” Meng Yao asks.
“Well, yeah, but my dad was born a servant. Anyways our sect doesn’t care about that sort of stuff. You want a baozi? I’m sorry yours got thrown.”
Meng Yao accepts a baozi and eats it with more elegance than Wei Wuxian has ever seen. He doesn’t finish, though, even though he’s obviously still hungry.
“Saving it for later?” Xue Yang asks, eyeing him.
Meng Yao shakes his head gently. “My mother, ah. She works at a brothel, as I’m sure you heard earlier. They don’t... they don’t feed her much if she doesn’t work enough.”
They sit there for a moment, three kids digesting the weight of the world. The moment passes, though, and Wei Wuxian darts back to the front of the store to get another baozi, and some other snacks wrapped up in paper to go. He gestures at them to come out, and the trail after him.
“C’mon, I got some extra food for your mom. Can you take us to her?”
Meng Yao blanches for a moment, obviously torn. He nods, after a moment, and they walk a ways to the establishment where Meng Shi works. Meng Yao fidgets for a moment, but gestures them in through a side door. They meet Meng Yao’s mother, who looks a lot like him, She thanks them graciously for the food, and asks them questions about their sword, and the cultivation world in general. They’re not there for long before Wei Wuxian’s yaopei glows softly, and he winces.
At the two pairs of delicately raised eyebrows, he answers, “Mama’s using her tracking talisman.”
Meng Shi laughs, then, a clear, high sound. She slaps a delicate hand on the table in mirth. “Oh, I wish I had one of those for my boy here! Your mother would make a killing if she sold those!”
Before he can reply, he hears a scuffle, a few shouts of “Excuse me, You can’t be here!” before his mother thows the doors open and stomps in, stopping before them to stare her son and disciple down.
“Well boys, aren’t you two a little young to be in a place like this?” she says archly.
Meng Shi rises gracefully, bowing low. “Ah, we beg your forgiveness, your boys were helping my son with some trouble, and were kind enough to bring me some food. Please let me repay you for their troubles.”
Meng Yao looks alarmed at that, but he doesn’t say anything. Cangse Sanren looks at the whole scene, narrows her eyes at her son before waving her hands at the other woman. She pushes her son and Xue Yang’s heads down roughly, making them bow.
“No, no, thank you for keeping my boys out of trouble!” she says, and the two women stare at each other for a beat, before they both smile and sit down at the table in unison.
“Psst. Mama, can we bring them back? “ Wei Wuxian asks, tugging on her sleeve. She sighs at him, and then directs her question to Meng Shi.
“Well, Meng-guniang. It looks like my boys have made friends with your son here, and to be honest, we’d like some more young disciples. Would you want to come with us?”
Meng Shi looks taken aback. She thinks of Jin Guangshan and his many empty promises. She thinks of her son, and wonders if he will make a good cultivator in Yiling black and white instead of Jin gold. She knows, that of the two sects, only one has been kind to her son so far. But still.
“I’m a prostitute. What use could YilingWei have for a woman like me?”
Cangse Sanren looks straight at her. “You can read?”
She nods. It is her one pride. “I can sing, and play erhu. I can sew”
The othe woman nods. “You can teach my boys manners, too, it seems. We will take you, if you come with us. You would have to work your debt off, but, we wouldn’t ask you to do it like this. There are other girls, who come from your line of work. They help us with accounts and sewing and whatever else they are deft at.”
Meng Shi looks at her son, notes the way his eyes are wide and guileless. He has yet to learn how to lie and scheme and seduce his way into power. He looks at the two other boys, who look away at the scantily dressed women who walk by and smile at them, who are young and strong and seem to not care about her sons birth.
She stands, and bows deeply. “We humbly request a place in YilingWei.”
Cangse Sanren smiles, and leads the way, three boys trotting along at her heels as she goes off in search of her husband. It’s time to go home.
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The Letter
Description: The letter Dean gives to Cas to try and get him back after pushing him away.
Word Count: 819
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: angst and fluff, getting back together, high school, interalized homophobia, mentions of abuse, happy ending
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We broke up in mid July. I never told you the reason, I just pushed you away because that's all I could think to do. I wanted to tell you the truth. I wanted to tell you so bad, so many times, so many different ways, but every time I started to speak, I would get caught up in your eyes and the words would die on my tongue. I loved you so much and I never wanted anything to hurt you. I'd rather die before letting the bad in the world touch you.
Unfortunately that included me and all of the baggage of a homophobic piece of shit father. My dad found a picture of us. It's that one from the beach, where you're squinting because the sun is in your eyes, and your skin looks fucking golden. I'm kissing your cheek and I swear you can see it in my eyes how absolutely gone I am for you. I could go on about that day but I'm writing this before school so I can slip it into your locker before 1st period.
When he found the picture, he flipped out. He started flipping furniture and throwing glasses at the wall. He was screaming about being a man and marrying a nice, pretty girl, and all this shit about giving it up the ass (little did he know right? Sorry). I had to send Sam to the neighbors because I could see that look in dads eye. That get out of dodge before shit really hits the fan look. I wasn't scared though. As many times as I've been scared of my dad, having him beat the shit out of me because I loved you just didn't cut it.
Eventually, Sam had dragged our uncle Bobby to the house and he tore into dad like he'd shot me in the chest or something. It was fucking glorious. The old man and I had matching black eyes for a week.
After that, the thought of dad ever touching you, ever even thinking about you, I just couldn't handle it. I thought it would be easier if I let you go. If I protected you by pushing you away.
Then I met Lisa.
I thought it was safe to just go along with her. To show her to dad like I was somehow fixed or some shit. It worked for a while, dad was actually nice to me for once, like I was somehow worthy of his attention because I had a pretty girl on my arm. Then in late October, he got drunk, found out I didn't take out the trash, and gave me another black eye. It's yellow now, doesn't hurt anymore though.
The point of this letter is, I finally realized that no matter who I am or what I do, my dad is always going to be a piece of shit. I realized, the only thing that pushing you away did, was make me miserable. I wasn't protecting you, I was protecting the tiny remains of a broken relationship with a father who would never care.
So, I told Sam to pack his shit and I asked uncle Bobby if we could stay with him. Bobby said he'd deal with dad and I don't know what kind of dirt he has on the guy, but he hasn't tried to come after us.
I broke up with Lisa yesterday, which I know is soon, and a letter is a little cowardice but I didn't think I'd be able to get this all out to your face. I need you. I need you more than anything. Any and all happy moments I can possibly think off that don't include mom and Sam, are with you. Nothing matters without you. I will spend the rest of my existence making it up to you that I pushed you away for my own selfish reasons.
I love you. I love you so much and I really hope you didn't see my shitty handwriting and just toss this letter away.
Ok, that's about as much of my emotions as I've ever expressed so, the balls in your court angel.
Dean
Dean flinched when a hand slams down on the table he's eating lunch at. He stared at it for a second, knowing immediately who that hand belongs to. His letter is underneath it, his chickscrawl showing through the thin paper. He looked up slowly, that hand leading to an arm, to a shoulder, to the beautiful face with a scowl planted on it.
"You are the most infuriating, emotionally constipated, piece of work I have ever met in my entire life," his teeth were gritted but his eyes looked as soft as ever.
"I love you," Dean whispered in response.
"Yeah, you fucking better." That's all Castiel said before he was rounding the table, gripping Deans jacket and crashing their lips together.
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