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yabakuboi · 20 days

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merman steve pt 2

a continuation of this for @spectrum-spectre, now with some pre-steddie~!

Henderson is skulking around in the cereal aisle when Eddie spots him.

The kid has been a bit of enigma to Eddie since he met him at the beginning of last fall semester. Dustin had a tight group of friends, but often times, he caught the gang of them sans Henderson and the fact seemed to annoy the hell out of them.

"He just goes off on on his own sometimes," Baby Beyers would say.

"He won't tell anyone where or why or with who," Mini Wheeler would snarl.

"And it's definitely not to talk to his girlfriend, because we hear ALL about that," Big Sinclair would sigh, rolling his eyes.

So catching kid creeping around the grocery store minus the rest of his party, after hearing many complains of his mysterious disappearances? Color Eddie intrigued.

"Hendersooon," Eddie sang, wrapping an arm around Dustin's neck to keep him from escaping. "Whatcha doing?"

"Eddie!" he said brightly, grinning at him. "Just buying some snacks. Hey, which cereal do you think a fish can eat?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking. "Uh..."

Henderson's face scrunches up. "I guess he's not really a fish though, so I'll try whatever." He grabs a box of Honey Combs from the shelf.

"Dude, are you keeping a sea turtle at your house again? You know that's illegal."

"No!" Henderson snaps, flushing. "And I was going to take Dart back after show and tell, I had already promised Steve!"

"Steve?" That was a new name. Eddie hadn't heard Henderson talk about a Steve before, and the guy was kind of a motormouth and a terrible liar. The only time Eddie had seen him actually avoid a topic was when his little disappearing acts were brought up. "Who's Steve?"

Henderson's eyes go comically wide. "No-one! I don't know any Steves!"

Eddie knew at least three Steves, and two were in Henderson's grade. "Uh-huh."

"Anyways," Dustin says, clutching the box of Honey Combs to his chest as he backs down the aisle. "I gotta go man, nice seeing you, bye!"

Bemused, Eddie watches him go. He's planning to give Henderson a five minute head start before he goes to tail him, but apparently, he needn't to have planned a stake out after all. Henderson finds him again, two aisles over, panting and red-faced.

"Actually, can you give me a ride?"

🧜‍♂️

"Eddie," Henderson says, voice even more serious and deadly than the time the party took on Vecna last month during their campaign. "I need you to swear that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Eddie cocks a brow at him. "Is this a drugs thing? Dude, you—"

"No!" Henderson snaps. "This is not a drug thing! This is a very serious life and death thing, and I need you to swear on you life you won't tell anyone about it."

"Dude," Eddie says, a little in awe. He stares out his windshield for a moment where they're still parked just outside of town. He can hear sounds of the ocean just past the ridge, waves crashing on the cliffs. It's a remote little area, opposite of the tourist favored beaches. Eddie, in fact, deals just a few miles down the shoreline from here. "Did you bring me out here to kill me? Are you the world's dorkiest serial killer?"

"Eddie." Eddie turns to look at him. His face is grave, brows furrowed with real worry. "I'm serious."

"Okay... Okay, then."

"You have to swear."

"I swear."

And just like that, Henderson's face breaks into a bright smile. "I knew I could trust you!" he crows, grabbing up his bag from the store and kicking open his door.

Eddie stumbles out of his van after him, listening intently as they pick their way over the rocks.

"He's so cool, Eddie, you're going to love him. He totally saved my life when I was like ten and I got pulled out on a rip tide. Like, I really almost died dude and then he just swims up out of no where and helps me catch my breath. Helps me float there while I'm freaking out too until the life guard finally came out to get me. It was crazy! I come out here all the time to visit him, I think he gets a little lonely. So it's good you're here, I've been trying to think of someone else to introduce him to, but it's hard to figure out who's going to freak out and try to sell him to Sea World, or something."

They crest over the hill to a tiny little cove bitten out of the rocky shore, and carefully begin to make their way back down to the water's edge. Eddie's still not entirely sure Henderson hasn't brought him here to die. Maybe Steve is the serial killer and he uses Henderson as bait.

"Okay, okay," Dustin says, once they reach the water. It's calmer here, the cliffs cutting this spot off from the larger waves. "Are you ready to see the coolest thing EVER?"

"Uh, sure, kid—"

Eddie doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when he starts yelling.

"STEVE THIS IS EDDIE I BROUGHT HIM TO MEET YOU I PROMISE IT'S SAFE!"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, covering his ears. The lungs on this kid! "What the fuck dude— WHAT THE FUCK!!"

Because when he looks down, there is a face in the water. Eddie falls back on his ass, uncaring of the water soaking his jeans, and screams when the face in the water rises up out the ocean.

It looks pissed.

"Dustin," it says, glaring at Eddie. Eddie screams again, because it—the guy—the mermaid lifts himself fully onto the rocks, and he doesn't have any legs. Because he has a fucking tail.

A fucking fish tail.

"Steve!" Dustin cheers. "You came out."

"You sure?" the goddamn mermaid asks, finally taking his piercing, alien eyes off of Eddie to look at him. "Sure it safe?"

"Absolutely," Dustin says hastily, crouching beside Eddie to put his hands on his shoulders. "Eddie just screams a lot, I promise you, he's totally safe."

"R-Right," Eddie says, because he does not want to be eaten. Maybe Dustin's been dragging unsuspecting victims here to feed his pet goddamn mermaid instead of a serial killer. "Totally safe, that's me."

Steve, the goddamn fucking mermaid, looks him up and down doubtfully, and it's terrifying having those eyes on him, unnaturally yellow surrounded by black. His face is distressingly human, nose and mouth and ears with a mop of dark hair on his head. He has these bright shimmering scales across his cheekbones that dot down his jaw and neck, iridescent and glimmering in the afternoon sun. Eddie can't bring himself to look down further, scared and enraptured all at once.

Steve is terrifying and beautiful to look at.

"Fine," says Steve and pushes himself gracefully back into the water, disappearing into the dark depths.

"What the fuck," Eddie breathes. He looks up at Dustin with wide eyes. "Dude, what the fuck."

Dustin just grins down at him. "Isn't he the coolest?!"

#stranger things #steddie #ficlet fill #that's quickly turning into a fic that's fun #I WANTED YOU TO HAVE MORE HERE'S MORE MWAH #my steddies

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wxshing-aep · 11 months

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Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

#ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #michael cimino #michael cimino x reader #never have i ever #never have i ever s4 #nhie #nhie s4 #ethan morales smut

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luselih · 1 month

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Hiya! I wanna know if you'd write a scenario/drabble about the reader being the "emotional support demon" for the upper moons. Like they all collectively allow the reader to show some sort of affection towards them. (Preferably SFW pls)

demons favor || upper moons

ask/summary: demon!reader is emotional support demon for all 6 uppermoons!

content warnings | i tried to made it sweet but realistic, mentioned killing, possessiveness and obsessiveness (kinda yandare if you squint) , 5 love languages, comfort/fluff a bit too i guess? contains later manga stuff so manga spoilers!…

a/n - #1 i made this with mix of everything, i think it can be seen as platonic/non-romantical in most of settings (i think?)

#2 also reader is initially chubby hinted/written in mind so it’s up in text somewhere but i think i didn’t emphasized it too much so i guess anyone could read! Gender is not mentioned much too, maybe just some feminine parts couple of times.

#3 i so sorry for being inactive, i am graduating high school in 2 months so i gotta get grades and everything also i already wrote this but tumblr deleted it so i gotta do it again 💔

It was definitely very...very surprising and confusing for other lesser demons to see such... non scary scenes in front of them, especially one who were lowermoons and see them on more “regular" basis than others, who was that demon?

You were there practically chilling amongst uppermoons, one whi could kill any human or demon alive being so... tolerant with you? No one even remembers how did you even spawn in Infinity Castle at one of meetings they had with Muzan, yet everyone seemed to sooner or later get comfortable with you around, your presence giving each individual some kind of comfort to them...

Kokushibo only likes to spend some quality time with you after it took him a long time to get comfortable and used to you, now reading books or playing hanafuda together. He liked your presence when he got time to spend without training or killing people. It reminded him of his past self and life, his wife and two kids he left to chase his dream, it brings a sense of domestic warmth and comfort in his lonely life for the second time in his life after he willingly lost it. He even consider having you all to himself, what can other demons do about it? absolutely nothing.

Douma likes to receive physical affection and acts of service from you. He loves when you put your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in his lap as low beings (humans) or different called his followers in Eternal Paradise Faith as you two listens to them and gives them advices. He simply cannot choose between having you close to him or when you go out and easily collect new followers that are especially young human women that he can eat sooner or later, he simply adores you <3

Akaza crave quality time and words of affirmation from you, or better said someone. He is living for a second time to avenge his death fiancée, but as any other being he grows to be closer to you. He can only pray that Koyuki isn’t jealous or mad at him as you praise him while watching moon together , your beautiful smile shining underneath moonlight as he caught a glimpse of her in you :(

Hantengu needs words of affirmation to survive due his constant suffering from his past self, all kills, lies and evil is laying heavily on his soul so he stoped crying as much as before. (i don’t like him so this is bad, sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️)

Gyokko prefers to receive acts of service and gift giving as a form of affection from you, since he lives in vases he started liking you when you gifted him a handmade vase. He liked it very much that he almost considered living in that one instead of this he was using that was given by Douma. He absolutely loved when you cleaned all of his vases once, even organized them in order by shape, size, pattern and color :)

Daki + Gyutaro needs all 5 love languages, so count on words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. They were kids/very young when they died so they considered you as a sibling/guardian/prerent in some way. Letting you tend their needs and expectations, they also wants you all to themselves sooner or later :3

#bambi’s ✍️#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #hantengu x reader #gyokko x reader #daki x reader #gyutaro x reader

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appleblueberry-pie · 4 months

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need a quick outlet.

It always irks you every time that you interact with Nanami Kento. There's something about his perfectly tailored suit, his perfectly managed hair, his attitude, his blanketed sass, and his energy. His silence. He never allows himself to be like everyone else that he surrounds himself with. Even the most calm and collected people he has as colleagues, for example, Mei Mei, makes it known that she's around. But it almost seems like Nanami wants himself to be unknown and mysterious.

And you hate that about him.

Because you know that he tries to hide himself even more when you come around. I mean, it's not like you deserve it. You've done nothing to him in all of the years you've known him. You two go back to high school, yet you still can't name his favorite color if it was to save your life.

But it's weird, because around the time that you came to the conclusion that you hate secretive men, he decided to try to get to know you, finally. And it just made you even more confused about him because it seemed like even though he was taking you to get coffee, eating lunch with you, giving you little compliments on your work and teachings, he seemed to have a bigger secret on his shoulders that you just couldn't break out of him.

It took five more dates that you didn't know were dates for you to realize that he liked you more than a friend. He memorized your coffee order before you two even went to the coffee shop, the first time he brought you. He'd ask you about your home life, how college went for you, your hobbies, what kind of books you love, what shows you keep running back to, what you like to cook at home, your night routine(you found this one a little weird, but let it go), your favorite food, what your dream car is, etcetera.

It seemed like he never let you ask questions about him, though. All of these questions he asks, and not one was directed towards him, or was answered. It's like he only wanted you to speak about yourself. Which is what you did every time you both went to the coffee shop. He'd begin walking you home after work, wishing you a great night's sleep and if you ever needed a ride to work, you could call him.

It took you 35 sleep overs for you to realize you weren't sleeping alone and that Nanami would lay directly next to, or behind you, whispering into your ear almost every night, telling you how much he loves you and wanted those moments to never end. How he always has had a deep instinctual desire to inhale your scent before he goes to sleep at night because it's the only thing that keeps him truly happy and keep living. Because if you're going to be there, nothing else he does matters.

And it took you 2 separate inhales for Nanami to realize you were awake and apologized about his behavior, sounding the calmest you've ever heard him. You couldn't control your heartbeat or breathing past this point. Quick breaths led to Nanami softly resting his fingertips on your arm, before his entire cold hand rested on your upper arm, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to soothe you. He would whisper to you that it's okay, and that he's here to protect you, not minding the fact that he is the only danger in the vicinity.

You whisper to him that he should leave, and if he does, you'll forget this ever happened. He doesn't comply, wanting you to remember every single moment that you two have together. He's deluded, you conclude. Psychotic, deluded, insane, invasive, and.....in control. You can't do anything about him in your bed whispering to you. Because you know he's a first grade sorcerer, and you're not. You have to listen to him. You know he wouldn't hurt you, because he's so gentle with you, acting as if you're a married couple. He wouldn't do anything to you. Nothing crazy. Right?

"I would never...ever hurt you, honey." He almost drags out his words, as if to get his point across. Him whispering into your ear, warm breath hitting the lobe makes you want to cry, but you don't want him closer, so you mentally let yourself barely teeter over the edge. You want to go back to when you only questioned the why. And not the how. But it's too late.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #reader #yandere character #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #kento #nanami x reader #yandere nanami #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami x reader #yandere nanami kento x reader

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datura-tea · 1 month

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okey dokey! i just finished the fallout show! some Thoughts under the read more

tl:dr, the (bethesda) fallout vibes were definitely there. i liked it as a show on its own merits but as a part of the series canon... i'm mad, and that anger is kind of overriding the little i liked about it. overall maybe 2.5/5 stars and im being generous

things i liked:

visually, it's stunning - i could see scenes already being made into gifsets - the color grading is pretty good; even in dark scenes i could see and understand what was happening

the sets are soooo good!! costume design was alright too

title cards were fun and cute

they did some interesting stuff with the cultures of both vault 33 and the brotherhood of steel

they used the sound effects from the games :)

i liked the wastelanders!!! big npc and random encounter energy. i kind of want a whole show of just them. for example i love the marketplace and settlement in filly; it feels very lived in

the background characters weren't just young thin able-bodied conventionally attractive white people :) there's so many elders, which i loved!! ma june and barv were cool. i love gruff old lesbians

lucy!!! she was already kind of weird and a little off-putting even in vault 33 ("what's your sperm count" as an opener to the husband she was just arranged married to is WILD) and i like that. she's sweet and bullheaded and surprisingly competent :)

maximus is kind of an ass, but is also a pathetic nerd and brotherhood dickrider who actually doesn't really know anything. kind of a girlfailure

the ghoul was pretty cool too!! i liked him, though more for his prewar story than the one he has post-apocalypse

lucy's brother norman kinda grew on me. "i lack enthusiasm for every job that i do here" so relateable. also short king <3

THE DENTIST THAT BUYS TEETH. never thought that would be a Thing but now that i think about it, it makes sense

the monsters that we have were cool!! wish there had been more of them

MATT BERRY IS IN THIS!! i just really like him so i got excited :))

maximus and lucy's "wanna have sex?" talk LMAO

vault 4's various mutations!!

those giant unwieldy fuckass duffel bags that brotherhood squires lug around hahahhahahaaha

vault 4 and its genetic experiments because its main conceit is that it was ruled by scientists who hybridized humans. it's exactly the right amount of fucked up i want in a vault

i like that the protagonists regularly get captured and eat shit

FRED ARMISEN IS ALSO HERE

haha hacking minigame :) also chatting via terminals (and im assuming pipboys?) is canon now

they're growing crops in the wasteland + bustling trade + livestock + pets yay

robobrain was cute

things i was just ok with:

dane, the they/them brotherhood of steel aspirant who was fucked over so maximus can get their spot as a squire LMAO what a waste of a potentially cool character

IT'S SO FUNNY that there's yodelling whenever the ghoul comes into the scene ????? WHY

fight scenes.... pretty good but someone definitely had the bloody mess perk (i don't do well with gore so ew yucky). also lots of [VATS NOISE]

pipboy was not used as much as i thought it would be

cousin stuff... i get it, i guess in a vault you'd have a lot of cousins and not a lot of choice, so some incest would probably happen

the ghoul being vault boy's inspiration?? not sure what to feel about that tbh

the casual dismemberments... and equally casual attaching of limbs... not even prosthetic limbs.....

the vaulties eating good healthy well-balanced meals. giving out caviar in the welcome basket. kinda 50/50 on it

the vault 31 - 32 - 33 subplot couldve been more fucked up

have brotherhood knights always been celibate or did i miss the memo

there are regular chickens and... deer? for some reason?

the ghoul's design. it's fine in action but mostly it's meh

the vault 4 cult for moldaver

vault 4 as a refuge for shady sands survivors. im mad about it but like. i get it

that guys "elixir" (some altered jet??) fixing everything about thaddeus' foot instantenously AND GIVING HIM HEALING POWERS???

things i did not like:

lucy's plot premise is very much fallout 3 redux

lucy and maximus as a ship is very meh and kind of forced and not compelling. go give us nothing!!!

wilzig's head as a macguffin that everyone is after... ehh kind of just okay as a plot device

also the ghoul randomly eating that other ghoul???

the squire who bullied maximus calls himself fat but he isn't fat?? not even chubby??? hello????? just got a soft face

water chip being fucked feels very fallout 3 also but they kind of dropped it?

they definitely named cooper howard after todd. as tribute probably, which he doesn't deserve

fiend = cannibal now?????

maximus recognizing vault 4 as a cult but not recognizing the brotherhood as one lol

vault tec evil capitalism vs hollywood communists storyline was kind of basic. and bland. and weak

the enclave could've been established + explored better

no geckos or any other west coast-specific monsters

showing me ncr ranger armor when the ncr is gone

ghouls have healing powers?? WITHOUT RADIATION??

things i hated hated hated:

the ghoul needing drugs to combat the Disease That Turns Ghouls Feral

feral ghouls being basically zombies :/

IN EPISODE FIVE. THEY REVEAL. THAT SHADY SANDS. WAS BOMBED. THE ENTIRE NCR. WAS BOMBED. IN 2277. THE YEAR OF THE FIRST BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM

BASICALLY RETCONNED FNV?? IM PUTTING MY EARS IN MY FINGERS AND GOING LA LA LAAAAA

VAULT-TEC DROPPED THE BOMBS ???? BIG MT + MR HOUSE BEING IN ON IT????

THE BIG STUPID FUCKING REVEAL IN EPISODE EIGHT?? THAT THE OVERSEER BOMBED SHADY SANDS BECAUSE HIS WIFE DIDN'T WANT TO GO HOME WITH HIM??? FUCK THAT???

the brotherhood being the main faction of the west coast now. booo!! booo!!!!

the fucking last shot of new vegas being a burnt out husk. probably foreshadowing that hank is going to house's body but. UGH I HATE IT

to summarize: it came out strong! and stumbled hard falling face fucking first at the finish line. i would have liked it a lot more if it did not shit on the west coast as much as it did. because what the FUCK. if it was set literally anywhere else and left the ncr alone i would have liked it more, because on its own, as a self-contained story, divorced from the rest of the fallout series canon, it's not bad!!! it's fun, there's some good bits, it has the ~vibes~ but - and this is a big but - i don't know what it's trying to say. it's all very surface level and the very vague themes i picked up on are not really reiterated in the plot

it's like... the bits that make it fallout are there. vaults. the brotherhood. ghouls. a dog named dogmeat. but there's something lacking. it's like your usual sci-fi post-apocalypse show with a fallout veneer. idk. i like it for what it is but also i hate it for what it's emblematic of. that's all

#fallout show #spoilers #fallout show spoilers #shh peri shhh #i liked it but also i didn't #hope that helps!#watch it but probably pirate it i think #anyway it's 5am im going to bed #im trying to be positive. it's not all bad. but it sucks

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moonlit-imagines · 7 months

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Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.

prompt:

you were spider-man for halloween (of course)

“really?” -peter

“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you

peter was…iron man

“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter

“too late” -you, taking a picture

you sent it straight to tony

and he called almost immediately

“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony

“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you

“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony

“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter

“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony

you guys took so many pictures together

remaking all kinds of poses and such

(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)

you both recreated the peter/tony picture together

“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you

“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter

it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition

“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice

“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY

“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter

fighting the urge to go trick or treating

“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you

“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter

“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you

“…i have to call ned” -peter

ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider

“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned

may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too

constantly snapping candids

“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may

you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…

okay?

not exactly your speed, you know?

ned actually was kind of into it though

“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd

ned did one shot

“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it

“told you” -you and peter

okay, so maybe the party was a blow

(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)

the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor

“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds

“no, that’s me” -peter

“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated

when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”

“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may

you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)

“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter

*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*

“oops” -you

cracking up the whole time

peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel

then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it

“ew, peter! stop!!” -you

“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned

“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter

“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you

*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*

every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again

“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you

eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night

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starseungs · 25 days

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a dream and a dance. hjs.

han jisung x gn!reader — dreaming was a lot harder as an adult than it was back when you were but a small kid. but maybe—just maybe, you could indulge in this dream come true for once.

genre/s — fluff, pinch of angst, post-grad au(?) • 2.0k words

warning/s — alcohol, setting is in a nightclub, life is hard (idk how to explain this)

note — inspired by han's new skz-record: 1,2,3,4,5 ! also i know nothing about nightclubs but this was the theme that came to mind so im just basing off vibes 😭

Dream while you’re still young—while you still can.

Growing up, that line had always been an integral part of your life. You still remember the first time you heard it; the soft hushes of your beloved grandmother as she handed you a bowl of freshly cut fruit on a particularly hot day. The six-year-old you once were was staring at the person behind the television, starry-eyed, as you studied the figure’s actions with intent. You could faintly recall a question being asked in that hushed living room, something along the lines of whether or not you found what they were doing interesting. It was a hazy memory for detailed descriptions, but you could imagine your younger self positively replying with an excited squeal, one fit for a child of that age, which would’ve been followed by the line that you’d have kept in your heart for the rest of your life.

As one would, you’ve cycled through your fair share of these so-called dreams in the duration of your early lifetime. There was a time in third grade where you made up your mind to become a science teacher—the thought quickly being replaced just a mere two years later when you found a sudden interest in becoming a chef. Sixth grade you talked big for their age, claiming that they would open their own restaurant after graduating culinary school, despite not knowing a single thing about cooking other than all the hours spent bingeing MasterChef. You would always get a laugh out of the memory, knowing that it, too, was but a short-lived dream of a young mind still easily impressed by the world around them.

The pattern of switching life aspirations continued past elementary, and throughout your hectic high school years. With the constant new experiences you faced day to day, it was inevitable that eventually you would start seeing everything in a different light. It was part of the maturing process, you’d come to realize a few years later—getting hit by the epiphany that you no longer went through your 24-hour cycle the same way you did back when you were ten. It was a bittersweet revelation, one that ended with you looking up old shows you used to watch and playing episodes until the sunrise before forcing yourself out of bed to get ready for class.

That wasn’t the first time you pulled an all-nighter, but it was the first one that made you feel calm throughout the day despite severely lacking sleep.

College came around, and now you had to face yet another hurdle in your journey: admitting that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing anymore. You were attending university—check. You were in a program you personally chose—check. You had a decent social life—check; or maybe half a point, since you didn’t exactly have much time to hang out with any of them, instead opting for promises of catching up that were slowly building in number but barely decreasing. Before you knew it, the degree life was slowly eating all of the dreams that were left inside of you, leaving you with a semi-paved path completely devoid of color. What was once a garden littered with numerous flowers of the rainbow now had wilted into dehydrated brownish hues, layed lifelessly beside the narrow road.

Perhaps your grandmother was right. Dreaming was a lot harder as an adult than it was back when you were but a small kid.

Still, you pushed through, just to see the end. There was no use turning back when you had already crawled your way up this high. All that was left for you if you did was a fall so hard that you doubt you’d even be able to recover. The image alone made you shiver, prompting you to lift the glass of liquor towards your mouth, letting the sip travel down your throat and feeling the faux warmth it provided. Your eyes shifted to the clock propped up against the bar counter’s wall, watching the hands tick at a uniform pace. It was weird knowing that time always stayed steady. These days, it seemed all over the place—sometimes slowing, sometimes speeding. At this particular moment, it was like a flowing stream.

What kind of pace it was, you weren’t too sure.

What you did know, though, was that the numbers on the clock were barely visible; bright neon LED lights being the only thing illuminating the dark room they called a nightclub. The speakers were blasting some upbeat pop song, entertaining the crowd trying to lose themselves on the dance floor. You could only watch from your bar stool as a girl trips over thin air, obviously a little too inebriated, before getting caught by her friend, who was now fussing over her drunken state.

Burning liquid passed your tongue as you took another sip of your drink. Unlike that girl, you went to this place alone and on your own accord. In your mind, you contemplated why you chose to be here instead of a peaceful bar that didn’t involve a DJ and a dancefloor—but this works too. Maybe a part of you wanted to experience the thrill one last time before adult life completely takes a toll on you, so who were you to deprive yourself of the wish? Your university days had already ended just a few hours ago, with you stepping on stage to get your diploma. It wasn’t a crime to let yourself have fun after all the sacrifices you made for the sake of your damned future.

And so you continued to watch—getting lost in the sea of bright lights and the crashing waves of your thoughts, before a familiar voice snapped you out of the trance you put yourself in.

“What are you doing here, looking all miserable like that?”

You blinked owlishly at the face that entered your line of sight. A face that was very recognizable to you, despite the undoubtedly long time you’ve gone without seeing it.

“Han Jisung?”

“The one and only,” Jisung grins.

“Wow,” you breathed out, completely taken aback at the situation. “I haven’t seen you since our first year of uni! How have you been?”

You and Jisung used to be in the same major before he dropped out right before the start of your second year to pursue music. It would be an absolute lie if you said you didn’t miss him, especially since he was the first friend you ever made in university. You could still recall the moment he approached you in a class like it was yesterday—the Jisung of four years ago scrambling to take a seat after barely just beating the professor entering through the front door. The image of the freshly turned nineteen-year-old panting desperately evoked your concern, causing you to stare at him a little longer than necessary. But it wouldn’t be Jisung if he wasn’t observant, so he returned the stare without an ounce of shame and followed with a question if you had any spare water he could drink.

Luckily, your water bottle had just been filled a few minutes before class started, and thus a beautiful friendship was born.

Jisung took his hands out of his pockets before taking a seat at the empty bar stool to your right. “Life’s been great! Two semesters were enough for me to realize that the academic life just wasn’t for me,” he chuckles. “Oh, and congrats on graduating, by the way!”

You couldn’t help the small smile that found its way to your face at his greeting. “You knew?”

“Ah,” Jisung exclaims, leaning forward to rest his arms on the long table in front while still making eye contact to cement his presence in the conversation. “I attended the ceremony earlier, actually. You know—for Hyunjin and Seungmin. I also watched you stand on stage. That’s why I’m genuinely surprised to see you here like this.”

He looks around for a bit before returning to face you. “Where are your friends?”

You shrugged carelessly, not too bothered with the implication. “Not a clue,” you say with a light chuckle. “Probably out celebrating with their families—or maybe even with each other. Either way, I didn’t get an invite, but I already expected that.”

Jisung simply nods at your reply, and his lack of a reaction amused you more than it should. “And you? Out with Thing 1 and Thing 2?”

“Damn, they still call Seungmin and Hyunjin that? My legacy stood strong, huh?” Jisung barked out a hearty laugh before gesturing somewhere to the side of the club. “But yeah, our group’s over there in one of the sofa cubicles. You can join us if you want; it’s your day too, after all. We should be celebrating!”

You waved his offer away politely. “It’s fine, Jisung. I’m sure they wouldn’t want me crashing in. We’re not even close enough to do that.”

Jisung paused to think for a moment, his hand rising up to support his chin. Your eyes guiltily wander a bit higher, stopping at his rosy lips for a brief second before quickly going back to glare at your glass of liquor.

Admittedly, you once had a crush on the man beside you. Han Jisung was one of the more attractive individuals on campus back then, along with the rest of his friend group. The lingering gazes of people weren’t foreign to you, as you had your fair share of experiences with them when you used to hang out with him. Jisung was simply someone who caught others’ attention, whether it was intentional or not. Of course, you weren’t exempt from that notion. The only difference was that he was a good friend you didn't want to risk losing and that you weren’t interested in dating at that moment. Romance was another dream of yours you couldn’t reach, no matter how much you yearned for it. And so you buried your feelings in a grave, eventually getting forgotten once he left your life.

You could only hope that a zombie apocalypse doesn’t start soon.

“Hm, alright,” he eventually chimes. “I’ll leave you be, soon. But, on one condition.” It was your turn to ponder over his words.

“And what’s your condition, Han?”

Jisung attempts to hide the way he fidgets with his fingers, which you painfully caught on to too fast for your liking. He took a few more seconds to collect himself before sitting up straight and turning towards you to shyly say, “Dance with me?”

Your eyes widened into saucers, not believing what you had just heard. It was in an attempt to calm your racing heart that you accidentally froze into silence, your brain already deciding to keep 911 on standby in case you stopped breathing altogether. You internally cursed yourself for feeling a faint hope spark back in your heart, wishing for the romance you never let yourself indulge in. This wasn’t the time, nor was it the place, that you thought was appropriate to rekindle your teenage wishes.

Unfortunately, your lack of a response made Jisung inhale audibly, seemingly preparing himself to bolt away in embarrassment—if only you hadn’t noticed his actions too, the year of friendship coming back to you to recognize his habit. You quickly willed yourself to spit out any words you could.

"Well, that’s sudden,” you shakily voiced out, but decided to lighten the awkward situation with a cough. “What, think I’m hot now after gaining a few more years?”

Jisung exhaled in relief. “Not exactly,” he rubs the back of his neck, “you were already hot from the beginning.” You roll your eyes at his answer.

“Haha. You think you’re so hilarious, Jisung.”

“That, I do,” he smirks, regaining his confidence. Jisung lifts a hand towards you, opening his palm in an offering gesture. “So, what about that dance?”

You scoffed good-naturedly before taking his hand, pulling him up his seat to drag the two of you towards the center of the establishment that was still as chaotic as you left it earlier.

“Make sure you show me a good time, Jisung.”

“Oh, you won’t be disappointed, Y/N.”

Maybe—just maybe, you could indulge in this dream come true for once.

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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can we get to know the perverted faculty in midnight darling?

hoo boy. i was gonna make it a stretch goal to include each and every subject mc might get as a biology major in the philippines but have the named ones for now.

warnings: homophobic society, inappropriate teacher/student relationships, age gap, infidelity/adultery, ageism, voyeurism/exhibitionism, sexual and typical yandere themes. dark content. this is a lot smuttier than all of my previous headcannons oh god.

[previous part] — yandere bad boy/jock, good girl, nerd and president.

YANDERE COLLEGE! FACULTY! X POPULAR GIRL! READER [PANGALAWANG YUGTO / SECOND PART]

ELOISE MORIN - PHYSICS TEACHER

✎ Eloise Morin was always drawn to you. You stuck out like sore thumb in her long list of faces she had to memorize every year and was the only time she ever broke a rule. The rule being to never fall in love with one of her students.

✎ It all started with the pairing of her sister, Ella Morin (The Emo! Kid) with you in order to break her out of her shell. The other faculty members seemed to trust you, and you had perfect grades.

✎ Sometimes your harem regrets always cleaning your record with how much the professors called upon you for tasks, thus reducing your time with them.

✎ And it worked, Ella’s grades improved and the sisters’s home life was better. They started actually talking during meals. She just seemed so much happier.

✎ Eloise soon found out it wasn’t because you were friends, it was moreso that you’d relieve Ella of stress when she acted to your whims.

✎ The woman could never forget the time she caught you eating out her little sister after a study session. In her own damn home.

✎ She was confused. Any responsible teacher and guardian would put a stop to this, right? But she found herself welcoming you in every time. Ignoring your disheveled look after ‘hanging out’ with Ella. Always treating you well so you’d be incentivized to come again and again into her home.

✎ So she can watch you defiling her baby sister as she touched herself to sounds of your moans.

✎Her horny levels are pretty terrible for an adult. Eloise was brought up to be a stout, pious woman. Never to have any sexual relations before marriage, much less the same gender. She was never attracted to the men around her and through you she finally knew why.

✎ She has yet to explore her likes and dislikes but what she does know is that merely seeing you gets her absolutely dripping in arousal. She fantasizes day in and out about what you could do to her and where you could do it.

✎On her sister’s bed? The Kitchen counter as she cooked dinner for you whenever you stayed for the night? In front of the class as she teaches? On the desk of that damn principal that kept creeping on you?

✎The only thing stopping her from pouncing on you is guilt. Guilt that she’s attracted to a person much younger than her. A woman no less. What would her parents think? Sure, they’re dead. But Eloise can still imagine the disappointment they’d show if she gave into these lustful urges.

✎What Popular! Reader thinks of her : Like many of your teachers and fellow students. You see her as a means to an end. However, unlike the rest of them, Eloise does interest you the most. You’re waiting to see the moment she snaps. Ready to taint her with your colors.

AMELIA YORKSHIRE - LINGUISTICS TEACHER

✎ Amelia is the eldest teacher in the staff list. She’s a triple divorcee with a child from each husband.

✎ She craves male approval and used to work with Ricardo to bring you down a peg. Before you came in, she was known to harass her male students and show a little too much skin that it was unprofessional at best.

✎ She quickly switched to the other side after a private one-on-one exam with you.

✎ Not only did you get a perfect score in that test, you also managed to give her a better orgasm than all her husbands combined.

✎Also uses her family to get you closer. This time more intentionally. C’mon don’t you just love children? Aren’t hers the cutest?

✎She doesn’t make it discreet when it comes to her more perverted side. Often shoving her cleavage to your face when in class.

✎Tried using another student to make you jealous and that only made you turned off.

✎Is currently desperately trying to earn your attention back. At this point she might as well wear nothing to school.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of her: You aren’t the type to slut shame. That would be quite hypocritical of you to do. But a professor obviously perving on her students was kind of baffling. She left little to the imagination, so after your first romp with Amelia you basically never touched her again. Unknowingly making her obsession worse.

✎ Hers was a minor subject anyways, so you didn’t put that much effort into humoring her. She was a great fuck though.

MARX ESGUERRA - BIOLOGY TEACHER

✎ Now Marx was a different story entirely. Unlike your more lowkey teasing with Eloise and disinterest with Amelia. It was well-known throughout the campus of your interest with the Biology teacher.

✎ It took a while to get into his pants. Marx was known to be even worse than Eloise when it came to how strict he was with himself and his students. He was teaching a new generation of healthcare workers after all.

✎ At least that’s what you thought. You didn’t realize it was because he was studying the best way to approach you.

✎ Marx thought of you of you as perfect. He knew what he wanted and what he wanted was for you to stay by his side. Permanently. He didn’t want a shallow connection like you had with Amelia and Justin.

✎ A perfect student like you deserved a perfect relationship from start to finish. And he’ll make sure to give you that.

✎ He expects you to be completely immaculate. He has an image of you that you have to follow. He’ll drill it into your mind if he has to. A perfect man needs a perfect spouse. He’ll never settle for less. He’ll wipe all those filthy hook-ups you’ve made from history. Besides you were just practicing for him, were you not? The rumors about your supposed interest in him do no good to stifle his delusions.

✎ He bumps your grades just a little bit after your dalliances to give the impression that he definitely does not want you just for the sex.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: A total snob. But you do what you must to gain perfect grades and better opportunities for yourself. Even if it means sleeping with that narcissistic man that kept staring holes into your body.

DANIEL CRUZ - THE PRINCIPAL

✎ This man is the very definition of corrupt. He knows of every dirty little secret that has happened in the school grounds and beyond and gets paid handsomely to hide that.

✎ Thus, he’s great at hiding your little relationship with him. From the school and his older wife.

✎ You were his secret as much as he was yours.

✎ You were just so much more beautiful, younger, tighter, than that stupid woman. He only wanted her when he was younger because she looked hot back then but age wasn’t so kind. After she got pregnant with his children she started showing signs of being grotesque so he often brought home other women to their marital bed. He just couldn’t get it hard with her for the life of him.

✎The wife is unfortunately used to his ways.

✎ Ever since you though, she noticed how he brought home less and less different women. Up until it was just you. She didn’t know if it was a relief or a more terrible sign that he’d actually fallen in love with a sidepiece.

✎ She didn’t know how to feel whenever you exited her own room after a night with her husband. A sorry look on your pretty features gave her a mix of anger for you pitying her and relief that whatever her husband felt, at least it wasn’t reciprocated.

✎ Other than his wife and perhaps even children (oh god) however, no one knows of your relationship with him. Not even Ricardo and he knows the most about you.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: Despite what many thought of you, you viewed marriage as sacred. You only ‘cheated’ on Justin because you didn’t want him to get killed. Once a promise is made it best be kept and treasured.

✎ And Daniel broke the most beautiful promise of them all.

✎ He’s one of the few people you actually strongly felt for. Unfortunately for him, it’s disdain.

A/N : This is the most filthiest thing I’ve written on this blog so far. I need to take a bath of holy water after this.

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ynyaan · 5 months

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𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⚔ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩-𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: Loki didn’t lack in giving you anything. He was attentive to your needs and is a surprisingly good lover. Alas, his endless gifts and spoilings leave you feeling guilty for receiving so much. You have never asked for anything specifically until one day; you had an ache to take something of his. “I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?”

.ᐟ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣

...

Loki has never failed to give you anything. Actually, most of his gifts are of his own accord. From silver jewelry to gems of every color, he gave whenever he could. You have always been grateful for it, but constantly receiving gifts knowing you can never repay them, leaves a bubbling guilt inside your stomach.

“Loveee!” A cheerful voice enters the living room. You were sat on the kitchen counter eating fruits while the large television played a nostalgic show.

“Loki, you’re back!” You grin. A smile you will forever greet him with everytime he comes back unscathed.

“Of course. I have a gift to present my divine goddess.” Loki motioned to his hand. A pink paper bag he had held tightly was now waving at your face. An excited ‘Oh’ formed at your lips as you grab whatever is inside. A soft texture arrives at your touch as you take it out. It was a fluffy textured box usually containing rings.

“Loki…” You began, “I told you, I dont need THIS many gifts! You’ve given more than enough!” You try to protest, but a hand to your face stopped your antics.

“Darling, I will spoil you as I please.”

“Yes but why must all of them be top-grade? Treasures that I cannot repay!” You pouted, your eyebrows pressed together.

Loki grabbed your cheek and caressed it softly. “I will only ever give you gifts worth your time, sweetheart.” Before you could exchange another sentence of no’s, the phone ringing suddenly filled the room with a repetitive chime.

Loki released his hold on you and walked further away to pick up his phone. He was speaking but it was inaudible. His facial expression created tension among his bones. Instead of wondering what they were discussing about, you instead took in Loki’s length and the extent of his obsession with coats. His pants that were worn out from battle and a dagger…

A dagger that shone gold and green, attached to his boots. The pocket being sheer enough to see through the detail of the weapon. It was by far, one of the most gorgeous daggers you’ve seen Loki owned. It’s silver hilt that had ‘LOKI’ engraved in little letters.

“(y/n)?” Your head snaps back to Loki walking to you.

“So? What do you think of the gift?” He grins, all the stress from his face faded away without a trace.

You nod, “its beautiful, of course. I love it. Thank you Loki.”

Days flew by, yet the ache in your heart would not stop bubbling. Your mind had an itch you could not satisfy, a picture popping up in your mind the moment your eyes fluttered close.

You wanted that dagger. To use something of Loki’s, something flashy yet something soft to your touch. Unfortunately, you would rather go mute than ever ask anything from him. He has simply given you way too much, things and memories you simply cannot repay.

“Somethings wrong.”

His voice snapped your train of thought. The fruits you've been cutting have taken you atleast 20 minutes already. You hum in response before feeling his arms wrap around your waist behind you. “Tell me what it is that troubles you, my sweet.”

You bit your lip. Why on earth do you even wish for that stupid dagger? Your vanity table that had trinkets and jewelry in every box and corner, your closet filled with every type of clothing all painted in your favorite colors. Why do you want something of his? Something you barely would use anyway!

“I-,” you shut your eyes tight. Unable to keep the frustration in.

“Go ahead.” Loki snuggles his face onto the crook of your neck. He tightens his grip, encouraging you to go on.

“I- um, whew, I want…I mean, Ive been wanting something.” You sigh in relief, glad you could finish your sentence.

Loki releases his hold on you, turns you so that you are met with his face. His eyebrows is raised and a grin is formed by his lips. He chuckles lightly, “You want something…” he buries himself on your shoulder. This might just be the first time you actually ask for something specific from the God of Mischief.

“I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?” He teased, yet your feelings wavered. How could he think he’s not doing his ‘job’ right when he’s actually given way too much?

A louder chuckle escapes his lips as you feel him grin against you. “I had simply meant that I hoped to give you the world.” He whispers softly, enough for you to hear.

He faces you now, grabbing you on both your shoulders. “Tell me, my sweet, sweet, lover.” He puts his point finger under your chin and tilts it slightly higher. “What is it that you wish for?”

You lowered your head realizing how ridiculous your next words will sound, wanting such a simple thing yet asking for it sheepishly. “…dagger.”

Loki’s eyes lit up. He raises his hand and suddenly something shone brightly from it, he had summoned the exact dagger you wanted.

“Im glad it caught your eye. Its a special design you see, something unique from all the others.” He grabs your hand and places the dagger inside of it just before kissing your fingers.

“Remember, everything I have is yours and soon enough, I will have, the nine realms.” You nod as you clutched his new gift.

“Thank you, it truly is magnificent.”

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neil-gaiman · 1 year

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Was rewatching the first episode of The Sandman and when Dream is on the floor when he’s first captured he’s just….so pale.

In interviews and things, even in other parts of the show, Tom Sturridge seems to be a relatively normal color for a human who contains blood.

So I was wondering if you know to what extent that’s lighting, or color correction in post, or Tom being slathered head to toe in makeup and the best setting powder money can buy, or just all the other actors in that scene being tanner enough that with the dark floor he looks really pale because he’s the lightest thing in the room.

Thanks!

I think it was chilly there. And Tom had been body sculpting for months, and had very little in the way of surplus body fat. It was one of the first scenes to be shot (all the naked Tom stuff was, so he could get back to eating much more sensibly). I saw the dailies when it was shot, and his body was that colour then, it wasn't artificially lightened in the grade.

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Bloody Legend Part 10

✦- Author's Note:This is a flashback of Alastor's life just bits and pieces everything is not canon this is just head canons, I have and a little bit of information from Alastor's wikis from his life from when he was alive so we the readers are reading the files with Mammon. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✦- Word Count: 3992

✦- Warning Story Contains: Murdering, Gun usage, blood, death of Alastor, and death of the reader.

✦- Story Parts: Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four, Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight , & Part Nine

Colorful drawings were displaced on the wall, posters that screamed learned, and some classroom rules. The woman sat there in the chair as she looked around. She looked towards the window and smiled seeing her son around on the playground with his best friend (Name) as her best friend watched her child and Alastor. Her attention was turned away when the door opened as the teacher stepped in. “ Sorry, I had to heat up my coffee before we talk about Alastor. “ The teacher said, walking towards his desk and sat down. “ It’s fine, Alastor seems to be out there having fun with (Name). “ The woman said, smiling. “ Ah, yes Alastor and (Name) are close; they even sit together in class. Whenever the other isn’t in class that day, they would move away from the other students even play by themselves at recess. Now Mrs. Hartfelt, Alastor is a bright kid, top of the class actually he’s reading books at a level that a child doesn’t really read at. His homework is always neat and even sometimes adds on extra things to questions. Whenever he’s called on to answer a question he has the answer. “ The teacher said, opening the folder and showing Alastor’s work. Mrs. Hartfelt took the papers in her hand and looked at them smiling. “ My son has always been a bright man, I always give him a book or a record for his birthday. He loves music, he’s even a good dancer when I take him to birthday parties. He always knows how to entertain others. “ Mrs. Hartfelt set down the papers. “ But you said, this is important? “ Mrs. Hartfelt sat up. The teacher took a sip of his coffee and looked towards the window seeing Alastor pushing (Name) on the swing set. “ Yes, you see me and Alastor’s other teachers think that your son would benefit if we placed him in advanced class, sure some of the kids won’t be his age but he’ll skip a lot of grades and even have a lot of paths open up to him, possibly even have an amazing job in the future! “ The teacher said, smiling.

But then he frowned. “ But when we talked to Alastor about it, he said can (Name) come along, we told him no and when he asked why. We told him that (Name) isn’t on the same level of learning as him. I can’t go into detail on (Name’s) learning skills. I’ll have to discuss that with (Name)’s mother when she steps in. But Alastor refuses to go into the advanced classes. “ The teacher said. “ Then he won’t go. “ Mrs. Hartfelt said, smiling. “ What? “ The teacher set down his mug. “ He won’t go, if he doesn’t want to go then he doesn’t have to, I won’t force my son out of his comfort zone, and like you said. Him and (Name) are best friends. “ Mrs. Hartfelt stood up, grabbing her purse. The teacher stood up. “ But Mrs.Hartfelt surely some higher education is more important than some friendship, friendships usually don’t last this long, those two could eventually stop being friends, an education is more important than some silly childhood friendship! “ The teacher said, standing in from of Mrs. Hartfelt.

“ This is the happiest Alastor has been since me and his father went our separate ways. Ever since (Name) and their mother moved in next door. I never saw Alastor so happy to get out of bed and be more vocal. You said, Alastor is a smart child. I’m sure he’ll have no trouble getting a job when he reaches adulthood, besides he already told me he wants to be on the radio. I'm buying him one for his birthday next week. I appreciate what you and the other teachers are trying to do for my son, but he will be alright. “ Mrs. Hartfelt pushed past the teacher and left the classroom. The teacher stood there and turned towards the window, seeing Mrs. Hartfelt walked up to Alastor, (Name), and Angela. Mrs.Hartfelt leaned down and hugged Alastor, rubbing his back. Alastor looked towards the window staring at the teacher. Something about that stare sent chills down the teacher’s back. He turned away and shook his head. Maybe Alastor would make something of himself without needing a higher education.

(Name) sat by the lake staring at the water, sweating dripping off of them. “ Sorry, I’m late. My mother wanted me to help her fix the busted radio so that she could be out in the garden listening to music and tending to her flowers. “ Alastor said. “ It’s fine, are you ready to go in? “ (Name) stood up smiling, as they removed their clothes and jumped into the water. Alastor took his time removing his attire and gently set his glasses down somewhere so that they wouldn't break or get scratched up. He jumped into the water with (Name) as the two began swimming around. The cool water felt since on this hot summer day. They even planned to get ice cream after this. “ Graduation is right around the corner. “ (Name) said, looking up at the blue sky. “ After graduation I was promised by this radio company that I could work there as an intern. They said if I do a good job that soon I could do the weather and once I work my way up from there, I can talk about the news and play sweet tunes. “ Alastor said, grinning. “ What about you (Name), what will you be doing after graduation? “ Alastor said. “ Well, mom's business is getting better and better. So I promised her that I would help by singing and telling jokes. I was already doing some singing there and few customers liked it… but… “ (Name) trailed off and looked away hugging themselves. Alastor looked at them. “ But what, is something the matter dear? “ Alastor looked into (Name’s) eyes. “ I don’t like how some of the customers look at me, like they are undressing me with their eyes. I an accident with one person who saw me leaving to go into my car and they were talking about wanting to duet with me and then asking personal questions about my love life, I guess they saw me trying to get into my car cause my discomfort because they grabbed my wrist and wouldn’t let go until pushed them and got in quickly, They banged on my window and I drove off I was startled that I didn’t eat dinner. Now I have to deal with this. “ (Name) pulled their arm from the water and showed their bruised wrist.

Alastor’s eyes darken as he gently grabbed (Name’s) and examined the bruise. “ How did this creep look? “ Alastor kept looking at (Name’s) wrist. He listened to (Name’s) describe the person. Once they were done Alastor smiled. “ Well let’s hope that creep doesn’t bother you anymore, now let’s swim and then go get some ice cream because I’m buying. “ Alastor splashed (Name) as (Name) screamed and splashed Alastor back. Once the two stopped swimming, they sat down and dried off by laying on the rocks, the hot sun wasn’t as bad as earlier. “ You know I never seen you date or get all giddy around someone, Alastor. “ (Name) said, enjoying the warmth of the sun. “ I’m not sure, I don’t really like people that way. I feel like I’ll be fine without romance, my grandma thought you and I were dating but I told her that you are just a friend. “ Alastor chuckled. “ I know that I’ll be fine without romance even sex doesn’t pique my interest. It’s just something I’m not interested in or see the point of. “ Alastor chuckled. “ What about you? “ Alastor said, looking towards (Name). “ I do want to get married one day, but I haven’t found the right person. I don’t think the person I’m looking for is even on earth. “ (Name) said. “ Are you looking for an alien? Because that would be a nice match for how weird you are. “ Alastor laughed. “ Hey! You’re weird too! “ (Name) playfully shoved him. “ But maybe one day, I’ll get married. “ (Name) smiled. “ If you do then they better treat you right or else I’ll have to step in. “ Alastor said, he stood up and offered his hand to (Name). “ Now let’s go get dressed and get some ice cream, probably a burger from that new diner. “ Alastor said. (Name) smiled and took Alastor’s hand the two teens got dressed and walked away holding hands while laughing and joking with each other.

Alastor stood there looking through the records as the fireplace crackled. “ You have such terrible taste in music… “ He muttered underneath his breath. “But I’ll take this one… “ He clicked his tongue and pulled out the record. He turned and looked down at the dead body. “ I told you to keep your dog out of my yard and you decided, still let that mutt do his business all over it… “ Alastor pulled his ax from the body. “ And he was surely a bad guard dog too so it was easy to swing at him first. “ Alastor grinned widely. “ Now I would love to stay and chat more but I promised my spouse that I would pick them up from work. Alastor stepped over the body and walked towards the back door, he gave it one last look. “ I can’t wait to review your death tomorrow… “ Alastor walked away. He was careful to leave the home as it was raining. He got into the car and had his ax wrapped up in the back seat. He drove back home and got out of the car. Stepping inside he was met with a wonderful smell. “ (Name)? Something smells good. “ Alastor looked and saw (Name) standing in the doorway. “ I just finished making dinner. “ (Name) walked over and looked up Alastor. They licked their thumb and wiped the blood from Alastor’s cheek. “ What’s for dinner? “ Alastor took off his glasses and followed (Name) into the kitchen. “ Mrs. Anderson, you left the note at the Anderson house right? “ (Name) turned around and asked. “ Yes, I also took this from their home, we can dance to it after dinner. “ Alastor reached into his bag and pulled out the record. “ Ohh, I can’t wait to dance with you, let’s go eat. “ (Name) stepped towards the dining room. “ Now we don’t have to worry about the Anderson’s and their dog ruining our lawn. “ Alastor rolled his eyes. “ We gave them a chance but I guess things had to be done the hard way. “ (Name) said, cutting into their steak and eating it.

Alastor smirked and took a bite of the steak. “ Mrs. Anderson tastes delicious, you are getting better at making people taste delicious and getting rid of evidence with me. “ Alastor ate more of the steak. “ I learned from the best. “ (Name) sipped their wine. “ I planned to teach you more but let’s just eat and then dance. “ Alastor looked back down at his food and ate. After a while when dinner was finished. (Name) stood in front of Alastor. “ Now this record is kinda fast so I hope you can keep up with me. “ Alastor chuckled and turned around. Setting up the record. The music began to play in the air, Alastor turned around and offered his hand. “ May, I have this dance. “ Alastor smiled widely. “ You may. “ (Name) softly said, with a sweet smile on their lips. The two of them danced, enjoying the sweet moment they were making. “ I like to believe that we have the best friendship in history, a friendship dressed up like a marriage. Listen I didn’t just marry you to cover up my murders or to disguise myself as a loving husband. But because this feels nice, I got to marry my best friend who makes me happy, the person who never judged my weird behavior from childhood, and stayed by myself from the good to the bad, thank you for that (Name). “ Alastor said, pulling them close and looking into their eyes. “ Of course, until death do us part. “ (Name) continued to dance with Alastor. “ Who knows, maybe death won’t do us apart, maybe we will meet in another life. “ Alastor said. He stopped dancing. “ We should get ready for bed, we both have work tomorrow. “ Alastor, he walked over and stopped the record player. “ Can’t wait to pick up our radio from the shop. “ Alastor burned out the fireplace as (Name) turned off the lights in the kitchen. “ Me too, I missed laying on the couch, bundled up in a blanket with a cup of tea and with a nice book. “ (Name) sighed happily. “ I still need to finish the book that you got me. “ (Name) turned towards Alastor. “ Remember that I’m using it first. I have some victims I need to cut up before giving the pieces to your mother for her shop. She is making a special sandwich next week since the cold summer is coming. “ Alastor took off his shoes. “ Speaking of my mother, she wants to come stay with us for a while. “ (Name) said. “ Of course, that would be fine. “ Alastor stared up at the picture of his mother above the fireplace and sighed. (Name) walked over and began massaging Alastor’s shoulders. “ I know you miss her, I miss her too. She was a wonderful woman and always sacrificed a lot to take care of you. I’m sure she would be proud of how far you have come. “ (Name) laid their head on Alastor’s back.

“ Thank you, (Name)... “ Alastor had a sorrowful smile. “ I’m going to head on up to bed, I’ll make us breakfast in the morning. “ Alastor placed a kiss on (Name’s) forehead and walked away upstairs to his bedroom. He stepped into his bedroom and switched on the lights. He took off his bowtie and set it aside along with his glasses. He snatched up his pajamas from the closet and took a shower, sweet humming from the bathroom. After his shower, he stepped out and dried off, slipping into his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and heard the door close from down the hall; probably (Name) getting ready for bed. If people found the perfect married couple with the most beautiful garden slept in separate bedrooms. People would find it strange but good thing no one would know the truth about this marriage. Alastor got into bed and picked up his book. He enjoyed reading about voodoo and the history of it. He laid back against his pillow, adjusting it a bit as he continued to read.

He eventually grew tired after a couple of minutes of reading. He placed his bookmark on the page and closed the book, setting it down on his nightstand. He reached over and turned off the lamp; he turned over on his side. “ Goodnight Alastor! “ (Name) yelled from down the hall before the lights in the hallway went off. Alastor smiled and mumbled softly. “ Goodnight dearest. “ Alastor said, before falling asleep.

Summer had come around and Alastor was ready for hunting season, it was the perfect time for accidents to happen~ Alastor stared at the bags in the car and turned back towards (Name). “ I’ll be back in a few days. I promise that I’ll be safe. “ Alastor said. “ You have the first aid kit right? “ (Name) said while fixing Alastor’s bowtie. “ Dearest for the fifth time. Yes I have the first aid kit and yes I have plenty of food and water, also yes I have the map of the forest. Now I have to go. It's a long drive. “ Alastor smiled. “ When I return we can celebrate. “ Alastor got into the car and pulled out of the driveway. (Name) smiled and stood there waving goodbye then walked inside. Alastor couldn’t wait for this hunting trip, he had so much planned and once it was over he could go home to see (Name). Alastor drove down the road, he already knew how he would kill half these hunters. Many things could be said about their deaths, some could even go missing. Wild animal attacks, accidentally shooting yourself, or falling off the cliffs. Alastor was giddy with joy of all the ideas that were filling his mind. After a couple of hours of driving he arrived at the camping site and picked an area to set up in. He pitched his tent and made sure everything was organized. “ Hey there camper! “ A voice called out. Alastor looked over and saw a medium sized man with red hair and a scruffy beard. He seemed jolly as he held his hunting rifle. “ Hello. “ Alastor greeted him with a grin but that grin faded when Alastor heard a bark and looked down to see two bloodhounds. The man followed Alastor’s look. “ Oh! Don’t worry Bitsy and Bitty are harmless unless you're an animal I’m hunting. “ The man boomed with laughter. “ The name is Thomas. “ Thomas offered his hand. “ … Alastor. “ Alastor shook the man’s hand.

“ Is this your first time hunting Alastor? “ Thomas asked as the dogs sniffed Alastor. Alastor did his best not to express his discomfort. “ Yes, but I’m an expert. “ Alastor said, smiling. “ Well then maybe we could hunt together. I moved out here recently and my wife thinks it’s a good idea if I make some hunting buddies, so I’m out here hunting for a week before I head back home. “ Thomas said. “ So what do you say Alastor, how about we hunt tomorrow? I’m sure you’re tired from the drive up here and having to set everything up, I must say you are kinda scrawny for a hunter but I’m sure you know how to use a gun. “ Thomas said, playfully punching Alastor in the arm while laughing. Alastor mustard up a fake laughter. “ Yes, hunting tomorrow sounds fine… “ Alastor said. “ Great! Here is where I’m camping.” Thomas showed Alastor on the map where he would be set up at. “ Bitsy and Bitty let’s go girls! “ Thomas yelled for his dogs. Who followed Thomas he walked off, once he was out of sight, Alastor’s smile dropped. “ He goes first… “ Alastor just had to do something about the dogs. Not only did Alastor have a plan for the hunters he wanted to kill but their dogs too. Alastor walked back to the car and pulled out a bag of wrapped meat. Alastor would strike tonight and could wash up in the lake. Alastor sat in his tent reviewing his plan on Thomas. When night had finally hit Alastor was ready, he looked at the time it was 10:00 pm. Thomas and anyone else in the area should be asleep. Alastor got ready and headed out.

He remembered where Thomas said he would be. Alastor looked over and saw the two dogs asleep. He pulled out the meat from the bag and threw it. The Bitsy and Bitty sniffed the air and went to go find the meat. Alastor chuckled and walked over. He quietly unzipped the tent that caused Thomas to wake up, his vision adjusting as the moonlight poured down on him and Alastor. The moonlight created a glistening reflection of the sharpened edges. “ A-Alastor, what are you doing?! “ Thomas tried to back away. “ Hunting! I couldn’t wait until tomorrow~ “ Alastor held the ax with a tight grip. Thomas screamed for help. “ Smile~ “ Alastor said, in a chilling voice. Before he could end Thomas' life. Alastor screamed and dropped the ax. He looked down seeing Bitsy had bit his leg. He backed away and tried shaking the dog off. The other dog Bitty jumped on him and bit down on his shoulder. Alastor continued to scream as the dogs attacked him and tore at his clothes. Alastor did his best to fight away the dogs. His hands, parts of his body covered in bloody bites. He was so busy trying to fight off the dogs, that he didn’t notice Thomas grabbing the hunting rifle. Alastor grabbed a broken stick and stabbed one of the Bitsy in the eye and Bitty in the neck. The two yelped and backed away.sat up and Alastor. Quickly. He heard a click and he snapped up but before he could realize what happened. BOOM! Alastor’s life flashed before his eyes. He sees his childhood, teenage years, adulthood, and (Name). The memories flooded in like a movie. He had no regrets. Alastor’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Thomas held the rifle breathing heavily, he didn’t know what to say but it was over now.

(Name) placed some flowers and looked down at the grave. “ Alastor… “ (Name) didn’t want to cry, they couldn’t. They had already cried for days. They wished that he hadn’t gone on that hunting trip and maybe they would still be alive. (Name) felt a hand on their shoulder and looked over at their mother, the rain pouring down on them both. “ Come on honey, let’s go home. He wouldn’t want you to be out in the rain like this. “ Angela said. (Name) looked back down at Alastor’s grave before looking at their mother and nodding their head. They followed their mother back to the car. (Name) was dropped back off at home and waved goodbye. They walked inside and closed the door, sighing, hanging up their coat. “ Time to make Alastor’s birthday dinner… “ (Name) walked into the kitchen and grabbed on the ingredients they needed. They stood there chopping up vegetables as the radio played some music. A small crash made (Name) jump. They set down the knife and walked into the living room. Seeing that a picture fell off the wall. (Name) sighed and was careful picking up the picture. They looked at it. A picture of Alastor on their wedding day. (Name) set the picture down and cleaned up the glass. They walked back into the kitchen and noticed the knife was gone. (Name) tilted their head. They knew that they set the knife down right on top of the counter. (Name) turned around but was met with a sharp pain. They gasped and stared at the face of a crazed person. “ Now I can finally have you, now that he's gone… “ The person said. (Name) looked down trembling seeing the knife stuck in them. “ But I can’t have you struggling or trying to escape like last time, so I promise to take care of your body! “ The stalker said. (Name) pulled themself off the knife and fell back onto the floor, holding their wound and scooting back. The person raised the knife. “ I’ll take good care of you~ “ The stalker said. Screaming could be heard from the house, but by the time the police arrived it was too late. All they found was blood all over the floor. Angela cried as she yelled at one of the officer’s outside. “ You have to find my child! Please! “ Angela sobbed. The police never found (Name) so they were assumed dead. They were giving a grave stone next to Alastor, until death do us part.

Mammon had finished off a bottle of alcohol and looked at both files. He had finished reading them, his head spinning from what he had read. “ So the marriage was a cover up…” Mammon flipped through the files and reread some sections. “ (Name) was a bloody cannibal just like him! “ Mammon found that part a bit hot but also now he knew about both Alastor (Name). Mammon pushed the files aside. “ The idiot died from a hunting accident and my poor (Name) was murdered by a stalker… The police didn’t find their body. “ That part made Mammon a bit sad and disturbed. If that Stalker is in Hell, he would make them pay. Mammon stepped out of his office and looked at the maid who was watering the plants. “ Tell the driver to bring the limo out front, I’m going to go visit (Name). “ Mammon said. He was going to talk with them about this.

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rafecameronsgun · 3 months

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Rafe bullies you since 9th grade,but he never took it far until now. Its your last year of school. He literally destroyed ur school days. For example when he locked you in the dressing room before PE,or when he grabbed your tits in front of everyone and told you to wear push up-bras.He made you anxious, not being able to look at anyone because they all just laugh at you and think you are ridiculous because of all the gossip Rafe told them about you.

You and Rafe both got kicked off Mrs Grace’s math lesson because of arguing and making a show.

DARK!Rafe

-Why can't you finally get off of me?-the sea of emotions burst out of you when you both stepped out into the corridor.

Rafe makes a bored face at your whining and then grabs your hand and drags you to the empty dining hall not far from the abandoned classroom.

- Listen to me! - he pushes you and you fall to the ground. His middle parted hair hangs loosely in his eyes as he bends down to talk to you.

-You are nothing, just an ugly bitch with whom I can play as I please, take everything I do to you or try to fight back and see what happens.

You push yourself up on the ground into a sitting position. You close your eyes and speak with a trembling voice.

-What do I have to do for you to finally leave me alone?

Rafe laughs.

-Oh, I don't think there's anything you can do to make me leave you alone. Your pathetic existence revolves around people like me and I'm just bored to play with you for as long as I want.

You place yourself on your knee and it is extremely pathetic that you are about to beg for him.

- Please, please, I can't go home one more time and cry myself to sleep because you embarrass me all day! I leave school every morning with anxiety, I don't want to spend the last year of school like this!

Rafe laughs loudly at your dramatic speech and his blue eyes darken as he unbuttons his khaki pants with a dark smirk.

- If you suck me well enough, maybe I'll let go of you.

You swallow and even though you knew that Rafe Cameron is evil incarnate, that he can do anything just to have power over someone, but you didn't think that he could really go that far. Since you're already on your knees, you don't have much to do except to take his huge cock.

Desire and passion tower in dark colors in his beautiful blue eyes. He smooths your hair back with his big, strong hands and grabs it in a ponytail.

- Do what I asked, you dirty Pogue!

You close your eyes and force yourself to move forward. You've never done this to anyone before, so you're disgusted by the strange smell that hits your nose. You open your mouth as if you're about to eat and take the red tip first. You taste it, suck it, which makes Rafe moan quietly.

-Enough teasing, now suck it!-he grits between his teeth

You push your mouth forward, only until it is not uncomfortable. When you feel him filling your mouth completely, you pull back a little, but Rafe grabs your hair and pulls your head back to look up at him.

- You are not pleasing yourself,you are pleasing me!

And with one movement he swings his hips forward and pushes his cock down your throat and when tears start to form in your eyes, he stops. For another 5 seconds

he won't let you go until the first tear rolls down your face and then he' pulls it out.

He groans and tugs at your hair, pulling you up from the ground.

-You're an useless little bitch-he hisses as he presses your face against one of the dining tables. He pulls off your short skirt along with your panties and spreads your legs with his knees. One of his hands firmly presses your face to the table and the other lands on your ass with a loud snap. You shudder and shiver from the sudden impact. Then he do it again and again. You feel awfully pathetic for enjoying this, your pussy wet. You moan loud from the last slap, because it hits your pussy straight. Rafe laughs darkly and with a sudden movement he enters your body. You grunt and youre glad that he doesn't see how my eyes roll 360 degrees.

-Damn it!-he giggles as he begins to pick up a rhythm. Your legs are so far apart that you can't even close because of Rafe's body pressing into your cunt, his dick touches that certain sweet spot in you. You scream, your walls tighten around him and his fingers gently start to play with your clit to please you even more.

-Rafe!-you gasp-I can't take it...too much!-you almost cry from the excessive dose of released endorphins and dopamine.

-ENOUGH!

Rafe smirks and thrusts all the way in, not moving his hips as his dick is fully inside you,filling you.His hand starts to circle your clit faster, until your legs are shaking. Now you're really crying and you can't hold it in any longer, you're moaning around his dick accompanied by a huge scream.

-Take it, take it, you little whore...-Rafe groans as he chases his orgasm. After a few seconds, he pulls it out and squirts it on your lower back. The hot liquid flows down your ass. He slaps both of your ass cheeks one last time and pulls up his pants. His cum drying on your skin as you are still here,trying to catch your breath.

-You're a filthy pogue slut, don't expect me to give the luxury of respecting you. - he says in a hoarse voice.

Before I can react, the principal's voice comes from the school radio.

-Mr. Cameron and Mrs. (your name) come to the office immediately!

Oh, what trouble you've gotten yourself into!

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jazzylovegood · 3 months

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HAIKYUU HEADCANONS 1

Keiji Akaashi

Thanks to TikTok I learnt that Akaashi is canon to be one weird ass motherfucka, so….

- Definitely talks to himself. He mutters to himself all the time, no matter who he is around or what he is doing. Sometimes it would be on accident, he would be thinking and then just say it out loud.

“Was it the frog or toad that killed him?” -Akaashi

“….What?” -Konoha

“It was definitely the frog, the toad would never.” -Akaashi

- Listens to music you would not expect him to.

”Hey, Akaashi what you listening to? -Bokuto

”Nothing much.” -Akaashi

Bokuto puts his ear up to Akaashi’s headphones and just hears Cluster by fuckin Slipknot.

- Mr. Keiji “I cannot stop cracking my bones” Akaashi

Even in silence he will just randomly decide to crack something. Knee, fingers, hand, toes, head, elbow. He will be cracking it. Helps him concentrate.

- I would like to remind you that Akaashi is everything but shy, he is very blunt and sassy when he is speaking, and he definitely stays that way for everyone. Is not the type to hold back or change his personality when meeting someone new. (Which we saw in the show). Him and Kenma are not the same. There is a difference between chill and shy.

- You know you are one of his close friends when he remembers everything you tell him. Your shoe size, blood type, your favorite food as a kid, your 5th favorite color, even what you named your pet rock in 1st grade. You mention it once to him and he will remember because to him that is what could make him a great friend.

- He actually does write stuff in his notes app. His notes app is his most used app every week. 10 hours at least. He writes EVERY THOUGHT in there. For example, during the day when he thinks about food, he would like to eat for dinner he writes it down. As a reminder. Even though he has amazing memory, he does this to make sure his past self is happy.

- Watches tv in dad pose. Arms are entire crossed or on his hips. He will read the synopsis of the show and say he was not interested in it and then would be standing there watching. As The Gods Will for example.

- Makes eye contact. Wants you to feel heard and he wants to see the changes in your facial expressions (If you are like me, you have A LOT of those). That is why I think he is pulled towards people like Bokuto, loud and genuine people. He is also pulled towards great storytellers, people who use their hands when they are talking and/or voices for people involved. Always have that evidence on lockdown. He would love to see the receipts.

- Wears weird ass shirts. I am talking “a picture of pants on a shirt” type shit. World's greatest grandpa, I am just a girl, and would have shirts with his friend's names on it, in a pun way. “Danny stops! Do not poke your toes!” Get it. Bokuto. Poke your toes (I am kinda sorry).

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TIKTOK MENTIONS

“Sometimes he'll think of a line from a vid he watched a week ago and repeat it for hours.” -four ☆

“Does not smell like anything. not his shampoo, not even sweat, he doesn't have a smell at all.” -monira 💌

“Y’all know those little rubber band bracelets that made shapes? yea, he has a whole collection of them in a jar” -kai 🎸🦕

“If he had any piercings, he would constantly be playing with it touching them” -coors_lightt

Other HEADCANONS: Daichi,

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Orbiting: pt.2,5°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [drabble; idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining]

A/N: Just something cute and fluffy to introduce how Jungkook and Y/N started out their friendship. I’m honestly surprised and thankful that a lot of people read Orbiting and loved it. I’m currently working on another part of the fic and I hope it gets just as much as love as the previous parts. That being said, I hope you also enjoy reading this drabble.

Jungkook kept to himself. He truly enjoyed hanging out by himself. While his peers played in the sandbox playground during recess, he headed to the gardens and watched the bugs that littered the bushes.

Yet somehow, his interest warranted the boys in his grade to tease him, and the girls avoided him.

He didn't mind it and was just glad they never got physical. Plus, he got what he wanted: to be left alone.

It was during one of your school programs that he met you.

Like clockwork, Jungkook headed to the gardens and was surprised to find someone beat him to his spot by the Azalea bushes. You were hunched over, and he could see your tiny finger softly shoving what seemed to be a tiny red shell. It's a dead bug, he thinks.

Before he could even turn back and return to his classroom and eat his snack in peace, you turned around and smiled. "This bug's playing dead, look," you say with another soft push to the bug.

Still shy but definitely curious, Jungkook walks a little bit closer to where you squat. You cheerily hummed as you struggled to pick up the tiny bug. But determined as ever, you pinched the insect until a faint crunch was heard.

A toothy grin still on your face, you brought your hand closer to Jungkook to show him the bug. "How long do you think until it wakes up?" Still on mute, Jungkook looks at the bug and then at you, "I think it's already dead," he murmurs. "No, it's not," you protest. "Ladybugs like to pretend they're dead so predators will leave them alone."

He didn't dare tell you otherwise when he saw you frown.

That evening, Jungkook asked his brother, who then told him to look it up in the encyclopedia, if ladybugs indeed played dead to ward off other bad bugs.

He spent an hour reading about ladybugs and memorized three facts to recite to you the next day.

But he never did see you.

He learned later that you belonged in another class and were good friends with everyone, which made it a bit daunting for him to approach you.

He still recited the ladybug facts to himself on his way to school and back home.

The next time he saw you was on a rainy day, his first day back in school as a fourth grader.

You had your hair in pigtails, and colorful butterfly clamps adorned them. You were designated to sit next to him, and you hummed while you sat. Jungkook faced you and spouted the three facts he had etched on his brain.

"Oh, I knew that," a soft laugh of amusement followed your words. "Did you know that not all spiders make webs?" At this, Jungkook just blinked. He wanted to say something but knew nothing about spiders. He knew better than to doubt you, though. So, he just nods, his choppy bangs covering even more of his doe eyes.

You smile. "I saw a spider on the bush near the sandbox earlier. If you have a raincoat, you can come with me later."

Dimples popped out from the quiet boy's cheek as he gulped, prompting you to poke his cheeks. "Hey, you have dimples. How cute."

Your hands were cold, a contrast to the warming face of Jungkook as he blushed. He didn't know why, but he felt his heart beat as quickly as the pitter-patter of the rain. He wonders if he's getting sick. And while he usually used every opportunity to be sent home, he didn't want to miss school or not be able to see the spiders with you.

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I'm Not Okay

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!PlusSized!Reader

Warnings: Mention of bullying, plus sized reader, afab reader, angst then fluff

Words: 1.8k

Being away from Dean was a feat in and of itself. But this case was especially hard since he was gone longer than usual.

Usually, he’s gone for maybe a couple weeks on cases, tough ones maybe a few weeks. But this one is going on two months. It made you worried and stressed, even though he called as often as he could to talk about your days or to have you investigate something. And when you were stressed and worried, you tend to eat more often along with binging shows to distract you from your thoughts.

Finally, Dean called you one day. “Hey baby, we’re on our way back to the bunker. We’ll be there in a few days.” You could basically hear the giddy grin in his voice as he spoke to you.

Your face broke out into a giant smile. “Yeah? I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you so much!” You did a small wiggle in excitement at the thought of finally seeing your man after so long.

He chuckled and sighed in contentment. “I can’t wait to see you either, baby. Although I think you missed your own personal body heater” He teased you.

You giggled. “How’d you know?” You teased right back.

You heard Sam in the background, and you frowned a little as Dean yelled back at him. “Alight, baby. I gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright, love. Be careful... both of you!”

“We will. I love you, sweetheart!” He said before a rustling came from the phone.

“I love you tooooo!” Sam sang into the phone making you laugh. You listened to them fight with laughs falling from your lips.

Finally, Dean took back the phone. “Alight, baby. See you in a couple of days.”

You spoke through laughs. “Alright, babe. Love you.”

After hanging up, you went back to watching a show on Netflix that had caught your attention for a couple of hours before getting up to cook something for supper.

Once finished, you watched one more episode before getting up to take a shower and get ready for bed.

Walking into the bathroom, you put on a playlist on your phone to listen to while you shower as you got undressed.

Looking up into the mirror, you paused.

Your brow frowned as you looked at your body. Is your stomach sagging more? Do your stretch marks on your breasts look more prominent? Have those scars always been that color?

You gave a deep frown as you dragged your hands over your stomach, feeling the soft skin and sucking in your tummy while pressing the tissue into your body. Your hands went from feeling your stomach to your love handles and grabbing at them.

Biting the inside of your lip, your hands made their way to your breasts. Holding the heavy tissue, you tried to push them up.

You sighed and turned to turn the shower on and stopped as you saw the cellulite on the sides of your thighs and some on your ass cheeks. Your jaw clenched as the self-consciousness grew in your mind.

You hurriedly got into the shower and tried to let the music and sound of water drown out the intrusive thoughts.

You had always been on the heavier side, and you had always been a little self-conscious of your body. Especially, when you were younger, and your mother would always make these little passive aggressive comments about losing weight. And when kids in your grade would pick on you for developing earlier than others. After high school, you worked on yourself. You only worked out enough so that you were healthy and then when you use to hunt like the brothers you were in shape enough to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

You met the brothers on a hunt way before finding the bunker. You hunted alongside them for years, and somewhere along the way you and Dean fell in love.

At first, you weren’t going to act on it. But Dean did. Dean loved your body and worshipped you when you finally got together. He showed you love that no one had ever shown you before.

He didn’t give a fuck about anything. He enjoyed what enjoyed. And you tried to mimic that in your life.

And it seems those doubts were coming back.

When you got out of the shower, you avoided looking into the fogged-up mirror as you dried off as much as you could before putting on your underwear.

Now you walked into the room, forgoing the shorts and tank top you were originally going to wear to bed, you dug through your dresser for some baggy sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

You curled up in bed and silent tears welled up in your eyes before you cried yourself to sleep.

The next two days carried on the same. You ate less though, and you were binge watching more shows to distract yourself from your mind.

Dean could tell something was wrong when he called you both days to check on you. You were giving him small answers and when he asked what was wrong, you just told him you felt like you were coming down with something.

The day that the boys got back, he definitely knew something was wrong when you didn’t come greet him at the entrance like you usually do.

He raised an eyebrow before looking over at Sam, who also looked confused at the missing piece. Dean sighed, “I’ll go look for her.” Sam nodded and followed down into the map area. Sam headed towards his room and Dean headed to your shared room first.

Dean walked in and paused as he found you lying in bed with your back facing the door. His brow frowned in concern as he let his bag drop down by the door and shut the door behind him. You softly flinched at the sound of the bag dropping, but you didn’t look over as you seemed to curl up even further into a ball on the bed.

Dean quietly walked over to the bed and sat on the side and put his hand on your side. “Baby?... What’s going on, huh?”

You were silent as tears fell from the corners of your eyes down onto the pillow. You didn’t want to answer him. You didn’t want to speak, and you were afraid if you did, he would agree with you.

He stared at you and then moved to take his boots off along with his flannel. He slowly moved to get under the covers with you. His hand slowly rubbed your back for a moment before moving to wrap around your waist to pull you close to him, but you tensed. He paused and grew more concerned. He let his hand rest of your waist and just rubbed up and down your side.

“Baby... what happened while we were away?” He whispered into the room. Just being cautious of the tension in your body.

You were still for a moment.

You shook your head.

Dean stared at the back of your head. It was silent as he let you stew in your head for a few minutes more.

“Baby girl, can you please tell me what is bothering you? At least try to. I wanna help, but I have to know what’s going on.” He told you as he scooched closer to you. You didn’t tense up this time, but you were still contemplating if you wanted to tell him why you were stuck in your head.

There was a lull in silence before you spoke up, your voice was raspy from the nonuse of that day. “I gained weight...”

He frowned and stared at the back of your head. Dean couldn’t tell from all the layers on top of you.

“So? You’re still my baby-”

“Dean. My stomach looks so saggy and uneven that I feel ugly. My stretch marks are more prominent again... my hips look weirdly shaped, and I feel like... like I’m just so ugly.” You cut him off as you ranted for a moment. “I hate the way I look. I can’t look in the mirror without feeling disgusted with myself. I don’t know why you stay with me. I don’t know what you see in me.”

Dean’s eyes watered up slightly as he listened to you. He swiftly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you as close as he could to his chest with his other arm going underneath you to full encase you in his arms.

“Y/N... I know what I say won’t help all the way, but I get it... but I love you. Whether you are four hundred pounds or however you weight now, or if you were as skinny as a twig. I love you because you except me for how I am. I never got that from my dad. You make everything seem worth it. You make the tough days feel like they are worth it. You make all this bullshit we deal with on a daily basis, feel like we are making a difference in the world. The shit we do, is a thankless job but we do it anyway and you always tell me that I’m doing my best whether it was finding like the tiniest detail on a job or if it’s saving someone’s life. You make me feel so important... and I can never express everything I feel for you in words, but this is a start. You are beautiful no matter what. You just... You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

More tears spilled down your face as you listened to Dean talk. His voice cracking every now and then from the pure emotion in his voice. His arms were enclosing you to him, if not he felt like you might disappear on him.

“So, what if you have a more pronounced stomach or you have stretch marks or if your body is purple or if you looked like Jabba the Hutt. You are everything to me, Y/N. You are beautiful and perfect for me.”

You went to move to turn around and face him and he let you lose for a moment to do that but then gripped you tightly to himself again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your forehead to his. You were still crying but because of his words and how your heart and mind felt lightened a little bit from the emotion that poured from his rant. His eyes were still watery and shined from the tears that didn’t fall but you still saw the love for you in them.

Every inch of your body was against his, with your legs intertwined together. Your fingers dug into his hair, and you just stared at him for a solid second.

You took in a ragged breath before whispering out. “I can’t promise that I’ll be okay right away... Thank you, baby. I love you so much...”

He sighed out a ragged breath too before reaching forward and kissing you lightly on your lips.

It was going to take a while for you to be alright but with Dean by your side... You think you can get to be okay with yourself.

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