#And they'd make it so hard to be oblivious lmao.

[phoenixcatch7]

Bit of a shame I left hp before I entered svsss because one of my favourite tropes at the time was 'dumbledore calls in External Support from different fandom during ootp and they show up to grimmauld to help (and utterly upstage everyone in the process)'.

And needless to say Sqq, at any point, would have been perfect.

Like. He's a teacher too. A scholar. Secretly from the modern world so he'd have no trouble with its intricate and mysterious workings, incidentally making himself look very cool and competent in the process. He'd have So Many Opinions. He'd incite bloody war with umbridge. He'd project his feelings for sj onto Snape with a side of commiseration for his role and fate. He'd mostly pretend to know so much less about hp than he actually does (which, hilariously, he canonically name drops in svsss, AND his system is pretty heavily implied to have previously worked in, like wow). He'd be constantly comparing Harry with lbh. He'd have a running internal dialogue bemoaning the world building, the characters, Harry's fate, the general decision making process, maybe some death of the author. Geeking out about magic. Raiding the library whenever he's free.

He might bring his students as part of an exchange, he might bring a fellow peak lord if it was a serious mission (liushen anyone?) he could bring adult lbh. Maybe sqh? Or sqh could be the messenger with the system and/or mbj.

A self aware character who couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try to change Harry's fate whether or not he actually likes the kid? He could canon that divergence before you could say horcrux. That kind, oblivious, smoking hot exotic teacher who had people ruining their lives for him in a world that was used to people that pretty and also hated him specifically?? The hogwarts students wouldn't stand a CHANCE.

Man the scenes are coming to me so strongly I almost want to write it just as a like. Satire piece or something. Just Sqq ripping everything to shreds, accidentally or not. Diatribes on the author biases. Unintentional themes. Iffy world building choices. Nothing new, but through the lens of svsss' Sqq it'd be something for sure XD.

[alsofoundinpeas]

The View from Here

Summary: After a few chance encounters, Spencer finds himself developing a crush on Y/N. When he discovers she lives across from him, he spends countless hours admiring her from a distance, too nervous to make the first move. But when her package is mistakenly delivered to his door, it sparks the beginning of something more than just a crush and stolen glances through the window.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. This could be considered dubcon (Spencer watches reader through her window but doesn't realize that she actually wants him to) so please be aware of that! Masturbation (both m and f). Use of a sex toy/penetrative use of a sex toy (f!receiving). Perv!Spencer (he means well truly, but alas he is a man) but also a hint of Perv!Reader (since she's intentionally doing things to grab his attention?? I'm not quite sure how to label that I'm sorry!!) Themes of voyeurism/exhibitionism (they both watch each other get off). Sub!Spencer (gotta squint for it now but it'll be more prevalent in part two). Both fluffy and smutty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: This was started to fill a request for sub!Spencer but I got carried away forgive me LMAO but part two is almost complete and will be out soon :') I wrote this with season two Reid in mind before the writers (further) traumatized the absolute fuck out of him. This is a bit different from my usual writing, so I truly hope you guys enjoy it! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 I truly do appreciate each and every single one of you and the feedback I get from you guys, I promise :') <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)

The door slammed behind him as Spencer stormed into his apartment, tossing his satchel onto the couch with an angry groan. The stress of work had been wearing him down for weeks, but today had pushed him over the edge.

He’d just wrapped up the reports for their latest case and was on his way to deliver them to Hotch when an oblivious agent from the sex crimes unit collided with him. The force sent the cup of scalding coffee in her hands flying, drenching him and his case files. Instead of responding to her blubbered apologies, he had just stomped off to the bathroom to clean himself and calm down. Not only was it painful and humiliating, but it also destroyed all of his hard work. Work he'd now have to redo tomorrow.

Spencer exhaled sharply, fingers raking through his hair as he trudged toward the bedroom. All he wanted was to strip off his coffee-stained clothes and lose himself in the pages of his new book, anything to escape the tension of the day. Once inside, he moved to close the curtains but stopped short, his eyes landing on something unexpected just before he pulled them shut. His body went rigid, his heart racing as an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. He blinked, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

There, in the apartment directly across from his bedroom window, was Y/N.

Spencer had bumped into her a handful of times—their first meeting happening at the library just down the street when they'd both reached for the same book, then a few chance encounters after that at his favorite coffee shop, and the most recent interaction being one of the most mortifying moments of his life.

He’d stumbled over the sidewalk on his way to work, and he’d never wanted to disappear into the ground more than in that moment. But she had been there, her smile warm and gracious as she helped him gather the scattered books and case files that had spilled from his satchel, her kindness leaving him flustered and breathless. He’d been captivated by her the first time they met, but it was that moment that truly cemented his fascination with her.

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat when he realized how wrong it was to be watching her through her bedroom window. But despite the guilt creeping in, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. It was as if he were under some kind of spell, captivated by the sight of her spinning around her room, carefree and radiant.

She wore a loose t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder and the tiniest pair of shorts he’d ever seen, completely at ease in her own space. She held something in her hand, singing into it like a microphone, completely lost in the music. Spencer didn’t realize when it happened, but a smile tugged at his lips, the stress of the day forgotten as he watched her. Her joy was so genuine and infectious that it pulled at him in ways he hadn’t expected, leaving him momentarily breathless.

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N twirled around, singing as she faced her window. Spencer released a startled yelp, frantically yanking the curtains shut before she could catch him staring. His heart raced in his chest as he dared a quick peek through the fabric, anxious to see if she had noticed. Thankfully, she seemed oblivious, still happily dancing around her room, unaware of his presence.

"Oh my God," Spencer muttered, a wave of relief washing over him as he realized he hadn’t been caught staring like a complete weirdo at the woman he’d developed a crush on, despite having barely exchanged five sentences with her.

He was sure she didn't even remember his name. Why would she? All he'd managed to do during their brief interactions (besides busting his ass on the concrete the one time) was stutter out barely audible attempts at conversation before hastily retreating, his face scarlet and slacks uncomfortably tight.

Spencer had assumed Y/N lived nearby, but he hadn’t realized she was this close.

The day's weight melted away as Spencer peeled off his work clothes and slipped into his pajamas. He grabbed his book from the nightstand and sank back into his pillows, propping himself up against the headboard. But as he tried to focus on the pages, the image of Y/N dancing in her room kept invading his thoughts. His mind refused to settle, consumed with ideas of how he might run into her again now that he knew that not only was she just a building away—she was right across from him.

As the weeks passed, Spencer’s routine began to mirror Y/N’s more and more as he grew increasingly familiar with her schedule.

He began waking up earlier, noticing that she typically left her apartment an hour before he needed to head to work. With the extra time, Spencer found himself watching her with quiet awe each morning while she got ready, fascinated by how the soft light from the window seemed to illuminate her features as she did her hair and makeup. He also started visiting his favorite coffee shop daily instead of just once a week, hoping for a chance encounter before his workday began.

Night after night Spencer found his gaze inevitably drawn to her window, the soft glow of her bedroom lighting luring him in like a moth to a flame. He would trace her movements, pretending to read his book as it shielded his face, should he need to feign innocence. Something was alluring about her, even in the simplest moments—whether she was folding laundry or typing away on her computer, she was impossible to look away from.

Spencer couldn’t shake his curiosity about Y/N’s habit of leaving her curtains open.

Did she know he could see her? Was it intentional? Their apartments, situated at the ends of the buildings on the top floors, offered a level of privacy that made him feel certain (or at least, he desperately hoped) that no one else could be watching. Perhaps she’d noticed his frequent absences and simply stopped caring about keeping them shut.

The first case away from D.C. after Spencer learned Y/N was so close was more difficult than he expected. As he lay awake in his hotel room, his thoughts kept drifting to her, and the longing grew with each passing hour. He missed her. The only thing driving him was the need to finish the case quickly so he could return to the familiar comfort of his bed, where he could silently admire her from a distance.

The longer he thought about her, the tighter his boxers got. Spencer huffed out a pitiful whine, his hands clenching and unclenching beside himself as he tried to fight his shameful thoughts. This wasn't the first time he'd had these thoughts about her since meeting her, no. But it is the first time he's had the mental image of her undressing to go along with his fantasies.

The first time it happened, Spencer had all but thrown himself off his bed in his haste to close his curtains. His heart had pounded so hard his chest ached as he'd squeezed his eyes shut, willing the sight of her raising her shirt over her head and tossing it carelessly to the ground out of his mind. The second time, he took a little more time to slink over to his window and draw his curtains, his pulse racing at the sight of her bare back and the smallest glimpse of lacy panties as she began to shimmy out of her pants. The third time, he had crouched by his window, peeking out despite having pulled his curtains closed, and watched as she stripped completely before heading into her conjoined bathroom.

That was the first and (so far) only time he'd touched himself to what he'd seen.

The moment her bathroom door had clicked shut, Spencer sprang to his feet and hurried into his own bathroom, tearing his clothes off before stepping underneath the stream of hot water. One of his palms smacked the wall while his other hand frantically pumped his aching cock, whimpers and groans flowing freely from his lips as he imagined Y/N's hand around him instead of his own. It didn't take long for him to spill into his hand, and unfortunately, it took even less time for the guilt to slam into him at the realization of what he'd done.

After that night, Spencer had vowed to himself that he wouldn't let it happen again, knowing just how inherently wrong it was to jerk off to the sight of his neighbor (the woman he secretly admired) getting undressed when she had no idea she had even been watched.

But tonight, alone and frustrated in his hotel room, he was struggling to stick to that vow.

After another hour of tossing and turning in bed, Spencer released a resigned sigh. "Just this once," he murmured to himself, swallowing hard. He let his hand slip underneath the waistband of his boxers to push them down his thighs before spitting in his palm, hissing at the contact as his hand wrapped around his arousal. His eyes fluttered shut as his imagination began to take over, his hand slowly increasing its pace as images of Y/N and her lacy panties raced through his mind.

Spencer's mouth hung open as his thumb swiped over the swollen tip of his cock, a bead of precum oozing out and aiding his movements. He pictured her hovering above him, her gaze teasing as she stroked him faster and faster. He imagined how she'd sound as she talked him through it, her sweet voice luring him closer and closer to the edge. His hips bucked into his hand as his climax took hold of him, a choked moan of Y/N's name ripping its way from his throat as he painted his heaving chest with his cum.

With shaky hands, he cleaned himself, still dizzy from the aftershocks of his orgasm. After wiping himself off, he collapsed onto the bed, surrendering to the exhaustion that weighed him down. That night, his dreams were filled with Y/N—her radiant smile, her captivating voice, and the tenderness in her eyes whenever they met his. When he woke the next morning, breathless and murmuring her name, he realized he was in deep.

What Spencer didn’t know was that Y/N had known exactly what she was doing all along.

From the moment she reached for the same book as him—an act carefully planned to give her an excuse to talk to him—she’d been captivated by the stuttering genius. New to the neighborhood, she had noticed him a few times before finally gathering the courage to make her move. All it took was his flustered "Oh! I-I’m so sorry, here—" paired with furrowed brows and those wide, innocent eyes, and she was utterly entranced.

When Y/N discovered that Spencer lived right across from her, it felt like she’d hit the jackpot.

After their previous encounters, she’d quickly noticed the effect she had on him, and from that moment, she devised a plan to capture his attention. She began with subtle moves, leaving her curtains open one night so he’d realize she was the one across from him. She chose an outfit she was sure would draw his gaze, and when he nearly ripped his curtain rod off the wall, convinced she’d caught him looking, she knew she’d succeeded.

When Y/N noticed he was waking up earlier, watching her get ready with curious eyes over what he clearly thought was a cleverly placed book (which, in reality, did nothing to hide his attention), she decided it was time to raise the stakes.

The first time she undressed with the curtains open, she sank to her knees cackling at how quickly Spencer had scrambled out of bed to shut his own. The second time, she relished in how he hesitated before shutting his curtains so he could catch a glimpse of her lacy panties (ones she’d chosen with him in mind), but it still wasn't enough. By the third time, she was done teasing. She’d stripped down completely bare in her room, grinning smugly as she turned to walk into her bathroom because she’d seen Spencer not-so-subtly peeking through his curtains.

When Spencer still didn’t make a move after that, Y/N decided she was done waiting.

With him away on a case for the past three days, she saw the perfect opportunity to set her new plan in motion. After work one evening, she made her way to his building, quickly locating his apartment number—a detail that, to her surprise, matched hers. Smiling to herself, she placed her order and waited for him to return, ready for the next phase of her plan to unfold.

After nearly twelve grueling days away, Spencer finally returned late Friday night, aching for the comfort of home—and, more importantly, the sight of Y/N. Exhausted, he stumbled up the stairs to his apartment, eager to collapse into bed and wake up to her face rather than the grim case photos that had dominated his thoughts. His eyes half-lidded with fatigue, he fumbled with the key, unlocking the door before shoving it open.

“Oh! What the-“

Spencer cursed under his breath as he stumbled, his eyes dropping to the package at his feet. Frowning, he bent down slowly to inspect it. He hadn’t ordered anything, and there was no reason to expect anything from his mom. So... what was this?

The package was a light pink, medium-sized bag. Spencer nudged it onto its other side to check the sender, and his breath caught. It was addressed to Y/N, though she’d written the wrong number in the street address, causing it to end up at his door. He instantly recognized the name of the online boutique, having (unfortunately) heard Emily, JJ, and Penelope brazenly talk about ordering sex toys and such from this place.

What could Y/N have possibly ordered from there?

Spencer was wide awake now, his pulse quickening as he grabbed the package, slammed the door shut, and locked it. He carried it into the kitchen, turning on the light as he went. There was no way he’d open it—he knew that would be both illegal and downright creepy. But his curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn’t resist running his hands over the package, trying to guess what was inside.

His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully handled the package, giving it a slight squeeze. He could feel the soft outline of fabric inside a smaller plastic bag, his mind spinning with possibilities about what kind of set Y/N might have ordered. A small, involuntary gasp escaped him as his fingers brushed against something hard, separately wrapped from the lingerie. Was that… a dildo? Vibrator, maybe?

A quick glance at the clock told him it was far too late to return her package now. He swallowed, setting the bag down on the table with a mental note to take it to her first thing in the morning. He had the weekend off, and he knew she didn’t work weekends, so it wouldn't be a problem bringing it over. The only problem was going to be looking her in the eyes without turning into a complete mess.

Spencer rushed to his room, his excitement growing as he headed to bed, knowing he’d finally see Y/N tomorrow—in person, not just through her window.

The morning arrived quicker than he had expected, but for the first time, he was happy to hear his alarm. It was 9:30 a.m., giving him enough time to shower and get dressed before making the short walk to Y/N's apartment. More importantly, it would give her a chance to wake up before he just showed up at her door with her package in hand and rambling like a nervous mess.

Spencer’s nerves began to take over as he finished his shower and started getting dressed, his hands trembling as he pulled on his sweater. The last time they'd spoken was when he'd all but face-planted into concrete in front of her and then practically bolted off once she'd helped him gather his things (after a lengthy, awkward apology of course). What if she thought he was a freak?

Before he could talk himself out of it, Spencer took a deep breath, grabbed the package, summoned the last of his courage, and walked out the door.

A hesitant knock at her front door had Y/N grinning smugly as she rose from the couch and headed toward the door. She’d been waiting for this since she’d seen Spencer’s light come on late the night before. Her package was finally here.

The door opened to reveal a nervous Spencer, his eyes lighting up when they landed on her. He instinctively adjusted his glasses, his nose twitching as a small, shy smile appeared on his face.

"Spencer! Hey! What brings you by?" Y/N beamed, stepping aside to let him in. She had to suppress a giggle at her innocent act—she knew exactly why he was here.

Spencer blinked in surprise, both at her invitation and the fact that she remembered his name, pausing briefly before stepping into her apartment. His gaze wandered around, taking in the cozy surroundings with quiet admiration. When he realized she was waiting for him to speak, he cleared his throat, his face flushing as he held up the package.

"I, uh… I just wanted to return this," Spencer stammered, his words tripping over each other. "You had one number wrong on the street address, and, funny enough, we have the same apartment number, so it ended up at my door. I thought the least I could do was bring it over, especially after you helped me when I… well, fell." He offered a shy smile, his nerves still running rampant.

Y/N accepted the package with a smile, her fingers brushing lightly against his before he quickly pulled his hand back. "I could’ve sworn I got the address right this time," she said with a teasing laugh. "You’d think after a few months here I’d have it down by now, I'm sorry."

Spencer quickly shook his head, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart and the lingering sensation of her touch as he waved it off. "You don’t need to apologize, Y/N. It happens," he said sincerely, his fingers nervously twisting the ends of his sleeves now that the package was no longer in his hands. "Honestly, I wouldn’t mind bringing your mail by anytime. I just hate the thought of it sitting at my door or in my mailbox while I’m away," he chuckled, his eyes crinkling as he gave her a warm smile.

"Well, aren't you quite the gentleman?"

Y/N placed the package on her coffee table and then headed toward the kitchen, gesturing for Spencer to follow. He blushed profusely, swallowing hard as he willed away the dirty thoughts that were caused by that simple comment before trailing after her. She turned to look at him over her shoulder as she reached into her cabinet for two mugs, smirking to herself as she noticed him quickly avert his gaze from where it had landed on her ass.

Y/N placed the mugs on the counter, then turned to Spencer with a genuine smile. "Thanks for bringing it to me instead of just sending it back like most people would," she said. "How about a cup of coffee as a small token of my appreciation?"

Spencer nodded, thanking her as she fixed them both a cup. She raised an eyebrow, watching him add enough sugar to send a horse into cardiac arrest, but she kept quiet. Once they’d both prepared their cups to their liking, they headed back to the living room, Y/N sitting close enough that Spencer could feel the warmth of her body radiating toward him.

"So... did you take a peek inside of it?"

Spencer coughed violently, choking on the sip he’d just taken, his face turning a deep shade of scarlet as he frantically shook his head. Y/N’s expression shifted to concern as she patted his back, gently rubbing in soothing circles to help him catch his breath.

"What? N-no, I would never! That's literally illegal and so invasive—" Spencer sputtered, his eyes wide as he stared at her, clearly taken aback.

Y/N's brows furrowed briefly before she erupted into laughter, her head tilting back as she laughed loudly. Leaning in, she rested a hand on his thigh, her tone softening. "Spencer, sweetheart, I was just joking," she said, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.

He relaxed immediately, fighting the urge to lean into her touch as her hand lingered on his leg. "Thanks for that," Spencer said with a playful roll of his eyes. "Just what I needed this morning—choking on my drink and desperately hoping you knew the Heimlich maneuver." His cheeks were still flushed, a mix of embarrassment from her teasing and the aftereffects of his coughing fit.

After a pot of coffee and hours of conversation, Spencer left with a grin so wide his cheeks ached and Y/N’s number saved in his phone "just in case any more of her mail ended up at his door." He silently thanked whatever force had kept him from backing out earlier that day, grateful for the time he’d gotten to spend with her because of it. He’d found himself falling even harder for her, already yearning for her company despite having just left her place.

That night, as Spencer climbed into bed, something caught his eye from his window. He frowned in confusion as he noticed Y/N’s curtains were open even though they’d been closed just an hour ago. He’d assumed she’d already gone to bed, but apparently, he was mistaken.

He craned his neck, searching for her. She wasn’t in her room, as she usually was when the curtains were open. Where could she be? His jaw nearly hit the floor when she finally appeared, his eyes widening in awe at the sight of her.

Y/N walked into her room from the bathroom, wearing the most stunning lingerie set Spencer had ever seen. The lilac fabric complemented her skin in a way that had him almost drooling on himself, and the thin lace left little to the imagination (though he'd already seen what was underneath it once before and knew exactly how incredibly sexy her body was bare). The sight had his cock stiffening in his boxers, and his teeth dug into his lower lip in anticipation as he watched her.

Spencer nearly toppled out of bed as he watched her crouch down to grab her torn-open package, her hand reaching inside to pull out a light-blue rabbit vibrator. He knew he should get up, close the curtains, look away—do something. But he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Instead, he watched in an almost trance-like state as Y/N crawled onto her bed, swallowing hard as she settled back against her pillows. His hand wandered down his body, palming at his erection over his boxers as a whimper slipped from his lips while he watched her legs spread slowly open, propped up and giving him the perfect view of her clothed pussy. He felt overwhelming guilt, especially after the morning they'd shared, but he was powerless against the pull she had on him.

The close proximity of the buildings had always annoyed Spencer, the narrow space between them so tight he swore he could reach out and touch the other building if he tried. But now, he couldn’t have been more grateful. His bed was on the opposite side of the room that Y/N’s was, leaving her perfectly positioned for him to see her from his spot.

Y/N dragged the tip of the vibrator up and down her inner thigh, teasing herself as the fabric of the lace dampened with her arousal. Her head lolled back against the pillows, and her chest rose and fell with a sigh as she finally placed the vibrator against her clit through her panties. Her back arched at the touch, and her lips opened around a moan he desperately wanted to hear.

Spencer considered himself a sane man (for the most part). But he had never been more tempted in his life to leap through a window than he was right now. If it meant landing in her room so he could at least have the chance to beg for a taste of her, he'd happily do it.

His hand halted its movement, instead moving to his waistband so he could wriggle out of the constricting fabric. He kicked his boxers to the floor like they'd scorned him before his hand wrapped around his cock once more. He leaned forward, letting saliva dribble from his lips to coat himself before stroking himself slowly, teasing himself the way Y/N was right across from him in her room.

When Y/N dipped the vibrator into her panties, Spencer's breath hitched in his throat. He watched in rapt fascination as she paused her movements, her free hand shoving the lace down her thighs before she continued. With the fabric now out of the way, Y/N began to run the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit, collecting her arousal and spreading it around before she slowly eased the toy into herself.

An obscene moan ripped its way from Spencer's throat at the sight, and his hand sped up while his eyes struggled to stay open. He watched through hooded lids as she began to fuck herself in earnest now, her hips rocking into the toy and her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she brought herself to the edge. Spencer whimpered as his body began to writhe against his sheets, sparks of pleasure zinging up and down his spine as he worked himself toward his climax.

All it took to send him over the edge was the sight of Y/N's legs thrashing as she came around the toy, a sight that left him both so aroused he couldn't breathe and so jealous of a toy he debated just how truly sane he considered himself to be after this. With a swipe of his thumb over his flushed head, Spencer came in spurts across his tummy, his hand pumping gently through the aftershocks until he was trembling and gasping Y/N's name like it was a mantra.

Once Spencer could finally open his eyes, he looked over at Y/N's window and saw she was no longer in bed, the soft light spilling from under her bathroom door the only sign of where she was. He rolled out of his bed to indulge in what was now becoming a routine walk of shame to his bathroom to clean himself off, his head spinning from what he'd just seen. He knew the shame of his actions would catch up with him in the morning, but for now, exhaustion and elation kept him from caring.

Spencer stumbled back into his room, half-asleep and ready to crash when his phone buzzed. Crawling into bed, he reached for it, curious about who would be contacting him at this hour. His heart stuttered in his chest, eyes widening in shock as he read the message on the screen.

Glad to see that you enjoyed the show, sweetheart. Next time, just come over. <3

Continued A/N's: AHHH I truly hope you guys enjoyed that! The next part gets FILTHYYYY and I can't wait to finish it hahahaaaa. Please let me know what you think because I'm thinking of doing more in the future that would be similar but of course I want to make content you guys will actually enjoy as well <3

REMINDER: I do not give permission for my work to be re-uploaded to any other platforms (c.ai, Tiktok, ao3, etc.) under any circumstances. If you'd like to translate my work, then please just ask me before doing so. I know it sounds whiny, but I (as well as many other fanfic writers) spend so much time on these and it's genuinely not okay to take credit for work that isn't yours. It's insulting and completely unnecessary. If I do see my work uploaded anywhere without explicit permission, I WILL say something.

[muzzlemouths]

Spoilers for chap 3 ask:

Oh this chapter was great, it had me sitting on the edge of my seat! I love the expansion of the other characters so it doesn't necessarily feel like 'well they were a bitch so they must die' (except Chet. He had it coming). Makes them feel real. And the 'slash' part of slasher all the more thrilling. That small glimmer of Dolly surprised me

I loved all these scenes. Sun being aware while Dolly was chatting with us. Reader having the puzzle pieces- and knowing they go together, but not connecting them yet. Sus Sun radar. The farewell pun...The freezer and the promise that definitely wont be broken. The tension in the bathroom-

I have thoughts but for now take these memes

And Sun in the fishing scene:

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE THE MEME MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I STARTED COUGHING.

I'm so so so happy to hear that you're enjoying the fic, and the counselor's especially! Though every character was built on/around a specific horror trope, I still wanted them to feel relatable, and multifaceted. A character without nuance isn't a character that I'll want to keep alive, which takes the thrill out of a thriller, for me, so I've written each of them to be someone who (eventually) is worth keeping around to the end. Save for Chet, of course. Fuck Chet.

On the topic of Y/N having the puzzle pieces right in front of them… please know that I am constantly having to write them just a little more dense than the average person might be (again, leaning into a common horror trope, here) otherwise they'd have figured it out right from chapter one. It's been difficult to maintain the delicate balance between Final Girl cleverness and First Victim obliviousness.

That said, Sun's entire Fish On a Hook monologue going right over their head was almost painful to write, lmao.

[libraryofloveletters]

chapter three: the eyes never lie

Chalres Leclerc x Fem!Reader + Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nerves, guilty feelings, charles is a bit oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend is out here like that, inconsistent race schedules sorry, carlos is ignoring/not feeling the guilt, mentions of cheating, a few cheeky comments from carlos, tension, lingering looks, flirting, the use of 'slut' in a derogatory way.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: sorry for the wait besties! hopefully y'all are into this as much as I am lmao

Call My Name Masterlist

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The nerves were racking you and you can't help but feel guilty about your actions.

Your darling boyfriend Charles seems to notice your nerves, but chalked it up to nothing more than nerves over your upcoming exams. It was more than that; it was the fact that you had left him with a good intention of going home and somehow ended up in the bed of his teammate.

There's a bit of a break between the races in Monaco and Monza, you and Charles spent the majority of the break in Monaco, relaxing and unwinding - at least Charles was.

It's eating away at you, swallowing you whole every time you look at your boyfriend. You felt guilty just thinking about Carlos, let alone when Charles brings him up - you push away the thoughts, shutting the conversation down.

You love Charles or at least that's what you keep telling yourself.

Forcing yourself to think that you were in love with him and in some ways you were, but you knew that it was never going to be the same way it was with Carlos.

Now, if it was love you felt for Carlos? You weren't sure.

All you knew was that Charles never - in the 7 months you've been together - ever made you feel the way that Carlos did.

Days to Monza turned into hours and into seconds; now, there you are, at the home of Ferrari with your boyfriend. You find yourself, surrounded by Charles and Carlos, their faces plastered everywhere, the crowds chanting their names; you can't escape either of them.

It wasn't Charles you wanted to escape, but Carlos.

He was everywhere you didn't want him to be.

It was easy to pretend with Charles after a while. You ignored everything Carlos related, you and Charles lived in a harmonious little bubble without a thing in the world to bother you. Now that you've left, it was hard - so hard. Every single second you had a gut wrenching feeling that you'd be caught. That someone, somewhere, would know what you and Carlos did in Monaco.

They'd find out that you weren't a loving girlfriend but instead a cheating slut.

While you were battling your moral conscience every day, Carlos seemed perfectly fine.

You never understood how he managed to go on with his days as if you two hadn't done anything wrong. It was wrong, so fucking wrong but god, did it feel good. The guilt was eating you alive, you needed to talk to Carlos - you didn't need to be around him, you really should stay away but you needed to get this off your chest.

Charles was in the media pen and you had maybe half an hour before he came back. So you took that as your chance to go speak to his teammate.

Finding your way to his driver's room, you knock on the door. You were expecting Carlos, not Rupert. "Hey, y/n." The ginger smiles, "everything okay ?"

Rupert wasn't expecting you, his brows furrowed as he sees you peek behind him. "Is Carlos here? I uh.. I need to speak to him."

"He had to grab something from his car, he'll be back in a few."

"Oh," you nod, "I'll come back."

"No no, that's okay. You can come in and wait for him, he'll be back in a few and I have to go prep his stuff for quali anyways."

"You're sure?" You asked, hesitantly stepping into the room.

"Absolutely," Rupert steps to the side, letting you make yourself comfortable before shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

You sit by yourself for a while, taking in the surroundings. You had never actually been in his driver's room - you had no reason to be in there. There's a Spain flag hanging on the wall, a few family photos here and there, a terrifying comparison photo of him and his father; something of nightmares but to each their own. The pillow behind you had the Spain flag printed on it, your finger traced over the patterns when the door opens.

"You're not Rupert," the voice calls, shutting the door behind them. Setting the pillow down, you look up to see Carlos. "Would you like me to call him back?" You asked, standing up before you fixed the pillow.

Carlos smiled, shaking his head. "No."

"And why not?"

"Rupert won't kiss me the way you do," he admits, making you roll your eyes. As much as you wanted to scream and fight, he was so charming and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

"If you paid him enough, I'm sure he'd probably kiss you."

Carlos took a step towards you, his hand resting on your lower back. "Still won't be as good as you."

You give him a soft shove, creating some space between the two of you. "Do you not feel guilty, Carlos?"

"Guilty?" His brows furrow, the faintest of head tilts as he looks at you. "What for?"

You scoff; you're not sure if you're more mad at yourself or at him for not knowing what you meant. "Monaco." You say quietly, eyes fixed on him.

Carlos shrugs, sitting on the little couch in his room. You turn to face the man, his eyes wandering up and down your body. "Stop that." You say, rolling your eyes yet again.

"Need I remind you that I'm not the one in a relationship?" His arms crossed as he looked at you.

"So it's all on me?"

He hums, shrugging. "Could have walked out that night, y/n. You didn't have to stay and you definitely didn't have to do that thing with your-"

"Stop." You cut him off, pointing a finger at him. Carlos smirks, pursing his lips as he clears his throat.

"You texted me, you kissed me, Carlos."

"You didn't have to come, y/n. You didn't have to kiss me back, I wasn't holding you hostage."

"Might as well have been."

"Oh please, you loved it." He smiles, raising his eyebrows. You scoff, unable to believe the nonsense you were hearing from the man. "Fuck you, Carlos."

He leans back, his arms behind his head. "You sure did, y/n."

You groan, unsure if you wanted to punch him, strangle him or suffocate him with his stupid Spain throw pillow but instead, chose to walk out of his room; just as you did, you bump into one person that shouldn't have seen you up there.

"You okay, babe?" Charles's hands rest on your arms, steadying you after you bump into him. You smile, nodding. "I was just coming to look for you."

He notices Carlos's door open, the Spanish driver watching the two of you. "What were you looking for me for?" Charles asks, his arm over your shoulder as his glance moves from his teammate back to you.

"My sunglasses are in your room." You smiled, leaning into your boyfriend.

"Were you just with Carlos?" Charles asks, curiosity getting the best of him. You nod, "I just walked up with him, I was waiting for you to come up so we were just chatting."

"Yeah," Carlos pipes up from his room, smiling at the couple; y/n's a quick thinker, he thinks to himself - that'll come in handy.

You look at Carlos, the man locking eyes with you and you look away but his eyes stay fixed on you. Something about the way he looked at you rubbed Charles the wrong way and being the good boyfriend he was, notices the uncomfortableness of the situation.

"Did you get your sunglasses, love?" He asks, walking you towards his driver's room. "No, the door was locked." You tell him, "Andrea must have locked it."

Charles nods, towards his door before unlocking it for you. "Go on," he lets you walk in, shutting the door behind you two.

The two drivers' rooms shared a wall between them, everything could be heard, there was essentially no privacy when it came to them. Carlos could hear when Charles asked if you were okay. You tell him you're fine, Carlos is certain you've got your signature reassuring smile on your face as you tell him you're okay.

He hears the door open and shut again, the footsteps approaching his driver's room. It's Charles, "meeting starts in 15 in the garage," his teammate tells him, leaning on the doorframe.

Carlos nods, glancing at the woman behind him. "I'll be there."

The Monegasque driver nods, reaching for his girlfriend's hand, the two of you interlocking fingers as you make your way to the stairs. Carlos gets up, walking over to the doorway and leaning on the doorframe as he watches you make your way down; red skirt bouncing with each step, your sunglasses pushed into your hair - no one would ever think that you were anything other than Charles' loving girlfriend.

Carlos knew you were so much more than that.

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No matter how much you tried, how you tossed and turned, sleep would not come. Charles was already in dreamland, his arm over your waist as he snored quietly.

Usually, it'd put you to sleep - even if you did find it annoying at first but now, it's a reminder of your constant guilt.

Unable to sleep, you find yourself getting out of bed. The stirring wakes Charles and the man sitting up as you put your slippers on.

"Where are you going?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"For a walk. I have a headache so I just want some fresh air." You turn to face him and he nods. "Do you want some company?"

You smile but shake your head, "it's okay, babe. Stay and sleep, I'll be back in 20 minutes."

Charles smiles, laying back down. "Be safe," he mumbles, eyes already closed. His hand reached out for you, something he did when you left before he did - the different time zones he travelled through often left him in bed for longer than you.

You hold it, walking around the bed to his side and leaning down. Charles opens his eyes for a moment, his free hand cupping your jaw as he smiles sleepily at you.

"You're sure you'll be okay?"

You nod, "I'll be back before you know it." The man smiles, pulling you down slightly to give you a kiss. As horrible as it was, the thought crossed your mind; it didn't feel the same as Carlos. The passion wasn't there.

You pick up your room key, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind you quietly. You took the stairs, making your way outside through a back door.

You end up by the pool and you're certain no one was going to be out there, it's nearly 2am.

Much to your surprise, there was someone there.

You can't see the person just yet but you can see the figure in the pool, the outline of their body. As you walk closer to the edge, the person comes up to the surface, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

Carlos.

"Seems you keep finding me," he says, floating around.

You shrug, "just needed some fresh air, what are you doing up? Should you be getting your beauty sleep for the race tomorrow ?"

"Swimming helps me relax; Rupert is sleeping and the gym is closed so here I am." Carlos tells you, watching as you left your slippers by the table, walking over barefoot and sitting at the edge of the pool. Your legs hung down into the cold water, your face twisting in momentary displeasure before you relaxed slightly.

You always seem to be on edge these days.

He swims up to the edge, leaning on it. His tanned arms rest over the edge, water dripping off his muscles as he looks over at you. "I don't feel guilty." He says.

"I do."

"You shouldn't." He whispers and your brows furrow. "Charles isn't that great of a boyfriend."

You scoff, unable to believe his audacity. "How could you even say that?"

"If he was such a great boyfriend, if he really knew you; he'd realize something was off by now and considering that you two are still happily in love, he hadn't put two and two together."

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts; unsure if you should drown him or cuss him out but you bite your tongue and hold back the urge to drown him.

You get up, pulling yourself up from the pool. "I think I'll be going back to bed."

Carlos nods, getting out of the pool himself. You had brushed the water from your legs, putting your slippers back on.

Just as you go to walk away, Carlos grabs your hand. "You shouldn't feel guilty about something that feels right."

Again, you don't answer the man but pull your hand away instead.

"You know exactly what I mean, y/n." He calls out to you as you walk away, you stop to look back at him before you walk into the hotel, half minded to turn the lock on the door and leave him outside.

Once again, you find yourself on the stairs, walking up to the 15th floor. You stop by your room door, feeling your pockets for the key as you catch your breath.

The lock clicks when you slide the key into the slot.

Charles had his back to the door, you set your key down and took your slippers off as you made your way to bed. He feels the mattress dip as you get into bed, his arms wrapping around you before pulling you into him.

You settle into his chest, the tip of his nose brushes against your ear. His brows furrow, the man half asleep when he asks, "why do you smell like that?"

"What?" You look at him, "smell like what? I showered, you know."

He chuckles, "no, like.. the pool, chlorine."

"Oh," the image of Carlos shirtless and wet crosses your mind and you push the thought away. "Ended up by the pool when I went for my walk. There were some teenagers splashing around."

"So late?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, "I can change if you want-" "Just stay," he whispers, arms tightening around you.

The room falls quiet, Charles is snoring again and you pray that sleep comes as you close your eyes for the second time that night.

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If Michel was a girl named Michelle

So going realistically, Disney Channel I don't know if they'd be able to pull that off. It was 2018, Andi Mack existed, but like... I'm still doubting.

So now I'm just gonna go from a perspective of "the same thing essentially happens but Michel is now a girl named Michelle like they first thought he was", and ignoring if it realistically would air or not

So Michelle is welcomed with much more open arms, because she was who they expected would arrive lmao

Just like Michel in canon, Michelle would quickly show that she knows super much about Luna, having watched videos online of her. Luna is like "woaw!! that's so fun!!"

The guys all think Michelle is nice, but Matteo feels this odd... jealousy towards her. And he cannot figure out why. "She's just a girl, why do I feel jealous that she gets along with Luna?"

As Michelle starts to act distracted like Luna, her friends instead of being like "he's definitely crushing on you!" instead are like "wow! She's like your twin!"

But they do pick up some vibes soon too. Yam does the most. She discusses with Nina and Jim about it. "Hey I'm wondering if something is going on with Michelle... she seems to... like Luna in a certain way..." and the other two agree. But due to it being a girl they're like "haha but maybe she just really wants to be her friend!"

The thing is that Jim and Yam are raging lesbians but they still live in such a heteronormative world that they have this idea that "everyone else surely is straight". And Nina could not even figure out her mother was a lesbian... so all three just sit there with terrible gaydar. But they are wondering. Though, they're not as pushy as they are when it's a boy.

This just made me kinda wanna know what went down at Blake in S3. Imagine all the little school moments. Like, the drama class in S1? Do they still take it?

At one point, the boys hang out with Michelle at home, and maybe they talk about girls they find pretty. Pedro talks about Delfi, maybe they tease Simón about Ámbar, and then they ask "Hey Michelle, anyone you like?". Michelle smiles and is like "Ok, can I be honest? Don't tell anyone, but... I think Luna is kinda cute."

They boys are a bit caught off guard, but let out some chuckles.

Michelle then is like "But... I don't even know if she's... you know, if she likes girls like that? Or if she likes me... do you know?"

Matteo gets defensive and immediately is like "NO! SHE LIKES BOYS. RIGHT? RIGHT, GUYS?!"

Ámbar, who has been eavesdropping, casually walks into the room and decides to stir up drama for shits and giggles, and is like "Have you asked her that, Matteo?"

Matteo is like "no..." to which Ámbar asks how he then knows so certainly. He looks at Simón, and says "Uh, maybe you have heard something?" but Simón does not know.

So now "Operation: Try to figure out Luna's sexuality without explicitly asking her" has begun.

And it's very hard to figure it out, because Luna gives off all kinds of vibes. She doesn't really like to discuss romance when it's about herself, and often changes the subject. But since the boys can't figure it out, they start to ask Nina, Jim and Yam. They realize "oh shit we don't really know either now when we think about it", and suddenly it's everyone at Roller's business' to figure it out.

AND WE NEVER REALLY FIGURE IT OUT, IT'S LEFT VERY AMBIGUOUS. But, people start to pay close attention to who she seems to be interested in.

Luna herself feels something when Michelle talks to her, because she notices Michelle isn't acting the same with her like her other female friends. But she's just as oblivious/in denial as she is when boys are interested in her.

Their almost-kiss in 1x40 makes Luna SO confused. And I don't know if she's even gonna mention this to her friend. Or she does, and they turn the discussion if she's into girls and Luna says something like "Who cares if it's a girl or boy it still happened didn't it?"

And then Michelle confesses her feelings. And Luna reacts just like she did in canon, all stunned. Michelle assures her though, that she doesn't wanna ruin their friendship, and it's all ok. Maybe they should just forget it.

When Luna tells her friends, it's an extra layer as she's a girl, especially for Jim and Yam who are like "Ok but Luna do you think you like girls in general do you think you might be interested in girls, too? :) :) :) :)" and Luna is like "I don't know I am confused when boys are in love with me too everyone's in love with me because I'm the main character but I don't know what I want :("

Then everything that happens with Michel in canon happens, Michelle kisses her after the ice cream incident and she acts just like in canon.

And in the end, Michelle leaves like Michel left in canon, everyone's on good terms. Lutteo is still endgame or whatever.

I could imagine, if this happened, the fandom would have discussions like "Luna is actually straight and Michelle just forced her to feel stuff she didn't", "No actually Luna is a repressed lesbian", "Luna could be bi/pan actually??", "Maybe she didn't like Michelle specifically but it doesn't mean she doesn't like girls", "This was bad LGBTQ+ rep because Michelle is toxic", "I hate Michelle not because I hate gays but because it was heartbreaking seeing Matteo suffer so much :(", "Guys hear me out Luna is ace she's just not interested in romance period"

Of course, it could be a lot more to add, I'm just writing from the top of my head. And Michel being a girl named Michelle could also make a completely different story, with different events. It could that because she's a girl she's a new love interest for Matteo instead. Or they still have her be in love with Luna but they do it completely differently than what canon did with Michel.

[inferencesarchives]

Hello! I loved your other works about Dan Heng and would to request Dan Heng x male reader. Dan Heng slowly getting a crush on the reader, but he's never felt that before.

(Ah, man. He is just soooo pretty in the game and I like that he is free 4*)

Sampo & Dan Heng Crushing Headcanons

anonymous asked: Hi hello! may I request sampo and Dan heng crush headcannons? like how they would act and what they'd do when they have a crush on reader, like would they be in denial or smth like that! thank you if u took up my request, I hope you'll have a lovely day or night! ❤️

sampo & dan heng x male reader

summary: How would Sampo & Dan Heng act after they notice their feelings for you?

warnings: possibly ooc maybe idk also this is kinda short cuz i ran out of ideas lol sorry :,)

notices how he feels about you pretty quickly after he starts crushing on you.

tries to impress you as much as he possibly can. his brain just goes like "ooo hot man ooo must impress" (lmao)

you don't notice it but every time he hangs out with you his cheeks are slightly tinted pink.

tries to hang around you as much as he possibly can. just randomly pops up next to you whenever you're out and starts talking to you. (lol)

tries to flirt with you. fails because you think it's just him being him (you oblivious mf)

plans out and memorizes a whole ass speech to confess his feelings to you. also plans one of them romantic scenes from the movies to confess to you. im talking like roses spread around and candles lighting the whole area. also makes sure it's a place that nobody else knows about so that noone can bother you two while he tells you how he feels.

his confession to you is like one of those cheesy sappy romantic ones from the novels. he even offers you a rose after he's done speaking. (lmfao)

overall he tries to make you as happy as possible when he's crushing on you <33

HOO BOY. after he realizes how he feels about you he internally loses his shit.

takes him a while to notice that he feels that way about you but when he does finally notice he's like "o shit wait he's hot"

gets flustered a lot more around you and has a hard time looking you in the eye.

makes up excuses to spend more time with you. (march 7th notices this. she makes fun of him for it when you're not around.)

starts doing little things for you that he didn't before (ex. bringing you coffee, helping you with work/studies, stuff like that). you notice it eventually but decide not to comment on it.

you make him smile for the first time ever in his life ever. it's just a small smile but it's still enough to make you do a double take because TF??? HE SMILED???? AT YOUUUU??????

very shy about confessing to you because he's afraid of being rejected by you :(((

when he does finally decide to confess to you it's less of a romantic confession and more of a "pls be my boyfriend pls ily pls" (lmfao)

also his face is redder than a tomato the whole time while he's confessing lol. tries to hide it from you but fails miserably. (lmao)

overall a bit of a mess while he's crushing on you lololol

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[popdrop]

Best part of being a Guy x Velzard shipper is that next volume will have Guy setting Velzard free from Feldway control, similar to the WN version. Let’s see if Fuse does anything new to them or keeps the same way

OH GOD WAIT HOLD THE PHONE

Spoilers below~

BANGS TABLE SO FUCKING HARD

VELZARD BETTER NOT FUCKING APOLOGISE THIS TIME. I SWEAR TO GOD.

This whole situation with Velzard and Gy is SOOOO interesting cause NEITHER PARTY is willing/can to do Anything.

If Velzard were to confess, that would undermine her whole shtick, reducing her character into "Gy's love interest that just really powerful" (at least, from a surface stand point. And also people are gonna start calling fuze to be unoriginal cause IsNt ThaT wHat MaSayUKi and VElgRynd HavE? Which is. Fair.) BUT, FROM HER PERSPECTIVE, HER PRIDE IS ALSO ON THE LINE. WHAT IF GY WERE TO REJECT HER?

Actually, I think she knows he'll reject her. Hhbbggfff (if this were to happen, she'll have no reason to stay with Gy anymore. Thus, throwing the whole "Game" into imbalance. (I don't know if she actually cares about that BUT LIKE it DOES involve the Whole central world kinda problem.) There's also the fact that Velzard will Leave Gy. Which I Don't think she wants lmao)

And Gy, in all his Fuck ass glory, CANNOT help Velzard. Saying something first would Acknowledge the fact that He knows that She has feelings for him and then He has to Deal With It. Nah, no thanks.

And also the fact that they're Both immortal. If they were to get bored of eachother (which WILL happen. You can't tell me otherwise) things are gonna get awkward. Neither can Actually die and I find This particular situation funny as hell.

As much as we say that he's the embodiment of pride, he's not THAT much of an asshole. Maybe, as a demon, he likes the fact that someone like Velzard thinks of him this way.

Or maybe he's just running away from his problems. OR, FUNNIER SITUATION, HE'S JUST INCREDIBLY OBLIVIOUS. WOULDNT THAT BE HILARIOUS LMFAO

But I doubt that. He's at least 20 thousand years old. He's bored. And I really can't figure his reasonings out.

Power struggle and politics and Feelings aside, I like to imagine that they'd make one HELL of a power couple. Bless their hearts. You were dealt with such Weird cards.

[sentience-if]

okay I'm soooooo curious. If seriously interested in the MC, how would the ROs try to flirt/woo them?? I can just imagine Connie spontaneously combusting at the thought of having to do any sort of pick-up line ieoerhofer

lmao Connie would rather give Val $100 than use a pick up line. I think they'd go for the more subtle approach of making themself needed. a long con(nie). it's not even active flirting it's being helpful and protective until one day you realize actually you can't live without them. does it work? idk you tell me

klaus: same idea as Connie, but in a way that borders on pathological. he said something strange and whoops now you're thinking about it at 3 AM and that's when you've officially lost the game. now he's in ur head and you've got this weird need to impress him. RIP klaus you would have loved Pavlov

ira: fully aware of how pretty and sweet they can be and is willing to turn the charm up to 11. master of grazed hands and fleeting smiles. I can definitely see them pretending to be oblivious to what they're doing but they know. they know.

val: normally they're overt, playful, and bold with flirting- making little comments and invading personal space. but Io's a different matter entirely that makes everything wildly complicated and tbh its probably better to just see it in game 🤷

kat: I'm torn between whether she'd be completely blunt about it or draw it out in the most cryptic way possible. so probably a demented combination of both. her hard-to-get game is impeccable, especially when she keeps openly complimenting Io. God this is just klaus again isn't it

[didderd]

Hi Alex! I was wondering what the boys would do if they were trying to go out with someone who's super oblivious (or maybe just thinks that there's no possible way that someone actually has feelings for them) and they just weren't getting the hint?

*pushes up my nonexistent glasses* heheh *starts clacking away at keyboard*

(gonna kinda mimic @/wishing-stones formatting style wif these sorta asks n harness their good writing energy)

(these got... super long, so under th read more 't goes. (fkn. Tou's and Snaps' take up my whole screen each. i have no self control lmao.) also jus a heads up. Snaps' mentions ~sexual relations~ lol)

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Tic is subtle and has a hard time being straightforward. He'd built up the courage to tell them several times, over several months. Each time, pushing himself to get less subtle about it.

The first few were mixed into bad jokes. "knock knock" "who's there" "a sphinx" "a sphinx who" "a sphinx I like you". Every time, they laughed and blushed, but then assumed it was just a joke.

The last couple of times weren't even mixed into jokes, yet they still assumed he was just messing around.

This time he goes all out. He brings them somewhere beautiful, maybe under a starry sky, and after watching the stars for a bit, he grabs their hands and tells them he loves them. And when they still don't believe him, he brings them close. Inches from a kiss, and tells them he's 100% serious. He shuts them up by closing the gap before they can deny it again.

Tac has been very obviously flirting with this person for about a month, but he guesses he flirts with a lot of ppl, so it's not too farfetched to think he's just like that, so he steps up his game.

He gets more romantic with it. He gets them flowers and asks them out. (He'd asked them out a few times before, but they thought he was just being his usual flirty self. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but doesn't mean he wasn't serious.)

When they think he's just messing around again, he pulls them in with a hand on the small of their back. He assures them that he's 100% serious, and brings them into a deep kiss.

Tou is already very physically affectionate with his friends. Anything they'll allow. Holding hands, kissing their forehead/cheek, friendship cuddles. But with his best friend/crush, he always lingers longer than with the others.

He's absolutely ecstatic that they like the physical affection, but he wants more. He kisses their cheek often, and wishes he were kissing just an inch or two over, but they just don't see what his constant physical affection and lingering touches mean, so he gets more verbally affectionate.

Tbh, his verbal affection was already strong too, so this doesn't do a lot either, but he'd thought if he's now constantly calling them cute, beautiful/handsome, stunning, etc, they'd get the hint.

One day he leans into them, grabs their hand, and calls them the most attractive person he's ever met. He thinks surely they'll have to get the hint now, but they still think he's just being nice.

He gets a little frustrated and picks them up, tossing them over his shoulder, and ports into his room. (He rarely ports outside of battle training.) He sits them on his bed and sits next to them, grabbing their hand and leaning in a lot closer this time.

He kisses their hand, not breaking eye contact for a moment. He tells them he loves them, and that he's not just being friendly, and once they finally get it, he brings them into his lap for cuddles.

Snaps honestly takes a very long time himself to realize he actually wants to be with this person rather than just fuck them. Anyone else would have realized he has feelings for them far before he did.

They've been friends with benefits for months before he realizes it (with some help from his boss).

Once he's done having a crisis about having emotions he was sure didn't exist in him, he goes straight to their apartment and tests the waters.

He makes them a nice breakfast before they get up (tics not bothering him this time, as he's too focused on making it good for them). He holds their hand while they watch TV instead of holding their thigh/waist. He kisses their hand before they leave for work, and sneaks in the pet name "honey" rather than the usual "bunny" as he sees them out.

All of this, they only seemed mildly suspicious of, or flushed at and waved it off, so he gathers that he has to go further with it.

When they get back, he greets them with flowers at the door, dressed well, in a nice button-up and some dress pants. (Tho, he's still wearing his fingerless gloves.)

He leads them to the table, where he'd set up a candle lit dinner. (Food delivered from one of their favorite places, bc he wasn't confident he wouldn't mess up a fancy dinner.)

When they assume he's just buttering them up to ask if they can do something new in bed, he chuckles and assures them this isn't about sex anymore (tho he wouldn't mind that after dinner). His eye light appears, and he leans in, grabbing their hands, and he tells them he wants to be more with them, that he thinks he loves them.

[magici-if]

How do the ROs act around an MC who's just really shy romantically during the pining stage 😔😔?

(I can imagine that sort of MC trying to pursue Evander and then failing miserably because no courting experience)

damn u got evander spot on :( poor MC would just be pining after him and he wouldn't even notice 💔

heres everyones reaction (assuming the ROs also like MC) !

Martin would initially be glad MC is shy, 'cause it'd be easier for him to pretend he isn't totally into MC. With a flirty MC he'd have no chance at hiding it, he'd be trying so hard all the time to grunt or not smile at MC's comments, that he'd start avoiding them. But with shy MC, he can't even pretend to be annoyed at them, he'd just become even shyer in return. Martin and MC would just bounce off each other's awkwardness and their conversations would be reduced to a mess of "What-" "Uh-", usually ended by Martin grunting "Uhh gotta go."

Demetra always makes fun of Evander for being oblivious in love but she's the same really, specifically only when she's involved. As in, even Evander would probably be able to tell she likes MC, but she couldn't. So, with a shy MC, she'd be very endeared and either tease them to see their reactions, or do things for them to see them smile for her or get flustered. She'd just start doing anything to get reactions out of shy MC, her favourites would be whispered thank yous, awkward attempts at making conversation and smiles. She usually automatically flirts with people she's attracted to, so with shy MC it would be that except multiplied a 1000 times 'cause, according to her,

"I just think it's funny to see their reactions."

but in reality she'd get mushy all over and couldn't help but grin when she'd set her eyes on MC, though quick at hiding it.

Evander wouldn't notice MC likes them, like at all. He'd immediately think MC hates him LMAO; and that they're different around him because of that. They'd still have a soft spot for MC, but be totally clueless that it's 'cause they like MC. Evander would still like MC but no one, and I mean no one, would know, (yes not even him). Evander and Demetra get actually very close during the story, so she'd probably notice and sit down to have a conversation with Van about his feelings.

"You do realise that's literally what liking someone is like, right?"

"Oh."

And only there and then would Evander notice. Dem would also be the one to tell him about MC's feelings, 'cause those two poor souls would never end up together otherwise.

Harley would notice MC is shyer around her and first of all be completely smitten 'cause that means maybe MC likes her back after all? Then she'd just do anything in her power to get them to feel more comfortable around her. In general she'd assume MC's shyness around hers stems from not a lot of experience or low confidence on their part, so she'd try to affirm MC often. She would also subconsciously be a little quieter around MC in fear of annoying (scaring) them by being too loud or straightforward. She'd also just blush a lot around them.

Echo would definitely be happy MC is shy, she'd be emboldened and endeared by MC's personality around her. She'd try to be a little more talkative around MC and take on the responsibility of taking the first step, trying to get MC little presents such as flowers or new pens/notebooks for the Academy. She'd also just be so happy to see MC get awkward or blush around her, 'cause it's always been the other way around for her, so she'd take it as a little win. She'd also find the courage to ask Harley for tips 'cause according to Echo, anxiety fears her and she's the queen of talking to people.

Dominic would be slightly relieved MC isn't very straightforward because of the interesting nature of their relationship. It would be a lil hard for him to improve his relationship with MC because deep down he thinks their relationship won't and can't go anywhere; so a shy MC will have a harder time with that opposed to an MC who'll just follow him everywhere and constantly flirt. At the same time he'd want to spend time with MC but he'd have a hard time trying to keep their relationship hidden and/or appropriate to their roles in the show. He'd do something he shouldn't be doing, like touch MC's hand, and then he'd berate himself for it and promise himself he won't don't it again, just to soon fall in the same trap.

[synthetickitsune]

ur last gwi writing was so good n it’s what prompted this request (if u want to do it as a continuation or something you can cus i guess it could relate to the previous one but im just saying it’s what inspired my req) but gwi + fcking in secret? or trying not to get caught?

i love that everyone thirsts for gwi but tbh i get so emotional looking at him lmao

Gwi (Scholar Who Walks The Night) | Hiding smut | 0.8k | f!reader

Everything resonates here. Their approaching footsteps, their heavy breathing. You can hear it all - which means that Gwi can hear it with crystal clarity. By the sound of it, they were still pretty far off. Far enough to be oblivious to what's going on. Good. That works for you. You hear their hushed voices. You hear the fear in their words. You wonder how that makes him feel. Does he take pleasure in it like he revels in yours?

For some reason, you hope not.

You have no illusions about being special to him. Of course you're just another prey, a play thing at most, and yet you want to keep a part of him to yourself. Something that's more substantial than his lustful curiosity. Although you certainly don't mind that at all.

"Does it excite you?" his breath is heavy with the smell of blood. You've grown used to it quicker than you expected; the scent of blood surrounding him, the weight of his body against yours. Just as you got used to the shiver that runs down your spine whenever he gets close.

“Does it excite you to know they could find out?” his voice sounds amused and mocking. Like nothing brings him more pleasure than to taunt you and toy with you. You'd believe it. You want it to be true. Your eyelids flutter, you take a shaky breath as his hand squeeze your thighs.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, biting down on your lip immediately after. He likes a challenge, you've come to learn, as much as he likes obedience. That's why you've been keeping your mouth shut. He may pretend this is what he wants, but the drawbacks outnumber the benefits. If the officials knew of his willingness to keep a human woman for a company, they would bring him daughter after daughter to consider. The thought makes jealousy spark inside your chest, but it’s hard to keep its flame alight. 

Because while you keep listening for any sign of the palace officials getting closer, your vampire lord uses your body for his pleasure. His hips snap into yours, abusing your hole with force beyond that of a human. He's cold but that matters little with how heated the air between you is. You wonder if the heat of your body wrapped around his length feels as otherworldly as the iciness of him feels inside you.

You feel his hips slow to a speed that can barely be called a movement. You bite your lips hard enough to bleed, and you swear it's not so he'd kiss you. Even if it must seem so, if his quiet growl and the pointed way his fangs brush over your bitten lips are any indication. His lips are cruel and demanding against yours, smirk stretching their corners when he feels the breath hiding your silent pleas. He likes to tease. Even if it makes his actions seem coquettish rather than like he’s playing with his food.

He's hard to figure out - more so when he's offering you the pleasure of your life with his cock snug inside you, rubbing against your spot while you need to keep silent. You hear the voices get closer and your walls clench around him. If the officials weren't so close, you know he'd degrade you with filthy remarks. Perhaps you should be grateful. You feel Gwi’s breathing get ragged, a hint of a growl hidden beneath each of them. 

He knew they'd come and interrupt. You wonder what his goal was. Clearly he does not wish to be found, nor does he want to separate from you. Something about it all makes you more desperate, more reckless. You push your body against his, taking him in all the way. He snarls at you, muted and more exciting than threatening. But you've long since accepted your unnatural desire, so there's no point in refusing it for what it is. It gets him to move again, and a tear slips down your cheek.

You can hear them so clearly now, their bated breaths, how miserably they're failing to hide their presence, snooping inside the vampire’s den. If they round the corner now, they'll find you and yet Gwi never slows down in his mad pursuit of pleasure and ruin. He turns your face towards him and his tongue slides into your mouth as easily as his cock slides in and out of you. It muffles your moans further, and maybe it really can't be heard over their breathing and the dripping of water resonating through the cave, the underground palace.

Suddenly he pulls you close and still to his body, your back flush with his front. He holds you motionless, swallows with sadistic grin your weak whimpers. You are full of him, feel him stretching out your walls, forcing your body to accommodate him.

“Hush now, little one,” he murmurs, and it'd be easy to mistake the manner in which he noses along the column of your neck for affectionate, “We'll continue when they leave. I'm bored of your silence.”

[noahtally-famous]

I haven't made a tier list, like, ever bc I'm highkey worried ppl will come at me for my ships but fuck it we ball

some explanations/highlights below the cut!

emwayne = the best friends of rajbow getting together?? hell yeah (bowie and emma will always be best friends to me). wayne would help emma come into her growth while making sure she stays silly, I love them sm

I think the rest of the first-tier ships are pretty self-explanatory?? if you want me to (ramble) talk abt any of them lmk!

I thought of caleb/chase (calase? chaleb?) out of nowhere one bright sunny morning and they've been a concept in my head ever since. I find it funny that I hc the idea of caleb being this kitten lover who also works hard to get where he stands trying not to use his looks as an advantage, while chase is this laidback thrillseeker, pet-store destroyer, who would totally do stuff recklessly unlike caleb's more methodical approaches. it'd aggravate caleb so so much, like what if chase is the only person that he comes close to snapping at lmao I genuinely can talk abt them all day but I digress

ripaxel is actually interesting--I'm an axelle truther through and through but axel can be bi or pan or anything in between, y'know. plus their dynamic is kinda funny, like kickass girl x alpha-male wannabe

I adore rajbow, but bowie x caleb is one of the ships I ironically don't mind seeing on my dash; it's interesting to think abt how things would've gone if they'd gotten together

(speaking of which, raj x caleb was one of the ships on the list but I didn't add it, though it would've been interesting as well to imagine like rajbow would still be endgame but if caleb was raj's gay awakening without raj even realizing)

raynebow, admit it or not, would be an awesome dynamic. emwayne is on top for me, but these three would be pretty cool together, like rajbow already being a thing and then wayne coming into his own sexuality realization lmao for me, wayne is either the classic straight best friend or a bisexual mess, there's no in between

the concept of what's going on between priya and caleb currently is what I like more than the ship itself; I like the idea of priya having a crush (though her character derailment for it is a bit annoying smh) while caleb is just genuinely doing this for an alliance lmao (if caleb does grow feelings for priya in the process--which I don't doubt could happen, it's total drama after all, that'd be even funnier)

bowie & chase are the reluctant exasperated and annoyed sibling & feral sibling dynamic for me. like chase does smth stupid (not a hard thing to do) and bowie's genuinely stunned whenever it actually seems to work (I'm thinking abt ep1 of s2 here lmaoo)

bowie & emma weren't mentioned as one of the pairings, for obvious reasons, but them as besties fr and I really wanted them to rekindle their friendship 😔

mk using caleb to get ahead of the game in tiny details (climbing on his back, etc etc) is so fucking funny, they're on the platonic tier for me simply bc of that. and caleb would be so oblivious lmfaoo

waaay before when s1 hadn't come out and ppl speculated on priya & chase being the Main Couple (and then everything went to shit after), I've switched trains in regards to that; them as a platonic friends duo would be crazy. kickass girl who can do anything (except feelings) & dumbass guy who does stupid impulsive shit for thrills (and cannot do feelings); they'd both fumble at romance shit and rant abt it while making it seem like they have it under control, it'd be wack; she would hate him for doing stupid shit and making them lose challenges, he'd talk shit abt "taking risks" and whatnot, and she'd be like "I'll smash my water bottle over your head, that's a risk I want to take rn!!" fr priya would beat his ass (and maybe save his ass if they ever reach that point of their dynamic lmaoo)

I think that's all I need to say! also I didn't add all of the ships on the list mostly bc idk much abt them or their dynamics

[karda]

hi could you talk about how you see gordon & benrey's dynamic / how they'd deal w each other if/since they live together im rly curious

hiii ya sure ^_^

i dont draw tommy enough but i think he'd be the main reason they dont kill each other at first. like introducing a new cat to your old cat. gotta put them in separate rooms for a while. I like when they are assholes at first lol. not really enemies but just like "I Dont like you get the fuck out of my house. wait you smoke? ok you can stay for a minute." i think the fic im writing also fucks up canon for me though. because in my head they're already messy lmao so the thought of them hanging out outside of things makes more sense. i dont think they would live together at all, i think they would just hang out ^_^ and be weird. 

benrey has no sense of whats permanent or real, the dude can die and come back. so he probably knew Gordon would get a free hand at the end of it and thought that meant it didnt matter. i dont know jack shit about real half life or the character that gordon freeman is "supposed" to be but i think hlvrai Gordon would hate him a little less after knowing that. cant yell at a puppy for eating your shoes. didnt know any better yaknow. u can still be angry though. (and he is)

i think benrey is a mix of being blunt as hell (like straight up telling Gordon he's attracted to him, and dropping random lore about himself whenever he wants) while also being completely oblivious (like in my shotgunning art lol. Gordon has to spell out a lot of shit for him, and that is very hard for a guy who yells and cries his feelings out). i think gordon would invite him over and act like he's doing benrey a favor by indulging him, but he wants to hang out just as much. bros in denial. i think he's got the hots. they play video games in each other's shitty apartments and get high . and tommy comes over for game/movie nights . i think polyamory would fix them. in this essay i will

[synonymroll648]

I mean. if you're willing to share....then yes I am all ears on that sokeefitz angst fic...just saying *eyes*. I put this in a separate ask to give you a space to talk about it, but only if you want! Also no clue what I would want if I was sick, it's genuinely been so long I don't. I don't know what my sick safe foods are? life is so so so hard for people with strong immune systems i'm suffering so much /s

also hi hope you're feeling better! or that if you're still sick that it packs its bags and kicks its own ass to the curb soon <3

i'll answer the other stuff in the og chain; this one's juuuuust gonna be the sokeefitz angst fic lol.

basically: au (that's technically canon compliant, esp since the series isn't over? idk man don't ask) where like the shadowflux echoes in (fanon) fitz's knee, the echoes in his heart end up developing into a chronic condition. but the heart echoes are a significantly bigger threat to his health, like in canon (we don't ever see him get wiped out from the pain in his knee, but we do see him get wiped out from his heart echoes going haywire. there's examples throughout flashback of what i'm talking about). a year or two after canon ends (i'm approximating fitz'll be 18 or 19), livvy and elwin sit him down and tell him that from what they can see, they doubt he'll be able to live past 100.

they tell him that they'll do everything they can to make that statement false, but it falls on ringing ears.

from there, the premise would mainly be exploring how fitz would learn to manage his emotions to keep his heart echoes in check as best as he can - particularly anxiety and anger - plus him learning to accept that he's gone from having a shot at being a famous ancient to bring pride to the vacker family, to an elf that's become the closest to mortality that one can get. and ableism in the lost cities too, because i think realizing that a lot of the people he looked up to when he was younger valued him less as a disabled person would be a good motivator to break away from the golden boy mold and become who he actually wants to be, whoever that is.

and then there's also learning to accept almost-mortality through sophie's unique perspective on it, and helping her accept almost-immortality. slowburn exes to lovers on that front, through the power of - as keefe dubbed it in the books - cognate rawr. i'm also thinking this would be set in level 7 for fitz, so he could be roommates w/ keefe and have an '(unofficial) ex (childhood) best friends to lovers' arc.

sokeefe would be established already in this, but have a conversation fairly early on the fic where they're like 'ummm so i actually haven't moved on from fitz and it's freaking me out-' 'omg SAME' and then help each other figure out they're bi and polyam (that would be a side plot of its own, because, like. you can't do that in one scene lmao). and then once they'd reached that conclusion they'd be like 'hey so you wanna see if we can flirt our way into getting fitz to join our relationship?' 'worth a shot, sounds better than endless pining'.

ofc fitz is super dense though so he doesn't see keefe's advances as flirting until the obliviousness starts getting ridiculous, and he makes up ten million platonic excuses for sophie's actions because we broke up, there's no way she still sees me like that anymore - not when she has keefe the way she does. because as an aro i would do that in his situation and i have decided he's aro-spec <3 but they all get it together eventually. and get a cottage somewhere and fitz gets to be a baker and they just. have their happily ever after.

uuuuuuuuntil fitz is on the cusp of turning 100 and dies. because i'm evil. and i want to explore how much worse keefe's oh my god please don't leave me please please please i'd do anything to make you stay complex would get if he lost a lover and the situation was out of his control. and how much it would differ from sophie's acceptance. and how sophie's acceptance could turn into world-crushing anger and stuff after she stops feeling the need to stay strong for keefe.

and then maybe how much worse the whole please don't leave me alone please i'll do ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING JUST STAY STAY STAY would get if sophie died centuries after fitz from some mission and keefe was truly on his own. just after he started feeling solid about having her in his life for a long time after the present. if i'm feeling particularly cruel by the end.

(there's a lot of scenes that made go OWOWOWOW that my brain conjured up, but. those stay in my brain until i write them. no spoilers :) also ik i'd need to do a lot of research on heart conditions to make fitz's arc more accurate to real life because even if shannon doesn't care about medical accuracy, i do lol.)

[true-lavender]

Silly little ideas about Chrome x Ekusu

Disclaimer, personal headcanon, Chrome is an adult to me (between 18 and 21).

Seriously have the urge to write Chrome studying for uni or sth (because why not) and Ekusu is just around, playing with some bullshit because he's like 13 while Chrome is like an adult (his age is unknown but every passing day i age him up a little LMFAOOO) and it's sooo funny for me to imagine them having sex and after it one goes lalala having fun and the other is ugh must implement Modus ponens and Modus tollens ugh…

Also it could turn really cute quickly too, just domestic bullshit with Chrome trying to study and his cute little eccentric boywife bringing him food and hand feeding him because he grew bored and wanted Chrome to pay attention to him and also because he really likes feeding Chrome in general and has absolutely zero regard for personal space (which is a blessing in disguise and absolute hell on earth simultaneously).

yeah brainrot

Also would be really funny if Ekusu would have some homework he has a hard time understanding plus he's very unmotivated to do it because it's not fun so Chrome helps him through piss easy shit like what's 3x - 4 = 8.

I want him to be fully hit with the knowledge that he literally chased a middle schooler and is in a relationship with him now like damn.

And he's like 'it's because it's Ekuso, it's just because it's him specifically' which isn't wrong ya kno, but he still has to keep their relationship a secret for very obvious reasons. Which is hard because Ekusu barrels through personal space like a bulldozer and he's overly affectionate in public as well. Sometimes it's easy to play it off as if he's a role model Ekusu looks up to. Sometimes, however, he can recognise a second, dubious glance at their direction and has to subtly tell Ekusu to be a bit more mindful.

Ekusu couldn't care less though. He'll still make Chrome carry him in public if they have to walk too far for his liking and he grows bored and tired of physical exercise. And it's not like Chrome could ever seriously tell him no. Also, he loves carrying Ekusu, possessiveness sparks in him at the mere thought. The fact that HE gets to do that and that Ekusu wants him to do it too... instant throbbing boner.

Yeah anyways Ekusu sometimes sleeps over at Pendragon's headquarters. In Chrome's room. Wearing Chrome's oversized shirt next morning, covered in love bites.

Both team pendragon and team persona are aware of their relationship and have had their input on it, but they let it be due to Ekusu's nature. Chrome does earn a side eye occasionally though, especially from Multi or Miss Meiden whenever he comes over to Persona's place to hang out with his boyfriend, but they let him be after threatening him if he ever dares to do anything bad to Ekusu (lol. Lmao.) he'll regret it. They do however keep tabs on them, so if anything were to happen they'd immediately act on it and not leave Ekusu at the mercy of an adult.

Oh yeah Chrome tries to hide their relationship from both teams, especially Persona, but Ekusu is really not careful about it and accidentally exposes a hickey one too many times after coming back from Pendragon for Multi or miss Meiden to believe it's just a mosquito bite. It's not even Chrome's fault because he's initially careful about leaving marks. He rarely leaves them, and they're in hardly visible places, even though he really wants to mark him, but Ekusu spurs him on too much to mark him more sometimes, and he gets carried away lol.

It also doesn't help that he sometimes wears Chrome's clothes when he comes back, neither does his obliviousness help. For example, one time it rained while Chrome and Ekusu were on their way to Pendragon HQ so Shieru offered to lend him some of his clothes but Chrome hastily denied his help and dragged Ekusu to his own room and gave him his clothes instead, arguing that Shieru's would likely be too small and it's better to have oversized clothing than too small clothing (the thought of Ekusu wearing Shieru's clothes made him incredibly jealous. And the thought of him wearing only Chrome's clothes made him so possessive). And Ekusu is easy to convince, he goes along with Chrome's whims so easily, but retelling that to his teammates makes Multi immediately know what time it is lol.

Like, she picks up on Chrome's obsessive possessive toxic crush before Ekusu is aware of it, but she never expected Chrome would ever actually tell Ekusu nor that Ekusu would accept the feelings and return them. Or, well, somewhat return them, not to that insane degree. Maybe. Possibly.

So yeah, Chrome comes over sometimes but he doesn't sleep over because they lack space and Ekusu shares his room with Bird (Chrome does NOT like that) but they do sometimes languidly hang around in common areas (if they're not blading due to Ekusu's insistence and Chrome's inability to deny him), being all domestic about it. Sometimes Chrome does his work there with Ekusu by his side, or Ekusu sleeping with his head on Chrome's lap.

Sometimes Multi and Bird join them and never before would've anyone thought Ekusu can be possessive, but when for the first time Bird goes a little too into Chrome's personal space Ekusu actually intercepts and plasters himself over Chrome, cutely pouting and lightly flushed in embarrassment. It takes everyone aback and makes Chrome flush too but he also feels so happy about it. That Ekusu likes him enough to be jealous if his friend is too close for too long.

Ekusu isn't overall jealous though and he doesn't limit Multi or Bird but he has his moments when he gets pouty because Chrome's attention is off him for too long and on someone else. And it's adorable.

[lycan-troth]

Wow, I'm responding to this rlly late, all I can say is that being a third year uni student is rough. Lmao. I'm graduating this month soon. I'm trying not to think on it too hard so I don't freak out, haha. ANYWAY...ASB Ryan trying to trick Chris into doing stuff on v-day sounds about right, lol. Trying to be all sneaky and clueless. And succeeding, only bcs Chris is oblivious to it. The candy thing is cute! Makes me wonder if Chris would be willing to eat it for 2 reasons. With his tastes the candy could be too sweet? Or maybe he likes the gesture so much that he doesn't want to eat it. Maybe it makes a part of him feel like eating Ryan instead, lol. The wolf peeking through a bit. Kaylee teasing Chris about it would be funny, meanwhile Caleb is quietly processing it somewhere. I like the fact that in your writing Ryan would do anything and somewhat enjoy it as long as it's with Chris. Like the hiking and the trips for supplies in town. Being outdoors in general. It's just... sweet. Which as you say is the whole vibe of ASB. Them being awkward and quietly yearning.

GP, as you say, is a whole other kettle of fish, lol. The sense of otherness that Ryan gets from him is interesting to me. Small glimpses of something unusual, yet he knows Chris...doesn't he? Ahh, and I love that detail! The fact that Chris alters his behaviour when they're isolated like that. It certainly reads as predatory and creepy and a lil teeny bit like a dark romance. I can't place why it feels like the latter, maybe bcs I know they're a ship in the fic? Chris getting Ryan to hunt with him is unexpected, but fits GP's vibe! Would Chris always struggle with that wolfish predatory instinct with Ryan or would it fade/shift in time? I was thinking that if/when they become serious being together and do whatever it is they'll do, would it not change his wolfish perspective of Ryan? From prey to mate? I'd be interested to see what that element would be like. Ohh, Chris and Ryan killing the deer together would be so good! The scene you describe of the process they'd go through with it after is horrificly good. It fits the vibe of The Quarry itself too. Would the buck's horns in his office represent a trophy of sorts? All I can think of is wolfy Chris being pleased with Ryan taking part in providing and decorating the den (his office). I feel like I'm reading into it wrong tho. Love is a hunt, I like that phrase! Some animals do chase their prospective mates before they become mates official, ha.

Yeah, I can see GP and ASB being like two sides of a coin. That's fair enough, we're all pretty busy with life these days. It feels like there isn't enough time sometimes. Thank you for answering this question, tho. I would've answered much sooner, but I was deep into deadlines around Feb and onwards. I'm not upset you've not updated, I certainly miss GP, but I totally understand your focus being elsewhere. Ah! My theory as to what Ryan might do next was that he'd taken a picture of that map. So he knows where Chris planted his cameras, so he knows where he can be seen. He mentioned that he's frustrated/pent up and he had an idea for the pic he took. So, I think he's gonna head out somewhere in the woods where he knows one of the cameras will be, and uh entertain himself yk? He'd know that Chris can see him, and Ryan has seen the tapes he's made, so it'd kinda be revenge? Not rlly? It's kinda getting back at Chris, but also not? Both bcs he's uh taking care of himself and bcs I'm guessing Chris will maybe finally snap? That's what I think Ryan was thinking about doing next.

Another thing I'd been thinking about is more like a cross-over scenario. I was like "what if Ryan was on Blackwood Pines in Until Dawn? What if he survived and was feeling messed up about what he'd seen? " Idk what the timeline would be for The Quarry. It could be before Ryan meets Chris as a counsellor or after. It might work best if he meets him after, like maybe his therapist recommended that Ryan should sign up to something to try heal from Blackwood? Everyone thinks that Ryan was terrorised by bears, but he knows it was a wendigo. Maybe he gets more into Occult stuff after? Chris wouldn't know about the incident bcs Ryan doesn't want ppl to think he's a 'freak'. The quarry gang could make jokes about rabid bears to try rile Ryan up, but I think he'd be even better at not reacting to it. Mainly bcs in order to survive the wendigo, you can't react otherwise you're dead. Ryan already keeps his reactions minimal, but after surviving that mountain I think he'd be even more unresponsive. Like a survival technique, he can't shake off. You could do a lot with the Hackett's wolfish habits and how that version of Ryan might think about them. He'd be a lot more open to believing that werewolves exist, maybe even researched them. It's just a fun lil imagine I came up with. I think that version of Ryan would be fun to play around with.

Anyway, that's the end of my rambling. I hope that you're well and that all is good :)

With Valentines day around the corner, what do you think Chris and Ryan might do (GP and ASB) if they could spend the day together? Not both versions spending the day together, but individually. So how GP might spend it and how ASB might. It would be outside of camp time, so ig Ryan might be visiting Chris or something depending on how things are. There wouldn't be any campers or anyone at camp, so I'm assuming they'd basically have the place to themselves? They'd have some privacy, enough of it to spend the day together as they'd like. So, I got to wondering about what they might do, both their GP versions and ASB versions. It can be as simple or a bit fluffy, smutty or mundane as whatever, I'm just curious how it'd go. I was thinking maybe both vers might do something smutty, more so GP vers than ASB.

Speaking of GP, not to rush or preassure you, but how's it going with it? I think I have an idea of what Ryan might do next, I had something of a light bulb moment, haha.

it’s a fun question! esp bc usually i don’t tend to think about my ships doing stuff for ‘special’ days or having a domesticated routine. with this being said, i’ll try to reply to the best of my ability, but it might read idk maybe weird? if so, i do apologise! usually, most of set-ups for ships that i have are kinda idk, just not super normal or smth somewhat normal happens within the universe, that isn’t. anyhow……

but let’s see, let’s see….

in ASB setting, ryan is more active one. and while he technically won’t care about vd, he might think that it’s a good opportunity to kinda trick chris into doing smth ‘romantic’ for that evening. even if bc he’s kinda pinning so hard, that he would cling even to symbolic stuff, despite it holding no significance for him on its own. i feel like chris would be slightly confused why ryan wants to go into town and hang out, and not idk, do what they do everyday. i picture, that ryan won’t be able to stick around for longer, than a week, and he prob used some lame excuse as to why he’s there at all. chris didn’t pry, but it was clear, that ryan most likely wanted to be away from home, esp if it happens during the time, when he and his lil sister still live with their mother. anyhow, i don’t think that they would do smth crazy that day, ryan would just try to score those points, without chris realising what’s going on. they prob would end their ‘secret date’ in a movie theatre. and like ryan would pick the last seats, and chris be there sweating, bc it’s around time, when he understand why ryan insisted on them ‘going out’ lol. i imagine, ryan prob would also do smth cheeky as getting one of those candies with words like ‘you’re the one’ or smth. after all ASB was all about romance being there in the air, but nearly gentle-like, bc chris is so afraid to spoil one of the few good things, that he has. but like ASB ryan does sorta enjoy that he can make chris squirm like this. there is smth funny about 20 smth guy relentlessly teasing a middle aged man in such a form. like where he’s aware, that chris is attracted to him, but clearly he needs more time or whatever. like, ryan won’t just give up lol. and i think, that one of the most hilarious parts of this whole thing is that kaylee would tease chris about finally going on a date for the first time in ages. so it’s basically ‘everyone know what it is, but you’re playing’ moment. if only ASB chris was as weak willed as uh, little hope’s john, things might have progressed way faster. but i feel like him and ryan just having that nice, isolated memory, that is pretty calm and seemingly ‘small’ is part of what made their relationships in ASB feel so….uh centred? even partly bc chris wasn’t dating anyone for years, and ryan prob never went on real dates with anyone before, bc he thought that it’s boring. but it’s not boring with chris. 

GP is a different kind of beast tho. also god forbid there be a full moon on that day, like dang. in general, i feel like ryan being alone with that type of chris in isolated camp ground would have a bit more tense feeling to it. there is just smth kinda so off about mister H sometimes, y’know? ryan not scared or anything, but he does feel how chris just kinda ‘shifts’, when he realises that they’re miles away from anyone else, and there is like just two of them and forest. nothing else. GP chris is kinda….well, low-key creepy like that, he might decide to ask ryan if he wants to go hunting with him that day. and ryan be like ‘you do hunt’, bc he didn’t peg chris as someone, who shoots things for sport, but chris seems to be tense, insisting that they’d do smth like that. so yeah, whatever, he guess? ryan naturally has no idea, that chris like really wrestling with his predatory instincts at that moment, he just needs to redirect it all somewhere. ryan does notice a lot of strange things about chris during that time, esp how he seems to just sorta know, where to seek a deer or how he can orient in the forest so oddly well and move without much of a sound. and i guess, in reverse to ASB, they find a deer and chris grips ryan’s hand before he can pull it away from the trigger, so they kill it together. ryan won’t sure how to feel, bc he didn’t want it to die. and he even less sure, when chris offers him to show how to separate fur from meat and all that stuff. for chris, it’s basic knowledge, he doesn’t treat it as smth big, but for city boy like ryan, it’s….odd. but he agrees, bc he doesn’t wanna look like a lil bitch, i guess lol. they spend that evening in blood and ryan is very dizzy and nauseous, when it ends. he was very close to chris during that time tho. they had their hands in animal’s organs together, feels kinda intimate, even if the situation itself is pretty iffy. in the end, chris tells ryan, that since he was the one, who killed it (not really lol), they should put that buck’s horns on some good display. so they do put it inside chris’s office, ryan even helps to pick a place for it. he isn’t sure why, but chris seems pleased and all that he can think of, despite that he kinda wants to shower and stinks like blood still (even if he’s in different clothes), is ‘wow our arms were next to one another, side by side, chris’s hand enveloped mine a few times to help me to move the knife’. If one would picture it in GP’s timeline, esp down the line, it would have made sense, i promise. like how strangely dark and gritty it is. love is a hunt, isn’t it? 

either way, this what i meant, that my answer might be strange. i wouldn’t connect them banging to idk some specific date or day or them being more active in that specific area just bc it’s vd. if anything, vd can be a bit symbolic in another sense. it is a day of lovers after all, but ASB and GP address a different side of chris and ryan’s love in itself. it can be somewhat healing and actually good, even if it won’t solve all of chris’s problems, or will automatically make ryan aware about everything like in ASB. but it can also be intense and a tad destructive like in GP. so it’s not about sex at all, i suppose. or more so, i don’t think that they will bang too differently in both setups tbh lol. chris still has a wolf in him either way, and ryan is still like hella horny in both stories as well lol. in ASB ryan tricking chris into doing smth on that specific day is kinda still light and pinning, and more of like extra point. just gives them a bit more context of how they kinda always been together like that, it seems. in GP, i bet that neither chris or ryan are aware, that it’s vd, and it’s smth that ryan learns later on, and be like, ‘oh we did it on that day, huh’. and then be a bit of high school gal about it, haha. 

ah, tbh i didn’t touch it at all. i have different hypefixation atm, and most of my freetime pours into doing stuff for my current ship / fav thing. i haven't brushed any of my supermassive wips. i know, it’s not fun to hear, but it is how it is atm. it’s hard to tell, when i will be interested in them again. like in ways, where i would want to rewatch stuff for the game or dwell back into my narratives for their pair. i’d be curious to hear what you think ryan might do tho. this version of him is sure daring and kinda short-sighted lol.