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SHORTS WARS TWO???

Kinda random post but I saw Phaleur AND Danno both talk about printing money. Also in one of Jonny’s vids it said Dec 2 at the end. I NEVER KNEW THEY WERE MAKING A SHORTS WARS 2-

(I think smth happened in one of RoyalPears vids as well but idk)

[englass]

WIP Day

Tagged by: @fadedjacket and @derelictheretic - thank you lovelies! 💖 And so sorry for how late I am!!! 😓

Tagging: @chyrstis @chazz-anova @starsandskies @words-and-seeds @weekend-writer @shallow-gravy @deputyash also going to throw it back at @derelictheretic and @fadedjacket because of how long it’s been — oof, sorry again 😓 — and also at anyone that also wants to share/participate.

Oof, post-Christmas crash has hit me hard. I was doing so well too… had a manic writing moment after being ill on my birthday (I swear, being unwell is surprisingly good for motivation) but it’s drained and faded now. What motivation I’ve got is being put into a request that I’ve… gotten stuck on 😅; I’ve written myself into a bit of a corner– but it’s fine! I’ll figure something out. Until then, have a part of the sick/comfort-fic I was working on:

-/-/-

Nodding briefly in acquiescence you reach for the cup, content in trusting that he knows far more than you do in such things, before pausing at his gentle retraction and head shake.

… Huh?

“Um…” glancing between him and the cup you can’t help but quickly wrack your muddled brain for something you may have missed. You’re pretty sure he was just talking about the tea making you feel better so why would he suddenly take it away? Did you mishear him?

“No need to trouble yourself,” he starts upon seeing the blatant confusion on your face, “I did say I would aid you in your road to recovery after all, and although there is no written contract to finalise this pledge, I am man of my word. Now,” he leans forward with a noticeable shift in the set of his shoulders, cup just shy of brushing your lips, “drink.”

…

……

Well, you cough with a betraying warmth across your cheeks, he didn’t need to say it like that.

“A-are you sure?” you protest, “It’s no trouble, really, I can do it myself. Y-you don’t need to go that far–”

“Nonsense,” the gloved fingers of his free hand raise, tips easing along the line of your mandible before hooking under, gently tipping your head back to properly look up and into the unique design of his golden eyes, “I said I would take care of you, and it would be most impertinent of me not to do so.

“So please, drink.”

With a heavy swallow that irritates the dry and prickly feeling in your throat, you acquiesce hesitantly to his order-sounding request.

[amhrosina]

I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.  

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive. 

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut. 

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately. 

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.” 

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?” 

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”  

“I bet you look great.” 

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen. 

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.” 

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”  

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?” 

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded. 

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.” 

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.  

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”  

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra- 

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.” 

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.  

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.  

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself. 

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. 

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly. 

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.” 

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head. 

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.  

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror. 

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.” 

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes. 

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”  

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.” 

- 

Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later. 

“Frank, what are you doing?”  

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom. 

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet. 

“Why are you moving the mirror?”  

“Wanna try somethin’.” 

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.  

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.  

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin. 

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs. 

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.  

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.” 

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours. 

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.  

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.  

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured. 

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. 

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner. 

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers. 

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.  

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head. 

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.  

“I love you.”  

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, sweet girl.”

-

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[of-many-aus]

Why JJ calls you ‘Bambi’

Summary: the reason jj calls you that aggravating nickname

Warnings: none

A/N: this takes place approximately three years before the main series

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･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“I don’t know, JB,” You said hesitantly, “This might not be a good idea.”

Your brother threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, you’re twelve now. It’s about time you learned.”

“What if I’m not good at it, though?” You had begun nervously playing with your hands.

“That’s why I’m here,” He said reassuringly, gently tapping his surfboard against yours, “Now, let’s go. The waves are great today.”

With that, John B began wading into the ocean water, but you stayed back a moment, still hesitating.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person on this island that didn’t learn how to surf when you were seven.” The aggravating voice of none other than JJ Maybank sounded in your ear like a chirping bird that wouldn’t shut up in the morning.

A scowl immediately formed on your lips, and instead of answering the boy, you surged forward, hopefully leaving him behind.

Your prayers didn’t seem to be answered though, because you heard some splashing behind you that told you he had followed with his own surfboard.

“Out here!” John B waved you over from where he sat on his board a few yards out.

Slowly, you swam and pushed your surfboard to where he was.

JJ laughed, “You have to get on it,” He called, paddling up beside you.

You stifled a groan, closing your eyes and tilting your head to face the heavens, “Did he really have to be here?” You asked your brother with a slight whine in your voice.

He just shrugged, “I didn’t invite him, he just tagged along.”

A glare was thrown in the blond boy's direction by you, “Hear that? You weren’t invited. So get out of here.”

His mouth opened, no doubt to let out a smart ass comment, but John B interrupted with an exhausted sigh, “Guys, stop it.” He was long since used to your bickering.

He sent a warning look in his best friend's direction, “We’re here to teach her how to surf. If you’re not going to either help or stay quiet, then leave.”

He chose to stay quiet.

For the next half hour, your brother went through the motions with you, teaching you how to stand correctly and how to catch a wave.

JJ stayed silent the whole time, and you were grateful. It was probably the longest he had ever gone without talking.

“- no, move your foot closer to the center-“ Your brother instructed you, only to be cut off by toppling over the side of his board. He hadn’t been paying attention to an incoming wave.

You sighed tiredly as he was submerged, knowing he was fine, but still tired from all the work it took to learn.

Just then, a laugh sounded from the side, causing your head to whip over and eyes to narrow in onto the Maybank boy.

“What?” You snapped.

“N-no, it’s- it’s just…” He laughed again, “You look like Bambi from that old Disney movie during the scene where it tried walking for the first time. It’s like you trying to stay standing on that thing.”

Your cheeks flushed red just in time for John B to resurface.

“Okay,” he said, “Are you ready to try again?”

“Yeah, Bambi,” JJ spoke with a wide grin, “Ready to try again?”

It took everything in you not to lunge across the water and tackle him off his board.

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[dcangel]

hi hi! i saw that u were asking for reqs and prompt 29 rlly had me thinking… imagine you’ve been there for 2 years and are the only girl, and you don’t socialize much, you do your part and keep to yourself so no one knows much abt you. but when thomas shows up, he continues to bug you with questions/bother you including why ur the only girl there. there’s a lot of tension and one night he wonders off in the woods he finds you and one thing leads to another and it happens..!

AHH okay this is sending me to hell bc my mind is going feral just thinking about it and I literally am so excited to write this one. And thank you so much for requesting one <333 (this is my first time writing smut so bear with me)

Idk how to tag these correctly bc I’ve never posted anything but if I’m wrong just correct me: p in v, slight fingering, praising, degrading, dirty talk, mentions of edging, mentions of getting caught, choking kink, slight size kink, slight/moderate pain kink, oral sex!f receiving, a few uses of y/n, nicknames, 2nd person pov. Majorly unedited and not proofread (grammarly told me there were 149 errors but it’s 2:24 in the morning so grammarly can kindly fuck off. hopefully this is bearable to read.)

8238 words (what thee actual fuck)

29– Thomas

“Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

The last few days were… something else. Like clockwork every month, another greenie arrived, but to you that just meant another person bugging the shit out of you until they got over it. What were you supposed to tell them? That you just felt like coming up into the maze and trapping yourself here for two years just because you were bored? Every single greenie, without fail, always pestered you like a small gnat swirling around your ear each day; “why are you the only girl? Why are you here? Is it hard being the only girl?” And of course the alarmingly obviously questions that crossed every new shank’s mind, but only few braved to ask.

You mostly managed to steer clear of the lewd obscenities, letting the few friends you made take care of it for you since it got to be an irritable subject for you very quickly. But, unfortunately, there were some that wanted to ask the girl herself. Some that didn’t even know your name, yet still approached you with a supercilious guise thinking that it would somehow win you over. Each time it made you wonder what they put in these new greenies before sending them up; they just kept getting worse and worse.

Majority of the gladers knew your name, but then again how could they not? Some knew it but just decided to call you whatever you wanted; as if you being a girl made you less human and more of an object. Those were the boys that could only dream of touching a girl, never mind even being able to hookup with one.

You were surprised by the amount of people that actually treated you as equal, even though it was the bare fucking minimum. Sometimes you found it ironic how Chuck—the youngest glader here—didn’t even think twice about your humanity status when half the so-called “men” in this place treated you like scut. The boy having stated many times that “you’re a human too, just like the rest of us. We each play our part and at the end of the day; work is work. It doesn’t matter how old you are or if you’re a guy or a girl.” You think one of the reasons you were such good friends with the boy was because he could easily relate to your struggles; him being the youngest glader and always treated like a baby who couldn’t comprehend the simplest things, and you being the only girl who’s treated like shit because apparently women can’t possibly be able to do the same things as men. You were both deeply misunderstood, and that served as a foundation for one of your closest relationships.

Of course the leader, Alby, had always said the same; you were to be treated as equal. He’d even brought up the fact that it was dispiriting that the matter was even a question at all. Some days were worse than others, only granting you the energy to will yourself out of the small hut Gally and few others helped you build, at the last possible second and skipping breakfast as you trudged your way over to the gardens, taking your place by Newt. From there, maybe you’d have an occasional conversation about the dirt that constantly flung into your eyes, automatically irritating both your sight and your mood, or maybe about how brutally the blazing sun treated your reddening shoulders and face.

But on those days—the bad ones—you kept silent, doing what you were told when you were told, taking part in the roles that made the glade work. Maybe you’d join the rest of the glade for supper, sitting with the very few people you called ‘friends’ but at the end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation that inevitably reeled you in. More often than not, bad days usually warranted you to take the meal to your hut after a quick ‘thanks’ to Frypan, then making the isolated trip to the comforting confines of your own space.

You tried keeping to yourself, afraid to get too close with anyone that wasn’t Chuck or Newt, but of course your name was brought up quite often. It never made sense, though; you rarely interacted with anyone, even the people you exchanged words with on occasion, not much was known about you. You even tried to avoid being seen as often as possible in hopes that your absence would somehow make the gladers forget about your existence.

Yet every month when a new greenie was sent up, terrified and questioning their entire existence, it also started a new uproar around your name. So with Thomas, it was no different. Well, almost no different.

After he showed up, he wasn’t subtle with his intentions like most were—always asking anyone he could about anything that might make you more 3-dimensional in his eyes. So when he saw you talking to Chuck and ruffling the young boy’s hair, he used their already-forming bond to his advantage.

“Hey, Chuck, who was that?” He pretended to be oblivious as if he hadn’t been staring at you all day every day, the way your hair was always tied back in a single low braid, how the small strands that were too short slipped from the crossed-pattern and framed your face, how your sun-kissed nose scrunched whenever some minor inconvenience passed your way or the way your head tilted ever-so-slightly as a way to show your confusion.

He was well aware that this most certainly happened with every new arrival; the pestering questions, the intrusive thoughts, yet he was infatuated with wanting to know absolutely everything he could.

“Who? Her?” Chuck followed the older boy’s gaze, quickly losing interest once he saw where it led.

Thomas’s gaze, however, didn’t falter. He couldn’t decide what part of you to focus on. Maybe the way you effortlessly carried buckets and buckets of whatever the hell was needed for gardening, but it looked heavy enough to make him stare in awe. He was shameless. “Yes her. Who is she?”

“A person.” Chuck answered, being frustratingly vague.

Thomas finally pulled his brown eyes from you, landing them on the smaller boy beside him. “What’s her name?”

“Why does it matter?” The young boy was all too familiar with the questions of each newbie, most greenies coming to Chuck for the same thing each month that became almost a routine to give out as little information as possible to protect his friend.

Thomas sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. “Because I wanna’ know.” He answered bluntly.

“You wouldn’t care what that guy’s name is,” Chuck pointed to a builder named Dan. “So why do you care what her name is?”

The greenie squinted his eyes, jaw clenched in slight irritation, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent than before. “Because I just want to know?”

“Y/N, her name is Y/N. There.” Chuck’s bitter tone was definitely a eye-opener, the boy usually sweet and happy to make new friends.

“Thanks.” Thomas managed to get a small thumbs up in return as Chuck walked further away, obviously done with their conversation.

. . .

The next few days left Thomas’s curiosity at a higher peak, even worse than when he first got here—before he knew about the girl. Luckily Chuck had told you each time the greenie asked another question, and you couldn’t express how grateful you were for the young boy since he never answered them.

However, despite Chuck’s anguished attempts at telling Thomas to leave you alone, the greenie pursued his interests in getting to know you more, although it was nearly inevitable that this would happen.

On this particular day, though, he couldn’t seem to find you. Much to his dismay, you were in the Deadheads, sitting by the small brook that always seemed to flow despite the enclosed glade. It was night, the sun long gone although the heat never seemed to leave. You liked the Deadheads, specifically the brook. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of water trickling over small rocks and folding in on itself, and maybe the occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. The peaceful sounds were a drastic difference to the clanking of shovels on rocks that seemed to peeve each gardener, or tools hammering wood that echoed across the entire open glade.

It was rare, but sometimes you’d accidentally fall asleep in the woods due to the calming nature, serving for an aching back and sore neck that shot pain thorough your whole body when you craned it the wrong way. It would’ve been one of those nights, except the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping under someone’s foot brought you back from your half-asleep state. You sat up against the tree, your legs crossing as you looked around. The only people who knew you came out here were sure to be asleep by now, Chuck always falling asleep the second the second he laid down on his hammock, and Newt knowing you didn’t like to be bothered out here.

You thought back to when Ben had been stung and was chasing Thomas through the Deadheads, and you thought the same was about to happen to you. Grabbing a small stick by your side— that would probably snap if any pressure were applied— you stood up and looked around the dark forest. The plush foliage provided little to no light, which left your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible.

You held the stick out in front of you and slowly backed up, occasionally spinning around to check behind you, the stick swinging through the air like it was wielded by a maniac.

The lack of light confused your senses, and somehow you didn’t you didn’t hear the cracking and snapping of leave and twigs, or feet the heat behind you getting closer and closer until your back slammed into something that scared you so bad you almost yelped as you whipped around to threaten whoever it was with the flimsy stick that almost snapped when you turned. You were greeted with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn’t just another in the sixty something faces in the glade that you had yet to learn the name of. It was a new one.

“Shit— sorry.” He muttered quickly, large, outstretched hands already on your shoulders to steady you.

You back up slightly, hoping his grip would fall off, and it did. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy automatically took to fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit you guessed. “I, uh… I was looking for you, actually. Chuck told me you might be out here.”

You squinted your eyes slightly, not believing him since Chuck knew better than to tell a random greenie where you’d most likely be during your free time. “Did he?”

The greenie struggled to come up with an excuse, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground.

“Or did you just watch me come out here earlier with the plans of following me, hoping I’d still be here after you were done with your job?” You added with a raised brow, a clear annoyed tone evident in your voice.

“Wel— No that’s not— I mean… well, you’re probably used to the newbies bothering you—”

“Damn right I am. And I don’t expect you to be any different, so unless you have anything important to say, then I’m just gonna leave.” You got straight to the point, not caring to sugarcoat or be nice to him since you’d tried that before with other greenies, and it usually didn’t turn out well. You dropped your stick and started to turn away from him when you heard his footsteps following you again, his voice following soon after.

“Well, no, but I just wanted to talk to you. I don’t know you v—”

“So let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You said, sounding as if you were talking to a child.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, a small habit of his. “Could you just stop cutting me off?”

“Why should I?” You said, brown raised in annoyance as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg.

“Because I fucking asked? It shouldn’t be that hard to be nice to someone.”

You scoffed, his attitude impressing you since it almost matched yours perfectly. You eyed him before opening your mouth to speak. “You’re right, it shouldn’t be. So why’re you making it so difficult then?” You asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, your head tilted coyly.

He let out a quick sigh, jaw clenching in irritation. “Because, all I did was try and talk to you and you’re being a bitch about it.”

Your head jerked back slightly, your eyebrows automatically raised with a taunting smile of disbelief creeping up. “You just can’t help it with the foul language can you?” You said with a laugh, one that seemed to get on his nerves even more. It was almost impressive how irritable he was. “Maybe you should try talking to directly instead of bugging my friends—especially Chuck— about me. Y’know, like a conversation or something? Maybe start off with a small introduction like your name or something a little less hostile.”

“Fine, I’m—”

“I know who you are.” It wasn’t intentional but you realized that you had cut him off again. But instead of apologizing, you almost wanted to see how pissed he could get before stomping off.

He was definitely contemplating it, almost losing interest since your attitude made him want to smash his head against a rock, but his pure stubbornness was what kept him standing there. “Again with the cutting me off! Is that all you ever do? ‘S that why you don’t have any friends.”

Being the only girl in a glade full of boys made this seem like nothing compared what else you’ve heard, so his little insults and slight temper tantrum did nothing. “Well you said you wanted to talk to me, and I’m assuming you wanted to get to know me more since all you ever do is bother Chuck.” You said with a shrug. “Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can.”

Something about your tone, the way it was taunting him, teasing him in a way that he couldn’t tell if he should hate you or want to slam you against a tree and— he shook his head, seemingly getting rid of whatever was going through his mind. “Why, you want me to insult you? Treat you like a piece of shit like everyone else does?”

You didn’t respond. Rather, you just stood there, not bothering to move as he subtly took a few slow steps toward you.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” He said, head tilting in a certain way that allowed the small streaks of moonlight peering through the spaces above that weren’t covered by trees to illuminate the beginnings of smug look on his freckled face.

Of course you knew what he looked like, he was a gardener the first few days so you had the displeasure of working near him, but something about him being up close and the way the shadowy brightness of the moon cast a perfect gleam allowed you to really notice his features. You had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy; short brown hair, a perfect nose that could make anyone jealous, pale skin littered with moles and freckles that didn’t seem to be on just his face, golden-brown eyes that looked darker than in the daylight, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tree coverage or some other reason…

“I bet it’s something else, isn’t it?” His voice was what snapped you from your thoughts, your eyes focusing back in on his darkening gaze.

“Huh?” You said, your eyes practically in slits at this point. You couldn’t tell if your question was actually a question, or if it was because you’d already forgotten what he asked before.

He took a step closer, yet he wasn’t actually that close. It was simply the darkness of the Deadheads and the way your other senses tried to account for your poor vision that made it seem like he was towering over you.

Or maybe he was.

“I said, are you just always a bitch like this, or do you do it because you like the way people respond. The way they get irritated and go off on you or treat you like shit all for you to complain about it afterwards.” You almost couldn’t believe his words. But what was less believable was the feeling that resonated in the pit of your stomach. One that had you thinking things you shouldn’t be.

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?” You spat out, trying to act offended.

His smirk grew, telling you that you reacted exactly how he expected. “You didn’t answer my question.” He took another step forward.

“I don’t have to.” You stepped back.

He noticed your slight step back, he also noticed the tree behind you—he same one you’d almost fallen asleep against earlier—getting closer each time. “I think it’s only fair that you do, so, go ahead. Answer it.”

Now, there were two ways you could’ve answered this. Which one did you choose? The one you knew would get the better reaction, of course. “Make me.”

One step later, you were already back up against the tree, seemingly nowhere to go (you could easily step to the side), and Thomas right in front of you, head tilted downwards to look at you because of the height difference. “I don’t think you really want me to. You’re just saying that.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.” You whispered lazily, a small gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He brown ones bored into yours, an almost-mischievous glint behind them. He leaned down, his mouth inches from your ear, his hand against the tree on the other side of your head. “Maybe I will.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees felt weak, something about his voice; the raspiness embedded in his low, deep tone. “Maybe you should.” You breathed out, watching him pull back, his eyes flicking between your eyes and somewhere else.

His other hand slid around your waist, large palm being a source of heat as if the night air wasn’t already warm enough. It was torturous, the way his lips ghosted around your skin, every area he passed felt empty after the heat of his presence left, the way you felt his breath brush her face when he laughed at his own teasing actions.

His hand slid around to your lower back, pulling it forward in an arch as your upper back stayed against the tree. Thomas looked down at you, the very tip of his nose so close to yours that the heat radiating from him felt like he was actually touching you. You bit the inside of your cheek, never good with the whole ‘patience’ thing.

Thomas, on the other hand, could’ve dragged this out all night. But when he met your gaze, the look in your eye let the thought slip from his mind. It was when you whispered some words that didn’t quite stick in his brain against his lips, that’s what got to him. He bent down and connected your lips, the kiss wasn’t a slow, savoring-every-moment type of kiss. It was a hungry, sloppy, impatient kiss that made it seem like he was devouring you.

It was needy and heated, more teeth-clashing and tongue-tangling than anything. His lips were chapped and rough, but then again so we’re yours after two years in the glade.

His lips trailed down your cheek, then your jaw, then right under your jawline, nipping at the surprisingly soft skin. His lips followed your jawline until they were right under your ear, finding a sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.

You breathed out softly, biting the inside of your cheek as your head tilted backwards, hitting the bumpy bark of the tree. To your left was his outstretched arm that he used to hold himself up against a the tree, and to your right was his head, slightly buried in the crook of your neck as he peppered the spot with little nips as kisses. He freehand—the one that was on your lower back—slipped down to the curve of your ass, squeezing all around the plump skin.

“How’s this for getting to know you?” He breathed against your skin.

You bit your lip, just a little, but enough that his scrutinizing gaze caught it. “I think you, uh, you should get to know me just a little better, y’know?” You said, a small lump in the back of your throat that wouldn’t go down.

“Hmm, think I should, huh?” He teased.

“Mhm, yeah… y-you should.” You nodded, teeth gliding over your own bottom lip as you tugged his hair gently so he’d look up at you.

The heel of Thomas’s palm dug into your ass, prompting you to jump up a little. To jump right into his arms. Your thigh hitched up on his waist, his hand gliding from your ass to under your leg, finger tips reach the the inside of your thigh. Your other foot steady on the ground— well, would’ve been steady if you hadn’t stepped on a tree stump. Your footing faltered, twisting your ankle in the process and you pulled from the recently rekindled kiss to wince.

He chuckled and lifted up your other thigh, practically holding you up until you got the hint to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back was pressed into the tree, bare shoulders are partially-bare upper back collecting scratches and green moss smudges.

Thomas didn’t waste anymore time, the fingers of his free hand already sliding down your torso and half under the waistband of your jeans. He only stopped for a brief moment, looking up at you as you nodded back—maybe a little too eagerly.

He didn’t even bother to unbutton them or unzip them for the time being, his fingers twitching with the thought of touching you in mind. While he was just as impatient as you, he still managed to find the will in him to tease you. Two of his veiny fingers swipes over your panties, starting at the beginning of your wetness and dragging them all the way up to your cloth-covered clit. You couldn’t deny nor hide it anymore, you were soaked—rather, your panties were.

“Damn, this all for me? Guess you liked the idea of me proving you wrong, huh?” He taunted.

Your eyes bore into his like you wanted to say something snarky, but you literally could not lie. He felt it. He felt what he did to you. He knew the slight power he had over you—although you were sure he didn’t quite know just how much power he possessed.

Reluctantly, you tenaciously nodded up at him, just a very slight head movement that you hoped he’d miss, but of course he didn’t. You were grateful he didn’t respond, with words anyway, but you could see see the glint in his eye that made you want to kick him, slap him, anything you could to get your point across. But he made you weak in the knees, figuratively and literally since one of his hands was under your ass holding you up, your legs raveled around his waist and connected at his lower back.

At first, when you felt his hand leave your ass, you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed by the loss of touch, or to expect your body to hit the ground. But it didn’t. He had you pinned against the tree, your legs already locked tightly around him, your arms slung around his neck.

His, now free, hand glides around to the front of your thigh, up your stomach (it would’ve gone under your shirt if he didn’t have other plans), over your tank top-covered breasts, fingers stopping momentarily to knead the dough-y flesh, and making their final stop around your throat just below your jaw—palm pressing against your airway loosely, pointer and thumb fingers settling below your ears on either side of your head.

The fingers caressing your sopping panties also became more active; drawing slow lines up and down.

“T-Thomas,” you stuttered, not because he hand was that tight, but simply because it was tight enough to warrant a gasp present in your words. “Don’t tease me.”

You were really in no position to be the one saying commands, but it was the sheer stubborn-confidence that impressed him enough to consider the choked out words. “As you wish.” He spoke, slipping two fingers past your panties, the material bunching to the side, and right into you without any warning. Well, to be fair he did give you a warning, just no time to process before you felt his long, slender fingers gliding against your walls.

“Fuck— Thomas.” You breathed out, your tone a little whiny. You were almost embarrassed at how easily you gave in, how easily you let him get you this way.

He gave your throat one last little squeeze and dropped his hand down to one of the straps on your tank top. He was considering sliding it under your shirt, but then he’d have to go through more trouble to get it off seeing as you were leaned against a tree. So, Thomas decided to take what he knew you’d give, and he tugged at the straps.

You knew your standards were low when consent made your heart swoon, feeling the nervous hot-and-cold sweats rack your body. But being the only girl in the glade, you were glad someone other than your friends was showing you respect…ish.

After seeing your nod, he slid the strap down and you pulled your arm back and through the thing fabric piece, the same was done on the other side. Thomas’s fingers were barely moving, too slow even for his teasing pace, but his brain had a little more focus on what he was trying to do with one hand.

A few seconds later, and you were gasping at the sudden coldness you felt against your pert nipples. It was an odd sensation, the glade was always hot yet when your bare chest was exposed, the air felt cool.

The chilled breeze caused the buds to instantly harden, making something of Thomas’s harden as well. “Shit, angel, no bra?”

You hadn’t worn a bra since today was one of those days— the ones with low energy, restless sleep barely giving you enough stamina to will yourself throughout the day. “No…” you admitted, almost shamefully.

Before you could even think, lips were wrapped around the sensitive buds, a tongue flat as it pressed over the top. You let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a small moan, finger tangling in his hair automatically.

Thomas simply couldn’t leave your other side untreated, so he rolled your other nipple between his fingers while fucking you with the other hand. Every sound you made, whether it be a sigh, a moan, a whimper, a small whine of his name, each and every one of them seemed to be egging him on more. Like small pleas and begs for more of his touch.

And whether you knew it or not, that exactly what they were; your body whining, aching for anything he’d give you, grateful for the plainest stroke of his digits in your wet cunt, or the effortless drag of his smooth tongue across your pebbled nipple.

Somewhere between small praises and straight-up degradation, you manages you end up without any clothes and Thomas’s pretty face between your legs as you stand there against the tree; teeth clenched, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at his scalp leaving a stinging sensation in their wake. It felt good— the burn of your jagged nails against his already sensitive scalp, the sun un-ironically taking part in making sure it would hurt him.

The tree bark dug into your bare back as you simultaneously pushed yourself up on your tip-toes, squirming at the sensation of his tongue on your clit becoming too much, yet tugging his face further between your wobbly thighs with the grip you had on his brown hair.

Thomas decided he liked you best when you were like this; a sweaty, moaning, whimpering, indecisive mess for him— despite only speaking his first words to you less than an hour ago.

And quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing spurring you on, giving you the shamelessness needed to give yourself up like this was the undying need to cum. He had be fucking edging you this whole damn time, yet you couldn’t complain. Not while he was pleasuring you at least. Your protests came after you didn’t—after the way he’d suck on and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud, getting you right there, only to pull away as you were about to topple over the edge.

It might not have been verbal, but maybe you’d give his hair a particularly harsh yank, or dig your nails into his raw scalp with as much strength as you could muster. Unbeknownst to you, Thomas enjoyed it. He loved the way you whined and squirmed, body begging for a release even if your mouth was too stubborn to communicate it. He loved the pain you inflicted on him, the pricking sensation hurting so bad—yet not enough—that it felt good.

“Did I get you to change your mind yet, Angel?” Thomas spoke against your cunt, lips glistening with you juices, eyes dark as he looked up at you with a captivating stare that you fell prisoner to time and time again.

You bit down on your lip brutally, the discomfort not even phasing you anymore. You were sure your lips would be bruised and possibly bloodied in the morning for more than one reason. “Thomas… please,” There it was. The first real plead that spilled from your lips. Not the desperate whines or frustrated grunts you’d given him earlier, but an actual word that put your need on full display.

And it sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not good enough for you?” He cooed, tone mocking your desire so damn condescendingly that if it were anyone else you’d send their skull flying against the maze walls.

But you couldn’t resist, he had you under his spell, wrapped around his finger. And you knew it. You both knew it. “Fuck me, make me cum… just do something for fucks sake!” Your voice held a guise of irritation and rage, but just behind that was the exact whininess that he was looking for.

“I think I like the sound of you begging for me. It’s pretty.” He whispered, whether to himself or you, you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck anymore.

Thomas stood up, large hands sliding up the sides of your bare body, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. A whimper slipped from your swollen lips, the feeling of his hands setting your body ablaze, leaving goosebumps only the chilly day’s managed to give you in their wake. You felt like you were sweating buckets, yet the warmth radiating off his wide hands (or maybe you were just small) left the rest of your figure feeling frigid.

His lips wet lips met yours, hand meeting your throat as you gasped lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he poked and prodded at your own. You didn’t even have to think about how easily you let him in, you blatantly followed his command no matter what form in came in without a second thought.

Fingers feeling needy, you reached for his belt and he slotted his knee between your thighs, pinning you against the tree for the umpteenth time tonight. However, you didn’t hear a protest or receive a firm look coded with a not-so-hidden message, so you proceeded with your actions, fingers fumbling with the flimsy metal piece until you hear the telltale clanking sound of his belt slithering through the denim loops and clashing against the dirt floor.

His jeans dropped next, nothing to hold them up or keep them in their place as you unzipped them. His shirt had been discarded earlier, just before he got to his knees in front of you, so it was one less article of clothing in your way.

But that didn’t matter, the only one you care about was still on him. Dainty fingers lightly brushed over his bulge, your eyes dropping for just a second to catch a glimpse of his clothed size before you had to tilt your head back up due to the hand holding your throat. It was dark, but your eyes were well adjusted by now; well enough to see the tent his erection formed as you unintentionally teased him.

Your hands were impatient, your whole being was impatient, but you could at least do something about the need to have your hands around him. After practically grabbing his hard-on through his boxers, palming it roughly for just a second, you didn’t even wait to get your hands inside his boxers. Immediately, you tugged your hand up his length, his impressively long length. He groaned, cock already throbbing, twitching at the thought of being buried inside you.

The noise almost took you by surprise, and you were almost proud of yourself for being the cause. You brought your left knee up his thigh, situating it comfortably in the groove of his hip, and pushed down the remaining fabric. His free hand assisted you and helped slide the other end down until he kicked away the item that he’d be searching for in the darkness later.

Digits finding his hardness again as you continued to make out, your thumb carelessly swiped over his slit as you handled his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had you wetter than the brook you were settled by during previous hours. He felt the heat of your fingers disappear, only to return moments later with arousal that couldn’t’ e been just his.

You coated his shaft with your sticky mixture, eliciting a deep groan from the back of Thomas’s throat. Regardless of you having the last few touches that made gave other pleasure, he still wanted to remind you who was really in control.

His fingers tightened around the column of your throat, his body pressing you into the tree even more, hard enough for you to feel each ridge of wood jabbing into your back. You felt his knee pushing up against your cunt, your slick automatically coating his thigh as you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He smirked—you didn’t see—, your actions appearing needy, so much so, that they were almost pathetic.

“It’s hot as fuck knowing I made you this wet, that I got you to the point where you don’t give a fuck about how pathetic you seem, the only thought in your brain is the desire for pleasure. For me to fuck you, huh?” His words were spat with hot breath waving against your cheek, it was hard not to give in and accept his words.

“Please, Tommy… need you inside me,” until the words came out, you weren’t aware of how shameless they’d be, of how much you sounded exactly like he described. “‘nd I know you do too.” you added shortly after in an attempt to recollect some of your dignity. Didn’t work. He saw right through you.

But what did work what the whine you put on his name, the one that few called him, but only you could have him contemplating between fucking you like a normal person, or fucking you for so long and hard that neither of you could walk straight or have any cum left to give. Obviously there was only one choice in his eyes, but you couldn’t see it. You could only see blown pupils, so wide that just a sliver of brown, lust-tainted color rimmed the pitch-black darkness.

You resumed the position you were in earlier; legs squeezed tight around his waist as if your life depended on it, ankles locked in the back, heels digging into his spine a few inches above his tailbone. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, while his hand was settled at the base of yours.

Striving to be a tease, Thomas watched your reactions while he rubbed his tip up and down your wetness, starting from your hole, up to the top of your clit, then back down. Something about the moves, so calculated, so precious, so damn taunting that it almost seemed like he was mocking you, it was all becoming too much. He had been edging you all night—well, enough to to feel like it was all night—that you knew he was nearing the end of his limits as well.

Impatient by nature, Thomas merely gave your throat a warning squeeze before he slipped his tip inside. He may have been ruthless with his teasing, yes, but he wasn’t heartless. He waited, kept his hips still against his own will until you nodded or squeezed his hair each time you wanted him to push in just a smidge further. He praised and affirmed you with words you didn’t even process since the only thing your mind could focus on was the contrast of pleasure with a little bit of sting. You wanted nothing more for him to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking your stupid—and so did he—, but you decided it best for you to take it slow. At first.

Once his hips were flush with yours, hard cock filling you in ways you didn’t even know existed, you adjusted your legs around his waist, shifting until the discomfort went away mostly. You didn’t even nod or give and indignation before you bucked your hips against his, causing a sigh to fall from his pink, kiss-bitten lips, while a light moan fell from yours. He took that as his sign you were ready, and he slowly pulled his hips from yours with a semi-gentle test thrust first before he saw you were okay, then he picked up his pace in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” He groaned against your neck, hot breath symbolizing a warning before his lips were all over the soft skin.

You whimpered, your hands automatically lacing in his hair and tugging at the roots, nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. You don’t know how long your hand stayed like that before realizing you needed something better to grasp, to hold on and cling to like your fate was dependent on it.

One are tucked under his, the other following suit, and soon both hands were clawing down his back, the feeling prompting Thomas to pound away harder. Teeth against your neck let you know that you’d have to wear your hair down for the next few days, and possibly skip meals at the homestead to avoid being seen as well. Even so, you didn’t care right now. You were to wrapped up in the way his fucked into you, mercilessly pounding away at you pussy, the wet squelching sounds coming from where the two of you were connected absolutely sinful.

You knew the gladers had gone to sleep however long ago, but you also knew that a few had a hard time sleeping. Thank god Chuck had knocked out before you came out here.

The threat of getting caught is what caused you to bury your face in his shoulder, head leaning against his outstretched arm that was holding the tree for support. You nips and suck at the skin of his collarbone right where it connects to his shoulder, albeit much weaker and definitely less effort put in than him, but it gives you something to do, along with practically gouging your uneven nails down his sweaty back, to keep your mind off the seething moans that threaten to rip from your throat.

After awhile of hearing you go silent and feeling the pressure of both your lips and fingers on his skin increase, Thomas grows annoyed with your lack of sound. You feel his hand leave your throat, but you don’t exactly process it, your brain overwhelmed with too many things to worry about the loss of touch, but you do feel where it ends up. Your head is abruptly yanked back, yet somehow as gently as possible although is still leaves a pained sensation. Thomas’s fingers were in between the weaves of your—now very loose and incredibly messy—braid, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“Don't muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I'm fucking you.” Without a barrier to block your noises, you let out a moan at his words alone. And then everything comes crashing down. You give up on trying to quiet yourself, only having enough left in you to chase that feeling that leaves you whining incoherent words that maybe he understands, digging and clawing at any available surface you can get you dainty little fingers on (which is most likely his back or shoulder), and letting yourself go completely—letting him take care of you.

And boy does he know how to take care of you. For someone you’ve never spoken a word to until tonight, he knows how to fuck you right. He knows how to have you in his arms, body practically limp and a deadweight which only impales you more on his dick. And when he hears that you’ve given in to more than just his one request by letting your jaw fall slack, any moans or whimpers just free to waltz out, he leans in close to whisper in your ear, voice deep and slightly raspy; “Good girl.”

He feels the way your fingernails grips his shoulders harder, possibly hard enough to draw blood, and the way your already-tight walls clench around him even more. Something in his mind clicks for him that doesn’t for you, probably because your too busy with the way he fills you up so damn well his tip kisses your cervix each time you come back down on him and he fucks back up.

“You like being called a good girl, huh? You like being told how good you feel around me, being praised for doing what I say like the good girl you are?” He knows what he’s doing at this point. But that was stop you from enjoying it nonetheless.

“F—yeah, fuck, I do.” You agree with what little sanity to have left, mustering a nod that almost spends every ounce of energy.

Your eyes have him in a trance; watery, pupils blown, looking up at him with the most innocent looking eyes he could ever think of. Except he knew you weren’t innocent.

“I bet no one else fucks you like this, huh, angel? No one else gives you princess treatment because they’re too busy trying to find a way to get in your panties to even think about treating you right. But a part of you likes it, don’t you?” You merely whined, words failing you as he smirked and kept going. “You like the fact that half the guys here probably jerk off to the thought of you when they’re alone, think of you as some little slut that everyone gets a turn with in their minds. The glade’s own whore, hmm?”

“F-Fuck, Thomas,” you whimper, the feeling his words give you turning into physical pleasure, not just for yourself, but for Thomas as well when he feels your warm walls squeezing around his shaft.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it; just whoring out and fucking every guy in this place? But your so damn innocent—too damn innocent, it’s why half the guys here can’t seem to get their mind off you.” He grunts between thrusts, as if his hips slamming into yours punctuates each word. “Don’t worry, after tonight I think enough people around here will have learned who got to fuck you. I’ll treat you right, princess.”

Both hands clenched at whatever they can, and Thomas feels the crescent-shaped nail marks already imbedding themselves in his shoulder and nose of his neck.

You were getting undeniably closer, and you were afraid that he might edge you again. Hell, you were afraid that you let him have that much power over you. In spite of your efforts, your own voice adding to the ringing in your ears as you bucked your hips downwards— if even possible with the force he had you pressed against the tree with. “Don’t stop… please, please don’t stop, Tommy.” You begged, pathetically desperate for him to finally let you release.

“Only if you keep making those pretty little sounds, angel.” And you did; effortlessly obeying his commands, when in reality it was inevitable that your sounds escaped at some point. You just didn’t hold back at all. At least you didn’t talk to very many people, otherwise they would’ve been suspicious of your barely-there voice if the hadn’t already heard you screaming the night before.

His thrusts became irregular, and at first you thought he was going to tell you that you didn’t do well enough for him, seize yet another orgasm from you like he had been doing all night. What you didn’t realize was that he was slowing down to edge himself, not wanting to cum to early or before you did.

Thomas decided you wouldn’t mind a few scratches on your back, maybe a few splinters, ‘cause it sure as hell looked like you wouldn’t give a damn right now, so he took his supporting hand off the tree and encased it around your throat, admiring the way his hand seemed to swallow you whole. His free hand fled to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud as you cried out his name. It was mindless, you hadn’t even realized it. That’s what made it so fucking hot.

Time and time again, you continued to impress him with how easily you could be controlled, completely fucked out to the point you only knew his name and the word ‘please’. “Atta girl. That’s right, let everyone know who’s fucking you like this.” You whimpered his name again, the word simply rolling off your tongue without a thought. He wasn’t even sure if you said it because you followed orders so well, or if it was really the only thing you could say.

“T-Thomas, shit—fuck, I’m g—” your sentence was left unfinished since you couldn’t breathe, your lungs on fire just like the rest of your skin. It could’ve been from the way Thomas’s hand was unconsciously restricting your airway a little too much, though, once he noticed he eased up. Either way, he got your message loud and clear. And he could feel his own release brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“Please… please don’t stop this time. I-I can’t take it anymore… need to cum.” You whined between shallow breaths before he could even speak.

His pace and force picked up to almost inhuman speeds, basically fucking you into the tree behind you. “I won’t, I promise.”

As if the words didn’t register, mindless pleas were pouring from you, “I have to—’m so close, Tommy, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Me too, alright? So your gonna be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” It wasn’t until his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves he was previously circling, did his words finally sink in.

Along with his gentle demand came your orgasm that you didn’t know had been so close the whole time. Your walls enveloped him so tight he was sure his dick would slip out, but it didn’t. It stayed inside your warm, velvety wetness, twitching but thrusting sloppily throughout your high as his neared.

You were seeing stars, and you were pretty sure they weren’t the ones in the night sky above you. Your nails dug so harshly into his chest and back that your fingers aches, and you could only imagine the number you’d done on him. The feeling was euphoric, sure you’d never come down from the drunken-high feeling. Your thighs shook, muscles spasming as your nerves felt like they were frying at the slight overstimulation he was giving you.

Feeling you cum around him, his cock twitched inside you, soon giving into the demands of your velvety warmth and wet squelching sounds. “Fuck, shit—such a good girl, angel… such a good fucking girl for me.” He moaned out, his voice the softest it’d been yet, but still somehow possessing the same roughness as before.

You felt a hot-warmth gush inside you, your face already buried deep in his shoulder again as you physically could not keep your head up. “Just for you.” You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, his hand coming off your throat to slide around the back of your neck in a somewhat-comforting hold. The feeling of being taken care of.

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

hi! what do you think are the best/most tolerable episodes in season 4 of community? it’s widely regarded as the worst season and I never know which episodes to watch each time I go through a community rewatch binge lol. so, I figured I would consult the encyclopedia! (this is my first time using the ask feature so I apologize if I am not using it correctly)

heyo! this is a great question. I actually have an abbreviated season 4 watchlist that cuts out the worst episodes (in my opinion), while staying comprehensible and making sure you're still able to follow the season's overarching plots:

4x01: history 101

4x03: conventions of space and time*

4x05: cooperative escapism in familial relations*

4x06: advanced documentary filmmaking

4x08: herstory of dance

4x11: basic human anatomy*

4x12: heroic origins*

4x13: advanced introduction to finality

the episodes with asterisks* are the ones I actually really enjoy watching. the others on the list are pretty mid, but are, in my opinion, important enough to the overarching plot and character development to be worth watching. when I'm showing other people season 4 for the first time, I adhere to this watchlist lol.

I’m going to do some (hopefully quick) explanations of how I came up with this list, but you don't have to read it if you don't want to lol:

✅ history 101: it's the first episode of the season, so it really does set the tone and establish some important details (jeff wants to graduate early, troy and britta are dating, this is their last year at greendale, etc.) as with most of season 4, the weirdness seems really contrived and unnatural, but it does have its moments of being genuinely funny. it's also a pretty abed-centric episode, which is always a bonus lol

❌ paranormal parentage: I don’t hate this episode, but it's just kind of boring and doesn't really add anything to the season. I love megan ganz but... yeah. a lot of the jokes seem forced, and there's way too much pierce for my liking. there are a couple good one liners ("you should probably tell your boyfriend's boyfriend" "I remember when this show was about community college") and it does help set up jeff finally contacting his dad, but imo it doesn't quite make the episode worth watching

✅ conventions of space and time: I’ve heard that some people hate this episode? couldn't be me. way too much trobed for me to hate it lmao. there is a lot of jeffannie in it too, but that resolves with the conclusion that annie is just a romantic who loves to fantasize, and doesn't actually have real feelings for jeff. it actually fuels my lesbiannie agenda tbh, because she is evidently just in love with the idea of a man but doesn't actually put that into practice. but that's another post lmao. we have some great one-liners, we have britta helping troy through his jealousy, we have "troy will find me :)" we have some more inspector spacetime lore, etc etc. I love this episode and rewatch it frequently.

❌ alternative history of the german invasion: for me, this episode has almost zero redeeming qualities. the jokes are lame, I hate professor cornwallis, there is so much discontinuity, it has zero importance in the bigger picture of the season and the show, it's out of character, etc. the one thing I like is the end tag.

✅ cooperative escapism in familial relations: this is a big one for me. I never see people talking about it, but to me this episode is one of season 4's saviors. we have HUGE jeff development, jeffbritta moments, some much needed shirley screentime and development, some great jokes ("-to eat garbage dip WHY DID I HAVE TO GO THIRD), classic trobedison shenanigans, and the shawshank redemption homage is very funny to me. plus! adam devine cameo! I like this episode more every time I watch it. unsung hero fr.

✅ advanced documentary filmmaking: okay so I won’t lie, I fucking HATE the changnesia arc. I think it is so incredibly stupid and uncreative. there are a million different and better ways they could have brought him back. but, this episode is just too important in the season's development to skip. and, honestly, if I ignore the whole premise, there are a lot of funny bits and jokes in this one. troy constantly smiling at the camera (read: smiling at abed), troy and annie being the silliest ever, jeff's trust issues, and ken jeong is truly very funny, I just hate this arc so much. but ultimately it's too important to cut. imo.

❌ economics of marine biology: I basically feel the same about this one as I do about alternative history of the german invasion. it's boring, the premise is stupid, it's out of character, it's unfunny, the guest character is lame, and it's pointless to the overall plot. abed and the delta cubes is a little bit funny? and I guess you could argue that the jeff and pierce development is important? but I’d refute that very quickly. it's pierce, who cares. not. worth. it.

✅ herstory of dance: this episode is honestly the upper end of mid, but it has enough good jokes and development to make it worth it. it is also Very abed-centric, which we've established is always a plus imo, and his whole bit with going on two dates at once is very in character. he also meets rachel, who comes back in season 5, so that's important. it also has some great jeff & britta development!!! which is sort of few and far between in the later seasons!!! yippee!!!

❌ intro to felt surrogacy: tied for my least favorite community episode of all time. it's clear they tried to do something similar to what they did with abed's uncontrollable christmas, but it is so incredibly contrived that it is physically painful to watch. I hate the puppets. the hot air balloon story is so stupid and out of character. the songs are bad. how dare they sully the legacy of my third favorite episode (lmao). the only redeeming qualities are troy as a whole (all of his lines are good, and that moment when he pretends his puppet is falling asleep is very funny), and the fact that pierce is not physically in it. but those do not make up for how horrific the rest of it is. in my opinion. haha.

❌ intro to knots: once again! Tied For My Least Favorite Community Episode! they're right next to each other, how convenient. and again: bad jokes, bad premise, I fucking hate professor cornwallis, the changnesia shit is back, the plot is ALL over the place, there is little to no actual character development, the dialogue just goes in circles, and it ends with a random litter of kittens that are never mentioned again??? I guess the only mildly important thing is the end tag with the evil study group, which comes back during the season finale. but yeah. not worth it. disgusting.

✅ basic human anatomy: and here we have a HUGE jump from the last one. this is my favorite season 4 episode, and is probably in my top 15 from the entire show. I could talk about this episode for hours. the troy development alone is so so so good and important. add abed into the mix and Oh Boy!!! britta is great in this one, jeff and the dean's whole thing is so fucking funny, shirley and annie competing against leonard for valedictorian on a technicality is very in character and silly, danny and donald's acting in this one is commendable, etc etc etc. there really isn't much, if anything, I dislike about this episode. jim rash being the credited writer makes me love him even more. legendary. outstanding.

✅ heroic origins: I actually really like this episode. it does still have that sort of unnatural and off-putting vibe that the majority of season 4 has, but I think it holds up. it's in character, it has some great jokes and one-liners, and although it does have its moments of discontinuity, it does a surprisingly good job of staying compliant with what has already been established. certainly much better than alternative history of the german invasion. abed's whole bit with the star wars prequels makes me laugh, the annie's boobs lore, footage of annie and troy in high school (surprisingly well done if you ignore the discontinuity of troy's injury), etc. it's also massively important for the overarching season plot, and we finally get to the conclusion of the stupid changnesia arc. I could go on and on, there's just a ton of really cool callbacks (including one to the pilot, which I only noticed a few months ago and am obsessed with), and I just. wasn't expecting this one to work out as well as it did. pleasantly surprised, all in all.

✅ advanced introduction to finality: this one is not great tbh, but it's too important plot-wise to skip. and, I mean, it does have some good moments. abed immediately recognizing evil jeff, the whole thing being in jeff's head a la remedial chaos all being in abed's head (insert something about how this being yet another demonstration of how fundamentally jeff and abed understand each other, which I could expand way more on but won't in this particular post), season 2 of the cape, "one of us is out of bullets" "is it you" "...yeah" "why would you tell me that," and more. overall, yeah, worth watching imo.

I do also want to say that I think season 4 is a bit overhated. I do agree that it is the worst season, I think most of us can agree that that is an objective truth, but it does have its moments and I do get slightly frustrated when people write the entire season off.

I’m also happy to hear anyone else's opinions on what you think is/isn't worth watching in season 4, especially if you really strongly disagree with me. I’m curious to what your reasoning is lmao.

okay! this is definitely way more elaboration than you needed, but I hope this was helpful 💯💯💯

[neptuneiris]

Hi, dear! 🌺

Feel free to ignore this message. You are the only HotD author to whom I’m subscribed, so it feels like you are my only option for asking assistance. I need help finding Aemond x reader AU fic. I searched through all of my saved fics, searched through Tumblr tags and nothing. So I thought maybe you and your subscribers can help me.

So in this fic Aemond is king and married to Floris. Reader is her lady in waiting (I think) and also Aemond’s mistress. Floris is seemingly okay with the whole arrangement, but other ladies at court are nasty towards Reader. It makes her rethink the arrangement, she tries to break whatever relationship she has with Aemond. In the end (if I remember correctly) Aemond creates special position at court just for her and Floris is totally okay with that.

Thank you if you end up posting this message on your blog and thank you to whoever identifies this fic and its author ❤️

oh sweetheart the truth is that I have no idea what the name of that fic is but hopefully the people who follow me and my mutuals will help us 🙏🏻 please help us find the fic, I would appreciate it very much🥺

[ruggiethethuggie]

Cooking with Chef Ruggie

Summary: You've been enrolled in culinary school for a few months now. Today's task- making Fondant Potatoes with your assigned partner, Mr. Ruggie Bucchi.

WC: 3382 Tags: one shot, fluff, culinary school, gn!reader, this has an actual recipe you can follow lmao, Ruggie is really good at cooking, he's also so helpful, mild cussing

a/n: thank you @the-dumber-scaramouche for this super cute, uwu idea! I can't wait to see and read about your chef oc ❤️

You came into class, looking at the board behind your professor to see what was in store for the day. You had been in culinary school for a few months now and every day your professor would write on the board something relative to your lesson for the day. To your surprise, the board simply just said “pommes fondant”, or Fondant Potatoes. Your lesson from the day before dealt with the different types of oils and how each affects the searing of different foods and can even help infuse flavors into them when used correctly. Fondant potatoes were seared on both sides, so you figured it made sense to be in today's lesson, but what was your professor going to do- make them for the class?

The professor got up from his desk once the clock struck the hour; he never missed a second of teaching. It was clear from his enthusiasm every day that he thoroughly enjoyed what he did. “Alright, so can everyone see the board? This is what we have going on today,” he started to say. Around the room you could hear the oo’s and ah’s of the other students. Fondant potatoes weren’t ever something you really experienced; simple as they were, it was still a nicer way to make potatoes. You were just used to the regular baked and french fries variety.

“So are you making these for us then?” you heard one of the cheekier students ask as he raised his hand, smirking at his friends around him. The professor chuckled for a moment and shook his head. “Actually, no. You all are going to make these. You’ll be in the kitchen today. Each of you has been assigned a partner, so lean on them and help each other. You’re not only going to be graded in technique and execution of the recipe, but also how well you work with others. I’m watching,” he said, giving a few students an obvious side eye. Your fellow students seemed pretty excited about being able to work in the kitchen today, already chatting amongst themselves as the professor started to go through his list and read off the assigned pairings.

“Y/N,” he said. Your ears perked up, waiting for him to tell you who would be your partner today, hopefully not that obnoxious guy across the room. You knew he would just shittily try to do the recipe by himself because “he just knows better” and would ruin it, leaving you with a bad grade without even being given a chance. “Your partner is,” he said, running his hand across his paper, “Ruggie”. He pointed out the student a few tables over from you. Honestly, you had ever really noticed him, which was surprising to you. He was not bad to look at, and the way his messy, biscuit brown hair kissed the side of his face and forehead made it hard for you not to swoon over. 

He got up from his table and made his way to the back where the kitchen setups were, you took it as a sign and also got up and made your way back there. Ruggie was looking at the recipe sitting on the counter as you approached the work space. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand to him. He looked up at you as he put the card down and smiled, taking your hand and shaking it. “Ruggie,” he said. You let go of his hand, but couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt in yours. “So… have you ever made these before?” you asked as you picked up the recipe card and started reading it. “Yeah, a time or two before. They’re not that hard to make, just have to take your time with it,” he said confidently. “You?” You looked up from the card, meeting his eyes. For a moment, you lost all thought process, getting lost in the cool, blue-gray hues of his them. “Hello?” he said, confused. “I-I’m sorry,” you said looking back at the card. “I haven’t made them before. I’ve never even eaten them, but they look really good from the picture.”

Ruggie took the card from your hand, looking it over once more, and placed it on the counter. “That’s ok. If you don’t care, I can kinda take the lead if you want. I’ll share all my secrets with you,” he said, putting his hand behind his head and grinning. “Sure, I don’t mind. I have no clue what I’m doing with these,” you said, laughing back. “So where do we start?” you asked as you made your way to the sink to wash your hands. Ruggie followed suit and washed his hands as you dried yours. “Well, we start with the Yukon potatoes, gotta slice ‘em a certain way,” he said. You nodded as you grabbed the potatoes from the ingredients provided by the professor on the counter, taking them to the sink and washing them. “So how do you have to slice them?” you said, bringing the now washed potatoes over to Ruggie. Ruggie had out a cutting board and knife, ready to start his prep. “Well, the potatoes are supposed to be thick, but will melt in your mouth when you eat them. So you take em,” he said, grabbing a potato,” and cut like this.” You watched as he finished cutting them all. “Wait, these in the picture don’t have skins like these,” you said looking back and forth at the potatoes he had cut and the picture on the card. “Yep! That’s where the next step comes in,” he hummed. “Look in that drawer over there and see if there’s like a round cookie cutter in it.” He gestured his head to one of the drawers near the sink behind him. You opened it and dug through all the utensils in it; finally, you found a round cookie cutter. “Here ya go,” you said as you handed it to him. “Thanks.”He smiled.

He took the cookie cutter and used it to cut the center of the potatoes, making them look like little cylinders. “Ohhhh, that’s pretty neat. Looks cool,” you said in awe. “It ain’t that special,” he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Yeah, well to me that looks pretty cool.” Ruggie chuckled again. “Alright, so next we gotta get the pan and oven ready. Could you preheat it to 450 degrees for me, please, while I finish these up? Then we just need a good sized skillet for ‘em.” You nodded as you went to the oven and set it to preheat like he instructed. You found a bigger skillet in the cupboard and held it up. “This a good size?”

Ruggie looked over and nodded. He was busy patting the potatoes dry, trying to get rid of the starchy juices that came from cutting them. You put it on the eye, turning the heat on to medium. You glanced at the recipe to see what was next. You took the avocado oil sitting out and used it to grease the pan. Ruggie just smiled as he watched you work, seasoning his potatoes with salt and pepper. “Alright, the oil is about ready for the potatoes. Time to get to searin’,” you joked as you took each potato and gently put it in the pan. Ruggie shook his head at your silliness, grabbing the herbs and cloves of garlic from the ingredients. You could see him out of the corner of your eye as he crushed the garlic. As much as you wanted to watch how he smashed it so easily with the muscles in his arm flexing each time, your mind was preoccupied with watching the potatoes on the stovetop. Once golden on the underside, you had to flip them over to sear the other side.

“Wow, that looks amazing. The sear is like.. perfect,” Ruggie said, peering over your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m like an expert searer actually. I actually got a National prize for it,” you teased. Ruggie gave you a stare, still smiling at you though. “Wow, I had no idea my partner today was a world renowned chef already. Guess I don’t have to do anything else then, shishishi,” he snickered. He picked up his dirty cutting board and knives he used and put them in the sink. You could hear him run the water for a second and turn it off behind you, so you turned around to see what he was doing. He came back to the counter with a wet paper towel and cleaned it. Wow, he seems pretty chill. Not to mention, he cooks and cleans? Seems like a house husband, you thought to yourself.

“Okay, so the recipe says once seared to add the herbs and butter into the pan. Could you grab me the butter, Ruggie?” you asked. To your surprise, Ruggie laughed at your request. Nothing is funny? “We don’t need butter, I got something better,” he beamed. “But the recipe says to use butter?” you said, confused at what he was planning. “Yeah, it does. But think of it… more like a suggestion,” he said as he took a few steps backwards out of the work space and then scurried to the back of the room. Past the workspaces were the bigger fridges and pantries. They had extra ingredients and were free to use if the students chose to. Ruggie came back a few moments later, a container in his hand. He brought it to you and let you read the label. “Beef fat?” you said looking at him. “Shh, shh. Don’t say it too loud,” he said looking around. “Can’t have these other guys knowin’ our secrets, now can we?” 

You shrugged and complied with his suggestion, adding it to the pan. Ruggie put in the sprigs of thyme and rosemary and then the crushed garlic. He happily smelt the air above the pan, closing his eyes to really take it in. “Wow, it smells so good already. These are gonna be so good. I can’t wait to eat later,” he purred. You used a spoon to help glaze the tops of the potatoes with the liquid. “So, why the beef fat? What difference does that make?” you asked curiously. Ruggie grinned wide as he answered. “Well, ya see, the beef fat actually gives it more flavor than just regular old butter. You kinda get some of that beefiness infused in the potatoes. It’s not like they taste like beef, but damn does it makes ‘em taste way better.”

“Time for the oven now, right?” you asked, taking the food off the eye. “You got it, that’s right,” Ruggie said, snapping his finger at you. You put the pan in the oven carefully. You brushed your hands together and looked at Ruggie. “And now we wait,” you said smiling. “How long are they in there for?” You picked up the card off the counter to check. “Uh, about 25 to 30 minutes, gotta make sure they’re nice and tender,” Ruggie chuckled. He wiped his own hands off on the hand towel by the oven and set the timer. “So what made you join culinary school, wanna own a restaurant or something?” he asked.

“No, not really. Truthfully, I don’t even know what I want to do after this,” you groaned. “I like the idea of owning one, but I don’t know if it’s for me. I just love the idea of marrying flavors together, putting stuff together. The look on people’s faces when they eat my food? Man, it makes my heart full. I just- I like it, that’s all.” You stopped yourself from saying any more, not wanting to talk about yourself too much and sound vain. Ruggie looked at you pleased, content listening to you talk about your passions. “What about you, Ruggie?”

“Oh, me?” he said. “Well, shishishi. I work a lot of side jobs to make money. Catering is one of my biggest payers, but you can make a lot more as one of the cooks. So I’m here to finish school so I can do that, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll own my own catering place.” He was leaning his back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t speak with the same passion as you did, but it was obvious he enjoyed cooking. “You seem like you know your way around the kitchen. The places never let you cook before?” you asked.

“I mean, one of the catering places had this chef who was super chill. He taught me a lot when I worked there, even how to make these,” he said pointing at the recipe card. “He doesn’t do catering any more so I can’t work with him. But he would always show me stuff if he had the chance.” You nodded your head at his response. “That’s cool, sorry you don’t get to see him really now. Why do you work so many jobs anyway? You don’t look old enough to have a shit ton of debt,” you asked curiously. Part of you wondered if you were prying too much. “Well, someone’s gotta pay my bills.” He laughed. “I just don’t like the idea of struggling, so I work a lot so I won’t ever have to.”

He smiled softly at you, making you look away and try to find something else to put in your line of view. You were trying so hard to not seem flustered, to not seem weird. You were brought back to reality as Ruggie approached you, his arm reaching in your direction. Oh god, what is he doing? What is happening? He smiled as his arm went behind you; you closed your eyes shut trying to process what was happening. And then you heard it- the beep on the stove as Ruggie turned the timer off behind you. “Sorry, ‘scuse me,” he said as he grabbed the oven handle to open the door. You were so in your head about Ruggie, you didn’t even notice the timer was going off. You moved out of his way so he could take the pan out. Now you just felt stupid for thinking it was something more than that.

Ruggie took the pan and put it on one of the unused eyes on the stovetop. The potatoes were glistening under the lights, they looked perfect in every way, in your opinion. You took a spoon and used it to glaze them some more with the juices in the pan, only making them shine more. “These … look so good,” you whispered. “Wait til teach tries ‘em. We’re definitely getting a good grade on this little lab,” Ruggie purred. “Well, we gotta plate them first,” you laughed. Without even finishing your sentence, Ruggie was grabbing two plates from the cabinet. He put them both down on the counter. “Y’know, I’m no good at this plating stuff,” he nervously laughed.

“No biggie, I love plating. It’s a way for me to show my creativity,” you said as you gently started placing some of the potatoes on one plate. Ruggie watched as you carefully plated them and then lightly glazed them with more pan sauce. “Your plating is so clean. What’s your trick?” He smiled. You shrugged your shoulders and gave him an “I don’t know” look as you laughed a bit. “I guess I’m just that good,” you said with another laugh. “But really, it’s just taking your time with it. If you go too fast, the juices and everything spill and then it just looks sloppy.”

Ruggie nodded his head as he gestured to your professor walking around the workspaces. “Check it out, teach,” he hummed as he made a ta-da gesture to the plated Fondant potatoes. The professor gave a look full of surprise and excitement. “Wow, they sure do look amazing! Guess I’ll have to try them out,” he gleefully said as he picked up a fork and cut the potato. The fork easily glided through the potato, it was so tender. As he took his bite, the teacher closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Now that is delicious,” he hummed. Ruggie looked at you with a beaming smile. “So?” Ruggie said to your professor, waiting for him to finish.

“Well you two definitely pass, with flying colors even. But I gotta know, what’d you put in this?” You smiled widely, excited to boast about your food. “Well we actually used-“ you started to say. Ruggie cut you off before you could say anything more. “We can’t give away all our secrets. Not even to you, teach,” he snickered. Your professor hummed in amusement. “You’re right. A good chef never tells his secrets. Once you two are done cleaning up, you can have whatever food you have leftover and leave for the day. Great work, guys!” And with that, he left and it was just you and Ruggie once more.

Ruggie turned to look at you. “So whatcha wanna clean? I’ll do whatever you don’t wanna do. I don’t mind,” he said sweetly. You looked at the work space and your eyes trailed to the sink full of dirty dishes. “Uh, is it bad if I hate doing dishes?” you asked coyly. Ruggie shook his head and grinned. “No, not at all. I’ll do ‘em.” Ruggie made his way over to the sink, rolled his sleeves up, and started the water. You grabbed a few paper towels and used the running water he had going to get them wet. You finished up wiping down the counters and putting stuff away as Ruggie was washing the dishes. 

Ruggie could see you eyeing the plate of potatoes from the corner of his eye. “You can go ‘head and eat some while you wait on me,” he snickered. “Are you sure? I can wait, it’s ok,” you tried to reassure him. But truthfully, your mouth was watering so bad, you wanted them now. “Shishishi, yeah. Eat away, just leave me some,” he said with a wink. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were already at the plate and grabbing your fork. You cut up one of the potatoes and took the small piece into your mouth.

Your taste buds exploded in joy. The amount of flavor that came from every bite was intoxicating. You never knew potatoes could taste this good. The sear on the top and bottom gave a nice, crunchy contrast to the soft, tender inside. You felt bad as you looked at Ruggie from the other counter. He worked just as hard as you did today and he’s still doing dishes and can’t enjoy his own food. But there was one way he could enjoy it with you.

“Open,” you said as you held the fork with a potato on it close to his face. He looked over and laughed at the display. “Feeding me? Like a baby?” he teased. “Oh come on, I feel bad I’m over here pigging out and you’re still doing stuff,” you said. You gave him a pleading face and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. Fine,” he said quietly. He let you feed him the potato; his face giving the same expression you did when you ate them. “They’re so good, damn. We did a good job,” Ruggie hummed as he finished the potato. You took turns taking bites for yourself and feeding Ruggie bites afterwards.

Soon enough the plate was finished, and Ruggie took it and the fork from your hands. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to get done. As Ruggie finished and drained the sink, you handed him the hand towel that was hanging on the oven handle. “Y’know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Ruggie said with a chuckle as he dried his hands off. “You think so? I mean I guess we do work pretty well together,” you grinned. “Yeah, we do,” he said, smiling back. “Maybe next time he’ll let us pick our partners, that way I can pick you and we can bring our A game again.” Ruggie lifted up his hand, holding it there for a high five. You laughed and gave him one. “Yeah, together.”

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[codgod]

OKAY. slightly more comprehensive and hopefully more useful tips for writing qmariana because the other post i made was kinda a mess. this one also is but hopefully less so. this is basically me expounding upon everything i already said + adding info from a lot of the tags i got on the original post pointing out stuff i didn’t mention

also going to mention again that a lot of this IS related to slimeriana because that’s the main flavour of qsmp fics i read BUT they should all work as general pointers. slimeriana are just gonna end up as my go-to examples for what i’m talking about. and second disclaimer that i barely speak even basic spanish so there are probs gonna be even more things i may have missed or messed up, i’m forging through with the power of youtube auto translate

all that said, here:

he’s not great at speaking english —

it is okay to write a character not being good at speaking a language! i don’t know why everyone seems to be fine with writing charlie speaking broken spanish but not the other way around. so many times i’ve seen him written as speaking perfect english and then just sometimes swearing or having a few lines of dialogue in spanish, if even that. that is simply just not how he talks

common things i personally have noticed mariana does: repeats words, says words that sound similar to the one he wants but not Quite [think words that rhyme or have a similar sound to them, like nipples and pimples lol], he’ll often get frustrated and switch back to spanish and just rely on the translator, especially for longer or more complex sentences/statements, there’ll sometimes be pauses between words or he talks slowly. he tries his best to speak english around the english speaking server members but again, will also just speak spanish and use the translator if he’s gonna be talking a lot

other small things: he swears quite a bit, and has a few favourites [namely mamahuevo (eng equivalent is cocksucker) is the one that comes to mind. and i don’t feel like i’m writing this out correctly but also chinga tu madre (fuck you/fuck your mother? i think?). in english the first one that comes to mind is motherfucker]. also calls kids mami/papi a lot, not even just juanaflippa

he’s almost always written as either too nice OR too mean —

he’s not a one-dimensional piece of paper just there to either dote on slime or make his life hell. he jokes and teases and he has a bit of a harsh sense of humour sometimes, but he’s very rarely malicious in his actions. if he’s really in the wrong about something he’ll get defensive, but will eventually end up apologising

that said, again, he’s not always nice! he gives as good as he gets when slime picks fights with him, he and bobby had a very playfully antagonistic relationship as far as i could tell. it’s like picking playful fights is part of his love language

he was always very sweet to juanaflippa though :D except a few teasing jokes here and there. he was a good dad, besides the murder JHVSJD

speaking of his sense of humour —

it can be very… blunt? for lack of a better word? he says some bizarre shit with a completely straight face. best example i can think of is him suggesting he and charlie could play a porn game together because they wouldn’t have to talk. obviously that’s cc not character, but it carries over. or, alternatively, the circumcision bit on day 1. basically if u watch charlie more, look at his sense of humour and translate it into spanish — there’s a reason they get along so well :D zero normal people in this relationship. the most you’ll get is them occasionally passing the “straight man” role back and forth, getting bewildered at each other but ultimately going along with whatever the bit is

he’s not a cheater! —

i know. i know ppl like the angst. but he never actually cheated on slime, not beyond being kinda flirty with other men but then pulling back and saying he was married whenever they returned that energy. he’s a bitch, but a loyal one /silly

but seriously, qmariana loves his family so much. he always wanted things to work out between him and slime. the only mc skin of his that actually shows his hands has him wearing his wedding ring, for christs sake. he’s not an absentee father, and he’s not a cheater, he just likes to joke flirt with his friends

he’s very open about his emotions! —

i have never once known this man to hide his feelings or be stoic in any situation. if he’s sad he cries, if he’s angry or frustrated he yells and swears, if he’s happy he laughs. if you are writing mariana as a person to keep his feelings hidden you are Doing It Wrong. the most he might do is hide one emotion behind another, but he’s almost always showing something

he LOVES music —

this man will sing at any given opportunity. he quotes song lyrics out of nowhere constantly. english, spanish, doesn’t matter, he loves music. it is literally always worth it to have him singing a lullaby to juanaflippa in a fic because it is both very in character and very cute

[darlingvernon]

you’ve got mail! | 02.

Author: darlingvernon (prev nonrevblr)

Pairing: Chwe Hansol x Fem Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, college au, penpal au

Rating: 18+

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3,603

Description: The concept of Equivalent Exchange is not foreign to you, and since you need Jeonghan to participate in a Social Experiment for your Psych Thesis, you inevitably have to participate in his too. It isn’t the walk in the park you thought it would be, especially when your penpal Vernon keeps knocking down the walls that you’ve built; scratching an itch you couldn’t reach.

Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy! Please send me an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list :)

“Goddamnit,” you curse, pacing the room with your phone glued to your ear while waiting on hold for the hostess to get back to you.

Grabbing the empty glass from the desk, you head over to the kitchen sink and refill it. The cool water coursing through your veins does very little to soothe you and as you resist the urge to find out how much time has passed, the pit in your stomach deepens. Frustrated, you rub your hand over your face and resume your pacing.

The invitation that your office chair offers is far too tempting, so you deposit yourself in it, drumming your fingers against the oak to the tune of the dreadful hold music playing through your phone. Almost all companies use the same standard tune and it boggles your mind, because the melody doesn’t convince you to want to stay on the line. 

Rather, it has the opposite effect, making you want to bash your head against the wall before jumping out the window. 

Okay, that’s a little dramatic, you think to yourself as you grab your pen and proceed to draw circles on the notepad that it was on. Even though you only feel this way because of the stress of current events, you promise your future self to choose a different type of tune to play as your on hold music, when you finally become the career woman you have been working hard to be.

But, you barely have time to think about that when you’re still trying to solve the issue at hand, one that may prove to derail your entire social experiment. 

As you long to hear the voice of the hostess who hopefully has some good news to deliver, you sit back and wonder how this could have happened. A meticulous planner like yourself couldn’t have made such a simple error. You made sure to check the dates twice, thrice even, before making the bookings because Crema is on the fancier side, especially with their price point still on the affordable end. They were bound to be busy, so you made sure to plan every single detail to a tee. 

“Y/N, are you still there?” Lisa, the hostess, breaks through your thoughts.

“How did you go?” you ask, making sure to cross your fingers in the process. “Is everything all good?”

“First, I’d like to apologise about what’s happened.” Lisa offers and the anxiety grows in your stomach. “The person you spoke with when you made the bookings was only a trainee, and that happened to be his first day on the job. He should never have confirmed those dates without checking with a more senior hostess or the manager.”

The grip you have on your phone tightens as you wait for her to drop the bomb that will blow up your entire project.

“Luckily, he at least entered them correctly on our Reservations system,” Lisa reveals and you almost want to reach through the phone and hug her. “So, the five dates you’ve booked for are secured and we’ll be seeing Jaebeom and Patricia tonight.”

Shooting up from your chair, you pull the phone away from your ear and dance in celebration. “Thank you so, so much,” you reply cheerily and the hostess giggles, clearly having heard your little jig but you can’t even find it in yourself to care at the moment. “I truly appreciate your hard work and I’m glad they’ll be in good hands.“

Goodbyes are exchanged and your eyes close in relief as soon as the line goes dead. Allowing your feet to carry you towards the bed, you unceremoniously dump your whole weight on it, bouncing twice on the mattress beneath you. The tension slowly releases from your body, the further your body sags into the bedding.

Before you can relax further, a familiar ring tone filters through the air, interrupting your peace. Not bothering to look at your phone, you swipe to answer.

“Hannie, if you’ve got a problem, I’m hanging up,” you desperately warn him.

“What the hell is up your butt?” Jeonghan asks incredulously.

You sigh, “I’ll tell you next time, let’s deal with this first. Do you bring good news or bad news?”

“It’s neither,” he answers and you’re thankful that he doesn’t prod further. “I’m just about to head out to meet Stephanie at Wonderland, but I’m no psychic. How am I supposed to know where to meet her and what she looks like?”

“Ah yes, I’m sorry, I was meant to send you a text but then my whole thesis was on the brink of collapsing.” You remember now. “Yes, please meet her at the ticket booth. She’ll be wearing a white shirt filled with sunflowers. What about you? Are you gonna be sticking out like a sore thumb or what?”

“God, you’re s—”

“Dramatic? Yes, I know.”

“Actually, I was going to say ‘a pain in my ass’,” he corrects and you roll your eyes, even though you know he can’t see you. “I’ve got a Spider Man shirt on, if that helps?”

“Nice! Yeah, I’ll let her know. Try to have fun out there and don’t forget to let me know all about it.”

“Yeah, we will.” He laughs. “Wait, before you go, you need to hold up your part of the deal too.”

Sitting up at the mention of your pen pal, you’re apologetic to Jeonghan. “Shit, I can’t believe I forgot. I’ll get on to it tonight as well. I promise!”

“Sounds good. Good luck to both of us, I guess.”

“Yeah, we’ll need it. Bye!”

Once you hang up, you bury your face on your pillows and allow yourself a few minutes more to relax. Slowly sliding out of bed, you trudge over to your desk where your laptop is, stretching your neck along the way to release the last bits of stress from your last predicament. 

With newfound determination, you turn on your laptop and log in to the dummy email that Jeonghan had given you, preparing yourself to get in contact with your pen pal.

As you wait for the page to load, grumbling about how your college should really have much better Wi-Fi, it dawns on you that Jeonghan hasn’t given you the topic you’re supposed to discuss, nor has he provided your pen pal’s details. Just as you’re about to reach for your phone to call and ask him about it, your laptop notification sounds off and grabs your attention.

‘You’ve Got Mail!’ it reads.

Suddenly, you remember the conversation that you had with Jeonghan back in the library all those weeks ago. He mentioned that your pen pal would be the one to reach out first and sure enough, the email is there as soon as you close off the dialogue box. Quickly skimming through, you realise that this was sent to you a few days ago and it’s probably why Jeonghan asked you to start tonight. 

Sighing, you make a mental note to apologise to your pen pal about the tardiness of your reply.

[To: gm@attaca-uni.edu] [From: bb@attaca-uni.edu] [Subject: ice cream]

hi there,

uhh, this is bands boy (*cringe i’m so sorry, jeonghan made this username for me T-T) and i’m your new pen pal

i’m not really supposed to give out my real name or anything that may reveal who i really am, though jeonghan did say that you knew that i was one of his frat brothers? 

i’m also a music major and i love anything to do with cats

how do you know him and how did you get roped into this?

jeonghan also mentioned that he’s already told you how this is all going to work with the topics, so let’s get down to business i guess. the question of the week (sorry for the spoiler in the title lol) is:

“what is your favourite ice cream?”

yeah, i know. random as fuck. i’m guessing he wants us to start off easy then he’s probably going to make us suffer later am i right? haha 

anyway, i’m super boring and i generally like all flavours — i mean ice cream is ice cream, it’s always gonna be delicious — but if i had to choose, i’m going with chocolate. yeah… boring haha. 

well, i guess it’s your turn now. i look forward to hearing from you.

bands boy, signing out

He’s funny, you think to yourself, cheeks hurting from all the smiling you’ve been doing as you read his email. All the thoughts you had about how boring this pen pal business was gonna be, can now be thrown out the window and set on fire, never to be seen again. 

Preparing yourself to write back, you reach over for your pen and notepad, making sure you jot down the important things that you need to reply to as you read his email a second time. A third for good measure. The fourth read through almost makes you want to admit something else until you remember that he’s been waiting three whole days for you to reply.

Taking a deep breath, you stretch your limbs and touch your fingertips to the keyboard.

[To: bb@attaca-uni.edu] [From: gm@attaca-uni.edu] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 6:40PM]

well, hello there, bands boy.

i am so, so sorry that my reply has been delayed! i swear i didn’t mean to ghost you. it’s just that my psych thesis (spoiler alert: that’s how i know jeonghan) was kicking my ass this week so it completely slipped my mind to check my email. please forgive me T-T

also, if it’s any consolation, jeonghan also gave me a username that’s equally as cringe. you can call me girl magnetic *shudders* i’ll tell you all about it if you tell me what the go is with bands boy? no pressure though!

a music major, huh? that’s so neat! as i said before, i’m a psych major so jeonghan roped me into this because he’s helping me with my thesis too. 

also, i don’t view cats the same i’m sorry T-T i sure love dogs though!

so, he wants to know about our fave ice cream flavour? that is random haha. you’re probably right though and we have to suffer later… but it’s okay. i’ll just kick his ass :)

hmm… i’d have to say that i am just as boring as you because ice cream is ice cream — you’re so right — but coffee flavour is the one that gets me going. actually, coffee in general gets me going dfsdkdsfjdkj

anyway, that’s it from me. for now i guess? lol? i look forward to hearing from you… too?

kind regards, girl magnetic

Whoosh! There goes your email.

Feeling accomplished, you give yourself a congratulatory pat on the back and relax in your seat. At least, until something in your email catches your eye. “Kind Regards?” you read the offending words out loud. “Kind Regards?! Did I really just say that? God, can I be any more embarrassing?”

Sighing, you reach for your phone and quickly browse through every social media platform you use, to distract yourself from your blunder.

Several miles away, Vernon is intently staring at his laptop screen, trying to think of a way to word a particular sentence for the essay he’s working on. He’s been stuck at this point much longer than he’d like and before he can think of having a break, a dialogue box pops up, informing him of his pen pal’s response.

A welcome distraction, he smiles as his eyes glide through the words from your email. As he reads on, thoughts about who you could be and what you could look like run rampant in his mind. He decides that a second read through is required so that he can analyse your message further.

From the teasing way you started the email, to the sweet apology of your tardiness and especially the way you talk about Jeonghan, makes him more interested in getting to know you than he initially planned. He laughs as soon as your username Girl Magnetic sinks in, not because he thinks it’s funny, but because you do seem to have that aura about you, based on these few paragraphs alone.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity he’s been given, he throws all caution to the wind, typing away his response and hitting send before he can regret it.

Ping! You’ve Got Mail!

Confused, you lean back to check the time on the microwave that’s tucked away in the corner of your kitchen, squinting as you do so. Six Forty-Five. It’s only been five minutes since you sent your reply and you can’t believe he’s already responded. His swiftness takes you by surprise considering you’re still reeling from the awkward ending of your previous email. With a sigh, you bite the bullet and open his message.

[To: Girl Magnetic] [From: Bands Boy] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 6:45PM]

hey there, girl magnetic

don’t even sweat it. jeonghan warned me that you’d be too busy to reply straight away. but, he did ask me today if you’ve already sent a reply. so if he was on your ass, sorry about that.

he mentioned that you would be contacting me tonight so that’s why i saw your message and now i’ve replied really quickly but i hope that it doesn’t make me seem eager… i’m babbling aren’t i? haha

so you want to know about bands boy? ah, it’s very embarrassing but since you’ve sweetened the deal, i’ll tell you about it. 

bands boy is the name of a song i wrote for a music project lol. if you’re keen, i’ll let you hear it once this penpal business is over and done with? over coffee? since you love it so much? haha

so, girl magnetic, what’s your story?

bands boy, signing out

ps. i’m gonna forgive you about the cats because i love dogs too!

You have to hand it to Jeonghan, he definitely chose the right person for you to exchange letters with. Not even the prospect of his smug smirk that will result from your admission, can wipe the smile off your face. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you quickly type out your reply.

[To: Bands Boy] [From: Girl Magnetic] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:00PM]

oh, i am most definitely keen to hear bands boy. especially over coffee. i’m gonna hold you to it after this experiment so you better not forget!

the story behind girl magnetic is really not as interesting as yours. it just happens to be a song that a guy wrote to confess to me that’s all. the embarrassment T-T especially because i wouldn’t return his feelings and he was just… *shudder* lol

anyway, it’s a story for another time. i hope you weren’t doing something important when i sent my email?

x girl magnetic

ps. your babbling is cute

Biting your lip, you wonder if he’ll reply straight away like he previously did. Not wanting to miss it if he does, you carry your laptop with you to the kitchen, placing it on the benchtop as you scour your fridge for last night’s leftovers.

When Vernon reads your next message, his knee almost slams itself into the top of the table from its incessant bouncing. Ever since he replied to you, he’s been worried about how his curiosity came across and he’s glad that you didn’t misunderstand him. The premise of meeting you after the experiment has him reeling, especially with your added postscript, but he puts this aside and focuses on the information that you’ve given him.

“What are you smiling about?” Soonyoung, who also happens to be studying across from him in their frat living room, asks curiously. 

“Nothing, I’m just working on my essay,” Vernon replies, trying to act as cool as possible to avoid any further questions. The last thing he wants is to be the subject of the self-proclaimed fraternity gossip guru’s attention.

“Definitely not,” Mingyu counters with furrowed brows. “You were moaning and groaning about it just five minutes ago—”

“I was stuck,” Vernon attempts to shrug it off, especially when he notices Soonyoung’s eyes sparkle with keen interest. 

“And now?” Soonyoung prods, leaning forward to try and peek at his laptop.

Shutting it before his friend gets too close, Vernon neatly stacks his books on top and shoves his things under one arm as he gets up. “Now, I’m not stuck,” he pokes his tongue in cheek. “So, if you both excuse me, I’ll go ahead and work on this in my room, away from distractions.”

Soonyoung laughs, “We weren’t even the ones who distracted you.”

Vernon answers with a wave before bounding up the stairs and locking himself in his room.

[To: Girl Magnetic] [From: Bands Boy] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:15PM]

what do you mean ‘not interesting’? i’m plenty interested in that story so i’m definitely holding you to it. don’t make me ask jeonghan about it >:)

hm i was doing an essay for my music theory class but i was stuck so now i’m talking to you :)

x bands boy

His message arrives just as you’re about to shove a dumpling or two in your mouth. Your eyebrows shoot up as you read it and put down your chopsticks in favour of sending your reply.

[To: Bands Boy] [From: Girl Magnetic] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:18PM]

nooooooooo i didn’t mean to disturb my dear pen pal T-T

x girl magnetic

ps. if you ask jeonghan about it he’ll kill us both. unless you have a death wish? :)

Vernon doesn’t bother schooling the smile on his face as he reads, especially since he’s in the comfort of his own room now and behind closed doors.

[To: Girl Magnetic] [From: Bands Boy] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:20PM]

no you’re good, i was gonna take a break anyway. so the distraction was welcome i promise :)

though it’s due tomorrow so i should probably get back to it…

but… i want to keep talking to you…

x bands boy

As tempting as it is to keep chatting with him, for a reason you can’t fathom at present, you refuse to be the reason why your pen pal fails a class.

[To: Bands Boy] [From: Girl Magnetic] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:25PM]

i honestly want to keep talking to you too but i don’t want you to fail.

so i’ll make you a deal: we finish off our chat now so you can get your essay sorted and once you let me know that you’re done… i tell you the whole story behind girl magnetic.

how does that sound?

x girl magnetic

ps. i’m not taking no for an answer. good luck with the essay!

Not that Vernon needs it, but he feels plenty motivated now by the prospect of knowing more about you and an unspoken round two, one that isn’t driven by Jeonghan’s experiment.

[To: Girl Magnetic] [From: Bands Boy] [Subject: Re: Ice Cream 7:30PM]

well, that’s certainly an offer i can’t refuse. you’re on!

i’ll let you know when i’m done. don’t wait up though, i’ll be awhile (not that you would wait up lol)

x bands boy, signing out

Smiling, you close off his email and adjust your notification settings before shutting your laptop down, not wanting to miss his next message and keep him waiting again. At least that’s what you tell yourself because you’re unwilling to admit that you’re looking forward to hearing from him. It’s much too early for that.

The next few hours pass by uneventfully, with you watching a movie, cleaning up your dorm room and with you not waiting for a reply from your pen pal. Definitely not. Stifling a yawn, you grab your phone on your way to the bathroom and pull up your message thread with Jeonghan as you get ready for bed.

[10:00pm] thing 2: okay, i’ve responded to bands boy [10:01pm] thing 1: you’re welcome

This smug bastard. With eyes narrowed, you choose not to clue him in on any details about tonight’s endeavours.

[10:02pm] thing 2: i don’t know what you’re talking about :) [10:03pm] thing 1: yeah, sure jan [10:03pm] thing 2: hannie >:| [10:04pm] thing 2: anyway, are you back at the house yet? [10:04pm] thing 1: …i’m just dropping stephanie home now [10:05pm] thing 2: oh? [10:05pm] thing 1: don’t even say it

Smirking, you leave him hanging for a few minutes, fooling him into thinking he’s won.

[10:08pm] thing 2: you’re welcome :) [10:08pm] thing 1: god you’re such a pain in my ass [10:09pm] thing 2: sweet dreams hannieeee [10:09pm] thing 1: fuck off

Grinning in victory, you pat the rest of your moisturiser into your skin and tuck yourself into bed, glad to have the day end on a better note than when it started.

At exactly five minutes past midnight, Vernon submits his essay after proofreading it for the third and final time. He would’ve been done a whole lot earlier if Jeonghan didn’t come barging into his room, asking him question after question about you and he barely managed to appease him without divulging too much about his conversation with you.

Now, the only thing he needs to do before merging into one being with his bed, is to send you an email as promised. 

[To: Girl Magnetic] [From: Bands Boy] [Subject: Your Turn 12:10AM]

i finished my essay woo!

your move, girl magnetic

x sweet dreams

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[thecomicfont]

Didn’t know Spotify wrapped was here already-

Anyway turns out I listened to Vs. Marx w/ Lyrics 77 times (prob more since I listen to some songs on Spotify and YouTube)

Smol title thingy: 2 is Hexl by Loin, 3 is Rolling Girl by Wowaka, and 5 is Abnormalitiy Dancing Girl by Guchiry

[aroace-poly-show]

Hi you said you want to ramble, could you ramble some more about hollow ☆ wonderland i tried looking through your blog but search is. not working. so i failed to find anything at all

HEHEHEHEHH OF COURSE!!! and the reason for that is probably bc i haven’t posted very many details about them!! most of my rambles have been contained to dms with two of my friends and a currently 2.4k word doc of word and idea vomit 👍

anything posted before the most recent ask hasn’t been tagged correctly either, iirc i had a brief summary of the group a while ago though, tagged with “nightcord wxs” i think?? cause i didn’t have a name for them yet at the time. not changing it cause i’ve figured out more stuff since then so it’s sort of outdated. there’s probably a few posts lost in the marlo’s stuff tag, though that i didn’t tag properly but it’s okay those rambles are probably somewhere in my google doc.

anyway, since you didn’t rlly specify something in particular i’m probably just gonna ramble about whatever comes to mind. once again under the cut cause i can tell this is probably gonna get a bit long:

hollow ☆ wonderland is an online music group, and their videos are like kikuo style ones. but not necessarily ones like you are a useless child and aishite, more ones like and then you became the moon, welcome to the star inn, don’t look at me in that way, etc. pretty cutesy and happy sounding with a cute art style and then the lyrics tell a pretty dark story. that’s their general vibe. there’s a few songs i associate with them like judas by abuse (like i mentioned before) but i can’t confidently say it’s the kind of music they’d make. maybe that’ll change though we’ll see.

the group is composed of hoshi (tsukasa) the main lyricist, koki (emu), the artist, tako (rui) the animator and eventual co-lyricist, and kurage (nene), the composer.

they’re all silly online friends who like making music videos together and while none of them really talk about their issues pre-main story given that they’re not super close/don’t know each other super well yet, they still enjoy doing this together and care at least a little bit about each other.

i’m still figuring out how exactly the main story goes, but i’ve definitely made more progress now so HOPEFULLY i figure out a coherent story soon. i rlly do want to write a fic for them but don’t get your hopes up too much.

a few basic ideas i do have currently are some stuff like tsukasa, despite also being on his last hopes like the rest of them, is going to be the one to really encourage them all to start theater again. their sekai is a rundown theme park with lots of fireflies around, all the plushies are still there but they’re also worn down and have lots of patches and stuff on them. wonder stage has been closed down already, but it hasn’t been like torn down or replaced with a new attraction or anything. will it make a comeback? will hw be using it? we will see :)

i think the world hasn’t even started yet is still gonna be their untitled too. i’m thinking for their unit fits it’s gonna be something similar to the circus jester set cards? or at least the face paint thing. i’m absolutely giving them the face paint thing. and then there’s some other plot ideas i have but i’m not totally sure about them yet and i dunno how much sense they make on their own so i’m not gonna add them here.

uh. tsukasas name is hoshi since it means star iirc? so obviously he gets that name. koki meant something like to glitter, to shine, and i think emu would have liked that enough to choose it. and i already mentioned why rui and nenes names are what they are 👍

that is all for now. once again i’m more than happy to answer any other questions (like seriously i was so giddy and happy getting asked about them) so yknow feel free to ask. might answer a bit late cause i’m in school atm and have a lot to say but i will answer it eventually :3

[pluppsauthor]

Ad Infinitum - Chapter One

Hey all! I said a while back I was bit by the writing bug, and here's a new WIP (Ad Infinitum, placeholder name). It's a science fiction story exploring some really cool astrophysics and mathematical phenomenon I find really interesting. I couldn't find a good way to split the first chapter into smaller amounts, so it's a bit long, enjoy!

(Tag list for writing: @illarian-rambling, @casualsuitturtle, @tildeathiwillwrite. Message me, or comment/reblog this saying you want to be on/off of the tag list)

--------------------------------------------------- [CW: Swears]

Captain’s Log, Entry 227 of Zanlith; Sent as a message to Planet Hurin of the Zgrthyn System.

Captain Zanlith communicating. (I swear, if one more person says or writes my name as “X-anlith”, I’m going to fly this vessel into a neutron star).

I’m sending this message to Planet Hurin, hopefully to Officer Falinx if my comms are set up correctly. I’m approaching the Zgrthyn star system soon (still don’t know how to pronounce it). We should arrive sometime within the next 10 of your solar years, if all goes well.

My crew is still on ice right now, and I’m sending this message through dreamlink, hopefully we have no need to wake before our arrival.

I’m keeping this message brief so as to not take up your time. Honestly, there isn’t much to report on besides the information stated above about our proximity. No news is good news... that’s a saying where I’m from, I don’t know how well it will translate.

Keep yourself busy for us, this is the S.S. Whitespace ending transmission.

***

I’m still a bit surprised by how boring being a captain can be sometimes. I know I was told extensively about how “Space faring crews often face boredom when traversing empty space or between star systems.” But I don’t think that saying was meant for humans.

Out of all of the space-flight capable species, humans are by far the shortest lived. Granted, we do have de-aging and life extension medical procedures and practices, but... it's still not close. There’s one species – my crew just call them “elves” as a joke for a few older fantasy creatures – they can live a millennium on average, one and a half if they’re lucky. Granted, that’s in earthen years. According to the sources I read, on their home planet they live around 200 years or so. They don’t look like an elf at all, not the typical ones written in fantasy stories at least. 

They were the first other space-flight capable species we found and interacted with. Humans still had a lot of fear about other species being hostile or a threat, but that turned out wrong. By our definitions, the space elves are pacifists and would never have been a threat to us. Their vessel’s still possessed weapons, but it was a defensive measure not an offensive one.

I’m getting off track again. The one downside of sleeping on ice is not having proper medication. It isn’t a deal breaker for most people, companies tend not to hire people with severe medication issues as is anyway. The problem for me is I need some or else my brain is hard to control. At least sleeping on ice is quick, for the most part.

We managed to figure out a way to induce it in such a way that you can still dream, so that one can still utilise dreamlink technologies. What a life saver those are, being able to control your dreams and communicate to others outside of it. I suppose it’s not necessary, but without it I would have to be unfrozen every time I receive a message or update in navigation. Instead I receive the messages in my dreams and can choose whether to act on them in my dreams (such as sending replies to messages) or unfreeze myself, such as when I’m needed to aid navigation or something similar.

It's a shame though, since I need to remain alert and aware in my dreams, I can’t pass the time or experience any fantasy in my dreams. My crew, unless they are needed, can do whatever in their dreams. They could also just sleep without them if they only want to pass the time. But, the duties of a captain are required, even if I sometimes question how necessary they truly are.

*ALERT CAPTAIN*

Oh, great, just when I was talking about it, oh joy.

“Receive message.”

*NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEGUN EXPERIENCING ALTERED SPACETIME. NO VISUAL SOURCE, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE IN CLOSE VICINITY.*

Close!? I’ve never heard that before, how close is close!?

“Eject cryo-pod!”

*COMMENCING THAWING PROCEDURE, PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY THAWED TO MOVE*

I felt my body begin the unfreezing process. I never got used to it, probably never will either. At first, I felt it in my dream, it was like a strange simultaneous warmth and chill enveloping me. Then, the dream faded until everything was pitch-black. My senses returned to me, everything but my sense of temperature. It was required to remain numbed until after the patient was thawed, for discomfort avoidance.

Soon, my eyes were opened and I could hear. I couldn’t move until the pod was opened. Well, I could, but it was sluggish and ill-advised. I knew what was a dumb idea even in times like these. Honestly, it was probably nothing serious, the alert that is. Even if we only now began experiencing the pull of a nearby blackhole, we would be fine. Our thrusters aren’t being used as is, so we could always set them to maximum acceleration if needed. Even if that didn't work, we could always try and pull off a risky gravity sling around it to escape it.

I probably overreacted, but I’d never heard that alert before. I think my emotions got the better of me, oh well, I can just go to sleep after, if nothing’s wrong.

The pod finally opened and I involuntarily yawned, apparently only humans and other earthen species do that.

“Ship, status report.” I said as I shook off the chill and threw on my captain’s coat. At least that was a good perk, that coat is nothing else if not stylish.

“GOOD MORNING, CAPTAIN. NAVIGATION HAS PICKED UP A STRANGE BEND IN NEARBY RELATIVE SPACETIME, SUSPECTED UNDOCUMENTED BLACKHOLE OR SIMILAR PHENOMENON. ALL OTHER SYSTEMS ARE WORKING AT 100% EFFECTIVENESS. WOULD YOU LIKE A STIMULANT OR NUTRITIONAL SUPPLEMENT?”

“No. Please send a message to the ship’s officers about the situation. Tell them they do not need to exit their cryo-sleep if they do not wish to.”

“CAPTAIN, OFFICER CLAYDE IS IN DREAMLESS SLEEP, DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO WAKE HIM?”

“No, do not disturb him. Also, send a liquid stimulant and my medication to the bridge.”

“UNDERSTOOD.”

Goodness, nobody turned the lights off in here? Wait, did they disable the automatic lighting!? Why!?

“*sigh* Ship, please turn on automatic lighting.”

“AUTOMATIC LIGHTING HAS NOW BEEN ACTIVATED. ALL LIGHTS IN AREAS OF NO LIVING ACTIVITY HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED.”

I swear I am going to kill whoever turned that off. How much power did that drain!? Oh... I’m going to have a headache at this rate. Anyway, after I put on my coat I briskly walked to the bridge. At least the gravity systems were still online. I swear I’m running a daycare instead of a starship sometimes. I heard some sounds of the thawing process as I left, at least someone decided to join me. 

It didn’t take long to reach the bridge which was, unsurprisingly, unoccupied. The lights came on as I entered, as well as the displays. Sure enough, the displays showed the calculated path and the estimated path. The former was what was set before our previous departure, the latter was what I was warned about, a supposed undocumented blackhole.

Oh, there was even an estimated location for said blackhole. It was even asking me to send a report to the universal navigation system to update the new location of the blackhole. Seeing as it was undocumented, I allowed it to update the navigation systems.

However, while it did update the universal systems, so that all ships knew of this blackhole in case they travelled through this region, something was wrong with it. It looked like the navigation systems themselves were... shit, did they fritz themselves?

“I should’ve replaced it.” I muttered.

“Ship, are there any replacement navigation chips in the storage?”

A few moments of silence passed, only really a few seconds, but it felt horrible to wait through.

“NO CAPTAIN, LAST REPLACEMENT WAS USED 348 TERRAN YEARS AGO.”

“That long ago? Damn, no wonder it was fritzed.”

I heard someone entering the bridge, the sound of that door was indistinguishable.

“Zac, what the fuck was that message!? Undocumented blackhole!? How much time are we going to lose?”

Oh, that voice... Look, I don’t hate Officer Ani, I just wish she wasn’t a part of my crew.

“I don’t know, I heard it not long before I relayed it to you. We obviously aren’t near the event horizon, and we haven’t entered the region our thrusters can’t escape from. That being said... our chip is fried and we have no replacement. I think our best option is to manually redirect before returning to our original course.”

“The chip fried!? When?”

“Ship said 348 of our years ago.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense. Alright, move, let me take over.”

“You’re not even the navigational assistant, why are you telling me to move?”

“What? No, I’m going to fix the stupid chip. Shit... I need to grab some electronics. Don’t make it worse until I get back.”

She ran out of the room. I don’t know why she doesn’t use the ship for assistance as much as the rest of the crew, but... oh well.

Alright, looking at the displays... uh... oh, that’s not... great. It looks like the systems are really bad. I took a quick sip of something to help me focus, as well as taking my medicine for the same reason. They won't take effect for a little bit, but I know I’ll need them at this rate.

Okay, okay. Well, at least the readings are correct. None of the data has been corrupted, I can still use that to–

“I’m back, let me take a crack at that thing.”

“Hold on, give me a minute to figure this out.”

“Figure out what?”

“The navigation. None of the data is corrupted or altered, only the displays for it and how the ship is using the data. So I’m running some calculations to find a manual course to take to get us out of here. The situation is a bit worse than I thought it was, but it isn’t that bad, we’re still fine.”

“How bad is ‘bad’, if I may ask?”

“It’s bad when I can’t escape, manually or automatically.”

“Oh... it’s not good is it?”

“No, but it isn’t bad.”

“Thanks for the words of encouragement.”

I... I don’t know what to say anymore. I looked back at the displays and started typing in line after line of commands for the ship to take. Once they were set I double – triple checked them to make sure I hadn’t made any mistakes. 

Then I hit enter.

“MANUALLY SHIP OVERRIDE, FOLLOWING ENTERED COMMANDS.”

*ERROR: NAVIGATION SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN DAMAGED, FOLLOWING COMMANDS WITHOUT COMPUTER ASSISTED NAVIGATIONAL AID.*

“Yeah, I figured that would happen.”

“Well, if you aren’t using the navigation systems anymore, why don’t I rip them apart and put them back again?”

“*sigh* Yeah... sure, go for it.”

She started working her magic on the electronics down below the displays. I’m sure she knew what she was doing, seeing as she had been chief engineer for another ship for half a century or so. She even single-handedly hot-wired our ship when the electronics went down after a rough collision in an asteroid field.

“Oh, that chip is gone. There’s no saving that one. Let’s hope your commands work and make sure to purchase a few when we next dock.”

“The commands should work fine, assuming the data hasn’t been corrupted, but it doesn’t look like it has.”

“Did... did you run any kind of calculations to make sure it wasn’t corrupted?”

“. . . No?”

“ZAC!”

“Look, it was fine! I’ve seen that data hundreds– thousands of times before! I know what it looks like when it's corrupted!”

“ZAC!”

“What!?”

“LOOK AT THE DISPLAYS ALREADY!”

Following her panic, I looked at the displays. NONE of the numbers lined up with the commands I inputted and didn’t line up with where we should be. I quickly pulled up a back-up system that is meant to detect gravitational waves and alterations to spacetime. It was an older system, a legacy from earlier starships before the navigational chips became more advanced to account for all of that and more.

The data was so, SO, bad. According to what it was showing, we would soon enter a region in which our thrusters could not overcome the curve of spacetime. Maybe, MAYBE, we could try and orbit the blackhole while accelerating to escape. Our momentum couldn’t change instantly, so by the time we were to change directions we would already be in that region.

I checked how much fuel we still had left just in case. By the looks of, we had almost none that we could use for spare. Systems showed us as having just enough to make it to our destination if we followed the commands I already put in. The only problem with that is those commands will send us INTO THE BLACKHOLE!

“ANI! WAKE UP ANY OF THE NAVIGATIONAL PEOPLE, I’M GOING TO TRY AND FIX THE COMMANDS, GO NOW!”

Ani ran out without another word, leaving me alone for a moment in the bridge amidst chaos and panic, silent chaos and panic mind you, unless you count my numerous swears and panicked breaths.

As I quickly calculated a new path and made manual adjustments, I accessed the communications array and set it for all signal access.

“Alert! Alert! This is S.S. Whitespace, our navigation systems have been damaged and we are being sent into a... what appears to be a blackhole. I do not know if or when this message will reach you, but we are going to try and orbit the blackhole if we can not escape it, please send rescue as soon as possible! If we stop sending signals, assume we're dead. This message will now repeat!”

With that, I ended the message and set it to repeat. It won’t stop sending unless the communications systems go offline or we run out of power. That should help us in the worst case scenario, but for now, we need to get out of here!

I heard Ani’s footsteps as she rushed in, breathing heavily.

“Captain, I sent a message through dreamlink and forcefully woke up the entire navigation team, they should arrive soon I hope.”

I nodded.

“Good, I sent a message to anyone that can receive it, in the worst case we should receive rescue.”

“How would we be rescued if we fell in?”

“The only way we can be rescued is if we can’t escape, but can orbit it. Our only haven then would be a ship with a higher acceleration than us.”

“Well, let’s just hope we can escape.”

I continued to calculate a way out while making manual adjustments. We haven’t fucked up yet, or I guess I hadn’t fucked up yet since no one else was on the bridge beside an engineer made officer who knew about as much about navigation as I did about engineering, what a great pair.

First to come to the bridge was the officer for the navigation branch of our ship, Officer Clayde. If I had known what was happening, I would have woken him up beforehand, but no, I just had to value his beauty sleep.

“Captain, what is happening, why was I awoken and told about a navigation error!?”

“Just that Clayde, the chip was fried, we were approaching an undocumented blackhole and I made some course corrections based on the remaining data, which was also corrupted, and now we're falling into the blackhole instead. I need the navigation team here to help get us out of here.”

“WHAT!?”

Clayde, who hadn’t even finished putting on his uniform’s coat, ran to the co-pilot's seat, reserved for him for navigation. He pulled up more displays, looked at some of the ones I had up, and started plugging away at numbers and calculations. His fingers typed at an insane speed, as did his mind no doubt.

A few others came in later as well, Ani told them the situation as me and Clayde went back and forth on solutions. The bridge, which had been so calm and quiet a moment ago, was now in chaos as everyone was shouting commands and orders, coordinates and trajectories, all the while I was making manual inputs and commanding the ship to change every part of the flight controls, such as thruster angle, power output, fuel consumption, efficiency, everything I needed.

Who cares about fuel at this point!? We need to get out of here first, we can call for rescue when we’re out of here. We can’t if we’re dead.

The navigation team went to work on trying to help fix the situation, but nothing got better, we only managed to prevent it from getting worse.

“Captain, at this rate, we’ll run out of fuel and slowly drift spirally inward towards the singularity.” Clayde said. “Also, being this close is no doubt distorting time. The closer we are, the worse it’ll get obviously. More importantly, we may miss our rescue due to it coming and passing before we even notice it.”

I groaned, realising just how bad things were.

“How much fuel do we have left?”

“Not enough to get us out of here. We’re orbiting right now, but even if we use our momentum and set our thrusters to maximum output it won’t escape the gravitational well we’re in. In short, without rescue, the best case scenario is we’re stuck here, the worst case is we drift towards the blackhole.”

“Clayde, how much do you know about orbital mechanics and how they relate to large distortions with spacetime such as a blackhole.”

“Rotating blackhole, Captain.”

“Rotating?”

“Yes, I won’t bore you with the mathematics, but theoretical stationary blackholes are... well, theoretical. Based on how blackholes form, all of them should be rotating. A stationary one would no doubt be the end of our existence, since the singularity is a single point. But,” he continued “since it should be rotating, and based on all the mathematics I know, it not only pulls spacetime toward it, but also curves it. This brings me to my next point, we’re going against the curve.”

“That’s not good, but please elaborate.”

“Think of it as a current, Captain. If we were to go with the current, it would be easier to escape as we would move with the momentum of the blackhole’s curvature of spacetime. But since we’re against it, it requires much more force and acceleration we simply do not possess. We’re orbiting right now, but with a decaying acceleration. Sooner or later, it will decay until we reverse direction and fall in.”

“So, in short, we’re fucked?”

“Yes, Captain.”

The entire room fell silent as I held my head in my hands. I sighed and groaned, at least I didn’t have to panic anymore, now I just had to accept the reality before me.

“Captain,” Clayde continued, “I would recommend we cut the thrusters. We aren’t making any progress, besides wasting what little fuel we have. Also, I won’t bore the details now, but we may need fuel later, assuming we don’t die.”

I started gnawing on my finger out of stress, an old habit I never got rid of. There was too much happening, so much I almost consider this not to be reality. But, it couldn’t be a dream, that wasn’t possible. Not to mention, I could feel the pain of my teeth biting into my finger.

“Cut the thrusters! Ani, wake the rest of the crew up. We’re going to enter a blackhole.”

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Thanks for reading as always! ❤

Important note, I am not a physicist, astrophysicist, or have a phd in any related field. If, by chance, you are/have more knowledge than I do. PLEASE tell me any mistakes I have/may make now or in any future posts I make about this story. It is a science fiction story, but I want the science part to be accurate, if a little theoretical.

For everyone else, I hope you enjoyed! ❤

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 14 ~ Gifting Something Cute / Dumb

It’s his birthday and you decided to give him some cute and some dumb gifts.

Personalized Photo Keychain

“I got this for you from our second date at the carnival.” You said smiling at the red hair man that you love so much. He looked at you with so much admiration and love then he look quickly looks back at the keychain again. “I love it so much baby. We look so cute here.” You laugh looking at your young face. “Yeah well it was 5 years ago.” At that he giggles. “Don’t remind me that I am getting old.” He teased with a grin. “Babe you’re only 22.” You smiled at him.

100 Movies Scratch Off Poster

“Now for this I was thinking we can have like a few movie weekends so that we can finish off all these blocks.” You pointed at the poster and coin. “I love it. Hopefully we can get all the movies.” “Yeah but if not we can always replace it with something that we know we can get.” “This is why I love you Y/N you are always so positive about everything no matter what.”

“I know sometimes it can be a curse.” You muttered looking at the gifts on the floor with a small smile. “Well no matter what I like you the way you are.” He smiled pulling you into a hug for a few seconds before going back to his presents like a little kid on Christmas morning.

Personalized Leather Toiletry Bag

“I know you have a toiletry bag.” You started pointing at the bag. “But this one has your name and a little message from me at the bottom inside.”

If someone were to have asked me about my ideal man, I wouldn't have the words to describe you. You have surpassed all my expectations, fantasies and dreams combined. Sometimes it feels like I’m having a dream, but then I realize it’s all real and I’m one lucky lady to have you in this world. Thank you for being mine!

xoxo Y/N

As you look at him finish reading you can’t help but to notice the tears forming in his eyes. “This is so, so beautiful Y/N. I can’t wait to use it.” He pulled you in for a kiss and all you can do was smile your own tears forming as you can’t help but feel so loved.

Custom Portrait

“This is what I wanted to give to you when we graduated but I didn’t because I was flat broke.” You giggle and he looked at you with awe. “So I thought now that I have a paying job why not get it for him now.” You said pointing at the painting of you and Kirishima on his birthday when he turned 18. “If you would be so kind as to turn the portrait I have a little extra something stored there.”

Thanks for being my knight in shining armour and having my back when we are out on patrol together. Love you so much my Red Riot.

At that he smiled. “I love you so much my Blue Nova.” He smiled. “This is so beautiful. Did you paint it yourself.” He question and all you can do was shake your head with a cackle. “No way, I can’t do something this wonderful. I went to that place in the mall where they do custom portraits for people.” He nodded and went to the next present.

101 Conversation Starters For Couples

You laughed at the look on his face as he tore opened the wrapping paper. “This is a gag gift from my mom and dad.” You giggle again. “They thought we were so awkward the last time we had dinner with them.” He laughed. “Hey that was not my fault, someone had to go and wear that dress that does things to me and I had to fight a boner the whole time from popping up.”

“I know that is exactly why I did it because if I remember correctly that night was the best we ever had. Not to mention your roommates at the time were out for the night so we could have been as loud as we wanted to.” You whispered seductively into his ear and he shivered at the thought. “Yeah that was the best night we had together. You should were that dress tonight for the party.” All you can do is nod and blush as he looked you up and down biting his lip.

Apple Air Tag

“Hey I thought you said you couldn’t get them.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes. “Yeah well I had to lie otherwise you would have bought it for yourself.” You teased the man and he blushed knowing that you are right. “Well I love them either way. I can’t wait to freak the guys out by knowing exactly where they are. They don’t like when I spy on them sometimes and this is just going to make it easier.”

"Property of" Personalized Boxers

“What the hell.” He cackled as he tore the wrapping off. And all you can do is giggle as he held up the boxers. “I cannot wait to wear this. I am in love with it.” He laughed. “I will be right back.” You look as he quickly runs to your shared room. After 2 minutes he returns with his boxers on and a shirt you got for him for his 21st birthday. “Woah looking sexy there babe.” You flirted while whistling.

“I know it is my birthday but I got you something. I think you will like it.” You giggle as he hands you the bag. Looking into the bag you can’t help but laugh. Pulling out the exact pair just with his face and name. “I love it. Let me go quickly put it on so that we can match.”

Marshmallow Roasting Set

As you return you see has already opened the last present. “The last one is for tonight.” You smiled at the red haired man. “I know you and Denki like marshmallows over flames so this will make it easier.” You giggle as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you baby girl. I love you some much. I can’t wait for tonight. Thank you for everything you got me. I like it a lot.” “I am happy. Happy birthday honeybun.” You smile pulling him in for a kiss. Moving together towards the couch you continue to kiss before he pulls away for breath. “Wow.” He grins up at you. “Why don’t we go celebrate your birthday by the pool. I have a new bikini I know that you are going to love.” You raced to the room and he shakes his head before following behind you.

Day 13 | Masterlist | Day 15

[acrosstobear]

Hi Amanda!! First of all I wish you a happy new year, I hope 2023 treats you well. I was wondering if you had any blog recs so I can look through some old Callum, Mick or Marcus content? I haven’t been on here for long, my dash is dead because of the winter break and I want to explore but idk where to start.

hello buddy!!!!! thank you for the kind wishes, right back at ya 💙 and oooooo as for old content, here are your best bets:

best all around old content goldmine for all things prema: @damsindistress (we’re talking back to 2016 and even older, it’s truly incredible the old prema content!!!!)

best source for Callum/Mick through 2020-now: @schulott (J has a queue as well that brings back old Mick and Callum throughout the year, it’s awesome)

for Callum content specifically, with some Marcus and Mick thrown in there: @callumilott-archive and @callumilott (start with the archive, goes back to at least 2018 if i remember correctly?)

for the best/highest quality Marcus and old Mick content: @oscar-piastri (all the old prema gifs are done by Cassy!!!!!)

a lot of the old Mick content is pretty scattered, but you can probably go through my own Mick tag for 2020-now (and let me know if there’s a specific era/time frame you’re looking for, i can find posts etc!!)

for more current Callum, you’ll want to follow @guanyu-ilott and @tyresdeg and @josefnewgayden and i post during the season obviously

and then for more current Mick, you’ll want to follow @princemick and @schumaclerc and @userhamilton and myself!!!!!! there’s probably more missing cause i’m doing this on mobile while trying to keep food down lmao but i’ll add to this if i think it’s necessary

hopefully this is what you were looking for!!!!!! i loveeeee going for a long scroll through @damsindistress cause it’s just crazy all the content they used to post. enjoy buddy and let me know if there’s anything else 💙

[bacidipesca]

my au headcanons

Essentially, this is the universe in my head whenever I write for Mareach. Some details may differ from story to story and I’ll probably forget quite a few, but largely this is how I imagine the world works/the backstory informing my characters’ decisions. Behind a cut because this got so, so long out of literally nowhere.

I want to just say first au takes some inspiration out of @elitadream ‘s ideas but hopefully with enough distinction to make it unique.

The specific details I’ve borrowed or plan to thus far from elitadream: Mario being Peach’s guard in an official capacity, the chain chomp incident*, and staying in the castle/Toad’s quarters/workshop. (I was also planning on using their art as partial inspiration for their first meeting for my own AU as well but if they don’t want me to, I will do my best to come up with an alternative.)

*kind of, I explain that later.

I have a timeline in my head of several (like 5+) different encounters with Bowser plus other enemies sprinkled in, a distinct cast of toad ocs I’ve been building, I have a backstory for why Mario has super strength (Luigi has his own distinct power also), I’m pulling inspiration from the new Mario movie for my backstories for Peach and Daisy, I’m planning on possibly involving time travel in the future. I’m hoping that the differences will make themselves clearer as I go on here. If there’s anything here that I haven’t correctly given credit on, or that needs to be removed because the person who inspired it isn’t comfortable, let me know.

If you see anything as a part of this au that you would like to use or borrow for your own fic or art or au, go for it! I would love to see the result, so feel free to tag me, but also feel free not to. While some of my ideas are unique I think a lot of them just ‘make sense’ for the sandbox we’re all playing in.

- Mario and Luigi were born in Brooklyn to a really insular Italian-American community (their grandparents were the ones who came over from Italy) where they spent most of their time in their own neighborhood speaking Italian with family members and friends, which is what gives them their slight but noticeable Italian accents when speaking English.

- If you got them around someone like Pauline or another Brooklyner, though, you might hear them start to pick up on some of those vocal tics because it’s also ingrained in them from growing up in that area.

- Also this is where my (possible, eventual) time travel nonsense comes in—Baby Mario and Baby Luigi go on an adventure that ends with them getting Firebrand and Thunderhand powers, but it’s because of Kamek and his interference after already having met the brothers as adults who fell into the Mushroom Kingdom. So, as of everything I’m currently writing, Mario and Luigi have no recollection of that adventure because it technically hasn’t happened for them yet.

- But because time is so very rarely linear, or even circular, the Firebrand and Thunderhand powers are kind of hardwired into them now. They just discover having them at the same time they would have gotten them (and eventually will get them, because time travel) as babies.

- Does that make sense? No? Okay good, we’re all on the same page then.

- This is why it’s eventually maybe a possibility and not a hard and fast thing. Just accept that Mario and Luigi were born in Brooklyn with mystical powers.

- Accept it.

- Anyway—

- Firebrand powers! This is why Mario has super strength. He also has extra endurability, can withstand and collect heat/fire in his body, or generate it at a cost of energy to himself. Mario’s fire can be controlled much, much more precisely than he lets on, allowing him to even write or draw with it (hence the brand part of it). Because his powers are linked to Luigi’s, Mario’s fire does not burn him. Mario is very warm to the touch and doesn’t get cold very easily, and can even get a little overheated if he layers up too much and doesn’t let off any additional heat.

- Thunderhand powers! Luigi has super speed and extra stamina, can withstand and collect electricity in his body same as Mario, and generate it the same way as well. He can also produce thunderclap-like screams, but usually under high stress rather than on command. Mario can’t be shocked by Luigi’s electricity. Luigi’s constant fidgeting and his jumpiness can be partially attributed to his need to let off excess energy, and he has a tendency to give people a little static shock when he touches them. He wears gloves to try to mitigate it but it doesn’t help much.

- Luigi can jump higher than Mario.

- They are fraternal twins, and where Mario is right-handed, Luigi is left-handed. Their powers are stronger coming from their dominant hands.

- Peach and Daisy are from the same place but not necessarily related. They were both displaced by a war that caused them to be, essentially, sent out as a last hope for survival into the unknown. They were discovered by the people in their kingdoms and raised by the people in authority.

- I haven’t decided yet if I want either of the princesses to have powers of their own. If I did, I would like to give a healing/soothing ability to Peach like I’ve seen some others ( @drones-of-innocence , @elitadream ) do.

- What brought Peach (and the others) to the Mushroom Kingdom is what is called a warp event. There are large, naturally occurring pipes in this universe that occasionally spit out things and people from other worlds. The Toads have studied them for centuries and eventually managed to reverse engineer all of their modern pipe technology from that knowledge. No one can say for sure what causes them but they can be predicted from the Mushroom Kingdom’s end, at least, as they’re usually heralded by thunderstorms gathering around the natural pipe in distinct formations.

- Peach was raised by Toadsworth (and a relative of Toadette called Toadanne, who eventually retired and was replaced by Toadette), at first just with the intent to look after her, but then with the intent to put her on the throne when she showed incredible intelligence and empathy from a young age. She has a constant drive to prove that her people made the right choice to make her their princess, and will do or sacrifice anything of herself to keep them safe and happy.

- Peach is capable of defending herself, but if she can avoid collateral damage she will always take the more peaceful option. Even if that means going quietly when she’d much rather be screaming.

- I’m borrowing heavily from the new movie with this, but I want Mario and Luigi to be small-time plumbers from Brooklyn who used to work for Spike’s wrecking crew. After Luigi hurt his knees in a work accident (don’t @ me over that one, it’s a popular headcanon), they split off to do their own thing, but in the end they stumbled into a pipe that took them to the Mushroom Kingdom

- It was the stormy season when they first came through so there wasn’t a team to greet them like there was when Peach arrived—instead they were discovered by Toad

- Now, the thing with Toad is I know that there’s like. So many ways to depict him, and there’s so many versions, and are they all the same guy or different guys or what

- But I loved the depiction of Toad in the movie as kind of a mix of Chef Toad and Captain Toad with a little dash of unhinged and undyingly supportive, so I’m adopting that into my personal headcanon and saying that the Toad that finds the brothers is also slightly unhinged but the best friend you’ll ever meet. He immediately pledges himself to helping the brothers out and helps them find their way through the mushroom forest to Toad Town.

- I think the Mushroom Kingdom kind of anticipates things like this to happen now and then, or at least they have systems in place to help people who have been displaced like this, so the boys are set up with a place to stay almost immediately and promised an audience with the princess so she can help with their dilemma—it’s not known to the average Mushroom Kingdom citizen that natural warp pipes are inactive outside of events and it’s impossible to predict when the next event will be or if the boys will have an opportunity to use it.

- They do end up having a really lovely permanent house in Toad Town with two bedrooms, one of which they share (FIGHT me it was so cute they still shared in the movie), and the other of which is a workspace/crash pad for Toad.

- Which means to me that Mario is invited to crash with Toad at the castle when he’s been given guest quarters there and he can’t sleep because his bed is too big.

- Mario doesn’t know what Toad actually does for work, or if he does work, except he has a space at the castle and he always seems to be tinkering with something when Mario comes to visit him there.

- (I don’t know what Toad does either.)

- Mario and Peach fall in love at first sight, but not at the same time.

- Peach is fascinated by seeing other humans (there are others in this world aside from Daisy, but they’re rare, usually nomadic/adventuring types, and Peach doesn’t get to leave the kingdom much) at first, but then quickly grows fond of the brothers once she gets to talk to them and even though she knows she shouldn’t, she takes a personal interest in helping them get established in the kingdom.

- Afterwards is not my own official canon, that’s more explicitly set in elitadream’s AU because of the Bowser portrayal (we’ll get to my Bowser don’t worry), tho to be fair I don’t know that it’s official to their canon either because the original art was also a what-if scenario

- I would love to call First Rescue canon to me but it borrows super heavily from the original fanart so we can just say Mario displayed his super strength in an effort to save the princess’s life. She had invited him up to the castle to check on him and his brother, to see what could be done about helping them find work or projects they might enjoy

- (In my head the Mushroom Kingdom is like kind of utopian and people dont always NEED to work and can be provided for by the community if they’re unable or they have Something Going On)

- But then he saved her and she was like ‘I need a way to make sure I see him as often as possible’ and asking him to be her guard was just the most natural thing

- Mario declines at first, mostly because he’s worried he won’t actually be qualified but also because he doesn’t want to be given special treatment over his brother, who he says is just as good as him

- (And he is!!!!!)

- Peach is more than happy to employ them both, especially when Mario explains that he and Luigi are plumbers in their own world. All of the castle’s defenses run on pipe technology, after all! Luigi heads hands-on teams that work around Toad Town to fix security issues, and Mario is made captain of the princess’s royal guard.

- Now here I want to pause and address the boys having the Firebrand and Thunderhand powers again, because it kind of affects their work, and also how power-ups work in this world.

- (Yes, I have plans for power-ups!! Get excited!!)

- The boys never revealed to anyone outside of one another that they had these powers. They discovered and developed them late enough that they managed to keep them hidden from their parents, though they surely always suspected something was different about their sons. The boys were savvy enough from growing up in Brooklyn to know not to tell about those gifts unless they had to, for their own good, because they were just too different from anything else on Earth.

- It was different when they got to the Mushroom Kingdom, though. They saw folks whizzing through pipes, turtles that talked, flowers that made people spit ice out of their hands. Though they were still wary, it was enough for Mario to let down his guard and save the princess.

- They still plan on holding some powers close to their chest, just for the sake of surprising potential threats

- I was planning on hopefully doing some training/research scenes with the toad guards, or at least doing some more in-depth headcanons at some point, because I believe power-ups work differently for the twins than they do for other people

- Power-ups are either naturally occurring, like mushrooms or flowers, or hand-made, like lucky bells. Different kingdoms in the land export different power-ups and they’re a big part of a kingdom’s trade.

- The Mushroom Kingdom specializes in mushrooms, obviously, and shares a border with one of the kingdoms of Sarasaland that spills fire flowers into their territory.

- On the opposite side of Sarasaland (which is saying a lot, it’s a big empire) is the Ice Kingdom, which exports ice flowers.

- Lucky bells and tanuki leaves and other power-ups that provide a suit/costume change are either handmade or altered by the kingdom that exports them to provide that costume. They are rarer than other power ups for this reason. It is a kingdom of furries, you get to decide who lives there and who rules it, have fun.

- It bothered me that super mushrooms in the movie only gave Mario like 2 feet of height and then the minis made him almost microscopic so when Mario has a super mushroom he gets to be Big. No, I haven’t decided how big that is yet.

- This is just something for me personally, don’t @ me.

- Oh shit right I promised I would talk about Bowser, let’s talk about Bowser

- I want to say on a scale from like Heinz Doofenshmirtz at 0% to Thanos at 100%, my Bowser is probably at like a 39%?

- Which is to say: he is capable, he is strong, he is dastardly, and he’s motivated by wanting to expand and legitimize his territory rather than feelings for Peach; by the same token, he’s not the brightest villain, he relies a lot on brute strength, he heavily underestimates his opponents, and he’s also being manipulated by people around him.

- His people follow him out of genuine loyalty, not fear. He’s very much a king of misfit toys, but they take their righteous anger a step too far in many cases and that’s where the problems with the Koopa Kingdom lie.

- If he killed someone by accident he would be really messed up about it.

- Tbh if he killed someone on purpose he’d still be a bit messed up about it

- At first he was targeting the Mushroom Kingdom for land and power, but after a few encounters with Mario his beef became very, very personal and now he’s pretty much out to ‘destroy’ Mario—everyone assumes that means he wants to torture him, kill him, rip him to pieces, but to be honest even Bowser doesn’t know what he would actually do if he got his hands on him

- Possibly maybe there will be a bigger bad to fight someday and that’s why I don’t want to commit to Bowser fully wanting to murder this plumber in particular

- (Look maybe someday they can race gokarts together okay?)

- This is why I say, again, that Afterwards is not canon to this au, I was using a Bowser who’s a little harsher than mine for it.

I thiiiiiink that’s all I really planned to say here? I’m hoping I didn’t forget anything, but I guess I can always make another post later. If anyone has any questions, my ask box is always open. I’d always love love love to talk about my ideas or the Mario characters 🩷

I’m writing a fic right now about Peach being sick and Mario coming to take care of her (shock and awe, something not inspired by someone else’s fanart??), let’s see if I finish it or give in to the urge to post this to tumblr first. ✌️

Oh shit I did manage to finish the fic!! That’s cool, you should read it if you liked this post. :O

(I’m afraid to put links on this rn in case tumblr nixes it from showing up in tags lol, I’ll add some later 🩷)