#I am literally never getting over this I’m dead goodbye

[clairelsonao3]

Wait I made it make more sense

oh no you fucking did not you crazy magnificent motherfucker

(in response to this post in case anyone is wondering)

[yourmomxx]

— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —

male!reader

a bit nsfw under the cut

just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here

I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”

ain’t happening

starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues

But you didn’t let him push you away

It took a while for him to let you in

But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever

Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it

so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship

even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first

kie was the first to actually figure it out

because john b is a bit slow

and pope thought y’all were just really good friends

(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)

but they all love you

while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not

you most definitely had it easier than sarah

but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer

speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them

like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them

if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too

we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house

except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son

jj always held you back tho

he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison

you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first

silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company

“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”

he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues

“did you know that y/n did …”

“y/n actually told me …”

“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”

“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”

the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him

he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts

his brain short circuits

It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know

jj plans the cutest dates

like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows

soft touches

and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this

like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting

and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.

or bonfires

sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time

you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body

fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach

putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”

shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close

your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other

f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s

hello and goodbye kisses

puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)

falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues

such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy

says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you

jj practically lives at your apartment

he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything

when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him

will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent

with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible

and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily

of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that

communication is key in your relationship

you’ve ensured that from the very beginning

you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together

there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments

cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in

stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time

his wardrobe is mostly your clothes

you would go to jail for each other

“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“

you meet him at the beach to watch him surf

because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything

he’s the best at cheering you up

he’s everything but a dry texter

you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta

how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery

jealousy because, again, secret relationship

“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”

“oh, I’m not.”

“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”

“mhm.”

but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way

has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love

you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear

knuckle kisses

just staying in bed all day and cuddling

he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you

whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him

— nsfw ————————————————

you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them

he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory

so you had to teach him some stuff

but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be

he’s a switch but mostly bottoms

it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him

sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk

he whimpers

he has a praise kink

“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”

those just do it for him

there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)

and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)

he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too

quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)

his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫

head in small caves at the beach

hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”

the pogues tease him about them the morning after

“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”

teasing. like so much. from both sides

whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place

high sex

handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie

[belovedhoon]

monster

fandom: nct dream pairing: franken monster! jaemin x fem drs daughter! reader wc: 2100+ contains: angst, mentions of death, mentions of abuse, maybe fluff? synopsis: y/n knew that her dad johnny was a doctor and sometimes his scientific experiments were a little outlandish but she never would have expected her father to be hiding such a dark secret. how was she to know that her own father was doing freakish horrible experiments on the dead, that he had brought one of the dead to life? what will she do when she finds said ‘experiment’ in the locked basement her father demanded she never enter? will she freak out or will she help him when he calls out to her? taglist: @hmusunoo @st1llm0nster @lonelybutterflytae @bunnychui @multifictionx

fic under the cut >>>>>>>>>>

“Y/N, I’ll be back in a few days, so please try not to get into any trouble because I won’t be back before then to help you. You also know not to go into the basement…I know how curious you get…” Your father Johnny ranted to you. He was always going off on tangents, you’ve heard this all before, many times…

“I know I know Dad. You say this every time!” You said playfully pushing him towards the front door. Johnny just sighed and shook his head.

“I know that sweetheart, I just worry about you, especially when I have to leave you alone all the time.” He said solemnly. You sighed at his words before hugging him to comfort him. 

“Dad, I understand completely, however, I am an adult and will be fine alone. Plus I know how important it is for you to attend these events. I promise everything will be okay when you are gone.” You said to your dad purposely leaving out promising not to go in the basement… Johnny nodded, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before bidding you goodbye one last time and leaving to catch his train. As soon as you could no longer see your father and were certain that he was not coming back you booked it to the locked basement door. 

You put your ear to the door. It’s not that you were expecting to hear anything; you were just doing it to do it. As you listened with your ear pressed up against the door, you could sworn you heard a groan… ‘No’ you think, ‘I’m definitely just hearing things…’ You kept your ear there up against the door just to see if you were just imagining the sound when you heard a soft “Y/N.” You were not imagining that, you heard that loud and clear. What the hell just said your name…who the hell just said your name…? There was no way you were not going in the basement now. 

You pulled the pins that were keeping your hair up, out and put them against the lock fiddling with it before it finally popped open. Your eyebrows rose not truly expecting it to open so easily. You removed the lock and placed it on the table sitting close to the door before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door. When you opened the door and peered in, all you could see was darkness, which heightened your fear and to be quite honest your curiosity too. You stepped away from the door to grab a candleholder to provide at least some light. As soon as you got back to the steps leading down into what looked like a dark abyss, you held the candle up and hesitantly started the descent into well darkness…

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you could tell the ‘room’ which was literally just a narrow hallway kept going so you nervously trekked forward even if it felt like you were heading to your doom. You kept walking and walking for what felt like forever until you could faintly see a door through the small candlelight provided. The whole time you were walking you heard nothing but silence and well the pounding in your heart. When you were finally in front of what looked like a thick door, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Your mind was racing with what could possibly be behind that door… Maybe you should have listened to your dad. You were starting to panic and you were seriously thinking about turning back and pretending you never went down the basement stairs and its creepy hallway. 

As you were turning to walk back down the dreaded hallway that’s when you heard your name being called again, this time obviously louder and more direct. You jumped when you heard it and before you could psych yourself out again you tried opening the door, curiosity and well stupidity getting the best of you. But when you tried opening the door you realized it too was locked, but this time by a coded lock. ‘Why would I ever think it would be this easy?’ you thought to yourself. You brought the candle closer to the lock to see if you could try to decipher it and realized it was a number code that was needed. How the hell were you ever going to figure this out? Your brain started scattering trying to come up with various codes it could be. The code required 8 numbers. On a whim, you decided to input your birthday (xx/xx/xxxx) which made a clicking sound then turned green indicating that you were correct. ‘How sweet of Dad to use my birthday as the code to his little science room’ You thought to yourself. 

Now that the code was entered correctly, you could enter the locked room, so you slowly pushed the heavy door open and when you did bright lights suddenly came on blinding you for a second. When your eyes adjust you realize just how big this ‘room’ is. It looks more like an actual science lab than a room. You turn your head to look around the room when your eyes land on a table…a table with a person on it… You gasp loudly when you notice this person on the table. He’s looking straight at you too. You start to walk towards the man without even processing that you’re even doing so. When you get closer to a reasonable distance, you notice how odd this man looks. 

To be quite honest if he wasn’t staring straight into your eyes and repeating your name, you would have thought he was…dead… but that’s impossible… he’s literally talking right now, even if all he’s saying is your name in a mantra right now. On top of that, he looks vaguely familiar, you just can’t place why.  It’s all too much for your brain to process.

“Y/N…Y/N…” The man groans out, his voice deep and gruff, he almost doesn’t sound human. You stay quiet trying to wrap your brain around this bizarre situation. Your hands are shaking as you just stare into his eyes. 

“W-who are you?” You let out, your voice trembling in fear. Why was this man down here? The man's eyes study you as you ask the question almost as if trying to process what you are saying. It takes him a bit before he finally answers you. 

“Me…? I am Jaemin…?” The man lets out in a question as if he is unsure. It almost sounds like he can’t talk or articulate properly, which just furthers your confusion. When you realize the name he said your eyebrows furrow. ‘Jaemin?’ You question in your head. You bring yourself to study him and notice that his skin is ghostly pale and there is a line of stitches around the center of his neck wrapping around it like a necklace. You notice how green Jaemin’s eyes are and how his brown hair looks almost lifeless. He really does look dead. Your eyes widen as your brain finally puts everything together about why his face and name seem similar. Jaemin was a young man in your neighborhood who would come to your house regularly to talk with your dad. But after a while, you noticed that he was no longer coming around and when you would ask your dad about it he would give vague responses and excuses every time. When you were in town you would occasionally hear talks about Jaemin being missing but never really paid attention to it, you didn’t really know him so you just chalked it up to him moving away out of town or something, why would you assume any different? 

“Na Jaemin? Why are you in here? Why do you look like this?” You asked him in multiple questions. Jaemin just stared at you, he seemed like he wasn’t understanding what you were saying. You just looked at him trying to comprehend what was happening.

“I-I don’t understand…I am sorry…Please don’t hurt me…” Jaemin said and you could tell he was scared that he didn’t understand. You looked at him with wide eyes confused. Why would you hurt him for not understanding? You stepped closer to him and you saw him flinch, stopping when he did. He seemed terrified, and you couldn’t understand why. 

“Jaemin, why would I hurt you for not understanding?” You asked softly not wanting to further his obvious fear. You had so many questions. He looked like Jaemin (well mostly) but how he acted was…different. Whenever you would see him before he had this aura of confidence and fearlessness around him which in turn caused you to have a bit of an infatuation with him but this Jaemin was completely different, he was so scared and vulnerable even. 

“Master…master says I should understand…he gets mad when I do not, bad things happen when I am not more human-like…” Jaemin told you, his tone although deep and gruff you could still hear the fear behind his voice. Your brows furrowed again. Master? Human-like? What does that even mean? Isn’t he…human? Your mind was reeling at this point. You have so many questions in your head right now. The way Jaemin talked was so odd too, almost as if he didn’t know how to string a sentence along properly. It was all very strange to you, why was he behaving this way?

“Master? Who is master?” You asked. Maybe if you asked one question at a time he would understand. You had an inkling it was your dad Johnny but you wanted to confirm that thought. Jaemin blinked at you before he finally answered. It appears that it takes him a bit to process anything you say.

“Master? Dr. Suh is Master.” Jaemin replied. You nodded your head at his words to indicate you understood him. But his confirmation just led to even more questions in your mind. Why would Jaemin call your dad ‘Master’? You thought about what you should ask next before deciding to address his appearance. 

“Okay…are you okay? Why do you look…sick?” You asked slowly, not knowing how to word this without coming off as rude. If Jaemin was offended he didn’t show it, it didn’t even seem like he cared about the question in that manner.

“Sick? No, I am not. Master says I am alive now. I can not be sick, I am not dead anymore, Master said I am alive.” Jaemin said. You just stayed quiet letting all of this sink in. What the hell is going on here? What kind of sick “Frankenstein” mess is this? You knew your father’s experiments were a little out there but this is just outlandish and horrifying. Why would your father bring someone back to life? That’s completely immoral and how and why did Jaemin die in the first place? What is your dad doing to Jaemin down here especially for Jaemin to be so scared? 

“How…why did you die in the first place? You asked hesitantly, you had a feeling that the answer wasn’t a good one. You couldn’t shake the feeling that your own father was somehow involved with Jaemin’s death, you didn’t really want to entertain that idea…

“Master said that I had to die for him to learn better. I- I don’t know any more than that. Master said that all that matters is that it worked and I am alive. He said I can leave here soon if I do better.” Jaemin said. This whole time his voice just sounded so monotone and deep, it was unsettling to you, but that was the least of your worries… You needed to know why your father has done this to Jaemin.

You stepped away from Jaemin and walked around the big lab to the desk by the table Jaemin was strapped to and looked through your father’s notes. You came across something of substance, the top of the page read ‘Project J’ which you assumed was about Jaemin. As you read through the notes you could feel bile rising in your throat at what your father had done to Jaemin. You never would have thought your father could be so cruel. As you kept reading you became more horrified as you realized your own father killed Jaemin just to see if he could bring him back to life…The reasoning makes you feel even more sick to your stomach. He wanted to bring your dead mother back to life. You couldn’t, no you wouldn’t let that happen, your father needed to be stopped. This was sick, twisted, and downright immoral. You would do whatever it would take to end this ‘Experiment’ and save not only your dead mother’s peace but also Jaemin from the terrible things your father has done and will continue to do to Jaemin even if it cost you your life.

[piltoverfinest]

I was tagged by @chickenmaie and honestly, I can't believe I am getting tagged in anything, let alone something to do with writing but here we are, so thanks :D I am tagging @c00kiesandcream @rethly (because I did not forget you mentioning the 600 words you wrote)

I am moooore than happy to share a little sneaky peaky. I thought about what I wanted to share for a few days because I am currently writing two things, one is (obviously) Fuel on the Fire but the other is a little, not so secret, Hassian royalty/arranged marriage/(hostile) strangers to lovers AU. Yeah, it's a mouthful. Anyway, here is a first look at what will, probably, become "Our Kingdom Between Us". I literally just realized this was supposed to be 6 sentences? Uhm...yeah, this is not 6 sentences, sorry not sorry.

“Why are you doing this? What in the heavens did I do to deserve you treating me like I’m worthless scum taking advantage of you when it is you that gained power through this marriage?” she squeezes out, her throat tightening as her thoughts finally spill out of her mouth, burning her tongue like poison. “I have done nothing but try to befriend you, to gain an understanding of you, to learn who you are but every time I think I’ve come even an inch closer to seeing beyond your hard exterior you reel back to scold me with harsh words. Like I’m not worth more than the dirt you carry in from the woods.” 

Her voice finally breaks along with her resolve. She’s tired. Tired of pretending she doesn’t care about his hostility towards her, tired of convincing herself that she never expected a loving relationship anyway and tired of lying to herself about the way her heart aches to see the laughter lines around his eyes again. That one moment, that single laugh he granted her is etched into her memory like the words to a song she can’t forget. It sings in her mind, again and again, remembering the way his breath ghosted over her lips before he closed the door on her, shutting her out of not only what should be their shared bed chamber but, even worse than that, his thoughts, his feelings, his existence. 

She wasn’t anything else but a mere shadow in his life after that drunken evening. He turned as soon as he saw her enter the same room, fled whenever a moment arrived where they could’ve been alone without the prying eyes of their servants watching. He didn’t speak a word to her, not to hold a conversation, not to greet the morning or goodbye to her for the night. There was dead silence between them and she hated it. She hated waking up to an empty room and the feeling of an equally empty life. She had nothing and he had everything. 

“I…” Hassian glances at her, a confused look on his face. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought to find remorse in them, shame maybe, about his behavior. His throat tightens as he swallows down the words lingering on his tongue. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

BrokenHearts4Caplan Challenge

**ignore the graphic, i did it in literally two minutes lol.

So it's been a little while since i hosted a challenge, and since my last one sadly flopped, i ran a poll over sometime, and an angst challenge won the poll. (don't worry, im still gonna do the other writing challenge soon!)

But on the note! here's the newest challenge for you all!

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Rules:

It’s not necessary to follow me, but it’s always appreciated.

There are no deadlines, but please keep me updated on your fics.

Tag the fic #brokenheartsforcaplan

Also tag me in the authors notes (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Must be MCU characters only

prompts are all up for grabs. they will not be crossed out if taken

No RPFs

If you’d like to write for more than one prompt, please make them separate fics

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be. (If it’s more than 450 words PLEASE use the keep reading feature.

If I do not respond to your fic being posted in 24hours of you posting the fic, please message me a link.

Send me an ask or a DM with your prompt and the character you’re writing for.

Prompts are down below

“I can’t pretend to love you anymore.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I loved you, with every fiber of my being. And this is how you return the love?”

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“This can’t be goodbye.”

“Don’t come back ever again.”

“First time seeing a dead body, eh?”

“Please don’t walk out.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“We were never meant to be.”

“I just wanted to be enough for you.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t!”

“Get up and fight, you coward!”

“I know you’re lying.”

“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”

“You never cared about me.”

“This isn’t working…”

“I can’t believe you thought this was real.”

“No. We can’t… we are too toxic for each other.”

“Why me..?”

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“No, we can’t- we can't do this.”

“Someone might see us- stop.”

"... What else am I supposed to do?"

“Where else can I go?”

“What do you mean, you’re dying?”

“How could you do this to me?”

“You were never supposed to survive that mission!”

“Leave them; they’re mine!"

“Did you really mean that? you don’t love me?”

“If you don’t love me, prove it to me. prove to me that you’ve never felt something towards me. look at me.”

” Is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?”

“I wish we had more time.”

“This isn’t the real you talking.”

"Freedom is just a concept, isn't it?"

"I'm not some toy you can play with!"

“Don’t you love me?”

“What did you expect me to say?”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I hope you're happier.”

“At least you got what you wanted.”

“I was miserable, and I still loved you.”

“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”

“You don’t own me.”

“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”

“I spent so much time hoping you’d come back to me.”

"You mean nothing to me."

“If I leave, you will never see me again.”

“Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

“No, please, I don't want to die!”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m supposed to hate you.”

“Why would you do this to us?”

“How could I be so oblivious.”

“Why did I even think I could be enough for you?”

“I needed to hold you once more.”

“I don’t understand... Wha- what are you saying...”

“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”

“Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.”

“What the fuck do you mean, you killed him?”

“You don’t get to leave and then come back after all this time and expect me to welcome you with open arms.”

[juniperhillpatient]

I was thinking about why I really enjoy watching atla la but everytime I see a take criticizing how it lacks to the heart & depth of the original I often tend to agree & I guess it’s just that I expected to despise this?? I never expected it to have the heart of the original so I kinda don’t give a shit?? 💀

idk for me it’s just super fun seeing my favorite characters in a new & fun format & there’s a lot of head nods & just fun moments? I never thought it would be true to the original. like I said it’s a lot like watching a movie of a beloved book to me. or even just reading fanfic. of course it’s not the true story with all its depth & complexity & it’s not true to the characters perfectly but it’s still just fun.

so yeah idk like this has been on my mind all night & morning because last night I was like “wow I love this it’s so fun!” & instantly lost a bunch of followers (which is fine, whatever, bye I guess this blog is just me having fun rambling about tv if you’re mad I’m having fun rambling about tv…. goodbye) but like….. do u get what I’m saying? I expected this to be so bad it pissed me off. instead it’s just fun. some moments bother me more than others some things work well for me idk.

like I was dead ass serious when I said about at least 70% of why I’m watching this show is that I think the actor who plays Jet is hot like I’m just here for a fun time I’m sorry if you ever expected a genius portrayal in an unnecessary live action remake of a beloved animated story but I just did not 😂

that’s NOT to say I’m not criticizing it too or that you shouldn’t - I literally am too - just that I don’t want people to take my occasional excitement when they do things right the wrong way. ok I’m on my lunch break rambling over for now I will talk about this show more when I watch more later lol

[euphoric-rennie]

✿ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎_ armin arlert x black!reader

contains: no warnings really. drunk y/n, minor emetophobia/vomiting mention wc: 1.8k

a/n: wrote this while I was fighting off a stomach bug last week :’)

"ugh, who knew deadweight would be this heavy?!" sasha said to mikasa in a whisper loud enough for you to hear, as you dragged your legs with an arm across each of their shoulders.

"dead...?" her words scary words cause you to shoot your head up in panic. "i'm not dead am I?"

"no no you're not dead hun," mikasa quickly stated with a strain in her voice as the two girls dragged your body down the hall to your apartment, letting your weight bring down their posture.

you heard mikasa's reassuring words, but you still couldn't process. why did sasha say you're dead if you're not dead?

"guys i'm scared," tears quickly spilled from your eyes in the fear of being 6 ft under, never being able to see your beautiful boyfriend armin again.

"i'm sorry y/n you're not dead, i promise," sasha reassured as her and mikasa finally made it to your door. "here you're home now okay? see?"

in all honesty, you were completely out of it. you and all the girls decided to go out since it was a friday night, and it's been so long since you guys had a night out, especially one that didn't include the boys. but that being said, you might've overdone it a bit. you had a margarita at dinner before you guys hit the club, and you completely lost track of the shots at the bar after 4. The only sober one was mikasa since she was the driver.

mikasa," sasha grunted. "knock on the door. my god—she's killing my shoulders,"

mikasa, unable to use her hands kicked her foot hard against the door a few times.

"yeah wake up the whole floor why don't you?" sasha laughed slurring her voice. mikasa rolled her eyes shifting her position to carry you, a sigh of relief rushing over both her and sasha as they seen armin finally opening the door.

"y/n?!" he exclaimed with widened bright eyes. hearing armin's familiar voice caused you to feel overwhelmed with excitement once your eyes landed on him.

"oh my god! hi baby!" you basically yelled. you couldn't help but practically throw your body to him with your arms wide. lucky for you, he caught you just before your entire body dropped to the ground. "jeez, is she okay?" he asked looking to both mikasa and sasha, full of concern.

"she's finee," sasha told him stretching out her now free shoulders.

"yeah she'll be ok," mikasa said. "she's might've blacked out though."

armin sighed in relief that your friends were able to get you home safely. he lifted you up bridal style, as he said goodbye to the girls and told them to get home safe.

"mmm, armin baby, you smell so good," you sighed into the crook of his neck, and took in the scent of his ocean-scented body wash as you twirled the stands of golden hair at the back of his neck into your fingers.

"mhmm," armin responded as he made his way into your shared bedroom and placed you gently on the bed. you watched him in a daze as he squatted down in front of you carefully undoing the straps of your heels, sending a sharp inhale through you.

"aw baby," armin said taking note of your red feet and the tiny blister on your heel as both shoes were off. "y'know I wouldn't have let you wear them if they hurt you."

"i knowwww," you smiled leaning in to whisper to him. "that's why a kept it a secret." armin's eyes softened as he gently rubbed the arch of your foot, releasing some of the pain.

"now stay here please," he smiled as he stood up, brushing your now messy braid out from in front of your face.

"arminnn your eyes are so pretty," you cooed at him placing your hands on both of his cheeks examining his sea-blue-colored eyes. You were so mushy with him when you were drunk, but you couldn't help it because armin was literally beautiful.

"y/n, stop it," he whined back as his cheeks began to flush. you hummed and leaned in to peck his lips, which made his heart flutter a bit as he pulled away from you.

"don't move," he reminded you once again, before he made his way out of the room into the kitchen, nodding as he walked off.

just when he left, you felt it. you knew you were completely out of it, but you quickly recognized this feeling building up.

"armin?" you quickly called out as you began to slowly hyperventilate, feeling your mouth water. just as he appeared in the doorway with a row of saltine crackers and a bottle of water, he quickly tossed them onto the bed and helped you get to the personal bathroom, realizing what was coming next.

next thing you know, without even realizing what was happening, your head was practically in the toilet and armin was behind you holding your hair back, being careful of your coils.

"it's okay y/n, you're okay," he cooed while rubbing your back with his free hand. you couldn't respond but just continued to get rid of some of the toxins that was in your bloodstream.

after your little episode, you remember hearing the toilet flush and somehow found yourself sitting on the bathroom counter with armin in front of you, as you somewhat struggled to brush your teeth. ever so often the toothbrush was basically falling out of your mouth and armin had to help you hold it in place through your giggles.

armin was literally one of the sweetest boys you have ever met. it was at one of your mutual friends' birthday dinner when you met him, and you almost overate but really wanted a dessert you had your eye on the entire time at the restaurant. armin sat next to you at the dinner, and you two only said a few things to each other. But you were mentioning how bad you wanted this dessert, and armin told you if you wanted it he'll split it with you and even pay for it. it was such a simple gesture but it was really cute. now, you've been dating for over a year and sometimes you two still go to that restaurant and order the same dessert.

once your mouth was brushed and your toothbrush was back in its spot, armin grabbed your makeup wipes from the drawer by your dangling legs, and began to wipe off the now semi-smudged makeup from your face.

"armin?" you asked with closed eyes.

"hm?"

"what time is it?"

"uhh, 2:13 last time i checked," he responded which was only right when he went to the kitchen, making your eyes shoot open and sending a gasp through you.

"noo armin!" you told him throwing your arms around him forgetting he was tending to your face. "go to sleep I can take care of myselfff. here, go lay down!" your words slurred as removed your arms from around him and you tried to push him away.

"no baby it's fine let me do this," he reassured as he continued. "it'll get done faster this way yeah?"

your arms fell as you pouted, watching him throw away the final makeup wipe into the trash. he stepped out of the bathroom for a quick second making sure he told you to stay put, coming back with a washcloth. you watched his every move as he took wet the cloth, and applied your face wash before bringing it to your face. armin knew your entire skin care routine, but he figured it would be easier to use a washcloth versus having you lean over into the sink.

you stared back at him as his face was only a few inches away from yours, studying his features and his furrowed brows he focused on trying to remove any remaining oil and dirt from the day. you couldn't help but to wonder how you got so lucky.

armin stopped what he was doing to take note of your now watery eyes and sad expression.

"what's wrong love?" armin asked with a obvious fear in his face, sitting down the cloth and placing his hands on your thighs. "did something happen tonight?"

"i'm sorry," you started batting your wet lashes. "i kept you up." you didn't get this drunk often, let alone basically blacked out, but when you did you always felt terrible that armin had to tend to you.

"no baby don't cry!" he told you moving his hands from your waist and putting them to your face to rub the apples of your cheeks with his thumb. "i don't mind i promise. i'm just glad your safe and here now, yeah? i don't mind one bit! can't sleep with you gone anyways."

you gave him a small smile and nodded after he placed a tiny peck on your lips. afterwards, armin rinsed your face with the cloth so he could finish your routine, and took your hand helping you down off the counter, making you tumble over. at that point, standing wasn't an option so you crawled out of the bathroom and over to the bed, trying to use any strength to climb in. armin turned his face up watching you struggle, so he thought it was easier to just lift you up into the bed.

you laid on the bed, back flat as armin made his way over to the dresser and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts, slipping you out of your dress although armin always want you to have a good time with your friends when you go out, the thought of having other men staring at your figure and the way you move your hips when you dance made him want to pull out his hair every time it came across him.

after you had the shirt on, he grabbed your bonnet of the dresser slipping it on, carefully tucking your coils. once he was done, he helped you sit up, and proceeded try to give you the crackers and the water.

"no thank you," you told him sipping the ice-cold water with your eyes closed. "i'm not hungry."

"i know y/n," he sighed. "but it'll help you feel better in the morning."

you eventually agreed only agreeing to eat a few, which was fine with him. you then found yourself cuddled into armin, a blanket around you, legs across armin's as his back rest against the headboard, your favorite reality show on the television, lights out, and your feet in his hand as he continued to release any pain in them.

"hmm," you let out a deep sigh before speaking. "armin?"

"yeah?" he asked looking down at you.

"thank you for everything," you added looking at him with your chin propped on his chest.

"no need to thank me," he smiled. "it's all because i love you," he added placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"you're gonna have a killer hangover in the morning though."

[variousqueerthings]

Top ten most haunted episodes of MASH

I realised! I can now post this, because as much as I’m sure the finale is going to be one hell of a ride, I am kind of seeing it as its own thing in connection with this (I may change my mind once I’ve watched it of course) and therefore want to take it out of the running, because 2 hours of thematically weighted narrative really isn’t fair compared to the usual 25mins an episode has to make you feral 

anyway MASH is haunted, but sometimes... it’s even more haunted!

* Runner ups *

tuttle: this one goes more shenanigans than haunted, however it cannot be denied that an incorporeal person briefly worked at, slept at, and befriended people at the 4077th MASH unit

dr pierce and mr hyde: the first episode to make you wonder... wait, war may be war and hell may be hell, but maybe this narrative about war is actually purgatory and Hawkeye is so plagued by insomnia that he’s seen past the curtain and is looking right at us! maybe we’re haunting the narrative! but there are a couple of episodes in which Hawkeye is haunted far more obviously

abyssinia, henry: in hindsight we’re watching a eulogy of sorts. A goodbye spoken over and over, every time the episode is watched and the players play their parts once more. But Henry isn’t actually dead yet... 

heal thyself: an episode in which there’s a haunting by the potential future of losing your mind after seeing so much violence, however “dreams” does it with more surrealism and spread more evenly across the board

where there’s a will there’s a war: this one might have made the list, but for the fact that there is another episode in which Hawkeye dies more readily...

* THE TOP TEN MOST HAUNTED MASH EPISODES (SUBJECTIVELY, IN THE ORDER THEY APPEAR) *

the late captain pierce: Hawkeye dies. they tell his father and everything. a guy comes to pick up his corpse. his body lays down amongst the other dead, allowing itself (briefly) to be taken, before deciding to drag itself up again to go on and on and on. it makes you ask “what if he is dead and this is a purgatory of some kind and he can never leave?” and of course, it’s the episode that first invokes both Trapper and Henry (after the opening episode) as figures that will haunt the 4077th for the rest of the story

hawk’s nightmare: all of his friends from back home keep dying horrible, violent deaths in technicolour! he rushes to the phone, trying to reach them somehow to warn them of what only he knows is coming, only to discover that they’re all perfectly fine. it’s a metaphor, the violence he’s seeing in war is invading the peacefulness of his life back home, marring its idyllic, safe place in his head. but it plays not unlike a literal horror movie, just like the war itself -- he’s the only one who can save them, all of them, and nobody believes him

exorcism: I mean this episode is called “exorcism,” they very literally get the place exorcised from angry spirits. I know this tradition exists, but I don’t know how accurately it’s portrayed, but I do like that the episode takes it very seriously -- and considering “follies” I’d say that makes it even more canon that this is about very real (and not metaphorical) ghosts. sometimes spirits are a metaphor. sometimes ghosts are just pissed off that you’re not respecting them!

old soldiers: the episode in which they drink to (and with) Potter’s dead friends, and in many ways, to Potter’s life as well -- one in which he’s been involved in war after war after war (and now, at least personally, that’s about to end). Potter as a character has a particular feeling to him. he’s lived a long time and experienced all kinds of deaths, not just from war, but simply from coming ever-closer to the end of that life. in many ways the entirety of his narrative in this story is a coda, and this is one of the strongest episodes to showcase that, through the invocation of old soldiers

dreams: things that were, things that are, and some things... that have not yet come to pass. all the things spoken about by galadriel in lord of the rings basically, but make it even more fucked up and covered in blood. haunted by your mother calling you in to dinner as a kid. haunted by the life you’ll never have and the bodies piled in front of you instead. haunted by the perfect marriage and promised life slipping through your fingers. haunted by the expectations placed upon you. haunted by Christ-symbolism judging your desires. haunted by empty streets and your own dead body. haunted by bodies, by a lake, by a dead child. it’s just really haunted okay. 

the life you save: this is another one that feels recontextualised once you’ve seen “follies,” but maybe you were already wondering... maybe Charles wasn’t just imagining his brother hanging around after he’d died, maybe he really was there. regardless, he was feeling his presence. beyond that, there’s the metaphorical hauntings -- the unspoken thing that happened that Charles clearly feels very guilty about. the desperate desire to engage with the afterlife, clinging to a literal dying soldier. and of course his odd little unfazed acknowledgement of the fact that he may die too

follies of the living - concerns of the dead: IT’S AN EPISODE ABOUT A GHOST! THE POV CHARACTER IS DEAD! it’s not half-teasing the audience that maybe Klinger is just really sick, because Klinger is not the POV. it’s a story about life about death, told through the eyes of someone who’s letting go of the things that frustrate and worry the living. and then the soldier wanders away from the MASH 4077th, ready to let go, and joins other dead people in wandering down the road to... somewhere. they really just did this, huh. I also imagine just how sick Klinger might have been to have seen said ghost... makes ya wonder...

trick or treatment: coming at you all of a sudden in s11 of all places, we have literal ghost stories! in many ways this is actually the silliest of the haunted MASH episodes, because the stakes of the ghosts themselves aren’t so intense. the episode does have intensity and an actual resurrection, but in many ways it’s chasing away the fear of death, as one may do on Halloween. ghosts include: a dead brother, a ghost ship, dead husband, and of course the ghosts of all the soldiers that you watched die that demand penitence 

who knew: an episode that once more is contextualised somewhat by “follies,” but actually it’s slightly less the ghost of nurse Carpenter that stalks this tale (although she does that for sure), and more the eulogy at the end that pushes this one over the edge. The eulogy is really only partially about her, and far more about Hawkeye’s family at the 4077th. If Hawkeye is speaking as the dead in episodes like “the late captain pierce,” and “where there’s a will,” he’s speaking as someone who’s mourning the seemingly very alive people before him in this one. the fact that it comes in the last season of the show makes that speech feel all the more like the goodbye that a eulogy is

as time goes by: hey, remember how the show opens with “100 years ago” and then this episode asks “how will we be remembered in a 100 years?” a neat little circle back to the beginning, in which one remembers all of a sudden (meta, I know, but what is a haunting without meta) that we just passed the 50th mark of the show’s release. another 50 years and that question will be answered (and heck, 100 years since the Korean war is only about 30 years away...) -- an episode about living ghosts, leaving behind a legacy of their story that is only contextualised through having watched that story (a teddy bear, a fishing hook, a dress, etc). and of course, within that story itself, a form of final burial to the ghost of Henry Blake

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[lukewarmsoapytoast]

UGH the URGE to just spam this acc with angst writing is INSANE. Sadly, I haven’t written a full-length read in a while, I’ve had college classes in the mornings and I get busy in the afternoons. So, my point is, HERE’S SOME QUOTES I CAME UP WITH OR WANT TO USE‼️‼️

Please only reuse w/ credit!

Most of these taken from irl because it was funny 😭

LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINIONS AND WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT QUOTES AND SUCH IN!!!

Quotes

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"Of course you do, and you’re going to regret those bad decisions in the morning when you’re sober."

“What morning?”

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“You ignore my requests like they’re food allergies at a foreign restaurant and you wonder why I wanna hang out with girls more.”

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“I wish I could love you, too.”

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“It’s because I’m in love with you.”

“Because you wha—oh my god, it all makes sense now.”

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"Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. But you can't laugh, okay? Promise me you’ll listen without judgment."

“I mean unless you say that you managed to kill a god, I won’t laugh.”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

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“My love…You— You know there isn’t any recovering from this, the medics won’t arrive in time, I-I’ll die. I deserve to be made fun of for being that stupid, but I don’t regret my choice…saving you was my goal overall in life, my purpose, and I succeeded..I can die happy, but you need to let me go, first.”

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“And how am I supposed to believe you, huh? You wanna bring that fucking whore in to confirm that you still love me? That you regret fucking her over and over, and over, repeatedly, on our own damn bed??”

“[First Name], I—”

“It’s [Last Name] now, that’s what you’ll be referring to me as. No more pet names, no more first name. Goodbye, find somebody else to manipulate.”

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“Dude, you literally shot me.”

“I was beat as a child, do you hate me, do you want me dead, I know you do, I understand—”

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“I have a penis and it isn’t mine. ☺️”

“Uhh, what?”

“You heard me.”

“Where r u rn??”

“I’m w ur mom”

“Bruh”

“The party you told me not to go to.”

“Omw.”

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“If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

“😈”

“Uh oh? Please tell me you haven’t written an essay about this already and I happened to send that around the time you finished it.”

“I think I'd have the ability to persuade people. It's nothing special but imagine how much success you could end up having and also how many people you could befriend. I like having friends. ALSO you can stop any wars with just a "Stop pretty pls 🥺👉👈" like it's the best superpower. You could save the world with it basically, screw pollution”

“Dear god, keep going. I’m interested.”

“People who wanna fly are confusing, like, go skydiving or something like that, pull a hiccup from HTTYD. And why obtain invisibility when you can just tell people you aren’t there?”

“Wait, you’ve got a point.”

“Somebody asking why we’re stalking them? Hit them with the ‘NUH UH! I’M NOT EVEN HERE, BABY! I’M A HALLUCINATION!’. That’ll win.”

“Oh my god you’re onto something.”

“Someone trying to end the world? Nope. ‘Pretty pls be a good person 🥺’ them.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Since you asked.”

“YOU THOUGHT THAT UP THAT QUICKLY???”

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"What if he thinks I'm being dense?"

"Then he'll stop liking you. Problem solved."

Ideas

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When they're constantly assuring as they lay dying, "I'm fine, I'll be okay, don't worry about me, l'll live." But their final words, whispered, barely audible,

"I don't want to die."

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“I’ll be there for you”, “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, over and over again. “don’t hurt yourself”, “We need a break”, “I need you”, All of this, but you never mean it. Never. Not when I need you, your mistakes are a record on loop, your love is as present as my father. You don’t care if I hurt myself, especially because you hurt me. Can this break last forever? You need me to do as you say, you don’t need me there.

•

If HS!Gojo had a crush he’d confess like this:

(Texting)

“Let’s go on a date, do you like sex? Lol. <3”

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Chr picks up a completely dry and closed jar of salsa.

“Salsaaaa…”

Something drips on their toe.

“Is…Is it wet?”

Frantically checking the jar for water droplets or cracks. Nothing.

“Excuse me???”

Confused.

“WHY???”

Concerned.

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Father telling small adopted demon child to stay behind while they search for a plushie.

"Perhaps you should stay here, honey. This is no place for a child anyways. I'm sure we don't want you getting kidnapped by some kind of murderer, do we?"

"👹" Foaming at the mouth.

"Dear god, what have I done?"

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Two characters arguing in a group chat over who’s hotter and it turns into an argument over who would be a better boyfriend to you. This is how you make your grand entrance.

“What did I just stumble upon at this very unfortunate hour. I wish to die.”

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: Many Partings

Oh, oh oh oh, the chapter title is a mirror to the Fellowship chapter “Many Meetings”, don’t touch me I am cri

Aragorn: “Hello! Don’t ask; I know you want to go back home.” Frodo: “I do. I want to see Bilbo even more. I was sad to see he didn’t come with the others.” Aragorn: “Well, he’s getting really old, dude.” Frodo: “EXACTLY WHY I NEED TO GO.”

In which Arwen gives Frodo her golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s choco—I mean Valinor

Oh and he also gets another necklace

Eeeeyyy resolution to Eomer and Gimli’s little spat!

Eomer and Gimli are the politest, most gentlemanly simps ever

I love how much effort the book puts into acknowledging how honored Theoden was. Eowyn’s fear was that her family would be disgraced and forgotten, with no more dignity than a peasant living in a dirty thatched hut, but all this pomp and circumstance proves that the line of Eorl is still honored and respected and loved.

GHAN-BURI-GHAN

THE CHAD AND HIS HOMIES RETURN

HELLO I LOVE YOU WE WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE GOODBYE

I got so emotional about the drums, bruh, that’s literally beautiful ;~;

MERRRYYYYY *sobs*

I LOVE YOU MY SON. AAAAHHHH TToTT

“HAIL, EOMER, KING OF THE MARK!”

They’re in good hands.

Trothplighted! Now THAT’S a word!!

Aww, Eowyn and Faramir got engaged in Rohan! That’s cute :-3

Well there go all my goofy headcanons about Eomer being a cranky, overprotective brother and giving Faramir the side-eye. Even he just likes him automatically. Bummer. And here I was hoping for some funny family drama!

Eowyn: “Whaddya think of that, former crush? :-3” Aragorn: “Couldn’t be prouder :-D”

Okay yeah so when I read the last chapter, I wrote this thing at 3 AM like “kinda not digging how the book barely mentions what angst Elrond would be feeling over never seeing his daughter again ever; even the movies take the time to explore that (even if they paint Elrond as the bad guy who gets in the way of love)”, but at least here Tolkien gives us a mention of it. That’s nice. Please don’t just ignore Elrond’s feelings, the man’s been through enough.

OOH! A gift?? A gift for Merry??? I’m very interested—!!

GASP IT’S THE HORN

THAT’S GONNA BE VERY IMPORTANT ISN’T IT

PRETTY SURE I’M REMEMBERING SOMETHING ABOUT THE SCOURING OF THE SHIRE AND THE HORN BEING VERY IMPORTANT

Aaaand they all hug! Awww!! TTuTT I’m gonna have so much fun drawing this LOL

“And they drank the stirrup-cup”. Thanks to this line and Google, I have now learned a thing about the traditions of the Scottish Highlanders.

Legolas, upon visiting a cave: “Welp, you beat me. I like caves now.”

TREEBEEEEEARD!!

QUICKBEEEEEEEAAAMM!!!

MY FAVORITE TREES I LOVE YOU GUYS

In which Treebeard cusses out orcs in Entish

In which Treebeard admits that he bored Saruman nearly to death!!

Oof, that’s not the smartest thing you’ve ever done, King Tree ol’ pal. But I forgive you. I won’t call mercy a weakness.

I love the mental image of Quickbeam bowing “like a tree bending in the wind”. They are not VERY bendable, but they can be a little bit!

There are no Entings :-C

Gimli, begrudgingly: “FINE I’ll visit the forest, I guess.”

Gimli calling them “my hobbits” noooo 😭😖😭😫🤧😭😭

STOP SAYING “I fear we shall never meet again”, IT’S MAKING ME SAD

Bye, Legolas; bye, Gimli! Love ya both, you hilarious nerds.

Merry and Pippin get one last drink with Treebeard! Yaaaay!! 8-D

Bye, King Tree, I love you!

Aragorn threatening to spy on Pippin and call him back in service to Minas Tirith is hilarious and very on-brand

Ooh, red sunset and a green flame…wow.

That’s so evocative and I can’t find the words to express why.

Bye, Aragorn. Love ya, long man.

Well, well, well! Bo and lehold, look what the cat drug in! It’s Saruman!

Me when Saruman chews out Gandalf: LOL

Me when Saruman breathes wrongly in Galadriel’s direction: oh he’s dead 8-.

Y’know, it’s funny. Grima’s fear of leaving Saruman is a lot like the fear people often have of leaving abusive relationships. However, Grima has everything he’d need to actually make a departure, things that other people stuck in abusive relationships might not—a support system, financial freedom, another place to stay, and people who would help and protect him—and yet he chooses none of it, and goes back to his oppressor. Fascinating.

OOP. OKAY SARUMAN TALKING TO THE HOBBITS NOW, EVERYBODY SHUT UP.

Saruman: “You cruel little urchins. Come to mock an old beggar, have you? I’ll bet you wouldn’t even give me a bit of pipe weed.” Frodo: “I would if I had any.”

That is the KINDEST 1000 IQ gigachad own I have EVER seen. Frodo like, “I have gone through untold hell, but you can’t make me cruel to you, no matter how much you try.” LIFE GOAL: BE LIKE FRODO

And Merry like, “Here, I’ve got some pipeweed, you can have it back.” My favorite hobbits, everyone. The chads. The absolute legends.

*mutters to self* “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; and in doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head…”

Merry’s sarcastic “thank you!” to the curse on the Southfarthing tho X’-D

Merry: “Can I have my bag back?” Saruman, a petty wet sock: “NO”

I wonder if the Shire has a thing where you can like. Sue for damages to person or property. ‘Cause that seems to be what Pippin is implying here by “what about our claim for kidnapping us”. In which case, Pippin half-joking about suing a wizard is VERY HECKING FUNNY

Also would like to point out that Sam didn’t say a word until Saruman was gone. I can only imagine he was just sitting in the background glaring at him the whole time.

Aaaand they let him go. Hahaha. Doom.

In which Gandalf, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Elrond speak in telepathy, wooo~

In which Sam still wants to see Elves, even after he’s been riding with Elves this whole time

BILBOOOOOOOOOO

BILBO MY LOVE I’VE MISSED YOU

Just the fact that the hobbits run to find him without taking off their coats or eating or washing up. That’s like charging into a house to see somebody, with your coat and shoes still on, leaving dirt on the carpet but neither of you care. It’s so emotional and full of love and I just aaaaahhhh— 🥹😭🥹🤧😭

Bilbo will never not be competitive, LOL! “I wanna be older than the Old Took!”

“How splendid! How wonderful! But where were we?” Bilbo I love you

“Yeah I was invited to Aragorn’s wedding and all that, but I was busy and I didn’t want to pack.” BILBO I LOVE YOU

“Didn’t go to the wedding because I couldn’t be arsed” is such a HUGE MOOD

Ohh, the melancholy of watching the weather changing and knowing you’ll soon have to leave

Also Frodo and Sam same brain

“Except the Sea.” Stopppp I’m gonna cry—

“To their delight, Gandalf said: ‘I think I shall come too. At least as far as Bree. I want to see Butterbur.’” AND ROAST HIS TOES

Aww Bilbo getting old and forgetful. It hurts, but it’s so sweet ;u;

“May come in useful, if you think of getting married, Sam.” 8-D 8-D 8-D hahaha yesss, tease the boy

Bilbo: “I don’t have gifts for you.” Pippin: “Okay, but consider: what if we sass you?” Bilbo: “Haha, you make me so proud! I lied. Have some pipes.”

Bilbo: “B-T-dubs, where’s my ring?” Frodo: “Er, I kind of threw it into a volcano, Bilbo.” Bilbo: “Oh, yes, that’s right! That’s what the whole thing was about, isn’t it? Silly me.”

Bilbo being just as interested in oliphaunts as Sam ;u;

REPRISE OF “THE ROAD GOES EVER ON!” SHUT UP I CRI

Just the way they let him nap for a while before talking again. It’s such natural comedy, and also very sweet and warm and full of love and just aaaaahhhh

Also Frodo agreeing to finish Bilbo’s work. There’s something so emotional about that. Makes me think of Christopher and all the work he did to preserve his father’s notes…I wonder if he ever made the connection himself. I wonder if he saw himself as his dad’s Frodo.

And we end with some foooooreshadowing….

Friendly reminder to everyone who complains that the RotK movie has like five different endings and that’s too many: The book is worse. The book is so, SO much worse. 🤣

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

for the nights and days of life by @mochalottie longass notes for chapter nineee:

-Beard! Jake is such a funny image. It’s long and flowing, maybe he braids it Omaticaya style.

-Baby Spider’s return!! God I missed him and Jake’s little lab bonding time. It's such a clear image in my head, same as their little hammock is to me. I always love when a scene is so tangible for me.

-Me and Jake holding hands and never forgetting what Tsantu did. We will never get over it and we will never forgive him.

-You’ve got metaphors on top of similes in this chapter, babe. How many ways to describe Jake’s eyes bingo. I'd cut some. I tend to go harsher with my edits for Andrei, but I've never done that for you so idk let me know if that's not your vibe! I think I had one person ask for harsher long notes and it's on my docket, but it was not you!

-HAHA Kiri and the other kids constantly reminding Jake about how cool every scar they have is while he goes into cardiac arrest.

-KSKSKKS Lo’ak is so LITTLE COMPARED TO THEM. HE’S ONLY TWO. HOW DID HE BECOME BABY? DID YOU DECIDE HE SHOULD BE BABY?? DO I JUST NOT UNDERSTAND THE PASSAGE OF TIME??

-I adore the Max and Norm cameo it is flawless, I hope they keep sending each other shit. I am unclear as to what they mean by can they use some of it. Do they mean as evidence against the RDA? That’s my best guess.

-Neteyam: yay what a great day to finally hang out alone with my best friend and brother!

Spider: let’s go into this scary area.

Neteyam: oh.

-Lol of course Spider found hIS MOMS dead body and ship because he is literally Eywa’s favorite and least favorite. He’s the main character. All the shit happens to him. You know that funny saying, God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, that's Jake comforting Neytiri and Spider. "Eywa gives her toughest battles to her strongest soldiers."

-The fear of having a disabled child, or even just a chronically ill child balanced with letting them live their own lives? It’s such a great concept to explore in Spider, and I love Neytiri doing it. Jake was human, he’s used to them, but Neytiri would have never seen a kid break an arm or an ankle or dislocate a shoulder or anything like that. It's horrible and scary for any person to see happen to their kid, but yet you know the kid will be fine. For Neytiri there is none of that background knowledge and comfort. It’s such a painful but interesting concept I adore it every time I see it.

-I also like audibly cooed at her making Jake foods he likes all the time because she wants to make up for food on Earth being shit all the time. That is the sweetest thing I've ever read gOD I love jeytiri.

-Jake snorting himself awake has me dEAD, simply cACKING, but also it’s so sweet because you kNOW his ass never slept deeply after the war, or before on Earth. He only sleeps deeply in the cuddle pile and I’ll cry. Him and Neteyam both, Neteyam will wake up at the slightest sound uNLESS he's in the family cuddle pile.

-Neteyam and Spider are the twins that came to literally like, stab Jake in the heart occasionally by reminding him of Tommy. You kNOW sometimes they cuddle or run off together and he can’t breathe for a second because they look like two different kids of a different species.

-You fucked up, potter is the british version of putter. I’m laughing when the British or Irish slang slips in. I only mention it because of your authors note saying you were trying to catch them all lol.

-Oh my god Neytiri going to say goodbye and reassure Paz that she has Spider taken care of? That has my entire heart and soul.

-Hilarious of Neytiri to specifically call human technology stupid names. That’s so funny. She’s like “Jake, someone is calling you on the stupid dumbass square.”

-Jake and Neytiri now must keep up the ruse of science being a swear for years to come. Norm says science on a call one time and they all gASP and cover Spider's ears.

-Norm and Max better come back with the RDA, like they sneak aboard and come to apologize to Jake and fuck shit up in person. I know that isn't the point but I miss them deeply.

-Neytiri at all times just lowkey at defcon 1 just like, always on the fucking razors edge. She is so full of unhealed and unchecked trauma and PTSD it's almost hilarious.

[wild-karrde]

Congrats on the followers and thanks so much for the Friday Fic Recs (being able to scroll through them is literally what gets me through work on Fridays)!!!

Anyways for the quote ficlet for your follower celebration can you do Fox x f!reader with “The reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you. Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.” It can be SFW or NSFW.

And thanks again for all you do for the fandom ❤️

THANK YOU DEAR FRIEND! I am SO STOKED you enjoy the Fandom Fridays! And thank you for the prompt! It got soft, and I kinda like it. Hope you do too!

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, Fox insulting Thorn's caf making)

Your eyes flutter open as the first rays of Coruscant’s sunlight finally reach your eyelids. You wrinkle your nose, inhaling deeply and stretching your arms over your head. The soft snores continue on the other side of the bed, and you roll over slowly, watching the rise and fall of Fox’s back as he sleeps peacefully next to you. He’s turned away from the window, and you hope he’ll stay that way for a little while longer so the sun won’t wake him as well. Sleep doesn’t come easy to him, and he always seems dead on his feet, so you always look forward to these moments where he finally gets the rest he deserves. 

The chrono on the nightstand catches your eye. 

He’s still got a few more hours until he needs to leave. Unless Thorn summons him sooner. 

You don’t think that’s likely. When you’d met up at 79s last night, you could tell Thorn was concerned about Fox. He never expressed that concern verbally; he knew it would be a waste of breath. Fox would accuse him of worrying too much, and in the end, Thorn would sigh deeply, rolling his eyes while Fox continued to push himself beyond any reasonable limits. So Thorn had stayed quiet. But as you’d bid each other goodbye, he’d made sure to give you a pointed look. 

“You two go home and get some rest.” The “please” was implied. 

Thorn will be happy to know Fox had only stayed awake long enough to strip out of his armor and shower before conking out next to you with barely a whispered “Good night.” He’d been sleeping soundly ever since. 

Quietly, you slink out of bed, throwing on your robe. You tiptoe out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you to keep it quiet for your exhausted commander. 

The hum of Coruscant’s morning traffic is already carrying up to your windows as you make your way to your kitchen. You hum as you retrieve the caf carafe from the place you normally store it above your stove. Most days, you’re satisfied with a normal caf press, but mornings with Fox call for something more special. He was so used to whatever sludge he could get around the Senate offices, the first time you’d given him a pourover cup of caf, you thought he’d combust on the spot. From the way Thorn and Thire joked about the amount of caf he ingested, you figured it would be good for him to drink the quality stuff every now and again. He loved it. 

You get out the special caf blend that you save for when Fox is over, holding your breath as the grinder runs in the hopes that Fox’s heavy sleep will continue. When the grinder finishes, you wait a few seconds and are relieved to hear no shuffling or groans to indicate he’s awake. 

You dump the grounds in the carafe’s filter before heating some water on the stove in your kettle. Once it’s steaming, you do a small pour to allow the grounds to really bloom before you begin slowly pouring, ensuring to go at the correct pace to really bring out the flavors. The bitter, warm scent strikes your nostrils, and you hum quietly to yourself. You find comfort in the smell, and while you love caf as much as the next person, you know it’s secretly because it reminds you of Fox. 

Opening the cabinet over your head, you stand on tiptoe to reach the mugs. You find the new travel thermos you’d bought for Fox to fill with caf for him to take with him before pulling down your favorite mug and reaching for the one Fox seems to favor. You grunt with effort as your fingers can’t seem to find the handle. You’re considering the best way to climb up on the counter when a warm hand grazes the small of your back. 

“I’ve got it,” Fox rumbles softly as he reaches over your head, grabbing the mug and setting it down on the counter. 

“I’d hoped you’d sleep longer,” you say quietly, examining his face. The dark circles and bags under his eyes seem to have receded a bit. He looks a little closer to his actual biological age, despite the greying hair at his temples. You reach for the carafe, pouring his travel thermos first as his arms slide around your waist. You feel his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“I got enough. Plus, couldn’t keep sleeping when I smelled this brewing.” He turns his nose into the place where your neck meets your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Best thing to wake up to.” 

You let the joke about whether he means you or the caf die on your tongue, choosing instead to lean back against him, enjoying the gentle scratch of his stubble against your cheek. You treasure these moments with him, particularly with how infrequent they are. He’d already warned you that he’ll be busy for the next few rotations and that it’ll be unlikely you’ll see each other. You hate it, but he had been very up front with you about what being with him entailed. 

Not even that had convinced you to not at least give it a try, and since then, every second you were with him had been worth it. 

“That’s new,” he comments, finally spotting the travel thermos. 

“Figured with as much as you drink this stuff, you’d better take some with you,” you joke. 

He hums against your skin in agreement. “Too bad that’s all I’ll have this week. Going to have to rely on the tar Thorn brews.” 

“I’ll have to teach Thorn how to do a pourover,” you tease. 

“I hardly trust him with the cheap stuff,” Fox replies. “No way I’d let him touch this.” 

“Then maybe you could learn.”

“I don’t think it’d help,” he says quietly. 

“Why not? You drink enough of it.” 

“Half the reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you,” he rasps against your skin, and your heart stutters in your chest. “Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.”

You smile, turning to face him and allowing your hands to drift around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought it was just because you work too much.”

“That’s the other half of it,” he concedes. “But even when I’m not working, laying in my bunk at night, all I can think of is how I’d rather be here with you.” His hands drift under your robe, pushing your nightgown up enough to grip your thighs. You giggle as he lifts you onto the counter, pressing his lips along your collarbone. “Sorry I fell asleep on you so quickly last night,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“It’s alright. Glad you could finally get some rest.” 

“How about I make it up to you now?” he asks, lifting you off of the counter. You giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist, holding on tightly to his shoulders as he starts to carry you back towards the bedroom. 

“Fox! The caf’ll get cold.”

“Let it. It’ll reheat. Right now, I’m more interested in you.”

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i think it's absolutely rigged that this episode falls on april fools day actually. APRIL FOOLS! everything is still awful actually

Hi howdy this episode is so sad :( I'm so sad constantly about this episode. this episode. :( can't wait until the FUN season 5 bits where it's like they're GAY and there are so many ANALOGIES! instead we just have to wallow in sadness for a bit. so upset!! aa!!

Anyway yeah, lets go. I think when I listened to it at first I was really upset that I was at the end, like I was thinking "oh no I'm nearly at the end" back with 151. I still haven't listened to goodbye for now because it just makes me really sad that my favourite podded cast is over. I mean, good thing it's not now, but I still don't think I can make myself listen to it. I did put off MAG 200 for a while, and then when I actually did listen to it I immediately read Citrus' (CirrusGrey) fics about it.

Which, speaking of, it's season 5 time!!! Fuck dude it sure is! Not only a relisten, but a reread of all Citrus' fantastic fics!! YEAH!!! Ok, ok, ok, getting on with it now.

@a-mag-a-day

MARTIN You had- rum and raisin, and taught us all about emulsifiers.

He has the ice cream taste of a grandmother. Oh, also, funny story. So, we were getting ice cream, right, and I saw rum and raisin, and I got really upset, because Jon Sims had rum and raisin ice cream, and also the world ended. I don't- everything is a TMA reference with me, once someone asked me to open the door and I started laughing, because Jon Sims opened a door.

It's... very... odd.

JONAH MAGNUS (AS ELIAS) Knock knock.

Killing and maiming. I hate him so much. Die. Fucking die.

JONAH He didn’t have to. Nothing escapes my notice, and I like to keep an eye out for this sort of thing.

This guy is COMICALLY evil. like, not only does he end the world, but he ruins a cake surprise? why is he such a bastard?

ARCHIVIST Uh- thirty-eight.

HE JUST ADDED TEN YEARS ONTO HIS AGE HE'S SO FUCKING STUPID <3

TIM, SASHA, MARTIN (Crosstalk) -Jon. JONAH (Crosstalk) -Archivist.

WHY??? Literally, like, why, why, why is he like this, why, why??? Why did he do that? Why is he such an asshole? Why.

Why.

why.

ARCHIVIST If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it’ll work?

WHY ARE WE GETTING HIT WITH THE DRAMATIC IRONY BUS? WHY? "If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it'll work" STOP NO, WHY, WHYYYY...

it just makes me really sad.

ARCHIVIST I can’t tell you.

Your honour I am holding him gently.

JONAH He wished for a little bit of peace and quiet.

It's one thing to manipulate someone into ending the world, it's quite another to SHARE THEIR WISH? Dude. Why is he like this? This does nothing for him? He has taken one of Jon's only happy memories from working at the hell that's called an archive and twisted it into "oh boy, look at all that pain." For no fucking reason except to be evil. Killing and murder.

MARTIN Oh! Uh, (slight laugh) I mean- I don’t- normally- drink wine, you know- t-tannins are a proven headache trigger, and so-

Ooh! Fun fact! Rooibos tea has low tannin compared to other tea, therefore, Martin drinks rooibos tea, I make the rules.

TIM Oh! Yeah! I- just thought it might be nice, you know, something to look back on when we’re all old and sick of each other.

WHY. WHY. WHY.

"When we're all old and sick of each other" THEYRE NEVER GONNA GET OLD AND SICK OF EACH OTHER THEYRE ALL GOING TO DIE. THEYRE ALREADY DEAD AND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW IT. IM GOING TO CRY NOW.

ARCHIVIST (Crosstalk) (Under his breath) Oh, hypocrite.

I hate that it sounds friendly, like they're getting annoyed at each other in a friendly way, that Jon is friends with Tim and Sasha. Hate it. So much. Headinhands.

TIM (Crosstalk) Alright, alright, fine, look. I’m turning it off. Any last words for your future selves? ARCHIVIST Yes. Fire Tim!

ARHRRHGGGHGH </3

[Pause with clothing rustles]

CLOTHING RUSTLES!!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

ARCHIVIST It’s not- (struggling) you’re not the one who ended the world. (Archivist breath shows he’s close to tears)

Oh my god leave me alone. Stop it! Stop it!! It's just. Like. Christ. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can't even word properly, I just want to give him a hug, I just want him to be okay. Fuck, dude.

Why's jonny such a good voice actorrrr :(

MARTIN Are we still safe? ARCHIVIST Y-Yes. It- It doesn’t want to harm me. MARTIN And me? ARCHIVIST I won’t let it.

I like the way Jon's voice is in the "it doesn't want to harm me." Like it's sort of vaguely hysterical.

ARCHIVIST I’m just- I’m mourning a world I killed- MARTIN (Placating) I know- ARCHIVIST (Increasingly fervent) and we’re all trapped in its rotting corpse!-

I like this bit a lot. I think it's neat. I'm gay and I like rot. I need to read... what was it, thirteen stories I think? That's got the rot. I like the rot. 10/10 on the rot. Like hnmmn what Jane Prentiss says about the dead god, a world that was alive, was sentient, now dead, rotting with maggots and flies all over it, flesh squishy and yielding but also firm at the same time like a bruised apple, trapped on an actually dead corpse of a world.

That would be neat!!

ARCHIVIST Can you imagine? If we’d had this? MARTIN But we didn’t though, did we. ARCHIVIST No— MARTIN So there’s no point in dwelling.

ooOOOoooh title drop

but also... </3 like he could have kept them. he could have not done that. he could have not put the fucking solution to everything right after it becomes moot.

stabbing.

ARCHIVIST Healthy? I am an Avatar of voyeuristic terror, who unquestioned craving for knowledge has condemned the entire world to an eternity of torment; healthy i-isn’t- i,it’s not

I've written this so much on like every test, it lives in my mind rent free, it's hhnrnhrnnh holding it gently <3 like i don't even know what to say, this is a far cry from the whole mag 160 thing where it lived in my head rent free and so does a lot of words about it, here it's just... a lot of reaction images.

ARCHIVIST Why not? It- It’s quiet, here, and I have you.

ARHGHHGHHH

<333

ARCHIVIST No, it’s- I love you, I just— I need more time.

headinhands (good)

AND ALRIGHT CITRUS' FIC FOR TODAY IS SEVEN SLEEPS! WHICH I REALLY LIKE IT AND ITS JUST LIKE ITS JUST LIKE I KNEW WHAT I WAS SIGNING UP FOR, I KNEW WHAT THE OUTCOME WOULD BE, I KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. and like the whole bloody season it's just like it's just :( CITRUS ::::(((

read it. it's so good.

[normiedoctorwho]

Venting about the 12th Doctor and nuwho experience so far

So I’ve been working my way through nuwho for about a year and a half now, and since it hit 12 it’s been extremely slowly. The reason it’s been so slow is while there are episodes I like, I cannot for the life of me get invested in these characters, the major exception after the s9 premiere being Missy.

I love her.

Dearly.

I’m just gonna pull off the bandaid now, I liked Clara more with 11. I know heaven sent is gonna be amazing and gives a great tragic goodbye for her, the fact is as of now, I wish she would’ve left either after kill the moon, or after the s8 finale.

And I’ll stress that I am extremely biased towards more classic who feels for episodes. That’s where I got into the series and if you know me, you’ll know I DESPISE new who’s constant raising of the stakes. As in then Modern day earth/the whole universe has to be on the line.

I’ve reached a boiling point with the 12th doctor because Moffatt’s inability to commit to his dramatic plot points.

I’m not expecting Missy to actually be dead. It was obvious she survived. And she was the best part of the s9 premiere, but like… more of a buffer guys.

Speaking of a buffer, once again we have a perfectly fine companion break up that’s undone by the Christmas special because god forbid new who has a good companion exit/commits to it outside of Martha’s.

(Opinion context: Rose’s first exit worked, then Journey’s end happened. Jack’s was straight up bad, just forgot about him for two seasons, Martha is good as stated, Donna’s was horribly contrived and fucking stupid actually happy that’s getting a do over, Amy and Rory had their good exit at the end of s6, which got ruined by the Christmas special, and now Clara with the same shit.)

Magician’s apprentice in particular annoyed me because it felt like it was spinning it’s wheels while also yet again making the stakes impossibly big when they did not need to be. At least at the start. “The Doctor is dying. Airplanes are frozen in mid air! The master is back! What do we doooo?” When the initial conceit of the Doctor being torn between helping a kiddo Davros or letting him die was way more interesting. And I won’t lie, not all of this criticism is fair. I’d heard this was the premise of the episode for months if not years in advance, and got excited and built my own picture of what it could’ve been. And when the episodes themselves seemed to be actively avoiding the interesting thing in favor of Davros and 12 sitting in a room reading their character analysis’ of each other while Missy and Clara run around a radiation filled planet with no side effects, I got bored fast.

Like Moffatt, I know you got the idea for this episode from 4’s speech in genesis. You don’t have to literally play the clip from the speech. It’s not necessary and just eats up time. Just role with the dramatic irony and have fans notice the reference.

I will say I liked that 12 didn’t fall for Davros’ obvious lies and that 12 had a real plan to kill all of the daleks on the rebuilt skaro. 10 seemingly backtracking to pre remembrance character development never sat right with me. And 11 never truly contemplating the gravity of the consequences of choosing to save the earth over destroying the daleks in victory of the daleks was also annoying. So to give 12 this chance to get rid of it all and have him actually go through with it was nice.

I fully expect Davros to return at some point, but at the very least, it won’t be because the Doctor showed him pity. They are well and truly past that now.

But then he almost falls for Missy’s bit to trick him into killing Clara? Ugh. More importantly though, this episode relies wayyyyy too much on the audience’s classic who knowledge of thecharacter dynamic and what happened to Skaro. As far as I can remember, nuwho does not ever explain the Doctor destroyed it.

Listen I like it when classic who comes up in nuwho, but nuwho needs to stand on its own. And if it’s gonna take cues from classic who, then for the love of god stop having 3 save modern day earth plots per season and let the timelords be actual forces in the narrative. Vs some tragic backstory you lean on b/c you’re convinced the doctor’s mysticism is why we like him so much.

I swear nuwho downplaying that the doctor is a renegade timelord b/c Galifrey is no longer a factor in the plot outside of “waaa I destroyed my home planet in the time war,” is just so annoying. The writers focus on the stole the tardis aspect and not “my people had time and space travel but they sat on their asses vs using it to explore and help people.

I’ll clarify that I do not hate all of new who. I like it overall. And I like older doctors too. Plz I don’t hate capaldi as an actor I think he does a good job with what he’s given. But god does where I’m at feel like the show is just running on fumes while also having it’s head up it’s own ass.

I bet Clara’s clear trauma at 12 nearly killing her and being unable to explain who she is will totally get addressed in the next story.

/s

[andvys]

and i saved the most exciting one for dessert 🤭

There was one person that you hated more than anything, Steve Harrington. From the first moment you have laid your eyes on him, you just couldn’t stand him. You hated his cocky and arrogant personality, his perfect reputation, how sure of himself he always was. You hated King Steve, you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he used every opportunity to piss you off, he said things that he knew would get under your skin. 

OH MY GOD. ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS. CONSIDER ME FUCKING DEAD ALREADY BYE 🥵🥵

“Aw,” he shrugs, throwing his arm around her shoulder, he turns back to you, giving you a small smirk, “I’m sorry, queen y/n.” 

oh he will be calling me queen once i'm done with him.

“I know, you’re a whore in virgin’s clothes.” 

HAHAHA HE GOT SO OFFENDED AS WELL LMAO

You are both so caught up in each other, you don’t notice the stolen glances between your boyfriend and his girlfriend, the longing gazes, the forbidden touches between the table as they reach for the other’s hand. 

the way jancy loves each other in every universe !! (except when nancy loves robin 👀)

He had suspicions but he didn’t want to dwell on them, not yet. But when he climbed up the wall to his girlfriend’s window, hoping to find her studying or listening to music, he didn’t find her doing any of those things. Instead, he caught her having sex with your boyfriend. 

TRAUMATIZING LITERALLY TRAUMATIZING

The moment he steps into his bathroom, he drops to his knees and pukes his lunch out. 

cheating is literally the worst :(

“You are a busy girl, Nancy Wheeler.”

girlie... if you only knew...

There he is, your boyfriend, shoving his tongue down your best friend’s throat. Both of them are half naked, her chest is covered in hickeys already, his hair is a mess, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as she moves her hand into his pants. 

EW EW EW EW OH NO

“Fuck– y/n!” He scrambles to his feet, trying to find his shirt. 

you're clearly fucking nancy tho 😭

“You are fucking disgusting,” you mumble angrily, ignoring the heartbreak in your chest or the feeling of your throat getting tighter. The tears begin to spill and you look between them in shock. 

TELL THEM

“Y-You are such a–” He cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours, he kisses you roughly. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

His lips tastes like cheery coke and he smells so fucking good. 

oh yeah? proof? bring him over here 👁👅👁

“Yeah?” He rasps against your lips, “feeling’s mutual, honey. That’s okay, we don’t have to like each other, right?”

honey?? just like that i might be dead

“You will moan my name.” 

that a promise? 🤞

“Do it then because he never could.” 

THE SHADE ON JONATHAN 😭😭

“Fuck, you’re a little freak aren’t you?” He smirks darkly, “Byers couldn’t handle all of that, huh? Guess he wasn’t the freak after all, it was you.” 

😳😳 let's see if the big boy can handle her 🤭

“You shut up, princess. I’m not letting anyone fuck you, you’re mine tonight.” 

oh he's hot...

“God, fucking shut up and d–” He cuts you off, gripping your hips tighter, he licks up stripe up your pussy, moaning at your taste, “you shut up,” he mumbles before he buries his face in your cunt. Nudging his nose against your aching clit as he slips his tongue inside of you. 

them bickering when he has his face full of her is so adorable they'd make a great couple 🥰

“Good girl.” He mumbles, eyes twinkling with mischief when he sees your flustered expression, he feels you clench around his fingers as he pushes two inside of you, “fuck, you’re tight, how am I gonna fit inside of you?” 

NOT THE GOOD GIRL GOODBYE

King Steve is eating your pussy like his life is depending on it and he moans like a slut while doing so. Palming himself as he tastes you on his tongue and listens to you falling apart for him. 

he's such a whore i love him

“I haven’t even fucked you and your legs are already shaking.” 

SHVSDBSHSSISVSISVIWJS

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask, sliding your hand up his body, “I love sucking cock.” 

SHES SO BLUNT AND SO REAL

“Eddie Munson.” 

HES MAKES AN APPEARANCE!!!!

“Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked by the head cheerleader?” You giggle, “he really liked it, came back for more.” 

this is my multiverse of madness

Steve chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw, he caresses your cheek, “oh, we’ll make it fit, honey.” 

OHOHOHO

“Poor baby, can’t take my big cock huh?” He teases with a smirk on his face that quickly falls again when you clench around him, causing him to stop moving, “f-fuck.” 

NO NO THE DIRTY TALK IS GONNA KILL ME

“Pound my pussy, Steve, ruin me.” 

oh.mygkdn? god? 😳

“Mhmm,” you whine, you reach for his hands, dragging them up to your neck, “choke me, daddy.” 

WHATSISGOINGON RIGTJI NOW IM DSPEECHLESS

You both need a moment to calm down from this. 

bitch I NEED A MOMENT TO CALM DOWN FROM THIS

He looks up at you, “I mean, I’m still inside of you and you are playing with my hair so yeah.” 

THEYRE SO CUTE

“You know what? I think we should’ve done that a long time ago,” Steve admits, “in fact I think we should do it again.” 

his daddy kink changed him as a person. activated a new mode even

In a perfect world you would be together. 

THATS ADORABLE

okay that was so fucking FILTHY i think im absolutely speechless. im RED and on my way to take a cold shower 😁😁 goodbye ALSO YOUR STEVE IS SO FUCKING HOT !!!

IM GIGGLING AND GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT RN 😭 Your reactions have me kicking my feet 😂

Enemies to lovers with Steve is what we needed so bad

And omg I love Jancy but Ronance? I LOVE THEM

I'm glad you enjoyed the smut and dirty talk, I might just have to write more Steve smut for you😌

Thank you for your reactions, you literally made my night 🥺 ALSO IM HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS VERSION OF STEVE HEHE

[percontaion-points]

Heartless chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9

 I spent my days in class, because even though the academy wasn’t big on educational pursuits for omegas, I was technically the Sawyer Luna-in-Waiting. Which meant I had to show up to deportment and the culinary arts, as if my only goal in life was to dance around Callum’s kitchen while whipping up his favorite dish. 

I am once again begging this book to please look me in the eye and explain to me why Vail bothers to attend classes at all. 

“Oh, you’ve already decided on my future career? Rad. Why do I have to go to maths class? Deportment? Yeah, no. I will not be doing that. *upends wine decanter all over the rug and makes un-breaking eye contact with you while doing it*”

…and spending my nights cuffed to his desk leg until there was a permanent cramp in my spine.

Unless that desk weighs 500 pounds… Lift up the leg and free yourself babe. There’s literally no reason for this bullshit. 

“You don’t have to go,” Nadia whispered fiercely in my ear. “Jay will move mountains to protect you, Vail. Please. Just stay and give him a chance.”

HOW DO YOU MISS THE POINT THAT BADLY?!

“I told you, sweet wolf,” Jasper purred, “you don’t have to hide from me.”

Chapter 9 summary: We mercifully hit the fast-forward button, and basically skip ahead to right before Vail is supposed to leave to meet up with Darkness. 

However, before she goes, she decides to ask Theo one last question about the other shifters. He names all of them, and the region in Europe where they’re all from. (Please don't tell the author about Asia and Africa. Please, for the love of sanity.) He says that you can tell the difference between a pure-blood other-shifter and a werewolf, but you have to know what to look for.

He then starts to ramble on about Vail’s so-called ancestor, the one who did the first blood-claw. The story the wolves tell is that they had such a strong mating bond that it made all wolves more powerful. However, Theo is certain that Estelle wasn’t a wolf, but some other kind of shifter. That they called together all of the other shifters and made EVERYBODY stronger. But he’s certain that this version will never be told, because it goes against the wolf supremacy story that they cling to. 

Then, it’s time for Marnie’s alpha party. Vail has a bag ready in the basement, where she’ll leave from after she slips away from the party. However, this means she has to get ready in the basement. As she’s leaving, she overhears Pearl bemoaning to the school nurse that she has a clan alpha mark. The nurse is like “the fuck do you want me to do about it? Petition the clan alpha, you daft bitch.” Vail is smart and hides until after Pearl leaves, but I’m anticipating some encounter with her sooner or later. She’s kind of faded into the background, but I sense something is coming. 

Vail goes up to the party, where she dances with Jasper a bit. He leaves to “make a call”, so Vail goes to say goodbye to her girlfriends. They all know what’s going on, and the omegas beg Vail not to go; that Jasper will protect her. How they continue to miss the point is beyond me, but whatever. 

As she makes her way from the basement to the forest, she’s encountered by Jasper. Because of course she is. We can’t have nice things in this story. 

Chapter 10

“It’s not a trip, Jasper,” she said quietly. “I’m going home. Well, I have to find Driftwood first, but I’m not planning on coming back.”

 I’d been walking around with an empty chest ever since my wolf froze me out, but that was nothing compared to how I felt now. She was leaving me. And if that didn’t send my wolf back to me in a panic, I was fucked there, too. “Why?”

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Tall, with lean muscles and corded arms that came from physical work, Darkness Chance clearly wasn’t shifter strong, but I got the sense he could hold his own in a human fight. I’d just re-read his file and knew he was nineteen in a few months, but he looked older, maybe because of the hard light in his eyes. I was so used to the alpha sheen, it took me a moment to realize this was human hostility, and for the first time I was glad my wolf had split.

Jasper didn’t realise that Marnie was an alpha, and has yet to realise that Vail is a cat. So excuse me if I say that he’s shit at identifying what people are. 

Vail chewed on her lip, her expression torn. “I think… maybe he’s staying at mine.”

Chapter 10 summary: As you might have guessed, after overhearing Vail on the phone with Darkness, Reed turned around and ratted her out to Jasper. However, he knew that confronting her with this knowledge would only make her change her plans, leaving him high and dry. So he lay in wait to confront her as she left campus on Friday night. But then he also said that he was going to go with her, since obviously no amount of imprisonment was going to convince her to love him. Ugh. 

So they meet up with Darkness, who was forced to bring a friend with a truck, since his own truck is dead. Said friend is Chastity, and I get romance vibes from the two of them. Even from Jasper’s POV. 

They drive for a while, but it’s kind of meandering and pointless narration. When they get up onto the mountain where Vail and Darkness lived, Chastity starts to white-knuckle the wheel of her truck, since it’s snowing and steep and dark; mood. 

At their old house, Darkness wastes no time in telling Jasper and Chastity that he basically wanted to bone his foster-sister. The entire thing is icky. The two foster-siblings get into an argument because Trey hadn’t told Darkness about Vail coming home for a week about a month earlier. The entire thing is kind of odd, and I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop about Trey and what he actually is. 

Anyway, they kind of get settled into the house for a bit of a driving break before they leave in search of where Driftwood might have ended up. Darkness has a shotgun, and he seems intent on keeping it pointed at Jasper. Eventually, Vail is like “I think I might know where Driftwood is.”