#I have to wait for news either way before I can proceed with anything else though

[emometalhead]

Waiting on news via email is so stressful for no reason

[asneakyfox]

so let's talk about david jenkins saying the idea was that the crew would dump ed overboard in the mutiny before the writers changed their minds and had him kept in the hold.

he says they changed this for pacing reasons, so that the reunion could happen in 2x03 instead of being delayed longer, and i cannot argue with that, waiting any longer sounds excruciating. so i'm not complaining about this as, like, villainous interference from the WBD suits or anything, although it might be a decision forced by cutting the number of episodes. probably still the right call under the circumstances. BUT i'm interested in it because this explains a couple things that are weird about the plot structure of the whole season as it stands.

so first of all the crew throwing the body overboard just immediately makes a lot more sense because it doesn't actually require them to have failed to notice he wasn't dead. it would be pretty tough to carry the body into the hold and lay him out and cover his face with a lil washcloth and everything and not notice at any point during this that he's still breathing or that he has a pulse. and if they did notice you'd think they'd either finish the job quickly or try to treat him if they'd had a change of heart, not leave him to die slow. however the idea that they would beat him till he stopped moving then immediately chuck the body overboard, that totally makes sense, you wouldn't stop to check if he was already dead or not because one way or another he will be pretty shortly after you dump him in the ocean.

second the line from stede to izzy about "you were the one who kept his body onboard" always bugged me because it feels like it's meant to establish something about izzy but it's really unclear WHAT it tells us about him, in a way that doesn't seem like intentional ambiguity: i've seen people interpret it as a sign of his devotion and i've seen others assume it was a practical decision that the crew should keep ed's body around to claim the bounty on blackbeard. (and i've seen both interpretations from people both in and out of the canyon, so it's not even a normal izcourse divide.) i actually wondered at one point if the purpose was to foreshadow where izzy's arc is going to end by establishing that he thinks it's more respectful to bury a pirate on land than at sea, although if that was the idea it sure didn't work on the people who'd care most.

however this new info from djenks explains it pretty neatly, which is that the reason for the line isn't to establish character stuff about izzy at all it's just there to awkwardly patch a plothole. it's that someone in the writers' room was like "but it doesn't make any sense, why WOULDN'T they dump his body overboard once they'd killed him" and somebody else was like "idk uh maybe we can put in a line about how izzy stopped them or something."

now more interestingly! this also would change something bigger about 2x04. because i'm guessing the idea here would be that ed would have actually for real washed up on an island that looks just like the one in the gravy basket and just never actually gotten up off the beach, and stede would find him there, mermaid scene, and ed would wake up mad and storm off into the woods with where he meets mary read with stede already trying to follow him and the rest of the episode proceeds as normal from there. (and probably buttons would be just, like, hanging around following stede, or maybe he was already acting as a psychopomp and led stede to ed's body, idk, lots of possible ways to play that.)

this means you completely lose the beat of the crew voting ed off the ship. you wouldn't lose the idea of the crew being pissed at him; you could still have the kitty collar onesie probation stuff after he got back. but this is a BIG change.

first of all it solves a big obvious problem LOTS of people pointed out immediately when the episode aired which is that it makes no sense that stede would just stay on the ship after letting ed be exiled. reuniting with ed has been his driving goal for months and it's not even like ed has definitively told him to fuck off, he's just stomping off angry and incoherent and not even clearly in his right mind. but they couldn't let stede actually follow ed on his own initiative immediately, because it would undermine the later fisherman breakup if stede has already established that he's willing to leave his pirate career behind if that's what it takes to be with ed. so you end up with this awkward beat where he's just kind of passively standing there until buttons tells him what to do.

i think there's something even more important it does though! one criticism a LOT of people had about s2 was feeling like the crew all hated ed now and there was no clear sign they'd forgiven him by the end, and also some people had the impression that stede had just overriden the crew's decision (even though he does say he's going to ask their permission; it DOES feel weird we don't see that). now i've said before that i think there was probably going to be a reconciliation between ed & lucius, and by extension the crew as a whole, in the lupete wedding verision of 2x06, and i still think that. but regardless of whether i'm right or wrong about that. even without a reconciliation, this would seem like WAY less of a problem if the crew hadn't voted ed of the ship.

as it is, we have THREE scenes devoted to the idea that the crew as a whole (not just lucius & izzy, who both have more complicated individual relationships with ed) are uncomfortable with ed's presence on the ship - there's the initial one where stede's holding the meat on his face where they're all yelling at him, and then there's the actual walk of shame where they've just voted him off, and THEN there's the youtube apology scene where they're heckling him and stuff. and having three separate scenes like that makes it feel like the narrative is really hammering in this idea of a big dramatic rupture in the whole crew's relationship with ed. but only the last of those scenes was originally supposed to be there! the first two were just thrown into the plot to justify why ed ends up wandering around an island to run into anne & mary! if you only had the youtube apology scene, it would be much more clear that most of the crew weren't really all that mad - as it is, roach and jim explicitly saying they aren't mad feels like it's overshadowed by the weight of the earlier scenes.

(also a minor issue, but i've mentioned before that surprisingly often people think the vote was unanimous. this doesn't actually make sense in terms of the episode, because we know it was deadlocked and izzy cast the tiebreaker. but it is sort of weird, if the idea is that the crew is split on this, that we never get any sign of who voted which way; there's nobody but stede who is clearly presented as specifically not wanting ed to be exiled. which DOES end up making it feel like it's the crew as a unanimous block that wants him off the ship. but that makes sense if the whole concept of the crew wanting him exiled was sort of hastily written to patch a plot hole instead of being a fully developed idea.)

anyway. like i said i can't really complain about this as a pacing decision. but it is really interesting to me how many knock-on problems with the whole arc of the season were created by the change, and how much cleaner the original idea sounds like it would have been.

[tsumuus]

crushing on you | captains

a/n short headcanons on if the haikyuu captains had a crush on you. not proofread.

characters tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura, wakatoshi ushijima, shinsuke kita

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tetsuro kuroo

you two have been friends since the beginning or high school

he noticied his feelings for you after a bout a year

realizing how much he enjoyed your company and how his heart skipped a beat when you were near

he gets more flirty

making playful comments and constantly teasing you

the way you react confirms his suspicions as to whether you like him back

still takes him a while to put two and two together

you often visit him during practice

but only because he practically begs you to come watch and support him

he does it so he has an excuse to spend time together

he'd try to impress you with his skills

often looking to see if you were watching

becomes more protective than he already is

invites you to his games aswell

makes sure you have a good seat so he can see you cheering him on from the stands

keeps his feelings to himself for a few months

unsure of how to proceed with putting your friendship at risk

he asks kenma for advice

he seems disinterested

but kenma knows you too and thinks the two of you couldn;t e anymore perfect for each other

and encourages kuroo to just take a chance

daichi sawamura

you and daichi have been friends since middle school

bonding during group projects

you two always seemed to end up be paired together

he realized his feelings much later

probably around second year of high school

he noticed how much he relied on your support and how his heart always seemed to flutter at your smile

he's protective ash

he becomes moe playful the closer you two get

he loves telling jokes he knows will make you smile

very attentive to all your needs

tired? he'll take notes for you so you could sleep during class

bored? he'll tell you funny stories about tanaka and nishinoya embarrassing themselves until you don't seem as bored

anything like that

keeps his feelings to himslef for a while

he confides in sugawara who teases him for waiting so long to do anything about his feelings

which leaves him a blushing mess

encourages him that theres nothing to worry about and to just go for it

wakatoshi ushijima

you and ushijima became friends at the start of high school

he just loved how determined and hard working you are

took him a long time to realize his feelings

hes a little dense, not stuopid, and thats okay

he just finally seemed to realized why he felt so different whenever you were around and how much he appreciated your company

he might not notice it but he becomes a tiny bit more reserved and quiet after

observing you from a distance and lowk getting a little flustered whenever youre around

so so so protective

like hes afraid to get too close to you but also doesn't want anyone else to get near you either

you guys have a similar schedule, just switch volleyball for wtv club your interested in, so you two walk from place to place together everyday

he'll send you pictures of little things that remind him of you

not realizing how initimate it usually is

i don't think he keeps it to himself for a while

i think after he figures it out himself he would bring it up with tendo and semi rather sooner than later

the two of them quick to offer any help to confess to you

they think youre the sweetest and a perfect fit for their captain

shinsuke kita

you two have been friends since elementary school

growing up in the same rural area and attending all the same schools

he probably didn't realize his feelings for you until like second or third year of high school

since you often came to games and practices to show your support

it took a lot of teasing from his juniors to finally realize

he's always been attentive and protective

but it reaches a whole new level since he realized his feelings

lowkey becomes more playful

matches your playful personality

which lowk confuses you because he's never acted like this before you think theres something off about him

but he's just nervous

sure he's had crushes before

but your his longest friend, theres something different about this situation than all the rest

he's always checking in on you

asking to spend more time than usual

he feels as if he should keep his feelings in

not wanting to ruin what the two of you have

also because graduation is coming up and he still wants to see you after

doesn't want to ruin the whole friendship if you happened to not feel the same

but his team sees how good you two are for each other and encourages him to take a leap of faith before he even has a chance to ask for their advice

[therealsilvermist]

Please please please do a billie x martial artist reader where billie thinks she can beat the reader in a fight but reader takes her down way too easily, finneas films it and it goes viral

An- Hi!! So sorry about taking a while😅 I started my new job and it’s kind of kept my hands full but I hope you enjoy this!!

TW- none, all fluff

Billie being the gym rat she is herself understands your love for martial arts. She loves seeing the way you can counter act someone else’s moves again you. The way you can grab and yank someone onto their back before they can even blink.

Seeing you win so many matches makes her feel like she could take you on. Surely you wouldn’t or even couldn’t be that quicker than her. Billie was quick with her feet and everyone knew that. And with the mix of her going to the gym and working out she believed she could take it.

She was wrong.

So wrong.

Painfully wrong.

“Come on, baby! Please!” Billie pleads in your ear. You both have arrived back home and you had just finished a shower. “No, babe, I’m not gonna do that and I’m not gonna hear you complain about losing either” you tease under your breathe. Heading into the kitchen, leaving Billie to sit on the couch alone.

Being met with silence is not what you expected. Billie always had a comeback, she loved getting sassy with you. Especially if it got some reaction from you.

This remarks shocks Billie. Mouth wide open, words lost and shock potent. “I could beat you, Y/N and you know it, you just don’t want to lose” Billie yells back from the couch.

Finneas was hanging out as well in the living room. Quietly watching the interaction between you and his little sister. Thinking the whole ordeal was cute he grabbed his phone and started recording quietly from the sidelines.

“You think, you can beat me?” You ask, interest peaking. You both knew that you have won many matches and have never really lost before. The more you watched her blue eyes looking back pleading into yours, you knew you would give in.

“Okay, fine, let’s do it, babe” you say putting down the cup of coffee/tea you had in your hand. Quietly making your way over to her. You stand in the center on the living room, getting into position.

Billie hopped up from the couch quickly. She was grinning and chuckling under breath. You loved that she was confident but you also loved that she was excited. Billie proceeds to take off her jewelry and put her hair up. Getting ready for her win that she believes is hers.

Finneas, still quiet and snickering in the back ground couldn’t wait for this. He knew Billie stood a chance but not against a trained martial artist. Not someone who takes classes for this specifically, and he couldn’t wait.

Before you could say anything Billie quickly charged at you, wrapping her arms around your waist trying to bring you down to the floor. Seeing as this doesn’t work, Billie somehow manages to flip herself upside down while clutching your waist.

This ordeal causes you and Finneas to let out a boisterous laugh. “What are you doing?” Finneas struggled between laughs. “Is this how you think you’ll win? Turning upside down and hanging on like a koala?” You asked, peaking down at her, seeing her flushed face and determination.

Billie ignored you both and continues to try and manipulate your body to go to the floor and lose. Shifting her body to both sides trying to cause you to lose your balance.

“May I try something babe?” You ask. Billie peaks up as best as she can from behind you. Somehow she managed to slide from in front of you, to behind you latched on.

Before she could answer you reach down and grasp her wrists from your legs and pulled her from between.

Catching Billie off breath before she can counter, you grab her right arm, gently twisting it behind her, gently kicking her knee from out behind her, causing her to go to the floor.

Before you could turn her onto her back, she turns around, grasping your hands with hers. Now kneeling with you on the floor. Just barely sitting, balancing on her tailbone.

“No, I’m gonna win” Billie grunts out, she was so persistent you couldn’t wait till you could give her a kiss.

Despite her obviously losing and not winning, the hard core belief that she would win brought Finneas over the edge.

Billie was clearly on the floor right about now. Back fully pressed against it but still putting up a good fight. Phone still in hand, capturing the entire moment between you two.

As you both wrested each other, you manage to grasp both her wrists in one hand pinning them up above her head, using the other to hold her down. “Are you done, Billie” Finneas asks, face red from laughter, you look back down to Billie seeing her flustered face.

Realizing the position you were in, you bring her hands down to her chest, where you let them rest, reaching down and giving her a kiss on her plump lips.

“Are you done, baby?” You ask, the tips of your nose connecting, Billie nods her head, giving you one more kiss before pushing you off her.

Before you can react she’s on top of you, trying to get your back to hit the floor, you counter it by grabbing her by the waist and hold her in the same pervious position.

“Okay, are you done now?” You laugh out, Billie was stubborn and hated losing, but the little pout on her lips were too cute. “I guess” Billie says rolling her eyes. Reaching to wrap her arms around your neck pulling you into a deeper kiss.

Finneas keeps recording, making sure to save it to his phone. Posting it into his story, not before asking you both. Finneas knew that this relationship was special between the both of you. He dreaded the thought of people trying to come between you both. Seeing this as a chance to show everyone how cute you both are together.

As the story stayed up on his instagram the fans started to freak out.

“Look out cute they are!” Some of the comment would say, “oh my god, Billie clearly lost but refused to accept it” or “if they break up love isn’t real.” The fans were always so supportive and loving.

Billie loved posting pictures of you both together and reading the sweet comments. She also would get jealous when the fans started to speak about how hot you are, how hot it was that you could flip her on her back so quickly, “my girlfriend” she would mumble under breath.

“Yes, your girlfriend only” you would say pulling her closer into your arms, giving one last kiss on her cheek.

[danopdf]

Richard Winters x Reader [getting lost on D-Day]

Proceed with caution! warnings: swearing, kidnapping, allusions to assault (physical and sexual), blood, usual bofb warnings

When you jumped out of that plane on D-Day your entire stick was scattered just like everybody else

So instead of wandering around aimlessly, you gathered up a few men from various divisions until you could make your way to the rally point and get back with Easy.

But when your group was passing through a more marshy area, when your entire group (about 10 men) was ambushed, and before you could even raise your M1 you had been tackled and with a few swift punches were out cold

You woke up in a dark, dingy basement that was damp enough for the cold to be seeping through your uniform and into your bones

Your hands are tingling as all the blood leaves them from being suspended above you, tied around some rafter

With blurry vision you tried to search the room, trying to see if any of the Germans that had kidnapped you were still around but it was so dark you had to use the flash of a bomb dropping to catch even a glimpse of the room

There are three other men in the room, all tied up and hung from the beams in the same kneeling position that you are

The door to the basement opens, and the harsh sound of German laughter floods down the stairs, followed by the heavy sound of boots and the soft light of a lamp, stretching their shadows across the walls.

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Dick has barely been able to concentrate the past three days, not having any idea where you could be and hearing nothing about you from the other Easy men who had all finally gathered at the rally point- hell he’d even found Lewis before he found you

“Nix! Have you seen y/n?”

“They haven’t checked in yet?”

“No, nobody’s seen them since they got in with their stick, and none of those men know where they are either.”

Dick can barely concentrate because he‘s terrified that everybody that he sees hanging from a tree or lying face down in the mud is going to be yours

During Brecourt Dick thinks he sees you out of the corner of his eye and he freezes, Carwood has to drag him back into the trench because he almost gets shot right through the helmet

After that, he tries to push thoughts of you to the back of his mind

He tries compartmentalizing it to make what may be news of your death easier to deal with but if anything it just hurts him more because he doesn’t want to push the thoughts of you away

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You can’t tell how long it’s been since you dropped, but every time you get dragged up from the basement into one of the rooms it’s always night, or the drapes are drawn so tight you can’t tell if daytime has ever existed

The first few days you spent praying for someone- for Dick- to find you but after days of being beaten, bruised, touched, cut, and interrogated you want nothing more than the sweet relief of death

‘The others got the bliss of fading away in the night or a short-tempered captain, why can’t I get the same? Because you have to wait for Dick, he wouldn’t leave you and he wouldn’t want you to give up, you’re stronger than this.’

You just hoped that this town was one that's meant to be liberated, and not destroyed, but if the ever-encroaching sound of artillery being dropped is anything to go by, you may not be so lucky

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Dick knows they’re running behind, but that’s what happens when you meet a bunch of Germans who don’t know when to quit

They were supposed to take the small town a week after dropping, but due to some overly enthusiastic resistance, it's been nearly two weeks since they dropped, since Dick lost you

He had sent most of the Easy men to start clearing houses and rallying up prisoners when his small meeting with Lewis gets interrupted by a voice yelling separately for Gene, who comes blazing around the corner already grabbing gauze from his pack

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You heard the sounds of gunfire and grenades close enough that it made dust fall over your greasy hair and bloodied face, and you just hoped that it was the sound of the Allies winning and not them being the ones to flee

Twenty minutes after the gunfire and yelling had stopped the sound of heavy footsteps floods the house above, and muffled voices talking, kicking open doors firing off a few single shots

The door to the basement wrenches open and two sets of heavy boots descend the stairs

You flinch and pray that if it’s the Germans again this time they just kill you

Wincing as the flashlight passes over the room, scanning over the other bodies that have flies swarming them and landing on you- the only soldier left with your arms hanging from the rafters, bloodied and broken like a slaughterhouse pig

Steeling yourself you look toward the bright light and your body nearly gives out when you hear a familiar voice say

“L/n? Holy shit.”

And then the quick scuffle of boots as the same voice demands

“George go get Doc- and Winters, get Winters!”

The heavy footsteps come toward you and when a large hand reaches out to touch you, you flinch and your bleary eyes shoot open

“Hey, hey you’re alright, I’m gonna let you down, alright?”

By the time your vision clears enough to make out the person in front of you, your hands are freed from the rafter and you’re slumping forward into their arms

‘Toye?” Your throat is scratchy and dry from crying and being denied water for ‘misbehaving’ (biting an officer's hand hard when he tried to touch you)

“Yeah it’s me l/n, we’re here, we’ve got you.”

You haven't seen anyone good in weeks and you were no more than a few hours away from bashing your head off the wall until it all went away, but now here you are being held by a friend- a brother, and he’s so gentle, and caring

The second you can actually move your numb arms again you’re wrapping them around his shoulders and holding him as tight as you can, digging your bloody fingers into the fabric of his uniform as you start to shake and dob, but nothing comes out with how dehydrated you are

“Let’s get you out of here y/n”

Joe carefully wraps one arm around your waist and on shaky legs you start toward the exit, stumbling up the stairs, and blinking hard as the first bits of dull grey light seep through the windows

You know you shouldn’t be, but when you have to step over one of the men’s bodies to get out the door you feel a sense of relief and you give him a small kick as you lift your boot (which Joe sees but doesn’t say anything beyond a small amused huff)

You slowly step out onto the top step of the house and have to cover your eyes from the bright light of the dull grey sky- a sky that you haven’t seen in weeks

Taking a deep breath Toye stands beside you watching the way you tear up. Your lip quivers and suddenly you drop, and his hands are reaching out to guide you as gently as he can to the ground

Fast footsteps come around the corner and suddenly you’re being gently coaxed away from Joe’s chest and into the awaiting arm of Gene, whose eyes are scanning over you quickly and his hands are already reaching for a rag and water to both clean you and for you to shakily take sips of

More footsteps round the corner and more of Easy forms a cautious semi-circle around the front steps where you’re leaning against Joe’s chest and Gene is wiping caked-on blood away from the many cuts and bruises along your weak body

You’re practically asleep in Joe’s arms with the knowledge that you’re now safe, but you bolt upright (much to the gentle complaint of Gene) when you hear a series of fast, heavy footsteps and the commanding call of

“Where are they? Move, move!”

And suddenly there he is, pushing through the crowd of Easy men

“Dick.” You breathe softly, your raw voice cracking when he stands in front of you, taking in how different you look and how frail you’ve become since you last saw each other right before jumping out of those goddamn planes

He pulls off his helmet and drops next to you, pulling you away from both the others and into his arms, arms that you’ve missed so much

“I thought I lost you.”

You burst into tears, finally having some water in your system (thanks to Gene who forced you to drink, and thanks to Skip who immediately passed over his canteen)

Dick cards his fingers through your gross hair and plants soft reassuring kisses along your brow and down until he softly kisses your chapped lips

The kiss tastes more like blood than him but it’s still the most comforting kiss that you’ve had in weeks, and it’s Dick that’s kissing you, in front of everyone with not a care in the world other than making sure you’re comfortable and safe

“You found me.”

Slowly Dick slide into the spot that Toye had been in, holding you tight against his chest and wrapping you in his arms, allowing Gene to keep working on wiping away the blood and grime so he can fix you up

Most of the men disperse after realizing the intimacy of the moment, and the rest leave the second Dick tucks his head between your shoulder and jaw, and he sighs shakily

The entire time Gene is patching you up Dick is whispering soft words into your ear, reassuring you that you’re safe and that he’s not going to let anything happen to you again

Gene helps Dick carefully bring you back to the aid station that is being set up, so that he can do a more in-depth check-up, and the entire time Dick is next to you, holding your hand

When the time comes for you to give a statement of sorts on what happened to you over the few weeks that you were missing, Dick does not let go of your hand

Maybe he cries a little when he hears all that you went through, but that fact doesn’t leave the room

After you’re interviewed, checked over, and had a good cry while in the shower (that Dick sits outside of and holds your hand through the gap in the curtain so you’re not alone), Lewis tells Dick that he had commandeered a house for you two and that he had even found a real bed with pillows and a few blankets

Dick spends the entire night wrapping you in his arms and holding you as close as he can without you two merging together

You don’t say much other than just repeating how much you love each other

You fall asleep quickly in the safety of his arms and with his soothing heartbeat under your ears

Until the moment Dick falls asleep he is whispering promises into the crown of your head

“I’m not going to let anything else happen to you ever again, I promise.”

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 7/End

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.6k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, explicit language, anxiety, but mostly, it's a goddamn happy ending, you guys!! Finally!!! All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A/N: Holy shit. I can't believe it. We've made it to the end of this series. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who's been along on this ride. Your support of this story has really bowled me over. I so hope you love this ending as much as I do.

For this one, especially, any comment, reblog, or ask will mean so much to me. I can't wait to talk to you all about where we leave our sweet beans.

Curtis stood on the front step of your house, waiting to be let in. He'd never gone in this way before, not even the first time. But he didn’t work for you anymore. He was the boyfriend now. A guest. So he'd play by the rules he'd always been so annoyed with Colin and Johnny and the like for flaunting. 

It only took a few minutes for Jensen to open the door. “Hey man,” he greeted warmly. “You know you don’t have to stand out here. Come on, get in.” Curtis followed Jake in, then stood somewhat awkwardly in the entryway. Luckily, Jake kept talking. “I should’ve texted you, but I was really sorry to hear how that whole thing went down. It wasn’t fair to either of you.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Curtis said sincerely. “I appreciate it. And I’m sorry, for all the secrecy.”

Jake shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry. You didn’t owe me any of that.”

Curtis gave a slight nod. “I hope you at least got a promotion out of it.”

Jake ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, kind of. Although I’m sort of pulling double duty right now while we try to find a new driver. But I think the trip went well, so…” he trailed off and shrugged. “You found something, yet?”

Curtis just shook his head. Honestly, he’d barely started looking for his next job. He’d been tired of personal security for a while now, and this seemed like a good opportunity to see what was next. Figure out what he actually wanted. Growing up in foster care, he’d been too aware of how easily things could be taken away, so as soon as he’d started making money, saving had been a priority for him. He had a decent rainy day fund set aside now. He figured he might as well make use of it. And if he got to a point where he needed to pick up a short-term gig here or there, he was sure, with all of his connections now, that he’d be able to do that. “No,” he said, “I think I’m gonna take my time.”

“Nice,” Jake nodded. “Good for you. Well, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. I always liked working with you.”

That got a genuine smile out of Curtis. “Thanks, Jake, you too.” He glanced around your house anxiously. He thought he heard Michelle in the living room, but he didn’t know who else might be here, occupying your time. “Everybody still busy with her?”

“No, the stylist and makeup artists left a couple of minutes ago. I think she’s just getting dressed now, in her room. You should be good.”

Curtis nodded, patted Jake on the shoulder, and made his way through your house.

Two weeks apart. They’d been filled with constant texting, evening phone calls, as much checking in as he could manage in your busy schedule. Hearing about your appearances, junket days, meet and greets. You were finally back, as of that morning, but he still had to steal time for your reunion before the last of your late-night talk show appearances. Your schedule never stopped.

He took the stairs up to your bedroom two at a time and gave a light knock once he got to your door. It immediately swung open to reveal you standing right in front of him in your underwear. He barely had a moment to process before you were throwing yourself at him, filling his arms with you, burying your face in his neck. “I’m so happy you’re here,” you breathed.

“Yeah,” he whispered, holding you as tight as he could. “Me too. Me too.” He shuffled you further into the room so he could kick the door shut behind him and then stood there with you in his arms for as long as you both needed.

You finally pulled away and he took his chance to look around. A rolling rack of clothing your stylist must have brought over was against one wall. Two outfits were laid out on the bed. Your suitcase was flung open in the far corner of the room, items spilling out of it. And then he took you in. Your hair and makeup were already done, but if he looked very closely, he could see the barest hint of bags under your eyes. Your smile was a little sad and you were picking at your nails, seemingly without realizing it. “How are you doing?” he asked, softly.

“I’m alright. I’m– I don’t know. I’m really tired, but,” you looked around yourself, “I’m happy to be home.”

He nodded. The exhaustion was radiating off of you. You’d told him in one of your late-night phone conversations that you’d barely slept on your trip. He wished he could wrap you up and tuck you into bed right now. “Were you able to sleep on the plane at all?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s just been,” you shrugged again, “too much to think about.”

He opened his mouth to ask what was on your mind, but you were already turning away. You went to the foot of your bed and stared at the outfits laid out there. 

“Which do you think?” you asked, your hands on your hips.

He looked at the two outfits. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for. He didn’t feel like he really knew clothes well enough to offer any sort of an opinion. One was a dress, low-cut and mid-length, maybe. The other was a pair of shiny black pants, although not leather, and a billowy metallic tank. Each outfit had a corresponding pair of sky-high heels sitting at the foot of the bed. “What are you gonna be most comfortable in?” he finally asked. 

You sighed ruefully. “Yeah, I'm sure jeans and a t-shirt would go over real well.” After a moment of thought, you picked up the pants and blouse and started putting them on. 

You were both quiet as you put on the finishing touches. He helped you with the necklace and bracelets, his big hands carefully opening and closing the clasps.

You stepped away and turned to him. “What do you think?” you asked, a touch of shyness in your voice. 

He closed the space between you and put his hands on your hips. “You’re beautiful,” he said, sincerely. 

You just looked at him for a moment, studying his face for something, he didn’t know what. Finally, you asked, “You really do love me, don't you?” with just a touch of awe in your voice.

“Yes,” he said without a moment of hesitation, trying to infuse that one word with all of his certainty. 

He'd only told you he loved you a few times, since that first time, not wanting to overwhelm or pressure you. He knew he'd jumped ahead. You hadn't said it back yet which was fine. He understood. You'd get there when you were ready. But even if he was trying to go at your pace, he never wanted you to doubt him.

You kissed him unabashedly at that and it did something to settle the worry he'd felt since he laid eyes on you. You pulled back and grinned, the first real smile he'd seen from you since before you left for New York. “I'm gonna get yelled at for messing up my lipstick, but I don't care,” you said, before going in for another, shorter one. He gripped your hips tighter as you pulled your head away, giving him a knowing smirk. “Come on, I’m sure I’m already running late.”

He didn’t let go. Something about this time, just the two of you, felt too precious. “I don’t work for you anymore. I’m the boyfriend now, so I don’t fucking care if you’re late.”

You laughed, big and loud, and it quieted the rest of the unease he’d been feeling about how you were doing. When you were done, you leaned into his chest and just stood there. “I missed you so much,” you whispered.

“I missed you too,” he whispered back wrapping his arms around you. He took a deep breath, savoring the fact that you were there, in front of him, in his arms. Right now, he had you.

And then, of course, there was an impatient knock on the door. “I'll be right there!” you called out, then knocked your forehead against his shoulder, taking a deep fortifying breath. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, “you're so good at this. No matter what, this is something you can do. I've always admired the way you handle this stuff. OK? You can do this.”

You sighed and nodded into his shoulder. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. You’d talked, a little, about how upset you’d both gotten the night before you’d left for New York. He couldn’t help but feel that maybe in his frustration and desperation and worry, he’d come on too strong. He knew you weren’t upset with him, but– “I just want you to be happy. No matter what that looks like, I just want to help you get there.”

You moved your head from where it was tucked into his shoulder so you could look him in the eye. “I know,” you said, gratefulness shining in your eyes. “If I know anything, I know that.” You kissed him again, short and soft and sweet. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

It was an odd experience, climbing into the back of your SUV instead of sitting with Jake in the front. Michelle sat in the middle row, acting pointedly cold to him. That was fine, honestly. He wasn’t quite ready to forgive her for the things she’d said when the news of your relationship broke. He didn’t know when he would be. You deserved better.

You were very quiet. He wanted to ask, again, about what was on your mind, but he didn’t want to do that with an audience. So he held your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, and didn’t move a muscle when you rested your head on his shoulder.

Curtis couldn’t stop fidgeting. He was sitting by himself on what he used to derisively think of as the boyfriend couch. Michelle was on the other couch, focused on emails as always, while Tanya hovered in the middle of the room. There were snacks and drinks laid out on the green room’s coffee table that he was welcome to now, but he hadn’t touched them. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, filling up the big TV on the wall as you chatted with one of the countless late-night Jimmy’s. You looked okay. A little stiff. A little tired. But that was probably only because he knew all the signs to look for.  

You’d covered all the benign greetings and small talk and were now getting into the meat of the interview. Whichever Jimmy this was reached across his desk and held up a black paperboard-backed picture of you, twelve or thirteen years old, complete with braces and awkward pigtails. It was from that fucking show. 

He saw the anxiety flash across your face, quickly followed by your cheerful mask, although he didn't think he imagined the way it was more strained than usual. Tanya saw it too, judging by the way she took a step forward. 

Jimmy was blathering on about the recent influx of TV reunions and reboots and wouldn’t it be fun, wouldn't everyone just love it if there was some sort of reunion for this? The audience roared in agreement. 

You forced a chuckle that wouldn't have fooled anyone, pure panic in your eyes. And then you looked directly into the camera and Curtis knew, he knew, that you were looking at him. He tried to send you all of his confidence, all of his support, all of his love. All of his certainty that however you wanted to handle this, you could do it.

He was fooling himself, he knew, but he was sure that you felt it, because in the next moment you took a deep breath, turned to Jimmy, and said, “No, I don't think so.”

Jimmy just gaped at you for a second, clearly taken aback by you suddenly not playing along. He tried to cover with a good-natured laugh and “What? Oh no! Why not?”

You didn't match his tone. You responded seriously, “I really hated making that show.” There were a few audible gasps from the audience, but you ignored them. “Everyone did. It was a miserable place to be. Everyone hated each other. Everyone fought all the time. For seven years! I was a child and no one protected me from that. I went to work every day, as a child, in the most toxic environment. But I was making money. So I guess it was ok.

“And now, god, it’s been ten years! And everyone just keeps bringing it up. It’s all anyone wants to talk to me about. And I just can’t talk about it anymore. I really can’t. I’m not gonna do it again. I’m done with that.”

“What the hell is she doing?” Tanya muttered next to Curtis, who was standing up now, unable to take his eyes off you. Whatever you were doing, it was incredible.

He could tell that the host wanted to break in, he kept looking wildly off-camera to someone for help, but you just kept talking. You wouldn’t stop.

“There’s just– There’s so much I don’t want to do anymore. I’m not doing ok, you know? I mean, you must know. It’s all over every gossip site. I’m not ok. I haven’t been ok for a very long time, maybe ever. But I just keep going forward in the same way, because that’s all I’ve ever done since I was a kid. That’s all I’ve known how to do. But I think– I think I’m done doing that now. I want to figure out how to be ok.”

Curtis took a step closer to the screen. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, deep pride filling his chest, “she’s doing it.” 

“What is she doing, Curtis?” Tanya asked, somewhat hysterically.

He ignored her. He couldn’t see or hear anything other than you. 

Back on the TV, Jimmy cleared his throat and opened his mouth, trying to somehow stop his show from careening wildly off the rails. But you put your hand up to stop him. 

“Please, Jimmy, I know. You asked a simple question and you got all this instead,” you laughed, unabashed, and there it was. There you were. Curtis beamed at seeing it. “Just let me say this one last thing.” You looked directly into the camera again. “I– I am really proud of this movie. We worked really hard on it, and I hope you go see it.” 

A laugh escaped Curtis. God, you were so good at this, knowing exactly what you were contractually obligated to do. He glanced quickly at the other end of the green room. Michelle was standing now too, her mouth wide open in shock, while Tanya looked like she might have a stroke.

“And I think–” you continued. ”I think it might be the last movie I do for a while. The last anything. We'll see.”

A wave of murmurs went through the studio audience. Curtis had fully forgotten they were even there during all this, they’d been so quiet since you’d really gotten going, just as enraptured by you as he was.

“Ok,” you said, with a sheepish smile. “That’s it. I’m– I’m done.” Then you stood, took off your mic pack, gently laid it on the chair, and walked off stage.

As Jimmy awkwardly threw to a commercial break, Curtis raced into the hallway. He walked towards the stage as fast as he could, intercepting you about halfway there, a lost-looking PA trailing behind you. You looked a little shell-shocked but good. You looked so fucking good. 

He gently touched your face with both hands as soon as you were within reach. “Holy shit, that was incredible. You’re incredible. I can't believe you did that. I'm so fucking proud of you.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice a little shaky, your eyes a little watery. “I didn't– I wasn't planning to. But then he asked about the show and, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of the things you're always telling me. About living my own life and what I'm worth. And I just thought, ‘What if I actually do what I want for once?’ And, yeah.” You shrugged.

“Fucking incredible,” Curtis whispered and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and a little desperate and so, so happy. 

So of course it was cut short when Tanya called out your name. You both turned around to look at her standing at the end of the hall, looking harried. “What was that?! How on earth am I supposed to clean that up?!”

“Tanya,” you said, your voice shockingly calm and firm. “Stop. There's nothing to clean up. You're fired.”

It took everything inside of Curtis not to whoop with joy or pick you up and spin you around. But, shit, he wanted to. He really, really wanted to.

Your gaze moved to where Michelle stood behind Tanya. “Sorry, Michelle,” you said with a frown, “you too. I don't think I'll need a team or an assistant for a while.”

“You need to stop and think about this,” Tanya said, her tone placating. 

“I already have. Thank you both, sincerely, for everything you've done for me, but it's time to try something new.” And then you grabbed Curtis’s hand and led him back down the hall. 

You quietly got your things from the green room and changed your shoes, then brought Curtis outside through a side door, far away from where fans were gathered, expecting you to run into your SUV.

You took a deep breath as soon as you hit the fresh air. “I kind of just want to walk around for a while. That ok?”

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. There were a few hours before the show aired on the East Coast. A few hours, hopefully, before the bomb you’d just set fully exploded. A walk sounded nice.

 You headed away from the studio and Curtis was content to follow your lead. You didn't say anything, which was fine. He figured you had a lot to process. 

After several minutes, you let out a long, deep breath. “Holy shit. I can't believe I just did that. Holy shit, Curtis, I just quit!”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, carefully, wanting to make sure you weren't wracked with regret.

You took your time answering. Then finally, “So relieved. Just so fucking relieved.”

He stopped you from walking, using his grip on your hand to turn you to face him. “I hope you understand just how incredibly proud of you I am. How brave I think you are.”

“Curtis,” you said quietly, ducking your head, clearly overwhelmed. 

“I mean it,” he said as he squeezed your hand and started walking again. 

After several more minutes of companionable silence, you slowed down a little. “So, where do you think we should go?”

He shrugged and glanced around the area. “I don’t know. I could eat. Think you can get away with ducking into a burger place?”

You laughed and he stopped short at how nervous you sounded. “No, that’s not– I didn’t mean–” You shook your head and he turned so he was fully facing you. “I don’t know, it’s just– You said a year, remember? Back on my couch, you said I should take a year.” You were avoiding his eyes now, and you sounded so shy.

Your couch. That night, however many months ago. When you’d let him really see behind the mask, and he brushed his fingers against yours for the first time. As he realized what you were trying to ask him, the weight of it, the enormity of what you were offering, all he was able to do was whisper, “I remember.”

“Ok, well, I thought that maybe we could do that. Take a break. Go somewhere maybe, if there was somewhere you wanted to go.”

It took him a minute, as he was flooded with so many things—how much he loved you, how much he wanted to do for you, give to you, how happy he was in this moment—but once he found his voice, he gently grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Wherever you are,” he said, with the most conviction he thought he had ever said anything. He leaned in and kissed you. It was short and more chaste than he wanted, but he was too conscious of how out in the open you were. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Absolutely anywhere you are.”

You threw your arms around him and moved your head so your lips were right next to his ear. And then you said, so so softly, so that it was just for him, “I love you. I'm so in love with you.”

A warmth he didn’t think he’d ever felt before filled his whole chest. All he could do was just hold you, right there, in the middle of the sidewalk, murmuring in your ear just how much he loved you, too.

Eventually, you’d start walking again. You’d find a little restaurant to duck into for a bite to eat. He’d make you put your phone on speaker as you told Lloyd and Wilford they were fired. And you’d figure out what came next, where you would go, what the logistics of quitting actually entailed. Then you’d get an Uber home and show each other with your bodies just how much you cared. 

But for now, he just wanted to hold you in the middle of the sidewalk.

I love you all. Thank you so much for reading. 💜

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[aroundyou-istay]

around you, I stay / part 1

note: let's see how this goes. first time writing something like this, criticism is very welcomed :) only the first chapter, more will come but I have no idea where this is going. a little bit of everything, but mostly love. summary: Reuniting with Daryl at Hilltop after his escape from The Saviors. word count: 1.1k ♥︎

You play with the food on the plate, some corns and boiled potatoes. They are bland but more than enough in this world but your mind is too scattered with thoughts for any food right now, even if it was a table full of the most delicious delicacy presented in front of you. Your eyes follow Daryl, as he absentmindedly sits there, just a few people away from you by the corner. You didn’t expect to see him here when you came with Rick and others to Hilltop, to form an alliance and initiate a war to the Saviors. It’s been months since Daryl was taken away by the Saviors, you don’t know what had happened exactly and you have no clue how he managed to escape, in the few moments you manage to catch glimpses of him, you can see the sadness in his eyes, his face more tired than ever and it looks like pieces of his soul were taken away from him. You desperately want dinner time to finish so you could find a chance to talk to him, or simply just hold him, if he will allow it. This relationship between you two, it’s hard to explain and maybe even tough to understand.  

Your mind shifted back to the first time you met, the night you shared that intimate moment together on your front porch, the first time you kissed…but he’d often just drift away afterwards the intimacy you share, leaving you clueless and even stranded, partially because of his coyness but mainly due to his belief on how he should proceed this world – seeded inside this community but unutterably alone. Carol and Maggie keep telling you that this is just the way he is, to give him time so he could chew on the emotions a bit longer before swallowing them and making them his own. You get all that, you know how he is and you don’t doubt that part of the reasons why you gravitate towards him is because he takes it seriously. For him, it isn’t about passing time and fulfilling needs. It certainly isn’t what you want either. He never spoke about it but you know why he is drawn to you but simultaneously pushes you away. Daryl sees something in you he wishes he had, a ridiculous positivity that somehow lights up things in this depressing world and a self-awareness that makes you great with people,  it is exactly those things that make him terrified too. Being the polar opposite of you, as if the two of you were divided by a rapid river. You’ve made your gestures suggesting that you’d happily cross that river for him in the past, but it left him in hesitation whether he should let you in fear that the river will drown you, as he believes deeply that you are someone who deserves to be lifted up. 

Finally, Rick and Maggie stand up, everyone else slowly follows. Placing the emptied plates in the wooden basin on the ground as they continue their chats. People seem more cheerful tonight, the detail of the chats brighter as if this meeting signifies a new beginning with great promises. You quickly finish the food on your plate, not wanting to waste anything before doing the same as others. When you look up, Daryl’s back is already facing you, walking back to the trailer where he has been sleeping for the past few days after his escape from the Saviors. You quickly run up to him, waiting until he is by the door to make a sound, your voice soft and quiet, almost if you are terrified of startling him. 

"Daryl…" He stops at the sound of your voice, almost taking a few seconds before he plucks the courage to turn you. He knows you caught his glances during dinner, he just couldn’t help himself. You looked beautiful sitting there among people, as always, a tender energy surrounding you. Whereas he feels like a sinned prisoner, filled with self-hatred and guilt on the inside, covered with dirt and blood on his hands. He didn’t know you were wrapped in despair too.

"Hey…" He returns the greeting, eyes fixated on the ground. 

"I just wanted to say I’m really happy that you are back…" You hesitate for a second before throwing your arms around him, he flinches as he always does with human contacts, especially at this moment, your body is soft and tender like melted ice cream and he was the man undeserving of the sweetness. 

"I just want to know that you are ok." You continue to say without waiting for a response from him.

He lifts his arms mid-air before dropping them back down again, almost scared of breaking or tainting you. Instead, he kind of just stands there, unsure of what he should do and his mind wonders about what you are going to do next too, not knowing whether he is capable of handling what to come without making you sad. Daryl isn’t a man of many words, everyone knows that about him. It doesn’t mean he is simple though, he is like a layered pinecone, protecting the things he deems important by closing his scales away. He feels you pulling away your warmth and how he wishes it could stay. 

"I’m…ok." He finally manages to mumble out the most boring words possible without comprehending the weight of these simple words to you. Daryl looks at you with shielded guilt and to his surprise, you lift his face up so your eyes could meet. Yours are already filled with tears as they uncontrollably flow out by the corner of your eyes, just like that river lies bluntly between you two, it flows ceaselessly, expressing your feelings and love for him without any possibility of stopping. The action to force him to look you in the eyes almost feels like a punishment in the gentlest way possible. 

"I am ok…"he mutters the exact same words to you again, as a reassurance. You let out a small chuckle at how clueless he is, following by a few nods. 

"Good, good…don’t mind the tears. They are happy ones." You bravely mask away the sadness with your affirmation. This isn’t the first time you shed tears in front of Daryl but the situation sets it apart. You are not only happy to see him, you are more concerned with how broken he looks, meanwhile knowing that you’d never get the full story from him regarding the missing days between you two. All you can do is to wish deep down within yourself that he is fine, even if he might push you away again while you desperately wanting to embrace him, even if he might keep his door shut like when you first met while you despairingly knocking on it over and over again, you just want him to be ok. Maybe not completely healed but at least not this broken. 

(pt2)(pt3)

[snifflesthemouse]

Meghan was Harry's Revenge. Once He is Over it...

Hello ALL YOU LOVELY READERS!!! How this mouse has missed the cheese! How is everyone out there? It feels like years since I've decidded to sit down and make time to repeat myself for others to use for content on their own videos (I'm not hating, I love it.). But this is a bit different.

You see, there was a Vanity Fair article that recently came out revealing things we all knew already if you were already paying attention. We all knew that Meghan was horrible to her staff. We all knew Harry ignored and allowed her abuses to be hurled upon anyone around her. We all knew that she would be shopping a divorce book deal one day, too. So what is the point in keeping on keeping on, if it's just the same stuff on repeat?

WAIT... WHY IS IT JUST THE SAME OLD SAME OLD STUFF, AND NOTHING NEW??

Why no new patterns of behavior as of lately?

Meghan is infamous for playing the Flying Pasta Game (go read what that is below, on my blog). She has the same exact pattern for every single project she has been rumored to start since she got with Haz. She finds an idea to copy, she tries to 'elevate it' and spin it as original and fresh, and then she doesn't fully commit until she sees if it becomes an instant sensation. That is the problem with the narcissist; they won't finish anything unless they know it will be more than viable. Anything less than a smash isn't worth the signatures for the USPTO for ARO to legally proceed. She did this with EVERYTHING. But, I am not here to talk about Meghan's hair-brained schemes and failures. I am here to talk about the truth.

The truth is, Harry and Meghan were never star-crossed lovers with their backs against the world. They were two mentally disturbed people, both with abandonment issues. Both with insecurites stacked to the ceilings. But one was a prince, and the other had to use people to get her platform.

Let's be real. Harry was never in love with Meghan. Love wouldn't leave you hanging that way. And Meghan caught on early that Harry was using her for revenge. They were both using each other.

The problem with two mutual people who don't love each other coming together to scheme and scam is, that it almost ALWAYS blows up. For regular people, they end up caught and either go to jail or some just desserts come EVENTUALLY.

Harry hates his family. He doesn't love his wife, either. He doesn't love his brother, and he didn't love his grandparents. Love doesn't hurt. But hurt people do hurt. And Harry has been plotting his revenge for his mother for a while now. He knew he'd never be able to be KIng or topple the monarchy. But he knew he could marginally disrupt, embarass, and bring doubts to the people. That could, potentially, cause lots of harm.

But you know what happens when someone is built off of hate and bitter? It takes a lot of energy and steam to keep the hate going. Just like this mouse told you before... the same song and dance numbers would be replayed on repeat because they've been cut off. They have no new source materials.

The whole world finds them boring and atrocious. If Meghan was smart, she would go away and be silent for a while. A few years of her nose to the grind and working from behind the scenes would do us all some good.

Because they aren't working on their podcasts or Netflix deals. They were professionally separated until the next devastation station came about for them to trauma tour. We've seen it for years, and I have no idea why the mainstream media hasn't made a montage of these events.

Eventually, Harry will be tired of being mad. BUT, He will be even more tired of being broke and being tied to her. He will hate her like he hates his own because that is how hate works. It is a cancer. When people are miserable on the inside, nothing can fix that but them. Harry will get bored and need someone else to be mad at that will make new drama and money.

This mouse told you all years ago this was coming. They would run out of steam and turn on each other. Harry did his damage, and he tested the waters to see how truly loved he was... and he got a bad grade. He learned a lot of people wouldn't tolerate everything like he was Diana.

Meghan got tired of waiting on Trevor to help her career. She will do the same with Harry, too. But see... there is this pesky problem they both have. Meghan is spiteful enough she would expose the whole thing re the surrogacy issues. That's a whole other post in and of itself, though.

I miss you all and love you dearly!!!

[oldwritingm]

Creepypasta/MH - How They’d Ask You Out

Characters: Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoody

Eyeless Jack

I don’t think it would take him too long to ask out someone he liked

As long as he was sure that he really did like them, and that they didn’t hate him or anything, he’d be comfortable at least asking

He would bring flowers for sure

He’d show up at your door late at night, bouquet in hand

“Would you care to join me for a walk?”

You’d stroll through the woods, talking a bit about yourselves

It’d be a pretty deep conversation, both of you staying serious as you exposed vulnerable parts of yourselves

He’d hint at being romantically interested in you, but he’d wait until you were back at your house to pop the question

“You’ve probably noticed by now, but I really do think you’re amazing. I’d love it if you’d be my partner.”

If you say yes he’ll be absolutely radiating joy and he’ll promise to treat you well before bidding you goodnight

If you say no he’ll understand, thank you for your time anyway, and disappear into the night

He’s okay staying friends, but he’ll be sad about it for a while

Still, your companionship is more important to him than being yours

Nina the Killer

It won’t take long at all for her to ask out someone she’s interested in

As soon as she knows she can trust them, she’ll go for it

She’ll use something homemade to actually ask the question

Like a kandi bracelet that says “be mine?”

Or maybe a cake she baked herself

Either way it’s bound to be something decorative made with lots of love

She’ll find you at school/work/home and tell you she has something to show you

She smiles hugely when she reveals her little project, but inside she’s buzzing with anxiety

“So..? What do you say?”

If you agree she’ll literally drop whatever she’s made and throw her arms around you

She will proceed to take you out shopping to buy something to commemorate the occasion

Matching shirts, bracelets, a new piercing, maybe even a pizza to share

Just a little something to celebrate :)

If you say no she’ll be devastated

“Oh… well, thanks anyway…”

She probably won’t talk to you for a while, if ever again

Clockwork

She’d have to know you for a VERY long time beforehand

She has trouble trusting people, as well as trouble finding someone she’s genuinely interested in romantically

You’d know pretty much everything about each other by the time she decides to ask you out

That just means that she knows the way to your heart though

She’ll make a beautiful sketch of you

Maybe there’s some gore incorporated, but hey, if you’ve stuck with her this long you’ll be used to it

You’ll be hanging out one day, her drawing and you distracted by something else, and she’ll suddenly tear a page from her sketchbook

She hands you the drawing while saying:

“Hey, Y/n, so… I really like you. You’re my dream partner. I want you by my side always.”

If you agree to be her partner, she’ll grin, turning back to her sketchbook with a little pinkness on her cheeks as she mumbles “cool”

When you leave she’ll peck your cheek before slamming the door in your face, giddy that she had the courage to do that

If you reject her, she’ll frown

Probably won’t want to be friends anymore :(

She just doesn’t want to be around someone she loves knowing they don’t love her back

Jane the Killer

I think it depends on the person when it comes to Jane

If you guys click really well, she’ll probably try to advance the relationship quicker than if your relationship started off rocky

But either way she’s going to plan something romantic

She’ll buy you something nice and deliver it in secret

Like, one day you’ll just find a box of chocolates or a necklace with a note attached telling you to meet her someplace

Personally I like to think it’d be a blossoming cherry tree, or perhaps a scenic overlook

You’ll find her there waiting for you, hands fidgeting nervously behind her back

She’ll get straight to the point:

“Y/n, I like you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but if you do… wanna be my girlfriend?”

If you accept, she’ll get a huge smile and run over to you, throwing her arms around you and twirling you around

You’ll sit together at the scenic location for a while, leaning on each other with your fingers intertwined

If you decline, she’ll just nod with a sad smile

She’ll be sad for a while, but ultimately she’s got other things in her life to worry about, so I don’t think she’ll wallow for too long

Might keep talking to you, might not; again, it really depends with her

Tim/Masky

Another one who’d have to know you a while first

He needs to make sure he trusts you, yes, but he also needs to start trusting himself around you

Once he’s sure that you can both handle yourselves, he’ll take more time to hype himself up to do it

He questions bitterly whether you’d even accept if he did ask you out

Eventually he gets so exhausted from the constant will they/won’t they in his head that he spontaneously blurts out:

“Do you want to go out with me?”

You’ll be taken aback; you guys were literally just chilling in silence

Plus he would’ve given next to no hints that he liked you at all

If you accept, he’ll sigh, slouching severely in relief

Finally some peace of mind… and heart

He’ll murmur a thank you for giving him this peace, but won’t elaborate

If you decline, he’s going to beat himself up about it so hard

He won’t blame you at all; no, every ounce of blame is going into the anvil that he’s crushing himself with

Probably won’t want to keep contact for much longer

Your presence is just a constant reminder of (what he sees as) his failure

Brian/Hoody

He didn’t know you for too long before deciding to ask you out, but he knew a lot about you

If he’s interested in you, he’s going to find out everything he can

He prefers outside sources, but if he absolutely cannot find something he wants to know, he’ll begrudgingly just ask you

That being said, he knows how to charm you

He’s a pretty naturally charming person regardless, but he wants to do something special just for you

He’d leave a gift for you; something he knows you love

Jewelry with your favorite gemstone, your favorite flowers, a nice new fluffy blanket… something on the luxurious side

Plus a note saying:

“Y/n, please be mine. With love, Brian”

He’ll approach you later and ask for your response

If you agree, he’s got a whole nice evening planned out already, and he’s more than eager to take you on this first date

If you decline, he’ll probably “cut contact”

I use quotations because he’ll probably still keep tabs on you in secret for a while

He’ll get over it eventually, but until he does that’s his way of coping

Thank you for reading!! Take care of yourselves pumpkins <33

(divider by saradika)

[johnslittlespoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/johnslittlespoon/744374471821017088/would-just-like-to-point-out-that-once-again-a

i love this so much omgggg. imagine bucky is in a mood one day with buck but still just collapses onto buck’s bunk and curls into the sheets. buck would think it was the most endearing thing ever. maybe buck is standing in bucky’s way, forcing bucky to grumble out an excuse me that’s just dripping with attitude but buck can’t even be upset about it because bucky proceeds to shove past him and throw himself into buck’s bunk and bury his face in his pillow. or imagine buck coming over to talk to bucky and bucky rolls away from him but it’s like. that kind of loses its effect when ur in BUCK’s bunk😭

linked post | gigglingsjdgk yes omg. this is so so THEM i'm gone

it doesn't matter how much they bicker or fight during the day or what type of mood either of them might be in– john will not sleep in his own bunk if his life depends on it once he gets a taste of sleeping in gale's. over the winter, the bunking for warmth excuse works just fine, but as the weather starts to heat up, his new excuse is "your bunk is comfier."

gale doesn't point out that this makes no sense with all of their bunks being the exact same; he'd love to tease john about it, but he doesn't want to scare him out of climbing into his bunk night after night, and he makes damn sure the other guys don't rib on him for it either. everyone's got their coping mechanisms, and they all know john's hanging on by a thread, so they're not going to question his vices.

imagine what goes down after that scuffle in the yard? john spends the rest of the evening pacing the yard, cooling off until it's time for lock–in, and gale's waiting leaning against his bunk when john comes back into the room, expecting a conversation. but john doesn't even look at him fully, just brushes past with a short bratty "scuse me" and drags himself into gale's bunk and curls up as close to the wall as he can get without another word.

gale turns and stares at him in disbelief, shaking his head but still feeling so fond because they can have the worst fight of their friendship and john still crawls into his bed at the end of the day like it belongs to him just as much as gale, even in his silent treatment.

gale half wants to go crawl into john's bunk instead to make a point, but he's not sure he can even fall asleep alone anymore after so many months of sharing a bunk, and he knows it's not really him that john's mad at– they're all mad at the world right now, and john's just taking it out on him because he's there and real and he subconsciously tries to sabotage anything good because he feels undeserving. the silent treatment is as much geared towards gale as it is john punishing himself for the guilt he feels after lashing out at him.

john presses his face into gale's pillow when gale climbs in behind him with a huff, pulling the thin blanket up over both of them, only hesitating for a moment before he slings his arm over john's waist all the same, deciding he's not gonna lay awkward and uncomfortable facing the opposite direction with nowhere for his arms to go; if john wants to be touchy, he can lay somewhere else.

john barely manages to put on a show of being tense against him for more than a few minutes before he's relaxing into his arms anyway, back pressing to his chest, a quiet sigh puffing out against the pillow. gale steals a gentle press of his lips to the nape of his neck, a silent apology, because he knows they'll talk properly in the morning once john's not as antsy and worked up, and john squeezes gale's hand where it rests over his stomach, and everything feels okay again. <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 4

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You check yourself in the mirror. The black bob isn’t a bad look. You tilt your head back and forth making the sleek strands wiggles back and forth. The sunglasses complete the look and you ponder overhauling your usual style. You look dangerous.

You resist scratching under the wig and give yourself a smile. You look almost devilish in the get up but you can’t chance being recognised on your mission. No, this is very important. This is revenge. Served tepid.

You sneak out the backdoor and check your phone. You have another message from your new friend. She texted you earlier that she had a new cell already. You hang onto yours like gold, you’re not really sure what you would do if you lost it. Probably turn to the primitive lifestyle.

‘I’m headed to the club, meet you at the cafe.’

‘Sure thing, 🐔💸’ You text.

She texts back a simple question mark.

‘Chicken wing’ you clarify and smack your forehead. You’re such a dweeb. You follow up quickly; I’ll be there.

You head downtown, catching a bus halfway and tossing the transfer. You could use the walk as your nerves are starting to flurry. You approach the cafe and see your friend. She wears a denim skirt and an off-the-shoulder red shirt. Her shoes are the same shade as her top. She looks towards you then the other way, not acknowledging your approach.

You near and give a short ‘psst’. She whips around and sneers in your direction before blanching and saying your name.

“Like it?” You pull down your sunglasses. “I feel like Sandy from Grease. Well, more like Rizzo.”

“Uh, sure, why are you dressed like that?”

“Oh, I didn’t want that guy to recognize me so I figure I could sneak in like this.”

“Ah,” she nods and lets out a sigh, “right. Well, try going to the other one when they card ya.”

“That works too. You’re so clever.”

“Thanks,” she says dully, “come on.”

You give a bounce and follow her down the street. She marches on, set on her path as you skip to keep up. She’s a lot more graceful in her heels. And angry. You worry about Cole, he might not be ready for what she has in store.

“Hopefully that jackass is there but those types usually don’t have anything else going on,” she snarls as if reading your mind.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You make sure you point him out when you see him. And don’t get to close, I’ll take care of him. No drinks, either. Let’s not take that chance.”

“Sounds like a plan. Well, kind of.”

“Don’t worry, I can slip this guy something. Don’t you worry. Men are stupid, he gets distracted by his next mark and I’ll strike first,” she turns the corner and you flutter along with her, joining the queue outside the club.

“You’re so brave,” you admire.

“No, I’m pissed,” she insists as she crosses her arms, slowly shifting with the line.

You peek out around the bodies. You see that man, Auggy. He’s scowling at an ID. You watch him and his eyes flick up as if he can sense you. You recoil quickly and put your chin down.

“Hey, be cool,” your friend touches your elbow, “busy tonight, you just gotta blend in.”

“Mmm, yeah,” you murmur, “I just… I don’t know what I did. I was nice–”

“He’s an old grump,” she scoffs, “who cares how he feels.”

You approach the front of the line and make sure to veer towards the other bouncer, the one with the pudgy belly. He barely looks at your card as he waves you inside. The two of you enter to the buzz of the crowd and blare of speakers. 

“Now, we hunt,” she says, “keep your phone on you. You get close to him, let me know. Oh, and take a picture if you can.”

“Right, uh…”

“I’ll get upstairs, you stay down here,” she directs, “we’ll meet back up in half an hour if we can’t find him.”

“Sure.”

“Look, I got you. Anyone gives you trouble, text me. And give em a punch like I showed you.”

You put your fist up and pat your elbow as you reenact the brief lesson she gave you earlier. She smiles and squeezes your arm.

“Good,” she praises, “now, let’s do this.”

She turns and struts off. You admire her from afar. She’s so cool. And she likes you, you think. She’s a lot nicer than Amanda or Kam. You frown and spin around, looking around at the dancing figures and the bar shining at the far end of the room.

Where to begin…

You twiddle your fingers and give a huff. You have to get in the mindset. The grindset. The findset. Find him. Hmm, you’re not great with faces…

You go to take a step forward and you're suddenly hauled back by your arm. You yipe. No one around you reacts as you’re slammed against the wall, a shadow towering over you. You look up as your sunglasses are torn away and a light is shone in your face. The bouncer lets out a gravelly growl as the small bulb of the flashlight glares in your eyes.

“I knew it was you,” he grits.

“Oh, hi, Auggy!” You chime, “how are you?”

“Don’t act like you fucking know me,” he clicks off the light and leans down until your encased in the blackness of his silhouette. “You don’t want to know me.”

[tavyliasin]

Baldur's Date Open Creative Challenge!

Artists, Writers, Creators of All Kinds!

You are cordially invited to join a creative challenge!

You must be 18 years old or over to join, but there will be 2 categories, one for SFW works and one for NSFW works!

Accepted Submission Types

Please note all works must be your own and not made using any AI, including AI RP bots for writing.

Art

Comics

Valentine's Card

Fiction

Drabble collection (series of short fic, 1-5 paragraphs each)

Poetry

Song lyrics

Full songs/music

Podfic (With agreement from the fic writer)

Cosplay (No Nudes/NSFW/Explicit please)

Other Crafts (Puppets, embroidery, paper figure cut outs - whatever you like!)

For the Rules and More Details, please see below! Credit to Morb for the new event banner!

Welcome to the Baldur's Date Challenge!

Please be aware this event will include spoilers to characters, storylines, and endings, as well as NSFW content. Proceed with care!

The idea is to create something themed around a Date or Valentine Event. It doesn't even have to be romantic or positive, there are lots of ways to take this from Valentine's Cards from characters to slow burn romance to fully brutal heartbreak and violence. The choices are yours!

The Rules

By participating, even in the SFW version, you agree and confirm you are 18 years old or over.

All creators retain full rights to their works, subject only to the conditions of the platforms they share them on (ie, AO3)

Submissions must contain at least one named character from Baldur's Gate 3

Submissions must also be based around a date, valentine-type event, or similar

AUs, non-canon, alternate versions of characters are all WELCOME

You may choose your own prompt, or use the quiz to help you decide!

Poly Romance Welcome

Characters only, no actors or real people, other than using "Reader Insert" with 2nd person writing styles.

All works must be tagged appropriately for any CWs (please ask TavyliaSin for a list if required)

All characters must be 18 or over in the game as well as in the work you create

No characters in romantic relationships are to be related to each other.

Trans and gender-swapped characters are welcomed, unless it is only for the explicit purpose of making a canon homosexual couple into a heterosexual couple (eg, making Aylin a man so that the relationship with Isobel is straight) 

Deadline is 10th Feb to allow for time to check entries

Collections will go live just before midnight on 13th Feb so they are ready to be viewed on Valentine's Day

If you would like to help with the event running, please contact TavyliaSin on Twitter, Discord, or anywhere else you can hunt her down~

Dead Dove and controversial topics, kinks, and characters are allowed but must be properly tagged to give people a choice of what they engage with. This also means there is to be no shaming - Tavylia would like to support all creative works even ones she isn't personally fond of or would avoid.

How Do I Join?

You can either send your submissions directly to the AO3 Collections, or if you don't have AO3 you can wait until 14th Feb and reblog/retweet the posts I'll make for the collections on the day to add your contributions. It's open to EVERYONE who is 18+! Join in, give it a try! Submissions on AO3 close on 10th Feb 2024 (just before midnight GMT/UTC 0) so please try to get things in on time to be on AO3 so we have a few days to accept and check submissions. The collections will go live on 14th February for Valentine's just around midnight UTC0/GMT

Select "Post to Collection" to add your work! All works will be hidden until the collection releases on 14th.

Are there any Prompts?

Yes! Aside from the general theme there are prompts for art and writing (and anything else) on the following google form. You can roll dice to decide for you as each question has numbered answers and instructions on the dice to use! But you don't have to stick to the result you get - choose what you like. You don't even have to roll dice at all if you don't want to, just take a look at the selection for some ideas and choose what's interesting in it.

You can enter as many pieces as you like, so please use this to have fun and enjoy yourselves~

If you have any questions please drop them in comments, or contact me anywhere you can find me~

[emmy-and-the-tieflings]

Heart of the Weave: Part 2

Please only read if you've read part 1, which you can find on AO3. Click HERE.

Chapter 40

The rest of the day consisted of shopping for our new little boy, going to the circus, relaxing at the beach for a little while, eating a nice dinner, and going back to the Elfsong before a long journey tomorrow. Shadowheart and Astarion were also out all day just the two of them, and who knows when they will make their way back? I'm just glad they're doing well. Jenevelle thoroughly enjoyed the water! Gale and I swam with her in our arms while enjoying the company of each other, watching our baby smile and giggle as the water touched her soft baby skin. She fell asleep immediately after we made it back to the Elfsong and chugged a bottle. That made bedtime so smooth for her, thank the Gods. 

    However, after curling up with Gale in bed, I also fell asleep immediately. My eyes are shut, and an uneasy feeling creeps up on me while I'm passed out in a deep slumber. I can't exactly recall what this feeling is… I try to ignore it, but a dream shows up in my mind…and I feel very disturbed. I'm tossing and turning, keeping Gale awake I'm sure. A few times I could feel him rubbing my back gently with his hand, saying “ssssh…”  Then, eventually the tossing and turning  stops, but the dream makes itself very…present. Fanden and Therran are in the depths of Avernus, confused, without a single weapon in sight and have to fight through the hells with their bare hands. They look so afraid as they're being surrounded by the consuming fires. Fanden has tears down his cheeks as he quivers in fear while Therran embraces an unfortunate fate. They run, run, run…and eventually are consumed by vicious fires, which faded away once my brothers  were just a pile of bones on the ground. Their skeletons eventually exploded into a pile of ash. The fires around them continue to consume everything in its path, and screams of torture can be heard deep within them.  

  I scream bloody terror,  waking everyone else up around me as I'm flailing my body from the horrific nightmare that I was praying wasn't real. “Gods! No! No!!” Gale is holding me close, trying to wake me up. When that didn't work, I felt many hands shaking me awake just a short moment later. 

  “Emmy? Baby! Wake up!” My eyes are shot open, my chest pounding, sweat drops glossing over my face. I observe the area around me, noticing my brothers right by my side also, but my mind was destroyed by that dream. I'm trying to make sure they're actually here next to me, staring at them and wondering if this is real life. They stare back, holding my gaze. “Honey?” I pick up Jenevelle, who looks horrified and confused, and hold her protectively against my chest. I hand the baby to Gale after a minute and bolt out of bed, wrapping my arms around my brothers who look worried. They each hold me as I sob into Fanden’s shoulder. 

  “Emmy… What's wrong, baby girl?” Therran asks with a hushed tone. “What happened?” My arms are around my brothers’ necks and I don't want to let go. I can't say anything yet, I'm still managing to catch my breath. All I have to say is: fuck pregnancy dreams. I don't remember them being this bad with either of the girls. I release myself from their bodies, sitting back on the bed with Gale and Jenevelle. Shadowheart and Astarion approach us as well, their expressions very concerned. They're waiting until I'm more relaxed and calm before saying anything. 

  “A nightmare…. It was so real. My Gods…” Gale rubs my back with his right hand while his other arm is holding the baby. His fingertips trickle down my spine, comforting me as I try to relax. 

 “What was it about? God, you're breaking my damn heart,” Fanden comments as his eyes widen, placing his right hand on my shoulder. I take a deep inhale, then proceed to explain the brutality of my nightmare in as much detail as I can remember. It took me a moment to explain it all, because I kept breaking down in tears. Eventually, I finally get it together and stop crying. 

 “We’re here, baby love,” Therran explains, his vibrant orange eyes are somehow calm and reassuring. “We aren't going anywhere, especially Avernus.” Fanden nods in agreement, a half-smile growing on his face but his eyes glossy as he fights tears. He hated seeing me like that and it shows.  I turn to face Gale, who manages to get the baby back to sleep, and his sleepy gaze shifts to my face. 

 “My love, are you alright? Will you be, anyway? That was horrifying. I've never seen you do that before and quite frankly, all I wanted to do was hold you. Even then, my embrace wasn't enough to calm you, which normally does the trick.” I was shaken awake by many hands, and that's how you know it was a fucked up nightmare. I lie back down, with the baby in between Gale and I, and hold his hand. He kisses it, his eyes closing as his lips linger on my cold skin. 

 “I'll be alright. I just don't know if I can go back to sleep. I'll lay here until I… Until the sun comes up. Everyone else, please go get some rest. I'm fine.”

 “Well, the sun is rising already, so I don't think any of us will be going back to sleep, sweetheart,” Gale responds, but he smiles anyway. “Nothing a little coffee can't fix. I'll make us some.” Gale kisses my forehead and proceeds to quietly get out of bed, trying not to wake the baby up. Poor little angel was so sleepy after a very long day yesterday, but it was so worth it. Every smile she had, every moment she cooed and kicked her feet happily, and each moment I got to witness it. My special baby girl. 

 Shadowheart kneels down next to me, brushing my messy hair out of my face. 

“I had those types of dreams the first several weeks of this pregnancy. Traumatizing and vicious. I can't say it'll get better for you any time soon, but I will say it'll end eventually,” she reassures me with a calm tone, smiling as we looked at one another. “Granted, I'm not even supposed to sleep as a vampire, nor should I probably even carry a child, so I don't even know what's normal for me or not anymore. Anyway, I'm glad you're okay now. Those screams…they were terrifying.”

“Thank you. That…helped, oddly enough. I'm so sorry I woke everyone up. And now…I have to pee… I'll be back.” I quietly rise out of bed and Shadowheart trades spots with me so she can keep the baby asleep a little while long. I open the bathroom door, studying my exhausted face for a moment, but then my eyes lower toward my newly-apparent baby bump. I smile, placing my hand where my son is making himself known. “You little turd…giving mommy nightmares.”

After a delicious cup of hot coffee, we all pack and get ready for the delightful trip ahead. Gale approaches me as I'm feeding the baby in the rocking chair; he had just finished packing the rest of our things. He squats down on his knees, which crack as he does so. He closes his eyes as tight as possible, trying to ignore the fact that just happened. He begins to brush Jenevelle’s silky brown hair with his finger tips, soothing her as she stares up at me. 

 “How are you feeling now?” 

 “Much better. Thank the Gods…” I sigh, finally feeling some relief. I have a feeling though I'll be falling asleep while walking on the road. “Thank you for comforting me.”

 “Of course, my love. That's what I'm here for. I couldn't stand seeing you so scared like that. I wish there was more I could've–” I place my finger over his lips, stopping him mid-sentence. 

 “You always do more than enough for me. I love you, Gale. Forever until the end of time.” I smile down at him as I finish feeding the baby, leaning in to kiss his perfect carnation-tinted lips. Every time we kiss, I feel my heart skip a beat, even after all these years of marriage. People always assumed that because we will live forever, that we might get sick of one another at some point. For us, our love just gets stronger by the minute. 

[betweenthings2]

lips against a hipbone for dec prompts!

Thank you for the ask!! The January prompts are here (for real, this time, I promise) if anyone else wants to see them =) This is the last of the December prompts and I'm very sorry I didn't get it written earlier, like in December, but I'll be on to the white lingerie New Year's fic and January prompts now, plus literally everything else I have planned and in my inbox!

It got smutty on accident, but here's December prompt 10, lips against a hipbone.

**This is adult content, proceed accordingly**

Matty is so, so soft, everywhere. His hands are calloused and a little rough from playing guitar, and so are his knees from years of dramatically falling to his knees on rough stages, but everywhere else is so, so soft. The inside of his wrist, up to his bicep, the point where his neck and shoulder meet, down his chest, then his belly, over to his hipbone, then dipping down to the inside of his thigh, all so soft. George loves how soft he is, as soft as the way George loves him, and George's love is soft. It's a soft, gentle thing, all soft pinks and yellows and oranges that fade into something bigger, darker, like a sunrise.

It could be harder, of course, George's love could be something firm and strong, something that gathers deeper, darker colors, something that stands up and guards, but it doesn't need to be. It doesn't need to be hard, not when Matty is so, so soft and spread out in bed all for George.

Matty's just showered, so his hair creates a damp halo on the pillow, something they'd both complain about, but that's not on either of their minds now. Matty's big dark eyes follow George's every movement, watching as George presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist, then moves up, one to the crook of his elbow, one against his bicep, then over to the point where his neck and shoulder meet, then moves down his chest, pausing periodically to leave red marks against his collarbones, the moves further down, pressing gently kisses against the soft skin of his belly and then over to his hipbone. Matty lets out a quiet little gasp when he feels George's teeth leaving another mark there, then a little sigh when he presses a gentle kiss there as if to soothe the sting. Then George moves on to Matty's inner thigh, pressing a gentle kiss, then leaving a another red mark against the soft, pale skin there and then repeating. Then he moves to Matty's other thigh and does the same thing.

When he's satisfied, George moves up to press another kiss to Matty's other hipbone, before finally giving Matty's cock some attention, dragging careful fingers up the underside. George continues to take his time--it's not often that he gets Matty still and patient like this, just waiting for him to do what he will. That might have more to do with the fact that George has spent all day getting Matty as submissive and quiet as he possibly could just to enjoy this that anything else, but that's beside the point.

"Doin' so good," George murmurs. "Just want you to be patient. You can do that, I know you can."

Matty doesn't say anything. George doesn't expect him to, but he glances up anyway to meet his eyes, before going back down to lap at the head of Matty's cock, then take it into his mouth. Matty gasps.

George takes a moment, then sits back up a bit and asks, "How do you want it, love?"

"Want more," Matty whines. "Please."

"Oh, I know," George murmurs, teasing Matty's cock with gentle fingers. "To well behaved to tell me what you to do, aren't you?"

"Please?" Matty repeats.

"I know," George repeats, "I do, but this is about you, sweetheart. Tell me how you want it."

Matty breathes for a moment, looking very much like he's trying to figure out how to ask for what he wants. George finds it a little bit endearing to watch him try so hard to think, so hard to figure out what the right answer is. There's no right answer, of course, but Matty's looking for it anyway.

"Go on," George encourages, "tell me what you want and you can have it."

"Want you," Matty decides.

"You have me."

Matty shakes is head. "Want you, please."

George presses another kiss to Matty's hipbone, then strokes his cock once, asking, "Like this?" before pressing two fingers against his hole, just teasing, and asking, "Or like this, maybe?" he asks.

Matty nods. "Like that, please, please."

"Oh, you want me like that, do you?" George asks, still just teasing.

Matty nods.

"Not like this?" George pushes, taking the head of Matty's cock back into his mouth.

Matty gasps. "Like that, too, please, G."

"Gettin' greedy, love," George murmurs, sitting back up.

"No, no, 'm sorry," Matty says quickly. "'ll be good, I promise, please."

George strokes gentle fingers over Matty's hip and offers a gentle, "'s alright. 'm just teasin'. You're gonna get whatever you want."

"Not mad?" Matty asks, eyes wide.

"Not at all upset in any way," George promises, reaching for the lube. "I've got you. Don’t worry."

Matty relaxes at that and makes it very, very easy for George to slide one, then two slicked fingers inside him. He's warm and tight and George wastes no time in searching out Matty's prostate with gentle strokes of his fingers, repeating the motion until Matty whimpers. At that, George strokes his fingers over Matty's hip again and stills for a moment, waiting until Matty looks like he's about to beg, then moves again. He teases Matty like that, over and over, never going so far as to make him utter a sound beyond those made out of pleasure, until his cock his leaking precum against his belly.

George's own cock is heavy and hard in his boxers simply from watching Matty fall apart, and even though this is about Matty and making him feel good, George has to resist the urge to reach down and touch himself or change his plans and fuck Matty properly. Matty wouldn't object to that, George is sure, but he's not about to go changing things on Matty when he's as empty-headed as he is.

When Matty lets out another gasp that turns into whimper after a particularly firm thrust, George leans down to press a soft kiss to Matty's hipbone, then glances up, saying, "I want you to cum whenever you want, ok?"

Matty nods, half desperate.

George doesn't move, just raises his brow and encourages, "I need you to say, love, come on."

Matty nods again and says, "Ok, I will, please keep goin'."

"That's it," George murmurs. He presses his lips to Matty's hipbone once more, then moves to take Matty's cock into his mouth, as deep as he can.

Matty has a full body reaction to that, shuddering and clenching his muscles around George's fingers. George pays that little mind and keeps going, now intent on getting Matty to cum. He does cum fairly quickly, ever receptive and in tune with George, and George swallows it down and keeps up his careful movements until he feels Matty's hands in his hair, pushing him away. George lets himself be pushed away, this is about Matty after all, and sits up to carefully remove his fingers and grab a tissue from the nightstand to wipe away excess lube from his fingers, then precum from Matty' belly, before tossing it aside and laying down and to take Matty into his arms.

Matty cuddles close, almost instinctively, head on George's chest, still-damp hair almost ticklish. George strokes a hand through Matty's curls, letting him come back to himself in his own time, still so soft and wonderful.

As it turns out, though, it doesn't take Matty all that long to come back to himself because soon enough he's nudging his thigh against George's slowly softening cock, quietly asking, "What about you?"

George runs a hand down Matty's spine, then back up, murmuring, "Later. If you want. You don't have to though, I'm ok. This was about you."

Matty hums and agrees, "Later."

George just keeps rubbing Matty's back, content to lay there and be in love.

[indigocrystal19]

Animatale - No Mercy Route

Ruins

Indie somehow found herself back in the ruins after the attack from Flowey that had previously killed her. When the two met again, the flower was mumbling something incoherent to himself. As he turned around to face her he smiled widely behind gritted teeth.

"Hello there, friend!" he said in an overly friendly tone "I can tell your confused to be here again. You died but I was able to bring you back, though stuff like this is going to continue to happen if you don't get stronger."

Indie looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly.

"I doubt someone broken like me is going to get stronger," she thought "Everyone's been trying to change that with no success."

"It's just how this world works," he added "It's either kill or be killed. One makes you stronger as you go and raise LOVE and the other well, you'll just end up back here without my help. So we might as well work together here. There's some monsters in here you can try fighting, they won't be as aggressive as I was and it would be a good start-"

Flowey abruptly left back into the ground before he could proposition Indie further into his way of thinking as Toriel came out to greet Indie.

"You're somewhat older than I was expecting," she gasped "I was told there was a human in the Ruins."

There was a pause as she placed a hand to her chest for a moment.

"In any case, you're going to need a guide through here to proceed through the catacombs," Toriel grabbed Indie's hand in a firm yet gentle grip "Through here you will need how to solve the puzzles scattered through here."

For the moment they had been separated, a Froggit bumped into Indie and began to attack out of surprise. She managed to evade the bullet patterns and made an attack. It was enough to reduce the Froggit to dust, with the increased EXP and LV there was a soft, numbing sensation in her soul that lessened the pain of her burdens from the surface. It felt as if some of the cracks had begun to scar like a callous forming in them.

Most of the Ruins' puzzles were oddly already solved with a vine here or there pressing down on the solutions. The only obstacles were the other monsters further on.

That was until Indie encountered Napstablook, nothing she did affected the ghost as he just stared at her blankly in a half confused half depressed (?) manner that seemed to have made her pause.

"Ooh I'm upsetting you aren't I?" he said "I'm sorry I'll lower my HP so you don't have to be sad. Physical attacks don't do anything ghosts, we're kind of incorporeal."

After the fight, Napstablook faded out to hide somewhere else. Indie was left in silence, she then fell to the ground in a sitting position staring at the ground.

"Something about him felt so familiar like, we were ...."

"Come on! What are re you waiting for?!" came a familiar voice "Just because you're stronger now doesn't mean you can just sit around like a sitting target for the rest of the Ruins to pick you off!"

"Is this really the right path?" she sighed "Killing to get stronger?"

"You won't survive one minute outside of the Ruins without my help," Flowey countered "Now there's going to be stronger monsters further on and they'll give you more LV than the ones you just encountered. You're going to need it. Get up before I pepper you with bullets -"

Flowey paused "I mean Friendliness Pellets to remind you to get going!"

Indie hesitated for a moment before getting up and continuing through the Ruins. Loox were the only new monsters to be seen throughout which seemed a lot braver and tried to impede the destructive path she was on. These efforts however only pushed her forward to reduce them to dust as well, under Flowey's guidance.

It wasn't long before Indie reached Home, despite trying to pat down the dust coating her clothes it remained clinging to the fabric and made a light grey overlay on top of her purple shirt and blue jeans pants.

"Don't worry about that, cause its going to be even dustier once we're outside of the Ruins," Flowey said "Just go along with tings until you reach the exit."

Following his instructions, she let Toriel guide her in through the small house. When offered her own room, she slept in more than usual and picked the offered slice of pie.

"I don't really belong here no matter how much better this is than my room on the surface," she thought "I never belonged there either, usually in the way."

Indie quietly walked out to the hallway and made her way downstairs, so far she had made it as far as the downstairs hall. With a sigh as she looked back she continued to the large door that blocked the Ruins from Snowdin. It was somehow covered in thick thorny vines and purple flowers that seemed to keep it sealed shut.

"Now you have no way out but the finish what you started with the Ruins," Flowey cackled "What are you going to do now?!"

"Maybe turn around and try it again when he's not..." Indie's thoughts were broken when the way back was blocked by Toriel.

She wasn't the fastest human at first and took a handful of revivals from Flowey's saves before Indie lasted enough to get a hit in. To her surprise, it half of her target's HP. She was hit several more times with the attacks having having a draining effect on her own health, but manage the last hit.

The remaining soul trembled in the air lingering for just a moments only to be completely shattered by a pellet from Flowey. He pulled back his vines from the exit ad pushed the doors open.

"Was that even necessary?" questioned Indie.

"That soul was too damaged in the first place to be any good to you," he said with a sly smirk "Much like yours. LOVE is the only way to repair it and not feel anything at all. Now lets go, this place is too dusty and quiet."

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[aleksa-sims]

Simselfstory

The next day D. & I went to my parents to pick up our cat and some of my stuff.  Last night, we talked again. We decided to just stay together for now, to see..... how things will turn out.

There was also something else D. told me. Since he was getting better while he was away, he thought about starting his own business, bcs he quit his job. My Dad offered to help him.

The two had this in mind anyway. They talked about it months ago and now it was time to inplement things. I don’t want to go into too much detail rn. It will explain itself over time.

Mom: You have to take your pills regularly, D. This is important! The same goes for you, A.! The more time passes, the better you’ll be and hopefully..... forget what happend. 😞

Dad (to Daniel): The main thing is that you are safe & fine. Soon we have a lot to do and distraction is always good! But one thing I want to mention again. No matter what probs you two have, even if you relapse, talk to us!! None of us will blame you for asking for help. We want you two to be well, okay?

Daniel: Yea, I got it. 😔

Dad: And what about you A.?

Me: Yea, ok! But I want you to help D. with that job thing.

Dad: Of course I’ll help him. And actually we could start immediately, but if we proceed as planned and discussed, it may be that you and Daniel have to move. 😕

Me: Um... okay. I am prepared to do whatever it takes. 🙂(😟)

Daniel (to me): You...are really ready to move? To.... my house!? 😯

Me: We’ve talked about it before, and..... now that I’m pregnant, why not? You, me and.................. our Baby? 😳

Daniel: I love you, so I’ll love your Baby, too. Our Baby! And well, N.'s Baby. 🤨

Mom: Are you serious about this, D.? Can- and do you even want that?? 😟

Daniel: Yes!

Me: We decided to try and I have to talk to N. about it too.

Dad: However you decide to continue, together or .... separately, I will help Daniel. I’m just clarifying this, so you don’t make your decision dependent on that.

My Dad and Daniel kept talking about their new plans, while my Mom couldn't stop asking me questions.

Mom: You really wanna move? You know what kind of... strange things his mother did there. In that house! 😟

Me: It's a pretty house. I like it there. And she moved out, it's all fine. Besides, I have other worries rn, as you know.

Mom: That’s what I’ve been trying to make clear to you these past few weeks. But well, now you're pregnant. Either you two accept this and move on, or you’re really getting a divorce.

Me: He wants us to stay together. And actually I want the same. I don't wanna lose him.... I’m moving back to our apartment with him for a short while, see if Daniel and I can make it? And, I'm gonna talk to N. I don’t want to disappoint N. or hurt him. I have to come up with something. A soloution! 😟🤯

Mom: In other words, it's either/or? There is no other way out, A.!

Me: Who says that? You?.... I’m gonna do what’s right for me, Daniel and Nico, not for you or anyone else. 😒

Mom: What are you trying to tell me?.... You can’t do the same thing you did back then. This isn't normal!.. And you were unhappy! That’s not what you want! And I’m sure Daniel won’t agree with that. 😦

Me: I'm going to do what I got to do.

Mom: I know you A.! You won’t do anything. You will wait until one of them.......... goes nuts.

Me: I don’t think so. 😒

Just before Daniel and I wanted to leave, Ana also had some questions for me.😩

Me: Everything you are about to say, drop it pls.

Ana: Um.... ok! Have you had makeup sex? Or, no! I’d rather call it... homecoming-sex.🧐 I mean, you didn’t really fight, he just... took off.🤷‍♀️

Me: No, we didn’t!! We talked!

Ana: Then it's obvious! You want N.! With him you couldn’t wait even 24 hours. Plus, he knocked you up. 🤷‍♀️😬

Me: Ah...yup. You know, we'll see S. later. Are you joining us?

Ana: Nah! Sounds like a double date, I really don’t feel like it. I have other plans. And now go and have fun with your..... man. 😏

Me: Who are you having fun with, Ana? 🤨 Dennis?

Ana: Are you jealous of me for Dennis? 😜

Me: Ugh!... NO! 😖

Ana: Don't worry, sis. I’m not dating Dennis, a messed up guy. NO thanks! I have fun...... with myself. 😄

Me: Hmm?... I know you Ana! You have a secret. And you know me, baby sis. I'll uncover it. 😏💁‍♀️

Ana: Weirdo!

Ana really had a secret. At first I thought she was back with Adam or something, but no, it wasn’t Adam. Just that much, I get why she kept it a secret. 🤭

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