#but I kinda felt like there wasn't a proper setting for that

[aayakashii]

One thing I found really interesting about this episode is how they mentioned they're preparing for Samhain, and how it is a festival that's going to have an interhouse competition

It caught my attention because I always thought tkdb's storyline was too serious to include actual school festivals in its setting and that the most we would have would be the Gala

But you're telling me there will be a festival...... and obscuary is dressing as butlers..... just like a themed cafe in a school's cultural festival..... Very VERY interesting...

[fanficsbyme-causeimgay]

Imagine, if you will, you have been hiking. Regardless of your disability that gave you problems walking, hiking was an activity you loved doing.

Sadly, one day, that disability does not help.

You trip and fumble, rolling down a hill. Thankfully, you haven't broken anything, but you have lost your backpack that had the means to contact others to help you. Your phone broke, but even if it hadn't broken, you wouldn't have any signal.

Lying there in pain because of the many injuries you've sustained - as minor as they might be, they're still painful - you just see a shadow looming above you.

When you wake up next, you're in a cabin in the middle of the woods. The owner and sole person living in it is what can only be described as a lumberjack. Big man with thick arms and even thicker and strong voice that was a lot gentler than you'd expect from a man of his size. He helped you, he took you from where you were and brought you to his home - Here you have been for three days until now. He lives away from proper civilization, and although he has an emergency kit, he doesn't really use it, and some things have expired already. He can't exactly leave you here because it would take him days to get to the closest town, and you can't possible be by yourself for so long in the state you're in!

So he stayed.

As he lives alone and you're taking his only bed, he sleeps on the ground. At first, you felt really guilty about it - it is his house, so he should sleep on the bed! - but he keeps insisting that this wasn't the first time he slept on the ground and probably won't be the last. Still, you insist that at least you share, right? But it is awkward to share the bed with a stranger. So, why not become friends? That way the awkwardness will fade away... right?

You learn a few things about him. Very important things indeed.

He loves star fruits. His favorite color is green. He is an avid reader of what he explained to you to be scientific texts about soil and rocks (he went on and on about the differences between various types of rocks). He has taken to the art of woodcarving. And he also loves bears! He has made various small hand sized little bear statues that he has all around his house.

Talking about his house, although you have been mostly confined to the bedroom, you have seen a bit of it, mainly the kitchen. After a week of living together, you can finally move your body without too much pain or strain on your muscles, but walking still eludes you, cane or no cane. It is too painful. Maybe you tore something? Regardless, he sets you down on a chair he most likely makes himself and talks about whatever he wants as he makes dinner, and he is a good cook! He lives alone, so he has to be... Or make food good enough to eat.

He loves soups, too. "They're easy to make, hut hard to truly master." Is what he said when you asked about it... and it kinda makes sense.

One week turns into two, and you're starting to move around a little more, and that's when he takes you outside. It was cold, very cold, and that is when you find out he lives on top of a mountain. Without windows in his house ("I don't like them for... personal reasons."), you didn't really know you were higher up, but it was a beautiful, beautiful place... Miles and miles of forest as far as the eyes could see - and you could see your original trail too. It was two or so miles away and a steep drop down, too.

He sat you down by the porch and you two just watched the horizon as the sun set down before going back inside... it felt weirdly romantic.

Maybe that was when things started.

You began to help him with cooking - just small things. "Let me cut the potatoes for you." Oh yeah, he grew them and a bunch of other things too. He likes gardening, too... "Let me help you with that!" Or a good ol' "You look like you need some help."

And soft touches when reaching out for the same thing became more natural. Touches become more natural. Sleeping on the same bed becomes natural. Cuddling becomes more natural. And that was when you noticed it - He was gruff with it. He just told you: "I turn into a big bear sometimes." Like was the most common and perfectly normal thing for a big guy like him to do!

"Uhm, like, regularly?"

"Whenever I want to."

"...can I see that?"

And he shows you. He is big. He is brown. He is fluffy.

Secrelty, he is also extremely happy that you didn't freak out and tried to run away. He is even happier when you literally cuddle the fuck out od him.

But time, as always, moves on.

You were well enough to return to civilization. And he knew that, so he told you that the next morning, he would bring you to the nearest town. As a last farewell, he made a campfire, and you both sat together and watched as thunder rumbled above your heads. The dark clouds rolling in as rain would soon fall - and that is when he pulls out a simple guitar.

"...can I sing you something?" He asks, nervous. "I don't make any promises about the quality. It will probably suck."

"I would love to hear it." You say.

And he sings -

And when he finishes, you can't help it.

You don't wanna leave.

That night, you both did kiss, like real people do.

[footballffbarbiex]

When World's Collide.

another of my "need to get these thoughts out" kinda blurbs.

idk if anyone is even still into this pairing but I am so idgaf. enjoy. (and yes, I already know where this is gonna go for a proper full length smut, should it be wanted)

warnings: restraints, teasing. full piece warnings may include and more may be added: restraints, teasing, edging, oral (m+f), fingering, threat of breeding, threesome, protected sex, dirty talk, size kink, praise.

A/N: I realise the tone of this may seem...a little non consensual, but I assure you it is. lets just say, she has an agreement between them for FWB and has previously divulged that she would have a threesome with the two of them. there's only so much back story I can try to slip into this snippet for context. but it's fully consensual. don't come for me.

_

"Shh, shh, shhhhh," Trent hums as you begin to tug at the restraints. his lips are against your ear as he whispers the instruction, with one finger pressing against your own lips as another silent command.

you hadn't felt him climb onto the bed, but the heat from his body tells you that he's not simply standing at the side of it, he's right there next to you. had you fallen asleep and not noticed him do so? no, you're certain you'd remember waking up at least.

"did you think we'd forgotten about you?" he asks, the tip of his nose rubbing against your cheek and you inhale the smell of his aftershave.

we?

"aww, you did, didn't you?" the voice hadn't come from Trent and against your better judgement, your head snaps to the side it came from to try and see him. the fabric covering your eyes annoys you now more than ever, the feel of it each time you move your eyes, your eyelashes fluttering against it makes you want to rip the eye mask off even more.

your body reacts and he laughs. "oh baby, if you're like this now before I've even touched you..." the voice trails off ever so quietly and you now feel another dip on the mattress. you'd know that unmistakable voice anywhere, and your pussy clenches at the sound of it as images of the two of them looking down at your body in such way leaves you feeling a mess.

"you liked the gift that I left for you, I see..." Dominik's voice sounds again and it's only now that you realise the underwear that you're wearing wasn't left by Trent like you'd initially thought.

"the gift that you..." you repeated to yourself out loud and he chuckles.

"what did you think was going to happen when you were playing us off against each other?" Dom's voice is closer now and a hand from the side of you where he seems closest traces gently over your leg. your instinct is to pull it away but those delicate touches turn harsher as his hand holds your leg in place.

"I don't know what you mean," you try and bluff but it sounds every bit the lie it is.

you hear the movements as much as you feel them; the footsteps, the way the mattress dips under the weight of another, the rattle of the handcuffs against the frame as his body jolts yours and finally the feel of the eye mask being tore away from your face. the sudden brightness of the room makes you squint, even though it's dimly lit from what you'd set up earlier.

Dom's face looks equally as annoyed as Trent's as you look between them. "you don't know what I mean?" Dom asks, tone just as pissed as his expression. "so you didn't say to me earlier how you'd be interested to see what pretty little noises you'd make while gagging on his cock if I fucked you?"

before you have chance to reply or really react, Trent intersects "or how you said to me that I'd find you here and that if I didn't want to walk in on Dom filling up your pussy instead of me, then I'd better get here quickly otherwise I'd be forced to watch how to really get you off?"

"Oh is that what she said?" Dom asks Trent, momentarily forgetting what they were doing, with genuine interest and changes his expression to one of pride. "Anyway, it sounds like you invited us both here for this." Dom turns back to you, and the hand which had gripped your leg begins to move gently once more, exploring over your thigh from your knee to the hem of the underwear. "and you're laid out like a fucking gift to be taken."

"sounds like the two of you have an ego clash and are now here to make a point." you backchat, trying to ignore the way your pussy reacts to having his fingers so dangerously close to the two points that you'd love nothing more than for him to touch.

"I'm not here to make a point princess, I'm here to prove your point." Dom grins.

you hate that he knows your body so well. you know that he's capable of bringing you to an orgasm quickly and earth shatteringly. he's spent hours getting to know what you like, what you love and mastering it all. Trent can bring out the best - and worst of your desires - in you, but Dom brings a whole new meaning to worship. your body knows his touch, knows what it's capable of and acts on its own accord, tilting your hips towards him pleadingly.

"look at you, so needy." Trent tuts, his dark eyes seem darker as lust glazes them.

"is this what you wanted?" Dom asks, sitting beside you now as his fingers stroke gently over your covered pussy. you buck beneath his touch, silently trying to manoeuvre his fingers to where your clit is.

ah ah ah, they both seem to mutter, forcing you to clench your teeth and wait impatiently. both had very different styles when it came to being with you, leaving you wondering how they would work together.

"spread your legs wider," Trent instructs and you do so, not wanting to give them reason to edge you. "it's a nice set," Trent says, running a finger over the cup of your bra, taking in the way it hugs your body in the way it should.

"what can I say?" Dom begins, circling his finger over your clit until it makes you whimper. he adjusts himself and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lower abdomen, across to your hip, grazing your skin with his facial hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your thigh and playfully nips at the inside of it before you feel the heat from his mouth over your clothed slit, "I have excellent taste."

[fallenhunnyapple]

So the Poll said you guys were interested in the Human Priest!Adam AU which was a bit of a surprise honestly. But I'm very happy to talk about it~

I shared this art before for the AU. I gave a very basic description at the time, so let me get more detailed about it!

It hasn't gone unnoticed that Adam has gotten... Rather vice-ful in Heaven. One might even say sinful. And as such a public figure, that's no good. So they come up with a plan. Reincarnate Adam as a Human and let him live out a life and Prove that he's worthy of his place in Heaven. Of course, they'll take his memories and put him in a religious setting so he'll follow the proper path and prove himself.

He's sent to earth as a younger version of himself, old enough to take care of himself but still rather young, with the excuse of having been in an accident for why he has no memories (it removes the hassle of having to fabricate memories) and gets taken in by the church. He becomes the priest for this small town church. He's rather popular, his attitude, though not typical of a priest, being refreshing after their previous priest. He's made a bit uncomfortable about how adamantly homophobic some of his parish is as a closeted gay man, but he plays it off and over all he's doing well enough for himself at his church. Kinda lonely since its his Parish and not real companionship, he doesn't have any other friends or family. Not to mention he's actually been Good about not being sinful or acting on vices. Life is kinda hard.

Lucifer heard about this whole experiment. It doesn't really matter how, but since he knows, of course he needs to interfere. He... Hasn't actually gone to Earth before. He's sort of Shackled to Hell, its part of his punishment. But he finds some sort of Loop hole, using an Asmodean Crystal and some of his own cunning, he manages to make it there. Of course, he finds he still has his limits, he can't really interfere with most Humans, but Adam is a special case because while he is very much Human, he's still holy beyond any other human currently on Earth, and that gives him the chance to get close. His plan is honestly just to get him to Sin, enough to damn his soul so that Heaven would lose him when he died. He wasn't really planning on getting too Directly involved, but more nudging him in viceful and sinful directions.

And then Lucifer entered the church to meet him. Hallowed ground doesn't Actually affect him, he was an Angel once, he still has Angelic Powers and Abilities. The worst would be a vague tingling.

(take rp snippets. I'm Lucifer and Adam is @fallenguitarhero)

The AU as a whole, though it's definitely full of sexual tension and smut, because of course it is, it's also... Weirdly wholesome?

Adam didn't really have a Chance to make real friends or feel like anyone truly cared about him, he lost his 'childhood' and then was raised by the church and no one from his past ever tried to reenter his life. Aside from the setting though, he doesn't have the long hard life he lived in his memories, so he's basically like Eden Adam all over again, childish in a more playful way, not as bitter or vindictive, not as cruel. And Lucifer is there trying to gain his trust, and having this Adam act so much like the one he befriended back in the Garden, well. Lucifer sees him as sort of a friend too. And its the first time Adam's really felt companionship like that in this life. Sure, Lucifer is the Devil, but he acts like he cares more about him on a personal level than anyone else ever has.

Does that make him more susceptible to falling to Sin? Sure. But he doesn't find himself minding when the Devil makes him Feel Things, from romantic and sexual attraction to true fondness and friendship.

And for Lucifer's part, he's decided he no longer wants to tempt Adam to Sin just to fuck with Heaven. No, he wants Adam to join him in Hell because he was Adam To Join Him In Hell.

⚠️🔞 And since I mentioned the sexual tension and smut-

Essentially, as soon as Lucifer noticed that Adam was showing interest in him from their first meeting, he knew he had to have him Carnally. It wouldn't be enough to simply convince him to sin in other ways, no. He wanted to fuck him because there's no quicker way to Damnation than having sex with the Devil himself, right? Especially as a closeted gay priest. And Lucifer has the very specific goal in mind of getting Adam to let him fuck him in the confessional.

Lucifer doesn't start out pushing sex or anything. He wants to build trust with Adam first. But it's really not that hard to get under Adam's skin, he hardly has to do anything! Adam is a sexually frustrated man who has an inexplicable draw to the Devil and it doesn't take him long to start getting off to the very thought of him, of what Lucifer would do to him. And of course, Lucifer knows. And it only takes a little more poking and prodding and nudging before he can get Adam to agree to indulge in his fantasies and make them real!

And then there's just a fun scenario in my head about them being nasty in the confessional (like Lucifer wanted) and someone entering the other side and so Adam has to do his Job while Lucifer has him fully hilted and seated on his lap with a prehensile tentacle dick that's moving around on its own while Adam has to try Really Hard to not let himself make any suspicious sounds while taking confession-

[graves4girls]

what day is it 👀

☆ 18+ FΛSHION | miguel o'hara

✮ wc. 2.2k ⚠︎ warning(s): 18+, masturbation, kinda meangirl!reader but not really (?), little bit of degradation (m receiving), fem!reader IT'S OCTOBER FUCKING THIRD !! mean girls day bitches wasn't planning on writing this but i have been meaning to write a meangirl!reader x miguel for awhile, (inspo taken from @nymphomatique mig fics btw they're so perf) and what better day to do it than today ?? ⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

You'd dragged him to the mall, insisting you were in desperate need of new clothes–which you both knew was a complete lie. 

Your heels click against the shiny tiled floor of the mall as you pull him along to yet another store, hugging his arm as he grumbles under his breath. If he weren't built like a greek god, you'd might have felt bad making him carry all your bags, but what were boyfriends for if not to spoil you and treat you like a princess? 

"Babe, we've been walking around for two hours already. What more could you possibly need to get?"

He frowns down at you as you pull him toward a rack chock-full of pink, skimming through the clothes as you click your tongue.

"Stop whining. I'll tell you when I'm done. What about this?"

You pull a satin mini skirt from the rack, holding it out to him as he sighs, eyeing the tiny article with a slight pout, shrugging.

"It's cute."

You slip the hanger under your arm to sift through more shades of pink, popping a hip out as you flip through each article. You can feel his eyes on you, running along your figure as he towers behind you, guarding you from any prying eyes. 

You wander to another tall rack, manicured fingers feeling the soft material of each dress as he follows you.

"That one's pretty."

You stop on the baby blue sundress, picking it off the rack and analyzing the piece, giving him a look.

"You know I don't wear loose shit. The color's cute, though."

You shove it back in its spot and continue flipping through the dresses, pulling another down and smiling as you turn to him.

"This one is super cute. And it's only thirty dollars." 

His eyes run over the short, baby pink halter dress, quirking an eyebrow. "Only?"

You roll your eyes and swivel on your heel, hooking the hanger on your hand. "C'mon. I wanna look at the shoes."

He drops his shoulders as he stays hot on your heels, nearly knocking over a display with your bags as he squeezes between the narrow aisles. You nearly squeal at the shiny heels propped on a pedestal, immediately reaching for them and admiring them in your hands, and he can swear your eyes are sparkling when you spin around to beam at him.

"I've been waiting months for them to release these! I have to get a pair."

You bend down to grab your size, grinning at him as you take a step closer.

"See? If we had left earlier, I wouldn't have even known they had these." You hook a finger over the collar of his shirt to pull him down, pressing a short kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I wanna go try everything on. C'mon." You hook your arm around his, pulling him to the fitting rooms.

"Miguel?" You emerge from the stall to find him slouched back on the little bench, scrolling through his phone. "Miguel, look!"

You set your hands on your hips as you shift your weight, tapping his leg with the toe of your high heel, and he slowly looks up from the screen to smile at you, reaching a hand out to feel the shiny fabric of the mini skirt. 

"Pretty. It's kinda short though, no? You can't really do anything but stand in it." He mutters as you spin, big hand splaying over your hip as his eyes lift to look up at you. 

You shrug, brushing his hand away.

"That's fashion, babe." He hums, and you soften for a moment, running a hand through his soft curls. "One more thing to try on, then we can go. Promise." You drop a kiss to the top of his head, turning and skipping back into the dressing room before he can pull you down for a proper kiss.

You nestle your hand in his hair as you step in front of him, tilting his head up to pull his attention from his phone, and he loses his words in his throat for a moment as he takes you in. His eyes run over the way the tight garment hugs your curves, ogling at the way your breasts nearly spill out of the plunging neckline, gliding down to the short hem that gently squishes against your thighs

"You like it?" You grin down at him, the answer so glaringly obvious.

He nods dumbly, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he slowly lifts his gaze, so desperately wanting to devour you right then and there. 

"Estás preciosa. Give me a spin."

He leans back as you slowly twirl around, expressing his admiration with a quiet whistle as you roll your eyes, stepping closer to push a hand against his chest.

"You're such a dog. Behave." You let your hand caress his jaw, holding his chin as his eyes continue to wander.

"Can't help that I have the hottest girlfriend in the world. Dame un beso, muñeca."

You press your hand over his mouth as you nudge his head back, playful smile tugging at your lips as you shake your head. "Not now.  If you're good, maybe you'll get one later."

He's pouting when you pull your hand away, sighing as you let go of him to retreat back into the dressing room.

He looks tired, and you do feel a bit bad as he hoists the bags into the back seat of the car with a long sigh, closing your door as he rounds the car. You reach a hand over his shoulder when he plops in the driver seat, acrylic nails massaging his scalp as you lean over the console, pressing a glossy kiss to his cheek.

"How about a nice warm shower when we get home? You look tense." Your other hand comes up to massage his big shoulder, tilting your head as he looks at you.

"Sounds perfect." His eyes run over your face for a second, catching on your pretty, plump lips. "Do I get my kiss now?"

You chuckle quietly as he stares at you, pretty brown eyes silently pleading. You take pity on him, lifting a hand to lay against his cheek as you kiss him, and he melts into you almost instantly, humming against your soft lips. His teeth tug at your bottom lip when you try to pull back, giggling at his sudden feverish nature as his big hand grabs at your waist, fingertips warm against the sliver of skin that peeks out from between the hem of your top and skirt. Your hand falls from his cheek to press your palm against his strong chest, your other hand slipping around his neck to press him closer. 

His cheeks are flushed when you finally pry yourself from his bruising kiss, eyes glazed over and lips swollen as his heavy eyelids lower seductively. God, was he perfect.

"What's that look for, hm?" 

The hand on his chest slowly glides down his abdomen, rubbing over his stomach as he bites his bottom lip.

"Nothin'. Just admiring you."

You purse your lips, tilting your head as your hand falls to cup him through his jeans, pulling a low groan from his throat as his eyebrows pinch together.

"Is that so?" Your fingers gently fondle him through the thick fabric, pressing your palm against him as he sighs. "You're a bad liar, y'know. Don't think I didn't notice this when we were leaving. You liked the dress that much, huh?"

He can't pull together a coherent sentence when your delicate fingers are rubbing at him, the barrier between you frustratingly exciting as his hips jerk forward, head falling back against the headrest. You watch his breath quicken as his chest rises and falls, legs spreading to give you more room to touch him. You lean over the console to press a trail of kisses down the side of his neck, lip gloss staining his tan skin as your fingertips carefully unbuckle his belt, popping the button of his jeans and pushing the zipper open. You stall your actions when he thrusts up into your touch, instead sliding your hand under his shirt to feel along his abs, toned and warm under your fingertips. 

"Control yourself. Stop acting like a fucking mutt."

His head slowly turns to look at you, cheeks hot and flushed as he pouts. "I'll be good, baby. I promise. Por favor…" His hand wraps around your bicep, wanting more than anything for you to just stuff your hand down his pants already.

You let him steal a quick kiss before pushing him back, patting his cheek. "God, you're such a little bitch. What would your friends say if they saw you like this? All whiny and begging for me to touch you." 

He groans when your hand slips into his briefs, pushing the elastic down and watching the way his cock bounces up against his stomach, already dribbling and begging for attention as it twitches. You run a light fingertip up the underside of his shaft, reveling in the little sighs and grunts that escape him as he strains himself to keep still, gnawing at his bottom lip. He snakes a hand under your arm to grab at your knee, squeezing your thigh when you run a finger over his slit, thumbing at the sensitive head. 

"C'mere."

You lean your elbow on the console to kiss him, and he moans into your mouth when your fingers wrap around him, giving a slow, weak tug as he sucks on your bottom lip. Your free hand blindly searches for the big palm settled on your thigh, pulling it up to grab at your chest instead. He eagerly palms at the swell for a while until he gets bored of the lack of skin in his hands, tugging the neckline of your cropped cami down to set your bare chest on full display, big hand groping at you as he mutters something unintelligible against your lips. He pinches a nipple between his rough fingertips, grinning when a soft sigh escapes your lungs, dropping his head to litter your collarbone in wet kisses. Your fingers comb through his tousled brown curls, arching into his hot touch when he closes his mouth around your nipple, sucking at the sensitive bud with another low groan. 

Your hand lazily glides up and down his thick shaft, occasionally dropping lower to roll his balls in your palm, giving a gentle squeeze whenever he gets too excited and jerks his hips up into your fist. He's a mumbly, hot mess below you, muttering mindless praise into your skin as he mouths at your tits, big hand clutching at your waist when your wrist twists faster. You watch the way your hand quickly jerks up and down his big cock, the pretty flushed head shiny with smeared pre-cum as it throbs in your hold, thighs twitching whenever your fingers swirl around the tip. 

"Keep going, baby. Wanna come. Please, mamí, please."

He's whining, stuffing his face in your neck as he pleads. You swipe a thumb over his sensitive slit, fingers massaging the back of his neck.

"You're gonna come already? I've barely even touched you, and you're already about to bust. You are so pathetic." You hum quietly, letting him bite at your soft skin. "Go ahead. Fuck my hand like a fuckin' slut. Show me how desperate you are."

He doesn't need to be told twice, hips greedily chasing your fist as it nearly pulls off of him, slumped back against the seat as he heedlessly bucks up, hips hovering over the seat. He pants into the stuffy air, big hand clawing at your sweater as he cries out another moan.

"Thank you, baby. You're so good to me. Fuck, I love you so much. Thank you–"

You roll your eyes at his blabbering, shutting him up with another heated kiss, craning his neck back as he whimpers against you. The car rocks with every rough jolt of his hips, no doubt catching unwanted attention from other shoppers in the lot. Thank God he has tinted windows. 

His hand digs into your hair to keep your lips on his as his thighs tense, hips erratically jerking up into your fist as he huffs into your mouth. He pulses in your hand, angrily flushed as he desperately searches for relief, abs tightening and chest heaving as he teeters on the edge. 

With one more aggressive jerk of his hips he's coming, spurting white ribbons across his shirt and down the side of his shaft, spilling over your fingers as you slow your hand to a stop. He sighs and grunts as he slouches against his seat, hips dropping with a deep breath as he slowly pulls his head back, eyeing the mess in his lap before bringing his gaze up to find you licking your fingers clean, and he swears he almost gets hard again from just the sight of you lapping at the mess, tits still peeking out of your shirt as you raise an eyebrow.

"Stop staring and clean yourself up. I have shit to do."

[americantfootball]

hiii im not sure if you take reqs and you can ignore this if you want but i rlly love how u write the proxies!! ^__^ may i req for hcs of them in a poly relationship with reader? like who fell first, how they came to terms with being poly and etc

thx anon ! sorry for getting to ur request so late. i'd love to write for this. hope u enjoy :,) this is a oneshot cause i didn't know how to start this one up i kinda just kept writinggg lol

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ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION — proxies

cw, } gn!reader (they and them prns used), drinking, a little suggestive, mention of murder, why choose?

summary , } going out to the bar for a quick drink was not supposed to lead to this...

When you were first "chosen" as one of Slenderman's proxies, it was, undeniably, significantly overwhelming. Not only being introduced to one entity that you would be working for but several others that you were working and living with... yeah... a bit nerve-wracking.

Toby was incredibly welcoming, having been in the same situation as you when he arrived at the mansion for the first time. He undoubtedly found you attractive, but he would never willingly admit it. That was until...

The proxies were all tired and after one of their missions decided to visit the local bar for a quick drink. At this point, you were well acquainted with one another and the boys even felt comfortable taking their masks off around you when going into public spaces.

The dark sky was cloudy and the wind nipped aggressively at your skin as the four of you stepped into a small bar on the outskirts of a town in which you were unaware of the name.

Masky, or rather Tim, as he told you to call him in public, showed the group to a booth sitting in the back corner of the pub. Even through the blaring country music playing on an old jukebox, you could hear Toby grumble a soft complaint about the melodies playing from the machine, causing Hoodie, who told you to call him Brian, to send a glare toward Toby at the insult but ultimately say nothing. Hoodie-- Brian-- wasn't a man of many words, you found.

When you all finally found your seats at the booth that Tim had so gracefully picked out, he ordered a round of beers for all four of you.

Several rounds later, evidently, you and Toby were the only ones not drunk. Toby didn't like drinking-- he mentioned something about his father being an alcoholic-- and you knew you guys would need someone with a proper license and driving knowledge to be able to drive you all back to the cabin you were staying in when the time came to leave.

Tim pulled out a cigarette to smoke despite the 'no smoking' sign hanging near the front entrance of the building, but none of the employees nor the other patrons of the establishment seemed to care or even notice.

"It might be time to move on. It's getting late and we need to get up early tomorrow morning so we can make it back at a decent time," You reasoned, and Toby nodded, staring into your eyes intently as you spoke. Masky grumbled.

"Awww-- you're no fun," He slurred, setting down his half-drunken pint of beer and taking another drag of his cigarette. His eyes met yours, similar to Toby's. "Don't be such a saint. I'm sure you can have fun sometimes."

You caught yourself blushing at Tim's dumb innuendo, but you huffed and crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact.

"So cute when you pout. Wish you'd just be mine."

Everything seemed to pause for a split second when Tim spoke those words. Even Brian's drunken head seemed to move to the side to stare at his best friend when he let those words slip loose. Toby's jaw practically hit the table his elbows were resting on.

Through all of these reactions, Tim looked unbothered. He snuffed his cigarette out on the table and shrugged.

"What? Y'all are looking at me like I just murdered your grandma's dog."

"Do you really mean that, Tim?" You ask, overcome with confusion and desire to know if he was being honest.

"Do I take you as the type to bullshit?"

Everyone at the booth paused, at a loss for words. Tim was right-- he often said what he meant when he felt it-- even at the risk of other's feelings.

"M-Masky--" Toby babbled.

"Tim." He corrected.

"Y-You can't feel th-that way about th-them. Th-they're m-mine," Toby admits, making your mouth open with shock before Brian moves to speak.

"I feel the same way about them."

"Wait-- do you guys all like me-- like that?" You question, at an utter loss for words. All three of the boys nod in unison.

"Well-- who do you choose, angel?" Masky questions, all of the boys on the edge of their seats and eager to hear your most anticipated answer.

"Who says you can't share me?"

[dreamerwitches]

Rating labyrinths: Gertrud!

Okay! Let's go with the labyrinth ratings wheeee!!!

What I'm going to do is rank separate parts of labyrinths (eg. anthony's labyrinth from ep 1 is separate to gertrud's from ep 2) but I'll also give an average at the end.

I will (most likely) only be doing labyrinths that are in colour (so maybe not manga witches)

Anthony's labyrinth from episode 1

I think this is a really good one, especially as the first shown (not including walpy's). It really shows of the cut-out style of the labyrinths and the deep blue-hued colours are perfectly moody. The use of runes in the background is also really fun for secret messages. I feel the only downside is that it doesn't really scream Gertrud to me. Like, if you didn't know the series well and was shown this, I doubt you'd think it belonged to her. HOWEVER... I think this does work for Gertrud since all her precious roses are in her room with her. It makes sense that she'd keep them close.

You could say that it's weird that this labyrinth doesn't share colours with the main one but I think it works because it's a familiar's labyrinth. The photorealistic buildings also match the main labyrinth. I wonder if the butterfly and anthony traffic signs are meant to be a subtle warning to madoka and sayaka hmmm

I really like this one. A 5/5 for me

Gertrud's labyrinth from episode 2

There's a lot to it so it's kinda hard to summarise in images lol. But it's another great one. Great imagery, lovely colours and has themes brought over from Anthony's labyrinth. I think the orange tones, although relaxing, also give off this sepia feel that makes it a little unnerving too. Like looking through a tinted view makes things seem unreal.

One of my favourite parts are the doorways that lead to black nothingness. Really helps with the labyrinthine feel. Small touches like the portraits with slight things changed in them to make them scary. It's the kind of thing you don't notice unless you pause. I also like how it seems the labyrinth becomes more luscious as you get deeper. The trees start bare, then with black leaves, then Gertrud's room is fully in bloom.

I wasn't sure whether to rank the boss room separately, maybe I will... I think the ceiling that doesn't quite make sense works well to make it feel disorientating and it's a fun contrast to the kinda pretty garden around Gertrud. It's messy but in a good way. I also think having the boss room have a different theme to the rest works. Just as before I mentioned that roses are only in her boss room, I think it would make sense that her special place may be better taken care of or just look overall nicer. It's very good but I'd say, not my favourite segment. Maybe just because it's only one room?? That makes it a little unfair to compare to the rest...

I'll give the labyrinth a 5/5. Boss room is a 4.5/5

Gertrud's labyrinth from Magireco episode 11

Yeah... this one isn't it, chief... like, it has the things of her labyrinth but it's just not... uhhh I dunno it feels more like a set piece than a proper area...

Let's start with what I like: of course, I love the Gertrud motifs. The butterflies, the cut out images and the hidden text (although it's no different than the original anime iirc). I really like the halo above Gertrud's area. And the hanging loops. It's weird but pretty. Suits Gertrud!

Sadly that's where my positives end. The stark white is NOT Gertrud it's so weird... I guess the stone rose works better but not the rest. I kinda hate in the zoom out where... it just looks like a video game level, like I'm looking at mario 64 or something ToT that is not a labyrinth..! Just the overall layout is meh. I dislike the random fluff pile below it too. Just felt like they didnt know what to fill it with...

It's a dud but has some good things... I'm giving it a 1.5/5. I know there's worse which is why it's not a 1.

So overall Gertrud get's a.... 4/5 wow!!!

[sourbinnie]

you lose your way | chan x gn!reader angst + fluff | just take my hand

chan didn't think he deserved your love at all. he thought he was destined to be alone forever but then het met you and he saw a bright future ahead of him, one that he never imagined. he felt completely and utterly comfortable being with you but the awful insecurity of not being enough or not doing showing the love he thinks you deserve haunted him. it felt like a shadow above him that followed at all times when he was at work, thinking that you got home from your job and you were all alone. 

why couldn't he be the boyfriend you deserved? why couldn't he just put in the effort and be there for you? always stuck somewhere else. with every comeback, every promotion, every song, every dance you were lingering on his mind there all alone. he was so exhausted every time he set foot in your shared apartment and he did not expect you to wait up for him but you always did. 

at one point he even felt like he had to end things because this wasn't healthy for either of you but what would he do without you? no motivation, no reason to continue a path that he didn't want to even think of. he felt trapped like he knew you were doing this out of kindness but why would you do that for nothing in return? the last time he kissed you properly was like a month ago.

maybe this was a signal for him to stop, to actually look around him and think of what he was doing. yet he always went back to work, he just couldn't be stopped from recording another track, writing lyrics (mostly about you) and practicing even more than what his body could take. 

"chris?" your voice got him out of his daydream/nightmare and he looked at you. you knew the password for his studio so he wasn't surprised about that but you looked like you just got out of work. "it's kinda late i'm sorry if i'm bothering but i wanted to know if you wanted to go home with me?".

"i don't know if i can love." he sighed as he looked back at his laptop again, writer's block was his biggest enemy. he knew he had the hability to put on some heart wrecking lyrics yet nothing was coming to mind. again another signal to stop maybe. "you can go home if you want and you don't have to stay up, i know you're tired."

"i don't mind waiting for you, you always carry me to bed anyways." you said, giving him a little smile as you sat down next to him. "can we talk baby?" you asked and if he wasn't scared before, he surely was now.

he expected this conversation to lead to the worst. he expected for you to leave him right then and there, after all he did not put effort at all into your relationship even if you were all he could think about. even if you lived in his mind rent free 24/7, he knew he would never be the boyfriend you were meant to have.

"yeah of course." he said as he looked at you, you grabbed his hands and that's where he felt everything was gonna go down. 

"you know you can talk to me, right? it's been a long time since we've had a proper conversation. i don't mind it really, i know you're busy but if it's too much you can always talk to me. i'll always have your back and i'll always hold your hand when you need me the most christopher." you said in a serious tone but with the kindest way. he couldn't help but feel the tears cloud his vision as he heard your words. "i believe in you and i love you. i know this is your way of proving your worth but you're much more than your job."

he wiped his eyes as he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you. he felt like he was gonna choke on his tears anytime soon but he took a deep breath and looked at you again, nodding. 

"i know. it's just been a lot lately and i know you deserve better." he said and you shook your head. "i know you're gonna say you're fine with it but how can you be fine with me not being there for you?"

"it's your job chris, i understand. you love it here and i love that you're passionate about it." you clearly said as you played with his hands and gave him another warm smile. "what kind of significant other would i be if i didn't let you enjoy what you have? it was your dream to be here." 

"but is it too much? i feel like i don't show you the love you deserve. i feel like i'm all you don't deserve." he said letting his feelings out once and for all. 

"there's no love i deserve that's not yours. i just want what you give me at the end of the day." you said, kissing his cheek and hugging him so he could let all the tears he needed out. "i know you're lost but i'm not letting go. i'm never gonna let go of you 'cause you're the only one."

the words pierced through his heart as he sighed and let all the tears fall from his eyes when you embraced him. he didn't feel okay, he knew he wasn't okay but something about you saying you're gonna be there for him forever just eased his heart. it eased his pain and sorrow as didn't want to let go of the hug because it was all he needed at the end of the day. for you to be there for him in such a way, meant the world to him.

[half-dead-writer]

I'm yet to watch Scott Pilgrim but I'm having an obsession on Matthew just by watching the scenes that feature him, god I'm pathetic aha It's kinda bad in some places, I lost patience writing it stoned lmao

Just In Time (NSFW)

Matthew almost catches you doing sinful things in your room, you won't believe what happens next! aka your boyfriend doesn't shame you for being horny, talks it out, gets horny himself.

character: Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: almost 4k reader: gender neutral (no description of bits) warnings: it's a smut guys

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Washing all of your dirty dishes in the sink left you exhausted. You lazily threw yourself on the bed, taking out your phone. The digital clock shown 4:50 PM. Ten minutes until your boyfriend arrives at your house. You two planned to have a movie night today.

You've been dating for a week and a half now, slowly testing the waters with your relationship. In the first days, you and him were a bit shy, unsure what amount of affection is proper. From the brief info you had, you knew his ex girlfriend broke up with him pretty quickly. You could see it left a pretty negative impression, which made him anxious about doing something wrong, and you didn't really blame him. You had no previous partners, but you could imagine how it felt. Even though you knew him for such a short time, he seemed like a pretty sweet, loving guy, so you felt extra special when you two got to the point of being comfortable in each other's houses.

At first, Matthew insisted on taking you on fancy dates, being extra romantic and trying too hard to impress you. You appreciated his effort and charming antics, but felt like you weren't on equal grounds. You wanted to get to know him on a sincere, casual level. So when you convinced him that just watching some movies in a cozy setting would be enough for a date, you felt like you were a step further to being closer.

Your eyes were fixated on the ceiling, mind occupied with the excitement for the upcoming activity. The time started to drag, making a passing of just one minute incredibly long. Boredom forced your thoughts to wander in places you rarely visited ever since you started dating and a familiar warmth forming in your lower abdomen hit you at the worst moment possible.

You were fine with the slow tempo you had established - cuddling was the furthest you two went in terms of physical affection. Except for the one kiss you two shared (right after Matthew asked you out) and some quick pecks on the cheeks, you and him rarely kissed.

You didn't even notice how tense you were these past days. It wasn't a problem when you had the time to do your business in peace, but for the past week, all you've been focused on was mostly Matthew. Normally, you would have likely ignored it and dealt with it after the event, but you didn't want to risk dirty thoughts seeping into your mind when spending time with him. It was a literal Netflix and Chill situation, and you weren't about to ruin it by being weird. You didn't want to overwhelm him, there would be a time for that later.

Your sight fell on the phone again, reading the numbers - 4:54. Six minutes left for the 5 PM to arrive. The heartbeat in your chest quickened as your mind was starting to slowly warm up to the risky idea. The more you hesitated, the less time you had for your break, which created even more pressure to the current conundrum.

A defeated sigh left your lips as you shamefully watched your hand disappear under the waistband of your underwear. Closing your eyes, you tried to mute everything around you, focusing purely on the action. Understanding the dangers of not being urgent enough made your body work in an unexplainably fast manner.

An imagined picture of Matthew catching you in the act invaded your head, making you even more on edge. You didn't actually want it to happen in real life, but a snippet of how it could play out in the future had you in it's grasp.

The sinful thought made your breath quicken, the world was slowly turning into a blur. The pleasant wave began to take course through your muscles. Your bliss didn't last long, though. In a split second, you realized you heard a noise of the doorknob turning, along with a familiar voice.

"Y/N, I arrived!" He announced, slowly entering your room. You didn't have time to dwell on the irony of his sentence, quickly vanishing your hand from your pants.

"Matthew!" The words spilled out of your mouth in a hurry and you wished you had the reflex to stop them. The off tone caught him by a surprise, forcing him to take a better look at you. His eyes noted your slightly disheveled appearance.

You let out a forced chuckle, careful not to sound too out of breath, "You're here!" You readjusted yourself on the bed a bit more appropriately, keeping your legs shut.

"Wow, hey," he said, his eyes resembling those of a deer flashed by streetlight for a moment, "-you missed me?" His question was purely of the innocent nature, making you feel even guiltier.

"Obviously- we were supposed to watch that show, remember?" You tried your best to not sound as if you were about to get shot, the anxiety bubbling in you.

His look from across the room was a bit concerned, unsure if the mood in the air he read was correct. Not wanting the situation to be awkward, his face softened into an unsure yet affectionate smile, hoping to make the atmosphere less tense.

"Uh, I didn't mean to just barge into your house, but I knocked and didn't hear you coming, your door was open so I-" He tried to explain, but all you were busy focusing on your screw-up.

You forgot that you did, in fact, open the doors once you were done cleaning the dishes. Your mind was strictly occupied by him coming home, so you thought your small break to chill on your bed would be short, and in no time, you'd be greeting him on the other side.

"No, no, it's fine," you rambled, the dry feeling on your mouth distracting you slightly, "I should have paid more attention and actually greet you by the door-"

"I just, uh, wanted to put it out there, that," his words started to fumble, "whatever you do in the privacy of your room, is, none of my business-" He tried to gently reassure with intentions of not shaming you, even if he wasn't sure if you'd take it the right way.

"Noo- I made things awkward-" You whined in a self-deprecating tone, you were not prepared to handle this.

"What! No, you didn't!" He shot up, the rush to chase away your worries made him raise his voice a little. You flinched, which made him realize how he came off.

"I- I mean," he stopped, "it's not a big deal, don't worry-"

"I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you lightly bit your lip.

"There's nothing that you need to feel awkward about!" His hands flailed around, trying to emphasize his point, "we're both- adults."

You showed him a tired half-smile. Even though the tense atmosphere was cutting into the you both, Matthew still tried to reassure you in his own way. You felt a bit better.

"We didn't really discuss any- stuff of this kind together, and I didn't know if it'd be a comfortable topic for us yet-" you continued, feeling put on the spot. Even though Matthew gave you a way out of this topic, you just had to dig yourself a bigger hole.

His sight jumped around the room, making sure to not meet with your eyes. You felt the mattress sink under his weight as he sat on the bed next to you, trying to hide half of his flustered expression in his bangs.

"I'm not against the idea, if you aren't." 

It took you a moment before you responded, "I'm not ... I mean- we could discuss it now, if you feel like it."

"Okay-" he stretched his arms forward, promptly resting his elbows on his knees, a spot on the floor seeming more comfortable to stare at for the moment.

The short silence made Matthew speak up again, "so-" he bit his lip, already knowing his further words will embarrass him.

"Were you thinking about me?"

"Matthew!" His surprising bluntness made you raise your voice, gaining a guilty and anxious grin from the man. It was his turn to feel like he crossed a line.

"Sorry, I just-" he tried to back out from his words, his hands raised in an apologetic manner, "I- I was curious!"

You couldn't contain the chuckle wanting to escape your lips. The ridiculousness of the situation finally got to you. He wanted to see it as a good sign, but he was still a bit on edge from his outrageous question.

"I- I was," you meekly answered, feeling exposed. Not like anything would come out of you keeping it a secret. He was your boyfriend, he asked, it seemed fair enough. That response, however, made him straighten up immediately, and you could swear you heard an almost inaudible, sharp intake of air, as if he was about to choke on his own breath. 

"I- alright," he huffed out, blank stare visible on his face. The answer and it's implications sinked in, the cogs turning in his mind were pretty visible. His worries about you leaving him have been suddenly put on pause. You thought about him in that way?

Seeing how affected he was by your confession made you a bit more confident. He timidly opened up his mouth again, "Can…"

"Can I ask," he prolonged his sentence, "what were you thinking about?"

Again, it was your turn to be coy. But, from the reactions he gave you, you concluded it wasn't as awkward of an experience as as you originally thought it would be. I mean, it was still awkward, but not as bad. Matthew was just flustered, and so were you, but the vibe in the room wasn't purely negative.

"I was thinking…" you tried to put down your words in an eloquent manner, fighting the urge to cringe at what you're about to say, "how soon you're gonna be here."

Matthew only briefly glanced at you, his usual, theatrical reactions stopped due to intense focus on your words.

"How I must hurry up, otherwise you're gonna know something's up. And, well, you did," you quietly muttered out, forcing a crooked smile. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but the reactions to your admissions were pushing you to keep going.

"And… how did you think it was gonna go?" he dared to ask.

"Well, um… I hoped you wouldn't get mad, or worse, disgusted-" you stated your worries, it felt a bit relieving to finally get it out of your chest, even if it was a pretty vulnerable experience.

"No, no-" he was quick to say, "I'm not disgusted at all!"

"I think-" he hesitated, "I think it's even, kinda, hot, he finally sputtered out.

You couldn't help yourself as laughter busted right out you, catching Matthew by surprise.

"What?" he shot up, now feeling like he surely said something embarrassing.

The affection reflected in your eyes as the corners of your lips went up. You pressed a light kiss on his lips which he reciprocated, but was fairly surprised.

"What was that for-?" he asked, unsurely looking into your eyes, yet without an intention to complain.

"You're too adorable," you said, gaining another pathetic sound from the man.

You stared at him for a while, just basking in the unexpected joy your boyfriend gave you. You were fully prepared for the evening to turn sour, and now you were both openly discussing pretty intimate matters. Well, as openly as you two were able to get at this early stage of your relationship.

"How did I find such a good boyfriend?" Your words were coated in honey, you wanted to butter him up. It wasn't really serious, more of a lighthearted tease, while still staying relatively sincere to your honest thoughts.

Matthew's eyes went wide as he quickly changed his sitting position. His legs were clasped together, a nervous look on his face betrayed his embarrassment.

"L-love, um-" his brows were uncomfortably furrowed, a bashful grin appearing on his lips, "would it be a good time now to admit to something as well-?"

Your curious eyes landed on the area he tried to hide. You had a clue as to why his position suddenly shifted. You nodded slowly.

"Your words are killing me," a nervous titter followed after.

"My words?" You played a bit dumb, innocently pushing further. You saw an opportunity, so you chased it.

"Your- compliments. In- in this, current setting," He explained, his back arched in a way that made his arms rest "casually" while also covering his crotch. Even though he was actor, he couldn't nail the natural look.

"Mm?" You let a cheeky smile get on your face. Getting a bit closer, yet still hesitant, you tested the waters, "is me saying you're a good boy turning you on?"

His shoulders stiffened as soon as the sentence fell on his ears. His bangs were successfully hiding part of his face, until you made an effort to gently put them behind his ear. You raised his chin up with your finger, making him look at you. You could feel the way he melted under your touch.

In a weird surge of confidence, you decided to press your lips into his once again, this time trying to gently push him to part his lips. He got the hint pretty quickly, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth without much resistance.

It got a bit sloppy, but neither of you minded at the moment. Even though your eyes were closed, you could feel the warmth in Matthew's cheeks as you slowly moved your hand to cup his face. Matthew leaned into the kiss, letting you take charge.

A light string of saliva connected you both when you gently pulled away from the kiss. Even if it lasted a relatively short time, his expression seemed dazed.

His hands let go of hiding the intimate spot, an action which let you see the uncomfortably stretched fabric of his pants. Your gaze left him flustered, yet he plead the fifth. The cat was out of the bag, there was nothing to hide anymore. All left to do was to take the shame with dignity (or lack thereof).

"Mattie-" your words cut through the silence, his whole focus went to you, "would you want to- get on my lap?"

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, his eyes betraying the excitement. He nodded, carefully positioning himself on the spot that you requested. You felt his weight resting on you, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

He stayed silent with bated breath, careful not to break the moment between you two. You couldn't lie, your worries were similar, but you decided to just go with the flow. Your hands slowly crawled onto his sides, making him squirm at the sudden contact.

"Tell me if I do anything uncomfortable," you whispered while moving your hands down his torso, making the man exhale sharply.

"Mhm," he hummed, trying to keep his composure, "you can do- whatever-"

To avoid unnecessary silence, you occupied your time by locking your lips again, leaving only the sounds of excited breathing as the ambient around you. You closed your eyes, the sight of your boyfriend in the current situation was too much to bare. Your hand trailed down to touch the fabric of his jeans, gently exploring the place. Matthew didn't know what to do with his hands as he let out a quiet whimper. The noise made you wanna move from the place, now slowly unbuckling his belt. Matthew kept his hands politely placed on his knees, but after a while he rested them carefully on your shoulders.

Your hand snaked itself onto the bare skin below his abdomen. The feeling of your fingers brushing along his length made Matthew pull away ever so slightly, breaking the kiss with a hitched breath. You didn't dare to look down, instead choosing to assault his neck with a trail of light pecks.

The feather light smooches made him wiggle a bit, the intense reactions to your touch had you charmed. His body language was already pretty open and theatrical in a casual setting, and it amused you that his movements translated well into the current activity.

After his neck was full of marks left by your lips, you pulled away, making him look at you. His bangs managed to fall on his face again, leaving only one eye uncovered to glare at you with affection. You raised your hand until it was on the same level as his lips.

"Open up, please?" you requested, filled with a surprising amount of confidence.

He did what you asked for with almost no delay. Your digits gently pressed down on his tongue. You gathered some saliva by moving them around, brushing his teeth lightly in the process. After you left his mouth, Matthew kept it open for a few moments before closing it, as if he just processed what happened. Your used the lubricant to make your hand slide up and down with more ease.

"Mf-"

The action lasted no more 2 minutes, and Matthew was already starting to become a mess. His breath quickened substantially, releasing shallow pants on par to your strokes. He was doing whatever he can to not break the fun too soon. You noticed he was close, and so your movements stopped completely. He was hoping you didn't notice a dissatisfied whimper that quietly managed to escape his mouth.

"Mattie?" you asked, tone barely above whisper.

"Mm?" His tired look was obstructed by the messy hair.

"Did you ever think about me when…" you started, hoping this topic wasn't crossing any boundaries. But he asked you about it first, so you thought it was fair.

Matthew tensed, meek "I-" came out of his mouth. He avoided eye contact for a second, pretending he didn't feel as if he was just caught doing something bad.

"Only once!" he defended himself, prepared to be severely judged for admitting to it. You chuckled softly, endeared. You found his humility quite cute.

"Well- You wanna do it a second time?" You asked, mostly coy with a hint of feigned confidence. The blood rushed to his cheeks as quickly as the words left your mouth.

"N-now?" he asked, just in case he misunderstood something.

"If you're comfortable with it, of course," you reassured. You still wanted to make sure you were on the same page. A hesitant nod acted as his confirmation.

"Good boy," you murmured, causing goosebump to appear on his skin. You started undoing the buttons of his red shirt, making his body freeze.

"Don't mind me," You cooed.

His hand reached the destination, carrying out slow, gentle strokes. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling (which was pretty hard with you actively messing with his buttons). His chest, quickly rising and falling, was on full view and your hands were quick to explore it.

"You look so pretty right now," you whispered. You weren't even teasing, those were your honest words.

"Nhf-" He bit his lip, his pace quickened. At this point he didn't have the strength to hold back his sounds, your ears were hit with an array of moans and whimpers.

"How did I get so lucky?" You continued buttering him up, you knew it made him tick. Another wave of hickeys landed on the side of his neck.

After a frenzy of labored breaths, a prolonged whine got out of his lips. His entire body tensed, a hit of euphoria catching up. His shoulders fell limp, his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Feeling better now, love?" You embraced his waist, his entire body acted like a big heater.

"Y-yeah," he huffed out, slowly coming to his senses.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, forcing him to show a crooked, bashful grin.

"Are you… ready to go again?" you felt embarrassed by being so needy. You had your release not so long ago, and you were still desperate for another one.

"Uh," he waited a bit before responding, "y-yeah, of course- just be a bit gentler while I recover," he didn't wanna ruin your fun, even if he did need a small break. Given the circumstances, you decided to try something different.

"Could you lay down, please?" He obeyed without any objections, looking for further instructions.

You placed your butt on his thigh, your pelvis started searching for friction. You decided to keep your eyes closed, careful not to focus on how desperate you looked, in opposition to Matthew, who's eyes were open wide, looking at you as if he was about to faint. The sight of you dry-humping him made him regain his strength a bit faster.

"O-okay, I'm ready!" He exclaimed, raising his upper body by supporting on his elbows. Your movements stopped, a light pant came out of you, missing the feeling.

Hearing the rush in his voice made you smile, he sounded as if he was about to miss the best part. Not wanting to tease him any longer, you pulled down on his pants, exposing more of his body. He didn't mind, bending his legs to make it easier for you. Matthew laid on your bed almost naked - his lower half was completely on display, the unbuttoned shirt was doing a poor job of hiding his physique.

"You're overdressed," he pointed out, his tone a bit pouty. A not so subtle hint of him wanting to see more of you.

"Sorry, I didn't want to steal your spotlight," you joked lightheartedly, gaining a flustered eye roll from the man.

You got out of your pants, swiftly tossing them on the floor. You didn't really have a plan in mind, your only objective was for you both to have a good time. Matthew watched as you hovered above him, this time aligning your nether regions with his. You leaned your face closer to his, subtly brushing against his groin. He was so warm-

Your tongue hungrily dove into his mouth again. You felt his hands grab your waist, holding you tight in his grip. He wanted to be as close as possible, too desperate to let go of you. Your thrusting hips created a comfortable pace for the both of you to feel the most out of the effects you had on each other.

His fingers were starting to gently dig into your sides, betraying how close he was. His kissing became less active, now focused on holding back the feeling of euphoria that would soon overwhelm him. The intense pang of pleasure made you break the kiss with a sound that he found very attractive.

Matthew's release followed shortly after, leaving both of you a panting mess. Your body fell limply on his, relishing in the afterglow from the overwhelming bliss. You pushed your body to the side after you were able to move again and your limbs entangled themselves into Matthew. He let out a content sigh, putting his arm around you.

You didn't expect the entire ordeal to leave you so sleepy. You still wanted to go through the original plans you had, but the thought of doing anything other than heavenly falling asleep in his arms was already too tiring for you.

"I love you," he murmured tiredly, "so much."

[takaraphoenix]

This is my ask for the multi chapter Steter. Anything you want to share, I’m so curious about it now. 🥺🥺

THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ^-^

Okay so, once again, this started out as a Mischief Monday and then I kinda went "mmmh no nope this is. the first chapter of something".

It's a soulmate AU because I love soulmate AUs and though I adore the True Mates angle for Teen Wolf, I really wanted a proper, full "everyone has a soulmate" AU with soulmarks.

The fic's title is Defying the Death Date and the soulmate AU I chose for it is that you bear your soulmate's birthday, if they are born before you then you are born with the date but if they are born after you then the date will appear on your body when they are born. And... as a counterpart to it, when your soulmate dies, their death date appears on your body.

Stiles learns that Peter is his soulmate when they kill the Alpha together.

And this was supposed to be a short oneshot about the angst of that. But then Derek decided to adopt Stiles and Stiles in return decided to adopt Derek in a burst of "in a soulmate universe, your family's soulmates would be your family and your soulmate's family would be your family and both these broken guys are gonna cling onto each other and then Stiles helps Derek grow the Hale Pack", so the Steter soulmate fic got a little hijacked by the need for platonic fluffy Sterek and then I figured "okay but that is kinda taking away from Steter... so what if, instead of using Lydia to resurrect, Peter would appear to STILES in visions and use the soulmate bond to bring himself back?" and yeah at that point I knew this wasn't gonna be a long oneshot either, this was turning multichapter...

Here, have an excerpt from chapter 1, the full chapter will be posted on December 21st:

The first time Stiles saw Peter Hale was in the hallway of a hospital and it was neither magical, nor amazing, but perhaps a little mind blowing. After all, Derek’s comatose uncle turned out to be the Alpha who bit Scott and he also turned out to not be as comatose as previously assumed.

Still, there were no… sparks, there was no recognition, no heart eyes or immediate swooning.

No, Stiles would only realize that Peter was his soulmate the third time they met.

(After a horrific second meeting on the lacrosse field that included the mauling of Lydia and the kidnapping of Stiles. Though a much tamer and less deadly kidnapping than Stiles would have anticipated, if one considered the dead nurse in Peter’s trunk or the state Lydia had been in when Stiles and Peter left the school grounds. He’d later wonder if that was the bond, subconsciously.)

The third time Stiles met Peter was at the burned out Hale House, after Peter tore Kate Argent’s throat out with his claws. There was still a sense of insanity in his red-burning eyes and Stiles found himself terrified and rooted to the spot, Jackson hot on his heels after Stiles had more or less forced the other jock into being his chauffeur to the crime scene.

All Stiles could see was the Alpha who had bitten Scott. The monster who had torn Lydia. The cold-blooded murderer who drove his nurse’s corpse around in the trunk of his car.

So Stiles threw the Molotov cocktail, to be ignited by an arrow from Allison. Setting Peter on fire (for the second time in the man’s life and good gods help him, Stiles felt his stomach twist at the reality of that). But it were Derek’s claws sinking into Peter’s throat that ended the man’s life.

The moment Derek tore them out, a searing pain shot through Stiles’ entire being and for a long, agonizing moment, he felt like he was on fire. His knees buckled from the overwhelming pain and he went down onto the ground, desperately grabbing his shirt to pull it up and see the spot where the pain seemed to originate from. His left hip. His eyes widened in true horror as he watched today’s date burn itself into his flesh in the same elegant cursive as the birth date on his right hip.

His soulmate had died. This very moment, his soulmate had died. The moment Derek ripped out his uncle’s throat, Stiles’ soulmate died. His eyes widened, terror and grief and confusion melting together into an awful emotion that seemed to drown him, because he could no longer breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to but it was like his lungs had stopped working, because his soulmate was dead. His soulmate was dead and he had helped kill him.

[blu3-ja3]

Hello! So I want to establish O'Connor a bit more and how she views each member of the 141. All of these will be in first person not my typical 3rd person limited. We're going youngest to oldest so Soap up first.

!TRIGGER WARNING! Panic Attacks, Misguided Grief

1) Smart but Forgetful

Soap is a smart young man, in a way that's terrifying at time. I've watched MacTavish make a bomb from fertilizer, random metal scrap and a broken lighter. Ghost seemed turned on proud of his sergeant on that particular mission. It never fails to amaze me to watch MacTavish work out how much it would take for him to level a building. But he also has a nasty habit of not wearing proper protective gear when dealing with demolitions on and off the field. On the field I can let it slide but when we're on base it worries me to no end.

I've scolded him a great many times before I just started scolding Ghost as well. More often than not the two were together when Soap goes about his explosive work. Price found it hilarious that I've made it a rule that everyone has to carry a set of closed fingered gloves for Soap, that way if they're on field with the man and he starts his work they can give him the gloves so I don't have to treat chemical burns that could easily be prevented.

2) A Simple Gesture

The first time the young sergeant saw my scar he was kind and far more interested in my sleeve. It was late out. I couldn't sleep and figured working out until I was ready to collapse would be the best course of action. I was in a compression sports bra and sweats, I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake so I didn't bother wearing my typical long sleeve turtle neck. I was distracted and didn't notice Soap appearing in the door to the workout room.

"Who did your ink Cap?"

"JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH! MacTavish where the hell did you come from?" I practically jumped out of my skin as I turned around.

"My room? You okay Doc? You seem a bit jumpy." Soap tilted his head to the side with a concerned smile on his face. I suddenly felt very aware of the fact that the sergeant could see my discolored and scared arm and body.

"I'm fine, I'll just leave you to your work out sergeant." I made a move to grab my bag and leave

"Wait! Captain I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I can leave. I was just curious about your sleeve. I've seen some glimpses of it, I'd like a better look but it makes you uncomfortable then I'll leave." Soap offered with a shy smile

" My son, William, drew most of them." I relaxed a bit as Soap approached

"He's an incredible artist, would it be okay if I got a closer look?" Soap asked as he gestured to my arm.

"Would you like to help yourself to one of his sketchbooks? I have one in my office if you'd like to get a better look." I laughed as Soap took my left arm turning it staring intently at the pieces.

"If Will doesn't mind, I don't want to intrude."

I smiled "I'm fairly sure he wouldn't mind Suds"

3) A Mother's Grief

It hurts how similar Soap can be to William, both are incredible artist who are constantly doodling on any scrap of paper. But the similarities didn't seem to stop there, they're both terribly smart and passionate. They care deeply for those they've befriended and had a mischievous streak to them. I think often about what kinda of shenanigans the two would get up to with the other sergeants.

At times though it hurts to be around the young man. He makes me wonder what William would be like as he got older. I cried for hours the night Soap called me, mom. I felt guilty, so incredibly guilty. I thought I was replacing Will with the young sergeant and it killed me. I went to Price after another night of tears and guilt.

"Maevis you alright?"

"No, no I'm really not John."

"What's wrong? Did Oliver do something?"

" No, Jesus, it's about Sergeant MacTavish."

John tensed "What about him O'Connor?"

" He called me, mom last night, he was having a rough go of it. I found him and did what I could, I eventually took him back to his barracks. I tried to convince myself he just called me ma'am but Soap has never called me Ma'am. I feel like I'm being eaten alive by guilt! Like I've replaced William without me realizing. How could I? Will was... Is my baby, he's my boy. I love him! How could I do that to him?" Tears streamed down my face I couldn't stand to look at John.

"Oh Maevis, you muppet. You've done nothing wrong. You still love William, I know you do because you still have the charm made of his ashes. MacTavish called you mom because you did what you always do. You're a care taker Maeve, a mother by instinct and you treat everyone like your child. You haven't replaced your son, you would have done the same thing if Will was alive. You're being too hard on yourself Maevis." John had pulled me into a hug until I finally stopped shaking.

"We both know if Will was here he'd be instant friends with the boys. And he'd hold no ill will towards you being a mother to them."

"Yes you're right, you're always right John."

4) An Artistic Collaboration

Soap is constantly coloring in the tattoos on both mine and Ghost's arms. He was a very tactile person, constantly platonically touching everyone in the 141. MacTavish was quick to notice the missing piece on my sleeve, a decent sized spot above my wrist.

"So what's going there Doc?"

"Well it was ment to be another piece William was drawing specifically for me but he never got around to it. There are simple sketches in his last sketch book but nothing finished."

"Do you mean the horse?"

I nodded in confirmation as Soap turned my arm to start coloring another tattoo with the skin safe markers he was given by Roach.

"Yeah, I wanted to get a kelpie or an undead unicorn. William was enthralled by the idea and wanted to draw it for me. He uh... You know..."

"Yeah, if you'd like I could finish it for you. Why the clovers as filler? It makes coloring you so difficult!"

"I like clovers, used to call Will my lucky clover. Sergeant?"

Soap looked up from where he was focusing on my arm, his hand stilling as he removed the light green marker from my skin.

"If you'd like to, I'd be honored to have your artwork complete my sleeve." I watched as MacTavish's eye lit up with excitement.

"You're not joking Cap? You'd get my art tatted on you?" I nod smiling as the sergeant moved to grab his leather sketchbook.

" Id still like the undead unicorn or kelpie but you're free to do what you'd like with the concept... Are you going to finish coloring my arm or am I going to walk around with a half colored arm?" Soap waved his hand at me as he continued to draw. I chuckled before getting up to leave to go do my rounds.

5) Motherly Advice

I'm sitting in my office filling out paperwork and going through the medical bay inventory. I see my door open from the corner of my eye. I see the tall tale mohawk of one sergeant MacTavish

"How's she cuttin' Suds?"

"Um Mom? Can I ask you a question?" I smiled a bit at the name before calming myself. The boys only call me mom, outside of the usual teasing, if something was serious.

"What's wrong Johnny Boy?" I turned to face the man , setting down my pen as the scott sat across from me.

"You've been in a relationship before right Doc?"

"Um well yes but it wasn't the best example of a relationship..."

"I know but it was with a man, yeah?"

"... Yes? MacTavish can I ask what's this about? Because it may be better to ask Price, lad"

" How did you know you were gay?!" MacTavish seemed to be flustered as his cheeks were a bright pink.

"You were married to a man, yeah? And now you look at so of many of the nurses with such infatuation or at least you stare at any woman like she's the best view you've ever seen! I know what that means Doc.... So how did you know? Cause for most of my life I liked Bonnies but Gho- someone has made me question everything!"

"Tav my boy deep breaths yeah, do you want me to be honest?" Soap nodded furiously.

"I don't know, Oliver was my only partner for a very long time... I was only 16 when we started dating, got married just before I was deployed at 18 and I divorced him when I was 20. I didn't date while I was raising Will, I was so busy being a single mom while active duty, I was recovering from this," I gestured to my heavily scared body. " Then Will passed, I couldn't bring myself to go out let alone date... But you're right I taken a liking to many of the lassies I've seen. But I truly don't know if that makes me gay."

" Is it only ladies that catch your attention?"

"It seems so, yes... But why ask me John? Why not talk to Kyle or Price, the two who are in a very openly gay relationship. Both of them are most definitely more qualified in both regards..." I mumble the last bit.

" I don't know, you were the first person I thought of. "

" Let me ask you this then. This someone, does he make you happy?"

"Yes..."

"Do you trust him?"

"More than anyone I've ever met."

" Then what does it matter if you're gay, straight, bi, whatever?"

"What if he doesn't like me back?"

"You're talking about Ghost, right?"

Soap blushes furiously before replying "Yes I'm talking about Ghost... "

" I know he's not the most expressive or forthcoming but he's different with you John. You know that right?"

Soap nods before something seems to click, he stood up rapidly and rushed towards my office door.

"I'm sorry, I've just remembered something I've gotta go! THANK YOU FOR THE TALK DOC!" Soap's voice echoed down the hall.

A few days later, Ghost and Soap made an announcement that they are dating.

"Wait, you weren't before?" Roach asked

"No, what made you think that?" Soap asked

"Well you were constantly leaving the Lieutenant's room after some very... Loud activities..." Roach smirked "You two seem to forget who's barracks are next to Ghost's!"

It was evident even through Ghost's mask that the man was blushing.

"Oh quite your teasing Roach! Honestly we're happy for you boys, you two deserve happiness!" I smile sweetly at the two young men.

I'm happy that everyone has found someone, and while I'm happy to have helped the young sergeant he's helped me realize my neglect towards myself and my relationships.

[rubra-wav]

Omgg, I need a Rosie x fem!Reader fic, where she introduces you to Alastor like her partner 😭💕

Rosie x introducing reader to Alastor

A/N: Today is Rosie day apparently bc I got 2 reqs I'm gonna be (hopefully at least) getting written abt her today.

I'm really sorry I just realised you said fic on this one, lmk if you'd like me to write it as a proper fic 💀

Cw: Sfw, Fem reader, slightly twisted fluff, cannibalism, kinda messed up relationship origin story haha

- When Rosie had brought out the tea set with a mixture of treats for Alastor and herself, and different sweets for you, you could feel yourself getting anxious about the meeting to come.

- You'd been dating the overlord for a little while now. With the 7th month approaching, Rosie wanted you to meet one of her longest friends.

- Wanted to solidify that you were her girlfriend more permanently.

- The public eye wasn't on you at all luckily due to you living in a town surrounded by ravenous cannibals who would protect you with tooth and nail due to dating their leader.

- However, during the time you'd been together, Rosie continued to receive suitors, which was uncomfortable for both of you.

- So she figured that she would start trying to make an effort to tell people she was in a completely monogamous relationship, one person at a time. Starting with her good friend Al, naturally.

- You truly didn't mind, but it was a little bit nerve-wracking meeting another overlord. Especially one who was long time friends with your lover.

- Rosie noticed you fidgeting nervously with your hands, looking down at the table set out before you.

- She let out a soft sigh and put down the box of tea bags she had been fussing with the choices of, walking to stand behind you and place her hands on your shoulders.

- "You'll be fine, heart! He's gonna love you. Maybe even half as much as I do!" She chuckled as your slightly unsure face peered backwards up at her.

- She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, prompting you to relax and smile softly.

- As she did so, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the two of you.

- You two turned to see the very recognisable Radio Demon standing there looking somewhat uncomfortable at the display of affection. You didn't even hear him approach the outdoor sitting area.

- "Good afternoon, ladies." Alastor recovered quickly as Rosie moved to properly greet him with a big hug, and you rose from your seat with a somewhat strained smile.

- As the two cannibal overlords embraced, you got a stab of being out of place... inadequate in comparison. I mean, you were just some nobody dating the (essentially) mayor of cannibal town, you were surely out of place in such company.

- You were knocked from your thoughts as you felt your hand taken and shaken, Alastor leaning down to get a closer look at you with an elated grin.

- "And you must be (name)! Brilliant to meet you darling, Rose has told me so much about you, it really is a pleasure!" He exclaimed, shaking your hand so enthusiastically you thought you might fall over if he kept it up.

- "Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you Al-" you startled, before correcting yourself. "Alastor! I mean. Sorry!" You apologised profusely for addressing him so informally.

- The man shook his head with a staticky bark of laughter. "Nonsense! Anyone who's this close to Rosie I see as a friend! Do feel free to call me Al, darling." He let go of your hand, finally ceasing the relentless handshake to go and take a seat at the table, musing to himself the whole way about how fun this was going to be.

- Rosie laughed softly at the surprise on your face, wrapping an arm around your lower back and guiding you toward the loveseat across from your grinning guest.

- Afternoon tea with Alastor went along swimmingly despite your prior stress about it.

- The whole time, your fingers were laced together with Rosie's as the three of you laughed and conversed cordially.

- "So, do tell me, how did you ladies meet one another?" Alastor asked, taking a sip of his tea with his red eyes flicking between the two of you.

- You laughed awkwardly, looking to Rosie with a slightly hesitant expression as to whether you should tell the truth exactly or not.

- Rosie shrugged, somewhat hesitant about it as well.

- You gulped, recollecting it all. "Well, my Rose and I met under.. inopportune circumstances." You said slowly, voice raising an octave at the end.

- Alastor put down his cup of tea with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "Oh~?" He looked all the more curious now.

- You took a deep breath, and Rosie chuckled next to you. "Well," Rosie picked up where you left off. "It's kind of funny now, but wasn't at the time that's for sure. She stumbled into the town's walls with a bleeding knee and the cannibals converged on her, trying to take her as a gift for me. It was my birthday the day afterwards, you see." The cannibal explained, talking with her hands as she told the story.

- Alastor looked at you in surprise. "My, that would have been quite a strange situation for you (name)."

- "it... sure was, yes. They brought me to her gagged and wrapped up in a big pink ribbon." You thought back in some unsureness. "They wanted to cook my heart particularly for her birthday meal, but wanted her to actually approve of me before serving me."

- Alastor laughed loudly at your words, shaking his head as he fought to compose yourself. "And what, she decided you looked like you tasted bad?" He looked at Rosie for more context, to find her shaking her head with a somewhat irritated look on her face.

- "Not at all, she looked far too good to eat. People like my husband belong on a platter, not those like my heart," Rosie looked to the side down at you with a fond smile. "I knew that even before we spoke."

- You blushed and smiled warmly at her, squeezing her hand as you looked lovingly up at her.

- "The second I looked into those big beautiful black eyes of her's, I knew I wanted to be with her. Weird I know to be on someone's literal chopping block and thinking that way." You chuckled, looking back at Alastor with a grin.

- Alastor grinned right back at you, expression softening slightly as he leaned his cheek on his palm. "Yes, however I'm glad to see that Rosie seems to be so happy with you. You two make an excellent pair from what I've seen."

- You and Rosie chuckled, agreeing with him. Definitely.

Helpppp now I kinda wanna write a prequel part 2 for their meeting aaa. I could call it 'Eat Your Heart Out or Give You Mine.'✨️😭

Or sumn like that.

[chaifootsteps]

I'm honestly so curious about who made the call to rewrite ghostfuckers

given how long animation takes and that they were already at the board stage and how similar the antagonist and setting is to the episode proper, I'm not entirely sure I believe Viv's 'it was a different episode that we shelved' thing.

they can barely seem to do second drafts given all the continuity errors but for this one episode they basically started over??

It feels like it can only be in response to the leaks - or rather the backlash to the leaks

and that's curious to me because whenever there's been backlash before Viv's response is usually to double down and just start liking tweets of people defending her writing, regardless of how bad their points or or how unprofessional it makes her look

she must have seen all the convos around Stol1tz in the lead up to full moon dropping but that didn't get a rewrite. it got delayed to basically the last second but I still don't know why - there's nothing noticeably higher quality about that ep and they didn't do the bare minimum of rewriting or recording that sad little 'I didn't know you think so low of me' to be nails on a chalkboard awful

she's basically committed the entire back half of the season to blaming Blitzo for daring to stand up for himself and not immediately be at Stolas' beck and call and large chunks of the fandom - even those who still believe Stolas will realize that he's in the wrong (or equally in the wrong, I guess is what some are going with). if the audience isn't into that the show is dead in the water

and yet backlash over driving Millie to suicide was enough to make her trash a whole episode? given Brandon eventually rewrote by himself the real version it makes me wonder if other people in the studio pressured her into redoing it and she made Brandon do it solo as a 'fine if we have to do a rewrite you do it' sort of attitude. even then she has script supervising credits, probably because she didn't trust him not to have someone point out the Stolas thing is completely wild

it's kinda sad because it felt like Brandon was trying to right the ship by giving Millie a backstory and something resembling a character dynamic with Blitzo. it's not a great episode but it's leagues better than the unpleasant shitshow of the last two Viv written outings with Stolas in them and the group is once again in the forefront (funny how that happens whenever Viv isn't the one writing the script)

bu even that wasn't enough, because the views are showing HB is increasingly dead in the water. if they even make it to s4 we might be looking at something totally outsourced getting only 5M views tops, if not lower

"I'm not entirely sure I believe Viv's 'it was a different episode that we shelved' thing."

Nor should you. Viv's a notorious liar, and not a particularly good one, and I'd be willing to stake real money on the episode being rewritten solely because of the leaks. It couldn't have been easy on the animators, going back to the drawing board, but when has Viv ever cared about her animators before?

[bobbydagen24]

Ngl I felt robbed by that ending tbh 😓😓

I fucking loath the time jump leaving aside that I feel ending stories on a time jump is just way too overused a trope

It just felt like it robbed me of a proper ending tbh like thanks to them was such a loved episode because after so much serous stuff we finally got to see the gang just being kids again

And it ended on a pretty serous downer note which makes sense since it was trying to set the stakes for the next two episodes

But then after all that downer stuff when we do finally get our "" happy ending "" the show just jumps to a random point a few years down the line

where our characters are basically different people having undergone a ton of off screen development

and it just sucks imo shows do not always need to jump ahead there's nothing wrong with just ending in the present or at least the near future like idk a few months or something

but years? for 1. all it does is tease us with off screen development that we won't get to see because the show is over

and 2. it just isn't the natural end point the main characters were fighting to get their lives back so they could be kids again

wtf would it be satisfying to jump over that? especially for characters like Hunter his main goal wasn't to become a carver that was just something he mentioned once

his goal was to go to Hexside and hang with his friends and just be a normal kid why would jumping ahead to him being a gruff working adult

be a satisfying ending for him? this was really a case where Disney needed to smack the owl teams hands away from the keyboard because they sacrificed

logical story simply for the sake of getting to create new character designs and that's just bad writing tbh.

I kinda almost wish we didn't have a third season at all if this is what people consider a good ending its just lazy and unoriginal.

In short Thanks to them left us in a downer patch and well the show didn't actually let us recover from that patch because once the danger was over they just skipped ahead

Rather than letting the characters be and just having an actual happy that was set up in the show and instead ending with a random montage at the end showing us completely different characters.

[louanesays]

ALL OF THESE NIGHTS

you have me, but just for the night..

☆ sum: Satoru is the one night stand that you want more of, given this is the 5th night you guys spend together, you got yourselfes hooked on eachother like addicts. Will this night be the one you break the habit?

☆ cw: Drūg usage, alcōhol, angst, fingering, unprotected, overstim

☆ wc: 1.5k

a/n kinda rushed this, my current infatuation is sex money feelings die by Lykke Li and this is what my brain worked out about the lyrics enjoy💘

also will i rewrite this? absolutely, will i write a 2nd part in Gojo's pov of the 2nd part of the song damn right

A whole week has went on, working overtime, reading, doing everything you can just to forget the man who isn't able to leave your mind.

Sitting on your couch, drinking some red wine in the late afternoon hours. The setting sun coloring your whole apartment red. After a whole bottle of wine, and overthinking every possible moment of the week, escaping from yourself sounds like a dream.

Then Club night it is.

Your friends are always there; from bar opening hours till it closes. You got ready in thirty minutes, considering you added some glitter to your work makeup and put on a short cocktail dress, not hesitating once, and ready for the getaway from your thoughts.

Arriving and searching for your friends, the same scheme as every other weekend. Random kisses shared with strangers after a few minutes of getting to know them.

A pill to make the night better didn't seem like a bad idea until the endless partying made it two. Blurring every single tought you had before.

Feeling free, free from thoughts of your recent lover—whom you couldn't even consider a lover—thinking about the fact there are words that neither of you dare to say.

But his white hair is always a reoccuring thought you have, his veiny hands, the way they wrap around your throat, the way he makes you feel. all of him.

The coping mechanism you have is hooking up with people mindlessly while the drugs and drinks make their work in your body. All the man you tried to replace Him with probably have cloudy memories of you too, just like you do of them.

Suddenly the sweaty bodies, the loud music and everything a club is famous for makes you naseous, but the party shouldn't end this early.

You craved for something. Maybe a little afterparty at his house? Would he be awake? would he answer? how would you form proper sentences?

and you find yourself calling the same number you call when you're intoxicated. that's the only time you are brave enough, mind you, brainless enough to make the call.

Satoru replies instanly "What's up babe?" his deep voice rings through your ears again making the ringing sound from the club dissappear, brain hyperfocused on his, but dull club music sounded from the phone other than his voice.

Little did you know he was about to make the phone call for you too, but only thinking about your pretty body, and how you moaned when you had him inside of you, not like you thinking about the love you have for him.

A relationship with a man that hasn't lived his dreams as an addict and a man-whore, wasn't any girl's dream but here you are making the call again.

"can you pick me up?" that's the same phrase you always say then expect him to say no, or just turn you down but he never does, never ending the lingering feelings you have for him, his touch.

In the earlier stages you felt the love in his touch even though he never said it. You could feel it, it flowed through your bones emptying your head better than any drug did in your whole life.

He knew you felt it, and it scared him that you out of all people turned him soft, but he would never tell you that. Instead he did the thing both of you were great at, escaped to parties and other women.

But lately the love wasn't there anymore. maybe it was only you who was infatuated he felt it like what it was, what life was.

Sex, money, feelings, then dying. that's all life was wasn't it? but only if you could do it with him you would enjoy it. even the worst sides of it.

He reached almost all of the above, the exception being death. but his biggest fear wasn't death, Love. Admitting to himself or anyone for that matter that he loves someone. He had feelings for you, but if he tought about it he tought about the cruel things he does to you to prove that he doesn't.

"On my way" he said then hung up. He didn't need to question where you were. You weren't the one about breaking a habit, and he knew that.

20 minutes later there he was pulling up in his Black Porsche like he ownes the town. catching all the people's eyes in front of the club.

No greeting, No kisses, No Hi-s Hello-s there you sat in his car a bit ashamed now of your actions but too intoxicated still to stop him.

His hand traced shapes on you thighs, then the hem of the skirt itching closer every minute, but never quite reaching the parts you wanted him most.

The quiet was frightening. but never in all of those weeks did either of you talk on the ride to his house. It was always silence, because bith of you feared the words that might come out on your mouths if you startes talking.

Arriving to his home, his hand on your lower back he assisted you to the bedroom not like you didn't know the way.

Just stepping in the door and his hand reached for your ass grabbing it wasting no time and wrapping the other around your throat, catching your lips in a hasted kiss.

The kiss is what it is always, hungry, all teeth and a form of you saying I missed you to him. As if both of you had a script of what to do next. An act neither of you wanted to fuck up, but did then happily reapeted over and over again until the director was happy.

Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, his hands hurriedly removing your clothes his already on the floor, as your back hits the bed, him on you, but lips never leaving the other's.

He was the one to break it, biting your lover lip leaning your foreheads against eachother's, his white hair glued to his face from the sweat that's torturing him from the bomer you give hime everytime he lays his eyes on you, without exceptions.

His hand pushing your panties to the side teasing your already wet folds, looking deep into eachother eyes, and swearing to both of yourselfes that this won't happen again, but the collective unconsciousness knowing that it will.

His fingers start pumping into you rythmically, moans forming in the back of your throat, head rolling back onto the soft duvet. His thumb joining on your clit rubbing it in circular motions, sending lightnings throught your whole body.

from then it's all a blur, makeup running down on your cheeks head in the pillows and he is rutting his hips into you from behind, his hands on your hips holding himself steady.

He looked like a pornstar, a daydream. head rolled back adam's apple bobbing as he gulping his hair glued to his forehead abs glistening from sweat in the low lights of the moon.

His cock reaching reaching places no one other could ever, molding your pussy to make it it's own. sound of wet skin slapping eachother filling the room other then your moans.

He loved the way you pornograpically moaned, that's the second best thing about you. The first one being the dumb you became after a little bit of fucking.

Uncoherent words, babbles coming out ot your mouth you didn't even remember next time, not like he ever told you that he loved those.

"Such a slut f' me" he rasped through ragged breaths, he wasn't the one for dirty talking knowing you wouldn't remember anyways.

After hitting your spot repeatedly and moans getting louder, he knew you were close, hell you even became tigther milking his cock the best anyone ever did.

Both of you came at the same time, he colored your walls white, but pumping himself after, overstimulating both of you, making you whiny, and him whimpering lowly.

Sex was just about getting your part done, never about making love.

Afterwards you showered together, no feelings, no touching just showering next to eachother, then collapsing on the bed naked, and falling asleep.

When you wake up Satoru's house is empty. Trading love for one night, that's all it was right? Nothing more but never less. You felt like his house was just as empty as he was inside nobody nowhere, but left you feel like you are nobody nowhere.

The front door left open for you you leave with your stuff hoping to never make this mistake again, and finally fall iut of love with the man you want him to be but isn't.

You smoke a cigarette in you way home, 25 minutes walk, but it makes your head clear, and make the hangover better. Smoking the cig in then out calms you before telling your friends you called him again.

Your phone has one notification, but not the one you were hoping for. No calling the next day was the rule, the part of the script you hoped he would forget.

He didn't, it's a rule he had for himself. Leave before you wake up so he could live his life like he wanted. Even though he wanted you so bad but knew he could never have you.

The Fall cold is hard to hit you in your face making you realize that, the kinda man you paint him to be is the exact opposite of what he is. Never calls, only answers on weekends at late night.

He doesn't take you on dates, makes you dress up pretty, doesn't scold you when you're wearing short dresses in the club after promising not to go, and promising you'll forget him.

Hell he doesn't even talk to you when you are with him, a few little sweet nothings leave his mouth but only in the heat of making love.

Tears start falling on your reddened cheeks, which quickly turn to a breakdown, in the middle of your street, atleast you reached the street this time.

You dial you best friend, who stopped scolding you and telling you how he is the worst man you could ever get with after the third time this happened and only says the one thing she is saying now "Baby please don't cry" she mumbles.

She is quick to get dressed and crash at your place with you, making food and nursing your soul the whole day.

But Satoru in your point of view is totally different then he is in his own.

You never got to know the real one only the heartless one, shielding you from himself because he knows he would only hurt you. Hurt the only person he ever loved, but never really got to show it.

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The thing about Evo Jimmy that makes me happy is that he’s so much more of a menace and messes around with people!! Sure everytime he does it he loses or something goes wrong but he’s not afraid to do it and doesn’t even think of the consequences!! He only acts civil is when Martyn’s there and if he’s not, no one is safe.

Netty and Jimmy’s friendship is also really sweet because she likes to join in on his mischief and follows him without hesitation,same goes with Jimmy. They both share half a brain cell and they couldn’t care less!! I also love the fact that they both had the most episodes on Evo, they quite literally ran Evo together. Even if they weren’t that lore based or whatever,it was still there and Jimmy’s listener lore needs to more appreciated!!! I wish Evo went on longer so I could’ve seen what would’ve happened. Jimmy also out right hated the watchers and didn’t care at all what they said. After the Listeners gave him his little mission he realised it immediately that the watchers weren’t good people. I also love how Jimmy makes small hints of the watchers but never outright says it,or he mentions them and just brushes past it.

To sum it up: I want Jimmy’s mischievous ways back. I miss him being a little asshole and messing with people

I wholeheartedly agree that I wish Jimmy was mischievous more often like he used to be even if he would often get punished for it, although I do think we've been seeing a bit more of that in places, and I also very much miss Netty and her and Jimmy's banter. I don't think Jimmy was that much of a menace though, rather he just sassed people back, especially those who he felt had done wrong by him, but his entire shtick in Evo was to be a cop and he did very genuinely try to be one, setting out to prove himself to be good rather than a troublemaker when Martyn wasn't around; to prove to Martyn that he was good. Eg when he helped mine resources for Netty's library, gave every piece of it to Netty, surprising her, and then said something like "did you get a picture?". But that might be the culprit, that he was overly punished for any mishaps and quips to the point that he wanted to prove his potential and capability till the end of Evo and started feeling progressively more culpable over the course of future SMPs

This is a trend in most of Jimmy's playthroughs where he just gets caught in other people's crossfire and painted as bad rather than doing anything actually worth punishing himself. I like when he has the assertiveness to get back at people, to turn pranks back around like he did in Legacy and for some of X Life, to hold Martyn accountable in Evo rather than always taking the blame himself, to almost beat Sausage to death in SOS after everything Sausage had said and put him through, when he rejected Scott's poppy in RL and proclaimed that Scott wasn't forgiven for getting him killed. I wish he'd gotten back at people in ESMP2 calling him a toy the same way he did at the Mafia in Evo which continuously villainized him. I like when he's sassy, I like when he gets back at people, I like when he stands his ground, I like when he does pranks, I like when he doesn't let himself be shot down, especially when trying to take charge (another trend, where he keeps trying to take charge as he sees necessary in relationships and otherwise, only to be knocked down 500 pegs). I like when banter involves him rather than just being aimed at him. But I genuinely don't think he's ever been a proper asshole, he deserves to stab and kill and I wish he did but he's only done so when he believes to have been wronged, or he'd stop himself and often apologize or feel guilty etc. I wrote a long post on my thoughts on Evo awhile back where I went more in debth

Don't have much to say about the Listener stuff, the time that Jimmy spent without Martyn at the end is important to his character imo but the end of Evo just kinda lost me in general, any kind of watcher/listener lore passes me by unfortunately but if other people enjoyed that whole bit then more power to them absolutely