#edit: i got the names wrong and i’m sorry T^T

[fluffypotatey]

ok so. i already told you about the task gimmick for secret life smp, and the lives gimmick for the whole series, right. the episodes from recording session 7 came out yesterday and im so normal about it

the session starts out pretty normal, pretty casual. everything seems fine. sure, some people are acting a little off, but this is the “people being secretive and acting weird” series, so most people just brush it off.

and then people start dying. and then they start hanging out with the people who killed them, and don’t seem that upset about it. and then those victims start hunting down other players as well.

about halfway through the session, the players start figuring out what’s going on: someone got a task telling them to essentially start a zombie apocalypse. the remaining survivors (about half of the server) band together and hole up at probably the most defensible base on the server, belonging to the Roomies faction

(the Roomies being the players ZombieCleo (yeah, ironic), Etho, and Grian) (i don’t think that’s their official faction name but i also don’t think they have one) (also, all three of them are at that point uninfected)

the zombies attack, and grian attempts to trick them into looking at an enderman. this backfires, and directly leads to etho’s death and subsequent conversion to a “zombie”. (they’re actually called “Boogeymen” after a mechanic from some of the previous seasons, but i like zombie better)

during his whole time on Team Zombie (not the official name), etho did not attack grian or cleo, his factionmates, once, several times risking his own life to cover for them and sabotage the zombies’ efforts to kill them (sometimes subtly, sometimes not so much)

after you die and join the apocalypse, your task changes to become “infect all non-infected.” etho chose to actively fail his own task rather than attack his team.

about a quarter into etho’s episode, he had a chat with bdubs (the first player to be “turned,” and who was infected at that time), where they talked about the game (note: bdubs and etho have been friends for over a decade, and within the life series have a really weird gay thing going on). bdubs confidently declares that he’d choose to fail a task if it involved killing etho, and etho said he probably wouldn’t go that far for bdubs.

but he did for cleo and grian. do you understand how insane i am abt this

in the end, both cleo and grian survived the apocalypse without becoming zombies, and while im not sure how much etho’s actions specifically had to do with it (there was one point at the end of the session where he Definitely saved their lives), it’s just. he tried. he failed in his task but he succeeded in his goal.

(also, right after etho got infected, he went back to the Roomies base/survivor hq (don’t remember why), and cleo warned etho that she Would kill him too. except in their episode, she has a little subtitle that pops up on the screen when they say that, and it says “I won’t.” like even if he turns on her, she wont follow through on that threat and do the same. these block people make me go crazy)

they had a zombie au episode 🥺🥺🥺

[yourpsychosomatic]

I'm from the Stayblr community and saw the Kinktober ask game... is it on currently? If it is, can has reader giving Felix oral? Just a question... >w<

whispers. yes, yes you can. ✨

edit: I accidentally posted this instead of saving as a heckin DRAFT I am so sorry. 😭 but I’ll be writing this soon!! (and probably posting in an edit to this ask, so keep watch) ❤️

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Fixations

Kinktober Prompt #15 — oral sex Felix (receiving) x reader MDNI

Warnings: oral m!receiving, pet names, a few cuss words

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Today was lovely — the cool breeze flowing through multicolored leaves on the trees, ducks and geese alike honking as they swim around the river nearby. And it wasn’t as if today was special or drastically different than any other, just an ordinary autumn day.

Except for the fact that you and Felix were outside at a park, having an early dinner picnic and you were quite parched… but not thirsty for water.

He wasn’t entirely mindless of your fidgeting, but being that it was only about ten minutes into your day out, lounging on the soft blanket, he wasn’t so curious as to ask questions just yet.

It really wasn’t your fault….. not your fault that you kept thinking about his black skinny jeans, not your fault that the denim fabric bunched up just so around his crotch, not your fault that your eyes would dart over every time he shifted. God, it looked so smothered, like it was in the midst of asphyxiation… no, definitely not your fault.

He was simply eating the last of his sandwich when he noticed, again, your fidgeting. How you had only been taking small bites of your food and he had nearly finished before you — a feat in and of itself because he knew you loved to eat whatever he made for you. You were always the first one to finish, but not this time.

The only ‘bad’ part about it was that he caught on quickly to your moods — after all, that’s what sensitive boyfriends do, right?

“Alright, so are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or are you gonna continue nibbling on your grapes like a baby bunny? What’s wrong, love?” He was frowning, pulling your chin up — and sadly — away from sight of his bulge so he could look you in the eye.

“What’s got you wound up, precious..”

Immediately you’re blushing, pet names have always been your kryptonite, chewing on your bottom lip and attempting to avoid eye contact as best as you can, one hand fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

“It’s nothing ‘lix, I’m just a little distracted is all-“

“Aaahhhh, nah nah, I’m not buying that.”

He scoots closer and you can see his pants shift, fold, bend. His crotch is literally r i g h t t h e r e. Your mouth waters and you attempt to swallow back the excessive spit, clearing your throat as you glance back up at him.

“I- ah- I’m….. distracted by your pants.”

Felix raises a brow and nearly smiles, giggling awkwardly as he tilts his head. “My pants?? What’s wrong with my pants? Are they too skinny?”

“Or… I guess… I mean…”

You weren’t very good with your words and Felix knew that, especially when it came to things like this - sexual things - so instead of answering again, you press your lips together, reaching forward to run your hand slowly up his thigh as his reaction changes. And now he was the one clearing his throat, glancing down at your hand as it smooths over the soft tent of his skinny jeans before both of you look back up at each other.

His eyes had darkened slightly, squinting at you as a slow smirk formed over those pretty pouted lips.

“Oh?? You wanted something different for dinner? Why didn’t you say so?—“

He was now grinning stupidly wide, reveling in how your cheeks had reddened even darker as he takes your hand and pulls you both up, giggling like a school girl as he practically drags you over to the car. Both of you stumble a bit over the scattered gravel parking lot, letting out slightly breathless laughs that finally breaks the ice. You bite the corner of your lip as he presses you against the door, leaning in to give your cheek a gentle play bite as you play with his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You want my dick so bad, don’t you, precious? ‘S’at why you’ve been staring at it the whole time we’ve been here??”

His voice had gone so low that it tickled your eardrum, causing you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together as he unlocked the car.

“Yes, babe, I wanna taste it. Want it more than our dinner.”

“Then let me be your main dish~”

He’d pulled the back passenger door open as you were talking, stepping backwards into the car and scooting across the seat as he tugs you with him. You were happy to follow, pulling the door shut and pushing him down on the seat, trapping him underneath you. A chuckle escapes his lips as you lean down to kiss along his neck, pepper them lightly across his jaw and finally press your mouths flush as your hands work, fumbling quickly to open his jeans.

He already looked so sinful with his hair fanning out messily on the seat, cheeks flushed showing off his freckles even more. Felix looked like the sweetest little cherub and it made you want to defile him all the more.

He cards his fingers through your hair at the nape of your neck, kisses growing ever so slowly more sloppy as you tug his pants down, shoving your hand into his underwear. Felix gasps and immediately a heavy groan is ripped out of his chest as your fingers grip tightly with the first tug on his length, already half hard from the thought of you sucking him off alone.

“Want your tongue, wanna feel your mouth, honey..” He was mumbling against your lips, not knowing where to put his hands as they grab at your clothes, your hair, even brushing over your chest. You hadn’t even started yet and already he was close to being such a mess for you, pliant in your hold. You pull back a little from your heated make out, licking your lips as you watch his eyes glaze over, lids fluttering, chest slightly erratic as he pants. Soft, short moans fall every time he breathes out and you bite down on your bottom lip a little harder, tilting your head as you work your hand up… and down… and up… and… down… slowly, ever so slowly.

“___, baby, please.” He croons your name and you can’t help but giggle at him, leaning down again to press a chaste kiss to his raw cherry lips before getting to work.

Felix was so gorgeous, and he was all yours.

You squirm back on the seat, pulling away to peel off your sweater and shirt with a short whine from him from the loss of friction. He was already reaching for it to quell his frustration.

“Oh, quit that, I’m right here you big baby~”

You snicker and swat his anxious hand away from his dick, leaning down again and stretching your tongue out to lick a fat stripe slowly up the bottom of it. That causes him to yelp and he reaches behind his head to grip the side of the door, the other hand twining back into your hair as you fist his cock again. You squeeze the base and keep the pressure on it for a little bit, staring down at it as the tip slowly grows an angry reddish purple. God, it looked so cute… you wondered if you had the money to buy a cock ring and decided to file that away for later, you’ll probably buy one when you both get home. It surely would come in handy and be a lovely addition to fun times like this.

Humming softly, you purse your lips and blow cool air over his tip, watching his hips shudder as he whines from the neglect, pulling at your hair gently, gingerly attempting to guide your head down.

“Mouth… your mouth.. please…”

You answer with a soft ‘hmph~’ in amusement, smirking up at him one last time as he’s looking down at you, lids half hooded and heavy with lust, lush lips parted with a soft ‘o’.

So you open your mouth and close just your lips around the tip, using the tip of your tongue to lap over his head with soft kitten licks. It was maddening for Felix, a weak yelp bursting out as he tugs on your hair, squeezing his eyes shut from all the teasing and tossing his head back on the seat.

“God damn it, ___.”

But with the last of your name on his tongue you push down and swallow his dick whole, pressing your own eyes shut as it knocks the back of your throat, gently stretching it. Felix gasps and groans your name loudly in surprise, both hands now fisting your hair as he quivers under your touch. His leg falls off of the seat and you settle between them, hollowing your cheeks out as best as you can before starting to nod your head.

And lord, did he taste so good.

You were so enamored by his length, his girth, the weight of it in your hand, on your tongue. You couldnt stand to not touch it, wanting it all the time like a bitch in heat — and who was Felix to deny you such a gift.

You moan around it and in turn Felix keens softly from the vibrations, no longer trying to prevent himself from bucking up into your face. He at least was holding back from being too forceful, but your inner self just giggles at his intense responses as you use your palms to press his hips down on the back seat.

Wanting to feel a little more of his skin, you pull Felix’s pants and boxers down just a bit more, sliding your hands over his bare hips, smoothing your thumbs through the dips on either side of his cock as you continue to suck all the precum and spit down your throat. You experiment a little and dig your nails into his hips, eliciting a squeak and jerk of his hips into your face so hard you almost cough, nose wrinkling as you bear with it and force a moan to get through the awkward feeling — you do NOT want to stop sucking. But you’ll definitely keep on using your nails to give him that extra tingle.

Felix starts to pant heavier than usual, moans turning into groans into grunts and you gradually let him guide your head down, controlling the speed of his hips with your hands and in turn giving him that delicious scrape of your nails as they meander back towards his ass. Each time, his voice rises a little higher in pitch, his ruts stuttering, his dick leaking into your mouth.

His hands grip your hair tighter by the second as your tongue works around his shaft in short curves, suckling eagerly on his tip every time he pulls back just enough to catch it.

“Ah, fuck.. that’s it baby… just like that…”

Felix was nearly mumbling nonsense at this point, and sometimes his tongue would loll out of his mouth as his panting turned uneven, although you couldn’t really see it too well. Glancing up at him through your lashes wasn’t something you liked to do too often since it felt uncomfortable, so you just resigned to listening to his pretty little noises as you worked his dick with fervor.

As your jaw and lips were beginning to get sore, you opened your mouth a little bit more and let the lewder sounds spill out, slurping and humming as you used your tongue to your advantage. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth as Felix whimpered from the pulse of your tongue against the bottom of his length — he could feel his boxers getting damp against his thighs which made him even more horny, fucking up into your throat faster as soon as the heat in his stomach started to rise. His bare ass was probably scratched up like a cat’s clawing post at this point, but he was loving every second of your nails burrowing into his skin.

Although you may have been feeling some discomfort from being in that position so long and the rut of his hips was definitely making his dick rub your throat raw, you’d be damned if you didn’t see this through, would definitely hate yourself for ruining his orgasm. And in fact, you desperately wanted to taste it.

“I-I-…. fuck, I’m-…. I need t-… baby~ b-baby—”

Felix stopped gripping your hair so tightly and seemed as if he wanted you off him, but you would not let that happen — you wanted to taste his come so much that you tightened your jaw again, pressing your lips as tight as you could around his girth and kept on going at the pace his hips went before he started quaking in your hold. You dig your nails into his ass and Felix keens, arms whipping back for his hands to scramble for purchase as the first wave of his orgasm hits him.

Your boyfriend squirms in your grip as you hold him down, sucking along his length gently as his come spurts down your throat. You attempt to swallow it all every time his hips buck, wave after wave enveloping his lungs and releasing onto your tongue, and so you relax your mouth around him in exchange for lapping at the remnants dripping down his length. Slowing down with each nod of your head and gently pressing your lips against his pelvis at the base as you stop, nuzzling your nose into his pubic bone. You liked it here, loved being nestled so close to him, as his dick slowly softened. Even down here he smelled nice, all those pheromones and musky scents mingling together in the back of your sinuses. Mmmm…

You might want to pull away before you wind up giving him another blowjob. After all, you were still at the park.

He’s still panting, but a lot less harsh now, one hand coming down to card haphazardly through your hair, the sifting somehow gentle even though you could tell he was shaking.

“Fuck. ___, why’d you do that, you didn’t have to swallow, y’know..”

Finally, you gingerly pull your mouth off him, licking your lips to catch any stray and put some moisture back into them before dabbing at your face with your long-sleeve, chuckling weakly. He sits up and leans on his hands, quirking a brow in your direction.

“It’s okay to tell me, sweetheart.”

“Well, I-…. I’ve never tasted all of you before, so I just… I wanted to try it.”

Felix furrows his brow and bursts out laughing before he pulls his boxers up, tucking his dick away and reaching over to pull you against his chest. You can’t help but grin wide, giggling softly and hugging his waist as he presses soft, weak kisses over your cheeks, sighing and pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes close.

You feel so warm in his embrace, soft smile still plastered to your face as you fiddle with the neck of his shirt. You could stay like this forever and you’d be totally fine with that. …. Although, sucking him off was great, you’d miss it— on second thought—

Felix hums and pulls back to look at you, reaching up to fix your hair and tucking a few strands behind your ear, mumbling as he leans in for another kiss.

“We need to clean up the picnic…. but as soon as we get back home, it’s my turn on you, got it?”

A surprised giggle slips out and you nod eagerly, scooting away to pull your shirt back on.

“Got it. But now I’m actually hungry.”

Cue his deep cackle.

[lovessidney]

You're worth finding

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Trigger warning: Alcohol abuse.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Pronouns: none, I think (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: @xpsidedownn

Summary: You and Gerard get into a terrible fight. They’re drinking in a worrying kind of way and all you want is to help them, but it doesn’t go down the way you want it to. You spend the evening looking for them and in the end, you make up.

A/n: This request has taken me aaaaaaaaages, and I’m so so so sorry. I’ve had the worst writers block and have been working my ass off both with uni and actual work. But it’s finally done. 

Also, I'm switching up my writing. So, if you’ve read anything of mine maybe you’ve seen I’ve always written in third-person perspective. I don’t know why. However, that led to a lot of names, pronouns and (y/n)s, so I’ve decided to try first-person perspective. I hope y’all like it.

Second ”also”, I’m in no way trying to glamorise alcohol abuse, and I tried to be respectful about it. I fully understand it’s a very real disease and I’m in no way trying to portray it unfairly or disrespectfully. Still; if any of you feel like I’ve gotten something wrong or find it disrespectful, please let me know and I will do my best to alter the story or simply remove it.

Your timer beeped, letting you know it was time to start boiling pasta. The sauce to accompany it was already simmering in a pot beside the one now containing pasta. It smelled wonderful, you had to admit.

Gerard had had a very rough week, stressing a lot for tonight’s gig. In an ordinary situation, you would’ve been there to support them, as well as the rest of the band. Unfortunately, you had one hell of a cold and had spent most of the past few days in bed, accompanied by various medicines and wads of paper tissues.

Despite it all, you wanted to do something nice for Gerard. Dinner and a movie, at home edition. So you had made your way to the local supermarket, getting ingredients for their favourite pasta dish, as well as snacks and an unusually nice bottle of red wine.

When you got home, you had a shower and even dressed up just a little bit nicer than usual. And now you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up the last of the dinner preparations.

You looked toward the table. There were candles lit, a fresh bouquet of roses, and two glasses of red wine. Soft music played in the background, adding to the soft and romantic atmosphere.

You could hear a key being inserted into the lock. Or at least, it sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door. A few moments passed, and the struggle persisted. Your mind started wandering. It wasn’t the first time this happened. And as good as every time it did, Gerard was drunk beyond belief.

Your heart sank, and immediately your mood changed. You weren’t angry. Not at all. You were just worried about them. They had been drinking much more, and much more often lately. You knew something was wrong. Gerard probably knew it too, deep down somewhere. But they weren’t in a place to accept that or accept help. Not right now.

A few more moments passed by, and you decided to go let them in yourself. They almost fell inside as you opened the door. Clearly, they had been leaning against it while trying to find the right key and unlock the door.

You caught them in your arms and immediately smelled the alcohol on their breath. You wrapped your arms around them, holding them close. Even if this wasn’t what you had imagined, you were glad to have them home.

For a while, you just stood there, arms wrapped around each other. “Hi, honey,” you finally said and kissed them when you had let go of each other.

“Hi, you,” they answered, slightly swaying on the spot as you let go of them.

You tried not to let your brow furrow with concern as you looked at them. Still, they noticed. “It smells really nice. Have you been cooking?” they asked, in an attempt to cheer you up. But they were still swaying, their words were slurred, and it just broke your heart. It would’ve been one thing if they were drunk but otherwise in good spirits, but that sadness in their eyes worried you. You know that they hadn’t gotten drunk to celebrate another good gig, but rather to escape something, and it just killed you.

You smiled at them. “Thanks, Gee. Are you hungry?” you asked while lacing your fingers together. They nodded tiredly. You led them to the kitchen. It wasn’t many steps from the hallway to the kitchen, but they still almost crashed into a wall on your way there.

In the end, you decided just to sit them down on one of the chairs and serve them their food before getting your own. Before you sat down, Gerard had already emptied their glass of wine. You could feel the tears prickling behind your eyes.

“Honey, has something happened?” you asked them. Usually, they got drunk, but when they came home to you, they tried to dial it down. Not this time, though.

They looked at you with tired, empty eyes and said nothing. They just reached for the bottle and poured another glass. It was more than what you would usually pour into a glass of that kind. Especially for a somewhat romantic dinner. They lifted the glass to their lips.

“Gee, please, you have to talk to me,” you somewhat pleaded, somewhat demanded.

Gerard’s gaze flickered from the glass to you, their eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness and anger. “Talk? About what?” Their words were sharp, and their tone laced with bitterness.

“About what’s been going on, Gerard. You’ve been drinking so much lately, and I’m scared. Something’s not right, and I want to help you.”

They scoffed, their laughter tinged with bitter irony. “Oh, now you’re an expert on my life, huh? You think you know what’s best for me?”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to make them understand. “No, Gerard, I don’t think I know what’s best for you. But I can’t just stand here and watch you destroy yourself. You’re drowning in this, and I don’t know how to help you if you won’t let me in.”

Gerard pushed themselves up from the chair, their legs scraping against the floor with an awful screech. Their face contorted with frustration and they jabbed a finger in your direction. “You think I’m the problem? You think I need to be fixed, like some broken toy?”

Your voice trembled as you tried to reason with them. “No, Gerard, you’re not a problem to be fixed. You’re a person who’s hurting, and I love you. I just want you to talk to me, to let me in. Please.”

They took a step toward you, their eyes blazing with a mix of anger and despair. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t fix me! No one can. So stop trying!”

The weight of their words hung in the air, suffocating the room. You felt tears streaming down your face as you watched them walk out the door, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room, with the remnants of your romantic dinner and a heavy sense of helplessness hanging in the air.

The plates and the rest of the supposed-to-be romantic dinner sat on the table, untouched, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil that had just unfolded. You knew that you couldn’t force Gerard to talk or change their ways. They had to want to change for themselves.

With a heavy heart, you got up and began cleaning up the kitchen. The candles you had lit earlier flickered softly as you extinguished them one by one. The roses in the bouquet still looked beautiful, but their presence seemed bittersweet now.

After cleaning up the kitchen, you found yourself sitting alone in the dimly lit room. Tears had streaked your cheeks, leaving trails of sadness in their wake. The bottle of wine on the table tempted you, almost like a silent, soothing friend. But you knew that indulging in it wouldn’t be right, not after what the fight had been about. So, you chose cold water to quench both your thirst and your emotions.

Sipping the water, you gazed out of the window at the dark night sky. Memories of what romantic dinners used to be flooded your mind. The laughter, the shared dreams, the way Gerard’s eyes used to light up when you surprised them with their favourite meal. You held onto those memories like a lifeline, knowing that someday, you’d find your way back to that happiness. And with that, you also knew that you had to find Gerard, wherever they had gone off to. 

With determination in your heart and a sense of purpose, you headed out into the night, leaving your home behind. The city around you was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows on the empty streets. The echoes of your argument with Gerard still reverberated in your mind, but you refused to let despair consume you.

You got into your car and just drove, without any plan at all, as if you hoped Gerard would just turn up. You drove through the darkened streets, memories of your time together replaying in your mind. The city held so many moments – moments of joy and love. You remembered the motel where you had stayed temporarily when you last moved, a place that despite everything held many good memories and lots of hope for the future.

Though you didn’t know why, something deep inside you told you that Gerard might be there. Maybe it was a sense of nostalgia, a longing for a time when things were simpler, a time when you were each other’s everything.

As you pulled up to the motel, you felt a surge of both anxiety and anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, your hand gripping the car’s steering wheel, before finally stepping out into the night.

The motel was just as you remembered it – a nondescript building with a neon sign flickering intermittently. You parked the car and took a deep breath, unsure of what you would find inside.

Entering the dimly lit lobby, you approached the reception desk, your heart pounding with uncertainty. The tired-looking motel clerk glanced up from a magazine, offering a weary smile. “Can I help you?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. “Has someone named Gerard checked in here?”

The clerk raised an eyebrow, seeming uninterested at first. But then, after a moment of thought, he nodded slowly. “Yeah, there was a guy who checked in about an hour ago, they looked pretty out of it. Room 205.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was as if a surge of hope had washed over you. You thanked the clerk and stepped outside again, looking for room 205.

Gerard was sitting outside the door of 205, a pack of beer beside them and a cigarette to their lips. They looked absolutely miserable.

As you walked closer, Gerard looked up at you. They blinked a few times, just to make sure what they were seeing was true. They fumbled for words for a moment. “How did you find me?” they said, their words slightly slurred. “I don’t know honey. Something just told me you’d be here.”

You sat down beside Gerard and leaned your head on their shoulder. They held the cigarette out for you to take a drag, and they looked at you while you did. “You’re so pretty,” they said with sad, bloodshot eyes. 

“Gerard honey, so are you. You’re my darling.” You placed a soft kiss on their cheek. “I’m so sorry I got angry before honey. I just get worried about you.” 

Gerard looked at you with big eyes. “I’m sorry too. I know you’re just looking out for me. I know I’m hard to love sometimes.” You carefully pushed a strand of hair from Gerard’s face. “You’re not hard to love, honey, I love you the most in the entire world. I just want you to be okay.”

You just sat there together for a moment, taking turns with the cigarette. You leaned your head on Gerard’s shoulder again, just wanting to be close.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Gerard sat there, side by side, sharing the cigarette. Time seemed to slow down, the weight of the argument and the tension from earlier dissipating in the shared moment of calm.

Gerard’s fingers brushed against yours as they took another drag from the cigarette. Their gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for answers in the darkness. “I don’t want to be this way, you know,” Gerard finally confessed, their voice a mixture of vulnerability and regret.

You squeezed their hand gently, offering reassurance. “I know, Gerard. It’s not easy, but you’re not alone. We’ll face it together.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gerard’s lips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” they whispered, their words carried away by the breeze. “That’s what I’m here for,” you replied softly, leaning your head against their shoulder once more. “We’ll get through this.”

After a while, the cigarette burned down to its last embers, and Gerard extinguished it against the pavement. They turned their head to look at you, their eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. “You’re my rock, you know?” You chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. “And you’re mine. The ups and the downs, they’re all part of who you are.”

Gerard leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender affirmation of your connection. “Let’s go home,” they said softly, their hand finding yours. Together, you stood up, leaving behind the worries and strife of the evening.

Back in the car, as you drove through the quiet streets toward your apartment, a comfortable silence enveloped you. Gerard’s hand rested on your thigh, their fingers tracing absent patterns as if seeking comfort in just touching you. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a reminder that life continued beyond the challenges you faced.

When you arrived home, you led Gerard inside, the familiarity of the space providing a sense of grounding. Gerard’s band posters adorned the walls, a testament to their musical passion. You once again settled in the kitchen. Gerard looked at you with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. “Thank you for finding me,” they said softly. “You’re worth finding,” you replied, a gentle smile curving your lips.

“How about some tea?” you suggested. “And maybe some toast as well?” Gerard’s eyes lit up for a moment. “Are you sure? It’s late, and you probably want to sleep, and-” “Nonsense,” you said, retrieving the tea and a kettle. “Anything to help you feel better. And I’ve heard eating bread is good when you’ve had alcohol.”

You put a record on, and soon, the kettle whistled, and you poured the steaming water into cups, the soothing scent of chamomile enveloped the room. With a plate of warm toast in hand, you settled on the couch, passing Gerard a cup of tea and a slice of toast. They took a sip and let out a contented sigh. 

“You really know how to make everything better,” they said with a soft smile.

“It’s a talent,” you quipped, a playful grin on your face. Gerard leaned in, their lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. 

“I love you,” they murmured against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart feeling full and light.

As you both savoured the tea and sandwiches, the world outside faded into the background. At that moment, it was just you and Gerard, a testament to the strength of your bond and the willingness to weather the storms together. The scars of the evening were healing, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the knowledge that love could conquer even the darkest of moments.

You sat together, mostly in silence, listening to the soft tunes the record player emitted. An array of candles glimmered on the table in front of you. Gerard had had almost all of their tea, while yours remained mostly untouched. 

Despite having them back here with you, you still worried. You loved them so much, and all you wanted was for them to be okay. And the one thing you wanted least of all was to be angry. Sure, you knew that anger wasn’t the real emotion. The real emotion was worry, and feeling powerless, not able to protect them. And for some terrible reason that sometimes morphed into anger. The ugly, secondary emotion.

You looked over at Gerard, sitting curled up under a blanket at the opposite end of the sofa. They looked tired. Both as in that they needed to sleep, but also tired as in worn down, as in that they were having a hard time. You scooted closer and stretched your arms around them. A smile played on their lips for a moment. You allowed them to set their mug of tea down before pulling them into your arms. “Come here, honey.” They gladly fell into your arms and cuddled up there.

You sat together like that for a long time. You listened to Gerard’s breath and carefully stroked their hair. The record had come to its end, and the only sounds were now your breathing and Gerard’s yawns.

“Do you want to go to bed, darling?” you asked when you noticed the yawns becoming more frequent. They looked up at you, their eyes now tired instead of glazed over.

They nodded sleepily. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The slurring was almost entirely gone now, and when Gerard walked to the bedroom, they didn’t stumble anymore.

“Okay, I’ll be right there, honey,” you said with a smile their way before collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. After the dishes were set down, you got a glass from the cupboard and filled it almost to the brim with water before bringing it to Gerard in the bedroom.

They were already lying in bed, looking like they’d fall asleep any moment. You reached out the glass of water to Gerard. “Have some water, Gee, I think it’ll make you feel slightly better in the morning.”

They nodded and reached for the glass. A few sips later, they put the glass down on the nightstand and reached out for you. You were too tired to properly hang your clothes up and simply threw them on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. You slipped under the covers and cuddled up close to Gerard. For a moment, you just lay there, looking at each other.

You scooted closer and nuzzled your nose against Gerard’s. Carefully, Gerard reached their hand up to caress your cheek. “I love you, honey,” you whispered. A small smile played on their lips. “I love you the most in the entire world, actually. And I’ll never stop loving you. You know that, Gerard?”

Gerard nodded carefully. “I love you too. And I’m sorry about before.”

That sadness reached Gerard’s eyes again. Just as before, it shattered your heart. You didn’t even know what to say, so you just leaned in to kiss them. ”You don’t have to apologise honey. I’m just glad to have you home again.” And with that, you kissed them again.

As the weight of the evening’s events began to lift, and the warmth of reconciliation and love enveloped you both, the bedroom felt like a sanctuary. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated your faces as you continued to exchange kisses.

The kisses were soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s lips. Your fingers traced the contours of Gerard’s face, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment from them. Their hands moved slowly, too, caressing your back and shoulders as the intimacy between you deepened.

You couldn’t help but smile between kisses, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The taste of chamomile tea lingered on Gerards lips, adding a sweet and comforting layer to your kisses. In the dim light, you gazed into Gerard’s eyes, searching for any lingering traces of sadness. 

Their gaze met yours with a newfound intensity, a desire to be present in the moment, to be close, to feel cherished.

The tenderness of your kisses gradually gave way to a more passionate longing. Your breaths quickened as your mouths moved together with an urgency that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. Fingers began to trace the curves of bodies, exploring the familiar terrain of each other’s skin.

Gerard’s soft moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and affection. The layers of clothing became an obstacle, one that you both eagerly discarded, exposing the vulnerability and beauty of your bodies.

Skin against skin, your bodies entwined, the warmth of Gerard pressed against you. You savoured every sensation, every touch, every kiss. The scent of your shared perfume, the taste of Gerard on your tongue, the feeling of their soft hair under your fingertips. The slow and gentle movements, the tender caresses, the breathless sighs and soft cries of pleasure.

Gerards hands left their place on the small of your beck and found their way upwards, one cupping your breast and one around your shoulders to pull you closer. They caressed you carefully and you could feel them growing harder against you.

You ground your hips against Gerard, seeking the friction that you both craved, urging them to continue the exploration. They obliged willingly, moving downwards from your breasts to your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and licks as they went.

Their warm breath ghosted over your body, making you shudder with anticipation. Their eyes were fixed on you, observing every twitch and moan of pleasure as their tongue made contact with your inner thigh. They were teasing you, taking their time, enjoying the moment.

Your body ached for more, desperate for their touch, but instead, they continued their leisurely exploration of your skin. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they kissed you there. You could feel yourself dripping as they slipped a finger inside you.

Gerards lips closed around your clit and they sucked softly. A strangled cry escaped your lips as they slid another finger inside you, curling it to find your most sensitive spot.

It was too much and not enough at the same time, your senses were overwhelmed by Gerard. You gripped the sheets tightly, arching your back as they continued their ministrations. 

Their mouth on your clit, their fingers inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs trembled, and your whole body tensed as the pleasure built up. Gerards lips pulled back from your clit and their tongue pressed down against it.

"Oh god, Gerard...," you gasped as they worked their fingers inside you. The slow and deep movements made you dizzy with pleasure, and you couldn't help but grind against their hand. "I want you."

Your words had an instant effect on Gerard. They looked up at you, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me what you want." It was not teasing or demeaning the way they said it. You knew it just turned them on so much to hear you say it.

You could barely speak through the waves of pleasure coursing through you, but you knew exactly what you wanted. "I want you to fuck me, Gerard. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me"

They nodded, removing their hand from your body and getting onto their knees. The sight of them in this position was almost too much for you to handle. They looked down at you, gaze full of desire and affection. "I'd be happy to, darling."

Gerard positioned themselves between your legs, entering you slowly, inch by inch, filling you with pleasure. Their thrusts were deep and deliberate, making you shudder with joy every time they bottomed out inside you. You wrapped your legs around their waist, pulling them closer, urging them to continue.

You could feel the warmth of their skin against yours as they moved inside you, the sensation sending tingles down your spine. Their kisses became more urgent, their movements faster, but still maintaining their steady rhythm.

As the heat between you intensified, the sound of your moans and gasps filled the room. Gerard looked down at you, their gaze full of love and tenderness. They kissed your lips again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. "I love you, my sweet," they murmured, their voice hoarse with pleasure.

Your climax was building quickly, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights. You threw your head back and rambled their name over and over as the wave of ecstasy crashed down on you, sending shockwaves through your body. They continued to move inside you, prolonging your orgasm until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Gerard, I... oh god, I can't..." You sobbed in pleasure as your body began to tremble.

They understood your need and stopped moving, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure that still made waves in your body. Gerard stayed still until your breathing steadied and you smiled up at them. You blinked at them for a moment, just taking in their beauty.

You pulled them downwards for a soft kiss before gently rolling them onto their back. They looked up at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this development.

"My turn," you whispered, kissing them again. "I want to make love to you."

Your lips found their way down their neck and chest, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. You enjoyed the taste of their skin, savouring the salty sweetness of their sweat as you moved lower. Their breaths quickened with excitement as your mouth found their nipples. You flicked your tongue over their hardening nub and they moaned softly in pleasure.

You continued your descent, trailing kisses across their stomach until you reached their cock. You glanced up at them, smiling as you pressed your mouth against the warm skin above it. The smell of their arousal was strong, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with anticipation of another round.

Their hips rose to meet you as you kissed them there, so soft and tender. Your hands wrapped around their cock, stroking them slowly, watching them shiver under your touch. "Oh god, that feels so good." They were beautiful like this, eyes closed, back arched, body responding to your every touch. You loved seeing them in the throes of passion, unable to contain their pleasure, giving into the sensations of your touch and tongue.

Your lips continued to move lower, kissing their inner thighs and sensitive areas that made them quiver. You took your time, enjoying the moment as you licked and sucked, exploring every inch of their skin until you reached the base of their cock.

Gerard looked down at you, gasping for breath, watching with wonder as you took them into your mouth. Your tongue was quick and deliberate, licking and sucking just the right way to make them see stars. They moaned as you took them deep inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head back and forth.

Their hips rose to meet you again, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper and deeper. You were happy to oblige, taking them all inside you until they gasped for air.

"Oh my god," they murmured, shivering as you continued to suck. "That feels incredible."

You hummed in agreement, the vibrations of your voice making them twitch and groan in pleasure. The sensation was delicious, and you knew it wouldn't take long before they came undone under your tongue. You loved seeing them fall apart like this, falling into your mouth and arms as you held them close.

Gerard pulled you upwards for another kiss. You moved closer, pressing your body against theirs, kissing their neck and chest as they struggled to breathe. Their skin was warm and flushed, radiating pleasure and affection. They were gorgeous like this, so needy and desperate for more.

You felt the heat rising between you again, bodies grinding together, their cock hard and aching for more. You kissed them again, pulling them into a deep and hungry kiss that left them gasping for breath before positioning yourself over them.

"Are you ready?" You whispered, gazing down at them with a gentle expression on your face.

They nodded, wrapping their arms around your waist. "Please, my love."

Their eyes fluttered closed as you lowered yourself onto their cock. You took your time, letting the feeling of fullness take over your body.

You began to move slowly, taking long deep breaths as you rose and fell, building a rhythm that soon became urgent and frantic. Their hands roamed over your skin, caressing your breasts and back. The warmth between you intensified and you both gasped for air as you continued to move, bodies sweaty and entwined.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable again, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you came undone. You looked down at Gerard, their gaze filled with wonder and lust. Their moans were beautiful, soft and desperate, their body trembled and shuddered under your touch.

"I'm so close," they murmured, throwing their head back against the pillow and urging you to move faster, chasing the orgasm that threatened to consume them. "Honey, please... I need more.”

You quickened your movements, grinding against them, making them cry out in pleasure as their cock buried inside you. They looked up at you, their eyes pleading with you for release.

"Oh god, my love...," they whimpered, climax building rapidly. You could feel it coming closer, their body on the edge of ecstasy under you. You were so close yourself, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights, almost too much for you to take.

"I'm with you, honey," you murmured, lips moving against theirs as you spoke.

Gerard closed their eyes and moaned softly, their body shaking and trembling under yours. Their release was beautiful, making you gasp with pleasure as you joined them in their orgasm. Your bodies were still tangled together when you opened your eyes again. You couldn't help but smile, breathless and sweaty from lovemaking.

You leaned over them, planting soft kisses all over their face, cherishing the moment, taking in the beauty of them. They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close, stroking your hair and whispering sweet words into your ear.

"Oh my love," they murmured, squeezing your hand. "I’m so lucky to have you."

Your eyes began to brim with tears, happiness bubbling up inside you. "I'm just as lucky to have you," you whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss. "I love you."

Their gaze was full of affection and tenderness, their fingers intertwined with yours. "I love you too," they whispered. "You are my world."

In the soft afterglow, Gerard cuddled up in your arms and you held them close, carefully running your fingers through their hair. The room was bathed in the gentle hues of the rising sun, casting a warm, golden light upon your entwined bodies.

You both knew this wasn’t a magical solution, and that Gerard would still have their ups and downs, it was going to be an uphill battle at times. But for now, everything felt good, and it felt like it was going to be better.

You smiled down at Gerard who had almost fallen asleep on your chest. You kissed the top of their head softly and pulled them closer. The sound of their breathing made you calm, and soon the both of you had fallen asleep.

I hate to sound like a YouTuber (no offence, lol) but thank you for reading if you made it all the way here. I hope you liked it. And don’t hesitate to send me any requests you might have. I have a lot to do right now, but I still like to hear new ideas. Okay, thanks a lot!

[moonwritewastaken]

Tales of Christmas Day 16 - cc!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

Genre - strangers to lovers, Christmas, pen pals kinda

Word count - 718

We made it! It’s the last day of the 2022 edition of Tales of Christmas. I’m sorry if this one isn’t detailed enough, I kinda ran out of time 😅Thank you for coming on this journey with me and hopefully you enjoyed the festive imagines! I’ll probably take a little break over the festive period but I’ll still be working on stuff, I just probably won’t release anything for a lil bit. 

- 🌙

At the start of the year, you made a New Year’s resolution to be in a relationship for Christmas. It was mid November and you had pretty much come to terms with the fact that it most likely wasn’t going to happen if it hadn’t already. However, your best friend was ready for a last ditch effort. 

“You could always pull a Dash and Lily” you sit up from your position on the couch to make sure she knew how stupid you found that suggestion. 

“Yes, b/f/n because writing a note in a book and it coincidentally being seen by someone my age actually works in real life” she rolls her eyes at your sarcasm before replying. 

“Then why not try it and prove me wrong? You’ve got nothing to lose if you think no one will see it” you knew she was saying that to get you to do it, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be right. 

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up” her excitement makes you smile slightly. Although you knew it wouldn’t work, you still had a slither of hope. 

The two of you get to work soon after and it doesn’t actually take as long as you thought it might. She ends up suggesting you use a manga book since it was your favourite genre, and had the largest likelihood of attracting someone suitable (in her words at least). You decide to task the reader with leaving a bookmark with their favourite manga or anime written on it, to make sure they had good taste. Immediately after you’re done, she makes you drop it off at the library and inform the librarian of your plan. 

After a week of refusing to check it even though you were curious, you finally give in. Pulling out the book, you see something sticking out the top and see that someone actually responded. Not only did they give you answers to their favourite manga, they also wrote down their favourite anime as well as a task for you. You were tasked with going to your area’s MrBeast Burger and leaving what your favourite video game was, you wondered why they chose that location but you did as they asked. 

This back and forth continued for the rest of the month as well as into December and you had caught feelings, much to your chagrin and your best friend’s excitement. You knew an ‘I told you so’ was due any day now and you were not happy about it. 

Adding to your piling up emotions, Karl (as you had found out your pen pal’s name was) and you had agreed to meet at a specific café at 2pm today. Although part of you was excited to finally meet him after about a month, the majority of you was terrified. What if you didn’t like him? What if he wasn’t what you thought? Or worse, what if you did like him as much you thought?

By the time you calmed yourself down enough to prepare, you had to leave. Reaching the café at 1:52pm sharp, you walk in and survey the people sitting by themselves. As you’re doing so, you realise that you hadn’t even thought of the possibility that he mightn’t show up. What would you do then? You’re brought out of your thoughts by a guy about your age with fluffy hair coming up to you. 

“Are you y/n?” there was no way this was Karl. He was way too cute to even be near you, let alone asking to meet you. 

“I am. You Karl?” he gives you the prettiest smile you’ve ever and will ever see and leads you to a table. 

It was clear about 20 minutes into your meeting that he was exactly who you thought, but somehow better. The two of you got along great and you realised you had nothing to worry about, except the ‘I told you so’ from your best friend that you hadn’t received yet. 

“Do you want to go on an actual date nest time?” Karl asks you this as your meeting reaches it’s natural end. You quickly agree and you swap numbers so you’re able to schedule and continue talking. 

You weren’t sure how, but you actually achieved your New Year’s resolution. 

[lavender-long-stories]

What kind?

Sasuke knew Hinata said it. Why couldn’t he remember? He stared, annoyed at the stupid 4 types of cucumbers. Why was there one used for sushi and one for pickling? They had a science that could make massive watermelons in the wrong damn climate, and they couldn’t make a cucumber that could do both?

Sasuke glared at the vegetables with determination to remember which one she had said, and he knew he probably looked pissed, which he would have hoped would have made him unapproachable. Apparently not.

“You know it didn’t hurt you.” Sasuke heard from his side. He turned to pink hair and annoyance. The last person he wanted to talk to. He was already angry for dumb reasons. He didn’t need real reasons to be angry.

“Yet.” Sasuke looked at the signs, trying to pull the right name out of his head, so he could get out of there.

“Hinata came to me for treatment for heavy bruising. You want to explain that?” Sasuke didn’t know of any bruising.

“She just came home from a mission.” Hinata came home in the middle of the night and went straight to bed when she got back, so if she was hurt, he hadn’t noticed. She left in the morning to do her reports. She might have gotten treatment then.

“She came bruised hours after she reported back.” Sakura snapped.

“I wasn’t even awake when she got home. She didn’t say a word about it. If you’re accusing me of something, say it, I hate this bitchy dance of topic.” Sasuke growled back.

“If you’re hurting her, I will make sure Naruto knows.” Sakura bit out.

Since when did she give a shit? “If I were hurting her, I would tell him myself, so he can crush my face in. In fact, you know damn well she could.”

“She wouldn’t.” Sakura was right, but that wasn’t the point.

Hinata wouldn’t take it. She would paralyze him. She may not leave him, but that was a character flaw of being simply too caring to abandon his sorry ass. “I’m not hitting my wife.” 

“You’ve hit me.” Sakura glared with her lip pierced.

“No, I tried to kill you.” Sasuke made his point. “Different.” He picked one of every damn cucumber and handed it to the attendant to pay. “And if you gave a shit, you would have reported it or asked her. You wouldn’t have gone to the supposed abuser.” Sasuke grabbed his bag and headed out of the shop, trying not to break the door on his way out.

*NO ABUSE IN THIS STORY*

Lavender Memories

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: After an accident, Hinata wakes up to find herself several years older and happily married to the last person she expected. “I don't want to go. I want to know who I married.” Sasuke needs to make sure his wife knows why he loves her because she doesn't remember loving him.

Tags: Romance  |  Memory Loss  |  Falling In Love  |  Marriage  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Healthy Relationships  |  Loving Marriage  |  Respected Boundaries  |  Happy Ending   |  Light Naruto/Sakura  |  Sasuke loving Husband

Photo by Thomas Le Edits by @nikandrros

[phantomtwitch]

So You Have Wished It

I should be editing my current fic since I ended up with some time I didn’t expect to have today, but I am oh so stuck on a part of the current chapter so I wrote a thing instead. 

Fair warning, though, it’s angsty as hell. Some Danny/Sam. It’s part of a whole AU thing I’m writing that I don’t have a name for yet but I’ll figure it out eventually.

Anyway, uh, enjoy? 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44790605

CW: suicide mention

The first sign that something was wrong was so small that it was easy for Sam to dismiss it.

She kicked a rock down the street, staring at the bizarre email on her phone and barely listening as Tucker and Danny argued about one of the new levels in Doomed! The new expansion came out yesterday, but so far it looked like it hadn’t been tested enough, and there were odd little glitches that kept piling up. “At least we finally got new content,” argued Danny. “It’s been ages.”

“But it’s awful,” groaned Tucker. “I had so much more respect for the developers before they put out this garbage. I’m not going to keep playing if my character can be randomly deleted because I picked up the wrong item!”

“That’s just a rumor, Tuck, I doubt anyone actually lost their character,” said Danny. “And even if they did you know they’d fix it.”

“That’s not the point! It should’ve gone through way more beta testing and���Sam, come on, back me up here, will you?” implored Tucker, and Sam gave a half-hearted shrug, shaking her head. She saw the two of them exchange a worried look. 

“Are you feeling okay?” asked Danny.

“I’m fine. Just confused,” she said as she handed over her phone to Danny.

“‘Need to knows for your trip to Connecticut next week’?” read Danny as he stared at her. “You’re going to Connecticut? Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“Because I’m not going to Connecticut,” she insisted as she took the phone back and continued to stare at the email, feeling a weird sense of betrayal even though her phone did nothing wrong. “Why on earth would I go to Connecticut?!”

“Doesn’t your Dad work out there sometimes?” asked Tucker.

“Yeah, but that’s got nothing to do with me. I hate it there, it’s just full of a bunch of rich snobs,” she said as she finally put the phone away. “The only thing I can think of is that my Mom booked a flight for something and didn’t tell me. She’s been trying to get me to go to charity galas again for ages.”

“I’m sure you can get out of it,” said Danny reassuringly, and then his breath fogged in front of him and he groaned,  slumping over. “Ugh, come on. Does there have to be a ghost right now? The movie starts in like ten minutes.”

“It’s okay, Danny. Even if we’re late, we’ll just miss the previews,” said Sam when suddenly a massive, glowing dinosaur with a cheering, six-year-old kid riding on its back ran past them. The three of them paused, blinking at it for a minute in disbelief as it thundered down the street.

“A dinosaur ghost? Seriously?!” said Danny as he threw his arms up, and with a sigh he ducked into the nearby alley to transform into Phantom. “Thermos?”

“Got it,” said Sam, handing it over to him as he flew after the ghost, and she and Tucker followed on foot while she silently wished she had her speeder. They ran down the street quickly, not really managing to keep pace with Danny and the dinosaur ghost as it led them past a half-dozen stores, the library, and eventually past the cemetery. For a brief moment, her eyes lingered on a spot beneath an old elm tree, an odd mix of guilt and pain flitting through her, but the feeling was gone seconds later as Danny finally caught up and pulled the kid off the dinosaur despite the boy flailing wildly, kicking and screaming.

“This isn’t fair! She’s a nice Brachiosaurus! She’s my best friend!” insisted the kid as he punched Danny in the chest over and over again. “Let me go!”

“Sorry, kid, but I’ve seen too many Jurassic Park movies to think this is going to end well,” he said as he put him down and shot an ecto blast at the dinosaur. It let out a massive roar, sending a wave of power that knocked over a couple of signs and sent Danny sprawling backward, and Danny’s eyes flashed a brilliant green as he charged up another blast and sent it hurtling at the Brachiosaurus. It tumbled over with a loud crash, smashing cars and street lights as it fell. Danny winced, clearly not thrilled about the collateral damage, but he moved forward quickly to suck the dinosaur ghost up into the thermos.

“Hey, uh, where are your parents?” Tucker asked the kid as he finally caught up, holding his side and panting heavily. She listened to Tucker and the kid go back and forth for a minute as the boy continued to argue about Phantom stealing his dinosaur, but little by little she found herself unable to focus, her thoughts drifting as she stared off in the direction of the cemetery. 

“Earth to Sam? Hello?” said Danny, waving a hand in front of her face, and she blinked, having missed when he transformed back and walked over to her. 

“Sorry. I kind of spaced out for a minute,” she said.

“And you say I’m a space case,” he teased. Sam rolled her eyes, not even commenting on the awful joke as Danny tilted his head to the side, frowning at her. “Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should skip the movie.”

“No, no, I want to go,” she insisted. “I’ll be fine. I think I’m just a little tired.”

They managed to make it to the movie and get through it without interruption, sharing popcorn and drinks while Tucker made fun of the special effects, and halfway through she felt Danny’s hand surreptitiously reach over and grab hers, squeezing it gently. His touch was always so cold since his accident, but she found it strangely comforting, and he gave her a small smile, his cheeks flushing red before he looked back at the screen.

She felt her face burning as she turned away, trying to focus her attention back on the movie. She knew he had feelings for her, that she had feelings for him, but she found herself too scared to voice it, to tell him the truth even as he took this small, brave step. 

“Lovebirds,” said Tucker with an eyeroll, and she felt Danny’s hand immediately move out of hers as he objected, babbling about how he didn’t mean to grab her hand, it was an accident and he wasn’t thinking, and she smiled sadly as she listened to him rambling nervously on and on. It felt so normal, and she forgot about the weird email until the next day.

It was a Friday night and she was sitting in the stands, stuck at a football game despite promising herself she would never go within a mile of the high school on a game night. Danny had gotten roped into being the mascot for the game–Paulina offered to invite him to one of her parties if he covered for Mikey since he was out sick–and so Sam and Tucker came along to support him. They cheered him on from the stands, Sam snapping a few pictures despite knowing how horribly embarrassed the whole thing made him, and halfway through the last quarter, when the Casper High Ravens were down seven points, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a text message from her Dad.

>>I scheduled an appointment for you with Dr. Daughtery for Monday after you come back. Good luck next Sunday. I know it’s a hard day for you. I’m here if you need to talk.

She stared at the text, frowning as Tucker yelled something about a call next to her, his attention focused on the game. Who the hell was Dr. Daughtery? What was Sunday? Going back to her email, she saw that her flight was supposed to be next Sunday night, too. Maybe that’s what he meant? But that didn’t seem quite right as she read the text again. Sam shivered, beginning to type out a response when she suddenly heard the crowd break out into terrified screams, her phone getting knocked out of her hands and into the stands as someone shoved her from behind as they tried to flee.

She managed to grab her phone before it fell between the bleachers, barely avoiding getting stomped as the crowd pushed and shoved their way out. Tucker helped her back to her feet and as she looked out at the field, she saw a strange monster in what looked like a Casper High Ravens uniform charging at the football players, making them scatter. 

“What the hell is that?” she whispered.

“Dash. He was hit with some weird green light and transformed into that thing,” said Tucker as Danny hurried over in costume once the crowd had mostly cleared out. 

“Can you cover for me?” he asked, taking off the raven head and handing it over to Tucker.

“Oh, come on, I am not putting that on!”

“I’m not asking you to wear it, I’m just asking you to hold onto it for a minute. I’m pretty sure I’ll be dead if I wreck the costume. Well, deader,” he said, and Tucker sighed as he took the raven head from Danny while he pulled off the rest of the costume. Internally Sam winced. She hated it when Danny joked about his accident and becoming half-ghost even though she knew it was a coping mechanism for him. It shouldn’t bother her–she liked dark and creepy and supported and accepted Danny–but it still made her uneasy every time, as if the joke always took things a little too far to a reality that so easily could have been.

“Fine,” said Tucker as Danny took a quick look around the stands, making sure the coast was clear before transforming into Phantom.

“Thanks.” Sam handed him a thermos, his fingers lingering on hers for a minute, and she felt herself blush.

“Be careful,” she said, her voice an octave too high, and she could feel the way Tucker stared at her and smirked. 

“I’ll be okay. Promise.” She watched as he flew off and struggled with the strange, monstrous version of Dash for a minute before he finally turned his hands intangible and ripped out the ghost possessing him. Dash slumped to the ground as Danny wrestled with the massive ghost, throwing it off him as he rolled onto his back, and then he fired another ectoblast at it. The creature collapsed to the ground and he sucked it into the thermos before moving to help Dash get back on his feet. She watched as they talked for a minute, Danny putting his head in his hands in frustration before flying back over to them.

“Any idea what happened?”

“It’s Desiree,” he said. “I haven’t seen her around, but Dash said he made a wish about becoming the best player ever to win the game or something and then he ended up possessed by that thing. She’s probably behind the dinosaur from last night, too.”

“We need to find her before she does something way worse,” said Sam, something twisting uneasily in her gut. “You caught her at the fountain in the park where people make wishes and stuff last time, right? Maybe she’ll be there again.”

“It’s worth a shot,” said Danny. “You two up for a stakeout tonight?”

“Nobody’s going to be making wishes there tonight,” said Sam. “Let’s meet there tomorrow morning instead. Hopefully Desiree doesn’t cause any more problems tonight.”

They walked most of the way home together in silence, Tucker leaving them to head to his own house once they were about halfway to Danny’s. “Feeling any better?” asked Danny once they were alone, his hands tucked in his pockets as he looked up at the sky. The stars weren’t really visible from the street, the light pollution too intense, but he never stopped trying to look. 

“What do you mean?”

“You just seem a little off, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “Did you ever figure out what was up with your trip next week?”

“No, I completely forgot,” she admitted. “I got a weird text from my Dad, too.”

“Oh?”

“He scheduled an appointment for me with some doctor that I’ve never heard of,” she said as she pulled it out, and this time she took a minute to search for the name online. There were a few hits, but one in particular stuck out for a psychiatrist in Connecticut. “She’s a therapist, I guess.”

“You’re in therapy?”

“It’s news to me, too,” she said. “He said he did it because he knows next Sunday’s supposed to be a hard day for me or something. It makes no sense.” Danny froze, his face pale as he stood eerily still beneath the lights. “What?”

“That’s the anniversary,” he said softly, rubbing one of his arms, and she stared back at him, not sure what he meant. “Y’know. Of my accident.”

Sam’s eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten that it was next weekend. Danny rarely talked about it, not wanting to make them worry or feel worse about what happened. He knew Sam felt guilty about pushing him to go inside it, even if things still turned out okay. 

But why would her Dad think she needed therapy for Danny’s accident now and not a year ago? She never talked to her Dad about what happened, and Sam knew Danny forgave her for pressuring him that day. Was there something else that happened? Something she was forgetting? Or maybe her Dad was paying more attention than she thought last year, and just jumped to conclusions. Or maybe her mom went through her journals. She never specifically wrote about Danny being a half-ghost, but she had talked about his accident there, and she wouldn’t put it past her to snoop.

“What if Desiree already granted more wishes than we realize?” asked Danny softly, breaking her out of her spiraling thoughts. “Like maybe someone made a wish that messed with us somehow, and that’s why you suddenly have to go to Connecticut and that’s why you’re in therapy or something.”

“You think it’s related to your accident somehow?” she said.

“Maybe, maybe not. It might be a coincidence,” he said as he stared at his feet.

 “What would they have even wished for?” wondered Sam. It could be some weird revenge scheme by Paulina or one of the other A-listers, but therapy and a trip to Connecticut hardly seemed like the kind of punishment they would want to inflict on her. And if it wasn't one of them, then who? She and Tucker both knew better than to make a wish, or at least she hoped Tucker did after the last time. Danny’s parents might have made one, but even so, the question about what they wished for and why it was messing with her remained.

“I don’t know,” Danny admitted, but she had the nagging sense that there was something he wasn’t telling her, that he did have a guess even as she personally couldn’t think of anything that would make sense. “But I don’t like it, the thought that our lives might’ve changed somehow, that this . . . I don’t know.”

“I don’t think she’s that powerful, Danny. There’s no way she could change so much without us noticing,” said Sam as they slowly started to walk again. “And the stuff with the therapist and my Dad doesn’t have to be because of a wish. I really might’ve forgotten something. It’s not like I listen to my parents when they talk to me.”

“Maybe,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “I don’t know, Sam. I don’t feel any different, but I’m–I’m kind of scared.” He wrapped his arms around himself, digging his fingers into his arms. “But the person who made the wish would remember, right? Have you made any wishes lately?”

“Nope. You?” she asked, and he shook his head. “We can ask Tucker and Jazz, too.”

“Jazz is still living with Vlad right now. I doubt Desiree went to Wisconsin to mess with her,” said Danny, which was a fair point. Sam was still getting used to Jazz not being around anymore. She went out there for her final year of school, hoping that the ritzy private school near Vlad’s would help give her the edge she needed to get into Harvard or Yale’s psychology program. “But we can ask Tucker. Maybe my parents, too, if I can think of a way to do it that isn’t weird. But if we’re really not sure, then I could just wish for Desiree to undo whatever wishes she’s granted. That would probably fix things.”

“That’s a good idea,” said Sam. 

“Sounds like a plan,” said Danny, and then he laughed. “We actually made a plan for once. Jazz would be so proud of us.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll throw a parade when she finds out,” said Sam with a grin, and she only realized then that they were already at his house. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it a little bit, and she saw him blush as her own face burned. “I’ll, um, see you tomorrow?” 

“I–sure,” he said , holding her hands in his, and for one second she thought he might kiss her when he suddenly pulled away, clearly embarrassed as she watched him hurry into his house. He paused briefly at the top of the steps to wave goodbye before going inside, and she gave a small wave back before heading home. She pulled out her phone, trying to think of something to say to her Dad, some way to ask him without making it obvious that she hadn’t listened to him when he told her about going to Connecticut and her therapy appointment, but Danny’s words nagged at her. What if something had been changed? What if they were different and didn’t even realize it? What wish could they have possibly made? Maybe in another world she did blame herself more for Danny’s accident and regretted it so much her Dad had her flying out to some specialist in Connecticut to deal with the guilt. 

She still hadn’t figured out a way to text her father and ask, so Sam sent a text to Tucker instead, asking him if he noticed anything weird lately or if he remembered making a wish, but he confirmed he didn’t. She tried to talk to her Mom but she wasn’t home, a note on the fridge about going to some event out of state for the evening. 

Trudging upstairs to her room, she pulled out her journals, staying up late as she skimmed through them and searched for clues. She hoped that if someone did make a wish that messed with her or Danny somehow then she would find the answers there, that it would prove something to her, but nothing seemed amiss, the details on the page lining up perfectly with her memories. She tried digging through her drawers, going through her pictures, and scrolling through social media, but there was just nothing there, nothing that seemed off. She didn’t understand it. 

She finally resolved to call or text her Dad, but it was already past three a.m., and no doubt her Dad would be furious if she called him so late. “Ugh, I shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” she groaned as she went to bed, knowing she needed to get up early tomorrow. She spent most of the night tossing and turning, her sleep full of nightmares about strange wishes and altered realities. 

Her phone chimed on her night stand, and she reached over groggily, nearly knocking it onto the floor as she picked it up. There was a text from Tucker and Danny. They were already at the park doing the stakeout, waiting for her, and she realized she’d slept past noon. She quickly climbed out of bed, throwing on some clean clothes, and then she sent a text to let them know she was on her way.

She was almost at the fountain when her phone buzzed again, but it wasn’t from Tucker or Danny. Instead it was from Jazz, the words on the screen sending a chill down her spine.

>>Are we still on for next Sunday at noon?

“What the hell is Sunday?” she whispered, the whole situation spiraling too much now that Jazz was apparently involved in it, too. She needed to know. There was something she was forgetting, something all of them were forgetting, and she could feel her heart beating a little faster. Sam didn’t really like Jazz enough to make plans to hang out without a good reason. Danny’s older sister was nosy and overbearing and exhausting to deal with, too preppy and cheerful to be in a room with for more than a few minutes. Whatever they planned, whatever they intended to do, it had to be important, and Sam’s hands shook as she sent a text back.

>>What?

Her hands were shaking as she continued to slowly walk towards the fountain, waiting for Jazz to respond, and when Jazz finally did Sam almost screamed in frustration.

>>It’s okay if you don’t want to go. I know it’s hard for you. It’s hard for me, too. 

At this point she was firmly done with this nonsense. Even if Jazz thought she was crazy, even if she didn’t understand it, Sam was desperate to finally get some answers that weren’t vague acknowledgements and half-statements. The phone rang twice before Jazz picked it up.  “Sam, seriously, it’s okay if you don’t–”

“Jazz, that’s not it. I don’t remember what we’re supposed to do Sunday,” interrupted Sam, walking faster now as something uneasy clawed at her, something important and vital that she shouldn’t have forgotten, couldn’t have forgotten.

“What?” Jazz sputtered.

“We think Desiree granted a wish, it’s messed with everything. I know something’s wrong but I don’t–please, Jazz. I know it sounds crazy, but please. What were we supposed to do on Sunday?” said Sam quickly, almost running now, and she felt her phone buzz as a text came from Tucker, the confirmation that Desiree was there, their plan having worked. “Please.”

“It’s the anniversary of Danny’s death,” said Jazz quietly, her voice cracking on the words. “He died last year. You really don’t remember him?”

There was a bitter taste to the air, as if some piece of the world tipped unnaturally on its axle. She heard Jazz on the other end, talking to her still, but Sam wouldn’t answer, because deep down she could feel the inevitability of what was coming, snapping its jaws around her even as she wanted to scream and fight against it, even as she wanted to deny it, because she knew what their plan was, what Danny was going to do. Sam ran as fast as she could, her boots thumping loudly against the pavement as her heart hammered away in her chest. She had to go faster. She couldn’t let undo it, couldn’t let him die again. She could make it. She would stop him. She would–

“I wish to undo every wish you’ve granted!” shouted Danny, grinning at her triumphantly as spotted her, and Sam froze, her hands going up to her mouth in horror as tears began to pour down her cheeks.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be!” intoned Desiree, and she saw the horror on his face at her expression, his hand reaching out to her for a moment before he suddenly disappeared and the world came crashing down around her as her reality was restored, as her dreams were shattered, her wish undone. 

“I wish we never lost you, Danny.” The words from her wish a week ago echoed in her mind as her memories came rushing back, of the moment when Danny stepped into the portal and was brutally torn apart in the activation, his scream echoing until everything fell suddenly, dreadfully silent. Of the year that followed, of the moment she almost killed herself in her grief and her guilt, of Jazz moving away not because of school but because she could not bear to look at her parents who built the portal that killed her brother.

And she fell to her knees sobbing, hugging herself as she lost her friend yet again because of her mistakes.

[may-nr1rooftoptriodefender]

Since the The Last of Us HBO show is over for some time now,

I wanted to give a quick rundown of things I liked and didn’t liked. As well, talking about references to the games (so spoiler for tlou 1 & 2) and also what I’d like to see in the next seasons…

first the things I enjoyed:

First Episode

The first episode was a masterpiece. I watched it three times, I cried three times and it set my hopes for the show really high. I think it’s my favorite episode of the series.

it was a lot more personal because you spend the whole day with Sarah, when everything was normal just to watch it burn

Broke me all over again

The original dialogues from the game and the scenery made it so perfect

Special mentions for the car ride since it was shot to shot the exact same

Sooo many little details (Sarah’s Band T-Shirt, Joel’s guitar in the background,..)

The beginning was a bit boring I must admit, but overall it was perfect

The explaining about the real life fungi in the very beginning was also important and very good made

Bella and Pedro matched the first of cold impression towards each other perfect

Joel & Ellie

They had everything. The most important scenes for character building, the dialogue. I really liked how they acted that out.

The Car scene, the first meeting, the talk about Sarah, the scene at David’s, the giraffe scene and the end sequence- everything was included. and even more

It was so important for me to see how these two will interact with each other and it was just like I wanted it

Their relationship makes TLoU so special

Henry & Sam

I really enjoyed Henry & Sam in the game so I also had high hopes for them. The serie didn’t do it as I expected but it was still good.

Henry cares so much for Sam and HBO showed that even more

They made huge changes for Sam like his age and the fact that he’s deaf -> yes, it makes the show more dramatic and their trust with each other is even more important so that was a good thing

But, I wanted to see two teenagers that have an understanding and are trying to survive together. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the relationship between Ellie and Sam in the show and it made it even more emotional for me it was just very unexpected and a bit more complicated because of the age difference

I cried when they died because,

The fact that he told Ellie because he’s just a little child (here the age difference again makes it more emotional since he’s just 8 :( ) and she even tried to help him and

Because it made Henry even more helpless because a teenager kind of knows what he’s doing but a deaf little child can only rely on him and he failed

It was also bad because Ellie wrote ‘Im sorry’ on his board cause she knew and also failed to protect him

speaking of, even though it was dumb to not tell Joel and Henry, it was such an Ellie like thing to do. She saw how Riley died because of the infection, and Tess… She wants to be the cure and she hoped so desperately that she could help Sam with her blood because she doesn’t want another one to die

really shattered my heart but they did a good job on that

Jackson

Jackson was truly something. So much foreshadowing for TLoU part II… I’m a big jackson fan anyway and to see the town like this really brought me joy.

not only the reunion with Tommy that was so beautiful, but also to see how the residents could live peacefully

THE EASTER EGGS BABYYY

-> I think everyone saw atleast one “I’ve got my eye on you” edit about Ellie and this girl watching her, right? So it isn’t really confirmed but everyone assumes it’s Dina! Ellie’s girlfriend in Part II.

-> Shimmer. You know, the horse. It was only a baby there, but we know that in the second part, Ellie and Dina have a horse named Shimmer on their way to Seattle

-> The tipsy bison. Joel and Tommy were talking in there. It’s a bar in part II and I think Sev (yk, the dude who makes ‘bigot sandwiches’) owns it

I really love all those little details

David & his people

We all know David, yk the pedo? Even though I don’t like him, I really like his part of the game. HBO made his character even more disgusting and better.

Even though the chase wasn’t as frequent as in the game, and I really missed the teamwork with David where Ellie has no idea what’s coming… It was still one of the best episodes

Idk if it sounds weird, but I like how they made David even more evil and all. It shows what a true monster he is and all

What really freaks me out though, is that he used to be a teacher to students in Ellies age. And also, STOP WITH THE IM YOUR DADDY SHIT

But one thing about his people, yeah? This woman with short hair which name wasn’t revealed? Don’t tell me that isn’t Mel form TLoU part II <- Owens pregnant girlfriend. She looked so much like her. It doesn’t even make that much sense considering she was a firefly in the original but HBO did already a few changes so why not more?

Ashley & Troy

I’m so happy that the original Ellie and Joel could make an appearance in the show. It’s just the right way to honor them.

Ashley Johnson (Ellie in the games) was featured as Ellie’s mother, which is honestly just fitting, because she likes gives the role away to her child yk?

Troy Baker (Joel in the games) as James from David’s people. He looked very fitting for it and also did a good job

It’s nice to have the original featured, even if they can’t play their actual roles

I think it’s a nice way to honor them

Now to things I didn’t like:

Tess’ Death

I just think it’s not the right way for her to go. Even though the fungus made a connection throughout the kiss, it’s not really respectful for her character I think.

Tess was a really strong character who never showed fear and would do a lot of things for her survival. I loved her until the very end. I had the feeling we didn’t see that much of it in the show

Even though the understanding between Tess and Joel was more clearly

How they portrayed Tess in her last minutes was very weak and painful to watch. In the game, she stood until the very end while in the show, she’s shaking and not functioning properly and overall a lot weaker than the original.

I think it was disrespectful to let her go like this, I mean especially the kiss. She’s fighting against the virus all the time only to give up?

Idk if I’m the only one who thinks it should’ve been like the show but let me know what you think of this. I can’t really explain why I don’t like this…

Bill

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not mad because they gave Bill a happy ending with Frank but because I wanted to see more action from Bill.

Bills Town was one of my favorite parts of the game. Not only the location, also Bill himself and the shotgun he gave us. I was really excited for this in the show and was really disappointed when I didn’t get to see that. I also missed the bickering between Ellie and Bill and I missed how Bill was killing infected with his machete

We already kind of knew about Bill and Frank because of the ‘nice’ letter Frank left Bill but it was really something to see their story. Although, I would’ve liked if it was like in the game. Yes, Bill does deserves a happy ending but it triggered me that he died before Ellie could meet him.

The world of TLoU is a cruel one and such things like love aren’t very common for it. So I actually would’ve preferred if Frank really would’ve died because it just sets a better example for the setting. It also just fits better for Bills character. It’s not very like him to just be all lovely with another person because we all know he’s an asshole. (we still love him)

Episode 3 was just an filler and it really disappointed me because if you wanna add backstory to it, do it. But I also wanna see some action and especially Bill action.

Sadly, it was really disappointing to see

(and with this, I’m not saying I want certain characters to kill themselves or that they don’t deserve an happy ending with each other, I just preferred the original < and that’s not because of Bill and Franks relationship… Frank could’ve tagged along but the death triggered me)

Catherine (was this her name?)

I hate this woman. I hate her so much she didn’t deserve to be there. She was so unnecessary and did also foreshadowing for a certain character in part II. Why would you make her the leader??

First thing, it’s just a little game reference so it isn’t that bad but still a :| moment. Pittsburgh was a men only town. And then she gets to be leader. If you want a female leader, choose anyone BUT her. Worst leader fr

Her backstory. They tried that we sympathize with her because her brother died. Yes, a lost family member is really serious. But, they tried to explain her actions with it so we understand why she wants Henry and Sam. Does this remind you of something? Exactly, Abby.

If you like her, that’s to you I can understand. But the exact same reasoning why she killed Joel? They tried to say with Abby and Catherine that: “Oh, I lost someone very important to me and I’m gonna get revenge on the one who killed my important person. And oh, I’m crying so please try to reason with me why I’m doing horrible things that could harm others. “

(I’m honest, I don’t like Abby but this is more towards Catherine because even though it’s pretty much the same, Abby wasn’t as annoying as Catherine)

They have to learn that we won’t start liking a character just because you put them in the good light. Catherine was harming her and as well others just because of revenge. And even though it’s double moral because Abby and Ellie did this, they still trying to make it seem okay 😐

And when the infected came, she still tried to kill them instead of working together. Woman’s trying to win our hearts by showing her childhood room

She was just annoying >:(

So that’s all I have to say. Do you agree or disagree? Very hopeful for the next season 🤞

[awesomefringey]

https://twitter.com/jennobviously/status/1613307781930680321?s=46&t=B_1hniNw5e-lnpdHrkEJKg

Agree with this, in my case I never got the merch 🫠😭

Ugh first of all, I’m so sorry your merch never arrived. I also saw a few people who waited months for their Harry’s House sea glass vinyl edition and when it was suddenly cancelled without reason. So I feel you there. I’d have trust issues too. (Look at me, I ignored multiple Pleasing drops because my very first pre-order of the very first round never left the warehouse. Twice! So I get it. 🥴)

Yet I find this person’s take very cynical. If you consider Harry’s merch ugly, think it’s too low quality and their distribution sucks, that’s valid. Don’t get me wrong.

But for Harry’s team to enforce existing laws to chase e-shops who steal Harry’s trademark (Harry’s name, face, designs) and trick people to think it’s official merch is totally legitimate. 🤷‍♀️

[flashwingfox-blog]

Obey me- Unknow place

Unknown Place

Genre: Angst to fluff

Parrings: Taiga x Lucifer(first meet no romance yet) 

Word count: 4070

Characters: Lucifer, Taiga, Mention of Diavolo and the brothers.

Summery: Lucifer teleports into a new place and wants to leave after finding out a god is there. But once he able to leave he wants to stay?

Authors Note: This is the first time I have done this full version of a fic. please tell me if I need to add a warning. took me 4-6 days (I think) to write this. Edit: added masterlists

Warning: n/a atm(At the moment)

Masterlist, Obey me masterlist

Lucifer looks around this unfamiliar place analyzing the room. Something about the atmosphere feels different then devildom, that was clear to him. Then spotted something in the corner of his right eye. The door swung open and a taller entity walked into the room. “How did you get here?” The figure asked. He looked up, making eye contact with them. “I don't know.” He spoke. The figure moved over to a sofa and sat down. Lucifer watched them.

He knew this entity was a god. They could feel it in their energy. Knowing God's can determine that this entity knows he is a Demon. He didn't move a muscle. “No need to be so afraid.” They assured him. He didn't budge or calm down. “Did you send me here somehow?” He inquired. The god only laughed. “No, No I didn't. I didn't even know there was even another devildom.” They smiled, still laughing. “Another Devildom?” Lucifer asked

“Indeed.” They nodded. “There's another one and another Celestial Realm” Lucifer nodded and asked “What is the other Devildom like” he questioned the god. The god shrugged “I don't go to that one so I wouldn't know” they explained. The god got up and walked in front of lucifer. Out of fear he bowed to them. “You're silly.” they laughed “I was just going to shake your hand” He quickly stood up, then reached out his hand. “Names Lucifer” he uttered quickly. “Names Taiga” The god said. They shook hands “What's your pronouns?” They asked. “He/Them” they said. The god nodded in response “My pronouns are They/Zir/His” Taiga mentioned.

Taiga proceeds to show Lucifer around. Explaining that he ended up in zirs office in Balance, a multiverse organization that they created. “So-” Taiga paused. “You're able to get back to your home right?” they inquired. Lucifer stared at them for a minute “Yeah” he says, focusing his magic but no matter how hard he tries it fails. Then he tries again, and again. All of a sudden he blacked out. Then he woke up in a new room again.

Taiga is standing by his bedside. “You passed out from it” He explained “So you have to stay here for a bit, sorry about that.” ze apologies. Lucifer sighs Of course he gets stuck. This was probably his brothers doing. He’ll ask when he gets back. “It's fine Taiga” they say. He looks around the room. They spotted other beds, he was probably in the hospital . Then spotted Taiga talking to the nurse. Honestly I'm quite surprised a human doctor would even know how to deal with my type of magic. He thinks.

He decides to lay down and stare at the ceiling for a bit. What was he going to do now? He Had a meeting in  20 minutes and he wasn’t going to be there for it because of some stupid prank his brotheres decided to pull. He tilted his head to the right and saw Taiga talking to a different doctor. That doctor came over to his bedside and examined him. “Everything is fine other than his magic stamina.” the doctor explained.

The doctor continued talking about what was wrong and how to fix it. All Lucifer heard was he was going to be here for Lord Diavolo knows how long and he wont like it one bit. “Demon magic regenerates slower than human’s magic, it seems” Taiga said. Making Lucifer even more annoyed. He somehow did this to himself. Now that he thinks about it, he is trying to use his magic a lot more now.  

This was perfect, he thought. The Avatar of Pride being stuck in a world he didn't recognize with a god. Just his luck. He finally got up and walked out of the door. Then he saw a bridge to a hole in a tree. “What” he gasped and looked down. Seeing how high he was he took a step back. “Welcome to balance Lucifer.” Taiga laughed. He looked back to the god and saw that zir was 2 feet from him. All the god did was smile.

“I'm sorry, how tall is this place?” He asked. The god thought for a moment. “I dont know.” zir told “It's big and reaches the clouds” they continued. Lucifer blinked at him for a moment. “What?!” they blurted. Taiga nods. The both of them walk onto the bridge and into a new room. “Are we in a-” he gets cut off “Yep, we're in a tree” they assure.

He stares at them for a minute, deadpan. Thinking they were joking. “I'm not joking.” ze signs. Then he looks away and sees a big hourglass on the wall. “Why is there an Hourglass?” he asks. “It's because of Balance” They answer back. Wait he thought to himself he could just ask Taiga to make a portal to Devildom for him.

Once that thought popped into his head the god was explaining about the hourglass on the wall and the one in the middle of the octogonal table. Now that he thinks about it why isn't it oval or a round table considering how round the room is. Damn it he was getting lost in his thoughts. He listened to ze ramble about the history of Balance and forgot the question entirely.

After Taiga explained the history they looked down at Lucifer, noticing he was looking around the room. Zir thought maybe a tour would help him be at ease for a bit. “Would you like a tour?” they inquired. Lucifer stopped looking around the room. “Uh sure.” he agreed. What else was he supposed to do? He thought about asking the god again. But would they even help him? Yeah zir was being nice.

 They probably are doing it to make him fall into a false sense of security. Taiga turned back to Lucifer “You coming?” they ask, He realizes he was in deep thought again. Then catches up with the god. Hoping just hoping that his suspicions are wrong about them. He decides to shake off the thought and take in the place for a bit. It's amazing. It's a tree but also a castle as well. This was a different take on architecture he has seen from both Celestial realm and Devildom.

Walking behind the god down the stairs past a window. He stops for a moment. The outside of this place. Had that similar creepy factor. Staring at it for a moment. Then he heard a voice calling to him. “Are we continuing this tour or what?” he questioned. “right  ahem” He muttered. They continue the tour. He hated this feeling of being scared. But, why has he been spacing out more often? Why in a new place? Ugh, why can't he just get a grip on his thoughts for once.

He shook his head and continued following the god. When they got to the entrance of this place both stopped for a moment. Not saying anything, just pure silence. Lucifer glanced at zir once and a while but nothing was said. Looking around he saw portraits of the Slender brothers? How in Devildom is that even possible. They spend time here. It was interesting to lucifer. Than again he hasn't met with them in ages  

Lucifer almost got lost in his thoughts again but caught it. Shaking his head. Looks over to Taiga who glances over to him and they make eye contact. “Yes?” they ask. He looks away quickly. Coughing, he tries and musters something to say but can't really think of anything. Then just stare at the ground. Cursing himself out for not answering quickly.

Then he mustered up something but he mumbled it the whole thing. Realizing that he did that he says it again but louder. Still barely audible to hear. He tries again. “It's fine, take your time.” zir assured. Lucifer signed. “ It wasn't important anyway.”  he sighed. Of course he is failing at talking to a god, but he speaks to authority all the time. Why is it acting up now?  

No matter, he needs to focus on getting back to devildom. Even if his magic wasn't able to make a portal at the moment. He didn't want to be stuck with a god. Not even if he had to go back to father. He hated him, making him do all the work for just a minute of his time and praise. He wouldn't dare go back to even confront him.

“Well I guess that's it for the tour of the inside.” Taiga spoke up, breaking the silence. “Unless you want a tour of the outside.” ze asked. Looking over to the demon. The demon thought for a moment. I mean why not, the outside looked nice. He nodded, deciding words were hard to say again and followed them. Once outside they crossed a bridge over a lake. Looking around he saw buildings of all types of architecture, but all had one thing in common. They all looked rather creepy and had a steampunk vibe.

It was an interesting combination of styles. He thought to himself. Looking around, then he looked up. He saw how tall the tree was. Its leaves and branches seemed to cover the sky of this place. But it still was bright. They walked past a bar, a theater that had both movies and plays. A market was happening. It was interesting to see all these different humans, and not attacking them, or making them fear him.

These humans seemed different, some seemed to have animal ears and a tail. He spotted an angel. He was shocked, maybe that angle was from the other Celestial realm. He then focused back on Taiga who stopped. They were talking with the people here. Waiting for them to stop talking he decided to look around, not moving from where the god was. Sometimes glancing at them to see if they were done.

He sighed they were not done talking. He decided to move closer to Taiga. Trying to listen in to their conversation, maybe he would be able to tell if they are done. After a while it got boring listening to the conversation. “Can we continue the tour please” he finally spoke. Taiga his head around. “Sure, well see you Stella.”  They waved goodbye. “See ya too.” Stella responded back.

Continuing the tour Taiga talked about the history of the place. “So what is this place called?” they inquired. Taiga laughed. “Oh I forgot, huh” they continued “This place is called The Kingdom of Freaks.” they explained. Huh Kingdom of Freaks. An interesting name Lucifer thought to himself.

The day turned to night. The two headed into Balance for the night. Going to a new floor with a bunch of doors. “Well this is where you’ll be staying for tonight” the god told the demon. “The ones that are empty don't have names on them.” they pointed to an unnamed dorm room and then to one with a name on it. “ Alright, thank you for your hospitality.” Lucifer bowed. Trying to be as formal as possible.

Taiga reassured the demon that he didn't need to bow. Then they both said good night and Lucifer walked into the room. Taiga, using magic, put a sign on the door that said guest on it. Then went up the elevator. Lucifer entered the room. Looking around the room.

In front of him was a double bed. On the right of him there was a door he assumes is to the bathroom. He turns to his left and sees windows on a curved wall. A desk and a chair. Then in the corner of his left eye he sees the kitchen. He looks back to the bed, and spots something. On the table next to the bed it has something piled on it.

Going over there, they realize that it's a pile of clothes for him. It's even the right size that would fit him. Well he guesses he can wear those clothes to bed. He openes the curtain. Looking out the window he sees the lake and then sees the buildings. Then spotted in the distance walls. He closed the blinds.

His belly rumbled. Damit he was hungry. Walked over to the fridge to see if there was something. But of course nothing. He looked around the room. Then sighed. He was going to have to find food. Outside somewhere. He walked over to the door and opened it.

Leaving the room. Closing the door, releasing his room now says, guest on it. Looked around for a minute. He heard the elevator ding and out came Taiga again. “Hi again, I forgot to tell you where you can get food.” Taiga huffed. They showed Lucifer down to the dining room floor of Balance.

“So, do I need, pay for food?” He questioned the god. Said god shakes zirs head and assures him about him not needing to pay. Walking over to a table he sits down and looks at the menu on the table's screen. Surprisingly there are some devildom cuisine on the menu. He decides to go with what humans usually eat, interested to try some of their dishes.

He orders and waits for the food to arrive. He takes out his DDD and sees that there are a lot of messages from his brothers. He answers them, assuring them that he will be back. He went to do some research in another realm. Which was a lie, he wasn't doing that. He hoped no one would contact Lord Diavolo about what he said. But he was wrong. Once his food arrived his DDD notified him he had a text from the Prince himself. Great, just great he thought to himself.

He read the text. Ah you decided to go to a realm without telling me? Diavolo texted. Lucifer texted back explaining the situation. You can't really lie to the demon prince. Diavolo assures him that it's fine to take his time there and treat it like a break. Putting his DDD down he thought to themself. How was he going to have a break? He was stuck in a whole new world. Wanting to get back to Devildom. After finishing the food and throwing it away he goes back to his room and continues texting his brothers.

Getting annoyed that it was Mammon who told the Prince about it. Mammon didn't need to ask the Prince but he did now Lucifer is stuck having this so-called vacation. He finally decides to change into the clothes on the table and go to bed. When they woke up, they took a shower and put on his normal clothes. He leaves the room and goes to the dining room. Orders breakfast to go and goes back to his room.

He opens the curtains. Sitting down at the desk he starts eating. It was weird to not have his brothers, but it was also weird that being here wasn't a dream. He looked outside. He saw birds flying past. Later he tried again, nothing. He couldn't get this damn portal to open. The only other one who would be able to get the portal open would be Lord Diavolo.

Oh that would not be happening. The avatar of Pride asking the Prince to open a portal is not going to happen. Never will he do that. He doesn't ask for help. He sighs. Going out the door and into the elevator he presses a random floor number and ends up at the library. Walking out of it he takes a couple of books that seem to be magic related and sit down and read them.

Hours go by and he can't seem to find anything on his type of magic. Of course it's not common. He sighed putting the books back. He looks at the time on his DDD and then to the clock. It was late, like after dinner late. Did they really just try and figure this out? They spent hours here forgetting to eat the other two meals. He sighed again, now annoyed he did that. At least Demons can go longer without eating but that is a new low for him.

He goes up to his room, changes and goes to bed. But he didn't fall asleep. He just stared at the wall. He forgot to eat and now he probably won't sleep. He knows he shouldn't be doing this. He really does. But they aren't going to give up on finding a way home out without help. This cycle continued for two more days, Lucifer not realizing. That his magic is still draining because he is using it. He eventually realizes this and gets annoyed at himself.

He sighed and went back to his room and sat on the bed. Cupped his hands and plumped his face in his hands. Then finally he just cries. Annoyed that he did this, he caused all of his own problems. Magic is weak because of using it too much. Now it's going to take even longer to get to devildom. Flopping on the bed looking up at the ceiling cursing at himself. Of course some how he fucks himself over.

He really didn't want to ask the god. No way are they going to ask a god for help. Nope never, right? Then he notices something about himself. He feels weaker. Maybe he should have just asked for help when he had the chance. But all he wanted to do now was lay in bed and rest. Then he heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” he hissed. The door opened and the god walked in. Came over to the bed.

Oh no he thought this was his end. Turning his head to the wall, he closed his eyes shut. Waiting for them to kill him or do something. But nothing happens. All he hears the god say is “You need help Lucifer” they sigh. “I understand you're scared but can I please help?” zir asks lucifer. Taking a deep breath, Lucifer loosens up a bit and nods.

Turning to face the god, seeing magic flow from out of their hands. He tenses up, maybe this was it. Well he was wrong he was feeling calmer. All his thoughts were saying, don't trust them, why did you trust them. You should of never trusted them.

The more magic was flowing around him, his thoughts kept racing. But soon he fell asleep. “He worries too much.” Taiga sighs. Deciding that they would make the bed cozy enough for Lucifer to rest and get better. Put pillows around him and also put many blankets on the bed. Sighing they were about to leave when Lucifer woke up.

“Mhm” They said waking up. The god decided to walk back over to his bed side and answer any questions he had. Which was a lot. They spent hours in that room answering all of his questions. “Is that all you wanted to ask about?” Taiga questioned the demon. “One more thing.” He exclaimed. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

The god was taken aback. They understand why he is asking this, zir knows the other version of him had issues with his version of his father. But this one was afraid of the god. Surprisingly he didn't try to hurt them but it was weird to the god. Seeing a version of Lucifer scared of a god was weird.

“Well you can go back now” The god said. Lucifer sat up quickly. He could finally go back home. Where no god was going to hurt him. All though it seems like this god was nice. Plus the Lord Diavolo did say to have a vacation. Maybe he would take it just this once.

“Actually I am willing to stay for a bit more” He smiled. This was a first for the god. To see this lucifer smile and him being fine with staying? That was weird, but Taiga was fine with it. “Alright” ze nodded. They sat in silence for a minute or two. Sometimes just glancing at each other. Lucifer coughed, breaking the silence. “So are you implying you want to hang with me or?” he asked, looking at Taiga.

“Only if you want to” they answer, looking away quickly. Forgetting they were staring at him. Why did he have to look like a piece of art? They thought to themselves while Lucifer got up from the bed. Shaking off the thought, Taiga's eyes followed lucifer. “You ok?” Lucifer asks. Taiga laughs and says they're fine.

They both sit in silence again. Both staring at each other. They are curious about one another. Longing to know more. Both of them ask each other to hang out. Both got awkward and a bit tense. “Yeah lets” taiga spoke up, breaking the silence. They go down to the castle floor and leave through the door. Lucifer hasn't been outside since his first two tours of the place. Getting distracted every now and again.

It was unlikely for Lucifer to have a break. But taking the break to actually enjoy the place he has been staying at was surprisingly peaceful. Taiga took him to some shops showing him more of the kingdom. He spotted a sign that said what currency can be used here. He was surprised to spot Grimm, Devildom’s currency here. He didn't have any Grimm anyway but he spotted things his brothers would love.

Walking around the shops he spotted a crow figurine, a stack of Levi’s favorite manga. Some makeup and clothes he knows Asmo would adore if he saw them, some books about cats Satan would want. Then spotted a figure of twins immediately thinking of Beel and Belphi.

He would have loved to get things for his brothers. But he didn't have enough Grimm. When leaving that store he saw that Taiga was already outside. He made a god wait, oh he hopes he doesn’t get scolded. But surprised when he doesn't and they are happy with him enjoying himself. A sigh of relief comes from Lucifer.

They continue going to stores and looking at stuff. Taiga usually gets stopped to talk with someone but that's alright Lucifer is staring at something he knows one of his brothers would like. Being out of Devildom and free from work was rare for him. What's worse about that is he never catches a break anyway. Always dealing with his brothers.

But now Lucifer doesn't have those stressing him on his shoulder. He does actually want to know more about this place. After a while walking around got tiring so they went to a restaurant. Sitting down he looked around. Taiga was watching his eyes move around from corner to corner. Taiga understands that feeling of a new place and looking around it to take enough information in as possible.

They order food and talk for a bit. Talking about what happens in both realms. Lucifer rants about his brother's antics and Taiga laughs. “They seem like a handful huh.” They continue laughing. Lucifer sighs, stares at Taiga, annoyed that they would laugh about that. “Yeah but they do it everyday. It gets annoying when I want to work and get papers done” Lucifer rants.

 Taiga nods, listening to his ranting. They have seen other Devildoms. Knowing almost all the time Lucifer is always dealing with his brothers. They chime in here and there to give some advice on how to deal with the paperwork. Something in Lucifer tells him to agree with Taiga and apply it when he gets back.

A week has finally passed and Lucifer decides it's time to go back to devildom. He goes to Taiga's office and explains that he has to leave but he will try and come back if he can figure out what he did. Taiga hands him a watch, explaining that it will take you to the tree if he needs a break. Lucifer makes a portal and says goodbye to Taiga.

The portal was in his living room where his brothers were arguing. Lucifer sighed and told them off. All six of them were surprised that he was back. After the shock they ran away and when lucifer caught them he told them off. Deciding to spare them from tying them to the ceiling upside down.

[oneweirdbookaddict]

FINE i will indulge in this AU for a little bit

@siletrea (So sorry for the tag if you don't want it! you expressed interest so i figured I'd tag you.)

4616 words, general warnings for war, injuries, brainwashing, kidnapping, implied torture

I had a lot of fun with this, so i hope others enjoy reading!

~~~~

“You won’t let me go because I’m a kid!” Mask shouts, and he snaps. 

“You know what? Yes, that is why you aren’t going! Because you’re a child! This is war, Mask, this isn’t your dungeons with a boss fight and you win and the danger is done! This is a war! We’re taking a base filled with explosives, one rigged with traps! One wrong move blows us all to kingdom come, I’m not risking you! I can’t- I can’t- I can’t risk you any more than I already am. You have a home to go back to when this is over. This is a suicide mission, Mask.” He says quietly. 

Mask shuts up real fast. 

“I know we’re not all coming back from this one. I’m not risking it being you. Your ass is staying here- if I get word that you’ve snuck along I’ll have Lana send your ass straight back to your world, you hear me?” 

And just like that, the spark is back in the kid’s eyes. 

“You’re a coward.” The kid spits, and he forces himself not to take the words personally. “I know this is war. I know the risks. I have every right to say I want to do this-”

“You don’t.” He snaps, eyes narrowing. “You’re a kid! You have no right to demand anything! Call me a coward all you want, but your need to prove yourself is not going to get you killed on my watch. If you can’t accept that, then you can go home. I’ve got stuff to do, Mask, if you're done.” 

And he does- he’s got a stack of condolence letters he needs to sign, reports he needs to write, plans to approve and adjust and edit. 

Maps to correct, soldiers to train, battalions to send out to fight, Zelda’s been requesting a meeting with him for a week now- 

“I hate you.” Mask spits, turning and storming out of the tent. The kid’s footsteps fade, quickly in the rain. 

He sighs slowly, putting his face in his hands for a moment. He’ll apologize in the morning before he leaves, sitting at his desk and starting at the huge stack of papers calling his name. 

~~~~

Mask refuses to see him in the morning, obviously avoiding him as rations are being passed out. 

So he leaves the kid be, leaving a letter to be left for Mask, Tune, his sister, and his mother in case things… go badly. 

Takes a deep breath, meeting up with the team that’s been put together. 

Him, Lana, Zelda, Impa, Captain Vernhame, and Captain Haywarde. 

“Captain Link.” He’s greeted, the princess offering a small smile. 

He offers a nod to each of the people around him, and they waste no time setting off. 

The journey is remarkably uneventful, taking three days by carriage to the mountain. 

“This is their main base, where Cia is storing weapons and other necessary supplies,” Impa tells them on their last night. 

They’re all huddled around a fire, covered in layers. The temperature had dropped drastically as they traveled north.

“Without this base, we may be able to starve her out and force her into a lack of soldiers, weapons, and magical replenishment that she needs. Assuming this goes well, we could win the war from here. So make sure it goes right.” 

“No pressure, though,” Haywarde mutters. 

He finds himself smiling. 

Impa fixes her cool stare on the other man. “Yes. None at all.” 

Then continues. 

“The Sheika have developed a technology that has never been seen before. These are the explosive devices the five of you will be hiding around the base.” 

The general holds up a metallic device about as long as his quill, and as thick as an average book. 

“That’s… explosive?” Vernhame voices all their… surprise. Doubtfulness, maybe. 

“I thought the Sheika declared neutrality,” Haywarde says with a frown. 

“Do we need to activate it in any way?” Lana asks. 

Impa answers Lana’s question. “No- that’s where I come in. I have the device to detonate the devices, causing them to explode with the force of over a hundred of your average bombs.” 

There’s a heavy silence as they realize the force- the meaning- of what they’re going to do. 

“We’re blowing the base off the face of the earth,” Zelda states softly, nearly in a horrified whisper. 

“Don’t think for one minute that Cia or Ganon wouldn’t do it to us,” Impa says, ever unwavering. 

“What are we expecting the casualties to be?” He speaks for the first time since the night before he left. 

Hayward and Vernhame both jolt and look at him. 

“From the base alone? Give or take anywhere between five hundred to eight hundred.” 

“Weapons like this should not exist,” Zelda whispers, shaking her head. 

“They’re not people. They’re monsters. They cannot think for themselves, nor have a consciousness.” Impa says, in that steady voice. 

“Imagine how many Ganon would kill with that in his hands,” Vernhame says, and they’re all silent again. 

“He could end all of Castle Town.” Impa agrees unhelpfully. “But so could not doing this. I need all of you to do this- we’re here for a reason.” 

She meets their eyes one by one, and one by one, they each give a nod of confirmation. 

“Good. We arrive tomorrow morning. Get some rest.” 

And on that happy note, the general wraps her cloak tighter around herself and stands, leaving for the tent she’d set up for the night.

~~~~

“Ok. Plan is to sneak in, set the explosives, get the hell out, and Impa will detonate,” Zelda tells them as they all stare up the mountain. 

“Is now a bad time to mention I’m afraid of heights?” Haywarde asks, making them all give a nervous laugh. 

Even Impa. 

“Alright.” The general says grimly, and the laughter stops abruptly. 

“Good luck, soldiers. Meet back here at nine chimes or be blown to kingdom come.” 

There’s an awkward moment where they all glance at each other, then they all split up. 

Five people, five bombs, one goal. 

The climb isn’t bad- honestly, relatively easy. 

Getting in is the hard part. They can’t exactly stroll through the front doors- but they also can’t exactly break windows and fight. 

This is a stealth mission. 

He ends up scaling the walls of the base and sneaking down through a large hole in the ceiling that could be something to let smoke out or just a leak. He’s not sure, but he uses it to his advantage. 

Drops from the ceiling to the floor, pain shooting up his entire legs right up to his back, letting himself hiss in pain before staggering back up to his feet. 

He fell into a small room, maybe a large closet, holding cans of food, bottles of wine and water, salted meat, and more things he doesn’t bother to look at. 

He… could not have found a better spot. 

Empty, and a supply room? Perfect. 

He slips the device towards the back of a shelf in case someone- a monster- happens to walk in or something before it detonates, then starts working on his way out. 

There’s a door, but obviously, he’s not sure where it leads. He could probably climb up the shelves back up to the roof… 

That’s likely his best bet. 

So he climbs up the wooden shelves back to the ceiling, balancing carefully, jumping from the top of the shelf to scramble to grab onto something. Nearly slips right back down until a hand grabs him- 

“Lana.” He breathes as she pulls him back up. 

“Gotcha.” She pants, flopping back on the roof once he’s secure. 

“Thank you.” He sighs, offering a hand to help her up. 

She accepts, letting him pull her back up. 

“You’re a lot heavier than you should be, for a skinny guy who eats one meal a day.” 

He laughs at that, shaking his head. 

‘Do you know where the others are?’ He signs now that his hands are free. ‘Did you get your device… hidden?’

“No, and yes.” She answers, following him up to the northern part of the base. 

He’d taken the south, Zelda the east, Haywarde the west, and Vernhame the north. 

Lana had been tasked to set one right in the center if she could. 

“It was easy,” Lana says with a frown. “Almost… too easy.” 

He pauses, glancing at her. 

“I met almost no resistance. I got in, found a large room, only had to kill two bokoblins, got it planted, and got out. Guess I just got lucky with my portals.” 

“Once is a happenstance, twice is a coincidence.” He replies grimly, finding the chimney he’d been looking for. 

“Can you portal me in?” 

“I can’t bring you exactly to where they are.” She warns, and he nods. 

She uses quick magic to sense anyone inside, opens a portal, and follows him through, sneaking through rooms and halls until they stumble into Haywarde. 

Slumped against the wall, sitting, blood trickling out of his mouth. 

“Hayward?” Lana whispers, rushing towards him. 

The back of his neck pricks, Fi chiming loudly in his head. “Lana, no!” He yells right before the first arrow comes flying down. 

~~~~

They run through the hall, Lana casting a magical shield that flickers unsteadily with each step. 

She’s overdoing it on the magic, having already made at least three portals. He knows portals drain her, they should’ve just found a way in-

“They knew he wasn’t alone!” She shouts, stumbling. 

He grabs her hand and pulls, likely doing more harm than help, but she stumbles along with him. 

“Window!” He grunts, gesturing down the hall. 

“We’re two stories up!” She yells back. 

He curses under his breath. 

Turns the hall and sprints faster, hand still in hers. 

“Stairs!” She yells and tugs harshly to the right. He lets her lead him now, turning through a hall and darting down a flight of stairs. 

Down another hall, into a big room- “Zelda!” Lana yells, and the princess runs after them immediately. 

“Haywarde?” She yells, glancing at him, expression sinking when he shakes his head. 

“Dead.”

“Vernhame, too.” 

“Run!” Lana warns them, skidding as a group of monsters glance up at them. 

“Oh, hell,” Zelda mutters. 

“Rupee.” He reminds her before they all take off running again. 

“Lana, can you portal us out of here!” 

They turn a corner, taking a moment to wheeze and try to catch their breaths. 

“I’m worn out, I can’t-”

“I’ll help.” He gasps, grabbing her hand. “Three. Two.” 

“One.” They say together, and he pushes his magic through her, watching the gate slowly open, ushering Zelda through as sweat trickles down his face, his back, he hears the monsters finding them- 

“Lana!” He shouts, and she nods. 

They jump through, a monster fires an arrow, the portal closes but not in time. 

The arrow explodes- it had been an explosive one, because of course it was, sending Lana and him in opposite directions. 

She tumbles on the cliff, and he’s blown right off of it, popping his shoulder out of place in an attempt to catch himself, scrambling when all he catches is snow, slipping over the edge, breath catching in his throat- 

He grabs a small ledge a couple of feet down from the cliff’s edge, just a rock jutting out. 

“Link!” Zelda screams, and he gasps frantically. 

“Zelda! Lana!” 

“Oh thank- here, he’s here!” 

A small cracking sound. 

The cliff- or maybe just his little ledge- trembles. 

His hand slips off the rock, fumbling to grab it again. 

“Link!” Zelda cries out, reaching down to him. 

His hand, scraped raw from grabbing the sharp rocks- grasps her hand, slips out of her grip, fumbles- the rock he’s hanging onto cracks further. 

He gulps, meeting her eyes. 

“Grab my hand!” She pleads, and he tries one more time. 

Fails again- the blood makes his hand too slippery. 

“No- Link-”

The ledge breaks away from the cliff, and he’s tumbling down, down, down, hearing Zelda’s screams the entire way down. 

~~~~

“They’re back.” A soldier says softly, watching the carriage pull up. 

“At least what’s left of them.” One of the people playing cards mutters. “Heard it…” 

He tunes the men out, scrambling to his feet and following Tune away from the fire. 

Tune runs up to the carriage, bouncing on his feet nervously as Impa steps out, helping a bloody Lana out, followed by the princess… 

No one else follows. 

His breaths quicken, his heart sinking. 

“No, no, no no no- Zelda!” He yells, running to the carriage, shoving people out of his way. “Zelda! Where is he?” 

Then he sees the tears on her face. 

“No- no no no no please, no, Hylia no, please-”

The princess wraps him in a tight hug as he begs anyone he can think of for this to be wrong, a terrible nightmare, for his brother to come back- 

“I’m so sorry, Mask,” Zelda whispers, Tune sobbing next to him, also wrapped in her hug. 

“No.” He sobs, sinking to the ground. 

“I’m sorry,” Zelda repeats, crying too. 

“What happened?” Tune manages, face buried in his hands. 

“There was an explosion on the cliff during a fight. He got blown back and fell.” Zelda manages to explain before breaking down into tears again. 

Medics come and whisk her away, forcing her gently to the medical tent, leaving him and Tune alone. 

“We don’t even have a body to bury.” He chokes out, breath catching in his throat. 

Tune sobs again at that, and he shuts up. 

Scrubs at his eyes uselessly- the tears are still falling steadily, wrapping an arm around his brother. 

The only family he’s got left. 

~~~~

The first snowfall of the year is when the soldier shows up. 

Masked, head to toe, face covered entirely. 

And he- it- decimates the battlefield. 

It hadn’t been in her fight, she’d been up near Death Mountain while the soldier had been in Castle Town. 

She’d received the soft news of the first snowfall in the morning, making her smile. 

She liked the snow. Had since she was a child, reminded of happy memories such as building a snowman with her mother. 

Her day was ruined by the afternoon, receiving reports of a mysterious masked soldier who ranked up their casualties by fifty percent. 

The winter soldier, are the whispers going around. 

Ganon- or maybe Cia’s newest project. 

She returns to Castle Town as fast as she can, visiting the battlefield, the wounded, strategizing with Impa. 

“It’s strong. Fast. Not quite Hylian, Your Highness.” Impa reports as they walk through the castle hall. “It is unnatural. I find myself unnerved.” 

Anything that unnerves her unshakable general… she’s afraid. For her army, for Hyrule, for her parents, for… everyone. 

She slams the door to the library, sinking to the floor against the wall. 

“I can’t do this, Impa.” She whispers, tears burning in her eyes humiliatingly. “I don’t know what to do. We’re losing. We’re going to lose. I can’t save anyone, we’re losing so many more than we’re saving, we can't possibly come back from this, our casualty list grows higher by the minute, everyone I love is dead or dying-”

“Breathe, my lady,” Impa says softly, sitting next to her and taking her hand. 

Then- “Someone get to the princess, the king has been assassinated!” 

She jolts to her feet, sprinting out the door. “Father?!” 

“Zelda!” Impa tears after her, grabbing her arm. She tears away, sprinting down the hall and up a flight of steps to her father’s quarters, a parade of soldiers following her and yet another gathered in the king’s chambers. 

“Your Highness, get out of here! It's not safe-”

“He’s my father!” She screams, fighting past soldiers until she reaches the bed. 

Her father- Hyrule’s king for twenty-three years- is dead, a jagged wound in his chest. 

Blood everywhere. 

“Papa.” She whispers, soldiers no longer fighting as she nears her father. Brushes his hair back, hating how his body already feels unnaturally cool, too stiff. 

“Papa.” 

Impa’s at her side, holding her hand tightly. 

“Your majesty, what can I do for you?” Impa asks softly. 

Your majesty. 

She’s the queen now. 

The last living monarch of Hyrule. 

“I want a report. What happened?” She hears herself saying, voice trembling. 

“I heard glass breaking.” One guard speaks up, helmet removed. Dark curls are messy, dark eyes anguished. Sir William. “I rushed inside immediately, a masked soldier in full black attacked me immediately.” 

The soldier lists to the side, and she notices blood leaking through his uniform. 

“I was wounded.” He wheezes, hands grasping his abdomen. 

“Ammon, get a medic up here now.” She orders quickly, helping him to the ground. 

Impa grabs a cloth from somewhere as she yanks his armor off. 

“The winter soldier was here.” William gasps as Impa puts pressure on the wound. “He moves like the shadows- silently, unable to be seen. He will kill us all!” 

“Sir William, hush, now, you must not panic.” Impa is saying, but she can only see how young this kid is. The same age as her. 

The same age as Link. 

And there’s nothing but terror in his dark eyes. 

Soldiers around them murmur restlessly, looking scared. 

“Tell me about your sister, William.” She says instead, taking his hand. 

Link loved talking about his sisters, it was how she got him to calm down when he was all worked up. 

“Alice, right? How old is she?” 

“Thir- -thirteen, Your Highness. She… takes after our mother. Loves baking. She bakes cookies and sends them to me.” 

She makes herself smile. “That’s lovely. After you recover, I’d love to meet her.” 

“She’d- like that, your majesty. She admires you.” He breathes, eyes locked on her. 

The medics arrive, getting the boy on a stretcher and taking the towel from Impa, but she keeps next to him, getting him to tell her about Alice until she’s politely shooed away from the medic’s office. 

~~~~

It’s months until she actually meets the soldier on the battlefield. 

He- it- seems to purposely avoid her, or possibly Lana or Impa. 

Mask and Tune, in a situation where they were briefly separated, saw the soldier on the battlefield. Tune had looked… shell shocked and didn’t talk about it much. 

Mask’s grief turned into a mask of anger, becoming explosive and refusing to talk much to her. 

They get little information from the boys. 

So they start falsifying letters of where they’re stationed, and eventually, they get to fight the super soldier of nightmares and shadows. 

It’s a hard fight. 

Impa’s down, having taken a sword through the shoulder. 

The winter soldier- goddess, what a ridiculous name- is unrelenting, never tiring, always attacking. 

No matter what she does she can’t seem to get the upper hand. 

Dodge, dodge, block, parry, block, dodge. 

She grabs his arm, grunting in the effort of staying in place when he immediately yanks his arm back, nearly throwing her over his shoulder. 

The hood falls, revealing blond hair that falls to his chin. 

She tosses her sword, grabs his arm with both hands, using all of her strength to pull him in and kick him back. He flies, hitting the ground roughly, tumbling. 

Shoots to his feet, mask gone- 

The world freezes. 

That’s- that’s- Link- 

“Link?” She breathes, and before she knows what she’s doing she’s stepping towards him. 

He frowns, almost seeming… confused. “Who the hell is Link?” He asks, eyes flicking to the right. 

Then grabs his sword again, stepping towards her- 

Impa rushes and tackles him from behind, sending the winter- Link- to the ground again. 

And she’s stuck standing there, staring, until Impa’s in front of her, shaking her, asking urgently if she’s alright. 

She blinks, shaking her head. “I- yes, yes, I’m fine. I- he- just… surprised me.” 

“You froze.” The general accuses her, and she has no defense. 

“Impa-” she breathes, realizing she’ll have to tell everyone or someone may kill him. “Impa, the soldier-”

Her general sways, clenching her jaw as sweat trickles down her pale face. “Can it wait, Your Highness?” 

“I- yes, yes, you need a medic. Let’s… let’s go.” She manages, shaking her head again. 

Lana joins up with her quickly, casting a quick healing spell on Impa despite the general’s protests. 

“It didn’t fix you, General Impa, merely stopped the bleeding so you can find a medic before you bleed out,” Lana says uncharacteristically shortly, seeming generally beat up but having no major injuries. 

They continue their way, Impa slowly wrapping an arm around her as she staggers again. 

“Medic Argas!” She calls, practically holding Impa up by the time they reach the medical tent. 

“Your Highness! General Impa!” 

“Large impalement on the right shoulder, lost at least a pint of blood, likely closer to a pint and a half, Lana- Sorceress Lana stopped the bleeding with magical means, those effects will wear off temporarily-”

She stumbles, several hands immediately reaching to steady her. “Your Highness?” 

“I’m alright. I’m alright.” She repeats uselessly, sinking into a chair. She’s never felt less fine in her life. 

Her General is bleeding out on the cot next to her. Her friend and most brilliant Captain has turned traitor at best, is… being controlled at worst. Mask and Tune are both unaccounted for at the moment, Lana looks seconds away from dropping herself, she needs a casualty report- 

“Rest, Zelda,” Lana says softly, sitting next to her and taking her hand. “Things are going to be ok.” 

She laughs at that, fresh tears burning in her eyes. “Nothing is ok, Lana!” She cries, making medics stare at her. “The world is falling to pieces and-”

“Shh. Shh, breathe, your highness.” Lana says, ever so gently. Placing a gentle hand on her forehead, getting her to sit back again. “With me, now. In… out… in… out… perfect. Let’s go for a walk. Find the boys, yes?” 

She’s gently tugged to her feet, Lana keeping hold of her hand, squeezing it gently when she tightens her grasp. 

And they walk out of the tent together, hand in hand, her head slowly falling to Lana’s shoulder. 

~~~~

Falling. 

The soldier is sitting in a chair, guards all around him. Handlers. 

“Link!” The girl from earlier screams, hand reaching out. He’s falling. 

People in white, walking around. 

Tumbling into the dark. Laying in the snow for hours. Being found later, his half-dead body losing consciousness as he’s dragged somewhere. 

The soldier’s shirt is stripped, someone inspecting the bruises on his aching chest. 

Surrounded by people in white, pain, pain pain PAIN everywhere, needles pricking all over his body, every single part-

A needle is poked into his arm. 

The soldier lashes out and grabs the man by the neck, throwing him into the wall several feet away. 

In a blink, every weapon in the room is pointed at him. 

“Stand down.” A voice commands, and he falls still. 

His handler marches into the room, halting when one of the guards holds an arm up to block him. 

“Sir, he’s unstable. Erratic.” 

His handler looks at the soldier. “Mission report.” 

The soldier stays silent, staring at his knees. 

“Mission report, now.” His handler says more firmly, nearing the soldier. 

When the soldier remains silent, he gets slapped across the face with a loud smack. 

“That girl.” The soldier finally speaks. His voice is hoarse, raspy. “Who was she?” 

There’s a tense moment before the handler speaks. 

“You met her earlier on another assignment. Eliminating the former king of Hyrule. You’ve seen her before.” 

There’s a moment of silence as the soldier considers this, eyes flicking hesitantly up to his handler. 

“I knew her.” 

It’s not a question. 

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You’ve shaped the war. And I need you to do it one more time. This war is a tipping point between order and chaos. Soon, we’re going to give it a push. But- if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. And Ganon can’t give the world the order it deserves.” 

“But I knew her.” 

A tense moment, and then his handler stands. 

“Prep him.” He orders, turning his back on the soldier. 

“He’s too unstable, his memories are returning-” someone objects. His handler interrupts uncaringly. 

“Then wipe him, and start over.” 

The fear in the soldier's eyes, though well hidden, is obvious to the guards as they each take a shoulder and push him back into the chair. 

One puts a mouth guard in as the soldier opens his mouth obediently, tensing as straps shoot around his chest and waist. 

More are hooked up to his arms, his legs, his ankles, his forehead. And he screams through his teeth as the injections start, slowly taking his memories again. 

~~~~

“My lady, what’s wrong?” Impa asks softly, watching the princess pace around her room.

“Why are we here?” He asks, looking at Tune.

The sailor looks like he may be sick, pale and teary-eyed. 

“The soldier. The- the one who-”

An odd gulp, the girl’s voice breaking. 

“The winter soldier is Link.” 

A tear slips down Tune’s face. 

“No.” He says, shaking his head. 

Zelda’s crying, too. 

“When we were fighting I punched him in the face. His mask slipped off, he looked right at me. It was him, Mask.” 

“No- no, no. He’s dead. He’s dead. He fell into a several-kilometer ravine! He’s dead! He’s dead! You’re lying!” 

He hates the tears that fall down his cheeks, swiping at them angrily. 

Zelda’s openly crying now, tears falling steadily down her face. “Cia captured him, Mask, she was experimenting on him. Who knows what she did to him- maybe-”

The princess’s voice breaks, covering her eyes with her hands. 

“It is possible Cia did something… to make Link stronger. He seemed stronger after his capture, more… invulnerable.” 

Tune still looks like he may vomit, sheet white. 

He turns to the sailor, fury brewing in him. 

“Tune. Tell them they’re wrong.” 

“It makes sense.” The sailor whispers instead. “I noticed… he fought like Link. I didn’t want… I didn’t want to be right.” 

Silence. 

“Lana.” He turns to the sorceress, faltering. 

She doesn’t seem surprised at all. Just… sad. 

“You knew.” Impa’s eyes narrow, and the sorceress nods softly. 

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell us?! We could’ve saved him before this even started!” He screams, tears pouring uncontrollably down his face. 

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I had,” Lana says softly, making him hate her even more. 

She turns to Impa, eyes on the floor. “I know you guys are weary of me yet. I understand. I didn’t want to add to your anguish, and… I don’t believe you would have taken my word. I apologize for the hurt it caused, but I do not regret my actions.” 

“He’d never fight for her.” He pleads, desperate now. “Link would never- she tortured him! Why-”

“He’s not in control of himself.” Zelda manages, wiping her eyes with a steady breath. “He didn’t know who he was, who I was- he… it’s him, but it’s not… him.” 

“Whatever Cia’s done to him, Link may not be able to be saved. The Winter Soldier needs to be eliminated.” Impa says, in her cold yet sorrowful voice that he can’t stand. 

Silence. 

His eyes widen, shaking his head immediately. 

“Eliminated?” Tune whispers as he turns his back on his friends, starting for the exit. 

“By whatever means necessary.”

He stumbles, moving faster. 

“You can’t possibly mean for us to kill him,” Zelda whispers. 

He throws the door open, breathing getting harder. 

“We may have to, your highness.” 

The door to the room slams shut behind him. 

~~~~

Idk how familiar you are with Marvel but consider a Winter Soldier AU with HW

Link ‘falls’ and gets brainwashed by the enemy, the others think him dead. A mysteriously strong masked soldier shows up on the battlefield, covered head to toe, absolutely decimating the field and even Impa. Zelda gets a hit in, knocks the mask off, seeing Link’s face and freezing.

“Link?”

“… who the hell is Link?”

Zelda’s frozen in shock and nearly gets ran through with a sword but Impa rescues her and kicks Link out of the way. He vanishes (runs off bc he’s confused and slowly breaking away from the brainwashing)

Cia resets him so he’s all brainwashed up again.

And Zelda’s stuck telling Impa, Mask, Tune, etc that their captain is brainwashed by the enemy and needs to be stopped.

By whatever force necessary.

OUGH. THIS.

[ssumcity]

Call Log (Teo): Day 178 - 200 (Planet Momint)

Day 178 “Saying Good-Bye”

waketime: in (paid option: What kinda characters? Is it cute one?)

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: Why? Did u have some touching moments? What was it that made u cry?

dinner: in

bedtime: out

Day 179 “I Quit!”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: What do other ones say? They might not be letters of resignation!)

lunch: in

dinner: in (paid option: Did you make those all? Wow, you are amazing!)

bedtime: out

Day 180 “The God of Part-Timing”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: U’ve always worn his clothes as u wanted how come u are asking lol)

dinner: none

bedtime: in

Day 181 “Cons Can Turn Into Pros”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Does this mean this is the end for u, honey? :’( )

dinner: out

bedtime: out (paid option: ‘Other staff: Mumble… What’s with him? Is there smth wrong with him?’)

Day 182 “Scream From The Maze”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: Looks like his fans ARE rich…)

dinner: out

bedtime: in (paid option: It’s a welcome prank for you!)

Day 183 “The Culprit”

waketime: in (paid option: Are they waiting to welcome you?!)

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: U wear perfumes? What kind?)

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 184 “Trouble With The Young Master”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: Maybe he stays in a box like a cat away from school to calm himself)

lunch: in (paid option: So what is this job about? It’s not smth strange like before, is it?)

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 185 “You Have a Delivery!”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: in (paid option: So she tried to fling her water bottle on you?)

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 186 “Title: Tiny Rebellion”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: *

lunch: in (paid option: I’m sure death isnt the end! We’ll be doing well in heaven!)

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 187 “Don’t You Ever Get Married”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: That’s one more potato for you… Lol)

lunch: out

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 188 “The Editing Is Weird… I Think?” **

** I’m sorry I messed up here. I forgot to take notes for this day. I guess I shouldn’t work from the office. T-T All I’m sure about are the paid options because I took screenshots. All the other info I got from the app forums. Thanks to the user named zen who is doing a fantastic job with the call log.

waketime: in

breakfast: none

lunch: in (paid option: Since she bought the flowers for the deceased, maybe…)

dinner: out (paid option: I wonder what he’ll say lol lemme know later!)

bedtime: in

Day 189 “The Heroes of Mural Painting”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: in

dinner: out (paid option: Maybe they left you to wrap up on ur own)

bedtime: in (paid option: What about utensils? Did they try to poke each other with them?)

Day 190 “Welcome to the Festival”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: none

dinner: out (paid option: May the lady luck smile upon you…)

bedtime: in

Day 191 “Night At The No Man’s Isle”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: What are you wearing right now?)

dinner: none

bedtime: in

Day 192 “Secret of the Hot Spring”

waketime: out (paid option: You’d find adventure in danger! Go after him!)

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Can you take a picture of him?)

dinner: in

bedtime: out

Day 193 “After The Mystic Trip”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: Go fight them! Go, warrior of snacks!)

lunch: in

dinner: out

bedtime: none

Day 194 “Night of the Rare Meteorite”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: Share with ur cousin!)

lunch: out

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: Maybe the aliens will make ur wish come true if you pick a shooting star)

Day 195 “Obsessive Non-Obsession”

waketime: in (paid option: Maybe you made it sound scary…)

breakfast: none

lunch: out

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 196 “The True Wish”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: none

dinner: in + out (paid option: Maybe you’d get to see a rain forest or a glacial area in there…)

bedtime: in

Day 197 “Genius and Hard-Worker”

waketime: in (paid option: uh… maybe it’s an egg of an amphibian…)

breakfast: out

lunch: out

dinner: in (paid option: I bet juyoung is glaring murder in jealousy lol)

bedtime: out

Day 198 “Same Trouble, Different Solutions”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: in (paid option: Do i hear that gardener’s skin crying in pain…? lol)

bedtime: out

Day 199 “Where Can I find Salvation?”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: out

bedtime: none

Day 200 “Somebody’s Star and Dream”

waketime: in

breakfast: out

lunch: in

dinner: in (paid option: Anyone would have come up with such plan…)

bedtime: out

[livelle]

Hi!! I kinda wanna start something so here you go!! Quackity+ Karl+ Sapnap + Wilbur + bench trio separate (if you can do that many lol if you can't if fine) reacting to you doing the "calling my boyfriend the wrong name to see how he reacts"

If you don't know what trend that is I'll send a link -> here (4:41 is my favorite)

a/n: HEY ANONNNN thank you so much for your request! I'm sorry if this took a little while, but I hope you like it! ur pretty awesome, and I hope you're doing well. Here it is!! I edited this, deleted Ranboo and Tubbo!

‘GOTCHA!’

Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Wilbur and Tommy ( all seperate ) / You!!!

summary: You loved those video’s where people prank their s/o and it’s actually funny, and you were watching those for the entire day now. You were looking at your boyfriend, adn got an idea.

NO PRONOUNS USED. ROMANTIC.

SWEARING ( not much )

Q U A C K I T Y:

You were on the couch with him, having a long conversation along with some coffee like you always do together. You´ve been wanting to do this to him for a while, curious to see his reaction and prank him once because he always did jokes on you. You had to bite back a smirk as you purposefully said: ‘Ah right yeah I wanna watch that too, well Joey could you hand me the remote?’ His arm was already reaching towards it, but when he realized what you said, his head turned your way quickly. Maybe 5 minutes past, you both not saying a word. He was looking at you with wide eyes and a confused look and you were biting your tongue as to not laugh. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again and then said: ‘Whatdidyousayyyyyyyyyy???’ as in quoting the whatdidhesayyy meme. You couln’t hold it anymore. You bursted out laughing, surprised he didn’t laugh with you, as he was still: SO CONFUSED. You pointed at the camera you set up, and he still didn’t get it, which made your laughing fit even worse. ‘I- PFFFF- I , I PRANKED YOU ALEX AHHAHAHA IT’S A JOKE’ and he finally understood. ‘OH I thought you actually just called me Joey?’ Alex answered. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not cheating.’ you giggled, as you went to watch back the clip. ‘Cheating? OH I THOUGHT YOU FORGOT MY NAME OH THIS IS THE PRANK-’ he said, apparently not having understood it, which made your laughing burst out again.

K A R L:

´Do you want some coffe too, Kai?’ you asked him, grinning to yourself. He didn’t answer, and when you turned your head to look at him innocently, his smile was turned upside down. He blinked a couple times, before saying ‘Karl, I’m Karl baby, who’s...Kai?’ You instantly felt bad looking at his puppy eyes. ‘KARL HONEY I’M SO SORRY IT WAS THAT PRANK FROM TIKTOK WE SAW ON MY FOR YOU PAGE LIKE A MONTH AGO.’ you yelled holding his face and smiling at how you actually got him. Even though his reaction was pretty serious, he was giggling now, remembering the video from a while ago. He hugged you close, glad it was just a joke. ‘Little prankster’

S A P N A P:

You were sitting on your shared bed, he was holding you, as he was brushing his hands through your hair. ‘Hmmm,’ you hummed, and you found that this was the perfect time. ‘you’re so sweet, Nate’ you said, biting your lip to hold back a grin. You knew exactly what his reaction would be like, and you were right. HE turned your head so you’d look at him. ‘WHO’S THAT? Y/N WHO IS NATE?!!!’ his eyes were wide. ‘Noone Nick, don’t bother.’ you said coldly. ‘DON’T BOTHE- Y/N. Are you kidding me right now?’ ‘I actually am.’ you answered boldly and picked up the camera. You pointed it at his face, laughing at him. As soon as he understood it, the smile sneakily returned back on his face. He was relieved, you felt it. Your giggling got even more when he picked you up kissing you and giving you a playful nuzzle with his nose. You were sure his competitive a*s would want a revenge, so you were already preparing yourself.

W I L B U R:

You were at Wil’s house, having pasta for dinner you made. You felt like a mom, having made dinner for your boyfriend, Wilbur, and benchtrio, who were visiting :). You had something in mind though, a joke you wanted to do for a while. You were scared it may turn out bad, so benchtrio was here to help you. ‘So, how’d you like the food?’ ‘good’ Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy said all at once which made you laugh. Wilbur said ‘Amazing, Y/n, I’ts perfect’. This was your chance. ‘Thank you Sam, u- Wilbur.’ He stared at you, then to the other boys, who were acting very well. ‘Sam? Pardon me Y/n? Sam?’ he whispered to you. ‘Sush’ you said. But he got madder, eventually standing up. ‘Y/n answer me. Sorry guys.’ he said to them, and you gave them the sign. ‘YOU JUST GOT PRANKED’ the benchtrio said, making Wilbur look very, very confused. Tommy screamed: ‘Aye Wil! Y/n got you there huh?!!! We got you there!’ while putting an arm around him. ‘AAHHH you sick little prankster’ he said while walking up to you, you’d never laughed so hard at his face. He picked u up and threw you on the couch playfully. ‘And what do we say then?’ you said, still giggling. ‘Thank you for the dinner, Y/n’ he rolled his eyes. You smiled satisfied and gave benchtrio a high five. 

T O M M Y:

He pranked you last week, telling you his PC catched on fire. You were freaked out of your mind, he almost gave you a heart attack. So you had a plan for today. He was showing you something he was editing, and told you all the things he was currently working on. ‘So that’s pretty new, but does it look good?’ he asled you. ‘Yeah Bria-, Tom! That looks good!’ His head shooted from his screen to you. He furrowed his brows. ‘What?’ you asked, trying hard not to drop the act. ‘Baby.’ he said, putting on his puppy eyes. Oh no. ‘Whaat? who’s that?’ he asked. You couldn’t stand that face and started giggling at him. ‘Hey that’s not funny-’ ‘TOM. TOM. IT’S A JOKE- IT’S A PAYBACK FOR LAST WEEK-’ you yelled laughing. ‘OH YOU LITTLE SH*T.’ But he hugged you close. You could feel his heart hammering through his chest, you knew he was genuinely scared. You gave him a kiss on his head, reassuring him, it wasn’t ever going to happen for real. 

a/n: this is so bad but hey, enjoy. Hope this is okay? Rest of the requests tommorow! got some rlly good ones. GOODNIGHT LOVE U GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GTG NOW

@kiss-me-more-whore

[sandwichfordinner]

May i request for a Yandere Man in Red Naib?

Also just a small question do u take nsfw? And how many requests ya willing to take?,

(I just love ur writing soz to be a bother-)

Man In Red SFW & NSFW HCS

warnings: , yandere behavior , hot man🧍‍♀️, nsfw .

note: you can request 2 more if you want , but i still have a few to do :)

Gn I forgot how to write yandere and nsfw 🧍‍♀️

Artist here! <====

The edited version of this icon is unknown and I am deeply sorry , art isn’t mine!

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞...

SFW

While he was on his throne , listening to the praises , he saw something move from afar.

Another worthless human trying to steal the butterfly as Ṟ̵̌̀͑̌̈́́͗̚͝ṳ̶̢̧̯̟̩͎͈͕͂̅́͆n̸̡̢̲̳͕͕̺͚͌ḁ̵̢̤̭̠̯̝͕̞̉͐́̂̒̃̂̍̏̚͜ẅ̴̡̤͙͓̥͖̯̘́ą̴̹̥͈̭͙̿́͂͋̚y̵̨̧̱͔̫̹͖̘̱̎̽̒͌̎̏̃̃̕̕ did..

How dare a worthless human like you step a foot in the darkness of the abyss?

He got up from his throne and everyone went quiet.

You noticed that he was walking at your direction , and you panicked.

How did he know??

,,Leave.`` he coldly stated at the others , which made them shiver from horror. All of them left really quick.

He looked back at you , you could tell he was mad , really mad . You could see the rage in his eyes but his face stayed calm.

,,You will be executed at this moment.``

Your eyes widened from horror.

,,No please! I would do anything i promise! Please i would do anything!`` you repeated these words , shaking , crying and hugging his legs while crying.

He was blankly staring at you. No emotion.

He loved seeing pathetic humans begging and crying.

Then he spoke.

,,Oh Y/N.. i wont execute you , but in one condition.``

Your eyes widened.

,,But .. How do you know my name?``

,,I know everything about you , i know where you live , what is your favourite meal , your favourite flowers . Everything love..``

You swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. Lovesick expression.

,,T-this is not normal.. You are crazy......``

,,Oh and what are you even gonna do now?~``

Now he was really close.

NSFW

You felt him pinning you on the floor , his lovesick expression not leaving his face which made you blush by his actions but still horrified.

,,I will make you mine.``

You didn`t have time to think of what he said when he kissed you roughly. Then starting from biting your neck.

This made you whine but you pushed him away.

,,Don`t touch me or-``

,,Or what? What will you do? Scream for help? No one will hear you.`` he said while holding your hands tightly.

You stayed silent. You couldn`t move. There was no point of running away. You are trapped with 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

———————-•

Top.. like 100%

Don’t get me wrong but he is hella rough , he is holding you really close while thrusting in you.

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” He says with a smirk while teasing you. These actions were making whine in pleasure, begging him to touch you more.

You went from ‘don’t touch me’ to him wanting to fuck you.

He was pinning you , and marking you everywhere.

“You are mine, all mine,, he laughed at your pathetic whines .

But it was like a music to his ears and wanted to hear more.

When he cummed inside you for the 3rd time , your body felt numb and laid on the ground panting and all sweaty - marks over you body. A total mess.

He kissed your forehead, both of you trying to catch you breathes.

Till this day you were treated like a queen/king. Wearing fancy clothes and him always keeping an eye on you.

This is what happens when you do a mistake in front of him.

I am alive , omg I’m sorry for you guys waiting 😭😭

By the way what do ppl fr say after doing the nasty?? ,,gg’’?? 💀

[mcmactictac]

Can we talk about tubbos stream today because so many people are saying that’s the starts of Wilburs new ARG and I believe them 110%.

For those of you who weren’t watching cause it was a pretty long one I’ll summarize? I’ll give timestamps where I can, it’s from tubbos most recent vod “HALLOWEEN STREAM”. If you don’t want to read all of this, I’ve dropped the link. Start at about an hour and ten minutes in, and I’ll be summarizing the next 25ish minutes when things get weird

https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1185798005

So there was a point in the stream where Wilbur hopped into Tubbos chat, Tommy saw he was there and opened up his phone to call him. Tubbo offers to use his phone so they can connect to the speaker, but Tommy brushes him off and is like no no I want to do it like this. So he opens his phone and he reads out “texts” he got from Wilbur. Now this didn’t seem weird at the time it’s just upon the second watch back it’s strange. For context everyone went bobbing for apples earlier so a bunch of people still have visibly wet hair. So the messages Tommy reads out are

“Stop going on your phone you’re in an important stream”

“Why is everyones hair wet?”

“What’s going on?”

“Why is it (lit?) like one of you is going to die?”

Again this in itself is not abnormal trust me ok you’ll have to read/watch it twice

He immeadietly picks up the phone and goes to call him (1hr 10 min in)

I’m going to try incredibly hard to write out what I can understand but Wilbur often isn’t on speakerphone and there are like 5 other people talking so this won’t be perfect this is just the best I can do, sorry. Please let me know if you can figure out or edits things I can’t and I’ll edit them in here so it’s as accurate as possible. I think it’s important to note that Tubbo seems to know what’s going on. I think Ranboo does too. He doesn’t act weird but you’ll see he really helps push tommy in the right direction. It’s also worth mentioning Wilbur does not sound like he usually does. His voice is way lower and gravelly (edit this is incredibly long I’m so sorry I’m trying to only include what I think is important in terms of dialogue)

(I use T and W for Wilbur and tommy since they’re used so often, everyone else is just names)

*calls Wilbur*

T: “Hey Will, hey Will it’s going a little wrong. They can’t hear you. Could- *to behind the camera* Do you want to get Will out here on the speaker but only I’ll speak to him yeah?

Tubbo: “okay-“

T: *to tubbo* “wait can I go speak to him bout the thing?”

Tubbo: “Why?”

T: “cause I need to make sure it’s going ok”

Tubbo: “Where are you going?”

T: *gestures behind camera* “Just over there so I can put on the headphones while I’m speaking to Will”

Tubbo: “what? Wait no you won’t be able to because there’s no mic connection to my computer, it’s not gonna fucking work”

T: “well you just said we could put Will out on there” *gestures off camera*

Tubbo: “well we can put Will out on the speaker but not-“

T: “wait no no no, Tubbo says no. Sorry Will just me and you. What’s up Will? *glances at camera, turns to Tubbo* can they hear me?”

Tubbo: “no but they’ll be able to hear you talk-” *points behind camera*

*tommy gets up and moves behind Tubbo to get closer to the camera mic*

T: “yeah yeah no Will it’s ok, it’s just that Tubbo keeps giving me and the others weird challenges we have to do like squid game, he won’t stop, he wont, I keep saying things I don’t wanna say you know?” *pause* “yeah, and he said he was gonna put me on the (Lamborghini?)”

*camera switches so we can just see a closeup of Tommy’s arm as he talks*

W: *unintelligble*

T: “ok let me go over here with”

*camera switches back to normal, Tubbo glances at Tommy, now off camera*

Tubbo: “Can you not move the- stop moving shit”

*camera switches again, close up of tommy talking to Wilbur*

“I don’t know why the room’s-”

Billzo (who Im fairly certain has no idea what is happening): “No don’t give him the attention, he will carry on doing this, he will carry on doing this”

T: “No, no no no sorry you lot keep going, I’m just gonna, I’m just gonna speak to Will, sorry, so sorry” *turns camera back to table, he is out of frame again. Slight pause. This next bit is hard to figure out, Tommy’s away from the mic. Unintelligible for a bit* “Yeah Will and they kept making me do weird shit Will”

*Wilbur is on speakerphone now, Tommy moves into frame*

W: “you should, you should fight them all, one by one”

T: “fight them all?”

W: “Yeah, who do you reckon you could take down first? You could take one and then go one by one, around the room and-“

*Badlinu, Aimsey and Tubbo’s heads all turn to Tommy upon hearing that. Billzo just looks confused. Ranboo is ignoring all of it which indicates to me he also knows what’s happening*

T: “Probably the girl, but she’s proper nimble”

W: “but, but that means they’ll be difficult to fight”

T: “Oh shit. Ok. Probably Bill.”

Billzo: “Bro I would absolutely spin your jaw you muppet, don’t give me that.”

T: “He, he said he’d spin my jaw Will”

W: “is Bill’s full name William?

Billzo: “no it’s not what, stop this, stop this fuckin-“ *gives up and goes back to the pumpkin*

T: “yeah I could beat the shit out of a William, yeah”

Billzo: “my name’s not William! Your- his name- his name is Will that’s half of the fucking, ok” *gives up again, back to pumpkin*

T: *still to Wilbur* ok, ok I’ll go for William”

Tubbo (unrelated) *holding the pumpkin* “I have to stick my hand in this don’t I?”

Aimsey and Badlinu: “yeah”

T: *to Will* “ok so whats this, what do i do cause the knives are out right now.”

I really wish I could tell you what Wilbur is saying here but it’s so mumbled. Glimpses I can catch sounds like he’s telling Tommy to cut the Internet and then grab the pumpkin knives

T: “That’s not gonna penetrate anything, if I wanna do some slicing and dicing, I’m not gonna be able to-“

*the main focus here is on Aimsey and Billzo who are currently fighting over the knives. It’s basically impossible to hear what Wilbur is saying but from context clues, I would assume he’s asking Tommy if there’s any other things that could be a weapon in the room”

T: “Tubbo, Tubbo! Are these tripods heavy duty?”

Tubbo: “In what sense?”

Tommy: *to Wilbur* “Tubbo says in what sense what does that mean”

Tubbo: “like. They’re made of fucking plastic.”

You can’t hear Wilbur’s response but we can assume it’s clarifying

T: “Tubbo, if I was to be bashed over the head with one of those tripods would it konk me out for good?”

Tubbo: “the metal one yeah”

T: “which ones the metal one?”

Tubbo: “the orange one, the one made out of metal”

T: *to Will* “Tubbo says if I use the one closest to me I could-“

The rest of that chunk is unintelligible as ranboo is currently comparing the inside of a pumpkin to a womb. I don’t know how to process anything other than that statement within this. But you can hear Tommy stop talking quickly and muffled whispers of Wilbur telling him something.

T: “but I’ve never wielded (bow staff?) (other people have processed the womb statement. Good luck hearing over that)

W: *incomprehensible question*

T: “Pardon? *Wilbur repeats question* No, I’ve never used a water staff

Aimsey (currently dealing with tommys discussion right beside her but this seems more in reaction to Badlinu asking Ranboo if he has ever reached into a womb before and him casually responding yes) : “what the fuck is going on?”

T: “pardon?”

W: (I’m guessing here) “nunchucks?”

T: “i mean you know I’m good with nuning but no chucking”

W: “ok, ok so your best bet right is. Can they hear me?”

T: “No, no they can’t.” (We can. They can. Tommy ignores this. Billzo’s face here is hilarious. You can tell no one told that man anything)

W: “ok good right right so here’s what you’re gonna do right you’re gonna go up behind Tubbo right now and you’re going to make-“

T: “wait wait sorry what’s that?. What am I gonna do behind Tubbo?”

The room has gone dead silent. Special appreciation for Billzo and Aimsey who seem to have given up on understanding despite being very confused and have just gone back to the pumpkins.

Wilbur clarifies, but it’s muffled.

T: “oh ok cool cool”

Tubbo: (has been ignoring Tommy this whole time, this is the first time he acknowledges hearing any of this) *lighthearted and joking* “I don’t wanna play anymore, I don’t wanna play anymore”

Tommy finally appears back in frame, crawling behind Tubbo

T: “Can I go down quite sneakily?” *he’s standing on what looks like a window ledge, directly behind Tubbo* “Ok cool? Can we- We gotta win this contest Tubs!”

Tubbo: “I- I’m gonna”

*Tommy moves the phone between him and Tubbo, it seems to be on speaker now*

T: “We gotta win this contest Tubbo!”

W: “Tommy tell him, tell him he’s gotta win”

*tommy is now doing bunny ears behind Tubbo’s head now*

T: “you gotta win!”

W: “Tell him he’s- tell him- he’s- it’s it’s Easter, happy Easter

T: “Happy Easter, happy Easter!”

Tubbo: *clearly unnerved a bit* “thank you bro”

T: “Will, Will this positioning it ain’t gonna last for too long” (understandable he is very precariously balanced)

W: “Ok we’re done, ok collapse now. Collapse.”

T: “ok” *falls*

Tubbo: “oh god oh fuck oh ok there he’s gone”

Ranboo: “oh that’s right on my omnicord”

Not a single person here is concerned. Everyone just seems mildly annoyed. Tubbo and Ranboo are simply inconvenienced. Tommy is hidden behind the table on the floor. He’s clearly having a conversation with Wilbur but you cannot tell what any of it is. The next distinguishable thing we get is

T: “Tubbo, Tubbo’s looking at me with that glance in his eyes, like he’s gonna do something to me”

Tubbo: “dont, don’t do that”

*Tubbo appears to be having a conversation with tommy, about what is unclear. Based of what happens next I’m assuming Tommy is telling Tubbo what he needs him to do and what’s about to happen. Tubbo nods*

T: “ok ok Will, ok” *stands up, back in frame, clearly unnerved* “yo one sec guys! Ay, excuse me! *forced laughter as he moves behind Tubbo*

Tubbo: “yeah after you you can still-“

*silence. It’s awkward*

W: “every single one of them.”

T: “every single plug? Ok every single one.”

W: “powering the- powering the stream cause”

T: “ok all the plugs”

W: *unintelligble*

After a few seconds, everything cuts to black and is silent. It’s like the stream crashed, but it hasn’t. We can assume tommy has unplugged the camera and the mic? It stays that way for a few seconds before audio and visual return. I’m fairly certain only audio was meant to return, but the camera is back too.

T: “ok, they should all be off”

W: “now now, put me on the mic”

T: “alright alright I’m putting you on, I’m putting you on”

W: “hey there tubbos chat. It’s me, Wilbur soot. I’m here to wish you all a spooky Halloween”

T: “oooh”

W: “and a happy autumnal vibe for you all. I hope you are having a marvellous evening, I’m not.”

*this is really cryptic and weird but Billzos face is still visible and that man is so damn confused it makes it much less scary. Everyone kinda cracks up and laughs at this including tommy, the timing was really funny*

Billzo: *to wilbur* “you wanna talk about it mate?”

W: “who said that to me?”

T: “that was William”

Billzo: “bro my name’s not fuck-“

W: “I don’t, I don’t speak to Williams sorry”

Billzo: *aside* “my names not William-“

T: “good man good man. Uh tubbos there, tubbos carving with a lot of gumption”

Tubbo: “gumption?”

Billzo: (very clearly confused and mildly annoyed) “can you, can you sit back down? What is up with this?”

T: “ok do i need to sit back down Will, what’s the strat?”

W: “uh well what you can do is um. Take the pop filter off the microphone just-“

*billzo and Tubbo overlapping*

Billzo: “no, no do not, sit down! Sit down! The bit is over we get it”

Tubbo: “no no it doesn’t come off it’s glued on youll break it no no don’t take that shit off”

T: “they’re trying to break the fourth wall Will but I won’t let em”

Billzo: “the bit-“ (I think it’s worth noting at this time that Billzo either has no damn idea what’s going on or is a really good actor. I don’t know enough to say which but either way, valid)

W: “ok, ok here’s what you’re gonna do. Do you see that window? Can you get outside that window.”

*Aimsey, Tubbo and Ranboo overlapping*

Aimsey: “no, no, no. No!”

Ranboo: “no, no you can’t”

Tubbo: “i reckon he can”

*tommy walks away, we can hear a door open and close. He is now outside*

Ranboo: “oh wait, no he Can actually”

*they close the curtains so he isn’t visible, Tommy knocks on the window. Tubbo opens the window so you could hear him. Tommy presses his face against the glass and is like. Basically eating it. He continues knocking*

Tubbo: “What, what are you doing?”

I think it’s important to note at this point that ranboo leans over to Billzo and whispers something into his ear. It seems like an explanation, because he seems to finally understand what the hell is going on. Body language changes to more confused. He stands up for a bit but sits back down when tommy comes back inside. Tommy moves to the camera and places his phone right beside it.

W: “I don’t know why he did that chat, I don’t know why.”

*tommy breaks for a second to laugh at him. He actually seems to break for all of this. He’s basically back to normal.*

T: “No fuck you I’m leaving I need to help carve Tubbo.”

Tubbo: “whAT?”

T: “Tubbo your window tastes quite pleasant”

Aimsey: “what the fuck?”

T: “does anyone have a coke, I need a, I need a palette cleanse.”

Tubbo: “you left it outside with your bottle, your bottle is outside.”

T: “could you see that? On the camera?”

Tubbo: “yeah very clearly”

*Tommy goes outside. Badlinu follows him to the door. Tommy is outside*

Badlinu: *to Tubbo* “does this lock?” (The door)

Tubbo: “yeah, lock it”

Things are normal for about a minute. Badlinu closes the window. Tubbo glances back outside for a second.

Tubbo: “no no ok let him back in this is literally sabatoging me”

Badlinu moves to go and unlock the door. If you thought things were kinda normal up till now this is what sparked my genuine “something is really not right”

Tommy SPRINTS up to the window from outside, and slams his hands on it. He’s screaming “no, no” in a very “don’t come out here” manner.

T: “No, no! Stay in here! Leave it locked! Go sit back down!”

Badlinu: “I’m unlocking the door”

T: *running his hands through his hair. Clearly very distressed. At this point if it isn’t a bit of some kind something is seriously wrong.* “No go back!”

He springs away from the window. We can’t see him anymore. Badlinu sits back down.

Tubbo: *nervous laughter* “what the fuck Is he doing”

We are now 1hr and 20 minutes in. Everything goes back to normal. Mild passive aggressiveness, but everyone ignores it. Unphased. Tubbo occasionally makes side comments being like “hmm. Where did Tommy go?” Aimsey offers to look for him. Tubbo says nothing. She actually leaves the table around 1hr 21 minutes. It’s unclear where she goes, but she’s back within the minute. The next time Tubbo mentions tommy being gone she says he wasn’t outside, she thinks he went around to the front of the house. She officially leaves the table to go search for him at tubbos request, but returns with no luck. At 1hr 25 minutes, Tommy rushes back into frame in the window outside. Aimsey goes to open the door, but we can’t see tommy yet.

Aimsey: “what the hell have you done?”

Tubbo: “why is he covered in fucking MUD?”

Ranboo: (intense) “what did you DO?”

Aimsey: (soft) “what did you do?”

Tommy sits where Aimsey was sitting. He looks BAD. His eyes are dead. This is what I imagine c! Tommy in exile to look like. When I saw him walk in that was genuinely the first thing I thought. Like guys for context for a better picture he looks like this.

Aimsey is concerned. Tommys eyes are totally dead and he does all he can not to laugh at the jokes people are making. Aimsey says he looks like a plant pot, and is pulling grass and leaves out of his hair. She goes to grab his face to try and wipe the dirt off, and tommy gently reaches up and pushes her off of him going “it’s fine, it’s fine” this is the first time he’s spoken since he came back in. He moves to go back to his spot beside Tubbo. Aimsey is the only one who seems genuinely concerned and that’s the key factor in telling something is planned. Because Tommy looks MESSED UP. And even Aimsey let’s it slide pretty quick. Everyone makes jokes and tries to ask what happened. Tommy says nothing. He doesn’t react. He just stares blankly at nothing. He talks once to tell Tubbo he has no idea what design they’re doing, but he’s still very clearly out of it. It genuinley reminds me of exile streams, especially with the way his voice is. He brushes his hair slowly to the side at one point, and Ranboo reaches his hand out towards him. He backs away from it, raising his hand to push ranboo away from him. His eyes are unchanging. Ranboo seems mildly concerned, leaning towards him and whispering something in his ear. Tommy pauses for a second and let’s out a small smile as his gaze shifts to ranboo. Ranboo seems to say something, and tommy shifts his gaze back to staring at nothing.

There’s a point where it goes silent and Tubbo turns to tommy, and gently asks him “are you okay?” Tommy says nothing. Doesn’t acknowledge him. His talking is basically non existent. Aimsey asks him at one point if he wants to talk about it and he just slowly shakes his head no. He looks proper fucked up. Just to give you some group context.

By this point people realized something is up and this might be ARG related, because no way in hell is this normal anymore.

He leaves the screen 1hr and 30 minutes in. He says he’s just gonna go to the bathroom. He comes back 5 minutes later. Looking like this

He’s totally fine. Back to his regular self. Despite the change from the red sweater to the blue hoodie, and getting cleaned up? That’s it. Like he’s totally fine, not acknowledging any of the last 20 minutes. There’s nothing else i remember seeing that was like a red flag throughout the rest of the stream. It was just like this 25 minute segment.

I know this is long I’m sorry I just tried to include all of the important details I could. Please feel free to send me edits to the dialogue, and I’d love to see your thoughts in the reblogs!! Cause i think this is definitely something, Wilbur’s ARG or not.

@hopefully-not-the-ghostbusters here’s the summary for you

[toughtink]

some post-nona thoughts and questions in no particular order:

and this will be long and full of spoilers, sorry

so is silas coming back next time? because i have questions about wtf took over his cav especially seeing as those tongue eye things showed up on the ninth house. biblically, silas traveled with paul, so maybe paul will be related to his comeback? idk

what’s with the tower? “kironia” and ianthe are referred to as “tower princes,” the RB was yelling about a tower to nona via judith, and we got a big tower coming out of the river now?? and the whole “the tower has reactivated” cipher or whatever it said, too. the only tower that’s been story relevant thus far is canaan house + the facility beneath it. harrow estimated they only saw ~30% of that tower with the rest going deep under the ocean, which i always took to mean that it was originally a sky scraper that they built a temple/church/palace on top of. OH YEAh! and a tower is in the jod chapters maybe??? it was confusing. (gasp! what! confusing??? in this series?!)

so is nona translating a ton of people’s names when she hears them, and that’s why she calls corona “crown” and has that exchange with hot sauce where she gets corrected on born in the morning’s name? and this is a separate thing from the multi-sentence long names that seem to be BoE tradition?

speaking of weird name stuff, the jod chapters have him using intials to refer to his friends! that was annoying but implies that they didn’t all used to have their fancy mouthful names which makes some sense, especially since jod specifically mentions changing U— and T— to ulysseys and titania. however, i’ve seen a lot of folks under the assumption that he wiped his friend’s memories after rezzing them, but is there evidence for that? i gotta reread htn, but i know that mercy didn’t seem to realize that gideon’s gold eye color was jod’s before it was alecto’s and only put it together near the end—point in memory loss’s favor (tho i don’t think we can officially say it’s purposeful on jod’s part yet.) HOWEVER!! when nona & the gang are approaching the tomb near the end of ntn, pyrrha mentions gideon (the first) and after saying his name a couple times says “G—” like jod does in his chapters!! implying that pyrrha might just know gideon’s pre-resurrection name! so either jod’s friends did retain their pre-res memories OR that memory loss thing happened later, probably post lyctorhood if it could affect the lyctors but not the cav secretly residing inside still??? idk. EDIT: my frand ginny pointed out that on pg 433 jod talks about how his friends “won’t have to remember anything,” because he knows where remembrance lives in the brain, and this sort of mirrors harrow own attempt to alter her memories. i think with pyrrha remembering g1deon’s name, we can say these are likely altered memories rather than a complete clean slate.

i need people to realize that when nona describes “teeth” coming out of gideon’s speed holes, it’s most likely ribs and not literal teeth. also—the speed holes joke is maybe one of my favorites in this book and incontrovertible proof that kironia is indeed our gideon.

i want to know more about anastasiaaaaa! was she another married/romantically involved pair with her cav? did pyrrha mention something about painting a nursery on the ninth?? what if anastasia was pregnant when her lyctorhood went wrong????

what’s this with cassiopeia and the sixth house in communication? that was her house, right? also, cass is the C— mentioned in jod chapters that marries the artist N— (nigella) and has teeth flowers at their wedding. also, she had the tooth trial at canaan house. and the tooth secret message in the corresponding study. what’s with all the teeth? lol

that tooth secret message was about doing soul melanges to power the canaan house staff, including teacher! 6th house theorm was soul melange related, so paul makes sense!!! ;v; (it should be noted that everything with cam, pal, and paul had me in tears and i’m never getting over their recorded conversation.)

gideon is clearly missing pieces figuratively and literally (her heart!! 🥺). TM said that if gideon’s soul was a happy meal, harrow ate the cheeseburger, but that leaves the fries, sauce packets, and toy. so where’s the cheeseburger now? attached to harrow’s soul? or attached to her body? completely absorbed and essentially gone? something has to be powering nona’s lyctoral regeneration powers so i’m kinda team body. that and the fact that she’s wearing the cheeseburger shirt and that feels like TM trying to give us a giant neon sign of a hint?

as for harrow…i saw the icy tomb she climbed into at the end of htn as a metaphorical tomb in her mind, between the lobotomy slits i guess where she was keeping gideon’s soul, thus the nonexistent sexy magazine. ntn makes me think she was also in the actual tomb, aka fully swapped places with alecto? but i suppose either could be true. the jod chapters feel like she’s tapping into alecto’s memories and subbing in herself maybe? that doesn’t really say much about the literal placement of harrow’s soul, tho, just that she has a connection with alecto.

anyways, it looks like she woke up long enough for the epilogue and then promptly passed out again (woo go girl! give us nothing!). and we know that she’s going to be harrowing hell at the start of atn?? good luck have fun i guess???

oh yeah is part of the reason nona’s not all there because not only is she in the wrong body, but she’s dealing with harrow’s lobotomy brain???

gonna come back and add more laterrr—edit: i’ve come back SEVERAL times to add more. maybe i should just reblog or make a new post for more. 🙈 i’m at the end of my gtn reread so htn will be next. oof that one will take a while methinks! and then i can reread nona…which will be my first Proper read through for the final version since i’ve only read the ARC months ago and some random passages since it came out.

[chippedaxe]

can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex

Pronouns: They/them, afab

Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.

Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)

Note: unedited*

- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.

- written in my notes app

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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”

“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.

You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.

“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.

“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.

You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.

“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.

You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!

You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.

“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.

Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.

You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.

“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.

His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.

He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.

You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.

You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.

You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.

You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.

“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.

You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.

Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.

“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.

His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.

“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.

Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.

“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.

Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.

Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.

You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.

“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.

Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.