#going along w what i said... in my notes i actually have him listed as siwon baek KFJDJ

[milkbreadtoast]

(OC) v quick siwons... drew that first one as a joke aldjskdjs korean military buzzcut... wanted to see if he's still recognizable even when bald... thanks to the mole it still retains a siwon essence i think🫣 this wouldnt be canon tho bc i dont think the story takes place in korea.... (in the dream the cast was pretty diverse so.. i think there'd be more freedom to set it in a us-inspired setting. like promare)

[ruewrote]

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: american money by børns WORD COUNT: 3.7k NOTE: wrote this as soon as i finished the fast half of season 4 (no spoilers)

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you hated nothing more than waking up early, but today was different. instead of lazily swiping at your snooze button, you were jolted awake by a series of loud taps on your window.

squinting in the early morning light, you turned your head just enough to see jj standing outside, a goofy grin plastered across his face as he jangled his car keys at you. he was way too excited for this hour.

you couldn’t help but smile back, despite the fact that you were still half buried in your pillow. with a groan, you pushed yourself up and gave a lazy wave, signalling for him to let himself in.

living on the first floor definitely had its perks. sneaking in and out was practically effortless, not to mention it made surprise visits from jj a lot easier. he tried to slip through your window quietly, but in his true fashion, his foot caught on the frame, sending him tumbling head first onto your carpet with a thud.

you snorted, shaking your head. "very graceful. i’m sure that didn’t wake up the entire house at all."

jj groaned dramatically, clutching his chest. "not even a ‘you good?’ i’m wounded. in more ways than one."

rolling your eyes, you tied your hair back. "oh, please. how will you ever recover from such a tragic fall? come here, my sweet child," you teased, making grabby hands at him.

he took your joke as an invitation to flop onto the bed, completely flattening you beneath him with all his weight. you let out a groan. "seriously? with all the ways i thought this morning would go, this wasn’t on the list," he quipped, smirking as you tried to push him off.

"get off me! i haven’t even brushed my teeth yet," you complained, finally going limp beneath him. it was then you noticed he was just watching you silently, his face a mixture of amusement and something softer.

"what? do i have drool on my face or something?" you brought a hand up to wipe your mouth, but he caught your wrist, shaking his head.

"nope. i just didn’t realise how pretty you look in the mornings. it’s actually unfair to the rest of us," he said, his voice surprisingly sincere.

you felt your cheeks flush, unable to deal with the way he was looking at you. you pushed his face away, knocking him off the bed as you rolled out and made a beeline for the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"so, what’s the plan?" you called out, your words muffled by your toothbrush.

jj leaned against the doorframe, watching you go through your morning routine. "i was thinking we hit the beach. catch some waves, grab some food after?"

you nodded, rubbing in your sunscreen. "sounds good. is anyone else coming or is it just us?"

"just us," he said with a grin. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "hey, can you do me too?"

you paused, caught off guard. "w-what?"

jj chuckled at your reaction. "i meant sunscreen. but hey, if you’ve got other ideas, i’m open to it, sweetheart." he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "oh my god. shut up and come here."

you started applying sunscreen to his face, then moved to his arms. "alright, shirt off."

"wow, you move fast!" he teased, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest. he caught you glancing and smirked. "how do you want me?"

"turn around, i’m not doing your front. no matter how badly you want it."

he laughed and turned, giving you full access to his back. you rubbed the sunscreen over his shoulders, down his back, and along the waistband of his shorts. once done, you handed him the bottle. "here, but be careful with it. this stuff’s expensive."

jj flashed you a cheeky grin. "you sure you don’t wanna stick around for the show?"

you rolled your eyes again, though you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you grabbed your plain white bikini and some high waisted shorts. heading back into the bathroom, you called over your shoulder, "alright, out! i need to change."

once you were ready, backpack slung over your shoulder, the two of you made your way to jj’s truck. the seats were already covered with blankets to keep your legs from getting scorched by the hot leather. a small but thoughtful gesture from him that made you smile.

he started the engine, blasting the ac. as the cool air hit your face, you sighed in relief. without missing a beat, you grabbed the aux cord before he could, causing him to let out an exaggerated scoff.

"how do you always manage to steal the aux? it’s my truck!" he protested, though the grin on his face gave him away.

"you just gotta be quicker than that, maybank," you teased, scrolling through your playlist. "now let’s go!"

as you hit play, coldplay’s "adventure of a lifetime" filled the car. jj groaned in mock agony, but before long, he was singing along with you, his earlier protests forgotten. the two of you drove toward the beach, windows down, the sun shining, and the day stretching out ahead of you.

the drive to the beach was the perfect mix of playful bickering, shared laughs, and loud singing, with the early morning sun casting long shadows over the quiet streets. the salty breeze from the coast whipped through the open windows, mingling with the upbeat music blasting from the speakers.

you glanced over at jj, his face illuminated by the golden light, and for a moment, the teasing stopped, replaced by an easy comfort that settled between you two. these little moments, just driving with no real agenda, were the ones you secretly treasured most.

when you finally pulled up to the beach, jj parked the truck in his usual spot, right next to a half empty lot of other early morning surfers. he killed the engine, and as the music faded, you both sat there for a minute, just taking in the sound of the waves crashing in the distance.

"ready to get schooled by the ocean?" jj asked with a smirk, breaking the silence. 

you smirked back, grabbing your board from the bed of the truck. "please, i’ve been practicing. this time i might actually stay on the board longer than five seconds."

jj raised an eyebrow as he tucked his surfboard under his arm. "i’ll believe it when i see it."

the two of you walked toward the shoreline, the sand warm under your feet as the early risers already dotted the waves. you set your backpack down and tugged off your shorts, feeling the cool ocean breeze against your skin.

jj whistled playfully, making you roll your eyes. "can you go five minutes without being annoying?" you said, pulling your hair back.

"i highly doubt it," he replied with a wink, before running toward the water.

you followed after him, the cool water rushing over your feet as you waded deeper into the ocean. the water was perfect, refreshing without being too cold and before long, you and jj paddled out past the break, waiting for the next set of waves.

he caught the first wave effortlessly, gliding along with ease. you watched, half impressed and half determined to show him you could hold your own out here too.

as soon as the next wave approached, you paddled hard, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the wave lifted you up. for a split second, you thought you had it. your legs wobbled but held. then, just as you started to ride the wave, you lost your balance and wiped out, tumbling into the water with an unceremonious splash.

when you surfaced, sputtering and laughing, jj was already paddling back toward you, his grin wide. "well, i’d say you lasted about seven seconds. that's an improvement!"

you splashed water at him. "shut up! i was close."

"you were," he admitted, still laughing. 

after a few more attempts and a couple more wipeouts. you both decided to take a break, paddling back to shore and collapsing onto the warm sand. the sun had risen higher in the sky by now, and the beach was slowly filling with more surfers and sunbathers.

jj laid back, folding his arms behind his head. "okay, i’ll give you credit. you didn’t completely suck today."

you rolled your eyes, nudging him with your foot. "high praise coming from you."

he chuckled, turning his head to look at you. "but seriously, you did good. you’re getting better."

"thanks, coach," you said sarcastically, though you couldn’t help but smile.

for a while, you both lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of the waves and the distant chatter of beachgoers creating a peaceful backdrop. jj’s presence was calming in its own way, even with all his jokes and endless teasing. it felt...right. like you could just be, without trying or overthinking anything.

after a while, your stomach let out a loud growl, breaking the moment. jj sat up, grinning. "alright, alright. let’s get you some food before you start eating the damn sand."

you rolled your eyes but stood up, dusting off the sand from your legs. "fine, but you’re buying."

"deal. but only because i feel bad about how hard the ocean kicked your ass today."

you playfully shoved him as you both headed back to the truck, loading the boards back into the bed. as you hopped into the passenger seat, he handed the aux cord to you.

"alright, aux queen. what’s the soundtrack for the food run?"

scrolling through your playlist. "let’s go with something that won’t make our ears bleed."

jj scoffed. "i have amazing taste in music. it’s you who has the questionable taste."

"oh please," you shot back, hitting play on a new song. the familiar opening of paramore's "ain't it fun" filled the truck. "you love this song and you know it."

as jj pulled out of the parking lot, you couldn’t help but laugh when he started tapping his fingers to the beat, pretending not to know the words, only to burst into song with you by the second chorus. 

after a few more playful exchanges and belting out lyrics to paramore, the two of you pulled into the local beachside diner it was a frequent stop for you after mornings like this. the place had the perfect post surf vibe, laid back, sandy floors and the smell of bacon, coffee wafting through the air.

you slid into your usual booth by the window and before long, a waitress you both knew well came over, giving jj a familiar grin. "the usual for you two?" she asked, scribbling on her notepad before you even had a chance to respond.

jj smirked at you from across the table. "we’re that predictable, huh?"

"well, when you’re here every other week…" you teased.

he laughed as the waitress walked off, leaving the two of you to settle back into the booth, the soft hum of chatter and clinking dishes filling the silence around you.

it was too long before your food arrived. jj’s massive breakfast burrito, and your classic stack of pancakes drowned in syrup. you dug in, not even bothering with small talk, both too hungry after the morning’s surf session. between bites, jj would make a joke or comment about something random and you’d respond with an eye roll or a laugh, the conversation flowing easily as always.

once you finished, jj insisted on paying, tossing a wink your way. "told you i got it."

you playfully shake your head, thanking him as you both slide out of the booth and head back to the truck. the drive home was quieter, the kind of silence that was more about comfort than anything else. your belly was full, the sun was warm, and you were both feeling that post beach laziness starting to set in.

back at your house, you led the way inside, kicking off your shoes by the door. your parents weren’t home yet, but you knew they wouldn’t mind if jj stayed over. in fact, they loved him. he was like part of the family at this point, showing up at random times, helping your dad with stuff around the house, or hanging out with your mom in the kitchen when she was baking.

you dropped your backpack by the door, jj followed you to the living room, flopping onto the couch with a groan. "i’m stuffed. i don’t think i’m gonna be moving for the rest of the day."

"good thing we’re doing nothing then," you said, settling down beside him as you grabbed the remote.

after scrolling through endless movie options, you finally settled on something light. a classic comedy that you both loved. the kind where you could practically recite the lines at this point, but it didn’t matter. it was easy and familiar, that’s exactly what you needed.

hours passed as you watched one movie after another, the sun slowly sinking behind the trees outside, casting a soft orange glow through the window. jj sprawled across the couch, his legs stretched out and his arm casually draped over the backrest, grazing your shoulders. the lazy comfort of the day stretched into evening and without realizing it, you found yourself leaning into his side more and more, your head resting against him.

at some point during the second movie, your parents came home, but their arrival was more of a background noise than an event. they greeted you both warmly, asked how your day had gone, and didn’t bat an eye when you asked if jj could stay over.

"of course, he can," your mom had said with a smile, giving jj a knowing look. you didn’t even really need to ask.

as night began to settle in fully, the atmosphere in the room shifted. the tv’s glow was the only source of light in the living room now, flickering against the walls as the sound of dialogue filled the space. you were still tucked into jj’s side, he didn’t seem to mind at all, his hand occasionally brushing against your arm as he adjusted.

then there was a silence. one of those rare, unspoken moments between you. the movie had paused on a quiet scene, and for the first time in hours, neither one of you was talking or laughing. it was just… still. you could hear the faint rustle of leaves outside, the distant sound of your parents moving around upstairs, and the steady rise and fall of jj’s breathing beside you.

it was in this moment that something hit you.

you turned your head slightly to look at him, what you saw caught you off guard. there, in the soft glow of the tv, with shadows playing across his face, was jj. quiet, relaxed, and honestly, kind of beautiful.

you didn’t know why you hadn’t noticed it quite like this before. maybe it was the way the light hit his features just right, or maybe it was just how calm he looked, the usual chaos that surrounded him completely absent in this quiet moment. his blonde hair was a bit messy from the day, falling into his eyes just slightly, and his jawline more defined under the soft light. his lips, usually quirked up into a smirk, were relaxed now. his eyes, when they caught yours, held a kind of softness you weren’t used to seeing.

"why are you staring at me like that?" his voice broke the silence, a playful lilt in it, though there was something else behind it too, something a little more curious.

you blinked, feeling a warmth rise to your cheeks as you quickly turned back to the tv. "i wasn’t staring," you mumbled, but the slight grin tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed you.

jj shifted beside you, leaning in just slightly. "uh-huh. sure you weren’t."

"shut up, maybank," you chide, though the teasing in your voice was soft, almost affectionate.

he chuckled, the sound low and easy. then, without warning, he nudged you with his shoulder. "you know you can admit it, right?"

"admit what?"

"that i’m devastatingly handsome," he said, shooting you a smile that somehow, even in the dim light, made your heart do a little flip.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that followed. "maybe in certain lighting," you teased, leaning back into him.

as the night wore on, the flickering of the tv faded into the background. you and jj sat there, the quiet stretching between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. in fact, it honestly felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

you found yourself shifting again, this time leaning fully into his side, your head resting on his chest. jj didn’t say anything, but his arm moved around you, pulling you in closer. his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, the warmth of his body against yours was soothing. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the rhythm of it started to lull you into a sense of peace.

"y’know," jj’s voice broke the silence, softer than usual, "i think i could get used to this."

you smiled against him. "what, watching movies and falling asleep on the couch?"

"nah," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "i mean... this." his fingers stilled on your arm, and you felt him hesitate for a moment before he added, "you and me. like this."

you lift your head slightly, glancing up at him, meeting his gaze. his usual playful expression was gone, replaced by something softer, something more serious. in this moment, he was looking at you differently, like he was really seeing you, not just as his best friend, but as something more.

"what do you mean?" you ask quietly, though you had an inkling of where this was going. 

maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what you had been waiting for, even if you hadn’t fully realised it until now.

jj’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if he was trying to find the right words. then, with a small, almost shy smile, he said, "i mean, i don’t think i’m just messing with you when i say you’re beautiful. and i don’t think it’s just about how you look in the mornings, or when you’re trying to surf, or when you’re pretending not to be annoyed at me." he paused, taking a breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "it’s more than that. i feel… something different. and i think i’ve felt it for a while."

you blinked, your heart pounding in your chest. all the teasing, the playful flirting, something you hadn’t let yourself fully consider until right now, with him staring down at you, looking nervous for once in his life.

"i don’t know," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. "i’ve just been thinking… what if we weren’t just friends?"

his words hung in the air between you, heavy with possibility. you could feel the weight of the moment settling in, for a second, you didn’t know what to say. his eyes were fixed on you, waiting. the usual lightness between you seemed to shift, making everything feel a little more real, a little more serious.

but deep down, you already knew the answer.

you swallowed, sitting up a little so you could face him more fully. "jay..," you started, your voice a little shaky, but a smile pulling at your lips. "you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it."

his eyes lit up at your words, and his expression shifted into that familiar grin you knew so well, but this time, there was something softer behind it. "yeah?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

"yeah," you said, nodding, the nervousness in your chest giving way to something warmer. "i’ve kind of been waiting for you to say something. or, i don’t know, for one of us to figure it out."

jj let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "god, we’re idiots, aren’t we?"

"yeah," you agreed, laughing with him. "but we figured it out eventually."

his hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he leaned in closer. the playful smirk was still there, but his eyes were soft, and his thumb gently brushed against your skin. the air between you was charged, but not with the usual banter, this was different. this was real.

"can i–" he started, his voice low, his eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "can i kiss you?"

you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in, closing the space between you, pressing your lips to his. it was soft at first, tentative, like neither of you quite believed this was finally happening. but then, the warmth of his lips against yours, the feel of his hand gently cradling your cheek, it all melted together, the kiss deepened, filled with the weight of everything that had been building the two of you for so long.

when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you let the moment sink in. jj’s hand stayed on your cheek, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. for the first time in a long time, there was no teasing, no jokes. just you and him, and the realisation that this had been there all along.

"so," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with that familiar playfulness. "does this mean i can officially say i’m your favourite?"

you laughed, shaking your head. "you’ve always been my favourite, and you know it, idiot,"

his smile widened, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you settled back into his chest. the tv continued to flicker in the background, but neither of you really paid it any attention. the night stretched on, the silence between you comfortable and warm, and for the first time, you felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

as you drifted into sleep, a small smile crossed your lips. 

you couldn’t shake the sense that things were finally falling into place.

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[sunflowerrosewood]

Mistletoe Confessions ~ Alastor

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: none. This would be as if Christmas was celebrated down at the Hazbin Hotel.

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It was Christmas time at Hazbin Hotel. Charlie wanted to celebrate like the humans do and set the entire place up with decorations. Vaggie was resistant like usual but she agreed anyways. Angel Dust actually set up the lobby along with Niffty. 

You were a resident at the hotel. You actually became friends with Charlie and Vaggie. And Niffty also enjoyed your company. The one you really didn't understand was Alastor. He wasn't the kindest and also not the vilest either. He always seemed to be around you but he usually didn't say much but to Charlie to keep you busy. 

You thought he was attractive and sweet to you. Even if he does seem to avoid you. Alastor always played your favorite music and would watch you from afar. 

Niffty, on the other hand, knew why Alastor "ignored" you. He actually began to fall for you. He knew you were just a resident passing by so he didn't know how long he would keep your pretty face around. You had lived here for a year by now. But you were so sweet and shy with everyone but knew how to keep unwanted demons away. 

You had talked to Charlie, Vaggie, and Niffty about staying here. And as long as you helped around the hotel, you could stay. So Niffty wanted to set something up to force Alastor to confess to you. 

As the Christmas party began, you were dancing to a jazzy Christmas tune with Niffty. You wore a beautiful red sequin dress with some heels. She spun you around the floor and Angel came up to dance. He grabbed your hand and began to dance around the floor.

You did not see Alastor growling while his shadow was pouting behind him. His shadow kept ushering him to ask you out to dance but Alastor's jealousy kept him away. Angel saw Alastor growling to the side. So he kept you busy. 

Niffty saw Alastor off to the side and knew her plane was in motion. She winked at Angel who spun you quickly.

"Let's go Y/n." Angel said as he brought you in the dance.

You twirled and tripped into Alastor's arms. Both of you were blushing. Angel began to snicker and ran away.

"Darling are you okay?" Alastor asked.

"I'm alright. Thank you Alastor." You said blushing as Niffty chuckled. 

"Hey Alastor! Look up!" Niffty yelled out. 

Both of you looked up to the ceiling. You saw the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling and so did Alastor. You blushed and looked away from Alastor. 

"W-well lookie there." Alastor stuttered out. 

"We don't have to." You said as you tried to break out of his arms but Alastor's arms tightened. 

"I need to confess something." Alastor murmured as you heard Niffty squeal.

"What is it?" You asked as Alastor touched your cheek. 

"I have fallen for you Y/n. I did not mean to because I know you do not plan to stay for long but I have fallen for you." Alastor said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

Surprisingly, the kiss was soft and tender. His cool hands still held your face. You kissed back and tangled your fingers in his hair. You both broke away from the kiss and panting. Charlie, Niffty, and Angel began to applaude and cheer. 

"I should admit a couple of things. I have fallen for you as well. Also, I dont plan to leave any time soon. Charlie is letting me stay here." You said as the radio signal screeched. "Al?"

Alastor picked you up and hugged you. He began to twirl and pepper kisses down your neck. You laughed as Alastor stopped spinning. His smile seemed brighter that night. And at the end of the night, it seemed to continue to get brighter.

[vitaetmorsfilo]

this is a list of moments where natsu is smart (and then some, i couldn't stop myself) (episodes from 17 to 32)

- when fighting zalty, upon learning about time arc, deduced that it does not work on people, which ultear elaborated as it not working on any living matter

- when deliora started to crumble, caught on that this damage was not done by him

- when our team returned to the now fully undamaged village, natsu figured that that must be work of time arc

- when sherry and yuka came to village, natsu quickly told erza that yuka's magic can cancel out other's magic (in comparison, lucy told that sherry's magic is controlling trees and stones, like, girl, didn't she explicitly said that she can make puppets out of everything, excluding humans?)

- (on another note, in the episode where natsu, lucy, happy, gray, erza and loki's bodies and souls got shuffled, how did natsu managed to read that spell? it was in an ancient language that gave even levy trouble)

- i mean, even when he turned out mistaken, he recognised happy's egg as dragon's egg, because it had slash-like markings (like, we don't know how exactly dragon eggs look like, so it's a fifty-fifty chance that he was right)

- (on yet another note, makarov saying that you can't hatch an egg with magic? and that in general for there to be life there supposed to be love? it falls pretty in place as to how natsu himself was revived by zeref. after all, zeref genuinely loved natsu, and thats how he managed to revive him in the first place. if he held no love, then natsu would've still be dead after attack on his village. damned stubborn dragneels, amirite?)

- (also, i'm probably being delusional, but aren't first arcs strangely and loosely correlate with natsu's backstory? like, with macao being taken-over by vulcan = how zeref was consumed by his curse? or maybe how they searched for macao, when he was in their sight all along = igneel actually being sealed in natsu's soul, when natsu searched for him all around fiore? and daybreak book being saved by lucy from being destroyed and figuring out secret message from it = lucy being the one who rewrote e.n.d. book thus saving natsu from dying? yep, i'm being delusional-)

- figured that it was gajeel behind the attack on guild hall and team shadow gear (which is, like, okay, for us its obvious, but gajeel seemed surprised when natsu said that, did he really thought so low about natsu that he won't figure it out?)

- (have you fucking seen him when he overheard that lucy was taken by phantom lord? my boy was going to smoke that goon right then and there, he is down bad-)

- (he was SO going to go back to beating the shit out of phantom lord, nevermind his injured guildmates and master and order from erza to retreat, but the moment he saw lucy cry and starting apologising and blaming herself, HE FUCKING FOLDED LIKE A PRETZEL, my boy is down bad)

- went to destroy jupiter before it accumulated power for another shot, which is honestly a solid plan

- when fighting totomaru, under the guise of letting out a roar, managed to spit on totomaru (which is... i don't know if it was intentionally planned or not, it could go either way, but i think the first variant is way funnier)

- managed to redirect totomaru's sword at the giant lacrima, and when he figured out how to fight totomaru by spreading his flames further even if they are under control and how to make them not susceptible to the control itself, got a fluke shot at totomaru that actually went flying into sword in lacrima, which was his target to begin with

- (onto yet another note, what was your fucking plan lisanna? hope that your words alone would reach elfman? without any kind of back-up plan, or at least some thought put into evading him in case he attacks, or measures to defend yourself? you are stupidly lucky that anima picked you up)

- when fighting gajeel, dissipated his roar with bare hands, wild

- when he heard that gajeel's dragon also dissapeared, he quickly connected it with igneel's dissapearence too

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Trans Allegory in Cupid's Last Wish

When I first started my BL journey a few months back, I watched Cupid’s Last Wish as a comparison point for Earth and Mix’s acting after seeing A Tale of A Thousand Stars, because, to be honest, I struggled with Phupa initially and wanted to see if it was a character thing or if Earth just wasn’t a strong actor (I have settled decidedly on Earth being a good actor).  Cupid’s Last Wish did not seem to have the widest reception when it came out and I was deep into a rapid BL Binge Watch, so I wasn’t paying the most attention to the story and what it was trying to say when I initially started it. That is, until Episode 6…when I burst into tears after one particular scene, because I had the sudden realization that this show has a trans allegory baked into it. I wanted to watch it again, using that lens from the beginning. In conversations with @lurkingshan she said she was having trouble connecting with Earth as an actor, and I suggested she try this show because it gave me the info I needed to understand Earth’s acting ability. And we picked up @so-much-yet-to-learn along the way.

And so a group watch began! There will be spoilers in this post.

Plot Summary: “Korn and Win are childhood best friends. Conflicts arise when Win's father includes Korn in his will, granting him part of the family's farm's stocks. Misunderstandings follow, breaking up their friendship of 22 years. Their path crosses again when Win gets into a car accident with his sister Lin, and wakes up to find his soul in her body. To return to his original body, Win, in the body of Lin, sets off on a road trip to collect holy water from 4 temples across the country within 7 days. The companion to his journey is none other than his friend turned foe, Korn.” (My Drama List)

Notes: 

From the point of the body-swap onward, we will be referring to who is shown on screen as Mix or Jan depending on the actor because we are following the character of Win the entire time, and naming the actors is my way of not invalidating the fact that Win is always present even when Lin's body is on screen. 

Anytime we talk about changes in a biological aspect of the story in terms of its connection to trans people, we are referring to the changes trans people commonly experience on HRT (hormone replacement therapy). 

Characters:  Win: Reason All of This Is Happening, played by Mix Sahaphap Korn: Win’s best friend, played by Earth Pirapat Lin: Win’s sister, played by Jan Ployshompoo Non: Win and Korn’s childhood best friend, played by White Nawat

Episode 1: 

One of the first line we get in the show is Win saying “I want a female name”, it is not established until partway through the scene that Win is referring to a female name for a calf. From a trans allegory lens, this is a beautiful establishing moment that there will be gender fuckery about and I love that they let the statement sit for a moment before the reveal.

Win is obviously in love with Korn, Korn is obviously in love with Win, but we see a moment where Win withdraws into himself and gets sad because he sees Korn interacting with Lin and has convinced himself that Korn might not actually feel the same way he does. The jealousy and withdrawn nature that we see occur in Win whenever Korn and Lin interact is going to be a central plot point. 

We see Mix when Win wakes up, and we see him standing on one side of the mirror while Jan’s face is reflected back at him. 

We end the episode with Win waking up in Lin’s body, fighting everybody to try to attack Korn, and then falling into Korn’s arms, where the imagery shifts from Jan in this scene to Mix as Korn holds Win. From the moment that Win is placed into this female body, Korn still sees Win, the man he has known his whole life. 

We identified a pattern going forward: We see Jan when there are multiple witnesses, and we see Mix when it’s just Korn and Win in a scene together or when a scene is shot from Korn’s perspective. 

Episode 2 

We see Jan when Win tries hitchhiking, and when Win’s being harassed by the men that were picked up by the person he was hitchhiking from, and when Win and Korn first sit down at a restaurant. Places where they are in public, places where Win forgets that he is in the body of a woman and therefore more prone to experiencing danger.

At the restaurant, the waitress walks away, and the scene shifts to Mix when Win and Korn are alone and start talking to each other, then back to Jan when a waitress is called to the table. 

At the temple: Mix when Win and Korn are walking alone together, Jan when another person comes to warn them about the spirits in the mountain, and Mix when they are alone again. 

Win realizes he has a much smaller appetite in Lin’s body. Trans appetite change: Real. 

“That bit about not realizing the danger because you never thought of yourself in a position of vulnerability around men. Real.” -@so-much-yet-to-learn

The type of ghost that is said to exist in the woods of the temple, Krasue, is only a head and entrails, no body. That’s trans, baby. 

Episode 3

We see Jan when Win and Korn start running up the stairs towards the temple, Mix when Win faints and gets cradled by Korn. 

“Lin is not as physically strong as you” -Korn 

Something about Korn having to constantly remind Win about the function of the body that he is in reads as trans to me. 

Mix when by themselves, Jan when they run into the woman in the woods, Mix when they leave. 

“Just Being Friendly” plays when Korn covers Win’s eyes (Mix is the person on screen for this) …sure puen puen puen…uh huh. This isn’t part of the trans lens stuff, just noting the irony of the song with what we know about the heart eyes between these two. 

We see Jan at the public temple. 

Win is told by the monk at the second temple: “You are in a female body, keep reminding yourself of that,” Jan’s face: 

Cuts to Mix 

“If you see things with your eyes and not your heart you won’t see clearly. If you cover your eyes with your hand, you will not be completely blind. But if you shut down your heart you will be completely blind.” Identity is internal, Win is still Win even though he’s in Lin’s body, etc. etc. etc. 

Mix when Win and Korn are alone together in the car, Jan when they check in to the hotel.

Win gets a new room when he learns about the open bathroom, “is this because of the sexual tension between Win and Korn or because of the body he’s in?” -smytl. The entire road trip so far, Win has been forgetting about or willfully ignoring the body he is in, but he was just reminded of his body by the abbot. 

We see Jan when Win is on FaceTime with his mom, after their mom overhears her employees gossiping about how she should be worried about her daughter traveling with a man. Switches to Mix when Win is off the phone. 

“Do you not want me to get cold because you don’t want me to be a burden?” \\ “No, because I care…I care about Lin, she’s not as strong as you” \\ “I think Lin’s body needs more rest”  

Korn is always addressing Win but at the same time has to remind Win that he’s in Lin’s body. This is where we can start to see the seeds of doubt about who Korn has feelings for be planted in Win’s mind.

But Korn never has trouble using Win’s name, always referring to Win by his name when they are alone, not trying to maintain pretenses in public. 

Win never sleeps in as late as 8am and then takes a nap in the car

“You sleep better on testosterone, and often sleep for a shorter time,” -smytl

We see Jan in the restaurant

We see Mix in the car once again singing to ‘Just Being Friendly’ 

Episode 4 

We see Mix when Win is by himself, Mix when Korn finds Win, Mix when Korn walks them back through the forest, and Mix all evening and in the morning. We only see Jan when they start walking towards the temple. 

We see Jan at the restaurant talking to the waitress, Mix when it’s just Win and Korn at the table.

“You worry too much about Lin’s body” -Win

We see Mix in the car, Jan at the rest stop and in the bathroom. The fact that we get Jan for the entire time that Win is alone in the bathroom is intriguing in terms of what getting your period does to remind trans people of their bodies. 

They are making brain chemistry a part of the character, they aren’t just plunking a soul into a body. Win’s hunger is impacted, his temperature regulation is impacted, his mood is impacted on his period because he’s experiencing different hormone levels than usual. Noticeable changes in body function can be a part of hormone replacement therapy when people start estrogen, progesterone & spironolactone (transfemme) or testosterone (transmasc). 

We see Mix when Win is crying and getting hugged/comforted by Korn. We see Jan in the restaurant but then Mix when he starts eating.

Episode 5

Let’s talk about all the times we see Mix grappling with the period pain, rather than Jan AND that we see Korn care so well for Win AND that Mix is on screen for those scenes so you know that Korn is seeing Win in these moments despite Win having a period.

“Hearing stories over the years of transmacs being comforted by a partner through period pain…For someone to see you so clearly that something we were raised to consider profoundly gendered could not shake their idea of you?” -smytl

We see Jan at the hotel lobby and in the hotel restaurant when the waitress is there. Mix is present when the waitress walks away and Win’s jealousy comes out to play. Jan is present when Korn’s boss drops by for a chat. Win has an angry reaction to being called Korn’s sister. Win, in fact, gets angry or otherwise upset whenever he is referred to as a woman by Korn

Win gets jealous, Mix is on screen when Win plays up his femininity a bit around Korn’s boss to try to warn Korn’s boss about flirting with him. 

Episode 6

Now, looking at the entire show with a trans-lens means I have found a lot more scenes that I can read as a trans allegory. But Episode 6 truly has the most obvious moments of transness at least to me (a trans person). Win spends a lot of his time this episode looking at himself in mirrors, grappling with the identity of who he is and whose body he is in:

Korn helps Win (Mix) with his seat-belt “When you’re female-presenting, accepting help feels like the status quo. When you’re male-presenting, accepting help is making a conscious choice. There’s subtle shifts, I don’t know how much of it is being out and feeling like myself or hormonal changes adjusting the brain chemistry but I definitely take pride in the ability to do things myself, care for other people in a different quality than I used to before.” -smytl

We see Mix when Win is leaving the car and running to the stable, Jan when they get to the stable. Korn called Win “Lin” when he fainted after treating Katin’s bloat (Katin is Win’s most favorite dairy cow) because they are around everyone at the farm. Korn is intentionally mis-identifying Win because they are around Win’s entire family who do not know that Win is in the wrong body.  

Korn’s calls Win “Lin” again when he pulls Win away from his cousins. His aunt and uncle pick up on the fact that Lin is acting like Win. We see Mix when we cut to Korn carrying Win away and talking with his friend. Again, intentionally mis-identifying Win because they are around people who are not aware. 

Win looks in the mirror and sees Lin.

“You looked just like Win, I wondered if you swapped bodies.” 

We see Jan on the farm, and with White’s character (White’s character is in love with Lin so it makes sense that he is seeing Lin’s body).

We see Mix when Korn arrives on scene.

“Please keep Lin safe” says Win’s Mom, and Korn and Win share a knowing glance. 

“Mom was right. He loves Lin.” THEN MIX STARES INTO THE SIDE MIRROR OF THE CAR AND JAN STARES BACK (Win looks and sees Lin).

Gifs from @thepancakelady

Now this is the point where we remember that most of this episode has been spent back home, where everyone around Win kept seeing and referring to him as Lin. Even Korn did it to not…literally out Win. And then they leave, Korn says “I don’t love Lin any more than you” and Win convinces himself that Korn is in love with Lin. Because he just spent all this time being around people that did not affirm his identity. 

Which leads to the scene that started it all. 

Here we are with Win repeating over and over and over again “You are Lin. You’re not Win. You’re Lin. You’re not Win. You are Lin. You’re not Win. You are Lin. You’re not Win. You are Lin.” 

Every example that he thinks about in his time with Korn on this road trip where Korn is caring for Win physically, Win replaces himself with the image of Lin’s body. THIS! SHOW! IS! TRANS!

Win (as Mix) runs to the ocean and has a massive screaming breakdown in the water. I don’t know about anyone else, but that sort of frustrated, heartbroken all-consuming rage is something that was very familiar to me when I came home and had my identity constantly undermined by my family.

“I don’t want to have good feelings for you anymore” \\ “Why not?’ \\ “I don’t want to be soft again.”There is something to be said here about toxic masculinity classifying softness as a negative thing and Win grappling with feeling perceived as feminine leading up to this. But more likely, based on the context of the previous scene, Win is struggling with the idea that Korn’s connection is to Lin’s body and not to Win’s soul. 

Episode 7

We see Jan at the wheel when it was just Win and Korn in the car in order to signify that Win is dealing with less developed upper body strength, this is one of the only times we see Jan on screen when it is just Korn and Win alone, but it quickly cuts back to Mix. We see Jan in public again. We see Mix when Korn starts massaging Win’s shoulders. In fact, every point of physical care and intimacy that we see between Win and Korn, Mix is the one on screen. When we did see Jan on screen with Korn in the flashbacks Win has in Episode 6, he is literally shifting his own mental image of the body he is in. But Korn only ever sees Mix. But Win is so caught up in the body he is in that he routinely fails to account for all the moments of emotional intimacy and care that Korn gives him throughout the journey. 

We see Jan when Win starts eating, and then Mix when Korn ties up his hair. 

Korn switches to sleeping on the floor instead of the bed at this point, despite the fact they have shared a bed multiple times by this point. The end credit scene shows Korn holding Win’s hand from the floor, so the most likely interpretation is that Korn is deeper in his feelings and isn’t sure he can bear sleeping next to Win.  

We see Jan around others.

Episode 8 

Win dreams of Lin. This is one in a number of examples of dissociation as a form of dysphoria.

Win and Korn confess their love for eachother and share a brief kiss. Win very quickly realizes the body that he is in, and overthinks how Korn must be viewing him. Win breaks the kiss, and stays far away from Korn the rest of the evening.

Lin wakes up in Win’s body. Non sees Mix at first, realizes that it’s Lin and then sees Jan. In previous scenes with just Non and Win, Jan is on screen (unless Korn is also present in which case Mix is there). Non is in love with Lin and therefore sees Lin’s body when he’s interacting with Win.

We see Mix when their Mom comes in. 

When Win has the flashbacks to everything, he keeps forgetting about the stuff that Korn did to make him smile, the emotional connections, he only remembers the times that Korn took care of his body, but this time he sees himself instead of Lin.

Non sees Mix in Lin’s body and Jan in Mix’s body so he’s also internalized the consciousness of the person. 

Something about the solidarity between Win and Lin when they first meet again, seeing each other in their respective bodies in a way many around them don’t. That’s trans friendship, baby! 

When their bodies are switched back, Korn immediately makes eye contact with Win because he’s always always seen Win. Korn has been traveling with Lin’s body this whole time, but the person he has been through all of this with is Win. When Win is finally in the body that is his, Korn needs no time at all to adjust. 

Episode 9

Swapping the bodies back in the hospital feels very medical, with the monk asking everyone to leave the room while he performs the body reassignment, and then walking calmly out to Korn and Non waiting in the chairs asking how the procedure went.

Episode 10 

“How could I not know my own children?” “More a generally queer thing than specifically trans, but a parent (anyone) so entrenched in their idea of you that they remain oblivious to what seem like obvious discrepancies to others. Continuing to act under that assumption until you are forced to confront their misperception and correct it because you can't continue the lie anymore.” -smytl. 

Wardrobe Choice

Win’s wardrobe throughout the show consists entirely of simple, utilitarian clothes that are loose and prioritize comfort over style. It follows the same stylistic choices consciously made by many transmasc individuals, namely selecting articles of clothing that obscure or draw attention away from certain features. Some of this may be attributed to Mix’s choice and comfort level in clothing (but this is a trans allegory so we’re analyzing the wardrobe with that lens). The choice in attire becomes more apparent when Jan is on screen as Win, and we see Win as Jan choose to continue to wear Win’s clothing as what is most comfortable for him.

Those styles are: 

Loose pants, often cut to have added structure or with side pockets along the hip or thigh, which break up any curve there in a silhouette. 

Multiple layers of t-shirt and jacket or overshirt when out in public, usually left open in the front. The parallel vertical lines of the placket draw the eye up to the collar and away from the chest. The straight lines also minimize the appearance of any curves beneath, and make the torso seem boxier.

Jackets with multiple patches or patterns, or plaid flannel shirts, which again visually distract to break up body lines. The only time we see Win without these added layers is when he is alone with Korn, in a hotel room where he cannot be seen by passers by, where his focus is on relief from period pain. His decision to wear a simple t-shirt without the added layers shows his comfort level with Korn is higher than anyone else, to take off the layers of protection and concealment. 

And the most prominent wardrobe choice, a sling bag carried cross-body in front, which covers and draws focus away from the chest beneath. This can also be a form of emotional armor or comfort item to hold onto for reassurance under stress, and is indeed gripped as such in moments of tension throughout the show. The bag is only used during the body swap and when out in public.

Final Thoughts

Notably, we didn’t notice a lot of gendered language being used until Win and Lin are back in their respective bodies. And in the rare instances of gendered language being used during the body swap (like in Episode 4) the pronouns are messed up. Win (played by Jan in this moment) says “krub” initially and then changes it to “kha” when he remembers that he’s in a woman’s body.

Something else that truly makes us capable of reading it as trans, rather than a typical body swap, is that for the majority of the show, only one body has been swapped. Lin’s soul is stuck in limbo for most of the show, leaving Win’s body an empty, waiting vessel. Jan is utilized in this show mostly as a reminder to the viewers that the outside world is seeing Korn with Lin when they are on their journey.  Do we think the trans allegory is intentional? Honestly, no. But watching the show with that lens in mind, seeing the body swap as an allegory for transness does greatly improve the story. It still falters at the end, the plot is not revolutionary. But it holds a lot more meaning, has a lot more weight if you see the barrier to Win and Korn actually getting together as Win being unable to believe that Korn is actually seeing Win this whole time. Win is convinced Korn sees him as Lin and would not actually love him as a man. And it makes Korn’s love and care for Win more powerful if you read the story as trans and know Korn has seen Win, as a man, the entire time, despite him being in a female body. 

(shout out to @so-much-yet-to-learn and @lurkingshan for their contributions during the watch party and in writing this post, this was a group effort)

[fandoms-in-law]

Restored Places

Summary: When Adam put the world back to rights he did a bit more for the bookshop and Bentley. When Heaven and Hell decide Crowley and Aziraphale can't keep them what Adam did comes to light. Cause Heaven and Hell won't get to take that pair from their bookshop and car.

Author's note: I have no clue if this is crack or what actually defines crack fic, but this definitely wasn't a serious fic at all and I am just having all the fun with it.

My idea for today: The bookshop and Bentley being places that can't be properly taken from of have Aziraphale or crowley blocked from because Adam restored these places for them specifically

/\/\

Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t notice it immediately, in fact they weren’t even the first ones to notice just how much power and connection Adam had put in when restoring their little parts of the world.

Crowley would claim later on that of course they would have done if they’d been safe going home as themselves, something would have told them in that moment. He’d be wrong and only admit to that when pointing out no angel or demon could recognise what was occurring when accused of doing it themselves.

Roughly a month after heaven and hell tried to kill Aziraphale and Crowley respectively they were each summoned again, invited in terms that clearly said they’d be kidnapped again if failing to attend.

The meetings were short and soon enough they were meeting at the duck pond from a quick call.

“Your car’s gone.” Aziraphale observed as Crowley came over, getting a nod.

Crowley glanced around, “And you’re no longer in your bookshop.” He agreed, sitting beside him as if the boxes of books weren’t going to need a continual miracle to maintain them outside for a while.

“Apparently it’s not allowed.” came the response. They didn’t talk more, watching the ducks together, silently assured they wouldn’t be alone now their primary shelter’s had been taken. Crowley wondered if he should be more annoyed about the flat than his car but decided holding a grudge over his Bentley was most important.

/\/\

Gabriel had only just assigned a new angel to watch over Earth, only finished telling Aziraphale an hour ago that “Get out of the bookshop. It’s Heaven’s embassy so you can’t stay there when not working for us.”

Now the angel he’d given the task to had appeared back in front of him. “Sorry Gabriel, but I can’t get into the bookshop.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded, already heading to the list to earth.

“Well I started getting it set up and had a few customers but as soon as I tried to complete a sale, the books were back on shelves, and I along with the customers were outside locked doors I can’t get to open again.” They explained hurrying along behind him.

Gabriel stared, face not quite shifting enough to frown, “Whatever Aziraphale’s done will be undone.”

/\/\

Hastur had taken the Bentley. He’d kicked Crowley out of the car with a sneer, “This was brought with Hell’s funds. You aren’t keeping it.”

He knew he probably wasn’t either and frankly didn’t want to have to spend more time on Earth as whoever replaced Crowley would need to.

He didn’t expect the car to throw him out as if it was suddenly alive, or drive off without anyone in it.

/\/\

“I come to see London and you’re in the wrong place.” Adam’s commanding voice called over to them.

Mr Young was hurrying after him saying something about there being other bookshops in London and asking how his kid knew where the owner was. “I need to learn about Chernobyl. You have books on that, right?” Adam asked, ignoring his Dad.

Aziraphale turned to look through his boxes, but blinked at the child having one of them in his arms. “Come on. This should be done in the bookshop.”

“You aren’t robbing this gentleman.” Mr Young caught up enough to call.

“I’m not Dad. We’re helping take these boxes over to their car. You do say I should do good deeds, right?” Adam soothed, ignoring that neither Aziraphale or Crowley had actually said anything to him yet.

Crowley was grinning between the former antichrist and the car that they could see pulling up to the pavement. “You boy should never be grounded ever again. He’s brilliant trouble.”

“Not sure how trouble can be a good thing but I’ll take that as advice from someone who’s clearly not a parent.” Mr Young grumbled, picking up one of the boxes. “Why’d you bring all your boxes over here anyway?”

Aziraphale sheepishly chuckled. “There was a miscommunication. What bookshop was your son trying to visit?”He asked, knowing it would seem odd for him to focus on Adam when his parent’s there. “I run one myself so might be able to help.”

“Of course you can. It’s your shop.” Adam stated, already having deposited the box he’d taken in the Bentley. “I know you’ve got something on nuclear power and I’m combining my history and science projects to learn about Chernobyl. You can help, right? I know books have been sold today.”

He offered a tight smile to the boy. “Let’s see what’s there once we’re back at the shop.”

As soon as they’d driven off in the Bentley Crowley burst out laughing, “That kid. That absurd, wonderful kid.”

“He better not expect me to actually sell him a book, no matter how helpful this is.” Aziraphale muttered, but had a smile on his face.

/\/\

Shax had thought that being in charge of spreading corruption on Earth would involve more temptations and suggesting evil deeds to people and far far less trying to locate a car.

Most of the times Hell contacted her began in a similar vein:

“And you say the car’s gone?” Whichever demon contacting her asked.

Shax would check from the flat’s window. “It just drove off so Crowley has it.”

“Bastard.”

She didn’t understand just what was so special about the car for Crowley to keep stealing it or Hell to keep trying to take it back. It was just a car.

/\/\

Crowley lounged on the cliff side near Wick, half watching Aziraphale attempt to be interested in the wildlife rather than the road they could just see. “You’d think they’d realise this won’t work by now.” He remarked, “No car or plants Six hundred miles from your bookshop and it’s still isn’t successful.

“It’s good for us that they don’t.” Aziraphale stated, before gesturing to the horizon, “Looks like our lift home is here.”

“Are you wondering how Adam accomplished this as much as I am?” Crowley asked, stretching as he stood. If he hadn’t been sure the Bentley would be fast to reach them he’d have curled on the cliffs as a serpent.

Aziraphale nodded, “Indubitably but I doubt we’ll get any answers over it.”

/\/\

Gabriel had grown bored of being told their attempts to replace Aziraphale had ended up with the bookshop kicking them out. “Uriel, go down with them and sort out this problem.” He ordered the fifth time he was told of it happening.

“We’ve tried that twice now. Whatever Aziraphale’s done has made the shop refuse any other occupant.” Uriel stated, making no move to follow the order.

“Then find him and make him tell us what he’s done.”

/\/\

If it wasn’t always against them then Crowley would be impressed at how easily they seemed to get Heaven and Hell working together, as it was, “Hi, welcome to Earth, are you having a pleasant visit?”

“We’re in disguise.” Uriel stated.

Beelzebub and Shax laughed, “As aliens? What makes you think that doesn’t stand out.”

“You all stand out in alien costumes or not. Why are you here?” Crowley asked, seeing Aziraphale finally put down the book he’d been reading. Once more they’d been dropped off in a random town at least 100 miles from London to try and separate them from the Bentley and bookshop but this time two angels and two demons remained.

“How are you getting the Bentley back? Why’z he still got the Bookshop?” Beelzebub asked.

Crowley lounged back against the bench. “Wasn’t us. Never devised it or do anything to cause it.” He dismissed, realising they wouldn’t ask anything interesting.

“There are human theories of items having a preference as to their owner. Perhaps they’re more truthful than I previously believed.” Aziraphale offered.

“Lies.” Uriel stated. “We know you did something.”

Crowley huffed, sitting up, “Nah. You know something was done. If it was any kind of miracle you’d know that, but you don’t.”

Shax moved as if to attack him, stopped by Beelzebub holding a hand up. “Maybe we should just destroy the car then.”

“You tried that already, last week. My neighbours were very concerned over the blast.” Aziraphale chided.

“And it’z ztill driving up the road towards us.” Beelzebub pointed. “What did you do?”

The pair shared a glance, “Not a clue, but it was Adam, not us, if anything was done.”

“The antichrist? What do you mean it was him?” Uriel asked, eyes narrowed.

Aziraphale turned to stand near the edge of the road. “In trying to stop the apocalypse my bookshop was burned down and Crowley’s car caught on fire. Adam restored them when he undid everything and since then you haven’t been able to prevent us from having them. It’s simple to reason that in the restoration he did something to make that so, but I couldn’t say what.”

Uriel looked to the angel Aziraphale hadn’t heard the name of, before nodding. “Then, we suppose, that you can be permitted to remain in the bookshop but it’s status as an embassy of heaven will be revoked”

“Guess we’ve not got the resources to keep taking the car from you. Shax had better start spreading evil and temptations instead.” Beelzebub decided.

“Bye then.” Crowley agreed, getting in the car before anything more could be said, Aziraphale already in it now it’d pulled up.

They drove in silence for a while, Aziraphale not even making a comment on the speed they were going.

“Let’s enjoy the peace now.”

/\/\

A week had gone since Aziraphale left to try and change heaven. Crowley had left Whickber Street only once when the annoyance at what had happened got too much.

Muriel hadn’t opened the shop except between midnight and 1am each night.

It was now midday and Crowley invited himself in readily, knowing that sooner or later he’d find his friend there.

“Oh I – Metatron said not to let you in.” Muriel said, hurrying over and gesturing back to the door.

Crowley almost cooed as he replied, “He says a lot of shit. Let’s see if the shop agrees with him.” The shop had never really shown a way to react to them, beyond apparently kicking people out but he’d never witnessed that, but here the rug tugged itself and him further into the shop, towards the chairs.

Muriel had begun speaking as this happened, “The shop can’t – Oh, so I can let you in?” She asked, blinking at the action.

“You’d have a job keeping me out. Need a few pointers keeping this place ready for Aziraphale to come back?” He offered, knowing she was basically just a pawn in the game being played.

“Yes please.” She easily agreed, only frowning a moment later. “He’s coming back?”

Crowley pointed out of the window. “That car follows the pair of us around since the last apocalypse that wasn’t. It got blew up last week and within an hour it had reformed. Aziraphale will be back.” He confirmed.

They’d never really tested to see if whatever Adam had done would impact themselves but the fact it still worked reassured Crowley that his friend would be back in the bookshop soon enough.

[snuff-loves-men]

ALP Character HCs

⋆GN!Reader + NSFW HCs

⋆list includes: Connor Temple & Johnny Harker

*note: I jus wanna get this shit outta my drafts

Connor Temple ✮

Pre-relationship

• Met you when he attended college and immediately latched onto you

• You humored his ridiculous conspiracies, enjoyed his passion for prehistoric things and theories and had similar interest in movies

• Was thrilled to have more friends

• When he pulled out of college, you sought him out, it worried you that such a bright peer dropped college for seemingly no good reason

• He sort of accidentally maybe told you a bit about the anomalies and what he was doing with Professor Cutter

• You obviously thought he was batshit insane but lo and behold, he was telling the truth

• You figured that out the hard way when you encountered an entelodont fresh out of a rip in time

• Needless to say that changed your view a bit

• So you became a sort of witness to the whole ARC operation until you were recruited to be “the help”, basically just doing whatever the main team didn’t do [like paperwork…]

• After a few months of working there you, Connor and Abby started to get close, forming a little group

• Occasionally when you weren’t held up at work or they weren’t risking their lives, you’d all hang out.

• It was a cute dynamic for a while

• Until you and Connor started to hang out seperately

• Bringing him over to your flat a handful of times w/out Abby

• When Abby caught wind of this, she had a bit of a feeling where it was heading

• You and Connor ended up becoming best friends, spending pretty much any spare moment you could with each other, Abby sometimes tagging along for the adventure

• Then another noticeable dynamic started, where you would start messing with Connor and he’d be blissfully unaware of the fact you were joking

• Has no idea what’s going on when you flirt w/him

• Thinks it’s just a “fun friend dynamic” at first

• Uh-huh, cuddling up with your homies during movie night is suuuuper normal, Con.

• You don’t hold your friend’s hand from time to time? Psshh, weird.

• You gotta cry into your bros arms every now and then, y’know, for your health

• Abby points out the fact that you’re actually being very forward w/him

• He doesn’t believe her at first and just excuses it but she quotes some of the most unhinged things you’ve said to him and it finally clicks

• Slowly he starts to flirt back and you jump on that shit immediately

• He pulls a “make me” and you almost explode

• Struggles to get acclimated to using the humor he used w/ Abby on a guy

• He gets it but it takes a minute

• Eventually you two get into a sorta will-they-won’t-they because it’s Connor and he’s perpetually confused about relationships

• You close the deal and give him a kiss plus an extensive talk on relationships bcs he needs deets

• Everyone in the ARC catches on pretty quick

• Of course they clown on you two for it bcs duh

• Once Stephen saw you two have a tender moment and just ragged on you for like 5 minutes and Connor got super embarrassed until he realized he was joking

• Abby was super supportive but also your biggest bully

• She mostly picked on Connor but every now and again she’d change targets

• Overall lots of figuring each other out and starting some cute little dynamics

Established Relationship

• Lots of time spent in each other’s work spaces not getting work done bcs you two were fucking around doing random stuff

• He also stayed around your place and eventually moved in cause when has he ever held down a flat that was his?

• You had to fully mold him into a better roommate there was absolutely no way you were gonna put up w/ that

• Steals ur shirts and over-layer clothes [borderline klepto when it comes to clothes]

• Has made you late to work so many times

• Can’t cook for shit so you have to do it for him

• A very good helper in the kitchen but otherwise culinarily inept

• Loves helping you with chores and other various excuses to share some cute domestic moments

• Had to be retaught how to do laundry cause what the fuck was he doing before??

• Asked you to help decorate his room when he moved to your flat and you made fun of all his nerd stuff [he claimed you were jealous of his collection]

• Harasses you to come to movie nights w/ Tom and Duncan

• Movies nights just turn into all four of you talking over the movie and ranting abt your opinions on it

• Lots of debates abt in universe realism and plot holes

• Con infodumps relentlessly about Star Wars or other such sci-fi type movies/shows whenever he’s given the chance

• You two go back and forth about your fixations and listen to each other equally because ur gross and in love

• Enables your fixations like you enable his

• Otherwise has a bit of trouble listening the first time and has to be reminded of things

• Very grateful for your patience with him

• Lots and lots of affection and compensation for “dealing” with him [it’s really not that bad but he feels guilty so you let him]

• Insanely loving and affectionate in private but dials it back in public

• Has a weird thing with PDA, very on and off with it depending on the situation [usually PDA positive]

NSFW

• Gets turned on so fast

• If you touch him a certain way or talk to him in a way he likes there’s like a 9/10 chance he’s tomato red and tugging his shirt down

• Make a comment on his body and he’s beet red

• If you put your hands on his waist he’s fully leaning back and melting into your touch

• Mindlessly run your hands on his sides and he’s shivering at the feel

• He loooooves when you make him feel weightless, tossing him around or picking him up has him giggling like a schoolgirl

• Fully sits on your lap whatever chance he gets

• God forbid things actually get hot and heavy

• If you make out with him he’s whining and open-mouthed

• Touch his thighs and his hips twitch until he remembers himself

• Will crawl into your lap and grind on you if you let him

• Goes crazy for neck kisses

• Insanely easy to wind up

• Takes him a while to get over his virgin demeanor but he gets there

• Used to be a very selfish lover until he learned how much he loves making you feel good

• Either a service top or the bottomiest bottom

• Won’t turn down doing nothing but generally tries not to

• Sometimes he completely forgets in the heat of the moment and just lets you do whatever

• Eager to please at all times, will try pretty much anything if he thinks you’ll like it

• Once you find stuff you both like he wants it any time you guys do the dirty

• He figured out he liked being manhandled and you were on it

• If you push him up against a wall it’s over

• Not like he weighs very much but it still makes him feel special

• You also made a habit of overstimulating him because he cries but still tries so hard to keep from pulling away because he still wants it

• On certain days he’ll specifically seek out that treatment

• Likes to feel powerless against you [really he just likes the attention and how it feels but that’s his “reasoning”]

• Vibrators.

• That’s it.

• Simultaneously his favorite and least favorite addition to the bedroom

• Loves when it’s used on him but also gets easily overwhelmed by it

• It’s so-so

• Face down ass up type of guy

• Takes that position pretty much every time you two fool around

• Likes when you grab his waist and get rough

• Also likes when you slap his ass but that’s only sometimes

• Emotional during sex, 100%

• Not the cry during sex type but gets very sappy

• Lots of “I love you”s in his horny ramblings

• Begs.

• Doesn’t even have to be prompted he just does it when he’s close

• So very vocal

• Not loud vocal rather he makes some semblance of noise the whole time, very whiney

• Likes being marked up with hickies only you two can see, he likes seeing the reminders of what you two did

• Lots of kisses and tenderness, loves feeling close to you during it

• Needy once he’s in the moment but usually doesn’t initiate

• If he initiates he is incredibly horny

• Those are usually the times he has to be touching you no matter what

• He’ll be all over you, constantly demanding your attention and touch

• Though it’s rare he ever gets like that

• Usually only if you tease him a bunch but never give him any release

• Not an overtly sexual person but obviously won’t turn it down

Johnny Harker ✮

pre-relationship

• Asshole.

• There’s no polite way of going about it he’s just sort of an asshole

• Has a bad habit of taking his anger out on you

• Fist fought you more than once

• Not a great start but any sort of relationship w/Johnny is hard earned

• He makes it difficult on purpose

• If you partner up w/ him on the job he will shit on you for any missteps or slip ups

• Has pointed a loaded gun at you at least once during a really bad fight

• You’ve kicked his ass [if you bring it up he’ll start shit all over again]

• Very bitter if you outdo him at something

• Once you earn his respect, he eases up a bit and cuts you some slack

• Takes a while but starts biting his tongue if you do something he disagrees with

• Starts to actually joke with you and let you see his less serious side

• He starts to act like a somewhat normal person once he knows you’re in it for the long haul and aren’t a coward

• Fights get less common but still happen bcs he’s perpetually pissed off

• One time you got hurt really bad and he damn near had a stroke, lots of conflicting emotions

• It’s hard for him to comfort people, he has a hard time not just logic-ing his way through other people’s problems

• Will always patch up your wounds and poke fun at you for getting them

• Same goes the other way around, you once stitched up a bad gash on his stomach and he couldn’t stop staring at you

• Would never in a million years admit to having feelings for anyone first

• You made the mistake of joke flirting with him once and he had a moment of “proving” how straight he was and it actually contradicted his whole point

• Gets butt hurt whenever someone jokes about you guys’ odd relationship

• Slowly starts to get defensive over you but will always deny it if you bring it up

• Finds any excuse to spend time with you

• He teaches you how to disassemble all of the guns in the armory and how to clean and work each one

• Tells you about any and all tech he has in the hideout

• Literally just wants to teach you stuff because it makes him feel good and brings you two closer

• Still, never gonna admit it

• After a really bad mission where you fully almost died he was livid pissed, simultaneously at you but also in general

• He took some of his frustration and worry out on you

• You obviously didn’t respond great to that after almost getting murked

• It turned to pushes and shoves until uh oh, you were against a wall

• It went how you’d expect, after a moment of high tension and debating wether or not you should throw a punch, he kissed you

• Hard and rough, almost hard enough to bruise

• Till eventually he dialed it back a bit to a somewhat normal make out sesh

• Still hot and heavy tho bcs duh it’s Johnny Harker

• Needless to say there was no prancing around it after that

• He started warming up to the idea of being a little more openly caring

• It was a hard lesson for him to learn

• Until this time he got badly hurt and realized he never wanted to feel like he didn’t get a chance to say what he truly felt for you

• So he sucked it up and started properly communicating and occasionally showing affection aside from the seldom shoulder pat

• You off handedly brought up your relationship and how you noticed a change in him

• That got him talking about how he really felt

• Thus, the relationship bloomed

established relationship

• it takes him a comedically long time to realize being in a relationship usually means showing it

• god forbid you try to show him affection when someone else is around

• does some dramatic shit like rip his hand away and look at you like you kicked his dog or some shit

• whenever you’re in private tho? he won’t leave you alone. he’ll be sitting right next to you, shoulders touching at minimum at all times. holding your hand or having you lean on him

• he’ll probably kill you and then himself if someone catches you, but it’s worth it.. probably

• so, so touch starved. it’s sad

• anytime you two have a cute domestic moment, he gets really existential and weird

• to him, any sort of relationship is hard to find and even harder to keep due to how he lives, so you were a total enigma to him

• it all comes back to him being grateful you’re there

• if you tell a soul he said those words he’ll punch you in the throat

• anyways

• going on missions together is always a massive hit or miss

• you’re either the perfect duo, killing vamps like it’s nothing, or constantly arguing and unable to find a good method

• most times you’re a good duo, tho, hold onto that

• insanely protective and possessive of you. like, concerningly so sometimes

• if any of his teammates act a certain way around you? he’s staring. if they joke flirt w you? he’s there. if they try some shit? his hand is on your waist and he’s starting shit

• not to mention if shit goes sideways on a mission, he’s like an animal, it’s scary

• will either fully deny he’s like that or be like “duh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t murder someone for you?? tf??”

• no in between

• loves food

• the way to his heart is thru food and a good drink

• whisky drinker probably

• make this man some home cooked food, give him a glass of cheap whisky, plant a kiss on him and he’s head over heels

• if he wasn’t favoring you before, he was now

• if you two ever fight, bringing him a plate of food will almost always make him more receptive to conversation

• listens a loooot better after a while of you two dating

• he becomes way less insufferable tbh

• overall, a very broody, protective partner who adores your presence in his life

NSFW

• low sex drive

• he just doesn’t really seek it out

• but catch him at the right moment, and he’s on you like a dog

• fresh off a mission, during a spar session or in the middle of an argument? he’s hard as a rock

• he’s an adrenaline junkie, so anything that gets his cortisol levels concerningly high turns him on

• he’s odd

• loves being kind of mean during it

• big into degradation, he thinks it’s so hot

• both ways, if you call him desperate or useless he’ll explode

• biting.

• he loves biting you and leaving a shit ton of marks

• he wants everyone to see that shit

• almost always plants a big bite right on your neck, it’s like his signature

• very proud

• always strives to make you as noisy as possible, abusing all of your weaknesses at once to achieve it

• orgasm denial is big on his list of yeses

• hearing you beg to cum gives him an insane power trip, and he’ll never get sick of it

• also makes an attempt to cum inside you every time, another ‘marking’ thing, but you think he just doesn’t wanna pull out

• you don’t blame him

• loves when you ride him, being able to look up at you and guide you through while not having to do as much work is heaven

• definitely holds you really tight no matter the position, he either holds your hips or wraps you up in a sort of hug

• even if he’s rough he still wants to be close to you

• very very selfless lover

• if you want it, he’ll go as long as you want him to

• still asks for some reciprocation from time to time and who would deny that face?

• he’s such a sucker for blowjobs oh my god

• fastest way to make him nut is probably giving him a bj

• he’s normally the grunting type, but he’ll get vocal during a blowie

• full blown whines and praise if you catch him in a really horny moment, he’d also have little to no restraint and try to fuck your face tbh

• he has a hard time roping in any of his physical impulses like holding too tight, pulling and pushing or whatever else, but he gets a handle on it eventually

• overall 10/10 good lay, definitely would be an even better hate-fuck

[jayjaymorgan]

The Senator of the Forsaken - Part I

Author’s Note : This is a rewritten and, I hope, a better version of the fic previously known as The Senator and His Bodyguard. The plot has changed a lot, but I hope that you all enjoy it. @farkmagic thanks for the help with the story! Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : mention of racism towards clones

Rex was nervous.

It wasn’t the first time he was here, in the Senate, but this time was different. Very different. The new armor felt tight and incredibly uncomfortable, especially the helmet, which he was holding under his arm. It would take some time to break the said armor in, so for now he had to endure it. “Grand Convocation Chamber – level 8.” said the metallic voice, informing the turbolift’s passengers that they have reached their destination. The door opened with a quiet hum and the man stepped out, looking around anxiously. The Grand Concourse, which was the large, canyon-like hallway that ringed the Grand Convocation chamber and ascended up and around the Senate Chamber, was packed with senators and diplomats, who were also accompanied by their counselors and bodyguards. Their voices bounced off of the stone walls, creating a deafening cacophony of sounds as they shouted to one another, arguing about something, some ready to throw hands. Rex walked along the wall, careful not to bump into anyone, until a voice called out among the noise, catching his attention. “Hey, new guy! Over here!” The clone looked around, spotting a dark skinned man dressed in blue armor, waving at him. He quickly realized that the man was the captain of the Senate Guard, the white symbol on his shoulder pad only confirming it. He approached the man, weaving through the crowded hallway with ease before stopping next to him and saluting. “CT-7567, at your service.” “At ease.” the captain said, turning around and motioning at the clone to follow him. “The meeting will start any moment now, we need to hurry.” Rex followed him,  countless questions racing in his head as they walked, slowly making their way to the Senate Arena through the crowded hallway. He didn’t know what was going on or what he was doing here, dressed in the blue armor of a Senate Guard, away from his brothers... “You okay?” “W-what?” the clone looked up at the man, caught off guard. “You look troubled.” he said, sending Rex a reassuring smile. “Are the nerves getting to you?” “Kind of... sir.” he admitted, looking away. “No shame in that, soldier.” the man said. “Tell me : do you have a name? Other than your identification code.” “Rex. My brothers called me Rex.” “I’m Doran. I’m the Senate Guard’s captain and your new boss. I expect that you have questions?” “I do. Quite a lot actually.” Rex said, getting a nod in response. “I’ll try to answer as many as I can.” “What am I doing here?” the moment he opened his mouth, all the questions came pouring out. “What are my duties? Am I being reassigned from the 501st? And why...?” “Whoa! Hold your horses!” Doran said, placing a hand on the clone’s shoulder. “One question at the time. Long story short, you are being temporarily reassigned from the 501st battalion to work as a personal bodyguard for one of the senators. You will be briefed later, once we clean up this mess.” He said, gesturing at the crowded hallway. “But basically, you will accompany the senator everywhere : public meetings, delegations, travels, everything, unless told otherwise.” he explained before handing Rex a datapad. “Here’s everything you need to know about the job : the list of your duties, reports, schedule and the do’s and don’t’s...” He suddenly stopped, catching the clone by surprise. He looked up and saw an elegant woman standing before them, dressed in a tasteful, blue-gray patterned dress, with a gold panel and a dark shawl draped loosely around her shoulders. She wore only a few pieces of jewelry, which consisted of a pair of silver earrings and three broaches of the same color, that decorated the mentioned shawl. A crescent-shaped hair accessory held her long, brown hair in place and she turned to them and bowed her head, smiling warmly. She didn’t have to introduce herself, one look at her and Rex immediately knew who she was. “Senator Amidala.” the captain said, returning the gesture. “I didn’t see you there.” “Hello, Doran.” she responded, before her eyes landed at the clone. “You must be the new guard Doran mentioned, am I right?” “Yes, sir, ma’am, I mean...” Rex looked down, embarrassed. “’Senator’ is just fine.” she said, then looked back at Doran. “I can take it from here, captain.” “Are you sure, senator?” “Yes. I know that you’ve been really bust and I don’t want you working overtime, again.” “If you insist, senator. Rex, please accompany senator Amidala to the chamber.” the man said, turning to the clone. “Stop by my office in the evening, when the night guards take over.” “Yes, sir.” They watched as Doran walked away, into the crowd, before turning back to face one another. “Shall we?” Amidala asked, motioning with her hand. “Of course.” he offered her his arm, which she gladly took, and started leading the way, slowly making their way to the repulsorpods. “It’s an honor to met you, senator.” “Likewise, Rex.” she said. “I’ve heard great things about you, about your service at the front.” “Well, I was just doing my job.” “Don’t be so modest.” she lightly tugged at his arm, so he didn’t bump into a wall. “Watch out.” “Forgive me for my curiosity, but do you know who I will be protecting?” he asked, once he got his bearings. “Also, from what I heard, when a senator’s life is threatened, a Jedi is assigned as their bodyguard, not a clone.” “What you’ve heard is true, but this is an exception. I won’t go into the details, but he refused to have a Jedi assigned to him for... various reasons.” Padmé explained. “And to answer your first question, we’re on our way to see him.” Rex nodded, which was followed by of few moments of uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t help but notice how some of the gathered looked at him as they made their way through the crowded hallway. They looked at him with surprised looks, which quickly turned into ones of anger, judgment, even disgust. To them, clones were lesser beings, tools that just happened to breathe and have consciousness. Seeing one, here, in the Senate, one of the most protected places on the whole planet, was like seeing a dirty, disease carrying vermin. He was used to this kind of treatment, but he still couldn’t help looking down, to avoid looking at the people surrounding him. He felt ashamed and so out of place, at this point the battlefield filled with droids seemed more welcoming that this place. “Ignore them.” The clone looked up, caught off guard. The woman walking next to him slightly tightened her grip on his elbow, her head held high. He haven’t even realized that he tried to pull away from her until then. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, glancing around. “I don’t want to ruin your reputation...” “I don’t care what they’ll think of me. You’re a good human being, with absolute no reasons for shame : you saved countless lives, set an example for others, you were chosen for a reason, Rex.” she said, her voice cold and stern. He couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden change in her behavior, even though it wasn’t directed at him. “You’re the first clone to be assigned a job here, inside the Senate, but not the last. Others will, hopefully, follow, once they see yours and your siblings’ potential. It’s a small step for you, but a leap for others. You should be proud.” Rex opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t come up with anything. Instead, he shook his head slightly, a smile forming on his face. Her words made him feel better, even so slightly. “I think he did it on purpose.” “Who did?” he asked. “Ani.” she responded, her gaze fixed on something ahead of them. “I think he requested for a clone to be assigned as his bodyguars to show everyone that he doesn’t, excuse my language, gives a kriff about what they think about him. And to give you a chance to show what you’re made of.” The blond man blinked, surprised at her words. “We’re here.” she said, stopping all of the sudden. They were now standing next to an entrance, which lead inside the Grand Convocation Chamber and the repulsorpods. “He should be inside, come on.” She let go off his elbow, leading the way, greeting a few fellow senators along the way before disappearing inside. Rex took a deep breath and followed after her, not quite ready yet determined to face what was waiting for him at the other side.

[waywardxrhea]

Part Ten - The Winter Soldier

[slow burn romance between you, a SHIELD investigative journalist, and Steve Rogers]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, friends to lovers trope, smut later on.

installment list

Word count: 4.6k

You break your tech out of SHEILD HQ before meeting up with the rest of the team to stop HYDRA from fulfilling their mission.

When you got to SHIELD HQ, you pulled into the parking garage by a side entrance you usually used to get to the media offices. You took a deep breath and said to yourself, "Here we go. Broadway was always your dream, so let's put on a show." As you walked from the car and into the building, you held your notebook in one arm and furiously wrote on the page that was covered in notes that were actually from the mission a few days prior.

"Hey!" one of the other journalists, Sandra, called, catching up with you as she did. "Where have you been the past couple of days?"

"Oh, I just took a couple of personal days. It's just been hard some days since my grandma passed, and it hit me badly so I just needed a breather..." you tells her sadly in a sort of half-truth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my condolences..." the sweet girl replied as she swiped her keycard and you both entered the building. "Are you still working on mission notes?"

You faked a nervous laugh before replying, "Maybe... I hope they won't be too mad at my tardiness."

"You're one of our best reporters, they won't be mad," she assured you as you walked down the hall towards the office where your drone was held.

You almost reached the office when one of your superiors stopped you and said, "It's good to see you two."

You smiled sweetly as you replied, "And you as well."

"May I speak with you?" he asked, directing his attention toward you. When he looked you in the eye there was a steeliness you couldn't quite read and it caused an uneasy feeling to begin to creep up her spine.

As he asked this, Sandra was called away to an assignment, so she walked away with a small wave as you replied to the man, "Of course, sir."

The conversation started off casually as you went into his office as he asked, "Are those additional reports for the STRIKE mission, agent?"

You nodded, telling him, "Yes sir. I had some more time to think about the events of the mission and wanted to add some additional details to my article." You kept your voice as steady as you could and held onto the notebook to hide the shaking in your hands.

"Additional details? How so?"

"Well, first there was the odd behavior of Batroc. I just thought-" you started rambling, mentally kicking yourself for not keeping your answer short.

"Look," Stevens says while closing the office door, interrupting your rambling abruptly. You snapped your mouth shut out of instinct and knew you should have tried to weasel yourself out of the situation, but your brain just completely shut down as he began talking. "I know you w-" He didn't finish his sentence though as suddenly his phone went off and his face scrunched together in confusion.

"What seems to be the problem, sir?" you asked innocently, warping your expression into one of concern.

"As if you don't know," he spat at you. "Stay right here if you know what's good for you. Captain Rogers won't be here to save the day this time..."

As he stalked out of the room, you caught the door with your foot before it shut. You looked both ways into the hall and ensured that the coast was clear before quickly walking to where your drone was kept. You walked as fast as you could inconspicuously, desperately wanting to get the drone as fast as possible before he noticed you left the room.

Once in the media room, you typed in the code to your locker and grabbed the drone along with its controls. You quickly placed the drone in a bag and started furiously tapping at the tablet screen as you walked back to the parking garage. What you did when accessing the controls was turn off the tracking devices on the drone and tablet as well as their streaming function that reported back to HQ. This way it would be extremely hard for them to track her location via the drone.

You froze momentarily as you heard your name followed by, "Stop right where you are!"

"Shit," you whispered, your heart picking up its pace in your chest as you began booking it away from him. Your brain ignored the pain your body was screaming about as you started sprinting to the exit as fast as you could. You heard footsteps running after you quite closely, so you tipped over a coffee cart on its side and into their path, hoping that trick would work as well as it usually did in movies. As you ran, officers and guards emerged from the side halls and gates began to shut over the exits. Upon seeing this, a burst of energy hit you and you slammed your body out of the door leading out to the parking garage just as the gates closed behind you.

Once in the garage, you quickly got in the car and threw it into gear, peeling out of the garage before anyone can get to you. As you drove, you put on your seat belt and picked up the burner phone from the passenger seat and dialed Sam. "What's your status?" you asked as you held the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"We're heading to the rendezvous point now," Sam replied while slamming his door shut. "What about you?"

"Well I made it out alive, but they definitely don't like me right now," you told him, laughing a bit in shock at what you just did. You looked over your shoulder and continued with, "I don't think I'm being followed though. I got out of there right before they closed all the gates. It would take them a few minutes to get the security protocols back to how they were in order to get to me."

Suddenly Romanoff's voice came over the speaker saying, "Well make sure you get rid of any possible tails and meet us here ASAP."

"On it."

You made turns throughout neighborhoods and narrow city streets before finally parking a block out from the meeting point. When you parked, you began unloading your bag of supplies and booted up the tech. When you did this, the drone whirred to life and picture flashed onto the tablet screen. Seeing this, you smiled and whispered, "Now we're in business."

You casually rolled your window down as you pushed a button to make the drone invisible to the naked eye and flew it out the window. You dialed up Sam again as he came into view on the screen, saying, "Hey Wilson, I like the shades."

"I will admit I'm impressed, Agent," Sam replied. "You do have a pretty sweet gig if this is the tech you've got. I can't see or hear your drone."

"Well, we both thank you," you told him with a quiet laugh, "but you need to get back to the mission."

While you said this, Romanoff casually walked past the car you were in and grabbed the headsets you had placed on the top of the vehicle.

"Check one-two," she mumbled as she fixed hers in her ear.

"I can hear you loud and clear, Romanoff," you told her.

Once she had her com line on, she walked past Sam at his cafe table and dropped his earpiece. "Can y'all hear me?" Sam asked after he fixed his onto his ear.

"Loud and clear," you confirmed as you followed Romanoff with the drone.

She met up with Steve and he put his headset on, asking, "Everything good on my end?"

"Loud and clear for you too, Cap."

"I'm glad you made it out of there safe," Steve said to you.

You were so grateful Steve that wasn't there to see the blush on your cheeks in response to his sentiment. You tried your hardest to hide the bashfulness in your voice while telling him, "Easy peasy, I told you not to worry about me."

There was a beat of silence before Romanoff quipped with an audible smirk, "Why don't you two go on a date? And not just one of those friend dates you go on already."

"We're in the middle of a mission right now Natasha, how about you focus on finding me a date later?" Steve asked.

"I'm multitasking," she replied, walking off to her post for the mission.

You felt your heart flutter at the idea of an actual date with Steve, but you quickly refocused as you noticed movement coming from the restaurant Jasper Sitwell had been in. "The asset is moving out of the building, everyone in position," you informed the group. "Quite a few guards with Sitwell and Stern."

"They're mostly Stern's, when he's gone we're golden," Romanoff replied from her perch.

"Do you have a good view of them, Wilson?" you asked.

"That I do. Just waiting for Stern to leave, then I'll make the call," he confirmed.

You watched with bated breath as Stern and some of the guards started to leave and said to Sam, "You're up, Wilson."

So Sam made the call to Sitwell's phone and you listened into half of the conversation while keeping one of the drone cameras on Sitwell and one rotating around the area to make sure no one could compromise the mission. You began to wonder how the hell you got yourself into this situation when you watched as Romanoff trained her sniper scope on him while Sam informed him of exactly what he was to do.

Once the phone call was over, the team transferred Sitwell to the top of a building nearby where Steve and Romanoff began their phase of the plan. You could feel the tension in your muscles as you watched Steve hold Sitwell over the side of the building and from the proximity of the two men, she can hear Sitwell say, "Is this play to make it seem like you'll throw me off the building, because that doesn't seem like your style, Rogers."

"You're right, It's not," Steve replied. "It's hers."

A shocked squeak left your mouth along with the breath you hadn't realized you were holding as Sitwell began his descent down toward the ground! "Relax, relax, it's all part of the plan," Romanoff told you nonchalantly as you turned the camera back towards Sitwell who was swooped up midair by Sam who flew through the air with his wings from his military days!

As Sam landed with Sitwell safely on the rooftop, you breathed, "Now that... was badass, Wilson."

The group advanced on Sitwell and began questioning him again, this time getting the answers they were looking for. You made note of specific names he mentioned that you didn't recognize and began research on them as Sitwell confessed everything he knew. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up the mentioned name of Stephen Strange. "That's weird, why would they be threatened by a surgeon...?" you mumbled to yourself, lost in your own little world of research.

"We've got bigger fish to fry than a damn surgeon!" Sam said as they begin moving Sitwell to his car. "If we don't move and derail this thing, millions are gonna die!" When he said this, your mouth went agape, totally shocked at the information and terrified of its implications.

"We need to get back to HQ," Steve informed you.

"Yes sir," Emma replied, bringing your drone back to the car so you could all get out of there.

"They'll know where we are, you drive in front of us. We can't risk losing all the footage and data you have," Steve told you as you turned on the car and got ready to head out.

"On it," you replied, pulling out of the spot you were parked in and onto the road right in front of Sam's car. Soon after navigating out of the busy inner city, both cars pulled onto the highway and started speeding toward SHIELD HQ.

You were listening intently in on the bickering in the other car when you heard a thud and glass shattering from their end. "Uh, guys, are you good back there?" When you didn't get a response, you looked in your rearview and saw a man, The Winter Soldier, on top of Sam's car.

"Not this guy again..." Sam muttered as the Soldier started shooting into the roof of the car. There was a pause before Sam shouted, "Incoming!"

"What?" you shouted right before you saw the muscled man fly over the car and land on the ground right in your path.

On instinct, you tried to swerve around him, but clipped the metal arm he used to stop himself. When you did, he shoved the car a bit as, sending you into a spin. The passenger side slammed into the wall of the highway and you braced yourself for the impact. You barely heard Steve shouting your name in concern as your body screamed at you in pain, biting your knuckle to keep the tears at bay. "I'm fine, you guys don't worry about me!" you shouted back through gritted teeth as you began taking in your surroundings.

You unbuckled your seatbelt with shaking hands, trying to check on your tech that was on the passenger seat but now lay in the floorboard. You picked up the laptop and control tablet and booted them up, concluding that both were worse for wear but still usable. You sagged back into your seat for a moment as you let out a sigh of relief. You took a moment to be grateful before you began shoving everything back into the backpack you brought it in.

Judging by a glance out of the window, you knew there was a whole team ganging up on Sam, Steve, and Romanoff, and you knew you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. But right as you got the final item in your bag, the car door was ripped open and you let out a scream, covering your head in fear of your could-be attacker. "It's just me," you heard Steve say reassuringly. "I needed to make sure you were okay."

"Steve, I told you not to worry about me," you replied, reeling in your awkwardness.

"It's my job to make sure everyone's safe," he said while helping you out of the car.

You smiled at him, but that smile fell as you saw the Winter Soldier aiming a grenade launcher right in the direction of you and Steve. You shouted Steve's name in terror as you pointed out the incoming threat to him, unable to do more as your body once more froze up in the face of fear.

"Shit!" Steve shouted, pulling you into his arms and crouching the two of you behind his shield. The reverberation rattled your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut and held onto Steve for dear life as you both fly off the highway and into a bus below! Steve helped you up after you landed and looked you in the eye, saying sternly, "The fight is coming down here. I need you to get out of here and safe, okay?"

"But Steve-" you tries.

"No. I'm not risking your life anymore today. I need you to stay safe. Go." You held eye contact with him for a few more lingering seconds before finally nodding and making your way off the damaged bus right before it was riddled with gunfire courteous of the Winter Soldier.

When you were a safe distance away from the scene, your legs suddenly stopped carrying you and you seemed unable to stay away from the fight going on on and below the highway... You knew Steve would be upset with you for staying, but instead of running away from the action, you ran off to a nearby building and hid around a corner. You were a journalist after all, and journalists follow the story. So you took out your drone and activated its stealth mode which flickered on and off before finally staying blended into the environment.

Pulling out the tablet and brushing off some of its broken glass before sending the drone into the air, you began capturing the fight between Steve and his attackers. As you flew the drone further away though, the tablet signaled that the stealth mode range was compromised and the camouflage was wearing off due to the damage sustained in the crashes. "Shit..." you whispers to yourself, not wanting to compromise yourself or Steve on accident because of the drone.

You peeked around the corner and spotted a car that would be good for cover so you quickly ran to the car and crouched behind it. When you did this, the stealth mode went fully active again! You silently cheered but your mini celebration was interrupted when all of a sudden, the car you were hiding behind got flipped on its side, flying clear over you! You dove out of the way and tried to get to your feet to run, but were brought to your feet instead forcefully by the Winter Soldier. He grabbed you by the collar before turning your body away from him, holding a knife cold to your throat.

"Please, no," you pleaded, shutting your eyes and trying to calm your breathing. You felt the cold metal blade on her throat about to push deeper when the man's arm was pulled out and away from her body.

You heard his body hit the pavement and your eyes flew open to see Steve fighting the man as he shouted, "What did I tell you? Get out of here! That's an order!"

You nodded furiously, getting to your feet after a few seconds, breathless and shaking. You scrambled to gather your tablet from the ground, calling the drone back to you as you did. You managed to get the drone into your backpack and ran off, not knowing where you were going, your mind racing too fast to process anything. You turned a corner a few blocks away and the wine was knocked out of you as you were clotheslined by someone in black tactical gear and a helmet. You fell to the ground with a hard thud before being forced back up and into handcuffs.

"Just follow my lead. Pretend to be knocked out and I'll get all of us out of here," said a familiar voice. After a few seconds of recouping from your fall, you recognized that the voice belonged to Maria! So you nodded subtly before letting your body go a bit limp as Maria dragged you to a nearby van where you were thrown onto the seat in the corner. You slouched in the corner where you were tosses, not daring to move because the guards in the van seemed like they were real deal HYDRA workers and not undercover like Maria was.

After a few more minutes, Sam, Steve, and Romanoff were also thrown into the van. As an extra precaution, Steve was put into specialized handcuffs and strapped into his seat by a metal contraption so he couldn't use his strength to escape.

When he saw you slouched in the corner, Sam said your name in concern and it made your heart happy to know that someone was worried about you. He looked at the guards and snapped, "Why the hell is she here?"

Maria ignited her electric baton his way while subtly nudging your foot to signal you could wake up from your fake daze. You slowly sat up and looked around to see a stunned Steve, pissed off Sam, and bleeding Romanoff. Concern filled your eyes seeing the state of your colleagues; you had never seen them look so defeated, especially Steve.

Before you could say anything to anyone about what happened, Steve broke the silence with a barely audible mumble of, "It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't know me..."

You shot Sam a confused look to which he mouthed, Bucky. With furrowed eyebrows, you mouthed back, the Winter Soldier? to which you got a nod. Your eyes went wide at this information. The Winter Soldier was Bucky? Steve's childhood best friend? That couldn't be possible... Steve told you that Bucky died back in the 40s... He watched him fall off of a moving train! To aid his confusion as well, Sam asked Steve, "How the hell is that possible? It was over 70 years ago."

"Zola," Steve replied. "Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43 and Zola did experiments on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and..."

Romanoff finally spoke up with a strained voice, telling him, "None of that is your fault, Steve."

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky..." Steve said in a faraway voice, unfazed by the conversation going on around him as his mind raced through everything he could have done differently that may have changed the outcome of the situation.

Sensing that there wasn't going to be a way to get Steve out his his head at the moment, Romanoff left it be, leaning her head back from the pain of her gunshot wound. Upon seeing this, Sam told the guards, "We need a doctor in here. If we don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out." In response, Maria ignited her baton in his direction again. Sam got pissed off at that and snapped, "I swear if you zap that thing at me again..."

Suddenly though, Maria turned the baton on the other guard in the truck rendering him unconscious within a matter of seconds. After she did that, she took off her helmet and groaned, "God, that thing was squeezing my brain." She then looked at Sam and asked, "Who's this guy?"

Sam looked at her with an equal amount of confusion, asking, "And who are you?"

You took the opportunity to introduce the two, saying, "Sam Wilson, Maria Hill. Maria Hill, Sam Wilson. Sam was part of the 58th Pararescue, Maria is Fury's right-hand man at SHIELD and my best friend. We can trust her."

Maria smiled at you before uncuffing you all and shaking Sam's hand. "Do you have a codename yet?" In response, Sam sent her a confused look, so she said, "Well Steve is Captain America, Romanoff is Black Widow...what about you? You've got that badass set of wings, you've gotta have a codename."

"Uh..." Sam hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

"I think we can come up with nicknames later, what's the plan to get us out of here, Hill?" Romanoff asked through her teeth.

"Right," Maria said while igniting her baton once more. "This thing's powerful, everyone cover your eyes," she said before proceeding to burn a hole through the floor of the truck for you all to escape from.

You looks at the hole in the floor and the road zooming past beneath it with wide eyes and asked, "So what are we supposed to do, just tuck and roll?"

"Look, we've all been through a lot the last few days, this is the least of our worries," Romanoff told you, standing up and smoothly rolling out of the bottom of the truck despite her injury.

She was followed by Maria, leaving you with Sam and Steve in the truck. You shook your hands out and mumbled, "This is absolutely insane..."

Steve saw your hesitation and offered, "You can go with me if you like. Since you're still pretty beat up and all."

"As long as that's okay with you," you replied, staring nervously at the hole in the floor and fiddling with the ring on your thumb.

"We don't have any more time to lose, let's get moving," Sam interjected, rolling out of the bottom quicky and leaving just the two of you in the truck.

Steve offered his hand to you and you shyly took it. "On three. One...two," Steve held you close to his body as the pair of you jumped from the vehicle on three. You landed safely after rolling for a second, the trip making you dizzy. As you slowed down and began to regain your bearings, your heart raced, though you weren't sure if it was because of the jump or how Steve had held you. You shook your head, clearing it of the distracting thoughts as Steve helped you off the ground. "You okay?" he asked as he looked you over for any new injuries.

You simply nodded and shoved your shaking hands into the pockets of your pants, not wanting him to see how nervous you were under his watchful eye. A few seconds later, Maria and Romanoff pulled up in a car, the latter in the back, so you didn't have to worry about that too much longer. Sam got in the backseat along with Steve and they began tending to her gunshot wound as best they could as Maria drove off to a secure location.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke up and told Maria, "Thank you for the rescue. I should have called you after what happened, but Fury said not to trust anyone in the agency."

"I understand. I'm glad you followed orders, this could have been a very different situation if you got caught up with a compromised agent."

There were a few more quiet moment before, from the back, Steve asked Maria, "How much longer until we get there? She's still losing a lot of blood."

"Almost there, hang in there, Romanoff," Maria said, speeding up as she reached the outskirts of town. A couple more minutes passed and she reached an abandoned building surrounded by trees. "We're here."

Everyone got out of the car, Steve supporting Romanoff as you all make your way into the building. As you took in the building that had seen better days and the half fallen down trees around the area, you turned to Sam and whispered, "Well this place isn't creepy at all..."

"You're telling me," he mumbled back as he took in his surroundings.

The group made the way into the dark building and Maria started calling out down the hall, "GSW, she's lost at least a pint."

"Maybe two," Sam said out to the medical staff as they converged on Romanoff.

"Let me take her," a man shouted as he approached.

"She'll want to see him first," Maria said to the man who nodded. You cocked your head in confusion at the statement but you didn't have time to ask any questions before Maria took you all to a room where Nick Fury was on a hospital bed, worse for wear, but alive.

The Director looked up at the group and said, "Well it's about damn time."

Still holding out to his silence at the stranger situation unfolding in front of him, Steve sat Romanoff down on a chair and the medical staff started working on her wound and getting her blood. Once everyone was settled, Fury started detailing his injuries to the group and then looks over to you and said, "You got damn lucky, Agent."

You managed a small smile, saying, "If we're honest here I'm running on pure adrenaline right now, sir. Fury. Sorry." At the fumble, Fury cracked a smile and laughed a little, but it seemed like it hurt him to do so.

"Why all the secrecy?" Steve finally asked after a few more seconds of tense silence. "Why not just tell us?"

Maria spoke up first, telling him, "An attempt on the Director's life had to look successful."

"They can't kill you if you're already dead," Fury agreed. "Besides, I wasn't sure who I could trust," he continued which earns a solemn nod in response. With that statement, everyone decided to get themselves cleaned up from the fight and gather their thoughts before going to the makeshift meeting room to devise a plan to stop HYDRA.

"We have to stop the launch," Romanoff told Fury as you all gathered back into the make-shift meeting room.

"Well, I'm not sure the Council is taking my calls anymore," Fury quipped back while opening a briefcase.

"What's that?" Sam asked upon seeing the contents.

"Once the helicarriers get airborne they'll become fully weaponized," Maria informed him, turning her laptop to show the group.

"So we will need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting with our own," Fury piggybacked.

"And it has to be all three, because if even one of those ships remains operational... a whole lot of people are going to die."

"Including probably all of us..." you said pessimistically under your breath.

"Unfortunately, yes," Fury replied with a sigh. "We just have to operate like everyone onboard those carriers is the enemy, and maybe, just maybe we can salvage what's left of SHIELD."

"We're not salvaging anything," Steve interrupted him abruptly. "We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick, SHIELD has to go down too."

"SHIELD had nothing to do with this."

"Well you gave me this mission, this is how it ends," Steve told him. "SHIELD has been compromised, you said it yourself. HYDRA grew under your nose and you didn't even notice."

"I noticed. Why do you think we're meeting in this cave?" Fury asked hostilely.

"Yeah? And how many paid the price before you did?" Steve asked. His temper flared for a second and raised his voice as he motioned toward you and said, "She could have died the other day, and here you are just telling her she got lucky. She shouldn't have to have been lucky because none of this should have happened!"

Fury took the words in with a nod. He paused for a few more seconds before saying to Steve, "I didn't know about Barnes until it was too late."

"Would you have even told me?" Steve shook his head before saying, "SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes."

From beside you, Maria sighed and nodded, saying, "He's right..."

Fury looked to Romanoff and then you who visibly deflated, then to Sam who put his hands up, saying, "Don't look at me, I just do what he does but slower."

"Well...it looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain," Fury told Steve. Steve nodded and then left the room shortly followed by Sam to gather his thoughts about everything that was about to go down.

"Everything okay?" Maria asked after a beat of silence, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You sighed and shrugged, replying, "It's just...with this job...with SHIELD, I had a purpose. I did good for this world...or so I thought. I felt like I was doing something with my talents and I felt like I wasn't just wasting space and without it... I'm just afraid that in the fallout of this, everything they ever said about me would be proven right..."

"Hey, it's okay. What they said isn't true and you know it," Maria said as you stood up while shaking your head.

"I'll be back..." you said, taking a shaky breath as you left the room. As you walked away, you shook out your hands and tried to push away your intrusive thoughts from the past. You were so distracted that you didn't even notice yourself passing by Sam and Steve as you gravitated toward the fresh air out outside. Fresh air was something your lungs craved as your breathing became shallow while you tried to fight off your rising anxiety alone.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked when he passed Maria in the hall on the way back to the meeting room.

"I'll go talk with her, I'm sure she just needs a minute and then we can get moving."

When Maria reached you outside and stood beside you on the bridge, the two of you were silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry all of this is happening," she told you quietly.

"Yeah..." you said sadly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all existential back in there."

Maria smiled softly and told you, "No worries, just get out of that head of yours and let's go save some lives. Captain's waiting."

[maddie-van-fleet]

Love Through The Lens

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**Edited by @pictures-of-time **

Multiple part series// this will contain graphic scenes, so it is 18+, MINORS DNI.

I did make a playlist for this series, feel free to listen along while you read :) i hope y'all enjoy it!! I, also, will be linking the master list to every chapter, once I get it made! The first few chapters are really short but i promise they will be longer from this point! I just needed the backstory laid out first.

note: this is my first full series story, so i do apologize if it isn't the best! I have pre written a few chapters so that i am able to post the first couple chapters, since they're short! I will get more drafted up over the next few days, so i can post asap! Please let me know what you think, as i am always trying to improve.

Summary: It was always your dream to be a concert photographer, and you had finally landed yourself a reputable status as a freelancer. Life, though, takes a turn when you land a job for Greta. The plan was to do the job, in and out, nothing more, but things get quite complicated when you start to develop feelings for a certain guitarist.

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Chapter 1

You had known the boys since you were children. Your days in elementary school were spent playing games in the woods, having play dates at the Kiszka's house and riding the bus to school together. They had provided a sense of comfort to you, and through the years you had only grown closer. Throughout middle and high school, you spent more and more time together, evenings filling up with late night band practices, and for you, late night studying. There were few moments where you stayed away from them, and it truly felt like family, but as graduation day was approaching things took a turn. You had known the band meant a lot to them but you were never really sure if they were going to actually pursue it. Your parents had always been strict on finding a reliable career, and deep down you began to feel jealous of the boys for being able to follow their dreams.

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"So...you're actually going to do this...band..thing?" you asked Jake while walking back to their house after a day out shopping. 

"I mean yeah, why wouldn't we?" he asked, looking at you confused. 

"Well..don't you think it's just...unrealistic?" You let out with a deep sigh. But as soon as it’s said you regret it as Jake’s face drops and he steps a bit further away from you.

"Unrealistic? What do you mean? We’ve worked really hard.” 

At  his tone you look down at the ground, focusing on your feet as you walk, "W-well i just think… Are you actually gonna be able to sustain that? Like shouldn't you have a backup plan?"

Your tone starts to sound accusatory, not meaning it to be. Jake let out a scoff, "Really y/n? So what, you've just been pitying us? Did you ever even really like our music?", he asks, sounding angry. 

"I do, I just think it's important to have a plan for if it doesn't happen. You know, going outside of Michigan is a whole other story. They won't be as forgiving.” 

The next words he said caused the beginning of the end. "Woooow y/n. Okay. Just because your parents want you to get a boring job and work a 9-5 doesn't mean I have to. Not everyone wants to be a goody two shoes. Maybe you need to rethink your plan before you come after mine.”  

Again that jealousy kicked in. You looked back to him as the words left his mouth. You stopped walking and felt your face heat up as the anger flowed through your veins. He stopped as well, crossing his arms and gave you a glare. 

"Well I’m sorry, ASSHOLE, for trying to be logical with my life.  Not everyone gets the luxury of goofing off just hoping something happens. Some of us have to actually WORK for our success.”

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That. That was the last time you had seen or talked to Jake, or any of the boys. Afterwards they would avoid you, and while it broke your heart, your pride was too big to ever say sorry. So graduation came and the boys left almost instantly off to wherever the band had taken them. And you…well, you had moved to Nashville, hoping that you could get into your dream school and start your career without a single thought of the past. Ready to move on and make something of yourself.

[goldenn-moments]

absolutely losing it over your 'mind your business' wille screencap this is pure gold 😂😂

also your thoughts!!! *discreetly slides you a can we be friends note haha stealth mode 100*

I'm so glad that my roommate is a heavy sleeper bc I may or may not have had a happy freak out when I saw I had another ask in my inbox skdvxksbd. I'm very glad you liked my "mind your business" wille, I made it in three minutes on my phone when I was ignoring my work <3

and OMG my thoughts. okay, I decided like, ten minutes ago that tomorrow I'm actually gonna post my whole lengthy thing of what I want out of s3, but!! here are some of my random thoughts that have been plaguing my brain:

starting off strong with the first thing I saw when I opened my notes app - this random idea that I had for a wilmon au: wille and simon as orpheus and eurydice. I got this idea bc I saw one of those "no one would sit at my grave" "he would" edits that are making the rounds on tiktok, and all the comments were saying "wille would follow simon to the grave" etc etc. and bc I'm a greek mythology nerd, my mind immediately went to the myths and then I was like "omfgs orpheus and eurydice." I can't decide who I want to be who bc on one hand there's simon who is clearly the musician out of the two. on the other hand I have this vivid image of wille going to the underworld and begging to save simon, willing to do literally anything to get the love of his life back

sticking on the greek mythology track for a sec (apologies, this probably wasn't what you were expecting, but I was one of the first members of my high school's greek myths club for a reason) - I love thinking up aus, and in a world where greek gods and young royals coexisted in the same universe, simon is 100% the son of apollo. like are you kidding me??? the sun was made for omar (and simon by default) (yes this is inspired by omar's insta pic)

pov outsider is like, one of my favorite things ever. in every fandom I'm in I inevitably search for it on ao3. and so I just love thinking abt what the people around simon and wille are thinking - like what do rosh and ayub see when they look at wille and simon???? they see their best friend who is strong in his beliefs against the upper class somehow being wooed by the prince of all people, then they see said prince break his heart, and then months later after they try to convince their bestie to move on, said prince is on national television basically proclaiming his love for their bestie. like I want to know what they were thinking!!! I want to see into their minds. I wanna know if they were somewhere like idk, maybe their school was broadcasting the thing or smth (idk what time of day it was sorry), and they don't wanna watch bc fuck him, he hurt their best friend, but then???? he turns around and takes back control of his own story and says no to harmful and empty traditions???? like if I was them I'd be losing my shit, full on what the fuck mode and texting simon to tell me everything bc I need to know what's happening

I also want to see into the minds of the average hillerska student. like they had front row seats to the Drama that is wille and simon - what were they thinking whenever their prince and that non res kid slipped into the music room together??? when simon nailed wille w the ball and the most reaction anyone had was the guy who was clapping behind simon??? what did the choir thinking when simon led wille away??? (bc they have to have the best seats in the house - they've been humming along to simons love song for wille for a while now, they gotta know it all, lmao). basically these pov outsider thoughts aren't fully fleshed out, but they rattle around my brain all the time and I'm always here wondering what people are thinking

something I want in s3 that's probably gonna be on my list: simon getting the fucking respect he deserves. like out of everyone at that school, wille is the one who respects him the most. wille was the first one to look past his societal labels and see the brilliant, shining boy that simon is. and yeah they've been dealing with all their shit so that distracted from it, but now that they're out, that there's no more hiding (they're stepping into the light skxjsj) - even w all that, I highly doubt that the majority of the hillerska population will give up their prejudices just like that. so I'm expecting to see students be kinda nasty, like I wouldn't be surprised if vincent ramps up his douchebaggery in s3 bc he's an elitist asshole. and bc I'm expecting that to happen, I'm also expecting wille to snap at anyone who tries to belittle simon, laying down the groundwork for simon to have his footing w all those rich kids and stand up for himself. idk, I just really want simon to be respected at school at the very least, bc we all know that the royal court ain't gonna be respecting him

on the topic of the royal court: fuck jan-olof. all my homies hate jan-olof. if I was in a room w the worst person alive and jan-olof, there'd only be one person in that room w me and it'd be that bitch jan-olof. I hope that while wille and simon are busy smiling next season, jan-olof will be suffering immensely

speaking of wilmon smiling, I need at least seven seasons of them just being domestic happy bitches after s3 is over please and thank you Lisa <3

I have a lot of vague fic ideas that I wanna flesh out, so hopefully I'll get the brain power to do that during winter break. some of those ideas are: a pov outsider from krissy's pov set in a hypothetical s3 where simon and wille are at the palace. they've just had a tense meal that was after an intense royal court meeting, and miss ma'am is frustrated. she goes on a walk to clear her head, only to end up hiding behind a corner bc there's wilhelm and his boyfriend, standing in the gardens under the moonlight. and she doesn't know why she doesn't immediately step up and make her presence known - maybe it's because she wants to understand why her son is so willing to throw everything away for that boy, or maybe it's because now, bathed in the moonlight, is the first time she's seen her son genuinely smile in over a year. it's the first time she's ever heard him giggle like that since he was a child being chased by erik, and it's all because of that boy who helped cause all this trouble. and it goes on and she eventually leaves but gets an appreciation for the way her son is never more alive than when he's with simon. I'm tentative abt writing this bc I haven't written in krissy's pov, but who knows. my OTHER idea I came up w like, after I finished s2 and had to silently freak out bc I was stupid and finished the show in the middle of a lecture hall😭 basically I wanna write all these times simon thought "I love you" but never said it and the times he finally does - I have another page in my notes app for when those moments should be, and who knows! maybe I'll write them one day

another thing I wanna write that's completely out of left field: just inserting magic of some kind or another into the yr universe. I have a bad habit of making everything magical bc thats where my eternal brainrot lies, so. if anyone wants to see that, hmu and I'll share some of my many ideas w the yr universe and magic (this includes many crossovers bc I'm also really bad at stopping myself from crossing over all my fandoms in some way shape or form)

anyways!! this is completely incoherent and an absolute mess, but that's kinda how my brain operates so I hope you liked at least some of it, lol. thank you so much for this ask, my excitement for being able to ramble abt yr is through the roof *discreetly accepts the can we be friends note bc hell yeah we can, your stealth mode is so good, 10/10*

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john constantine/zari tarazi moodboard

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Wonderfully Worried || JW: Dominion Fluff

Summary : You and Ian Malcolm have been together for a few months now and despite actually being there with him physically, the thought of no longer having him by your side at all causes a lot of worry.

Pairing : old! (but still hot) ian malcolm x female reader

Warnings : slight mentions/talk of de*th (a), shock, fear, bugs, car crash, fire

Word Count : 1,098 words

A/N : . Jurassic World: Dominion spoilers through entire post . After watching the film, I just had to write this! <3 It's kind of obvious what scene inspired this, heh. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work!

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You were helping Ian press buttons on the panel, hoping that the correct combination of numbers would do the trick in order for Ellie, Alan, and Maisie to reach safety. Luckily, all of that button mashing seemed to work out just fine.

Afterwards, you and the group got in a car together only to realize there were oversized locusts falling from the sky, on fire. You sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle across from Ian who was sitting in the drivers seat. Ellie and Alan sat in the back with Maisie in the middle.

Ian looked quite panicked at the situation happening quite before his eyes, "That's Bananas."

You yelped as the falling locusts caused the vehicle to crash as it teetered you took a few deep breaths while Maisie seemed like the only one with anything helpful to say. The car flipped upside down as she started to cry.

Your vision was a bit blurry as you glanced over at Malcolm, reaching your hand out toward his as the two of you linked your hands together.

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips when looking over at Ian's confused expression as he stepped out of the wrecked vehicle along with the others. He seemed surprised to see his old pals along with some new faces.

Loud stomping from a dinosaur was heard from afar as Alan and Owen both said, "Don't move." You accidentally stepped on a branch while hiding behind Ian, scared that the dinosaur would somehow see you before the rest of the group. The dinosaur looked like a T-Rex but it's frame was much larger. Alan explained to the group that the species is called an Gigantosaurus.

A gasp nearly escaped from your lips as your mouth opened wide but before you could make any noise, Ian pressed his lips against yours while both of your hearts beated rapidly against each other. Your chest pressed up against his, the moment becoming more heated by the second but unfortunately more pressing matters were at play.

"Go to safety." He told you before you ran off with the rest of the group and up the ladder. Ian stayed behind and hid in the flipped over car, the foot of the Gigantosaurus mere inches away from crushing him.

A thud was heard as the Gigantosaurus gnawed through the metal ladder like it was nothing, Kayla encouraged Maisie to keep climbing as the others soon followed.

The Gigantosaurus roared in all of there faces, including yours. Fear took over your body, unable to move as you stood still and watched Ian risk his life for a second time in a row. You didn't want to see the love of your life die.

He threw the fire locust on a stick into the dinosaurs mouth and it seemed to get the job done. Ian slipped while going up the ladder and luckily Alan was still there to save him because you were in pure shock, still inert until he finally made it up the ladder safely.

After a bunch of stunning blows to the dinosaur from the group, it finally left you and the others alone.

You took this opportunity to catch a few breaths.

The group chatted for a bit as Ian stood beside Kayla on one side of a white table and you on the other, he began to unbutton his shirt while Kayla shook her head no at Ian. Your cheeks grew warm at the sight of Malcolm, you wanted to tear the shirt off of Ian right then and there but it wasn't exactly the best time or place.

"Y/N, you feeling alright?" That all too familiar voice asked you in a cocky tone. You were staring at him unknowingly and gnawing at your lower lip so hard that it left an indent on the bottom. Ian had already buttoned his shirt up which was disappointing to say the least.

"Yeah, I'm feeling alright... thanks for calming me down out there." You winked gently over at him although your heart was still beating fast.

You and Ian Malcolm had met a few years back and wanted to work together on taking Biosyn down. Being younger than him has never phased the two of you.

Kayla walked over toward Ian as you walked toward Owen, making small talk. Ian stared at you and admired all of your features, getting lost in your beauty. Kayla grinned just a bit, "Wish I had a woman that looked at me like that, true love right there."

Tears began to run down your face as the emotions from recent events finally hit you. Ian had been through so many near death experiences and most of them were just stories to you, experiencing them first hand brought a whole new feeling and not a good one at that.

Owen frowned, you had helped him train the raptors in the past and he didn't want to see one of his friends in pain. He pulled you into a side hug, "I'm always gonna be here for you, Y/N. I promise. Take care now and if that Rambo dude ever treats you wrong... let's just see how much he likes a raptor bite to the ass."

Shaking your head, you chuckled at Owen's comment. He always knew how to put a smile on your face even on the darkest of days. "Thanks for helping me feel better, I'll catch up with you all in a few." He nodded and waited for Kayla to finish her conversation with Ian.

As soon as Ian noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, he rushed over and pulled you in for a huge bear hug.

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51 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#3

Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble

Summary : Two men in your life, one at Alexandria, and the other a proud leader of the saviors. Who would you choose?

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon x Negan Smith

Warnings : blood, vomit, weapons, cursing, sickness, guns, liqour, pain-killers, and smut if you wince.

A/N : Been a long time since I wrote something but I came up with this little drabble and thought it would be fun to share. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7. Keep hateful comments to yourselves please, likes/reblogs are appreciated. No stealing my work. I'm not the best at writing, bare with me. Enjoy. <3

Bitten mere hours before, weakness began to take over, each movement proving to be a challenge. Raising up your crossbow, aiming to shoot the walkers, only to discover there are no arrows to be found. Daryl took you out often for hunting lessons, he was the one who taught you how to use the crossbow. Daryl sighed when approaching you, he took notice that you looked quite pale. Aiming for the heads of the undead, he shot them before retrieving his own arrows. "You're burning up, Y/N." Daryl pressed his palm against your forehead, feeling the warmth building up on your skin, sweat drenching your clothing but there was no way in hell you would be telling Daryl that you got bit just from attempting to save someone that turned out to be a savior, well if you wanted to call Negan that. Negan had been surrounded by ten walkers, sure he would be able to handle them all on his own but you wanted to help out.

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, Daryl told you to leave it be. You were in no shape to fight, let alone walk. Daryl helped you get on the back of his motorcycle before he hopped on the front of it. "We'll go hunting in a few days. Left some traps out so the walkers don't get to the food first." He insisted, the loud hum of his engine could be heard while more walkers were left in the dust.

"Daryl, I'm fine." You grunted when he went over a bump in the road, hitting your arm in just the wrong way. Not wanting to tell Daryl you were bitten, you set the crossbow over your arm with a wince.

Sooner or later, he would be able to tell that something is up with you. The familiar southern-accent of his drawing deep before the next words came out of his mouth, "What's wrong, Y/N? The last time you looked at me that way was well when..."

Swiftly placing your finger upon his lips, you gently grinned while glancing up and down at Daryl. "When we drunk-fucked and tied each other up?" You asked him innocently, gripping onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it, your stomach doing back flips, and it wasn't just because you brought up your past relationship with Daryl.

"I'm feeling ill..." Finally admitting this, Daryl slowed down some to check up on you. "Taking the leather jacket off would help." Daryl responded with snark in his comment. Hesitant to take the leather jacket off, you did it anyways. Negan gifted you one identical to his, except your name was spelled in italics along the leather backing.

Daryl eventually stopped his motorcycle completely, covering his tracks after the fact. Then he glanced over at you with worry in his eyes. Flinching when he helped you remove the jacket, no knowledge of what he was going to say about your current infection from one of the walkers. Tears began to roll down your face, knowing what had to be done in order for your survival. You were bitten directly below the elbow, trying your damnest to hide the bite for as long as possible. The sight of blood never seemed to bother you but the idea of having your own arm chopped off was something completely different.

"Y/N... why didn't you tell me about this sooner!?" Daryl questioned, holding your arm out which revealed the bite mark, "How on earth did this even happen- I thought you knew better." Frowning at his words, you didn't like when Daryl raised his voice at you which rarely ever happened. He knew your past had been rough aswell. Shrugging, "I don't know D, saw someone surrounded by walkers and didn't think twice. When getting closer, it turned out that Negan didn't need saving and it was just a trick to get me closer to him..." Sighing, the next words coming out of your mouth would be hard for Daryl to hear.

*earlier that day*

Negan wasn't letting you go that easy. You took five of the walkers and he took the other five. Swinging Lucille around in his hand proved to be no problem when taking the walkers out. You thought that five was no big deal for you aswell, usually being able to take that many down on your own.

With hitched breathing, you spoke out, "Four down and one to go. No big deal." Speaking to yourself, Negan raised his eyebrow as he watched how things went down. The two of you definitely had a past with each other aswell. Going to Alexandria on your own was a risk but if the people of Alexandria saw Negan and the other saviors trying to sneak on base, all shots would be fired.

It took a long time before warming up to Rick and the others, over the years they started to trust you. Allow you to make runs while being supervised. You would write to Negan with every chance you got, trying not to get caught. Telling him how much supplies Alexandria had left or were hiding. You told him about the guns they were hiding aswell.

Deep down in your gut you felt like this was wrong. On one end, you didn't want to betray Negan because he was the one that saved you before meeting Daryl. Negan fed you and took care of you, all you had to do was keep watch and make sure no one was double-crossing Negan, seemed easy enough. On the other hand, with each hunting lesson and run you did with Daryl, you felt yourself growing closer to him each time.

You didn't want to choose between the saviors or the people of Alexandria but Negan had told you that there would have to be a decision made down the road. Part of you just wanted Rick and Negan to get along and make peace but there wasn't a high possibility of that ever happening.

On one of your runs, you and Daryl stumbled upon some rope and left-over liqour, as the two of you had packed up your bags, the light-bulb went off in your head, putting two and two together. Although you and Daryl don't talk about that night often, it was definitely something special the two of you had shared in the past. Once sobering up, you cuddled half the day away.

Negan could tell you were struggling with the walker, a grimace mixed with his signature grin sprawled across his face while watching you. You couldn't tell if he actually got a kick out of seeing you struggle like this. Your knife had fallen out of the pouch and Negan had stolen your arrows before all this happened. You could have reached for the arrow to stab the walker in the head. "I'm going to fucking kill you when this is-ouch!" A loud scream parted your lips as you felt the walker tearing into your flesh.

Fear took over as you crawled away from the rotten creature, tears rolling down your face. Negan luckily caught on, he walked over and bashed it's head in before the walker could have done more damage then was already done.

"Now, what was that you were saying 'bout killing me? Little ol' you is gonna kill me with a crossbow? Knew I had a reason for stealing them." Once again, Negan swung Lucille around while speaking with you, the man standing before you struck fear into whatever was left of your soul.

Rolling your eyes at Negan, you had little time or effort in putting up with his shit. "Just shut up and give me your shirt."

"Knew one of these days you would wanna see me shirtless, sweet face." A groan escaped from your lips, hearing the nickname Negan gave you. Negan tore the cloth on his shirt, throwing it in your direction.

Bleeding out, you swiftly wrapped the cloth around your wound, tying it tightly. "Fucking hell, Negan. Stealing my arrows? Are you really that fuckin' low?" Seething in anger, you stumbled up off the ground, holding your wound, eventually you heard the engine of Daryl's motorcycle in the distance.

"Go, now. Before my cover is blown and Daryl sees you." You pushed Negan away but the little force didn't even make him move an inch. "Oh, and also I hate you so much."

"I hate you too." Negan embraced you, pulling you in for one long and passionate kiss. It felt much needed, being away from him this long proved to be difficult. Sure, Negan would leave you for dead but something small inside of you cared for this man.

*currently that day*

"Negan could have saved me like he did with the others. He watched the walker bite me and just stood there, D. I get that he is a monster but one would think that even Negan cared about my well-being."

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63 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#2

Gold, Baby, Solid Gold.

Summary : Sully could never take the hint about you having feelings for him so one night in your shared hotel room, you decide to wear a golden dress in attempts to get his attention.

Pairing : unchartedfilm!sully x f!reader

Warnings : swearing, pet names (princess/babygirl), oral (f recieving), face riding, fingering, cum talk, french kissing

Word Count : 1,589 words

A/N : This is Uncharted film based after the main events of the film happened. Alludes to a few spoilers, I had a really fun time writing this because I've literally watched the film 100 times already and Uncharted 4 is basically all I play now. Enjoy! Likes/Reblogs are appreciated! No stealing my work!

Going with Sully on adventures had definitely been different than going on them with Nathan. You viewed Nathan as a brother figure even though he already has one. Sully never seemed to get it through his thick skull that you actually developed feelings for him. Being around Sully caused your heart to skip beats and butterflies would flutter around in your stomach.

Sully’s a cockroach when it comes to gold.

Braddock's voice rung through your ears even hours later. You were grateful for Sully saving Nate instead of grabbing his satchel of gold. You always viewed Sully as the 'save himself only' type of guy so his actions today caught you by surprise. The sun went down and Sully would be back toward the hotel soon.

Nate knew how you felt about Sully so he decided to head back early while you and Sully stayed the night at the hotel. Quite ironically, he was busy picking up some Papa John's for a late night snack. You had warned him not to go back after smashing the glass toward the location earlier. When did Sully actually ever listen to you though? He never seemed to get the hint of you having feelings for him.

The cat meowed at the edge of the bed wanting attention. You pet his cat before standing up and opening your bag up. Holding up the golden dress that glimmered along with the lighting, a smile spread along your lips. You were saving the outfit for an undercover mission but you didn't know when you would be alone with Sully again and him actually being in a good mood for once.

Entering the washroom, you pinned your hair up while slipping your clothing off and the golden dress put on afterwards fit your figure perfectly and admired it aswell.

I’m literally in a Papa John’s right now.

You practically screeched when hearing Sully speak through the phone. "Did you uh- butt dial me again? What did Nate say about keeping so many apps open?" You questioned Sully with a chuckle.

Sully proceeded to order the pizza for you two before hearing your voice. "I'll be there in ten." Sully informed, you didn't know who seemed to talk more, you or him.

"You don't need Tinder around tonight..." Mumbling up against the speaker while your cheeks tinted red. "What was that?" He questioned while picking up the pizza and entering his car. "Uh, nothing-" You hung up the phone before giving Sully the chance to answer.

While waiting for his return, you pulled out your makeup pouch and applied some red lipstick along with other makeup that complimented your skin tone.

If we find the gold, we find him too.

You waited patiently at the doorway for Sully to arrive. Pairing your golden dress along with some black combat boots. Heels would be the obvious choice but you were aiming for comfort tonight. Hearing the door knob turn, you jumped up in excitement and ran toward the bed, trying your best to look sexy.

Sully held the pizza in his hands with his phone sitting on top of the box, he nearly dropped both on the floor when seeing you all dressed up just to impress him in hopes that he would now take the hint.

"Wow, Y/N. You look stunning." His eyes wandered along your body briefly, "Really been paying attention to how much I love gold, huh?" You nodded, the smile creeping across your lips again.

"Hey, listen... Sully, I need to tell you something." You sat up on the bed and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe it will be easier to hear when sitting down." You added.

Sully listened and sat down at the edge of the bed beside you. "What is it, Y/N? Did someone steal my stuff again? Wouldn't be the first time." You shook your head at him, "No, silly."

"I... well wanted to tell you that I have had feelings for you quite a long time now. Well... just a few months but-" You were finding it hard to form sentences, actually confessing this to Sully instead of infront of your mirror while alone was different. He was actually here and listening to you, being respectful. What if he doesn't like you? The thoughts starting to make your head spin while sweat started to form on your palms. Great.

"I really really like you, Sully." You eventually got out as his hazel eyes met with yours. He placed his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb up against it before responding. "I really really like you aswell, Y/N. For a long time now but I was nervous because of my reputation with women in the past. I didn't want to ruin something before we even started it, but yes I do have feelings for you."

Sully telling you this felt like a breath of fresh air, he felt the same way toward you. Getting caught up in the moment, you placed your arms on his shoulders while he positioned his arms on your hips and waist.

"Mm, dressed up in gold all for me? I love it, babygirl." Sully teasingly whispered in your ear before placing his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened as you parted your lips for him to enter his tongue in your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance while kissing, twirling your tongues around with one another. A moan escaped your lips at the sudden thought of him using his tongue on you in other ways.

Sully took his lips off yours and took a deep breath. "I must be fantastic at kissing if I already have you moaning." He teased with a wink.

Rolling your eyes at him with a chuckle, you glanced at his lips before looking at all of his other features. "No clue what you're talking about. The pizza is gonna get cold if we wait any longer."

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64 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Time Flies, Drunk Ties || TWD Drabble

Summary : A normal supply run with Daryl turns into something much more.

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings : talk of killing/blood, weapons, drinking, alcohol, unprotected sex, self pleasure, anal, rope play

A/N : This is what happened when the reader/Daryl got drunk together one night. I hope everyone enjoys this. Likes/Reblogs are appreciated. <3 Might be the last thing I write for awhile, my anxiety is bad. Editing requests are open though. Feel free to dm/send in an ask! <3 No stealing my work either! I'm aware that this isn't the best writing ever. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7 before Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble.

This morning you were supposed to meet up with Negan but Daryl had insisted on you joining with him on a run for supplies. You didn't really see the point in doing supply runs anymore but it kept Negan happy and he didn't kill as many people when you were around him. Who were you kidding... Negan killed your friends in cold blood directly infront of you.

Packing up the last bit of things before heading out of Alexandria for the day, you grabbed some bottled water, canned goods, and your lucky knives. One could never go wrong with bringing knives. Sure, you had one pistol full on ammo with the crossbow over your shoulder aswell.

Daryl often commented about how long you took when having to leave and actually do something. He waited for you on his motorcycle while you hugged your friends goodbye. With walkers roaming around nearly ever corner along with other dangers, you never knew what goodbye would be your very last.

"Goodbye Rick, I think I'm gonna miss you the most." You grinned up at him gently before setting your hand in his hair and messing with it. His cheeks crinkled up while beginning to smile as he shook his head at you.

"Guess this is payback for messing up your hair that one time." Rick teased, you rolled your eyes up at the man before saying goodbye to Carol.

"I think Pookie over there is starting to catch butterflies in his stomach for you." Glancing back toward the gate, you saw Daryl on his motorcycle while catching a look at you every once in awhile. Both him and Negan caused butterflies in your own stomach, all for different reasons.

"N-no-" Stuttering, you shook your head while staring down at your combat boots. "Daryl doesn't like me that way, does he?" Cheeks growing warm at the thought of Daryl sharing the same feelings as you.

Carol shrugged, "Maybe he does. If you have to ask the question, then the answer is probably yes. Now get goin' before he decides to leave you behind." All jokes aside, you knew that Daryl would never do that.

Making your way toward Daryl, a smile spread along your lips while throwing one leg over his motorcycle along with the other. "Let's get going, slow-poke."

"Mhm, I'm the one that is slow." Daryl responded, two members of Alexandria opened up the gate as you and Daryl went through.

*a few hours later*

"Where are we heading?" Questioning him as you looked around only to see walkers surrounding both sides of the dirt road.

"Straight. Saw an old shack a couple of miles ahead, we'll be safe there for tonight."

Along the way, you and Daryl found food for the others at home and some more water. The most interesting thing the two of you found though was some rope and liqour.

The whole ride seemed rather quiet and long. You were hoping to get more out of today. Sighing loud as you hopped off his motorcycle and went into the shack, Daryl followed close behind you.

"What's wrong now?" Daryl questioned as he raised an eyebrow up at you while resting his back up against some wood.

"Nothing, D... Just- I've been sexually frustrated ever since waking up this morning. Getting off is hard when the only moans you hear are those of the walkers." With a huff, you threw your bag on the ground which caused the beer bottles to roll out along with some rope the two of you found earlier that day.

Daryl glanced up and down at you, trying to make out if you were joking around this time or not. He never grew close to anyone, the only reason he stops by Alexandria is to make sure you are safe and well taken care of.

"Hmm," Daryl hummed as your eyes met with his, "Guess we will have to fix this problem of yours then." Just hearing his southern-accent was enough to make your panties wet.

Things started to become more handsy after downing two beers each. Straddling his clothed thigh, you needed even more friction. "Daryl, please. I want your big D..."

Daryl shook his head, wanting to see how long the whining and begging would be able to go on for but what he didn't know about you was the fact you enjoyed being bratty and getting your way.

Smirk growing across your lips, you rid yourself from the jeans and t-shirt.

"What are ya' gonna do if I touch myself, D? Hmm?" You taunted all while slipping your hand down your panties, beginning to pleasure yourself.

Moments later, the buldge grew even larger in his pants. "Fuck, I've had enough of this." With swift moments, Daryl lifted you up and pinned you against the wall.

"I knew that you were slow."

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67 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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[stitchwraith-stingers]

8, 13, 20 🔥fop🔥

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about - ppl who havent watched the og show on its own / enterity talking abt how coswans marriage fell apart BECAUSE of timmy's secret wish

now again i have no problem w people talking about this if its their own interpretation or au, ive said many times that on its own i think if you do it well you can make a good angst fic, however what i want people to understand is that that take came from someones analysis, and while i do have small problems w it (the 'apartnership shows them being bad for eachother' section in perticular) its just generally not a bad thing however w alot of these analysis' ppl listen to it and it goes through a game of telephone, its what happened to chloe like even before i remember if ppl mentioned her name some guy in his 40s would run to the comments to make 4 posts about how much she sucks and half the time the ppl didnt watch the show itself

i also think its making people blur the line between their own interpretation and what the actual writing intent is "omg coswan got marriage counseling in anw after slowly falling out thats cute" a fun headcanon but people speak of it like it was fully intentional, from the pitchbible coswan were always ment to love eachother wholey, its just the fact that they brought in more writers who made more "i hate my wife" jokes and it went downhill from here, but also because the og fop didnt have its own connected storyline and character arcs, and i highly doubt they planned the 50 years wish in 2002, along with the fact that the ANW writers picking up the pieces and just going off their old writing if that makes sense

as a note on the last part i will admit that coswans relationship got slightlyyy better after season 5-7 ish, keyword being slightly, they dont make explicit "i hate my wife jokes' every 2 minutes and had some cute moments but its still there just much less unbearable

worst blorboficiation - poof WHATTTT WHO SAID THAT

the twink jokes were funny for the first week now its making me want to bash my head into the wall, im also not a fan of ppl molding him into a father for dev (i.e specifically calling him dad) because A) to me it just seems like ur reducing him to one character trait alone B) hes more of a "older brother who returned from collage" type of dude who just got his first job and it isnt going well

also perirep fans, the moment i peep in and i see fanart to me its basically that one yaoi base, close enough welcome back 2018

i want more ppl to take in account the amount of shit poof has been in the og show... YEAH hes a baby and wont remember anything and hes so lenient on da rules, HOWEVER have you considered that hes just trying not to loose his first job ever and when hes not doing godparenting hes being a mischevious little fuck (the cupcake gag, "I NEVER GAVE 2 WEEKS NOTICE!!!!!!!") and foop is also slightly soppy wet, make them daffy and bugs bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i could probably list 2 more

part of canon you found tedious or boring - TIMMYS DAD BEING EVERYWHEREEEEE, like i get it the writers found him funny and wanted to use him more but by the time season 10 rolled around he was in basically every single episode and theyve dumbed him down to the point where he was so stupid it got annoying

crocker while i didnt like him also being shoved in every episode atleast had more going on for him because of the whole fairy hunter thing (and i liked kevin... rip kevin) and i get that realistically they couldnt do anything w the other characters cuz the voice actors left iirc but i feel like with this guy the people went "um . what do we do" and threw everything at the wall, holy shit i want to smash this guys head in with a metal poll, timmy moms can stay though

(on a unrelated note cuz i didnt wanna make a seperate post: hot take but iirc i think timmys mom was actually a good mother on her own when dad wasnt around, she just got so into him she forgor ....... if that makes sense)

[emmyrosee]

based on this tiktok. teehee

bff!Suna x gn!reader

A/N- my mouth is in so much pain, why did no one tell me wisdom teeth surgery would hurt so bad I need atsumu head smooches STAT-

ugly 🙄💍 bae. sugar. my darling. pls. call me and pretend it’s an emergency. i have to get tf out of here.

ugly 🙄💍 he smells like old pizza pls save me.

he could practically feel the urgency emanating through your text.

the tv show he’d been watching meant nothing to suna now as it drones in the background, his focus on your well-being (well- the drama you were involved in, anyways) and he shakes his head as he ponders your circumstance.

it wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to warn you against going out with this sleezeball from the other team who gave you his number at the last game; suna had told you, repeatedly, that jerks from that school were nothing but trouble.

but naturally, your stubborn ass didn’t believe him.

and he wanted, briefly, to leave you there to suffer the consequences of your actions, you’d forgive him in time- but he also knew of his scarily stoic captain’s deep rooted crush for you, and he was not about to get on his shit list for “abandoning” you.

ugh.

SENT: how bad is it?

ugly 🙄💍 i asked for steak. And he said that i should get the salad.

SENT: EW.

VETO.

send me ur location. im scooping

pls punch him for me.

ill call

he doesn’t wait longer to toe on some shoes and grab the keys to his beat up old car, calling a quick “mom! I’ll be back!” and heading out into the chill of night, being your knight in shining armor in sweat pants tucked inside of his socks, and slides to adorn his feet.

the engine sputters to life, and as soon as he’s backed out of the driveway, he quickly dials in your phone number, clearing his throat as he allows the monotonous dial tone ring in his ear.

there’s a click, and he instantly fakes hyperventilating that actually hurts his chest to do. “Rin, I’m on my date, can I call-“

“HE TOOK THE CAT!” He blubbers, slowly coming to a red light. He hears you gasp, though he knows from the shakiness of your breath that you’re trying not to laugh. “What- w-who!”

“Shinsuke!” He wails, knowing his volume probably is hurting your own head. He wants to laugh, he hasn’t ever looked at his captain that way- he makes a mental note to never let his first name slip so casually from his lips again- let alone be romantically involved with him. But, when inspiration strikes, Suna knew to answer. “I-I-I came home and he had that BITCH ex of his bent over the couch, I told him to l-l-leave and I drove around to calm down, and when I came b-back, he took my CAT!”

he hopes the complete ridiculousness of his story is working to his benefit.

“Rin, I will be over when I’m done, I promise, please calm down-“

“WAFFLE!” He shrieks, adding a couple of obnoxious sniffles and wails to accompany his fake grief. “HE TOOK MY BABY!” Around his theatrics, he hears you whisper something along the lines of “are you sure?” and “I’m so sorry,” and he can only assume that your plan worked, and you are now free from this hell of a date. “Okay rinnie, can you pick me up? Then we’ll go find Waffle, my location is- oh my god I can’t believe that fucking worked.”

the relief in your voice and your choice of words makes him stop his fake crying and cackle along with you, making snide comments about how bad the date went and how he “told you so!” to stay away from the creature you had gone on the date with.

“I’m here dumbass, hang up and get in the car,” he snickers, hanging up first and unlocking his car to allow you to slip into the passenger seat. you look good, too good to be going out with trash from another school, but the exhaustion under your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

“were you crying?” he asks with an amused lilt in his voice- even if the idea of you crying while waiting for him makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“Shut up,” you snort. “I was just worried about waffle.”

it makes you both fall back into a fit of laughter, and, sure, you’re both going to hell for lying on Kita Shinsuke’s perfect name, but Rin is almost positive Mr. Perfect will learn to accept that it was for your benefit.

“C’mon, I was supposed to meet the twins for McDicks, you’re coming,” he says flatly, leaving no room for discussion.

“Rin, I’m severely overdressed-“

“It’ll give Tsumu somethin’ to stare at while Samu and I steal his nuggets.”

“You steal his nuggets?”

“Hey, you’re my best friend- you enchant my teammates, I exploit that for self-gain.”

[statticscribbles]

Doodle

Summary: Newt/Reader; Soulmate AU,whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmates

All throughout school you’d catch doodles and scribbles on your arms; occasionally the faint sketch of some creature but mostly small flowers or magically drawn birds. You’d never figured out who it was during your time at hogwarts; but when you started working in the ministry; the drawings became a comfort, you often wonder if they play a role in your decision to work in the Magical Creature’s department. You don’t usually respond to the drawings, they either appear in places you can’t easily reach due to your clothes covering them; or you’re working on gathering information and trying your best to do research about the creatures everyone wants to destroy. You hate how wrong that feels and you take more comfort in the drawings of the creatures as if they’re being studied, not hunted; soon lists were added; odd ingredients or items. It was a silly habit but you found yourself buying the plants that were most commonly listed as well as keeping a small hoard of galleons for whatever kept stealing your soulmates. You’d never actually talked to him; but one day after he angrily scraped three underlines under ‘liquid seaweed’ did you draw a small frowning niffler next to it; you added a speech bubble and the words “that stung” colouring in the tears. The reaction was immediate; swirls and flowers and branches suddenly heated your skin, magically drawn on. It sunk in your soulmate never realized you’d returned the doodles; just that they had forgotten how much they’d drawn on themselves.

I’ve never thought I would have a soulmate all my time at ----------- I couldn’t ever remember seeing drawings. You frown and the gap in the sentence; you knew locations and names wouldn’t go through. You draw the niffler again; sitting on your wrist and adding a speech bubble filled with magic hearts I always thought you were too busy with whatever you do.

Research. He responds and draws a heart around the niffler.

You like nifflers? You ask and he draws another bunch of hearts before adding. They're cute but they steal everything shiny he adds a frown and you cross over it grinning as you draw yet another niffler holding a heart. They just want love is all; and all your shinies. You look up jumping when you see Thesues Scamander standing in front of your desk looking unimpressed.

“Sorry sir; what can I do for you?”

“I need the report from the incident with the grindylows from the other day. Murklow said that it could be a cover for a Grindelwald meeting.” You nod pulling your sleeve down and waving your wand to pull the report he’s asking for.

“Here you are sir; anything else?”

“Were you talking to your soulmate?” You flush a little at his question, nodding.

“Well if he likes nifflers as much as you; ask about other creatures?”

“Oh that’s a good idea sir!” You grin and he smiles softly.

“Call me Theseus, Y/N.” You nod, waiting until Theseus leaves and then scribbling on your arm a question that your soulmate leaves blank for two hours. Do you like magical creatures or are you like most others? You’re not sure what you’re expecting but you receive a paragraph along your thigh with only a few of the words blanked. You read through all of it twice grinning at how passionately he talks about how misunderstood most creatures are. You draw a niffler offering a heart out and then ask Have you read Fantastic beasts and where to find them? It just came out; I love it. You grin to yourself when a string of hearts answers your question. What do you think of the author? You chew your lip jumping when your boss calls you for a new case. You scowl at the information; most of the department still believed in the older information of most of the magical creatures. The new case was investigating a group of knarls that were nearing a muggle area. You spend the rest of the day gathering as much information about the area the knarls were last seen and what you’ll need to capture and relocate them.

Sorry work got busy; I love the author, he seems so kind and wonderful. You offer frowning when there’s no reply.

“Y/N!” You turn when you hear your name called and are surprised to see Thesues walking over.

“Yes?”

“You’re working on that Knarl case right?” You nod letting Theseus update you on the whereabouts, apparently the knarls were only in the muggle area because there’s a Jarvey that took over there home.

“A Jarvey.” You scowl sighing.

“Thank you Theseus; this makes dealing with it a lot easier; at least I can sort of talk to the Jarvey.” You roll your eyes and he grins.

“You off home now?”

“No; I’m off to go see if I can find the Jarvey; or the Knarls.”

“You think you can talk to them?”

“The Knarls yes; the Jarvey, hopefully.” You wave goodbye to Theseus as you take the floo network home.

Do you know about Jarvey’s? I have to deal with one soon. You wait for a reply as you pack a bag; drumming your fingers as you get no response before you apparate to the area that the report said they were in.

To catch one? You nod before writing yes. All you get is a half sketch half doodle of a niffler, with a heart and it making what you assume is a thumbs up gesture.

You groan waking up after having spent most of the night trying to convince the Jarvey to leave the Knarls alone and find a better home. You’d been called a bitch and vermin about fifty times before you’d gone to speak to the Knarls; the Jarvey had been offended enough to counter offer your idea of leaving the Knarls home to find a new one for himself. That was after he’d angrily scraped at your arm; almost tearing through the doodled nifflers.

You managed to agree to rehome the Knarls away from the muggle area; and even offered the Jarvey some moles you’d managed to gather before you’d gone to meet them. You’d gotten as close to a thank you as possible from a Jarvey and he even offered to come with you to the ministry to explain what you’d agreed with. You’d assured him while you appreciated it; you didn’t like the idea of him being captured. He’d then drawn a crude sort of star on your palm with a black marker he’d found and you’d returned to the ministry with the Knarls in a cat carrier with blankets charmed to stay warm.

“Good morning Y/N.” Thesues grins and you nod yawning.

“Late night?”

“Yeah; but I got the knarls.”

“You got the knarls?” He looks down to the case and you grin.

“And the jarvey?”

“He’s enjoying his new home and the snack I brought him.”

“You fed the Jarvey? And talked to it?”

“I mean I don’t know how much of a conversation it was; I was explaining everything going on and he kept calling me a bitch.” You shrug setting the knarls; which continue to sleep under your desk as you start to work up the report.

Did it go okay? You grin at your soulmates question, drawing a crude doodle of the knarls in the carrier. We all survived. Minus my pride. You don’t look at the response for a while finishing up the report and waiting till lunch to find your supervisor to ask about relocating the knarls.

The jarvey decided to knock me down a peg. Beside the explanation you doodle the jarvey with an angry face and a little speech bubble with the words bitch and vermin in it. The only response is a frowning face.

Since you know so much about magical creatures; where's the safest place for me to bring the knarls? You chew your lip hoping that wherever he describes won’t be blanked out. Suitcase. Or a large field with plenty of hedgerows; anywhere a hedgehog would live. You nod drawing a circle and question marks around the word suitcase.

“Y/N where are you off to?” You hold up the case, the knarls chattering at you and you frown.

“I’m sorry guys; I just have to have a quick chat and we can get you a nice big field and some new worm hunting grounds.” They chitter again and you sigh.

“I’m heading to drop the knarls off to a much better home.”

“Your soulmate give you advice?” Theseus grins as he walks up spotting the carrier in your hands.

“Apparently I need a suitcase.” You laugh showing Thesues the writing on your arm. He nods glancing from the knarls to your arm and back to you. He doesn’t say anymore simply turning away back towards his department. You shrug and leave the ministry building to apparate to one of your favourite spots in the countryside. You glance to the abandoned cottage before nuding the door open and opening the carrier to let the knarls wander out.

“There we are. Is this an okay spot?” You hum as the knarls seem to vanish. You make a note to check back on them in the coming weeks. You know you still have time for lunch but you decide to return back to the ministry to avoid rushing and being able to have a cup of tea in peace. You’re sitting in the lobby people watching when you can see a figure stagger out from the floo network and almost tackle Theseus to the ground. You try not to laugh when Theseus grins hugging the figure as the figure seems to hang limply in his grip for a moment before his head swivels looking around.

“It’s lunch right now.” You can hear Thesues’ voice and you note how the man next to him wilts. You try your best not to laugh at them returning to your tea before you can feel eyes on you. You don’t say anything feeling the faint scratch of a pen on your arm. Turn around and wave. You roll your eyes turning and waving. The man next to Theseus stares at the ground while Thesues moves towards you.

“Y/N. How’s lunch going?”

“You lost your friend.”

“My brother actually, Newt; come over here and say hello to Y/N she works in the department for magical creatures.”

“Oh; hello.” He walks slowly over extending his hand and you catch a familiar black star shape on his palm.

“Your soulmate?” You question and he nods.

“No clue what they mean by the star; but it’s nice to finally talk to them.” He grins slightly and you laugh a little nodding.

“What about you?” Thesues comments and you look down to your palm at the star shape.

“The Jarvey I talked to earlier. He decided it was a parting gift.” Newt steps closer to examine it; his fingers brushing over your palm; barely touching it.

“Is this the same jarvey that called you a bitch and vermin? I might have to have a word with him.” He mumbles and you try your best not to give anything away with how Newt keeps side glancing to Theseus.

“I was wondering; since you’re the expert here; I dropped the knarls off to a new area; and I don’t know if it’s a proper place for them..” You trail off and can see Thesues roll his eyes.

“You two enjoy your talk about knarls; remember lunch is over in twenty minutes.” Thesues reminds you and you nod waiting as he leaves before you look up at Newt.

“Hey.” He grins watching as you press your palms together to match the stars up.

“Your drawings are much better than my doodles of a niffler.”

“I thought they were very true to reality.”

“Is this why you mentioned a suitcase.”

“Yes; did it help you catch on?” he tilts his head and you gasp. He grins as Pickett pokes his head out.

“Not now Pickett.” Your hand drifts upwards and Pickett’s hands reach towards you and climbs on your hand.

“Oh. Hello there sweetheart. Aren’t you just the most impressive bowtruckle I’ve ever seen.” Pickett taps his little hands on your figner nails and Newt sighs.

“His ego is big enough; please don’t lie to him.”

“It’s the truth. No harm in reminding him. He really is incredible though. His leaves are a beautiful green shade.” You grin and Pickett taps faster on your hand before scurrying towards your shoulder as Newt reaches for him.

“Pickett no!” he scolds trying to grasp at the bowtruckle as he hunkers down  on your shoulder.

“Newt it’s alright; I can show you where the knarls are anyways.” He looks towards the clock and you catch your supervisor's attention.

“Yes Y/N.”

“I dropped the knarls off sir; is there anything else?”

“Oh good; we have two new cases one involving; what else were you going to ask.”

“Well sir; I’ve just found my soulmate and I was hoping-“

“Go home! Talk with each other. For Merlins sake Y/N; you have enough vacation days regardless of  the soul week you get to spend off. Go on.” He nods and you grin.

“Thank you.” You grin and Newt waves to him, you laugh a little when he falters and glaces to both of you.

“Theseus is going to kill me.” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes; I was just talking about how I finally realized I do have a soulmate and he all but demanded to see what we’d written. He lost it when he saw the writing; I guess I know why. He recognised your handwriting.” You smile at him nodding to the Floo network.

“Here; hold my hand.” Your hand twines with his as you step into the floo-place and close your eyes speaking the area of the countryside.

“Here we are.” You grin and Newt looks around.

“This seems perfect for knarls.” You grin back at him.

“Now may I show you the first option?”

“The suitcase?” You look confused and he grins holding his hand out. You close your eyes; you’re not sure why but Newt grins.

“Okay open!” you spot his face; halfway obscured by a young Occamy curling around his neck.

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PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn��t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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