#good thing she doesn't know that it'd go STRAIGHT to her head

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

What if Ford dies from Bill's torture? And Stan still cursed as a cat gets Dan and the rest to the house? (I love angst) btw there's another happy ending where Ford was barely clinging to life but not dead so he get rescued by the group.

Is it make the dark lord cry hours here? Why's everyone being so sad?

In the terrible scenario where Ford dies, Bill is moving into his permanent flesh puppet and yelling at Fords ghost for having the nerve to die before Bill could kill him on purpose. Fords floating around horrified that Bill has full access to the house and his research, and works with Nikola to go get help from outside before Bill figures out how to tear down the door to the basement and start the apocalypse. Stan is pushing down his horror and devastation to help Ford's ghost out, but he's barely clinging on to that thread.

The confrontation between Bill and the rest of the group is similar in that Dan decks him and he drops, but then he doesn't get back up, because Ford's dead. Instead they watch in horror as Bill pops back in a few minutes later laughing at them, and they're forced to tie him up while chocking back tears. Ford's too weak to appear to them, so Stan goes around and gets all of his ghost summoning things to get the message across.

Then its sad tears hours as everyone's confronted with Ford's ghost, Fiddleford horrified that he abandoned his friend, Carla horrified that Fiddleford prevented her from helping her friend, etc, etc, while Stan's wailing at his feet and pawing at his floating form. Just full teary eyed cat sadness yowling. You know the type.

Worse ending here is Stan doesnt get out of the house to get Dan and the others, and is either locked in the basement counting down the hours until starvation gets him while Ford's ghost watches(or Fiddleford with a buzz saw rescues him) or Bill now has a nice fluffy scarf as he goes around trying to tear down the door to get downstairs, with Fords ghost yelling and trying to do what he can with no body while Stan's numb from Bill touch. This could lead to a potential Bill Wins scenario, depending on how long it'd take him to realize he can bypass the door entirely by going through the floor, and that a corpse doesnt have to worry about surviving the fall. Then Ford lives because his ghost gets shoved back into his body and Bill fixes it, offended that Ford's weak mortal form had the gall to go and die on him without permission. Chances of Cat Man Stan are high, but Bill might also just go straight to Ford torture to force cooperation now that he knows he can shove his soul back in if he pushes the body too far. Then Stan gets to watch his bro get tortured from the side while Bill laughs at his yowling.

Happy end is Ford actually is alive, just banged his head, Bill possessing him accidentally shoved his spirit out, and everyone thought he was dead until Bill was kicked out for good and they realized he was still breathing. Then its a quick trip to the hospital while Carla and Ford work together on figuring out how to shove a spirit back into a body (just gotta zoom back in). Stan spends the entire time on Fords chest, refusing to move. They have to threaten/bribe the hospital staff to let him stay, because every time they try to pull Stan away he yowls like they're killing him.

I think this is one universe where Stan would go back to trying to communicate who he is, just so he can yell at Ford for scaring the life out of him. If Ford does end up perma dead Stan would become a depressed wreck of a cat, just lounging around Ford's house and laying in his bed, refusing to do anything but lay there. This would be a perma cat Stan universe, as he'd stop caring about trying to turn human without Ford there. Just becomes Emma-May's cat after the divorce so he can stick with Shifty (And they would, after Fiddlefords cult era led to their friends death). She can't get rid of him, even if she tries, because he just always comes back (except for when he's sneaking out to wreck Fiddlefords life as majorly as his cat body allows. He'll never forgive him for abandoning Ford after all). If at any point he did become human, the moment he learned how his curse worked he'd go back to living as a cat. Doesn't care about being Stanley after all, the last thing Ford cared about was Nikola, so that's who he is now.

Thanks for making me cry in the middle of the night. Now i'm inflicting this on you all.

[losers-clvb]

hunters' reunion sam winchester x female!reader

content: smut (fingering, dirty talk, public sex, nonconsensual voyeurism), dom!sam, established relationship

word count: 737

note: this is actually a part of an answer for an ask, but it got a bit out of hand, so i decided why not turn it into a little blurb! enjoy!

Sam and Dean aren't usually the type to go to these types of things, but the moment you heard Jody mention a “hunters’ reunion”, you're begging them to go. You missed the community of your old life, though you would never admit it out loud.

Upon arrival, it was clear that every hunter within driving distance had chosen to attend. You dragged Sam through the crowds, laughing and chatting it up. The other hunters are impressed that the Winchesters have made an appearance, some even more impressed that a girl like yourself could get the infamous Sam Winchester to do just about anything with a bat of your lashes.

Night comes and the few still lingering guests, including some you know personally, are gathered around a bonfire. The array of mismatched chairs are small in quantity, so you make no complaints when Sam drags you onto his lap. You snuggle into him, grateful for the warmth he provides in the chilly night air.

Jody and Dean are going on about some haunting they had to deal with a few weeks back. It's slow going, telling the story, because the two kept interrupting each other.

"No, no, Dean, it was not four ghosts! It was six!" Jody butts in when Dean is setting the scene. He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Learn how to count, old lady. It was four." Dean counters, dragging out the last word for dramatic effect.

"Who are you calling old? I heard your back crack earlier when you stood up!" That sends Dean back into a different argument, and so it continues.

You laugh along and try to listen, but then you feel a poking up against your ass.

"You feel that?" Sam's lips ghost against the shell of your ear. It was inconspicuous enough to not draw attention. "That's what you do to me, baby."

You can't even do so much as move your head to reply. It'd be too obvious that you two were talking, leading to Jody's and Dean's arguing to turn to you. Instead, you just leaned further into his chest.

"Wish we were alone," Sam continues, "I'd fuck you up against that tree so hard the squirrels would have my name memorized."

It shouldn't have been as hot as it was. The whimper that leaves your throat is embarrassing. Thankfully, Jody had burst from her chair at the same moment, ranting on about how she "saved Dean's wimp ass.” Dean doesn't agree and follows her to standing.

"Are you wet right now?" Sam dares a kiss on your ear. He frowns at your nonresponse. "Answer me or I'll check myself." He growls.

You try to bite back your moan, unsuccessfully. A few neighboring hunters look your way and you make a show of stretching your arms, attempting to replicate the moan.

Apparently they're more gullible than they should be for trained killers because they smile and turn back to "The Jody and Dean Show" with their new host Charlie, who had pushed in between the two in an attempt to calm them from their childlike shouting over who's killed the most vamps.

You forget you had a question to answer until Sam's hand snakes under your dress. He cups your cloth-covered sex and hums out approvingly at the damp feel.

"Soaked." He whispers to you. you swallow and pray he's finished with this game of his, ignoring the excitement that bubbles into you at the new situation.

"You be a good quiet girl and I'll let you come." Sam dips his hand into your underwear. He swipes two fingers through your folds before slipping them into you. you clench your jaw to keep from whining.

Your eyelids flutter shut a few times while he pumps his fingers into you. All you can think is thank God for the blanket draped over you two, and thank God for the Winchester men's long fingers.

"That's it, baby, come on my hand." Sam keeps his eyes straight ahead, giving the illusion that he was simply watching the new argument between Charlie and Dean about which actress was hottest.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath with your release. The group around you is none the wiser to your activities as Sam carefully readjusts your underwear to a comfortable position. He kisses your forehead with a smile and takes a sip of his beer while you reorient yourself.

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[knoxic]

How to be a High Lady? part 2

Eris Vanserra x Mate!Reader

Summary: Reader's first meeting as a HL, Rhysand makes some comments and reader chews him out, then smut🤭

wc: 2k

warnings: Feysand slander, cursing and a shit ton of dialogue

a/n: the way there's so little of Eris here...sorry😔 but I'll make up for it if I make a part 3, with just the two of them, maybe their domestic lives and doing High Lord & Lady things in Autumn, idk maybe smut?

part 1

How they met

Their morning was slow, starting with lazy cuddles in bed followed by an easy breakfast. Her daily meditation helped gather her thoughts and feelings about the meeting ahead, when she focused on it, she could see flashes of messy handwriting and a dark room.

Dressing for the meeting took longer than she'd expected, Eris being the last one to finish so he could match her dress, it had turned into a habit now for him to combine his vest with her dresses or corsets.

After getting through her first meeting, their arrival this time was easier, not caring if people were staring at her or whispering behind her back, she knew today would be tough and her mind was set straight. They were the last ones to arrive, which was weird, she'd made sure they weren't late. The meeting started smoothly, but it didn't remain that way.

"I'm just saying, it'd be better if we cooperated..." Feyre chimed in when no one agreed with Rhysand's words. After hearing those contradictory words she couldn't not intervene.

"No offense, Feyre, but I don't think you're the best person to say that." She said, hoping that it wouldn't cause Rhysand to come for her neck yet. Feyre was stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback.

"And why is that?"

"We can't cooperate if the other part is deceitful."

"Are you calling my High Lady a liar?" Cassian roughly uttered.

"No." Her voice was steady, not showing any traces of fear, because this time she was, in fact, fearless. "I'm saying, how can we know if you're trustworthy when most of your court doesn't even trust you? How can we trust that you won't ruin our courts, like you've done before."

"Again you go speaking of my court." Rhysand growled. "You've been High Lady for a day and think you know everything. Tell me, you seem so sure of what goes beyond my wards... have you been in my court before?" Every word he spoke carried an generous amount of venom.

"No, and I have no desire to do so."

"Then how the fuck do you know so much? Are you a fucking witch or what?" His eyebrows danced showing how pissed he was, apparently not knowing everything seemed to have that effect on him.

The possibilities of what could happen depending on what she responded were running through her head, her first response would be to deny but if she did and they figured it out, which they probably would eventually, she'd be a treacherous witch and that was...

"Yes. I am a witch." The silence in the room was deafening, her ears were ringing, "And so far, my powers have only showed me objects in need of help, faes, humans... courts. I do what I can to help them–"

"I've lived in Night Court for centuries, I helped them, I made things better, I ruled them, you have no right to suddenly decide the way I rule my court is not enough, you don't know." Rhysand growled.

"But I do," her words were firm, matching his tone, "They're not my people and its not my court, but they need someone to care for them, most people in Hewn City have never seen the sky above their heads because they're trapped under a fucking mountain. Have it ever occurred to you that there may be innocent people living there? Children, like your son–"

"Watch it–" Azriel spat. She changed courses.

"Have it occurred to you that maybe they despise you because you never showed them empathy? Instead of trying to gain their approval by providing you could be a good High Lord, you locked them up." She never faltered, every word was spoken loud and clear.

Night's High Lord was fuming, if yesterday she thought his eyes promised death, now they were death. Sharp pain ran across the thick walls she built around her mind, as if claws had just taken a hold of her brain, causing her eyebrows to furrowed as a sharp gasp left her mouth. Thankfully, she spent years working on her mind and everything beyond, and with a strong spell to protect her body, it wouldn't be so easy for him to get through her mind.

"Rhysand!" Eris hissed, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. She needed to act before Eris attacked him, it wouldn't be pretty.

"If you wanted to see it for yourself, you could've just asked." She teased, but it was true, she would've showed him if he wanted her to. She opened her walls and launched him every memories she had of his people, every small shot her gift had shown her of them.

Rhysand's mouth twitched, his frown deepening. She wasn't sure if it was from being unable to break his way through her mind or because the image she told him about was true. Feyre's expression soured and she could imagine that they were having a mind conversation right at that moment, maybe he showed her the images too.

"That's not true" She said. Was that not enough?

"But it is."

"Certainly you've been wrong before." Rhysand uttered, his voice close to a growl.

"No. If it's shown to me, it's true." If they still didn't believe, she might as well tell them how it works, "If I see something, it's because it has happened or will happen soon, I'm able to differentiate them and when I can prevent them from happening, I do. What I showed you has already happened– has been happening for centuries."

"Have you seen things from other courts?" Tarquin's voice was hesitant, "Summer?" He eyes the other High Lords, all of them silently agreeing with his question.

"Well, yes. I saw Spring's downfall but it was too late, and–" Eris' hot hand on her arm made her look at him, searching for any traces that could show he wanted to maintain secrecy, she found none. "Autumn's genocide."

"That's why you took over..." Tamlin whispered, looking at Eris who gave a simple, almost imperceptible, nod in response.

"How long have you been seeing our court in your..."

"Memories. They're memories, from other people, from now and from the future. A couple years, at first I tried to gather information about what happened there but... it was well hidden."

"Oh–"

"Why'd you never say anything? If you were oh so worried about them." Mor sarcastically spoke. For someone who knows what is like living there, she's embarrassingly hypocritical.

"Would it have changed anything? By the time I stopped looking for them, Feyre was already here. Things changed–"

"And she became High Lady, did you not think you could have talked to her, if you're so sure I wouldn't have done anything." She should be cautious, but then, she had been playing with fire for over a century now. She was almost vibrating with the need to speak what she really thought, but her neck was at risk.

"What, little witchy lost her words? Or did your gift make an appearance?" Rhysand smirked at her. Fuck it.

"Feyre was barely fae at the time and being honest... she doesn't even have that much credibility does she?" His smirk fell, the room filled with dense darkness, hands tried to grasp at her but were pushed back by the wards she'd silently set around herself and Eris, knowing they'd come for him too. It was ancient magic, not that easy to break.

"Rhysand! Stop!" A chorus of commands for him to control himself. Eris' and Helion's power lit up the spacious room, the latter using his powers to hold and push Rhysand back, extremely bright light making the room clear again, after all, he was in his home court. In the midst of darkness, Eris had pulled her to her feet to stand behind him, their hands wrapped around the other's waist.

"If you can't control yourselves I suggest you leave, go fight somewhere else!" Helion shouted.

"Helion, I think this is a matter for our meeting, if she knows things, we should hear." Kallias spoke calmly, not trying to set any of us off, he glanced in Rhysand's direction, who was being held back by Feyre with a hand on his arm. Helion seemed to ponder Kallias words, eyeing her and Rhysand and their mates.

"Fine, behave, or I'll ban all of you."

"You can't possibly think I'll just stand and whatch her talking about my mate like that!" Rhysand spat incredulous, Feyre tapped his arm to gather his attention.

"Let's listen to what she has to say." Feyre said, looking back at her friends, trying to hold them back, Mor leaned back against Feyre's chair, where she'd been since they arrived, she'd gladly stand back and watch as Cassian and Azriel ripped Eris to pieces.

"Bullshit, obviously." Their General uttered, still staring her down until Eris blocked his view of her.

"Alright, continue..." Rhysand spoke, staring her up and down before sitting back in his chair, Cassian watched him before stepping back, Azriel still glared at her as he did the same. Clearly Rhysand had just told them to back off. "Go on. What were you saying about my High Lady?" She calmly pulled back from Eris, gently grasping his hand and pulling him so they could sit back down too, taking a deep breath before signing their 'enemies' certificate.

"Your own 'Inner Circle' doesn't respect her commands, how would she change the way a whole city runs?" Rhysand banged a hand against the arm of his chair while Feyre's mouth fell open, his growl echoing through the room before he lunged forward.

"Out, now!" Helion stood up and pointed to the door, "Now, Rhysand."

Rhysand was practically foaming when he left, snatching a hand around Feyre's waist before winnowing out, the other three following quickly after giving her nasty looks, if she didn't know them, she'd think they were cursing her. The tense atmosphere in the room was rough to bear.

"Are you alright?" A soft voice asked her. Viviane.

"Yes."

"That was really brave, badass." She smiled.

"Brave indeed, I can't tell if you're lucky or just that powerful. I don't know how you're still alive..." Thesan laughed incredulous.

"She wouldn't defy him if she didn't know she could take it." Eris smirked, squeezing her hand in reassurance. While she was bragging about her, she noticed Helion with his fingers massaging his temples.

"We can leave if you want, I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable," talking a look around the room she noticed all of them looking at her, "any of you."

"I think Rhys needed someone to throw the shit he does to his face, none of us were really able to do it, you did, and it was nice to watch." Tamlin said, amusement written all over his face.

"I agree, the Inner Circle has done and said things we don't agree, but any time we tried to mention it they'd just turn the situation over, would pretend it didn't happen that way or that it wasn't so bad. Rhysand and Feyre both need to see that they're not as good and right as they think they are, someone to humble them could be of use." Tarquin smiled lightly and gave her a wink.

"Do they really not respect her? I had seen signs of it but... they seem so close that I just brushed it off." Helion waved a hand while speaking.

"Is not that they don't respect her, I think they just don't take her seriously. I mean, compared to them she is still a child, she grew up too soon but she's still immature. I don't know why Rhysand made her a High Lady but it doesn't change the fact that, he gave her the title, she didn't know anything about being a High Lady and barely knew anything about our world. Maybe she'd make a good one if she knew what to do, but she just sits and lets her judgment be set by what Rhysand says." She seemed to have a talent to make people go quiet. After a moment of silence, everyone pondering what they just heard, Day's High Lord spoke.

"You're definitely something."

[thefanficmonster]

The Tortured Journalists Department

Declan O'Hara x Reader (Female) [Rivals TV]

Warnings: Age Gap (Reader is 21), Swearing, Emotional Infidelity, SPOILERS for Rivals S1

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: The characteristically prominent electricity that pits journalists against one another also has a magnetic sort of pull that brings them closer. As Declan and Y/N find out the hard way

"Alright, listen to me." Y/N had rushed into the O'Hara residence like spring wind, bringing warmth to a house Declan has felt cold in ever since the departure of his wife.

She headed straight into the kitchen where she dropped several files and folders, splaying them out on the table. It was evident from her pace alone that she'd come with an agenda but that didn't bother Declan. If there was one thing that could stray his thoughts from Maud it was work. And Venturer still required a lot of it.

"It'd be quite impossible to not listen to you, my dear. Especially with such an impressionable entrance." Declan chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarettes as he comes to stand across the table from the girl.

"Good, because I didn't spend an entire sleepless night drafting all this for you to not pay me any mind." She grumbles as she flicks open the folders, flipping past the formality pages to the main course of the idea she's about to pitch.

Y/N is one of the Corinium refugees that jumped ship the second Declan resigned. She was a paid intern and the face of Corinium's 'After Dark' segment focusing on rather scandalous topics and entertainment targeting the young adult demographic. However, with the continuous undermining she felt from practically everyone, she had long been planning to break the chain binding her to the company. The only thing - or rather, person - that kept changing her mind was...well, I think it's pretty darn obvious when you take note of when she finally decided to go through with the decision and leave.

Declan pulls out a chair and takes a seat, leaning forward with his elbows on the table to skim all the files she's laid out for him "I'm all ears, darling."

"You better be." Y/N says with a clap of her hands as she takes a deep breath, "So, I've been thinking, we should set Venturer free from the shadows of Corinium. Because, right now, especially with you as the face of the company, we seem like a bitter revenge attempt. Just an endeavor to bite back at a company that wronged you. Of course, that is not my personal opinion, but-"

"I think it is."

"Hush!" She scolds him as he interrupts her, "I'm far from done."

Declan laughs, smoke curling around him as he lifts his hands up in surrender, motioning for her to continue.

"Thank you." She narrows her eyes, "So, I'll cut to the chase, seeing as how your attention span is one of a fish. My idea is to make Venturer unique in more ways than one. Truly make it our own. And....take down two birds with one stone." She says with a knowing look.

Declan quirks an eyebrow at her, tilting his head to the side, "And what's this second bird you speak of."

Y/N points a manicured nail down to an underlined name he recognizes, "The Scorpion, of course. They have a massive monopoly over London's printed journalism and they don't even know how to use it properly. They have a wide reach and use it to spread gossip and rumors. I can count on all ten fingers the amount of nude pictures I've seen in a supposedly serious paper just this past year. It is abhorrent. That being said, what do you say?"

Declan places a hand on his chin, giving the documents she's put so much thought in a more thorough look. The idea had never even crossed his mind - the Venturer merging two separate branches of journalism, setting in motion a domination attempt of the entire field.

The more he ponders it, the better it sounds, but it doesn't exactly show on his face which makes Y/N feel nervous for the very first time since she started working on the pitch. She hadn't for a second doubted that it would be a good idea but right now she feels rather unsure as she takes in Declan's thoughtful furrowed brow.

"You don't have to give me an answer right away. I know it's a hefty endeavor and you have to consult with Rupert and Freddie and Cameron. I probably should've gathered all of you to properly pitch the idea but I wanted you to be the first to hear it in case it was an utter embarrassment. Again, think it over, and get back to it whenever you-"

"It's genius."

Her rambling comes to an abrupt halt, leaving her slack-jawed and wide-eyed. For a moment, she refuses to allow herself the joy of success, opting to make sure she hadn't misheard him first. "Come again?"

"It's genius." He doubles down on his original statement, "You're a genius, love. Which is why you'll be the leading force behind Venturer Daily." He smirks when he sees her eyes grow impossibly wider, "Like the name?"

The airy laugh that leaves her parted lips carries all the disbelief, worry and uncertainty from her body, giving way to relief childlike excitement that displays itself with a wide grin, "Venturer Daily.....yes, y-yeah, it has a nice ring to it." Her mind is already a whirlwind of potential topics and stories she could report on. How she'd have complete control of all that'd get printed and released into the world for all of London society to read. And beyond - nation wide even.

But then logic and rational thinking kicks in, curbing her thrill, "Wait, don't we have to consult everyone else before making such decisions?"

Declan shakes his head, "With a passionate pitch like yours they'll immediately climb onboard even if they are initially against it. Which I honestly doubt, there are very few downsides for them to pick at."

"Alright, fair. What about my writing? What if I don't have what it takes to transfer the charm I have in front of the camera to a printed page?" She asks, more so wondering aloud rather than actually directing the question to Declan.

Still, he points a scolding finger at her, "Never let me hear you doubt yourself like that again."

The sternness in his voice causes something to stir inside her, like ripples in a still lake that progressively become waves when she sees the intensity in his eyes. Because of course that's how her body reacts to strict praise and attention from a man twice her age that also happens to be her boss.

Her next worry is voiced a little quietly, almost sheepishly, "I don't even have a typewriter of my own."

He doesn't give an instant reply to her raised concern. Instead, he motions for her to wait a moment before leaving the kitchen, heading up the stairs in the foyer.

Y/N is left standing alone in the kitchen with a flushed face and a speeding heart as she chews on her bottom lip in anticipation. Her fingers drum nervously on the edge of the table as she takes a deep breath, willing her heart to slow down and take it easy. All in the hopes of not being let down in the end.

Let down she most certainly isn't when Declan comes back down the stairs, typewriter in hand, and places it on the table in front of her.

"Problem solved. Anything else bothering ya? If there is something, let me know so I can take care of it for ya, alright? You just focus on getting me a newspaper draft within the next two weeks. Sounds good?" He asks, as he stands beside her, hands on hips, spine straight and a satisfied lopsided smirk on his face.

The earlier mentioned waves turn into a full on tsunami.

Y/N runs a gentle hand over the polished black typewriter, her fingers lingering on the golden accents adorning it. "You would give this to me? Are you sure?" She asks, mouth agape in disbelief as he nods "T-thank you....I promise to take good care of it. I'll have it returned in pristine condition as soon as I purchase my own."

Declan immediately shakes his head, clicking his tongue, "Oh no, no, no, darling. It's yours. Yours to keep, that is."

Y/N's disbelief is palpable as she quirks an eyebrow at him, "How could you ever bring yourself to part with something so beautiful." She gathers some of the dust layer that coats the keys, "And something you've had for a long while, no less."

Declan doesn't show it, but his heart clenches as he sees how gentle and almost loving Y/N is to this object that he too feels such a connection to. He'd originally bought it for Maud's birthday a few years back only to earn himself a displeased reaction from his wife who demanded something - in her words - actually valuable as a birthday gift. Seeing someone be as appreciative and admiring of this typewriter as he'd been the moment he saw it returns that same excitement he'd felt when he was preparing to gift it to Maud. This time however, the excitement isn't deflated by disappointment. If anything, it's amplified by seeing it be mirrored in Y/N's eyes.

Eyes that hold such adoration.

Adoration he witnesses morph into something else when her eyes meet his for a split second before she throws her arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. The action stuns him, mostly because it's coming from someone who's not typically openly affectionate but he welcomes it none the less, returning the gesture with a flutter in his heartbeat.

He's unsure of how to describe what he's feeling but a small voice in his brain is condemning him for it. For how good it feels to have someone's arms wrapped around him with undivided affection he hasn't been treated to by his own wife in years.

Speaking of his wife, he catches glimpse of her smiling face framed on the coffee table in the living room. He should feel guilt but he doesn't. Especially not when he remembers that he hasn't been on the receiving end of that smile in a long, long while. The notion causes his arms to tighten around Y/N, his face nestled into the crook of her neck, each inhale filling his nose with the sweet scent of her perfume lingering on her skin and in her hair.

"Thank you..." She whispers as her arms slowly loosen around him. He doesn't even have time to feel disappointed to no longer feel her warmth around him when her lips press against his cheek, sending sparks of electricity throughout his entire body, setting every nerve ending aflame.

Before he's even had the chance to gather his bearings, Y/N has already collected the files and folders she'd brought, leaving them in a neat pile on the table. She picks up the typewriter in her arms, the weight of it evident in the way she's carrying it like an infant - or rather that is a display of the care she feels for the gift.

It's obvious the kiss was an improvised action on her part. There's a solid chance she herself was surprised by it considering how flustered she is now as she's doing everything in her power to leave the O'Hara residence.

"I'll have a draft delivered to you in a couple days." She says hastily, one foot practically already out the door, "I promise I won't let you down."

Declan's arm seems to have a mind of its own as it shoots out and gently grabs hers, stopping her in her frazzled haste to run away. His thumb swipes over the soft cotton of her sweater, allowing her to feel the warmth of his touch on her skin through the fabric. His eyes are warm and inviting, exuding comfort and reassurance she's never been offered by anyone before.

"You could never let me down, darling."

His words might as well have been a physical force the way they knock the breath clear from her lungs.

In another universe, she might be a better woman. The kind that wouldn't kiss her still-technically-married, twice her age boss. But in this universe she has no such restraint.

And clearly neither does he, seeing as how he meets her halfway, their bodies symbolically separated by the typewriter she's cradling - a disappointing gift to one, but a beautiful memento to another.

* * * * *

A couple days later, Declan finds a draft of a newspaper wedged into the side of his front door, waiting for him, a bow neatly tied around it. He reads through it while sipping on his morning coffee, smirking at the bold title - Daily Venturer, a slight variation of the name they had agreed upon.

Y/N's passion is warming the pages in his hand, eliciting genuine emotion and reaction with each paragraph she has written, the word alive on the crisp paper.

He's about to close it when the farewell block of text at the bottom of the last page catches his attention. It's not printed, instead handwritten in beautiful cursive

⋰ May you find my writing even half as beautiful as your own soul, dear reader

May you have enlighten yourself with my words the way you've enlighten my life with your presence

May your heart be warm as the coffee I'm sure you're drinking as you're reading

May all be well always ⋱

Yours only,

~Y/N

[bones4thecats]

Could I request Vil, Ace, Silver, and Malleus with a perfumer s/o? Every student always goes to her for a new scent they want.

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Ace Trappola, Silver Vanrouge, and Malleus Draconia Name: {Character} with a Perfume Maker! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This was something that hit fairly close to home, as one of my friends loves making things that smell from candles to perfumes. You name is, she most likely makes it, though she doesn't sell anything, which I love saying she should. Making her blush is so much fun! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this!

P.S: I made the reader a part of Pomefiore, since that job kinda fits in there!

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👑 When Vil first heard from Rook that you were making different kinds of perfumes to gift the new students of Pomefiore based on their homelands, he was interested

👑 He normally got his perfumes straight from the seller, since going out in public was a basic death sentence for someone as famous as he was

👑 That same day, he knocked on your dorm room and when you opened it, he asked to speak to you for a bit, causing you to feel quite uncomfortable, even more than you were when you first put on your dorm's uniform

👑 Vil looked around your room and noticed you had a small area on your desk where you had a perfume making kit, along with a few different vials full and ready to be tested

👑 He smiled and pat your head, asking what the vials were filled with, making you chuckle and begin explaining what the scents were either a mix of or what they were supposed to smell like, but don't

👑 Your boyfriend smiled and piked up a vial to smell it, and when the scent of Lavender and Cedarwood hit him, he smiled and nodded

" This is a very good mixture of scents, dear. I must applaud you on your expert ability of smell when it comes to this! Would you mind making me some for my next modeling gig? It'd be nice to have this on hand just in case. "

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🪅 Ace cannot stand the smell of most perfumes, but, after spending so much time around you and Epel, he got more used to the stench

🪅 When he found out that you could make perfumes, he started asking you to make some so he could spray it on some of his fellow dorm members as pranks

🪅 He gets scared whenever you start messing around with smells, especially when you brought your kit to Heartslabyul to show Riddle the science behind making the perfumes, since he was interested in it

🪅 Ace watches you make the scents from either his or your bed as you make it either on the ground or at your desk in Pomefiore

🪅 If you know him well enough, you can bribe him to test out the perfumes for the day to see how people react to the scents, just make sure he doesn't get a headache when he smells it, it gets rough

🪅 The other first years, especially Grim, love to tease Ace whenever he comes to class smelling like cinnamon and oranges

🪅 Though, whenever he gets back to his dorm, he immediately showers, he doesn't want to go to practice and send the smells flying into the air for his own team to make fun of him

🪅 He loves you, but he has his limits

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⚔️ Silver doesn't mind that you make perfumes, he just prefers you use the ones that are more nature-centered

⚔️ He loves perfumes that have the scents of lavender, oranges, pine, peppermint, and more. But, he despises, and I say that heavily, he despises ones that smell super strong, it makes it hard for him to sleep with a headache

⚔️ Your boyfriend will allow you to test the different scents on his nose, since yours is so used to each kind you have, while his is not

⚔️ This guy loves it whenever you drag him to Pomefiore and begin to work on your different kinds of scents on him, but, just warning you, don't immediately use lavender

⚔️ You know how people say it makes them sleepy? Yeah that definitely happens with him

⚔️ He would be fully awake and ready to help you out, but, when you pull out the perfume you made mixed with lavender and turned around to pull out another, he was passed out on your bed

⚔️ That was when you decided to leave the lavender ones to Rook and Vil to test out

⚔️ Normally, whenever he comes back from training, he loves to cuddle with you and smell your hair, the light smell of your perfume dancing in his brain

⚔️ Honestly, it calms him down a lot

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🐉 Oh my sweet sevens, he adores your perfumes

🐉 Dragon's have a strong sense of smell, so whatever perfume you use the most, he views that and your natural scent as what your identity can be

🐉 Malleus does love watching you make your perfumes, he has only ever heard about how they were made from Lilia

🐉 But, whenever you pull out your kit when resting around your dorm room in Pomefiore, he just smiles and sits down crisscross on the ground with you and watches you with the largest and most curious eyes you had ever seen

🐉 Like I said earlier, dragons have a very strong sense of smell, so if you were to ever have a very strong scent of perfume, his head would end up pounding, so, I recommend you not wear strong perfumes

🐉 Whenever you end up wearing it, give him a heads up so he can prepare himself for it, a surprise headache is a sure way to get Sebek yelling at you

🐉 At dorm leader meetings, Malleus on average asks Vil how you are doing if you were working on perfumes and needed some time alone

🐉 Your dorm head just sighs and ends up making you take a break to talk to your boyfriend, we cannot let Vil get wrinkles from agitation, now can we?

🐉 Malleus likes lighter smells like anything floral, mostly roses and anything related to nature. He also dislikes things like peppermint, when it's strong that is

[daydreams-after-dark]

This is in response to you saying dont be shy about our asks sooo

Fem reader with Channie Sungie and Hyune like they just take turns at her 🥺

Well this is a heavenly combination. Thank you for not being shy my dear anonnie.

My mind is thinking so many things right now. Like:

is she tied up or free to roam around?

is it day or night?

do they know each other, in a relationship, or strangers to lovers?

Who fucking knows - it'd be amazing however it was written.

🔞MDNI // 18+

But I'm going with living room sex. It's movie afternoon on a Saturday. You and the three men have some series running on the tv. Chan is watching it while working on his laptop. Sungie is engrossed in the story.

Hyune is both working and engrossed - in eating out your pussy! He's been sucking on your clit and finger fucking you for twenty minutes straight. But your noises are becoming too much for the other two.

"You gonna hurry up and make her cum? Those pretty sounds are not doing my dick any favors." Chan looks up from the laptop.

"Yeah, my cock is literally leaking in my pants, dude." Sungie adds.

Hyune looks up at you and smirks. "Not yet." he answers. "When it's time for her to come she has to come three times." he decides. "One on each of our cocks."

Chan's laptop is snapped closed, the tv is forgotten, The two of them surround you as they watch Hyune slide his cock into your wetness. You are more than ready, it only taking two or so thrusts for the familiar sound of wet cunt to fill the room.

Your legs are held open, someone plays with your clit, and Hyune slams into you making you fall apart.

"That's one." he whimpers as he chases his own orgasm and filling you with his seed.

"Fuck! Me next. I gotta feel you, baby. Let Sungie make you feel good." Sungie sinks in, pushing Hyune's cum back up into you. He fucks like some sort of animal in heat, he's so horny. His hips move quickly and rough, his hands grope and squeeze anything he can get a hold of. He doesn't slow down as he pants heavy in your ear. "gonna fill you, baby...gotta come for me. Do it... fuck...come on my cock."

You both come at the same time, your body shaking from the intensity. It was suck a quick orgasm that when Chan pushes himself into you, you know the next one is going to be intense.

Slow, deep, thrusts. That's Chan's method. He needs for you to feel every drag of his cock as he withdraws it, and every impact of his body slamming into yours when he bottoms out. He folds your legs up for a mating press position. Extra deep this way. "Good girl. Feels big, yeah?"

You nod and sob.

"That's okay, just be a good girl and come for daddy. Can you do that? Come for me." he picks up the pace. Still deep, but faster now.

It's too much and you come for the third time.

"Hmm, I think we should change the rules..." Hyune says, pumping his renewed hardess. "We get to come three times each." he tilts his head and looks down at your exhausted body. "And it's my turn again."

[cripplecharacters]

Debated on whether I wanted to resend but here goes nothing.

This is Margo, my OC. She is currently being developed into a Stardew Valley mod. I don't wish to spoil too much, but she fought in The War and was injured. She now has facial + body scarring and a cane. I'm still writing the story, but so far, she has two plots: A, which is her learning to open up and accept the player. And B, which is her trying to find a hobby with the help of other NPC characters.

I'm mainly sending an ask in for feedback on her design. As of now, her torn lip has been edited to show her gums instead of all teeth. Otherwise, nothing has changed. Thank you!

Side question: How should her facial difference and cane be addressed, if at all?

[Image description: two pixel drawings. The first one shows the full body of the character; she has light tan skin, a burn scar on her face, and long red hair. She's holding a cane. The second drawing shows multiple versions of the character's portrait with various facial expressions.]

Hey!

She looks good! I especially like the top right one, very cute :)

I think my only concern would be re: her right eye - is she meant to have corneal scarring or a traumatic cataract? I'm asking since it looks like she has corneal blindness, but that's rarely caused by an injury like that (it's mostly a vitamin deficiency/parasitic thing). It's not impossible that she'd have it from a burn, but I want to make sure you're not confusing the two (since I see that a lot) and these two conditions do have different symptoms (outside of blindness).

If you're willing to address her disability then I think it would be a good idea. I'm not sure what kind of narration you're going for, but it wouldn't be ableist for the player character to simply Acknowledge that she has burns on her face (e.g., before the player learns her actual name, the placeholder could be "red-haired woman with a burn" since these are just her most visible characteristics). It also wouldn't be out of place if the player character wondered "what happened" - I know we (disabled people) all hate this question, but I don't think it's weird for someone to just think that in their head when they see someone (thought crime isn't real, etc.). As long as the player character isn't going around harassing her asking why she's disabled as the first thing they do (unless I guess it'd be to show that the player is ableist and has a lot to learn?) it should be ok.

If you want the characters to discuss "what happened" in the actual dialogue, it'd be preferably after they actually develop a relationship. I don't think it's weird to ask one's friend about their disability (as opposed to demand that information). Depending on Margo's personality and/or feelings toward the player she could either explain the whole story in great detail, leave it at "during the War, a building caught on fire, I was in it; it took them three months to put me back together but at least I'm finally back home, isn't modern medicine incredible?", or simply decline to answer that. All three are valid options; it's not like her character arc will fall apart if the player doesn't know what happened. She's visibly a burn survivor, there's hardly any mystery as to what's going on. Not everyone wants to talk about the origin of their disability, even (sometimes especially) to people they're close to - sometimes it's PTSD, sometimes it's the fact that they're tired of being asked that.

Her cane is more straightforward since in her case, her main "thing to address" are her burns and the cane would probably fall under that for most players. If you want you can have the player character compliment the design of her cane* or how well built it is, especially earlier on when it would be more awkward to just go straight to discussing her actual disability.

*Real life (not writing) tip: Not everyone likes that, please don't randomly compliment real strangers' mobility aids, especially if they're undecorated or without anything else that would imply they want to bring attention to it. A lot of people (myself included) will think you're being condescending.

Other than that, there's no reason to ignore her burns or cane; e.g. if the player visits her at home before going out she can mention that she needs to grab her cane, or put a pressure sleeve on before leaving, maybe on some days she's not available to talk to because she has physical therapy scheduled at that time, etc. As long as she has other character traits that have nothing to do with her disability (which it sounds like she already does) it should all be good.

I also like the plot B she's involved in - I wish this wasn't the case, but so many characters with facial differences don't have any damn hobbies ("obsessing over revenge for making them disabled" doesn't count) and almost never seem to have casual friends, so this is cool to see!

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[exilethegame]

For pure angst and evil purposes, how easy would it be to make ROs cry?

Alright, here's them rated hardest to make cry to easiest-- and keep note, this is specifically in the context of someone trying to hurt their feelings (and them knowing). Because the order would change in so many ways for so many different things (who cries most under stress, who cries most if someone they care for is hurt, etc, etc)

Hardest to easiest: Sabir, Jost, Nikke + Syfyn, Amilia, Vethna

Freedom (is their own thing)

Sabir: Sabir, in general, is a vulnerable person. He likes being honest when he's not in "politician mode", likes sharing his feelings, feels comfort in openly showing his emotions which includes crying. But if for whatever reason someone starts really trying to hurt his feelings, that man can just... shut them off. I mean really turn off his emotions. It's honestly unsettling, and probably very disturbing. You won't be able to make him cry. Like... you just won't.

That being said, there are some people I don't think Sabir could ever muster the strength to do that to. It's not that he's not capable of it, it's that he'd rather be open and allow himself to be hurt by the person he loves than ever shut them out. (Looks at evil MCs nervously...)

Jost: Jost is pretty similar to Sabir, except she's always on the emotional defensive. She doesn't let people in ever, and because of that, it's hard to get a sad reaction from her. That being said, Jost is like... hilariously easy to piss off but that can go from being funny to being really upsetting to witness real quick. Because of that, I think it's possible, if you keep pressing hard enough, to make Jost cry from anger and rage. But you'd have to keep her cornered, cause she'd try to make a run for it before that could happen.

Nikke + Syfyn: They're tied! They both have pretty strong brave faces, but at their core, they're both such loyal and dedicated people that their strong face would crack, inevitably. Seeing someone they care for lash out at them, use their weaknesses against them, would be enough to make them start breaking down. But it wouldn't be soft crying. It'd be angry, defensive, confused. And they'd both probably storm off at the end and retreat into themselves. The only difference is Syfyn is terrible at holding a grudge and keeping a cold shoulder (MC snapping is a *cough* exception), and Nikke is a little too good at it.

Amilia: Amilia, honestly, is probably equal to Nikke + Syfyn in terms of how much you'd have to throw at her to make her actually start crying, but she's a lot more vulnerable. She won't hide the fact she's becoming upset, she'll beg for the other person to just stop, and when they don't... she'd just start crying. Not ugly crying, not breaking down, but she'd make no attempt to hide her tears as she sniffles. I think Amilia is comfortable in that sadness in a way the others aren't, and she has no problem being blunt in that sadness-- asking the other person if they're happy they made her hurt (and genuinely asking, not just saying it to spite them). It's hard to explain... maybe I'll get the chance to write it... in game... (*looks at camera dramatically*)

Vethna: Don't. Please don't. If someone close to Vethna, at this point, just straight up turned on them and started throwing shit at their face in a fight to purposely hurt them and was just outwardly downright malicious, Vethna wouldn't even put up a fight. They'd probably try to look indignant, nonchalant, and unfazed, throwing a witty, sharp retort your way... but that would probably last a total of ten seconds before they just start crying. I get this image in my head of Vethna almost seeming child-like when they cry-- pouted lips, huffing breaths, avoiding the other person's gaze. I think Vethna has too many "sore spots" in their self-worth and confidence to be able to handle something like that with any sort of grace. But the worst part is I think that leaves them very susceptible to manipulation. Vethna craves approval from the people around them, so it would be easy to use their vulnerability against them.

Freedom: Okay, Freedom is just hovering all around because emotions are so wonderfully bizarre and strange to/for them. I don't think you could make Freedom cry if you were just like... "I'm gonna be a dick because I'm annoyed or angry" and started insulting them. They'd just look at you with a raised brow and vaguely amused expression. But if someone was close to them, and genuinely upset by something Freedom did, and that person was hurt and fighting back tears and lashing out as a response... then I believe that would make Freedom cry. MC + Freedom are very innately connected, and I think feeling the weight of those emotions on them if they're close would be enough to make Freedom start crying... and then become incredibly confused by it. They're definitely a pretty crier though-- like, their face is all stone-still and then their tears run down all dramatically...

[dusty-pistol]

DIALTOWN ELECTROBASIS AU DESIGNS!!!

The Manager: Callum Crown

He/Him, Cisgender male, Bisexual

CALLUM is the man that keeps the casino up and runnin! He loves her to death and cares for his employees and customers as an extension. (But, mostly the casino.) He's expressive and has a good head on his shoulders. Which is an old handmade rotary phone, along with phone cord wings and a coiled tail!

(For his design, I wanted somethin between his Canon outfit and The Manager's outfit and decided to mash em together. But instead of orange, I chose to replace it with yellow to reflect the Dialtown flag. I think it works well for him. I'll admit, I didn't know what to do for the wings, so I just made them bundled up phone cords, and I thought it'd be cool to have his tail coiled.)

August: Randy Jade

She/Her, Transgender female (MtF), Pansexual

RANDY is the beloved bellhop at the casino! She's quiet because, well, she's got selective mutism. But she CAN emote via sound effects! If Karen isn't around to translate, she often doodles in her notebook. Her head is a Nokia phone, and her wings are the chargers for it. She also has a long tail that she trips on often, so watch out!

(Here's where I started with the staff uniforms. It's the same as the basic Electrobasis casino staff uniforms, but with yellow instead of orange, to reflect back on Callum's design. Also, Randy is a girl in this AU cuz transfem Randy is real. I also had her keep the handages and undershirt cuz there's some leniency with the uniforms. She doesn't have the bandage on her head though cuz in this universe, she didn't crack it open. I kinda didn't know what else to add. Which is gonna be a reoccurrin thing sorryyyyy)

Clara: Karen Dunn

She/Her, Cisgender female, Lesbian

KAREN is the front desk lady at the casino. Despite... well, everythin about her. Snappish and blunt, she mostly clicks with the other staff. Close with Randy and Pierre! Her head is a printer and is often jammed due to her irratability. Her wings are sheets of printer paper. She may or may not have a grudge against the resident in Apartment 204...

(I don't really have many notes on Karen's design, tbh. But I do think she looks nice in a long skirt. Didn't know what else to add.)

Simeon: Pierre

He/Him, Cisgender male, AroAce

PIERRE is both the barkeeper and complaints desk manager. One of these jobs he's more passionate about than the other. He's laid back and more passive leanin, especially in comparison to some OTHER cherubs... His head is a desk phone, and his wings are paper shredders as that's where he puts the complaints.

(And here's the worst design, in my opinion. The pinkish grey with yellow doesn't look very good, but it's the uniform color I went with, so I had to go through with it. Halfway through, I was considerin swappin Pierre out with Jerry, but I'm still on the fence with that. I also didn't know what to do with his pose. He's the most out of place, and I hate iiitttt uhggggg...)

Tycho: Peter Kennedy

He/Him, Cisgender male, Bisexual

PETER is a full-time employee, part-time "best bud" to the resident in Apartment 205, A.K.A. his boss. He himself stays in Apartment 201. When he's not workin, he's attemptin to motivate his boss to actually get his work done. His head is a red rotary phone, and his wings are phone cords.

(I wanted to keep his main design, but switch up the outfit just a little bit. So I added a suit coat. Kinda givin Steven DSaF vibes, but eh. His quest would be helpin Roger with his quest. Once you finish Roger's, go back to Peter and tell him of your success. Will probably change this.)

Lady Lashes: Madame Mediocre

She/Her, Cisgender female, Straight

MADAME MEDIOCRE, also known as MISS Mediocre, is a celebrity! Basically. If you think about it. She's always on top of her game, that game bein fortune tellin. She stays in Apartment 203, and her head is a crystal ball with light bulbs as wings and a bulb shaped tail!

(My absolute favorite design outta all of them!!! I'm so proud of this one. I think she looks great. It was hard to come up with an outfit for her, but I think I did well! It's pretty fun humanizin an inanimate object character tbh. She's so pretty... Her quest would be to find a necklace of hers, as she's lost it somewhere around the casino.)

Jeri: Oliver Swift

He/Him, Transgender male (FtM), Gay

Say, what's up to OLIVER! He's a totally radical guy who digs films, monsters, and usin (totally not outdated) 80's slang! He stays in Apartment 202, which is now the most thematic room, thanks to him, of course. His head is a wall phone, with his wings bein film reels. Don't forget his fez, too!

(I also like how his design turned out too! Despite not changin much. I just gave him a vest and headphones, but I think they work pretty well. I think the red and browns really pair well. I'm not sure what Oliver's quest would be...)

Rexla: Curie

They/Them, Nonbinary, Unlabeled

CURIE is a chill art curator, straight from Heaven! They're laid back and perhaps a liiiiittle bit of an alcoholic. Or constantly high... Maybe a mix of both. And right now, they're crashin in Apartment 204. Their head is a typewriter with a phone dial slapped on the top, and their wings are blank canvases.

(I took the most creative liberties with them. Cuz their Canon design is so bland... I decided to make them punk in reference to Rexla's rocker vibes. Kinda unsure about their design since I winged it... Curie's quest would be to give them somethin to inspire them. Which you go to Karen, ask her to print out one of her pictures, and bring it to Curie. I think..)

Michealwave: Roger Jones

He/Him, Cisgender male, Pansexual

ROGER is a self-proclaimed boss at the factory both he and Peter work at, also known as clumsy and even lazy to most people. And cherubs. He's got a strange appreciation for gnomes, but he's... fine. He holds up in Apartment 205. For a head, he has a flat orange rotary phone, and his wings are phone cords.

(Legit didn't change anythin, but I did make his coat longer. Also I gave him and Peter matchin wings if that's anythin. Roger's quest would be to find his gnome figures. They somehow mysteriously went missin and can't find them. [Peter hid them so Roger would focus on plannin his work instead of lookin at the gnomes...])

That's all!! I know some designs are atrocious, but if yall ever wanna draw them, feel free to change them up however you like! These are just to get a good idea for how they look in the Electrobasis universe!!!

[tan1shere]

Motel Whore

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI

Masterlist

Pt 2!

It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.

And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.

You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.

"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.

"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."

It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.

She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.

You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.

"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.

It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.

Room 147.

Just for the night.

Said I was heaven.

That's without saying goodbye.

It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.

You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.

Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.

You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.

And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.

Am I just a secret.

You love to hide.

Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.

You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.

"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.

You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"

"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.

"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.

Check in check out.

One night stay, you're out the door.

You treat me, like a motel whore.

[blondeaxolotl]

don't know if you already did this but how does murray and sirena feel about Jamil dating Floyd...and whoever dating Jade

I've talked about Murray and Sirena's thoughts on one of their sons dating someone in general, but how'd they react to specific characters!

Murray is on a neutral stance on however Floyd or Jade end up dating, her only rule is as long as they're not an asshole and don't make my son miserable I'm cool with them they can stay. You'd have to be a SPECIFIC kind of a bad to make Murray of all people not like you, doesn't matter who you are (It'd also be the one time where Murray becomes a strict parent for once, if she thinks the person her son is with is bad for them, she's immediately go "You're not allowed to see them anymore, end of story.")

So Murray's thoughts on Jamil dating Floyd would be neutral at first as expected. Like oh cool my son's dating someone and they seem decent, good for him. She basically already accepted Jamil into the family. Though Murray's head would perk up after hearing Jamil knows how to cook, Murray comes from a foodie family (and was the one who taught Floyd and Jade how to cook) so hearing her son got with someone who's not only a decent person but ALSO KNOWS HOW TO COOK?? YAHOO!! It'd give Murray a chance to learn what Jamil knows about cooking and what dishes he can cook, while in return she'd teach some tricks and possibly how to cook new meals to Jamil as well. This is probably the best outcome for Jamil, even though he doesn't enjoy cooking as much as Murray (unless he's cooking for Floyd), it's the easiest way to get along with what could possibly be his future mother-in-law and get on her good side without an issue. (For Jade I'll use both Azul and Vil as examples)

If Jade ends up dating Azul, Murray wouldn't be surprised really since they did grow up as childhood friends, and seeing them close to the point of dating would be no surprise for her. She already liked Azul and thinks he's a funny kid. And he was already considered a part of the family, now that he's straight up dating one of the tweels he's basically given a spare key to their house and can now enter and be welcomed into it whenever he feels like.

If Jade ends up dating Vil, Murray would probably be the only person to not give a single flying fuck that Vil is a famous model/actor, Vil is just another person to Murray and ofc she has a neutral stance on them at first. Vil would not have an issue with Murray accepting them as Jade's partner, but I think a small problem that'd cause trouble at first is when Murray finds out about Rook. In the Coral Sea, it is very not uncommon for a merfolk to be stalked by something and that usually means danger. So finding out about Rook would cause Murray's alarms to go off thinking her son could be in danger, and Vil would probably have to force Rook to come introduce himself and show her he's no danger at all, because if he doesn't that might risk Vil and Jade to break up. But after finding out Rook is no trouble Murray would go back to her normal "Oh okay cool" state and just accept Vil into the family with no issues anymore. So like, funny enough Vil might be only one who struggled with being accepted by Murray JUST because of Rook and I think that's funny as fuck.

Now with Sirena, unlike Murray who's full on "okay cool" with any person that her sons end up dating. Sirena would like to first get to know the person before she decides if she likes them or not and if they're a good fit for her son. Sirena is probably the parent you'd have to work at least a little bit harder to get her approval but in the end she will be the most supportive if it works out.

Her thoughts on Jamil dating Floyd, first thing she'd think after seeing Jamil is aw he's very pretty how cute. Though after talking for a while and witnessing how Jamil is with Floyd, she'd quickly take a liking to him after noticing how loving and patient Jamil is with Floyd, kind of like how Sirena is with Murray. Made her start seeing a bit of herself in Jamil after noticing their similarities. Sirena's biggest worry was if the person Floyd was dating is able to handle his mood swings. Since Sirena knows how to handle both Murray and Floyd's mood swings (meaning, a LOT of patience) she was worried the person who Floyd ended up with might not be able to and therefore would end up breaking his heart because of it. But hearing how Jamil is one of the few people who knows how to deal with them, she felt instant relieve and the weight on her shoulders vanished completely. After they get along, Sirena constantly tells Jamil if he needs any help with Floyd, she's there to help and might even tell him about the silly things Floyd has done when he was a child while she does so (usually Murray is the parent that embarrasses her sons but sometimes Sirena has to do it as well)

Now with Jade

If Jade ends up dating Azul, Sirena would be OVERRR THE MOON SUPPORTIVE WITHOUT HESITATION. I've mentioned before how Sirena and Azul's mother used to be high school besties when they were younger (and they are kinda the reason why the tweels and Azul started hanging out after they reconnected). So hearing that her son is dating her bestie's son has made her overjoyed completely, not only do their kids get along, but they're also dating? How cute! I do not doubt Sirena and Azul's mother gossiped about it for a good while they're happy to say the least.

Now if Jade ends up dating Vil, I think Sirena would have the most normal reaction to suddenly finding out your son is dating a famous model/actor "Huh what the fuck". Think she had to process it a little, she was aware of who Vil was already (since, who wouldn't be) but finding out her son was dating them was a whiplash she wasn't prepared for at all. After the shock factor, Sirena would take a moment to get to know Vil just like how she did with Jamil, and learn okay yeah Vil does seem to love her son and treat him well and she's happy with that, but it might take her some time to get used to and have the shock turn down from finding out now a famous model is part of your family. Sirena also got a bit spooked by Rook (not as much as Murray though) but calmed down pretty quickly after Rook casually waved at her and she waved back after she noticed him, of course calming down more after Vil introduced Rook to them, she finds him strange but not a danger so I guess that's another thing she will have to get used to lmao

Yeah that's about it, Murray and Sirena in the end are supportive of whoever Floyd or Jade start dating, even if one of them might be shocking. Just as long as they're good for them, they're happy and proud

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 33 Thoughts: WITTY SUBTITLE REDACTED

It's our first guest written episode of the season, and the first since all the way back at 26. I do hope the guys weren't getting lonely. This week's was written by Aaron Blanton. They're the showrunner of What Happened In Skinner, and maybe some other stuff too? Honestly, their web presence kinda sucks so I'm not inclined to go digging. However, it might be worth doing just that given this week's ep was a really good one.

Spoilers for TMA, and TMAGP episode 33 below the cut.

It's straight into the thick of it with Celia listening to another Institute statement. This one briefly mentions Dr. F Welling again, who you'll remember was mentioned in episode 17 with Welling Mutare Materia, briefly in 21, and who Sam saw turn into a skellington in 28. Probably. Welling is likely to be a very important character as we dig into the Institute more in this universe, and I'd be very surprised if we don't get a real appearance by him at some stage. Although they do leave it unclear whether or not the interviewer was Welling himself. In either case another Institute statement means another round of viabilities. Low across the board here, which I think makes a lot of sense in most of the theories I've heard about what these may mean. Given the "potential acquisition risk" there isn't much you can really do with it. Whatever those categories do mean it is more than likely you need some measure of control, Evil Blackpool Pleasure Beach is a hard thing to wrangle.

As for the statement itself, I really liked this one. The format of only hearing one side of it but knowing when the other side is talking was done very effectively IMO. This one was also pretty Archives-y which makes for a nice change of pace. Playing on some of the tropes that series made well-worn. It's a mashup of elements we've seen attributed to a variety of Dread Powers in TMA but very little we've not seen before. Although I do think this one strikes quite an interesting balance in context to the OIAR. It's specific enough that you sorta know what Victoria saw but vague enough that you don't really know what's happening. Transformation is presumably what happened but it doesn't seem particularly cohesive either. The Pleasure Beach didn't stay that way, more than just the pier changed, and it even affected her date. While you could say all those elements transformed it does seem to be lacking something. So it's a case that ends up with a heading you can't really argue with much but equally feels quite incomplete. Not that this is a problem. It's a really good statement.

Alice: Do you know anything about computer codes? Celia: No. Alice: Do you speak German?

I love that Colin is so far off the deep end with the FR3-D1 conspiracies he's learned German to try and understand it. It's not incredibly noteworthy on its own as it's a known quantity but it's not the only reference to German we get.

And speaking of, we've got a brand new voiced character, Brett Larz. He's an American by the sounds of it but the surname is German. Which isn't to say he's German but the connection is likely to be important, at least in terms of weight of references, as the series has been steeped in German before the show even aired. More importantly he's also working for Starkwall, an organisation I'm very eager to learn more about. I don't think this interaction really told us much we didn't already know but hopefully we'll be seeing more of Brett soon.

Gwen: As the new manager it behooves me to check these things and although our current security arrangements are satisfactory [bzzt]

I do wonder if Gwen is going to end up going for this. She's in a tricky spot of knowing fuck all about what she's gotten herself into while also being traumatised about all those monsters. Given she is so keenly aware of how inadequate security is, and deathly afraid of the things that go bump in the night, it'd make sense if she jumps on that. And fast. I'm also really curious to see if we're going to get Lena's side of this. Lena set that meeting up before she was fired so she clearly had some plan for it. With the OIAR's and Stakwall's history it'll be interesting to see how much more of that past we'll see.

Brett: And a secure one for you and your team. We can protect you from whatever comes your way. I guarantee it. [bzzt]

Assuming the static is a lie detector, and detects purposeful lies, Brett knows for sure that whatever is gunning for the OIAR is more than Starkwall can handle. Which does seem pretty likely given what our beloved Mr. Bonzo can manage on his lonesome.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: 2365 all sounds about right to me. Not much to explain there. Pain might be a little higher than I'd expect but not wildly so.

CAT# Theory: 2 is another of those ones that sounds like a great fit for People/Place/Object, as a pier is a place, but it's also full of weird people. Not to mention the leviathan. So even if that is what it ends up being I think it's fundamentally flawed as a system of categorisation as it stands. Even if it's all the place that's doing it the case number and heading then fails to accurately describe what you'd actually be responding to.

I have a 2,000 word outline for an essay on why it's not Subject/Agent/Catalyst from before the season break too. I'm not sure that one is needed now. Low/Low/Low getting 2 doesn't make a great deal of sense IMO. Fairly obviously too.

R# Theory: B is exactly in line with my theory on it. A man did very likely go missing but the nature of said disappearance is outlandish in the face of more mundane explanations.

Header talk: Transformation (Pier) -/- Fear (Void) is a little interesting. I'm not entirely sure that is what this was. All of it just seems a little off to me on this one.

[sturnswiftie]

Could you write a blurb about Matt and sunnys day when it’s her birthday and what he would do for her? Or maybe the other way around as well I think it would be cool to see how they differ

yes yes yes!!

matt is not great with birthdays. he and his brothers grew up without a celebration, so the most that goes down on that day is a few happy birthday texts exchanged in the group chat with chris and nick as well as with their mom.

so when sunny's birthday rolls around, he's secretly stressed about it for like a week straight. he's never understood the importance and festivities around it and lowkey sunny knows this, so she makes sure to tell him she "doesn't want anything big," but matt knows better. she lights up when someone remembers the smallest things about her, so he knows a gesture counts.

so, he pays attention. months in advance.

he hears her gushing over how good some candle smells while they're shopping one day, so he buys it and hides it in the back of his closet.

takes her favorite piece of jewelry (a charm bracelet she'd accidentally broken the clasp of and had been devastated about) and gets it fixed for her

remembers when she'd randomly told him that it'd be "kind of cool to pet goats." he doesn't know why, and he doesn't ask. he just books a private morning slot at their local petting zoo and proceeds to listen to her squeal about how cute they are when they "talk" to her (he doesn't argue.)

he's not big on public displays, but when she comes over that morning, he'll have flowers in a vase for her that he grumbles about—"i didn't know what color you like, so i just got the whole rainbow, alright?"—and a tray of her favorite breakfast: a toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese, fruit on the side, and a coffee with caramel drizzle.

he'll act like it's not a big deal and that he didn't go through a lot of trouble or effort, but when she hugs him, arms thrown around his neck, he'll hold her a little too tight and whisper a quiet "happy birthday, sunshine."

for matt's birthday, sunny knows he doesn't care about it at all, which is exactly why she plans on making it so special.

she won't plan a party because she knows he wouldn't want a crowd or a bunch of noise, but instead she'll plan a day tailored exactly to his liking.

he'll wake up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee (always full of protein) while sunny's buzzing around the kitchen in one of his t-shirts, humming to herself. when he grumbles about "what time is it," she'll kiss his cheek and say, "doesn't matter. it's your day, so don't ask questions."

she'll have a whole itinerary that she'll go by without making him aware of it since he hates the attention:

morning nap on the couch with her curled up beside him and boo asleep on his chest.

lunch at that tiny, run-down diner he secretly loves (she tips the waiter beforehand to bring out a candle stuck in his burger)

a brand-new pair of boxing gloves she custom-ordered with his initials pressed into the leather and a little yellow sun stitched into the wrist strap. he stares at them for a solid minute before quietly muttering about how annoying she is (he grabs her chin without another word and kisses her long and hard right after)

later, she'll pull out a tiny slice of red velvet cake (his favorite) with one candle flickering on top of it.

"you have to make a wish."

"i don't believe in that shit."

she'll shoot him a look, but smile softly. "do it anyway."

he'll roll his eyes, lean forward anyway, and finally blow it out as sunny's hand slides into his. she won't ask what he wished for. just leans her head against his shoulder and intertwines their fingers.

but he'll look at her, and think: if nothing else, just this... forever.

©sturnswiftie

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[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

Chapter 17-

THIS IS SOME SMUT YALL SORRY I WAS HORNY

They have their match and daisy , she killed it.

She doesn't know if it was because of punks help earlier in the closet , or the adrenaline in her from almost being caught by Cody

But the way punk was talking to her, how he was treating her made her feel territorial over him

She wanted to see if maybe he was feeling the same way or maybe she was just crazy and taking more from this than she should

Deep down she knew which one was right , the way he looked at her , the way he took care of her , she knew

But still it was fun to see

She had to pick a victim, someone easy , someone who already has a thing for her

Drew.

Daisy starts flirting with Drew, making sure Punk can see. Drew, always charming, plays along, putting a hand on Daisy's waist and leaning in close as they talk. Punk notices immediately, his jaw clenching as he watches. At first, he tries to ignore it, but when Drew laughs at something Daisy says and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, Punk snaps.

He strides over, cutting in between them. "Alright, fun's over," he says, looking straight at Daisy.

Daisy smirks. "What's the problem? I thought we were free to do whatever we wanted."

Punk scoffs. "Yeah, sure. But not with him."

Drew raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension. "Relax, mate. Just having a conversation."

Punk doesn't even look at Drew. His eyes stay locked on Daisy. "Let's go."

Daisy folds her arms. "And if I don't want to?"

Punk leans in, his voice low enough that only she can hear. "Then I'll make you."

and just like that , Daisy had got exactly what she wanted

Men are so easy she thought

Once they get settled in the car

Punk grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white as Daisy lounges in the passenger seat, smirking.

"I don't see why you're so mad," she teases, stretching out her legs. "I mean, you were all over Trish. So I figured, why not have a little fun myself?"

Punk's jaw tightens. "Yeah? You think flirting with Drew is fun?"

She shrugs. "He's nice. And hot."

Punk exhales sharply through his nose, his grip on the wheel tightening. "You don't even like Drew."

"I don't have to like him to flirt with him," Daisy says sweetly. "Just like you don't have to like Trish." She turns her head to look at him. "Unless you do?"

Punk scoffs. "Oh, give me a break."

Daisy grins. "Then what's the problem? We're not together, right? I can do whatever I want."

Punk's eye twitches. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want." His tone is clipped, but Daisy isn't letting up.

"I could even go back to his hotel room if I wanted," she says, watching his reaction closely.

Punk's nostrils flare as he keeps his eyes on the road. "The fuck you can."

Daisy laughs. "Oh, now you care?"

"I don't care," Punk lies, his voice sharp. "I just think it'd be a dumb fucking decision."

"Why?"

"Because," Punk snaps, "he's not me."

Daisy's breath catches for a second, but she quickly recovers. "So what? You don't even want me."

Punk doesn't answer right away. His grip on the wheel loosens just a bit. Finally, he mutters, "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that."

Once they get it the hotel room all bets are off

Punk sits on the edge of the hotel bed, legs spread, looking irritated as hell. Daisy barely gets two steps inside before he nods his head and says, "Come here."

She folds her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because I said so," Punk replies, voice low.

Daisy rolls her eyes but walks over anyway. The second she's within reach, Punk grabs her wrist and tugs her onto his lap, making her straddle him. She huffs, acting like she's annoyed, but he sees right through her.

She trails her fingers down his chest, feigning nonchalance. "You know, I was gonna be nice," she muses.

Punk raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

She smirks. "Mhm. I was gonna return the favor from earlier. Get on my knees for you, make you feel real good."

Punk's grip on her hips tightens. "Then why the hell aren't you?"

Daisy shrugs, looking off to the side. "I don't know... maybe because I think Trish should do it instead. Since you like her so much."

Punk exhales sharply through his nose, his patience wearing thin. "Are you serious right now?"

Daisy tilts her head, all faux innocence. "What? You seemed to like flirting with her earlier. Maybe she'd be better at it."

Punk's jaw clenches. "You're really pushing it."

Daisy leans in just slightly, her lips barely brushing his, teasing him. "I don't know, Punk. Maybe I should go find Drew instead."

That's it. That's the last fucking straw.

Punk grabs her chin, making her look at him. "Say his name again," he dares, voice dark. "Go ahead."

Daisy smirks, but it falters slightly at the intensity in his eyes.

"That's what I thought," Punk mutters. He leans in, his lips ghosting over hers, making her wait, making her squirm. His grip on her hips tightens. "Trish couldn't make me feel half as good as you do. And Drew?" He scoffs. "You wouldn't even be thinking about him if you weren't trying to piss me off."

Daisy swallows hard, suddenly less confident now that the game has flipped on her. "I—"

Punk cuts her off, dragging his hands up her thighs. "You wanna make it up to me, sweetheart?" He smirks. "Then get on your knees and show me."

Daisy holds Punk's gaze for a long moment, her breath coming a little quicker than before. He's still smirking, watching her closely, his fingers pressing just a little tighter into her thighs. She hates how much she wants to wipe that cocky look off his face—and she knows exactly how to do it.

Without another word, she slides off his lap and sinks onto her knees between his legs. Punk watches her, chest rising and falling a little harder now. His smirk falters just slightly when she runs her hands up his thighs, teasingly slow.

"Oh, now you wanna behave," he mutters, voice rough.

Daisy grins. "Mm. Thought I should remind you why you don't need Trish."

Punk exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head. "Not gonna be a problem."

She palms him over his sweatpants, feeling how hard he already is. His hips twitch just slightly, but he keeps his expression locked down. That won't last long. She tugs his waistband down just enough to free him, and he hisses when the cool air hits his skin.

Daisy wraps her fingers around him, giving a few slow strokes just to tease. "You seem tense," she muses, looking up at him with mock innocence. "Something on your mind?"

Punk lets out a short laugh, but it's strained. "Yeah. Wondering how long you're gonna drag this out."

Daisy smirks but doesn't answer. Instead, she leans in and drags her tongue up his length in one slow, deliberate motion. Punk exhales sharply, his thighs tensing beneath her hands. She does it again, slower this time, teasing the tip with her tongue.

"Daisy," Punk warns, his voice rougher now.

She hums, pretending to think. "What?" She presses a kiss to the head, her lips soft. "Do you want something?"

Punk's fingers twitch, like he wants to grab her hair but is trying not to. "You know what I want," he grits out.

Daisy bites back a grin. "Then ask nicely."

Punk lets out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. "You are such a brat."

She giggles, but before she can tease him more, Punk finally caves. He threads his fingers through her hair—not pushing, just holding. "C'mon, sweetheart," he says, voice low. "Put that pretty mouth to work."

Heat flares through Daisy at that, and she doesn't hold back anymore. She takes him into her mouth slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of it. His breath hitches, and she feels his grip in her hair tighten just slightly.

"Fuck," Punk mutters, his head tipping back for just a second before he forces himself to watch her again.

Daisy picks up the pace, bobbing her head, her hand working in sync with her mouth. She keeps her eyes on him, watching as his breathing gets heavier, as his jaw tightens. She knows she's winning. She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and that's when he really loses it.

"Shit—" Punk's hips jerk up slightly, and he tightens his grip in her hair, holding her there for just a second before forcing himself to let go. "Goddamn, Daisy."

She moans around him, and the vibration makes him curse under his breath. He's close—she can tell by the way he's gripping the sheets now, by the way his muscles keep tensing.

"Where do you want it?" she asks, her voice a little breathless, her hand still stroking him.

Punk groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "Fuck—your mouth."

Daisy doesn't hesitate. She takes him back into her mouth, sucking harder, and within moments, he tenses beneath her, letting out a low, rough groan as he spills onto her tongue. She swallows it all, not letting a drop go to waste.

When she finally pulls back, Punk is staring at her, his breathing uneven. Daisy licks her lips, then smirks. "Still think I should've sent Trish in instead?"

Punk lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up."

Daisy grins, crawling back up onto the bed. Punk watches her, his eyes dark but amused, before he mutters, "You're such a menace."

She winks. "You love it."

Daisy is still catching her breath when she feels Punk shifting beside her on the bed. His hands, still warm from where they'd been gripping her thighs earlier, slide up her legs again, squeezing just slightly. She already knows what he's about to do before he even says it.

"Your turn," Punk mutters, already pressing a kiss to her hip.

Daisy tenses immediately, pushing at his shoulder. "No—"

Punk frowns, looking up at her. "What do you mean, 'no'?"

She avoids his eyes, her face heating. "I just... not right now."

Punk stays where he is, head tilted like he's trying to figure her out. Then realization crosses his face, and he groans. "Oh, come on—are you still on about that kissing shit?"

Daisy's face burns even hotter. "No, it's not that," she mumbles, shifting uncomfortably.

Punk raises an eyebrow, waiting. "Then what?"

She hesitates, chewing on her lip, but she knows he won't let it go. Finally, she exhales, avoiding his gaze. "I'm on my period, okay?"

Punk blinks. "That's it?"

She glares at him. "What do you mean, 'that's it'? It's—"

Punk cuts her off with a shake of his head. "I don't care. I'll just use my fingers."

Daisy freezes. "Punk—"

He smirks. "What, you think I'm scared of a little blood?"

She groans, covering her face. "God, don't say it like that."

Punk chuckles but gently pries her hands away from her face. "Relax, sweetheart." His voice is quieter now, softer. "I just wanna make you feel good. That okay?"

Daisy bites her lip, still hesitant. She's never had anyone do anything for her when she's on her period—most guys freaked out at even the mention of it. But Punk doesn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he looks like he's waiting for her to just give him the green light so he can get his hands on her.

Finally, she nods. "...Okay."

Punk grins, but not in his usual cocky way. "Good girl."

Her stomach flips at that, and before she can even process it, Punk's hands are already pushing her thighs apart, his touch confident and slow. His fingers slide over her through the thin fabric of her underwear, and she lets out a shaky breath at how easy it is for him to find the exact spot that makes her tremble.

"Jesus," he mutters, voice low. "You're already soaking."

Daisy whimpers, turning her face into the pillow. She hears Punk chuckle, but there's something darker in it this time—like he loves how worked up she already is.

"Still not admitting why?" he teases, slipping a hand under the waistband of her underwear.

Daisy shakes her head stubbornly. "Shut up."

Punk only smirks. "Fine. Guess I'll just have to figure it out myself."

And then he slides two fingers inside her.

Daisy gasps, arching slightly as he starts to move, slow but deliberate. His thumb brushes against her clit, and her breath stutters, her fingers gripping onto his arm.

"Fuck—" she breathes, squeezing her eyes shut.

Punk groans, watching her closely. "God, I love how you sound."

His pace picks up, his fingers curling just right, making heat coil low in her stomach. Daisy clings to him, her nails digging into his arm, and he doesn't even flinch—if anything, he seems to like it.

And then she feels it—his lips pressing against her neck.

Daisy's eyes snap open in surprise, her breath catching as Punk kisses her there again, slow and deliberate, right over her pulse. It's different from his usual teasing—softer. Like he's making up for all the times he's refused to kiss her.

Her chest tightens, her heart aching at the realization.

Punk doesn't say anything, just keeps moving his fingers inside her, his mouth trailing up her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He's never done this before—never kissed her anywhere like this.

Daisy grips his wrist, trembling. "Punk—"

"I got you," he murmurs against her skin. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

And that's all it takes.

Her body tightens, heat flooding through her as she comes undone against his fingers, her moan muffled against his shoulder. Punk groans, feeling her squeeze around him, not slowing down until she's completely spent.

When she finally catches her breath, Punk slowly pulls his fingers out, smirking at the way she shudders.

.

Daisy shivers. "You're insane."

Punk grins. "You love it."

She exhales a laugh, shaking her head. But as she lays there, still catching her breath, her mind keeps going back to those kisses against her neck. The way they felt different. The way they felt... real.

And for the first time, she wonders if maybe—just maybe—Punk is starting to feel it, too.

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dumb things my friends and I have said: 2024!

part four: october - december apologies ahead of time for length! feel free to change pronouns if need be. warning for foul and dirty language, suggestiveness, and capslock-implied yelling :)

"They come when I'm ready."

"I'll come up. I gotta get wood."

"I think they will really like my shaft."

"I need you to help me take my pants off."

"Oh my god, guys! We're just like Snoop Dogg!"

"I don't care if they DNA test it! They're not gonna know how many toes were in the bathwater!"

"Fuck you. I'm un-circumcising your PushPop."

"That's okay, it happens to the best of us. And the worst of us. That's why Hitler happened."

"THEY WON'T GIVE ME HIS FORESKIN."

"THEY HAVE FORESKIN ON ETSY?"

"THAT IS A CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE HORSE."

"Take a tampon, soak it in vodka, and shove it up your cooch."

"You put pepper on your thumb, and then sniff it, and then sneeze the whole time. It's really fun."

"Hi, I have a question. Please be nice to me, I failed college."

"I totally get being scared to pull out."

"That's called childhood trauma. That's called cold pizza."

"Can we stop flirting in the gay bathroom?"

"Dawg, I have so much coffee in my coffee."

"I don't know if I've whipped you before."

"I DON'T NEED THERAPY, I NEED TO WIN."

"If they showed up in real life, the asexuality would leave my body."

"Have you ever had a food so good?"

"Do you think there are emotional prostitutes out there?"

"I feel like I'm floating, but if the floating was evil."

"They look like that cat meme with the eyebrow. Wait, don't tell them I said that."

"Pull up to the date like... Kachow."

"A SECOND TRAIN HAS HIT THE INTERSECTION."

"Don't look at me like that. You look like a hand-drawn frowny face."

"In terms of hitting, this chicken's kind of a pacifist."

"TECHNICALLY, Mary cheated on Joseph with God."

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I being too manly? In my little manly sweater? In my little sweater that everyone likes?"

"Topdog? What's topdog? I'm a hands-on learner by the way."

"Paleontologists don't seek dinosaur bones just to fuck a dinosaur."

"I'm fina going to leave the group chat."

"Tell her a washboard is only 20 bucks at the hardware store, since clearly she doesn't want a washer."

"I already know your fuck head drinks Pepsi."

"Let's grasp it together, fellow idiot."

"Is he a couch fucker?"

"Do you have any proof that you don't fuck tape?"

"Please do not fuck the gutter pipe."

"This implies Christ is a chicken."

"You could kill me as an act of bullying and I wouldn't care."

"It'd be kinda fucked up if there wasn't any garlic in the garlic dressing."

"You guys are like what sitcoms think siblings are."

"If I want to get pegged by a cowboy, do I have to cut off his dick and give him a strap?"

"Are you a peg-ologist, by chance?"

"That's how you know this was organized by a straight man. You gotta come too early."

"Do you think Jesus gages his hand holes?"

"I hate to fat shame a letter, but..."

"No, you're not! O, Q, and D are fine! G is just doing something weird with its body!"

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I had a dream last night about Lark. But like, it was an AU where Jay did die, he was gone and Tim moved on and had Birdie and found Brian again. But after that Lark comes around. Jay "died" and born again was Lark. She didn't remember much of anything. But Tim found her again. Which now that I'm awake is just reminiscent of the "You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you" drawing you did.

Now imagine that was an actual AU...

"now imagine that was an actual AU"

Don't mind if I do *wiggles fingers at it like it's a little cake

I swear I've thought about this before but I can't remember if I actually posted about it? I think it was like, a swap of Brian and Lark's timelines maybe? Brian reunited with Tim straight away and helped raise baby Birdie, and Lark was the one who showed up with everything figured out after ten years of being "dead"

I honestly love this idea, like it's so silly, it's so cute. Tim probably wouldn't even 100% realise it was "Jay" to begin with. He'd see her in a grocery store of something and just kinda have a little panic moment thinking he saw Jay, and then he'd be like "no, just someone who looks like him," and carry on, but he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. He'd go home and he'd tell Brian, they'd talk about Jay and everything that happened in entry 80 and Brian would comfort Tim and say that it's normal to think you saw someone you lost, even ten years after the fact.

Then Tim would run into her again and she'd make smalltalk with him and he'd be like 'god she even kinda sounds like Jay' and the lil 'oo another trans person :D' sign in his brain would light up.

(It got long lol)

I think they'd become friends naturally, bumping into each other constantly and just chatting when they can, and eventually Tim learns where she grew up, where she went to uni, and he'd be like "what are the odds, that's where I went to uni too, I wonder if we ever bumped into each other there" trying to play it off while he's panicking because he feels like his mind it playing tricks on him and he's terrified he's going to start believing some random woman is somehow his ten years dead boyfriend who might have been trans. He's scared he's not going to be able to shake the belief and that he's going to accidentally push his grief onto her, when it could be really nice to finally make a friend around here.

Eventually Brian's out with Tim too, and they both bump into Lark and when they get home Brian's like "you didn't say she looked EXACTLY like Jay if he was a woman??" And Tim's like "right?? It's uncanny!"

"so you think-?"

"No, no don't put that in my head, Brian, please don't put that in my head you know how bad my brain clings to things sometimes. Don't put that in my head."

"Sorry, yeah, no, she doesn't remember us, anyway, so obviously she can't be him. No recognition or anything, y'know?"

I think eventually the little details about Lark's life kinda all add up and eventually they tip Brian and Tim off to the fact that she did in fact used to be Jay. It'd take a while tho, like they've been kinda-friends for a couple months before she even mentions the least damning thing, having memory issues surrounding her time after uni, or just memory issues in general. She vaguely remembers that she used to carry a camera around so she could take videos and photos of important things so she wouldn't forget them.

Maybe they get onto the topic of how Tim and Brian met and they kinda half explained it, "oh we met in highschool and lost touch for like four years after uni, both had some situations in our personal lives and kinda forgot the other existed. I was stuck hotel hopping with a guy I ended up dating for a good long while." And Lark's kinda like "huh, yeah I'm pretty sure I was homeless doing something pretty similar for a while. Can't remember why though? I could have just moved back in with my parents, they'd have been delighted." Tim and Brian just stare at each other at that. They're having the same 'dont put that in my head's conversation with their eyes.

I'm not sure how they'd eventually like, figure it out. Maybe they end up being like "uhhh... So hey, did your name used to be Jay? Before you transitioned?" And have Lark be freaked the fuck out because WHAT??? How did they know that???

Or maybe she stumbled across something in their house that jogged her memory. They invite her over for an evening, maybe it's not even the first time they've done that, maybe by this point they're all proper friends. Maybe by this point Tim's desperately telling himself be doesn't fancy her, because he thinks he's only feeling like that because he can't shake the idea that she's Jay.

Maybe it's Birdie's "baby blanket" that makes her remember a bit. The green-brown hoodie of hers that Tim found in his car and kept after entry 80, the one he wrapped Birdie in and the one that's so frayed around the ends of the sleeves that it's ridiculous. Maybe Lark sees that and remembers a bit, kinda panics and freaks out silently when Birdie comes out of her bedroom at 11pm saying she had a bad dream and can she sit with them for a while. She's wearing the hoodie and Lark just kinda freezes on the sofa because the feeling that that hoodie is hers is so strong. It's not even "I used to have a hoodie like that," it's "that's my hoodie. That's my hoodie, I know it is"

She doesn't say anything, obviously, that'd be weird, but that's her hoodie, how tf does Tim have it?

She starts paying as much attention to all the weird similarities and coincidences in her and Tim's pasts, in at least the vague fuzzy stuff that she half remembers from her own. She's now doing the same thing as Brian and Tim are, constantly looking for some kinda confirmation that they knew here before this, that maybe they can fill her in on the years she's missing.

I think eventually she'd just ask them. She'd just outright ask "do you think we knew each other before this? I mean, really knew each other?" And finally Tim and Brian can kinda hesitantly confirm that that's their running theory, but they didn't wanna make her uncomfortable, they didn't wanna push that on her if they didn't already know her, they didn't want her to think they only liked her because they thought she was someone else.

Maybe they open up a little more about MH and what actually happened there. They mention Alex and that's kinda it? Like, they say his surname and that's too much of a coincidence, because Lark had a situationship back in uni with a guy with exactly that name.

After that it's a lot of very slowly filling Lark in on everything. Slowly because they don't wanna overwhelm her, because this is a LOT. And there's a lot of it to get through. Like, it takes months and months.

The last thing they tell her is that Birdie is hers.

I don't think she'd be dating Tim and/or Brian at that point, I think they'd have talked about their feelings, but I think all three of them would decide that they need to take things really really slow when it comes to a relationship, given their history and just the fact that they need to be sure they're not just getting together because of who they USED to be to each other, y'know? And yeah eventually they do get together, of course they do, but like? It takes a while.

I don't think they'd tell Birdie that it's actually Lark who is biologically her other parent, they let her keep assuming that it's Brian who is. But maybe when she's sixteen or whatever they sit down and have that talk. I think they'd have already told her a bit about the fact that Lark actually used to know Tim years and years ago, maybe that they used to be together, then lost touch and all that. I'm not sure how they'd explain the amnesia, maybe Lark already has an explanation she usually gives people about a head injury and she tells Birdie that, because no way in hell are they explaining MH to her. Mostly because they goddamn terrified that'll kick it all off again in some big Eldrich horror joke.

Eventually tho, everyone's in the know. Brian is still Birdie's other dad, and she never really starts calling Lark mum, but she does call her "my mum" if that makes sense. Like "oh yeah, this is Lark, she's my mum" that kinda thing. I don't think she'd only say Lark is her Dad's girlfriend. But she wouldn't just say "mum" if she needed Lark's attention, she'd just say "Lark"