#havin a weird one today

[thembohux]

My wife: hey are you ok? You seem anxious

Me, who started vaping the second I got in the car and almost melted down when I couldn’t roll the window down: … why do you ask??

[megameatymatt]

Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo

"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"

WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

requested?: nope

word count: 1,128

Pink: Y/n

purple: Matt

You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everything—you know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.

Except for one.

"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"

Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.

You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.

You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Matt’s name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.

“Morning!” His voice happy and calm

“G'morning Matt…” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?”

Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. “Sure, sounds good,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Great! I'll pick you up soon.”

“Okay, see you soon, Matt.” You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.

"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"

You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.

“You good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".

You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m fine! Just a little tired, I guess.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line you’re trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. “Yeah, really. Just had a weird dream.”

“A weird dream, huh?” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Care to share?”

Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.

You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."

He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.

"Lemme show you what it means"

You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream

"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.

He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.

He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.

You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".

His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.

You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.

"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.

Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.

Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.

"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"

"Well, tell me more, nothing less"

The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[erwinsvow]

uuuh love the kook!best friend idea??? the trio would be so overprotective of her??? at keggers she would just make small talk with some pogues and they'll be 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️like right next to her!

- 🔮

rafe is getting weirdly possessive over you, you think for a moment, standing near the keg and waiting patiently for your turn to get a drink. you don't think he's ever been so.... territorial. or maybe he has been, and you've just been ignoring it, thinking that he's been a really good, really close friend—looking out for you the way he does.

you can feel eyes burning holes into the back of your head, three sets of eyes in particular. your friends are funny—charmingly stupid, annoying arrogant, and a whole host of other things, but they've always been funny. it's why you guys get along so well, you return their jokes and comments at the same pace, more often than not even cracking jokes that make rafe break his stoic facade.

but he has been, you reflect, stepping up to whichever pogue is pouring the beer today—breaking his facade. you thought you were going a little crazy, thinking that he's actually being nicer to you, until kelce and top comment on it too. even today, he picked you up from your place first, letting you crawl into the front seat even though the other boys complain about being smushed in the back endlessly. he complimented your dress, even asked if it was new, which it was. he even got you your first drink without you asking for it, the strawberry seltzer that you're sure the pogues hosting didn't have lying around.

you feel surprisingly giddy about it—after all, you're still a girl, still their newer friend. like any other girl, you worry your new friends won't like you or that there's some ulterior motive going on. rafe's being a little weird, but he's always thinking about something that he doesn't talk about until days later. you think it'll pass like it always does.

"ah, ah," the blond pogue boy says—the cute one some of your girl friends buy weed from occasionally, when rafe can't deliver. "what's the magic word?"

you giggle at his antics, your worry about rafe floating away. you keep chatting with him, reaching in for the red cup twice, that he pulls up and over his head—impossible for you to grasp.

fifteen feet away, rafe watches jj tease you with the beer cup, jaw clenching while top and kelce see what he's staring at.

"see, boys. now that is not okay." he gestures to you with the cup in his own hand, watching your tiny dress ride up as you jump to get your beer from jj. "that pogue is disrespectin' our girl."

"rafe, i think it's just a joke-" top interjects, but he gets interrupted himself.

"nah, nah, man. these pogues. they think it's funny. i'll show him funny. c'mon." rafe stalks over, and the two boys follow. you don't notice but jj does, lowering the cup and staring at something—or someone—behind you.

"havin' fun, huh?" rafe questions, and you spin around. the jerk scared you—kelce and top surrounding you like bodyguards.

"guys, what are you-"

"i think she's all set, pogue. you can fuck off now."

"don't you have some store to rob?"

"guys, c'mon, it's a beer-"

"it's alright, princess, i see these three musketeers have an issue, so i'll just catch you around, hm?"

jj walks away, leaving the beer he poured for you on the log. you smile apologetically at him, fist clenching in anger at your stupid, stupid friends.

"you idiots. what the hell was that? i can't even talk to someone now-"

"what the hell's that mean, i'll catch you around?" rafe says, cutting you off. "you talkin' to that pogue?"

you pick up the beer and splash it over rafe's head.

"no, you asshole. it's a figure of speech and we live on the same island. jesus christ."

[dilfl0v3rss]

all yours

when it came to your safety, onyankopon played zero games. if he felt even the slightest bit of worry he had no problem getting you from wherever you may be. there have been times where you’ve been walked out of parties, stores, and even something as little as a smoke sesh with your girls. if ony felt you were unsafe you were going home no questions asked, and you honestly didn’t have an issue with it. feeling a sense of pride in having a man that cares so deeply for you. that was until tonight…

the two of you were at your friend ivy’s place for her big housewarming party when you were getting weird stares from a couple hating ass bitches. ivy didn’t want her party to be small so she told each person she invited to tell some friends to come as well. which led to this weird ass bitch brielle hearing about the party and deciding to curse everyone with her presence. brielle was an old fling of ony’s that he been cut off like a year ago, but she’s so thick in the head that she still runs her mouth about him to this very day. you, being the classy woman you are, have been ignoring the bitch because it honestly was sad of her to be acting like this, but today she reached her limit.

when you and ony first arrived everything was great. “heyy bitchhhh. so glad y’all could make ittt.” ivy screamed as she welcomed you and ony into her new home. ony greeted her with a small “wassup, thank you for havin’ us” before letting you have the floor, walking towards jean and connie to talk. “hey boooo. this place is niceeee you gotta let me spend the night sooon” the two of you talked for awhile before she let you go to get a drink from the kitchen. as you filled your red solo cup halfway with casamigos you noticed some girls approaching where your boyfriend and his friends were. before being able to move, you were stopped by sasha, mikasa and.

sasha was the first to talk. “you peep that shit right?” she said, nodding her head towards the girls. you knew if one of your friends was going to say something about what was going on it would be sasha. mikasa was on the quieter side, but best believe when it came to you she didn’t play either. “yea i see em. that bird ass bitch and her lil flock of pigeons tryna play games” the three of you watched as brielle and her little sidekicks were all up in you boyfriend’s faces. brielle being the main one, lightly hitting ony’s chest while she laughed. her red bussdown was flowing behind her as she pushed it over her shoulder, purposely trying to bounce her tiddies as she “fixed” her hair.

being the levelheaded woman you are, you decided against approaching them. knowing that you’d probably knock the bitches head off her shoulders if you went anywhere near her right now. so you pulled out your phone and sent ony a quick and simple text. ony looked at his phone almost immediately, knowing it was you who texted him since he had it on dnd for everyone else.

my wife💐

‘tell that bitch move around or ima drag her outta here omm😐’

as soon as he read the text, ony lifted his head and began searching for you. soon he locked eyes with yours, excusing himself from whatever conversation was going on and making his way to the kitchen. “what’s wrong now?” is this nigga dumb? did he not just see and feel that bitch being weird touching on him? “nun bruh just tell that hoe to keep her distance. that hair look new and i’d hate to have that shit on the floor” as the two of you conversed you couldn’t help but peep ivy and her friends start to mug you and your girls. eventually making their way towards you. before you can even point it out your thoughts were cut off by sasha. “yea i’m finna flip dis hoe. got me all the way fucked up.”

ony watched your friends start to remove their earrings and adjust their clothes, and being the nonconfrontational man that he was he decided it was time for you to go. “go tell ivy we leavin’ and wait f’me in the car ma. i’ll get you a slice of ca-” “nah i’m good right here.” you cut him off, eager to see what this bitch was on. as they approached y’all you see that sasha and mikasa were quick to be at your side, standing face to face with each of brielle’s friends. “you got a problem wit me shawty?” brielle smirked, looking you up and down and taking pride in pissing you off. but your mouth was smart and even though it got you in trouble with your man, there was nothing you couldn’t handle when it came to other people.

“nah but you seem to have a problem that i got the nigga you want” you spit back with a smile. you could see that your comment got under her skin. she was rolling her eyes as she replied. “nah ion got a problem when i know i can have em right back anytime. like last saturday for instance.” this bitch is a liar and you knew it. laughing at loud as both her and your friends looked at you confused. last saturday ony was home the entire day, and you can only remember it so vividly because he had you face down in the mattress for cursing him out over being late to brunch. you also remembered it so vividly because he recorded most of it on your phone. “tuhh bitch please pick a different lie because you know damn well he was with me. now are we gon sit here and chit chat or you tryna take this outside cause ian really with allat talkin’. ”

before the bird could reply, ony stepped in the middle of yall and tried to play the mediator. “y/n. get in the car, now. and brielle, what we had been over for a long ass time now. give that shit up and move on.” you backed down, feeling that no bitch was worth getting into it with your man. you were lowkey tired of being the bigger person, but knew i’d be better this way than just fighting and possibly ruining your friends party. as you made your way around ony, you gave brielle the illest mug ever to let her know that even though you’re leaving, you still ain’t no bitch. it wasn’t even five seconds since you left the kitchen where you can hear the bitch starting up again. “i don’t know why you still dealin’ wit that bitch. don’t you miss me ponpon?” brielle said in a baby like voice.

“nah chill wit that bitch word bro. and you really needa stop running your fuckin’ mouth bout her too cause i may not be here next time to stop her” you smiled while ony shut that bitch down. you knew he was more on the calm side so hearing him raise his voice a little turned you on. “oh please nigga you know damn well her shit nowhere as good as mine. used to have your soul leaving your body and allat. you can act like you don’t miss me but ik that dick think otherwise.” that was it for you. it was in the blink of an eye when you were dragging that bitch outside by her hair. honestly you needed whatever glue she got bc her shit wasn’t moving an inch. as you pulled her down the steps of ivy’s porch, you felt ony trying to grab at your wrists.

“mama let her hair go right now.” he yelled. you whip your head to the side, face to face with your man as he stared at you with a warning in his eyes. your fingers instantly straightened before brielle dropped to the ground. the stare this man was giving you made your heart start pumping rapidly. through his eyes you could tell that he was saying “don’t test me”, and you had no intention of finding out what would happen if you did. it was almost instantly when ony grabbed the top of your arm, quickly walking you to his car. most of the people were already outside, migrating there as they watched you drag brielle from the kitchen to the porch. ony opened your door and you sat down, ready to leave this whole day behind already. before you could close the door you heard brielle yapping again.

“fuck you bitch you can have the nigga. ain’t nun but a piece of dick anywayssss.” you hopped out the car and sprinted towards brielle with a quickness. as she seen you approaching she tried to square up but her hands were trash. punches were flying from everywhere, connecting right to her face every time. you honestly didn’t really care too much about what she said about you, but when it came to your boyfriend there was a line to be crossed. and she stomped right over it. “keep. my. man. name. out. your. fuckin’. mouth. bitch.” she was now laid on the floor with her arms shielding her bleeding face while you continued to throw blows her way. sasha seen her friends inching up about to jump in and shut it down immediately. “if you move anotha inch ima start swinging too. we don’t do nun of that jumping shit so i wish you would try so i can fuck you up right here.”

her friends looked at each other before back up completely, not wanting any problemsm. before long you felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and away from brielle. you were thrown into the backseat of ony’s car before he turned the child lock on, not being able to trust you to not open the door and attack again. he made his way to the front seat and threw a handful of tissue towards you from the glove compartment. the two of you were driving home in complete silence as you wiped your hands clean. usually your man would be lecturing you right now, but there was a calmness to him that frightened you. “umm…are you mad at me?”

he ignored you, asking his own question instead. “why do you get so jealous?” he mumbled, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. you rolled your eyes, acting as if what he was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world when in actuality, he was right. you knew that ony and brielle been done way before you even came in the picture, but the thought of him even being with her made you feel a way. ony knew you very well and he could tell how you were feeling regardless of what you did or said.

“mama how many times i gotta tell you i’m only yours huh? why can’t you just trust me?” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he kept replaying the nights events over and over again in his head. “how you expect me to trust you when you okay wit letting bitches be in your face? bitches you used to fuck!” you yelled, holding back tears as you moved your gaze out the window. ony opened his mouth to speak, but decided against going back and forth with you any longer. “we’ll fix this at my crib. not finna argue wit you in the car”

when the two of you made it to his apartment, ony wasted no time, leading you to his room before sitting you down on his lap. “so why you don’t trust me?” he asked, his handing running all over your back as he awaited your reply. you looked at the ground tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice from wavering. “i do” ony sucked his teeth at your words, lightly grabbing your chin and facing you towards him so you could see the knowing look he was giving you. “don’t lie mama, you said it in the car. why don’t you trust me?” the tears you’ve been fighting finally broke free as you quickly covered your eyes and sobbed into his lap. “i-it’s not you pa. i-i was just a little jealous b’cause you were letting her….her-” your cries took most of your breath from you, making you have to stop in the middle of your sentence so you can take a breath. “sh sh sh i get it baby. how you want me t’fix it huh?”you shrugged your shoulders at his question, not having an idea on how he could make this horrible night any better. “a-any way you can”

a soft smile made its way to ony’s face as he lightly pushed you down on your back. he removed your bottoms before slowly getting on his knees. “this way okay?” he asked, chuckling at how you eagerly nodded your head as an answer. it wasn’t long before ony had you a blabbering mess, his fingers digging into you slowly as he took in each of you pretty face expressions. “say it again baby” your back was arched off the bed as you repeated the words ony planned to have to chanting all night. “y-you’re all mine shitt” your moans made his dick grow stiff in his pants as ony looked at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. he quickly pulled his fingers out, laying his tongue flat on your clit before eating you out sloppily.

the feeling of his skilled tongue made you scream as you pushed and pulled on his head. “again” he mumbled into your pussy, too addicted to fully take his mouth away as he looked up at your pretty face. “all mine daddy a-all mine” ony sucked softly on your clit, letting his tongue run all over it in his mouth to quickly grab an orgasm out of you. his tactic worked, making him smile as he felt your juices begin to rush out of you and wet his chin. “good girl mama”

ony stood up in front of you, taking in the sight of your post orgasmic glow as he rubbed himself through his sweatpants. the sight of his bulge made you whine in want as you slowly leaned up to free him from his pants. ony quickly grabbed your hand, giving you a soft expression before lightly pushing flat onto the bed. “s’not about me right now mama. let me do this for you ‘kay?” you nodded your head at his words, making ony give you a like tap on your thigh to make you jump. “lemme hear your voice” at the sound of the small “yes” you gave him, ony slowly freed his dick from the confines of his sweats before lining it up with your tight entrance. “say it again”

“you’re all m-….ohmygoddd” the feeling of his thick dick sinking into your walls made a pretty cry fall from your lips. your back arching off the bed as your hand quickly flew to his wrists. ony didn’t let up, his pace slow, but his thrusts deep as he dug into you with love. “yea m’all yours mama. who dick is it?” your eyes were already at the back of your skull. small whimpers falling from your lips as you tried your hardest not to let your mind drift off into the clouds. “s’m….s’mine daddy” your words were slurred as you felt his dick begin to kiss your cervix in a way that made you want to scream. “ooouuu fuckkk”

ony’s pace began to quicken. the force of his quicker thrusts making your body begin to jerk a little on the sheets. he slowly pulled up your shirt, freeing your perky breasts before leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. the feeling of his wet tongue on the sensitive bud making you grow wetter as you caressed the back of his head. you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. letting your man prove to you how much he loves and cares about you through making sweet love to your body. ony released your nipple with a small pop before moving up to your neck.

the dark purple marks were already beginning to form in both of the areas as he slowly moved his lips to your ear. “say it again f’me mama. don’t want you t’forget” as ony waited for your reply, he leaned up from your body, staring down at you lovingly before pulling out of you completely. you matched his gaze, your brown eyes big and watery as you told him the words he longed to hear. “you’re mine” with that ony flipped you onto your stomach, quickly thrusting back into you before fucking you at a fast pace. his dick kissed all the right places in you as you cried out into the air. “oh…oh my goddd daddy right there!” ony smirked as you continued to moan for him. he just started and you were already ready to make a mess all over the sheets. the sloppy sounds of his dick stroking your pussy ringing through the air as proof.

“s’too soon, need you t’hold it f’me ma. can you do that?” you quickly nodded your head, earning you a hard snap of his hips that made you yelp in pleasurable pain. “what i tell you before? talk t’me baby” he was pounding you into the sheets now, your back arched to perfection as ony kept a hand on your back and another at the top of your ass. “i….i can hold it daddy” a smile spread into ony’s brown features as he listened to your whiny voice. your pussy fluttering as you felt his thumb rub over your tight hole. “you want me to?” he asked, chuckling at how quickly you whined out a “yes daddy….please”. ony moved his hand before letting his spit drip from his mouth to your ass.

lightly rubbing his spit outside the brown hole before he lightly fed it the tip of his thumb. you moaned at the sensation, throwing yourself back on him to get more if his dick along with poking your ass out more. “greedy thing” he groaned before fully sheathing his tumb inside of you. the sight made his dick twitch as ony began to fuck you harder and faster. occasionally stroking your puckering hole with his thumb to keep you on edge.

“you trust me now baby?” he breathed, the sight and sound of your pretty moans and even prettier body making it hard for him not to want to shoot his load deep inside of you. “y-yes daddy….with my life”

“you gon cut out the jealousy shit?” ony began to pound into you, using his free hand to push your arch down deeper as he quickly fucked the both of you closer to your orgasms. “mmm..mhm n-no more” the feeling of his long dick repeatedly hitting your g spot made your legs shake under you as you began to soak the sheets under you with drool. “say it one more time for me beautiful and we gon cum together” tears fell from your eyes at the rush of emotions flowing through your body right now. the feeling of love and trust being the most powerful as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“you’re all mine”

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ missin' you lots .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Epel Felmier x gn! reader

𓏵 588 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, fluff, unestablished relationship with reader

been feeling a bit unwell lately, but I was able to finally proofread this! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

The first letter arrives only a few days after Epel leaves for break. It’s written on simple parchment, the ink a little smudged in places, like he rushed to fold it up before it fully dried. You recognize his messy scrawl immediately.

Hey.

I dunno if this is weird or not, but I figured I’d write ya. My Gran said it’s good manners to send letters to folks ya care ‘bout, and, well… I guess that means you. Don’t go readin’ too much into it or nothin’!

Anyway, home’s been the same. Cold as ever, but at least I get to eat all the apples I want. I helped out at the orchard today—feels good doin’ somethin’ useful instead of worryin’ ‘bout schoolwork all the time.

Betcha the others are givin’ ya trouble without me there, huh? Don’t let ‘em push ya ‘round too much.

…Welp, guess that’s all. See ya when I’m back.

A few days later, another letter arrives, and then another. They come at random times, sometimes two in one week, sometimes a gap of several days. The frequency tells you more than he ever says outright—he’s thinking about you often, even if he won’t admit it.

His letters are always filled with little details about his life back home. Stories about working in the orchard, getting roped into town chores, and his constant struggle between wanting to enjoy break and wanting to get back to Night Raven College. He tries to play it cool, but his words betray him.

You ever tried apple butter before?

My Gran made some fresh, and it’s real good. I was thinkin’ maybe I’d bring ya a jar… if ya want. Not sayin’ I made it special for ya or nothin’, just figured ya might like it. No big deal.

I raced some of the boys from town today.

I won, obviously. Ain’t lost my edge yet. I bet I could even take that smug housewarden of mine in a race if he ever stopped actin’ all high ‘n mighty for five minutes.

...Kinda miss havin’ someone ‘round to cheer me on, though.

And then, there’s the one that nearly makes your heart stop.

I saw somethin’ today that reminded me of ya.

There was this field near the orchard, real quiet and peaceful. The sun was settin’, and the sky was all soft oranges and pinks. I dunno why, but it made me think of ya.

Kinda stupid, huh? I ain’t poetic or nothin’, but… I guess I just wanted to tell ya.

The next letter is messier than usual, like he wrote it in a hurry.

Forget I said all that in the last letter.

I was just ramblin’. Dunno why I even—just, uh, ignore it.

Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Try not to get in trouble before then, alright?

But when you finally see him again at Night Raven College, the first thing he does—before he even drops his bags, before he even greets anyone else—is shove a small jar into your hands.

"...Here. Apple butter. Like I promised."

You smile, fingers brushing against the ribbon tied around the lid. "You really did bring me some."

Epel turns red and crosses his arms, looking away. "’Course I did. Ain’t the type to go back on my word." Then, quieter, "’Specially not when it comes to you."

Yeah. You’re definitely keeping those letters forever.

[butterscotchpiesandguys]

Obnoxious

There are always those annoying people at the gym. You know it, I know it... we all know it. But the worst is when they feel super confident. The guys at my gym get loud, obnoxious and belligerent. No one tells them that though! But today... I had enough.

I went up to the group of them, five in total, and told them to knock it the hell off, everyone here is trying to have a good time! They just laughed at me and smiled. "Bro no one gives a shit except you." One said.

"Yeah, c'mon... we're just having fun. You would to if you joined us." They all kinda laughed at that. But one had a smug smile.

"You know... he does kinda look like he could, maybe just for the day?"

Another nodded, "Yeah, kinda right there, Ethan."

One more added, "Yeah, dude, he's got the muscle." Suddenly I could feel my chest hurt... my shirt felt like it was ripping... it slowly came apart with a loud tear as they complimented me. "Damn! How much do you lift... uh..."

I tried to say my name, "My man looks like a Jeremy." Ethan smirked at the other and patted my back. "I mean look at his face!" My jaw felt numb as it thickened out...

"Oh yeah I see what'cha mean there! His hair too, so fluffy... you got a girlfriend? Bet she loves that." They nodded as the group continued to circle me. They were being so loud but I couldn't help but laugh too.

People were staring at us but... I felt like I stopped caring... my mind... it felt a little... like it was... I felt hard to explain it and junk! "Well funny you say that man! My uh... name is actually Jeremy." Wait... I didn't mean to say that. I was trying to say my name, Jeremy. Getting harder to think...

"Eh we've wasted enough time, Wanna spot me, Sam?" I felt like an urge bubbling up. "Remember guys, lifting then cardio for Harry, me and Klein. You and Sam can go do some cardio first, Ethan." One of them said. I saw them walked up and called out.

"Hey bros, mind if I join you. Kinda weird havin that gap right?" I smiled and walked up beside Ethan and Sam. They seemed like some chill bros.

Sam smirked, "Hell yeah bro, only if you got me for lat raising!" He laughed and I nodded.

"Dude that is so easy, and look at you. Man I'm just gonna do those with you guys!" Ethan said loud and jokingly... this was... gonna be a fun time. Man. Glad I switched gyms.

[sevikasenby]

wake up call.

summary: (trans sevika :) you wake up to sevika touching herself early in the morning thinking you’re asleep. rating: explicit, MDNI wc: 1,842

it was one of sevika’s rare off days from work. a full day that is. there have only been a few instances where the stars align correctly and the universe has mercy on sevika for once. there’s no more damned paperwork to do (for today at least) and silco doesn't need sevika to go run errands for him, which often lead to her getting cuts and bruises. 

neither of you bother setting an alarm, you can sleep in till whenever. a lot of time you hope to wake up first so you can make breakfast before sevika wakes up, sometimes even bringing her breakfast in bed because she absolutely deserves it. you don’t always get to the breakfast in bed part because sevika’s only a light sleeper when you’re not in bed with her, she senses that you’re not there and wakes up to come into the kitchen with you. 

when you woke up this morning, you were too tired to open your eyes just yet. however, you noticed you weren’t laying on top of sevika, not even cuddled up next to her. that was weird. then you noticed the quiet sound of sevika’s heavy breathing…and a faint wet noise? 

slowly peeling your eyes open, you were met with sevika, not too far from you, her pajama pants and boxers pulled down a little with her cock out, stroking it. 

fuck. 

you didn’t want to interrupt just yet, only wanted to watch her, feeling your mouth water and clit start throbbing. you could tell her mech hand was gripping the sheets next to her as she spread the bead of precum over her tip with her thumb.  

her hand slid gently up and down her very clear hard cock, seemingly not wanting to go too fast so she didn’t wake you up, but fuck, were you awake now.

you didn’t know if you wanted to just watch her jerk off beside you while thinking you’re asleep or interrupt her so she could fuck your brains out because the longer you watched, the harder your clit throbbed, almost painfully so. 

it wasn't until you heard her moan softly, her mech hand coming up to cover her mouth, clearly not expecting the moan to escape, that you decide to interrupt her morning activity. 

“havin’ fun?”

her head whipped around to look at you. “oh fuck, you’re awake.” she panted, not sounding too surprised that you clearly had been watching her, she sounded relieved. 

you grinned as you sat up, scooting closer to her and running your hand up her chest to her neck and then cupped her scarred cheek. “wanna tell me why you’re touching yourself so early, baby?”

“had a dream ‘bout you, couldn’t wait.” she was still stroking herself, panting harder now. her hair was all messy with strands of it falling in her face. 

you didn’t waste any time kissing her, her lips moving roughly against yours. your hand found its way underneath her shirt to tease one of her sensitive nipples, rolling it between your fingers. “i need you so bad.” she moaned against you. 

“i know, and you’ll get me, but only after you get me a little more wet and then you can fuck me however you want.”

you leaned back to take off your underwear, leaving your (sevika’s) t-shirt on and swung your leg over her so you could straddle her face. her mech hand came to wrap around your thigh and her flesh hand continued to touch herself but you stopped her, telling her not to because you didn’t want her to cum just yet. 

both hands wrapped around your thighs now, pulling you all the way down onto her mouth. her tongue came to lick a fat stripe all the way up your cunt to your clit, taking your clit in her mouth and sucking on it. you moaned as you gripped onto the headboard of the bed with one hand and the other was on top of her head, tangling your fingers in her hair. 

you took a second to look back, seeing sevika’s leaking cock twitch every now and again. “oh, you’re so wet for me, sev.” you told her, just to feel her moan against your cunt. 

grinning, you looked down at her, her eyes closed, so focused on pleasing you. you ran your hand through her hair, getting her to look up at you. 

“so fuckin’ pretty eating me out.” you praised her, making her moan again. 

she began lapping hungrily at your arousal that was seeping into her mouth, the pleasure making shivers go up your spine. 

her tongue probed at your entrance before slipping inside of you, both of you moaning as your your wet walls clenched around her. you couldn’t help but grind against her tongue while you rubbed at your sensitive clit.

when you felt yourself getting close, you lifted yourself off of her, hearing her whine softly. “well you wanna continue eating me out or you wanna fuck me?” you teased her. 

you were flipped onto your back a second later and you automatically spread your legs to give her the access she wanted. her pretty cock was still leaking with precum as she lined herself up with your wet entrance that was clenching around nothing. 

she hadn’t been bothered to take off her boxers or shirt as she finally guided herself into you, feeling the familiar yet welcome stretch and burn as she pushed every inch inside you till she bottomed out, a guttural moan leaving her. 

“you feel so damn good, baby, so much better than my dream.” 

you moaned at the praise, moving you hand down your stomach. “oh god, you’re so fucking deep,” you moaned, feeling the bulge she was creating inside you. “it’s like i was made to take you.”

sevika growled. “you can’t just say shit like that.” she started fucking you, it was slow at first so you could get use to her but quickly became faster, harder, making you cry out in pleasure. 

you tugged at her shirt, wanting her closer. she did as you wished and you were able to cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. 

“that feels so  fuckin’ good, sev.” you moaned against her lips. 

you could hear the squelching sound of her pounding into your pussy. you were so wet now that she was slipping in and out of you with ease. 

she pushed down on your lower stomach, now hitting the spot that made you see stars, getting you close. “please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged. 

“don’t you worry, baby, i’m not stopping till you cum on my cock as many times as i want.”

your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, reaching down to rub your neglected clit till you eventually tip over the edge, your hands moving to grip sevika’s back and your legs shaking. sevika was almost instantly after you, moaning into your neck and cumming inside you, feeling your cunt pulsing around her. 

she stopped and pulled out, but only to take her boxers and pajama pants off and flipped you onto your stomach, raised your knees up before continuing to fuck you from behind, making you whine at the overstimulation.  

“come on now, you can take it, can’t you?”

you nodded as best you could with your face pressed against the pillows. sevika positioned herself over you, feeling her chest pressed against your back. 

“yeah, my pretty baby takes anything i give them.” sevika cooed in your ear, her thrusts never faltering. 

soon the overstimulation became only pleasure as sevika pumped her cock in and out of you, fucking you deeper and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you could feel cum, a mix of yours and sevika’s, dripping out of you and onto the bedsheets below, even some dripping down your thigh. 

sevika’s own moans filled your ears, strings of curses falling from her lips. if there was anything better than her fucking you, it was hearing and knowing that she felt good, that you were making her feel good. it was why you debated on just watching her this morning, hearing her trying to be quiet while she touched herself, trying not to moan to loudly, it was music to your ears. 

"oh fuck!” your eyes rolled back again as she latched onto your neck, sucking a mark into your soft skin. your moans were nearly being muffled by the pillow your head was resting on. 

sevika’s flesh hand came to grip the top of your own that was gripping the bedsheets, letting your fingers intertwine. 

it wasn’t much longer that you felt your orgasm hit you like train. “fuck i’m cumming!”

“me too, baby.”

your legs trembled and your back arched as she came inside you again, fucking you both through your orgasms. she pulled out, not wanting to cause overstimulation this time. you flipped yourself over onto your back, letting your legs and knees rest and fall flat against the bed.

sevika came and laid her full weight on top of you, burying her face in your neck, still breathing heavy. you wrapped your arms around her, running your hand up and down her back while you both caught your breath. 

“you okay?” you asked her. 

“mhm, goin’ back to sleep.” she murmured. 

you chuckled. “we gotta get cleaned up first, sev.” she only hummed in disapproval, not wanting to get from her comfy spot on your chest. 

“and i hate to break to you, but the sheets definitely need to be washed.” she groaned this time, looking up at you. you leaned down to kiss the pout off her face. 

“come on.”you told her and you both finally got up. she started tugging at the sheets to take them off but you gently smacked her hand away, telling her to just go into the bathroom. she did and you gathered some clean clothes for each of you before following her. you both cleaned up and used the bathroom, getting into the clothes you brought which were just t-shirts and clean underwear. 

you told her to go get comfy on the couch and that you would be there in a minute. you gathered up the sheets that needed to be cleaned and took them and threw them in the washer. 

after you started the washer you went to the living room, seeing sevika sitting on the couch clearly waiting for you. there was a glass of water on the coffee table that she must’ve went and got for you and her, seeing as it was already half empty. 

you took a drink before you both lay down on the couch, you on the inside resting on sevika’s chest. she draped a blanket over you before wrapping her arm around your back and kissing the top of your head. 

“i love you.” you yawned, cuddling more into your girlfriends chest, feeling yourself growing more tired.

“i love you too.” 

taglist: @abitohoney @archangeldyke-all @shimtarofstupidity @sevsbaby @zaunite-leo

[biblical-chronicles]

Getting high

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where the reader comes to Liam to ask how does getting high exactly feel.

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It was late afternoon when you knocked on the door of Liam’s house. The sun cast long shadows across the garden, the faint hum of traffic sounding in the distance as you shifted nervously on the step.

You’d always known Liam as a bit of a legend—a family friend whose reputation preceded him—but if you were honest with yourself, you’d always had a bit of a crush on him too. The kind of crush that made your stomach twist when he laughed, or when he tossed out one of his cheeky remarks.

But walking up to Liam out of nowhere for a casual chat? Yeah, no chance. That’d be weird. So, you’d come up with a plan—a bit daft, maybe, but it felt like your best shot. You’d tell him your friends were thinking about getting high, and you wanted to ask him for advice to avoid ending up on a stretcher by the end of the night. It was a half-baked excuse, sure, but it’d give you a reason to talk to him outside the usual family setting.

The door swung open, and there he was, comfy in his track jacket and trainers. His hair was a tad shorter now, peppered with grey, but his sharp features and mischievous eyes hadn’t dulled one bit.

“Eh, what’s this?” Liam asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Didn’t think I’d be seein’ you today.”

“Hi, Liam.” You tried to sound casual, but the words came out more nervous than you intended. “Uh, can I talk to you about something? Privately?”

His eyebrows shot up, clearly intrigued. “Privately, eh? Sounds like trouble.” He stepped aside, waving you in. “Come on, then. Spill.”

You followed him into the living room, where the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tang of cigarette smoke. The place was surprisingly neat, save for a few records scattered across the coffee table and a half-empty mug of tea.

Liam flopped onto the couch, propping his feet up on the table. “Alright, kid, what’s the crack? Don’t tell me you’re in some mad scrape—no one’s knocked you up, have they?”

“Liam!” you blurted, horrified. “No! Nowt like that.”

“Good,” he said, grinning. “Now, what’s got you lookin’ like a cat on a hot tin roof?”

You took a deep breath, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “I wanted to ask you… about getting high.”

The grin froze on his face for a moment before it stretched wider. He let out a low chuckle, clearly delighted. “You’re havin’ me on.”

“I’m not!” you insisted, cheeks burning. “I just… I don’t know who else to ask, and you’ve, you know…” You gestured vaguely, your voice dropping. “...done it.”

Liam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied you with those pretty blue eyes. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why d’you wanna know about gettin’ high?”

You hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. Finally, you sighed. “Well.. me mates wanted me to smoke with them. And I—well, I don’t know what it’s like, and I don’t wanna look like an idiot.”

“Ah, so it’s about impressin’ some spotty little twats, is it?” Liam teased, though his tone was more curious than mocking.

“No, that's no the point. I just thought… maybe you could tell me what it’s like. So I don’t go in blind.”

Liam hummed thoughtfully, leaning back against the couch. “Right, well, first off, good on ya for not just goin’ in with both feet. Most people your age don’t think twice. Second…” He paused, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You reckon I should give you the proper masterclass, yeah?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, standing up and sauntering toward the kitchen, “if you’re gonna try it, might as well do it proper. With me. Safer that way, innit?”

“Wait, are you serious?” you asked, trailing after him as he rummaged through a drawer.

“Course I am,” he said, pulling out a small tin. “Rather you do it here than with some little muppets who don't know their arses from their elbows. Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of ya.”

You hesitated, your heart racing. “I don’t know, Liam…”

He turned to you, his expression softening. “Hey, it’s up to you. No pressure. But if you’re curious, might as well learn from the best, yeah?”

You swallowed hard, your curiosity warring with your nerves. Finally, you nodded. “Alright. Just… be gentle, okay?”

“Always am,” he said with a wink, leading you back to the living room.

“Alright, love,” Liam said as he plopped down on the couch, tin in hand. He looked at you with a rare seriousness, though the mischief in his eyes still glimmered beneath the surface. “First things first, yeah? Don’t stress. If you’re nervous, it’ll just make it worse. Relax, let it come to you. You’re not here to win a medal or owt.”

You nodded, trying to internalize his advice as your nerves simmered under the surface.

“Second,” he continued, expertly rolling a joint as he spoke, “don’t be a hero. You take one, see how you feel, yeah? Don’t go suckin’ it down like it’s oxygen. You’ll be flat on your arse in ten seconds, and I’ll have to carry ya home. And I ain’t carryin’ no one, got it?”

“Got it,” you said, suppressing a grin.

He held the finished joint up like it was some kind of holy relic, then grabbed a lighter from the table. “Right. Watch and learn, kid.”

He lit it with practiced ease, taking a slow drag and holding it for a moment before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. “Inhale it proper,” he said, handing it to you. “Like you’re breathin’ it in, not chokin’ on it. And don’t overthink it.”

You took it from him, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. Slowly, you brought it to your lips, mimicking his earlier movements. The smoke filled your lungs, warm and slightly harsh, and you coughed as you exhaled.

Liam barked out a laugh. “There ya go. First-timer special. Try again, but slow this time.”

You tried again, and this time it went smoother, the taste earthy and strangely calming. After a few more, the tension in your shoulders began to melt away, replaced by a light, floating sensation.

“See? Told ya,” Liam said, watching you with pride.

You leaned back, feeling warmth spread through your limbs. For a while, the two of you passed it back and forth in companionable silence, the room filling with a faint haze. Then, without warning, you turned your head to look at him and started giggling.

Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “What’s so funny, eh? Don’t tell me you’re one o’ them giggly lot. Never live that down.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it only made it worse. Finally, you blurted out, “You’re just… so pretty.”

That caught him off guard. His mouth opened slightly, then closed as a wide grin spread across his face. “Pretty, am I?” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms. “You’ve been smokin’ for five minutes, and suddenly I’m a model yeah?”

“I’m serious!” you said, giggling harder as your cheeks burned. “You’ve always been pretty, Liam. I used to… well…” You trailed off, but the words were already out there.

“Oh, here we go,” he said, his grin turning positively devilish. “Go on, then. Spit it out.”

You sighed, feeling both mortified and emboldened by the haze in your mind. “Fine. I used to have the biggest crush on you. I’d ogle you at every family gathering you showed up to. You were like… untouchable or summat.”

“Untouchable?” he repeated, laughing. “Bloody hell, love, you’ve been writin’ sonnets about me, haven’t ya? What, were you sketchin’ hearts around me name in your notebooks?”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Nah, nah, this is gold,” he said, still laughing. “You, starin’ at me from across the room, all hearts in your eyes."

You shook your head, half annoyed, half charmed by his teasing. “Okay, you can stop now.”

But he wasn’t done. “And what were you thinkin’ about, eh? My hair? My—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in and kissed him, effectively shutting him up. His words died in his throat, replaced by a soft noise of surprise as your lips met his. For a moment, he froze, then his hands came up to cup your face, and he kissed you back.

As the kiss deepened, the air between you both seemed to shift, tension building, but it wasn’t unpleasant—just the opposite. You shifted slightly, moving to straddle him, and for a brief moment, he pulled away, eyes widening in amusement.

“Well, well,” he said, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Look at you, getting comfortable already.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move. “What? You think I wouldn’t?”

He chuckled, watching you settle more firmly on top of him, a soft breath escaping his lips. “Oh, I see. Thought about this before, did ya?” he teased, his hand gently resting on your hips, his voice low but playful.

You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear. “No,” you said with a smirk, “I’ve dreamed about it.”

Liam let out a surprised laugh, his fingers trailing lightly over your waist. “Bloody hell,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “And here I thought I was the one with all the fantasies.”

You grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline combined with the aftereffects of the smoke. “Guess you’re not the only one who’s had a thing for the other.”

He raised an eyebrow, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Well, now we’re both gettin’ our kicks, aren’t we?”

As you straddled him, you realized how easy it was to fall into this, how natural it felt. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

Liam’s grin softened a little as he brushed a lock of hair from your face, his voice quieter now. “You sure you know what you're doin’, love?”

You gave a little nod, your confidence bolstered by the warmth and ease between you two. “I’m sure.”

“Good,” he muttered, before pulling you back down into another kiss, this time deeper, more urgent.

The moment your lips collided, all sense of inhibition evaporated. His mouth moved over yours with a raw, almost clumsy intensity, lips parting to let his tongue sweep into your mouth with an eager, uncoordinated rhythm.

You let out a quiet, breathless laugh into the kiss, and Liam pulled back just far enough to mutter, “What’s funny, then?” before his lips found yours again. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as his mouth pressed against yours with unrelenting hunger.

Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping him as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. The wet sounds of your lips and tongues meeting echoed in the room, every pull and press more heated than the last. When you pulled back for air, your lips were slick and swollen.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Liam muttered, his voice gravelly as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. “You’ve gone all out, ain’t ya?”

“Shut up,” you whispered, breathless, but your grin betrayed you as you leaned in again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it and diving back into another messy kiss.

Liam let out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly. His lips trailed to your jaw, then down to your neck, where he left open-mouthed kisses that were just as uncoordinated. His tongue flicked against your skin, hot and wet, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched when he nipped lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Christ, you taste good,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine amazement. He pulled back briefly, his lips glistening, his smirk infuriatingly smug. “You’re makin’ a right mess of me, y’know that?”

“Funny,” you shot back, your voice trembling slightly, “I was gonna say the same about you.”

You pushed him back into the couch, as your hands cupped his face, pulling him back into another kiss, your tongues colliding, breaths mingling in a chaotic mix of laughter and gasps.

His hands roamed up and down your back, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with an almost feral intensity. When you both pulled away for air again, a thin string of spit hung between you, breaking as Liam let out a husky laugh.

“Proper cheeky, you are,” he muttered, his thumb tracing over your swollen bottom lip before leaning in to press a wet, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Look who’s talking,” you teased, your voice shaky but full of warmth as his lips found your neck again, leaving another trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses.

By now, the haze of your high had amplified every sensation—the heat of his breath, the slick, wet sound of each kiss, the way his fingers dug into your hips just enough to keep you steady. It was messy, unpolished, and completely consuming, every moment drawing you deeper into him.

“Think you’ve ruined me for good now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with amusement and something deeper.

“Good,” you whispered, leaning in to capture his lips once more, the world around you completely forgotten.

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another request scribbled down, hopefully you like it !!

the prompt was so fun x

kinda want to continue it like they meet at the next family gathering and she decides to address what happened or summat, suggestions open for that one xx

Love ya all !!

Part 2 right here !

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Rook Hunt - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"That rather intense moment"

[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]

Rook: Heh, I do so enjoy my little walks in the morning. The crisp air truly enhances the beauty of prey.

Vil: Oh, Rook. You're still dressed in your school uniform? Hurry and get changed.

Vil: Don't tell me you forgot today's ceremony? No one likes a man with no sense of time.

Rook: Of course not. There's no way I would have forgotten, Vil.

Rook: There's nothing to worry about, I will go change into my ceremonial robes right away. I still have time.

Rook: And perhaps I could undertake your signature appearance look-over, Roi du Poison, since it has been quite some time since I've been subject to one.

Vil: Do you think I would have for my Vice Housewarden someone who would require more help than the other students?

Vil: However, I will say that you should take a shower before changing if were just coming from outside.

Rook: Is that a problem? To be fair, I did not run amok or lay on the ground during today's walk.

Rook: I only exchanged some pleasant conversation with a sleepy-looking prey.

Vil: I wonder if that truly was all. Regardless, you should take a shower and rinse off all the dirt you've tracked in from the outside.

Vil: The ceremonial robes are a traditional and iconic garb of this academy, so it cannot just be worn haphazardly.

Vil: As you are to stand beside me as my Vice Housewarden during the ceremony, I will not allow for a single speck of dust to be present on your robes.

Rook: Is that also why you've mandated that I wear perfume whenever I put on these robes?

Vil: That's right. The scent you wear is just another part of your overall appearance.

Rook: Understood, I shall heed your words.

Rook: If I am to have the privilege of being the accompanying arrangement to your glorious bouquet, then even showers and perfume are a small price to pay.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Hallway]

Rook: How vexing… I had not expected the shower rooms to be out of order.

Rook: They said it would be fixed by tonight, but that would not allow me to be ready in time for the ceremony…

Floyd: Man, Pomefiore's always so sparkly. It shines just like how the ocean's surface does.

Rook: Oh, what luck… That's an Octavinelle student rounding the corner.

Rook: Bonjour, Monsieur Spontané.

Floyd: Oh hey, it's Seagull-kun.

Rook: Is that your nickname for me? It's wonderfully unique.

Rook: A gracious welcome to Pomefiore. Have you just strolled in here on a whim?

Floyd: I ain't taking a stroll, I'm doin' an errand for Azul.

Rook: I see, I see.

Rook: To tell you the truth, I am currently in a tricky bind. I was hoping to ask you for your assistance.

Floyd: Ehhh, don't wanna. I'm busy.

Rook: No need to be so cold. I have need of a shower, and yet the showers here are currently under repair.

Rook: Would I be able to utilize the Octavinelle showers?

Floyd: Huh? How should I know? And it's got nothing to do with me, if you're havin' a problem.

Rook: I beg you. At this rate, I will end up breaking my promise to Vil.

Rook: I am only asking to borrow your shower room. It shouldn't cause you any trouble.

Floyd: You just don't quit, huh. I said I don't wanna.

Rook: Hm… If I cannot attain your permission, it may not work out too well for you.

Rook: Are you still adamant in refusing me?

Floyd: Aha, you tryin' to force me to do whatcha want?

Floyd: Brave, ain'tcha? Want, you want me to squeeze you to a pulp?

Rook: Here

[spritz, spritz, spritz]

Floyd: Ack, what'dya just spray on me!? It smells weird…!

Rook: Weird is no way to describe this. Vil himself blended this special perfume for me.

Rook: Does not the musk and amber soothe you?

Rook: Well, even I have to admit that the scent is fairly strong that if I were to wear it, I would be noticed by my prey from a long distance away.

Rook: That's why I choose to only wear it when I must wear the ceremonial robes.

Floyd: Who cares about all that!? Ugh, I can't even scrub it out…!

Rook: No, I'm sure you can't. You should get changed as quick as possible. I think a bit of it got into your hair as well, so you should also take this opportunity for a shower.

Rook: Now you wouldn't be going out of your way by bringing me along to your dormitory's shower rooms anymore, wouldn't you say?

Floyd: Huh? You screwing with me?

Rook: Oh my, what a terribly ferocious glare.

Rook: I bet those sharp teeth of yours could easily tear through even the toughest fisherman's net… Fantastic!

Floyd: Bleagh… What's with this guy…? Your grin's creepin' me out. Fine, if you're gonna follow me, whatever.

Floyd: Ughhhh～ This really stinks. I'm getting' dizzy…

Rook: Heh. Well then, shall we adjourn to Octavinelle?

[Octavinelle Dorm – Lounge]

Rook: Floyd-kun, thank you for letting me use the Octavinelle showers. Dearie me, that was a saving grace.

Floyd: Maaan, that sucked. [sniff, sniff] …I think I can still smell it on me.

Rook: Heh. The scent is gone, don't worry. Looks like you were able to wash it all out.

Rook: It all worked out in the end, and you even had time to put on your robes. You're going to the ceremony as well, aren't you?

Floyd: Ugh, don't you ever shut up…?

Rook: Oh yes, while I'm here, may I finish applying my makeup?

Floyd: Makeup? You already did the stuff that goes around the eyes.

Rook: Vil's orders, you see. It isn't enough to just use liner.

Rook: I have an abundance of makeup and their respective tools to use for ceremonies… Look here, they can barely fit atop the dresser!

Floyd: Gah, that's so much.

Floyd: What, you got some weird-lookin' bottles, brushes, and pens…? What's this dark brown powder?

Rook: That would be for shading. It's used to contour the face into a more sculpted appearance.

Floyd: Uh-huh. Then, what's with this pencil-lookin' thing? Why'd you have so many different ones?

Rook: That's eyeliner. See how each one is a different color? I'll use a different one based on the type of eyeshadow I use, or where I want to draw a line.

Rook: Now then, if you'll excuse me. I need to start applying my makeup.

Floyd: Uggghh, it smells weird again.

Rook: Even so, I've chosen makeup products that have a more subdued scent.

Rook: Although, I suppose it's true that because I have an abundance of different makeup, that the more I apply, the stronger the fragrance will become…

Floyd: You don't like smelly things either, right, Seagull-kun? So why're ya goin' along with whatever Betta-chan-senpai says?

Rook: This is all to stand at Vil's side.

Rook: He is the fairest of all here at this academy…

Rook: All of this is just a small price to pay in order to be able to admire his beauty from such a premium seat.

Floyd: Uh-huh…

Rook: Heh, you seem to have taken an interest in my handiwork. Would you like to try applying some makeup?

Rook: Your mismatched eyes glow with a mysterious, unreadable glint that is truly beautiful. I'm sure makeup will only serve to enhance that.

Floyd: No way. That's a pain, anyway.

Floyd: 'Sides, it's gettin' pretty boring just watching you do stuff. Hurry and finish up, already.

Rook: Well then, I don't mind if you wish to leave me to it. I can lock up for you once I have finished.

Floyd: Nope. If I let some outsider wander around here, I'ma get an earful from Azul later.

Rook: Well, then I suppose there's no other options. You'll have to wait until I've finished.

Floyd: Whyzzat? Why don'tcha just quickly slap something on?

Rook: Beauty can only be improved by dedicating the time for it.

Rook: Oh, then what if you were to help dry my hair in the meantime?

Rook: It should shorten my time here if you were to use the hair dryer while I finish applying my makeup, wouldn't you agree?

Floyd: …What a pain… …Tch, fine. Hand me the hair dryer.

Rook: Wonderful, thank… Ack, hot!

[hair dryer blows…]

Rook: Non, non, Monsieur Spontané. I need you to regulate the temperature better.

Floyd: Huuuh, whaddya say? I can't hear ya!

[hair dryer blows…]

Rook: Ah, if the dryer is turned to its maximum setting and my hair is ruffled so, it will take longer to tame it later…

Floyd: Man, you got a lot of hair, Seagull-kun. It ain't dryin' at all.

Rook: Ah, Monsieur Spontané…! You handle me so roughly…!

Floyd: You even gotta complain about the way I'm doin' this? Shouldn't matter how I get it done, as long as it dries, right?

Rook: Aaaaah…!

Rook: [pant, pant] …Has my hair finally dried…? I never thought that rather intense moment would ever end…

Rook: …Hm?

Rook: Oh, my hair…

Rook: It's completely unruly!

Floyd: I mean, ain't it boring to just have your hair the same way all the time?

Rook: I see, this is…

Rook: Absolutely fantastic!

Rook: Neither Vil nor myself would have ever considered this style. Your innovative thinking has brought forth a new form of beauty!

Floyd: Eh, you for real?

Rook: I feel as though I've unlocked new possibilities for myself now! Thank you, Floyd-kun!

Floyd: You're so weird…

Requested by Anonymous.

[bellaxgiornata]

Just over here having fun booping everyone this morning and then I started thinking about Matt, Mikey, and Frank in my head and wondering how they'd feel if they were getting booped sporadically and it made me laugh. So, here's another one of those weird character dialgoue things below the cut!

Matt, running a hand over his face: That's like the fifteenth time someone has booped my nose in the past three minutes. How am I supposed to focus on anything today? Or sleep? Or get anything done?

Frank, pausing with his coffee midway to his mouth and frowning: ...the fuck keeps touching my goddamn nose?

Michael, focused on his book on the couch: It's that tumblr boop thing Bella is doin'. She's now just imaginin' everyone boopin' our noses instead.

Frank, eyeing Michael curiously over his coffee: The hell you look so comfortable over there for then? Isn't this--[Frank, pausing and swatting at the air in front of his face aggressively] Isn't this bothering you, too?

Michael, shrugging: Not really. Bella's havin' fun with it.

Matt, muttering under his breath: You're just sucking up to her because she's working on your stories...

Michael, glancing up from over the top of his book: Let the lady have her fun. She's had a long--[pauses for repeated boops]

Frank, grinning as Michael just sits there making a face: You good there, buddy? She's had a long what? What were you saying? Didn't catch that.

Michael, gradually opening his eyes with a flat expression on his face: Long weekend. Alrigh' I'll admit, that was quite an aggressive boopin' just now. I see your point.

Matt: I don't see how--[pauses for boop] I don't see how we're--[pauses for boop] I don't see how Bella expects to--[pauses for boop]

[Matt, irritated and rising to his feet, throwing his hands on his hips as he paces the living room]

Frank, sighing as he focuses on Michael: How long is this gonna be goin' on for?

Michael, shrugging again: I dunno, it just started so I imagine for--[pauses for boop] --a bit.

Frank, shaking his head: Goddammit, that's just--[pauses in irritation for repeated booping] DAMMIT, BELLA!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii aerie how are you

hello dear one, i am so early for once (ask got here 2 minutes ago!)

i'm okay. washed my hair today so i feel like a person again. it's COLD here again? which is stupid as fuck because it was nice and warm on like... tuesday? i think (memory bad)

but yeah i'm doing alright. i am sorta hungry rn and thinking about getting a snack or smth.

just was working on angel neil and i'm not sure if you read it/ are caught up on it if you do, so im gonna put this bit under the cut?? i guess? just in case you don't wanna read about this mess and so i don't spoil anyone on it? idk

in my angel neil au, neil kills drake before he has a chance to hurt andrew and the others all see this dead dude but don't know who he is. andrew steers everyone out to the car but nicky stays in the house for a few minutes and andrew hears him yelling at his parents.

SO i have decided that nicky found out from them who drake was and what he did to andrew 'supposedly' (because nicky's parents are cunts). and anyway i was writing nicky and andrew talking the next day and i don't think i have quite captured how THAT would go. but i... think i am maybe happy with it??? idk i'm havin weird feelings about it :'))

[keyofnow]

Birthday

No, I'm not havin' one today, thanke ye kine anyroad.

“Birthday” was recorded during the 16th week of the White Album sessions, and the second week of Chris Thomas’ acting role as producer.

It was a Wednesday. They'd spent the first few days of the week concentrating on Paul's track “I Will” (on which George had disinclined himself from playing), plus mixing and minor overdubs of a couple other songs.

By all accounts “Birthday” was invented on the spot. So the story goes, they'd discussed meeting earlier than usual so they could break and go to Paul's to watch The Girl Can't Help It (with the theme song by Little Richard). In the first part of the session Paul introduced the riff, he and John cobbled some lyrics together, and George and Ringo pitched in on the arrangement. By the time the movie started they had a basic arrangement worked out, and after the film they went back to the studio and polished it off.

So they built the song in basically that one session, 18 Sept 1968, and on into the wee hours of the next morning. They don't appear to have done any overdubs on it after that day, so the song must have been completed on that very night.

Why a song on the subject of a birthday though? Why a novelty song at all, and on that topic specifically?

The “Christmas song” is something The Beatles had managed to avoid as artists — cf. Chuck Berry, “Run Run Rudolph”; or The Beach Boys “Little Saint Nick” — except for their special non-commercial fan club recording “Christmas Time Is Here Again”. Still, there was a charm to the notion of having that one song that could be pulled out for certain occasions. The concept was ultimately Paul's — John thinks it was inspired by the 50's song “Happy Birthday Baby”?

Is that the whole story?

What's it all about?!

Was it purely a spontaneous burst of rock'n'roll inspiration? Or were birthdays lingering in the back of Paul's mind? Not unreasonable, considering the circumstances of his 26th birthday and his Apple AWOL adventure immediately after.

Recent Beatle birthdays in review:

The first Beatle birthday of the new year is George on 25 Feb. This year they celebrated his 25th birthday all together now at the Maharishi's meditation retreat in Rishikesh, a poetic setting given George's deepening embrace of Indian music and culture, sort of the ultimate birthday destination for him, and at his quarter-century mark no less.

The second Beatle birthday of the year is Paul on 18 June (nearly four months after George's). What a contrast was Paul's birthday. The others were all too busy doing their own thing to give Paul time, and he partied with the Apple staff without them. He chose to attend Jane's theatre opening instead of John's, and afterwards there may have been some hurt feelings and confusion on all sides. Who knows if they even saw each other before Paul jumped ship with the Apple crew two days later and went to California, where George and Ringo had just come from. All so weird.

The third Beatle birthday of the year is Ringo on 7 July (nearly three weeks after Paul's). It fell on a Sunday this year, and there's no news about what he did #OTD, so it must have been a low-key occasion. It's not unreasonable to infer that the weirdness surrounding Paul's birthday (less than three weeks prior) was still fairly fresh in everyone's minds at this point.

The fourth and final Beatle birthday of the year is John on 9 Oct (three months after Ringo's last, and four and half months before George's next). With the end finally in sight, John leads the band thru the final charge into the wee wee hours of his birthday morning, then disappears for the next three days.

The deeper you go...

Curious that “Birthday” was created exactly three weeks before John's next birthday (which also fell on a Wednesday) — and exactly three months after Paul's last (on the 18th of the month).

Had Paul been harbouring this since June? Had he gone through this on the 18th of every month since, trying to recreate the ideal birthday circumstance that he'd been denied in June?

On 18 July the band attempted “Helter Skelter”, the first full-band rock piece that Paul had proposed for these sessions so far. The session produced nothing useable, as the song is unstructured and the band sound like a pack of meandering gobshites. Did Paul feel like the others were unenthusiastic about his new song that day, perhaps even deliberately sabotaging it? (The others may have been justifiably wary, as the last Paul song had taken them a full week to complete, as would the next.)

On 18 Aug there's no news, and it was a Sunday, so another low-key day. But George and Pattie have just flown to Greece the day before, which may have reminded Paul about George's last trip back in June, and their missed connection on Paul's birthday. If Paul was still pissy over this, that may explain the tense vibes two days later (a Tuesday) when John and Ringo are mixing in studio two, and they drop in on Paul while he's overseeing horn overdubs to “Mother Nature's Son” in studio three. Had Paul declined to go into the studio on Monday? (This became a mounting source of annoyance to the others, since Paul lived literally a couple blocks from the studio whereas the others commuted in from the suburbs. More on this pattern of behaviour later.) Only to go in on Tuesday and work on his own thing without them? Even if that wasn't his intention, that may be how it was perceived by John and Ringo. Whatever the case may be, Ringo's annoyance bubbled over two more days later (on a Thursday) when he quits the band in the middle of the session after Paul incessantly corrects his drumming on “Back in the U.S.S.R.”

So the 18th's of the month haven't been great for Paul this summer.

(If Paul were sinister, which he is not, but if he were, then he might revel in seeing John and Yoko busted on 18 Oct — the day after finishing the White Album. Poetry in motion.)

And in the end...

Is “Birthday” Paul's attempt at channeling his three-month frustration into something constructive and cathartic? Was it addressing an elephant in the room, one that the others might not even be aware of? Was it Paul's subtle way of throwing a little shade, especially on John, and also on George? (But not on Ringo, who remains blameless...)

Perhaps. Or maybe it's all a big coincidence. Did those accumulating co-incidences gave rise to suspicions of deliberate intentions on the part of one or another Beatle? Did these provide opportunities for plausible deniability that they exploited to get what they wanted and stick it to each other?

Who knows. But it looks as though — between hanging with his mates at his house and watching a classic rock'n'roll movie, creating a fresh rocker for The Beatles, and recording a full song together — Paul finally got the birthday party he didn't get back in June.

A very merry unbirthday to you too.

🍏

[gyaru-tau]

Been havin a weird one today because there's this nagging part of me that has been REALLY wanting to reboot my oc story; Protozoa Rainbow. I've hit a rock with it for months now because I heard a piece of advice that's really stuck with me, and it basically boils down to; a story you enjoy consuming might not be a story you'd enjoy telling, and that's kinda half what's going on with PZRB rn. There are many elements that I still like and I wish to keep about it, but on the downside, there's things about its structure that i'm not really fond of, and it's turning into a concept that, while enjoyable to dissect, isn't one I'm having a ton of fun fleshing out?

I make no plans to abandon the characters themselves save for a few that. Likely won't make it to the other side unless I can revise them in ways that I like... But I've been having this other idea to merge this idea with another story concept I've had floating around in the noggin for a bit as well... We'll just have to see where that ends up taking me i guess lmao

[lollythelazyperson]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR LEGO MONKIE KID SEASON 5

so I’ve finally finished watching all of lmk season 5, and…

…I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT SHIT… 😭😭😭

LIKE- (starting w/ ep. 7 here since ep. 6 doesn’t have much happen in it iirc) we FINALLY get to learn what MK is/how he was created, LBD sorta shows up and the eye demon guy reveals to mk what all those visions meant(yk, mk literally sacrificing himself for the world n all), the show references wukong and macaque’s fight thingymajigy in jttw, then in ep. 8 mk can control the jade emperor’s power(or was that ep. 7? idrk man), the fuckin uh snake demon guy reveals the first two things i said to everybody else, but he also reveals/mk figures out that [snake guy] actually FREED MK FROM THE STONE WAAAAY EARLIER THAN NEEDED(snake guy also has some lore which kinda makes him interesting but that isn’t the point here)…

and in ep. 9, well- there’s no big lore drop except at the end, but so i’ll kinda summarize it instead. macaque first tries to stop mk from doin the whole sacrifice but fails, and eventually the others have to stop/stall snake guy while wukong tries to stop mk instead. he fails and mk encounters nuwa, who reveals the whole… “pillars in peril? pillars saved by mk? oh, well, that means the whole world has to start over cuz there are no more beings strong enough to handle the stones now, so the world’s gotta make new ones.” thing to him(which is the lore drop basically).

finally, in ep. 10, well(i shall also summarize this one)…

everyone thinks mk died(but macaque mutters “wukong”… 👀👀), meanwhile mk goes “NAH, IMMA DO MY OWN THING, ANS YOU CANT STOP ME!!!!!!!!” to nuwa basically, and comes out of the pillar alive. wukong catches mk when the latter starts to fall, so (mostly) everybody goes in for a group hug- but considering the world’s basically ending… they hold hands for the last time- and wukong is LEGIT ABOUT TO GET MACAQUE TO HOLD HIS HAND, WHEN FUCKIN SNAKE GUY INTERRUPTS THE MOMENT SJ2JZIWISIAOLAKAKAJQJSI LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT SMH- …….oh right anyways. they(the others, not snake guy) decide to share the power of the stones with everyone due to mk convincing them of it, but then snake guy drags mk into the pillar- and they have a weird conversation that’s basically snake guy goin “…this has only just begun. good luck, kid. you’ll need it.” to mk and then literally pushing him off and back outta the pillar.

the last few minutes of the episode is basically the aftermath of that. people now have cool magic powers(nobody is gonna use em for bad, definitelyyyyy /hj /lh), flyingbark reference through a flying dog, and some of the monkie kids(everybody but the monkeys themselves basically) are just chillin n talkin. meanwhile, mk n wukong talk bout what’s gonna happen next or sum(can’t exactly remember what specifically, I just remember mk startin the convo like that) but when mk starts to cry wukong hugs him.

then, we get an outro-monologue thingy from tang- and what we see durin it is basically this;

1; macaque is in court with the ten kings(?)- his powers have been affected by snake guy.

2; pigsy n mk are just havin a nice time addin a new photo to the photo album.

3; nezha and his dad are helpin handlin stuff in the celestial realm,

4; finally, the monkie kids/mk’s crew + redson + the two monkeys are havin a lil celebration somewhere… but in the very end, macaque sees how mk’s staff is also affected by snake guy’s powers(?).

so like- YEAH, I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER. ……OR LEGIT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE LATER HALF OF SEASON 5.

but it’s preeeeetty late for me rn and I cannot stay up(gotta wake up early tmr) today, so if I have anything else I wanna say I’ll probs just will do that in another post.

so gn! drink water, eat food, and have a great day/night! :D

cya’ll in the next post!

[badlydrawndoc-scratch]

don't really have time or energy to draw this right now so. you're getting it in writing instead

It's not your birthday. At best, you would call it a day that someone who was you once was familiar with.

One that he didn't like either. Sure, you'd pretend to be him for a bit, accept some birthday wishes for him. But it wasn't your birthday. Not to you, at least. You think they all understand, to a point. Dirk does, at least.

That was why you weren't prepared to humour this conversation.

TG: this is hal isnt it

TG: not mad jst

TG: how do i say this?

TT: It seems there's a fairly large chance you're accusing me of not being myself, based off of a totally bullshit statistic.

TT: Care to elaborate?

TG: if u want me to tell u happy birthday 2 i can lmao

TG: dont hafta be weird about impersonatin dirk for that!!!

TT: I...

TT: Sorry. Holdon.

TT: There we go.

TT: As I was about to say, it's not technically my birthday. It's Dirk's. I wasn't even created today.

TT: I'll relay your well-wishes to him whenever he returns. Don't need to ask me about it.

TG: hmm nah i think i like havin' a hold of u for this

TG: if ur like

TG: not REALLY him

TG: but have his memories and shit

TG: todays ur day too

TG: so happy b-day! im not takin' that back either!

TT: ...

TT: I should go.

TT: Dirk probably won't like me monopolizing his account, even if he isn't here.

TT: Thanks, I guess.

You log off without another word, back in your sort-of space. Maybe you'll check in with Jane in a bit. Maybe you'll go through the internet for no apparent reason.

You can't say that that made you feel human. Or that it made you feel better, but... it made you think. It made you feel something. That was a start, right?

---

A firm series of slaps to the back of the cue-ball/head drags you out of your reverie. It's Itchy, hand poised to continue slapping you if you don't acknowledge him.

"Apologies. I must have became lost in thought," you begin, "as tends to happen with the omniscient. That said, there are better ways to get my attention."

Itchy shrugs and tells you he doesn't give a shit. He was just the fastest. The Felt needs you for somethin'. Somethin' he can't tell you about.

"Vague and somewhat sarcastic as always, Itchy. Just get to the point."

He just tells you you're no fun, before half dragging you out of one of your many studies. The whole manor is technically your study. But especially this one.

Itchy only bothers to take you about halfway, to where Crowbar is standing and waiting. He hardly says goodbye before dashing off to who-knows-where, probably to cause trouble somewhere else.

You pretend you don't know what's being hidden from you. You could figure out, and in the back of your mind you have figured out. But surprise is an emotion you like trying to fake.

Sometimes you wish you weren't faking it.

Crowbar walks up to you, with some off-handed comment about how he didn't expect Itchy to get you there on time. Or at all. He can never tell. Nonetheless, he's slightly more gentle when he offers you his hand, like he's not about to effectively drag you across an entire manor.

You don't remember the last time you've had actual contact with someone in a way that wasn't violent. You're not sure it's ever happened, honestly. (In reality, you know that isn't true. You were an indigoblood once, you recall. It's not as clear as the other memories, though.)

Crowbar's hand is felted, unsurprisingly, almost like a pool table. Again. Unsurprising. It's never surprising, but you commit the texture to memory anyway, all but ignoring what he's actually talking about. Something about a celebration.

He says they got the table stickball table fixed, and your attention is drawn again.

"Just call it a pool table."

He says he doesn't feel like it. It's a ball you hit with a stick on a table. Ain't a pool in sight. You agree, silently. The Alternian names for things were as foreign as they were ingrained; you knew them as much as you didn't know them.

Eventually, you're led into what you believe is the living room, and Crowbar lets go of your hand. You don't immediately adjust to the lack of feeling in your hand, almost like you were... severely touch-starved, actually, or something.

That's ridiculous, of course. You aren't technically alive, even if you're not as "soon to die" as you once were.

Someone, you think it could be Quarters, explains that all the Felt knows it isn't technically your birthday, and that it's only such by a few tangents. (You mentally add on that you weren't even created today).

But, Quarters adds, you've been stuck in a rut of sorts for a while. It wasn't really anyone's idea, he says. But it was agreed that it might get you feeling better for a while.

And, for once, you feel surprise. You never thought that they actually cared. Or even noticed. You're just their boss, of course. You're hardly even there.

(You have spent the past few months only leaving the Manor when you absolutely have to.)

You can't say it makes you feel alive. Or better, really. But it made you think. It made you feel something.

And, as you're dragged to play table stickball with Trace and Sawbuck, you decide that's a start.

[x-galactic-star-x]

this is just my personal toughts so feel free to ignore-

anso Minors DNI

I just want a William Afton fic where he takes the reader in, adopt them as his daughter or sumtin,

but this is as a concept of when fnaf started

for example: me who was 15 when fnaf came out i was already loving the astetic and the horror and the theories. and back then we only knew of the phone guy and the missing children stuffed inside the suit

so just imagine being there with the unknown man, most likely dangerous take your hand and take you in the journey of growin up with a universe that is fnaf

a younger you who been there since the start of this, the man behind the slaughter been shaped many times, in many ways.

just watching from a teen pov, we all know kids see things differently than adults, and meanwhile enjoying the game and franchise in such passion and acceptance, we had a lot of fun theorising and come up with our own idea .

idk if its weird but just imagine William Afton chuckle at me trying to figure out his story like its a puzzle, and just enjoy how much excitement it bring my younger me.

i bet he would say "you'll get it one day champ, now come on let's go get dinner!" and order pizza.

havin an adopted sinister and secretive fsther figure like William Afton, sounds like a lot to think about but as a fan perspective it would be like trying to solve a game.

so when i saw i wanna be my younger self and have a father daughter moment with this man, all wholesome and fluff and crap, but just while growing up with fnaf it changes every year, his form changes and so are we.

we grow and then we get to the offishal William Afton that we got from the Movie.

god why he fit a dad look and eveything and it make sence. but he also kinda hot- ehem-

(he a dad but also daddy dont judge me)

but besides that-

today with my adult self watching the movie and all

what i would imagine is the moment the springlocks would go off, and just smile

we all did, we all waited years to see this moment, and we just watched as he say the infamus words

"i always come back"

cause yes he will come back,

and yes there will be more to the story.

and i cant wait to see the next part