#i don't get why i put things on anon like there's going to be a bunch of people beating me with sticks

[vxnillabxn]

Hiii!! I hope it’s okay to ask, I’ve had this idea where MC breaks up with Zayne, thinking he deserves better. But after hearing how miserable he was, she comes back and admits she was scared and never wanted to leave. I’d love to see how he reacts and how they move forward.

Lowk been needing angst and comfort 🥲

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/hurt/hurt/comfort! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚did i almost make myself cry? yes. did i also love writing this? absolutely. do i approve of the reader! actions? hell no. BUT, overall, this is as much hurt as it is comfort, i hope i meet your expectations, dear anon! ♡

being with zayne was the best decision you ever made. he was emotionally responsible, he always talked things out, and he made sure you felt comfortable and loved. he made time for you, and he put aside important matters for the most crucial one in his eyes; you.

there was absolutely nothing you wanted to change about him or the lovely, strong relationship you two were building together.

again, there was nothing you wanted to change about him.

but about you?

plenty.

you didn't feel like you were enough for him. he sacrificed everything for you, he was a literal angel, and he always knew what to do to make it all feel better.

you, on the other hand, were sometimes too busy. you didn't know how to handle things, and you felt like the comfort you could offer him during his lowest moments was never enough.

you were not enough.

and you'd been repeating those same words for a month now.

how does he handle everything?

how is he able to have you as his top priority?

why does he love you so much, when you're not even half as special as him?

you can't take it anymore. you're tired, you feel drained, and you also feel guilty. zayne deserves the world. he deserves someone who's up to his level. someone who can silently manage everything perfectly. someone who has their life together, like he does.

it's not fair to be selfish and drag him along with you, not when he's been nothing but selfless all his life. he's been killing his free time, killing his social life, even killing his health —and all for you.

they say to love is to let go.

and after thinking and crying yourself to sleep on the nights he worked late shifts, you finally decided it was only fair to break up.

of course, he knew something was wrong.

he just never expected it would be this.

when you told him you'd wait at a nearby park, —one you two had never visited before— he was worried.

you didn't want to break up with him somewhere he loved. you wanted him to still go to the same coffee shop, the same restaurant, the same patisserie without connecting it to a memory this bitter.

when he arrived, he hugged you and kissed you softly.

it hurt.

it tasted so sweet, so genuine, so devoted…

you let him. it was going to be the last time, and your selfishness wanted a final reminder before you left him, for his own good.

what happened next is blurry in your mind.

you don't remember the exact words you said, but you remember his stunned silence.

you know you said it was so he could find someone better. someone who deserved him.

and you know he wasn't getting it.

he understood a lot of things.

but not this.

his eyes went unfocused, his lips pressed tightly shut.

he didn't speak.

you were grateful for that, because if you'd heard his voice, —his broken voice— you'd have apologized right there on the spot.

you held out the snowman keychain he'd made for you, your hands trembling. you wanted him to take it back.

but he didn't move.

he was frozen in time.

so, as cruel as fate is, you kept the keychain. a reminder of the only truly good thing that had happened to you, and when you least deserved it.

you walked away, trying not to cry, telling yourself you were doing what was best for him, right? for once, you were doing something in return for everything good he'd done for you.

and as your figure grew smaller, there was a soft splash on the ground.

a single drop of water.

not from the rain threatening to pour.

but from the corner of his eye.

…

one month.

it's been one month now, and you've been too busy working and hunting distractions. you've avoided the hospital even when you've felt worse than ever, both mentally and physically.

but your chest hurts badly, and more and more often you feel dizzy, exhausted, consumed.

it got so bad you had to go to the hospital, or they'd force you to take another month off to rest.

and the last thing you wanted was to stay by yourself, sulking and crying inside your messy, dark apartment.

once inside the hospital, you saw no one familiar. not even yvonne, the receptionist you'd grown closer to when you were zayne's patient before dating.

instead, another nurse stepped up to the reception desk and smiled warmly.

“good morning, dear. do you have an appointment?”

you swallow hard. you forgot to change doctors. maybe zayne did it for you.

“i… yes, i'm under dr. zayne's care.”

her smile faltered.

“oh, sweetie… didn't they inform you?”

her voice turned softer, her expression shifting to worry. your stomach dropped.

something happened to zayne, you're sure. your heart starts pounding wildly, but you keep your voice steady. you have to know.

“dr. gideon took over his patients for now—”

“what happened to dr. zayne?”

you didn't mean to sound so desperate, but it comes out fast, almost sharp.

the nurse flinched slightly, then cleared her throat.

“i'm afraid i can't disclose that information, sweetheart. but i can schedule you with—”

“thank you!”

you rush outside before she can finish. you run, vision blurry with panic and tears. you know the route to his house by heart. every shortcut, every turn.

zayne would never just leave. not unless something serious happened.

you pound on his door.

your breath is ragged, your heart feels like it might break your ribs, but you don't care.

nothing matters more than knowing if zayne is okay.

yet he doesn't answer.

and now your heart beats not from exhaustion, but from fear —because your heart belongs to him, and if something happened to him…

you can't wait anymore. you tear through your bag, looking for the spare key you couldn't bring yourself to throw away.

there it is. attached to the snowman keychain.

you unlock the door, hand shaking.

the sight inside leaves you breathless.

scattered books. blankets draped carelessly over the sofa…

and on the dining table… two mugs. one at his place, empty. another one at yours, still full. as if he kept waiting for you to come back and drink it with him.

two plates. two sets of cutlery. always two.

dusty. untouched. abandoned for…

exactly a month.

you rush upstairs, opening every door.

not in the bathroom.

not in the bedroom.

not in the kitchen.

maybe… his studio?

you approach the closed door, hand trembling. you push it open.

and there he is.

asleep at his desk. his laptop is still glowing faintly. the room is painfully neat, unlike the rest of the house.

but it's freezing inside.

you shiver, but step closer.

zayne looks… different.

his skin pale and unhealthy, dark circles under his beautiful eyes, a slight stubble on his usually clean-shaven face.

his fingers tinged purple from the cold. his brows furrowed, trapped in a nightmare.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

he was supposed to be better. to find someone up to his level.

but seeing him so broken, so not composed… you realize how badly you misjudged.

tears fall as you try to wake him. you shake him, nudge him, tug at his clothes, bury your face in his lap and sob.

“i'm sorry, zayne, i'm so… so sorry. i never wanted to leave, i…”

you bite your lip hard, almost drawing blood.

“this wasn't supposed to happen… you were supposed to be happy without me. you deserved so much better, zayne. so… much… better.”

words come out between sobs, but you cling to him like a lifeline.

and then, gently, you feel his fingers brushing your hair.

your breath catches. you look up.

he's awake. his expression unreadable, until the faintest smile curves his lips.

“you… came back.”

his voice is raw, hoarse from disuse.

you gasp, scrambling up to look at him properly.

you can't stop yourself.

you throw your arms around him, almost knocking him off the chair.

but then—

“stop.”

you freeze.

does he… not want this?

“i can sense it. you're overthinking again.”

his voice is soft, but firm.

“you did that a lot before you…” he pauses, looking away. “have i not made myself clear enough?”

you step back, but he pulls you closer.

“tell me. was i not clear?”

“zayne, i don't—”

“didn't i tell you how much i loved you? how much you meant to me?”

his voice stays calm, but his gaze… it's yours.

“please. answer me.”

your chest aches. you know the answer.

“zayne, i thought… i thought it was for the best. you're perfect. you always made time for me, even while saving lives. i have so much to work on and… it wasn't your fault. i was stupid, and—”

he hushes you gently, his fingers brushing your lips.

“i was perfect for you. everything i did, every choice, every thought… was for you. from the start of my career, and until the day i die, everything i do will always have you in mind.”

you're speechless.

he removes his hand, then stands, towering over you.

“do you know why i waited?”

you shake your head.

“you never said you didn't love me anymore,” he steps closer, caging you in. “and i knew i'd wait, even if it meant endless nightmares. even if i lost myself doing so… even if it took another lifetime.”

his hand cups your cheek, wiping your tears.

“because i only live for you. and that won't change, unless you tell me you don't love me anymore.”

your voice cracks.

“no! zayne, i love you! i did what i did because of love! i wanted only the best for you…”

“and the best for me is you, my love.”

his cold fingers warm at your skin, his voice trembles ever so slightly.

“don't you ever… ever do that again,” he stops, but adds more after a few seconds:

“every night, i woke up reaching for you,” he confesses, voice breaking for the first time. “i saw you leaving over and over in my dreams, and i couldn't stop you. i was dying without you, even if i kept breathing.”

you choke on a sob, and your lips crash into his.

it's messy, desperate —but he steadies you, slowing it down into something deep and aching, until you're both breathless.

you finally feel at peace. because it's him. and only him.

as you part, he kisses your trembling hands.

“my love… shall i remind you every day how much i need you to breathe?”

you sniffle, shaking your head.

“no. i think… it's my turn now to show you how much i need you. how selfish i truly am for wanting you in my life forever.”

“then let us be selfish, love.”

he kisses your forehead.

and everything falls right back in place.

as it used to be.

and from now on, he'll make sure it always is.

[respectthepetty]

Okay, hear me out. *gets in my clown suit* What if there *isn’t* a traitor? Let’s pretend the trailer doesn’t exist and that we don’t know Alan will go see Tony and make a deal with him possibly. If we ignore that, there’s nothing Tony has done that indicates he has any in-depth knowledge of anything happening with X-Hunter apart from whatever he can find out from publicly available information and whatever William has told him. They thought he was dead, it’s not like they thought they had to keep it a secret.

If he knew what they were doing, why would he let them continue? Wouldn’t he try to sabotage them? Furthermore, why would he need Willy at all if he already had a mole? I could have missed something and I’m sure someone will point it out if I have, but Tony just isn’t operating like someone who has an ace up their sleeve. — @babyangelsky

Mira. ¡Mira! Everything you wrote is exactly why I'm worried that my Wild Ass Theory of there *not* being a traitor might make sense because the trailer DOES exist, and this is what we know:

North and Sonic are upset and about to kiss but @dribs-and-drabbles and @grapejuicegay think this is the past because of the boys' clothing.

Kenta will be experimented on.

But Kim will rescue him.

Dean is still alive.

Winner has him, and Alan goes to see him.

Alan gets shot with Jeff right next to him.

He probably tells Jeff to leave him.

Alan gets taken or tries to run away (but there's no blood).

And he gets experimented on.

Alan probably now has a chip in his head like Willy (thanks, Anon) so he has to do Tony's bidding? But he is wearing different clothes in the last two, so could this also go in the "it happened in the past" theory with North and Sonic? I don't think so.

But hopefully this scene hasn't happened yet, and Alan will be fine with Jeff (PLEASE< GOD!) by the end of this. If this scene has already happened and I don't remember, everyone just be quiet because I can't handle the possibility of Alan dying.

We know Charlie is going to go overboard on the powers and end up with amnesia, which makes me think he takes Willy power.

Or he is injected with Tony's crazy potion.

And when he is in Pete's lab recovering, Babe is wearing this.

Which is the same jacket he is wearing when he speaks to Pete outside the room.

So I'm thinking Pete is telling Babe that Charlie is stuck this way, and that Babe is going to have to take care of Charlie as is.

But the question remains, how did Willy know Charlie was in the lab in the first place?

It couldn't have been the assistants.

Because Willy snatched the work badge from them.

So somebody HAS TO BE the traitor.

Jeff, Kim, and Kenta could never. Chris and Pete seem like they have other things going on. Dean is out. North is on my short list. But only three people have been consistently red this season.

Alan can't be the mole if he still has to get shot and experimented on. It seems so crazy that Babe would be the mole that it should be easily dismissed. Which leaves us with the easiest target — Sonic.

Yet Babe talks to Tony.

Why would Babe go talk to Tony? Because shit is so rough with everyone falling around him that he goes to strike a deal with Tony to protect Charlie or because he already unknowingly betrayed them?

Tony put Babe in the hospital, but he didn't kill him or take him like he tried in the first season. Why is he still obsessed with Babe when Charlie is right there? Because the easiest way to get Charlie is to get Babe.

In the beginning of the very first episode this season, Babe had a nightmare about Way, and in the pilot trailer, he dreamed that he followed Charlie only to end up facing Way whose power was to manipulate people into doing what he wanted, then Tony appeared, so what if that is happening again to Babe? Way couldn't get Babe to do everything, but he could get him to do most things. So what if Babe is doing things against his will and not even remembering that he is doing them now because someone's power is stronger with a newer drug?! What if he just thinks he's having nightmares?

What if he is a traitor without knowing he is being a traitor?

Because he knew Charlie was in the lab. He was with him! He wouldn't take Charlie to Tony, but he could tell him where he was without realizing it.

So I'm praying there is actually no traitor and I've been spinning my wheels for nothing this season or that it really is Sonic who is being so strange this season.

Because it better not be Barbie!

[sunshades]

Crazy that what's already done to the Heathcliff in the book is done to this Heatchliff like people... it's been 2 centuries and you haven't learned anythingggg

literally... it's not like they're like. hyperspecific racist stereotypes that nobody could've ever guessed were offensive. it's like how people are fucking obsessed with the "dogboy" thing and they turned it into a quirky thing to call him on their stupid fucking hindley and linton rp accounts* even when in the game canon this is explicitly shown to be racially charged abuse. the hygiene "joke" picking up is actually making me feel crazy it's genuinely the most common bit of anti-romanism ever- and like u said, also literally brought up in the book, where it is textually tied to the feeling of being othered, so making it into a joke requires like several layers of ignoring the text. that is if assuming a genuinely worrying level of ignorance instead of malice.

* (or in their ship stuff lol. the gredgar content is the first one that pops into my mind because christ it was bad, but i've seen it for pretty much any hc ship, including the one i like. there's a reason i don't like reading stuff other people write for them 👍)

answering other anon too since i'm here-

HONESTLY SDFTYGHJDNFSK like on a lighter note from the first answer, if we really wanna talk headcanons like, many branches of my family are fishermen and like truly when you spend most of your life on the sea... Yeah. yeah... bloodfiends too are explicitly said to smell like blood, so like...

and then back to the topic- besides this being blatantly racist it is also deeply out of character. not implying that videogame interpretation is the important thing in here, or that it'd be justified if it was in the canon, but like i do think it's relevant that this is genuinely out of fucking nowhere, there is nothing in the text that even hints at this uh, "stinky dog" bullshit people love to make posts about, and in fact we see repeatedly it's the opposite.

heathcliff is deeply insecure about his appearance and the way other people see him, which is something he's always hyperaware of. hes got no money and also hes in the lcb now, and the sinners dont really have a choice in what to wear, and he doesnt know how to dress up specifically because he was excluded from that world. despite that he still dressed remarkably well compared to backstreets residents (dead rabbits meur id story), has an eye for high quality things (c6 start, the scene with the man in the red hat) and he doesnt exactly like that he has to wear for work (also c6, "I'm not going there in these wrinkly old rags"). this is way more thought put into personal care than most of the other sinners, and yet hes the one getting these types of "jokes"? you know why lol.

anyway. mermaid perfume really cute.

[curioussubjects]

i’m a langdon fan and do want to see him get better and do well but i do think it’s a little shortsighted to say langdon is definitely never high around his kids or wasn’t high enough to effect his patients or put them in danger. all we have right now regarding his addiction is his own words which were all said when he was defending himself because he knew he would lose his job. as someone who has spent years in 12 step programs and knows lots of addicts - they lie. a lot. everyone who works with addicts will tell you this. it’s extremely likely he was high around his children and i think the character of langdon is much more interesting to deal with when being honest about his flaws and afflictions

Hey, anon, so I actually do appreciate this ask. I don't know if you've seen the posts I've written about this, but I've talked at length about why exactly I don't think Langdon was high:

This post about the mental gymnastics around his cognitive dissonance (and I briefly raise the possibility that the back injury is fairly recent because of how Langdon talks about it with Robby). I think his frame of mind is important, and relevant, because he's very concerned with distancing himself from the stereotype of what an addict behaves like.

And this post specifically about him not getting high because the information we can glean from the show suggests he's taking benzos with a therapeutic logic and with doses that seem to be on the lower end.

Of course, you're right in that I can't argue he for sure 100% has never been high around his kids or at work. But what I can argue, and do argue, is that the evidence provided by the show suggests that he has not. I'm not just taking Langdon's dialogue at face value either, but evaluating it against everything else we learn about Langdon. The show simply hasn't given me any reason to doubt him, especially since we do see him trying to lie about being addicted at all.

It matters, too, that Langdon wasn't doing drugs to chase a high. He was using painkillers as prescribed to him by a doctor, and using benzos to treat withdrawal. He wasn't chasing a high, or trying to self-medicate by getting high specifically. He didn't need to. If anything, the risk Langdon was actually running wasn't being impaired by being high, but becoming resistant to benzos and having to increase his dosage, which increases his risk of overdose (and other side effects of course). Addiction, we know, is a complex condition with physiological, psychological and environmental factors. The mere fact of Langdon having a drug addiction doesn't in and of itself tell us everything we need to know; it's important to look at the context of his substance use.

Thing is, as I've also said in one of the posts above, Langdon didn't need to be high to make foolish decisions. Between the shame, stigma, and the ADHD aggravating the whole thing, he had enough motivation to do what he did.

Is that me being dishonest about his addiction or his flaws? I don't think so. I'm looking at what the show gave me and coming up with an interpretation based on it. Conversely, I haven't really seen very compelling arguments that present good evidence that Langdon was getting high either at work or at home. Mostly, people seem to be drawing from stereotypical ideas and narratives about addiction or very specific experiences, rather than the show itself. Or, I guess, by focusing too much on what fanon has going on. I don't mean to dunk on anybody here, it's just what I've noticed.

Also, on a final note, just in general for everyone following at home: I am not by any means making a value judgement about getting high vs not getting high. I have zero interest in playing morality olympics with chronically ill folks.

[jadegrey711]

Okay how about some Wally smut buuttt

Like imagine this is to the time all ghosts are alive just so it makes more sense. Like reader is either Charley or Rhonda’s younger sibling and has a huge crush on Wally but like Charley or Rhonda who ever told Wally to like keep his fingers off because reader was a virgin and Wally was a hungry jock. And ofc he tried to get reader to fuck hun

So like virginity taking and dom wally ? Please?

A/N: Ask and you shall recieve dear anon. This one turned out LOONNGG, so strap yourselves in everyone! I worked very hard on this one hopefully our dear Wally Clark is dom enough for you Anon!

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You were chatting with your friend, when you heard the sound of his arm hitting the locker, making you jump slightly before turning around.

"Well well if it isn't my favorite Rosen sister."

"Hi Wally." You said, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Fuck Wally loved when you did that kind of shit. Acting so shy and demure. He wanted nothing more than to see if this little innocent act you put on was real. And if it was? Oh fuck there's nothing more he'd like to do than to make you as filthy as he was.

"How are you today, Peaches?" He asked with a grin plastered to his face. "Didn't miss me too much did ya?"

You let out a small giggle. "Why would I miss you? We just saw it each other during third period?"

"Yeah but now it's after lunch. That's a long time without seeing your pretty face." He started to reach out but stopped himself from touching you just as Rhonda rounded the corner.

"Clark." She said curtly. "Don't you have some where better to be? I'm sure the other jocks miss you, since you all share the same brain cell."

"Rhonda. That's not very nice." You whispered looking back at Wally who took it in stride.

Wally gave a flourished bow, making you grin. "Thank you Rhonda for thinking I have a brain cell. It's by far the best compliment I've gotten from you."

Rhonda's lip curled before she gave a tight smile. "Guess I'm going to have to think of something more insulting the next time we meet." Rhonda said in a chipper voice. "And stay away from my sister, Clark." She said with finality as she looped her arm with yours before pulling you away.

"As you wish Rosen. See you in third period, Peaches."

You turned back towards Wally and gave him another one of your shy smiles, before rounding the corner with Rhonda.

...

"Why are you always so mean to him, Rhonda?"

"Because guys like that are trouble with a capital "T". He’s literally gone through all the girls in our year. And I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.” 

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?”

“Because there’s only one thing that that boy wants and you’re likely to get a disease giving it to him.” She said with a disgusted sniff. 

“He can’t be that bad.” You said softly.

“He is. So, please.” Rhonda said pulling you aside, putting her hands on your arms as an added emphasis that she was dead serious about this. “Can you promise me that you’re not going to talk to him anymore?” 

You let out a snort. “Rhonda, I'm only a year younger than you and you can’t tell me what to do. Especially not who to talk to. Wally is a harmless flirt and I don't plan on doing anything with him or to him anytime soon. Okay? Happy?”

Rhonda let out a sigh. “No. I’d be happier if you said “I'll never go near him again, Rhonda.” like I wanted you too. But, you’re truly my sister and stubborn like an ox. So I won’t press it and hope that the chance of getting a venereal disease is enough of a deterrent.” 

“It is. And thank you for being such a protective sister.” You said kissing her cheek and walking off. “Now get to class, Berkeley doesn’t like slackers!” You shouted as you walked away from Rhonda. Feeling your heart race as you did, knowing that you just completely lied to your sister. You had no plans to stay away from Wally in fact; they were the complete opposite. 

You were always the good girl, your sister was the badass that was getting into Berkely and while you were equally capable. You were always labeled just as the goody two shoes, the sweet angel sister. But Wally, Wally didn’t look at you like that. Wally looked at you like he could see into your mind and see all of the dark and sensual thoughts that were swirling around in there. He looked at you like he wanted to help you achieve each and every one of those sensual thoughts and bring them to life. And maybe… you just might let him.

Wally walked into his friend’s house not surprised he was having another Saturday night rager with his parents gone again for the weekend. But what did surprise Wally was watching you walk in with your friends twenty minutes later. Wally sipped his beer in silence and wondered what you were doing here. You never came to these types of parties, occasionally he’d see Rhonda here, letting loose with the rest of the academic overachievers; but never you. Wally watched you make your way around the party, obviously slightly uncomfortable as you met different people your friends introduced you to, but Wally’s curiosity really peaked when he watched you take the first tequila shot. 

Now that was something he’d really never seen you do and Wally smiled as he watched your face screw up in disgust after you swallowed the first shot.  

He felt like a predator as he watched you, his cute little bunny having fun and letting loose more than he’d ever seen you do. He was intrigued and wondered what spurred this new desire to take shots at a highschool party. Wally didn’t know but he was having fun watching you take a few more shots and watched as you became more and more comfortable in your surroundings, chatting more animatedly with random people and after the fourth shot, that’s when you finally spotted him watching you. 

He licked his lips, as he watched your eyes widened before quickly looking away from him. Wally knew the time for watching was over and put down his empty cup and walked over to you. 

“Going a bit fast there huh Peaches?”

You swiveled your head towards Wally’s direction and immediately regretted that as your brain took five whole business days to catch up with your head, making your vision spin. 

“Oh god.” You said, grabbing hold of Wally’s jacket. His arms immediately wrapped around you keeping you close. 

“Yeah I think you’ve had plenty of fun to last the rest of the semester, Peaches. Come on.” He said gruffly and brought you over to the kitchen where less people were hanging around and suddenly lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting on the counter top. 

You let out a sigh as you grabbed your head. 

“Here.” Wally said, handing you a cup. 

“I really shouldn’t mix drinks Wally.” You said your cheeks feeling hot. 

Wally chuckled. “No you shouldn’t, Peaches. That’s water.” He gestured to the cup.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said feeling your cheeks go even hotter at your embarrassment, before taking the cup from his hand. 

“So, what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s a party.”

“I know that, I just didn't think you knew what those were.”

“I just don't usually have fun at these kinds of events, everyone is always drinking and I usually don’t. So I get bored and I just think it's better not going to one of these.” You said honestly. 

“So, what made you decide to come now and what got in your pretty little head to decide to do all those tequila shots?”

“I thought.” you paused. 

“You thought what?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Trying to determine if the tequila was truly working its magic, giving you the courage to do what you came here to do. “ I thought if I’d have a few shots I’d finally have the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” 

“And what’s that Peaches?” He whispered leaning closer to you. 

“This.” You whispered back and pressed your lips to Wally’s. He felt soft under your lips and you heard Wally let out a little gasp but he didn't pull away from you. You let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to his body, til you were on the edge of the counter top.

Wally deepened the kiss and you let out a little squeak at the feel of his tongue slipping in with yours. As his danced with yours in a fight of dominance you melted against Wally. 

“Damn Clark! Let the girl breathe”. Someone called out and you pulled away from Wally and his demanding kisses, much to Wally’s chagrin. 

“Fuck off Matthews.” Wally said gruffly.  

You looked from the heckler back to Wally. Feeling your cheeks heat at the fact that you had just kissed Wally. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, about to hop off the counter, but Wally gently placed his hands on your arms and kept you in place. 

“Nothing to be sorry about Peaches. But what spurred this on?”

“I've liked you for a really long time Wally and I was hoping tonight that kiss might lead to something more.”

Wally looked around and then back at you. There was no way he could believe what he was hearing right now. “Peaches. Are you?”

“I want to have sex with you Wally.” You blurted out, before biting down on your bottom lip. You can’t believe you just said that. 

“Peaches…” He said softly. “I don’t think you really want that, that might just be the liquor talking.” He said reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It's not the tequila Wally besides. I'm just tipsy, I’m not drunk.” 

“Still Peaches. I don’t think you want to be making this kind of decision lightly, and especially shouldn’t be making it when you’re “tipsy, not drunk”” He mimicked you and chuckled, his fingers finding your cheek. 

“I’m not taking anything lightly!” You said frustratedly. “I’m tired of being scared of the things I want.” You said reaching your hand up to his face, but then pulling away; like you burned your hand. 

“Peaches. I want you too.” He said slowly letting the words fall from his lips. 

“You do?” You said surprised, looking up into his large brown eyes. 

He nodded, then reached for your face again, his thumb tracing your lips before pulling it down. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Peaches. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.” 

“Someone like you?”

He chuckled. “Some might call me a dog.”

“My sister?” With that the both of you started laughing and Wally nodded. “Your sister most of all.”

“But you want me despite that?” 

Wally chuckled again. “Yeah Peaches. I want you so bad.” He let out a sigh, taking in the sight of your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. “But I’m afraid that I won’t be able to let you go if I get you into bed with me.” 

“I - I don’t have a problem with that.”

Wally smirked. “Oh Peaches, I really don’t think you understand the trouble you’re putting yourself into.” He said, gently pushing open your legs so he can stand between them. His hands felt like molten lava as they ran up and down your arms, sending a flurry of sparks throughout your body at the small touch. 

You didn’t know what got into you as you replied. “W-why don’t you show me?” You gulped. 

Wally’s eyes met yours in a flash. He held your gaze assessing if you truly meant what you said. He watched as you bit your lip and reached out and pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth with his thumb. Then replaced his thumb with his lips. He was soft in his kiss, taking his time to open you up to him, but he really didn’t need to; you were already putty in his hands. 

He groaned against your lips, his tongue just barely touching yours as your lips pressed into each other. “Oh, Peaches.” He whispered against your lips. “You’re in trouble.” 

You felt a shudder rack down your body at his words and watched as he backed away from the countertop and grabbed your waist, carefully putting you down on your feet. He grabbed your hand and led you through the party, it was like everything around you was a blur except for Wally. You felt your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest. 

You followed Wally upstairs, and down the hall into a bedroom you didn’t recognize and when he shut the door it was like he was shutting out the whole world with it.

As you stood in the center of a room you didn’t know, you took in the sight of Wally standing by the door and you got the sensation of being prey watched by the predator. You nervously rung your hands, and had the strangest sensation to start laughing. 

Much to your horror a small giggle escaped your lips, earning a smile from Wally as he walked over to you. 

“What’s so funny, Peaches?” He asked, his hand finding its way up to your face again, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you thinking of backing out? ‘Cuz we can stop at any time.” He said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. 

“N-No, I don’t want to back out, it's just nerves.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Peaches.” He repeated, as he kissed the other side of your neck.

“That feels nice.” You whispered, and Wally chuckled. 

“That’s just a taste, Peaches.” He purred, his hands doing that thing again where he ran them up and down your arms, before he pulled you into your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. You met his lips eagerly, and hesitantly started reaching up to his neck, but backed down. Wally wasn’t going to have any of that; he’s waited long enough to have your hands on him. He reached for your hands and placed them around his neck. 

“This what you want, Peaches? You wanna touch me?” 

You nodded, eagerly plunging your fingers into his soft hair as he started kissing you again. 

“You can touch me anywhere, Peaches, just say the word. This is about you more than it’s about me.” Wally pulled you in close and while he was still kissing you bent down and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding the two of you to the bed. He sat down with you still in his lap. You pulled away from him for a moment, to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, seeing that they were more of a gold color now. You reached out and traced the tip of his nose, your finger running down to his lips, already swollen from your kisses; doing the same thing he did to you. 

“You’re beautiful Wally.” You smiled and he answered by pressing his lips back to yours. 

Wally’s touches started getting heavier and his kisses sloppier and in this position you could feel how hard he was for you. You let out a little gasp as his hands snuck to your ass and grabbed a fistful of you, before moving your hips to meet against his. 

“Wally!” You gasped out. 

“Shh. It’s okay Peaches. Just let me make you feel good.” He said before rocking your hips against his core again, the seam of your jeans hitting just the right spot, causing heat to pool in your core and for you to moan. “That’s it, Peach. Just let it roll over you.” He purred as his movements became more frequent and surprisingly you started to feel something building in the base of your belly.

“Wally.” You gasped out. “I should probably tell you.” You moaned against his lips. “I-I’ve never-” 

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said repeatedly, completely drunk off of you. “Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good, Peach.” He moans, grinding your sex against his and you feel your orgasm build higher in the base of your stomach. 

“Fuck Wally.” You moaned. 

“Chase it Peach.” he moaned, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked as you felt your orgasm build and finally crash over the edge. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, your head falling into the crook of Wally’s neck, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands; you barely even registered the feeling of Wally’s fingers undoing your jeans and sliding his hands inside your underwear. You gasped in surprise. 

“Too much, Peach?” He chuckled, his thumb circling your clit, making your eyes roll. “I’ve gotta get you all warmed up for me. I know she needs a lot of attention.” 

“Wally.” You breathed out, barely able to get his name out with how overstimulated you were becoming. Feeling surprised at that hot sensation in the base of your belly growing again.

His large fingers slipped deeper into your heat, you let out a wince as Wally tried to push in two of his fingers but he scaled it down to one. “I’ve waited so long for this Peaches, I'll take as long as you need. Get you so fucking wet for me tonight. You’ll never have enough after me. Do you understand?”

You nodded. As Wally pulled your shirt up and over your head, and worked to undo the clasp of your bra as well. When he achieved his goal he took a moment to take in your breasts. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered. 

You felt your cheeks flush and your hands moved to cover yourself, but Wally was much quicker.

“Oh dont you fucking dare.” he growled. “These are mine now.” He said reaching for you he clasped both of your hands and with one of his kept them behind your back, arching your breasts out to his eager eyes. “Much better.” He purred. His large thumb circling your nipple earning a low moan from you. Before he replaced his hand with his mouth earning a sharp gasp from you. 

“Wally!” 

“This is just a taste, Peaches. In a minute after I suck these pretty little nipples I'm going to see just how sweet you taste.” His hand went back to the back of your undone jeans. Gripling your hip and knocking you against him again, feeling how hard he was for you. 

“Fuck Peaches, I could do this all night. Just sucking these pretty nipples keeping them nice and hard for me while you dry hump my lap.”

“Wally please!” You whined, trying to move your hips faster against his clothed cock.

“Please what Peaches? What did you want me to do to you?” He smirked, as his tongue rolled around your nipple, keeping his eyes on yours. 

“Fuck me.” You begged. 

“Nuh Uh uh. Not yet. There's so much more fun to be had. But I will soon, Peaches. I’ll fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping me for days and then I’m gonna come over to your house every night and fuck you til your sweet pussy drips just at the sight of me.” He pulled away from your nipples, letting go of your wrists and grabbed your hips again and in a moment he had you flipped onto his bed and started pulling down your pants. 

“Wally, what are you doing now?” you gasped. 

“I'm going to eat you up Peaches and taste just how sweet you are. By the time I’m done with my meal you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

Wally took his time pulling off your jeans, kissing down your body as he pulled. Leaving you a squirming mess under him. 

“Stay still honey. Or else I'm going to have to tie you up to this bed and then I won't fuck you for hours. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Wally kept eye contact with you as you spread your legs for him and he nestled himself in between your legs. His broad shoulders keeping you open and exposed for him. 

“Oh, Peaches.” he praised running his two fingers down your folds, seeing how wet and sticky you were for him. Your eyes widened as Wally popped his fingers in his mouth and hummed. “Just as I thought, sweet as peaches.” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m going to make this so good for you Peaches.”

Wally grabbed your legs, bringing them around his back, opening you wider for him; before he leaned down to your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he did. He extended his tongue out and you watched as he licked up your pussy; earning high keen from you.

His thumb came up and pulled the hood of your clit back so he could suck on it and it had you nearly jumping off the bed. 

“What did I say? I'll tie you up, Peach. I mean it. Now let a man enjoy his dessert.” Wally hummed against your pussy earning another low moan from you as Wally added a finger into the mix. 

“Don't fight it. I know she's sensitive right now. And that’s not about to change.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, to keep your pussy close to his face and then he really went to town. He devoured you in every sense of the way, his tongue alternated between flicking your clit, lavishing your pussy with long languid licks and even added it to where his finger was pumping slowly inside of you. 

“Fuck Wally!” You said turning your head left and right, undecided about whether you needed to get away from him or couldn’t get enough.

“Put your hands in my hair, Peaches.” He ordered and you did. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping harshly as he found a particular spot that had you keening. He moaned, “That’s it. Pull my hair.” He groaned and you noticed he was moving against the bed. 

“Wally? What are you doing?” You asked, curiosity coming to the forefront of your mind for just a moment. 

Wally chuckled against you and hummed again, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through you again. “I get pleasure from eating you, Peach, but I also like a little added pleasure, so I hump the bed a bit.” 

“Oh!” 

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll still be hard and ready for you by the time I’m done with my meal. There’s so much I’ll teach you, Peach.” He moaned into you, and added another finger into you, this time with ease. 

“Oh Wally!” 

“That’s it Peach, don't fight it. Cum on my face.” He growled, picking up the pace of his fingers. And with another suck on your clit, you did; you came all over that pretty boy’s face. Wally held down your stomach as you lifted off the bed as he ate you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck wally fuck!” You screamed, thrashing trying to get away from him but it was no use you wanted Wall and now you had him but it felt more like Wally had you right where he wanted you. 

Wally let out a chuckle as he pulled away from you, seeing the fucked out look on your face. He placed another kiss to your clit and earned a low hiss from you. “That will not be the last time I have you like that, understand, Peach?”

You tried to summon the energy to nod and Wally laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his lips. 

“You think you’re ready for me Peach? Or do you need another session with my tongue?” He smiled. You tried to gain as much energy as you could to wrap your arms around Wally’s neck. 

“I need you, Wally.” You said, your voice coming out whiny. 

“Alright, Peach. You’ll have me. You’ve been so good for me.” He purred, kissing your temple and reaching beside you the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was effortless as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and began to pull down his pants. 

You sat up in bed and watched as he kicked off his pants and began to roll the condom over his length. “You like what you see, Peach?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

Wally smiled. “Maybe next time you can suck me off huh, Peach?” Your eyes widened at that and you felt your body flush all over again as you imagined, Wally above you panting and gripping your hair as you tried to suck him off.

Wally bit his lip. “Oh yeah we are definitely trying that another time. But for right now.” he leaned down and kissed your body. “ Are you ready for me Peach?” 

You nodded eagerly. 

“Good girl. Now wrap your legs around me, Peach.”  He helped wrap your legs around his waist, keeping you open and even though he had just made you cum at least two times already this felt more intimate than anything you had already done. 

You let out a groan as you felt Wally’s length slide against your pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit, making you gasp. You watched as he covered his cock in your release before notching himself at your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me Peach?” He said teasingly as he pushed himself in just a bit before pulling himself out again. 

You nodded eagerly. “That's my girl. Now again. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?” He breathed out, his forehead pressing against yours. 

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself for the intrusion. You and Wally both let out a groan together as he pushed himself deeper into you. You clawed at Wally's back as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his cock. 

“Wally.” You whined, as he stopped and let you adjust before pushing deeper. 

“I know baby, but I know she can take it.” He purred, as he slid another inch deeper into you. Your nails clawed down Wally’s back as you felt yourself stretch to further accommodate him. 

Wally chuckled. “My Peach has got claws. I like it, mark me up, baby ‘cuz I plan to do the same to you.” He said before he leaned down and started sucking on your neck, before finally he slid all the way into you. 

You let out a high keen, your nails digging deeper into Wally’s back. 

“Shh, shh.” He hushed. “See? I knew I’d fit. You were made just for me.” He moaned and started moving, his thrusts slow and precise. Before he started picking up the pace. “God, Peach, you're perfect. You feel so tight and warm my cock.” 

“Wally.” You moaned out, the sensation of being so full was foreign but pleasant to you; especially when Wally reached between the two of you and started rubbing circles on your clit; sending lightning through your body.

“Still doing okay, Peach?” He asked, his eyes focused on yours like a hawk. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in the base of your stomach again. “Words, Peach. I want to hear your words.”

“Yes Wally.” 

“Does it feel good?” He purred, circling your clit as he slowed his pace down again. 

“Yes Wally.” You repeated.

“Good. You’re taking me so well, Peach.” He praised, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “God, Peach, you're gripping me so tight.” He moaned. “I want you to cum one more time before I fill you up.” He growled in your ear, his fingers making quick work of you as he circled your clit faster; your orgasm growing and growing before it crashed over you. 

“Wally!” You screamed, your back arching up from the bed as Wally held you close through the aftershocks of your third orgasm of the night. 

“Good girl, Peach squeezed my cock with that pretty pussy.” He smirked, before he set his thrusts at a brutal pace, he barely let you calm down from your previous orgasm before he was building you back up to your final one of the night. “Peach.” he breathed. “Fuck.” He moaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips pistoned into you. “This may be your first time, but it won’t be your last time with me. Understand me Peach? You are mine. This pussy will come to crave me, just as much as I crave her, and maybe down the line you’ll actually let me fill you up.” 

Wally’s words worked magic over you, as you gripped tighter onto him and felt yourself fall over the edge once more but this time Wally fell with you. “Fuck!” He moaned out, his hips stuttering and slowly slowing down until he stilled inside of you. 

You felt your eyes roll back, as sleep threatened to overtake your exhausted body. Wally was careful as he slid out of you and disposed of the condom, before he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. 

You felt your eyes close for only a moment and then you woke to a cold sensation against your core as Wally carefully wiped you down. “Easy, Peach. She’s gonna be sore.” He chuckled before placing the cloth on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you; pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped you up in your arms. You let out a sigh, feeling yourself fall back into the arms of sleep; when suddenly a thought occurred to you. 

“Wally.” 

“Mmm. Yea Peach?” he hummed against your hair, his nose nuzzling you. 

“This isn’t your room right?”

“No, Peach.” 

“How did you know where to find the condoms?” 

He chuckled. “Mark is a good friend of mine and I know where he keeps his things. Don’t worry though Peach, next time we’ll be in my bed, and you’ll have a hell of a lot harder time leaving it than you will this bed.” 

[rabidbehemoth]

I'm going through almost the exact same thing! It's been years since I wrote with any regularity, but I've spent those years doing my best to recover from severe burnout (due to Real Life And Other Tragedies).

I felt the spark again just recently after *so* long for a new story! And I knew it was time to try again. And, anon. Anon, look at me. I am grabbing you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes.

It. Is. So. Fucking. Hard.

It's hard! The blank page scares the shit out of me. Words are soooo slow to come, even with a detailed outline, and every tiny decision feels like agony. There is no flow state here.

And that makes sense. No matter how good this idea is, or how many times I've done this before, or what I think I ought to be able to expect from myself, these muscles are rusty. We haven't done this in ages. I think writing is like riding a bike in that you can't forget, but you can become out of practice.

I don't have a magic bullet solution, but I am absolutely certain, down to my marrow, that getting frustrated and angry and disappointed with myself is NOT going to help. It can only make things worse.

Some things I'm trying:

- decrease pressure. when I look at my writing calendar and see so many missed days, I just try to forgive myself. Being disappointed is dumb and only comes from a secret fear that I won't finish unless I pressure and bully myself. But I'm not on a deadline, this is supposed to be fun; I don't need to write often in order to finish, I just need to keep doing it until it's done. The fastest way I can think of to make it not worth doing is to feel bad about it.

- maximum word counts. We've all heard of minimums, but why not maximums? Helps prevent burnout. Helps me stop writing while I still have something left to say, which makes it easier to start again later. I leave little notes for myself like gifts to unwrap later.

- dopamine manipulation. Daydream, as suggested above! I'll sprint with friends, record and post my word counts, talk to friends about the plot, let them help me stay excited. @dementedpuppeteer ILY💜 this would be so much less fun without you!

- look for reasons for hangups. Sometimes it's not me, it's the story, though I'm quick to assume I'm the problem lol. Am I bored with the scene even if I love the idea? Would I rather be writing a different part? Is there an unanswered question I need to think about? Did a character do something unexpected that I've not sufficiently addressed in my own head?

And finally...

- be prepared to put down the pen if that's what your writer brain truly needs. It's not up to us. Sometimes we're just not ready to get back into it, and that needs to be honored and respected. It's not about forcing yourself to write and hating it the whole time, right? Some discomfort will always come with the territory because writing is hard work, but there should be good things too! Good feelings, joy, excitement, satisfaction, curiosity. All the reasons why we do this. If those aren't happening, that's important to pay attention to. Don't ignore pain and run on an injury, listen to it. If writing is too painful, stop. It will always be there when you're ready to try again. You can't lose it, you can just fall out of practice.

My god I didn't expect to vomit this all up but I really do feel for anon's situation, and my own! Putting this on paper really helped organize the thoughts I've been having lately around this. A great practice exercise, haha!

Hi! Lately, I've been trying real hard to start writing again after a break of a couple of years, and it's simply not happening. I took the break to begin with because I figured that I could pick up writing fic again easily when I felt less burned out. But each time I've tried since 2025 started I can barely get the words out. I keep telling myself I need to go slow and build up to it, but my brain blanks after a sentence or two, with or without an outline. I can force myself into a drabble or two, or even a flashfic, but it feels like pulling teeth the entire time. I even tried going back to old drafts and adding to them (unsuccessfully). Nothing works! I'm getting more and more frustrated and angry with myself for taking this long of a break from being creative. Do you have any concrete recommendations for what to do when the ideas/words/characters/whatever just aren't coming? My brain is mush.

(I love this blog. So excited to see you back.)

I'll tell you what I do, but I also want to encourage folks to add their thoughts on the notes. This is very much a situation that can be worked on in a million different ways, so any one particular take might or might not work. Often, frankensteining a bunch together is the better route.

I've currently got two creative hobbies: writing fic and making site skins for AO3. When a site skin isn't working, I just have to drop it. I've been attempting to redo my glowy blue Tron skin from like 4 years ago and every time I go back to it, I just get frustrated and need to stop. I don't have a clear idea of where I want to take it, and so nothing looks "right" because everything feels wrong. For site skins, I need to have a solid idea to latch onto in order to get anywhere with them.

For writing, it's kind of similar. It's a LOT easier to write when I have an idea that really lights a fire under me. However, I've found that I can write even if I just know what the end goal of the story is. Even if my ending is just "and then they bone" at least I know where I need to get my characters in the end, and that guiding principle is really helpful because most of what my characters do in the fic is going to be aimed at that end point.

I don't know if it's just the way that you've phrased it in this ask, but it seems like you can't see the story for the words. If you're focused too much on the act of writing then you might need to back away from that for now and work on just imagining the story first. Spend more time daydreaming or lying in bed staring up at the ceiling and picturing your blorbo in situations. Get into the habit of thinking about the story before you start writing the story. Then the writing part is just transcribing the picture that's already clear in your head.

I well understand the frustration that comes when you've got something in you and no way to get it out. Whatever else is happening, the way you used to go about writing fic doesn't work for you anymore and now you need to discover a new method. Maybe it's handwriting in a notebook instead of typing on a screen. Maybe it's dictating into your notes app. Maybe it's chatting it out with a bestie over coffee or in a DM. Maybe it's something else.

Let's see what other people suggest for you, and then you can cobble together a method of your very own. Good luck, anon! I'm rooting for you ❤️

[burningcheese-merchant]

I like the fact that the devs agreed and added the parallel that the ancients are all very kind to themselves, even at their worst, how vulnerable they can be. In chapter 10, HB accepts Lily's wrongdoings, and despite the fact that it took her a while to process her trauma, she tries to make peace with her.

Now with the beasts, it's so different because, if you notice, despite having a problem, they don't try to change their ways. That's why most of them don't understand each other; their philosophy clashes greatly. Despite one of them claiming to be very close, in reality, each and every one of them feels so alone. It's undeniable how many people still believe they're close.

It's fascinating to see their parallels. It's good to know they're not close; it's complex and interesting. I want to add about episode 10 i feel outraged by the fact that no one talks about how complex ES's character was the last part of the episode made me cry because i know she only had one purpose when she was created and the fact that HB proposed to her to leave their garden and go with her was the most painful and touched me so much. (seriously my friends asked me if i was okay because i cried a lot LOL) everyone thinks it's an unrequited love, if it wasn't reciprocated HB wouldn't take the time to understand ES and explain to her that the world doesn't have to be perfect like she describes it. it's an episode with a queer tragedy explained in the hardest but sweetest way possible... And the game is from a country that litteraly is a sin to be like this or not good received as well.

All of the BxA r Indeed were pure art but with different narratives as well

Yeah definitely!! I've always loved the parallels between the Beasts and Ancients - not just individually, but as groups. While they both endured equally great suffering, in the end, the Beasts chose the easy way out. They chose darkness and despair. They chose to inflict their suffering onto others instead of properly addressing themselves and their shortcomings. And what's fascinating is that, for a time, the Ancients chose similarly: Golden Cheese succumbed to delusion and hid herself in a fantasy world in order to assuage her grief, Hollyberry abdicated and ran away from her family and her people and her life, drinking and fighting and partying her woes away, Dark Cacao built literal and figurative walls around himself and shut everyone out, Pure Vanilla was an amnesiac for a while, thus technically foregoing truth (albeit not necessarily by choice), then he allowed himself to be a Cookie of Deceit for a while, White Lily... we know what happened to her lol. But they managed to save themselves because they had each other. For each and every one of them, their salvation and enlightenment came when they remembered their bonds with each other and with others they care for. It was that sense of connection and community, which never ever broke despite everything that happened to them. And then opposite to them are the Beasts, who broke apart and descended into villainy because they themselves did not have those connections; not just in reference to them never having had the chance to live as normal people, but in reference to their bonds with each other specifically. I believe now more than ever that they never REALLY cared for each other. That they were never REALLY friends. If they were, why didn't they help each other when they started corrupting? Example, Burning Spice: I believe that what he needed the most was assurance that the cycle of change is not and does not need to be inherently painful or bleak. That there is good and meaning in that endless repetition. What would've helped was him having a constant in his life; someone or something that was always there with him even while everything and everyone else slipped away, as the cycle of change mandates. For all intents and purposes, the other Beasts should have been that constant; they're immortal too. They're gods too. They're his friends. They WERE his friends. Or... were they not? I don't really think so anymore. What the Ancients have together, the Beasts either had a very weak and fragile copy, or never really had at all. IF they were ever friends, they were pretty shitty ones lol. And that's a big part of why they corrupted, and why they're all so bitter and lonely: they each feel as though no one ever understood them or their struggles, not even their supposed "friends". Then these 5 thieves come along and inadvertently give them that lifeline, to which they all react differently (in how they express their attachment, I mean. They're all obsessed but they let it show differently and to different levels), but underneath those differences lies a shared feeling: "oh God, someone finally understands me, someone finally feels what I feel, I can't ever let them go, I need them". It's so horrendously sad and disturbing and darkly fascinating. I love it. I love these pairs, I love talking about them, I can do it forever

And I agree with you that Eternal Sugar is a complex and very interesting character, and I'm disappointed in the people that think otherwise (I hate saying this, but a lot of the complaints kind of sound like they're just butthurt that Eternalberry was canonized and they're looking for any excuse to tear the update down because of it). She seems to be a step above Mystic Flour in that she really, truly thinks she's doing something GOOD (MF behaves this way as well, but ES is legitimately delusional). She actually thinks she's helping people. Deep down, she DOES understand that she's a bad person and she's only hurting those she claims to care for, Hollyberry included, and this dialogue demonstrates such:

She seems to have succumbed to a form of insanity above that of other Beasts; she is still clinging to her old desires to carry out her godly duties and make people happy, but her perception of such has become so warped that she actually thinks things like keeping people in jars forever is making them happy. Furthermore, she purposefully orchestrates situations that "prove" her mindset and ideals correct (allowing people to leave the garden if they wish ("see? I'm not controlling! I'm not desperate! I'm not a dictator! You can leave, it's ok!"), but having them leave while smelling like the perfume that permeates the whole area so Beast-Yeast monsters are drawn to and attack them, thus forcing them back into the garden and further convincing them that it's a safe haven and they belong there). So much confirmation bias with Sugar, it's crazy. SHE is crazy. She is LEGITIMATELY crazy, a sort of crazy that the others aren't, not even Shadow Milk. It is delightfully awful. She is delightfully awful

And oh... Holly... Holly and Sugar... Passion and Sloth... Them...

One begs the other to stay... The other begs them to wake up and leave. Holly is now the second Ancient to fully, directly express understanding and sympathy towards their Beast. She's now the second to fully, directly state that she wants to be with their Beast.

She's HAPPY at the prospect of them being together. Of being two halves of a soul. She would GLADLY complete Sugar and let Sugar complete her... but Sugar has to wake up first. She has to see the error of her ways. She has to leave her garden. And Sugar agrees to this. She probably didn't really mean it, she was probably just swept up in the Yuri Wave and saying what she thought Holly wanted her to say, but even so. I think it's meaningful. Out of all the Beasts, I think Sugar has the best shot of being redeemed. And she has just the right Ancient to help her with such a thing. (Tbh I think they can all be fixed. Not easily, not right away, absolutely not. It would take time and effort and a lot of very painful conversations and realizations on everyone's part. But I think it can be done. Each of them has shown that one little seed of doubt, of regret, of disillusionment. Each one of them has faltered, if only for a moment. Because of that, I think somewhere deep down inside of them is someone worth saving. But that's just me haha) Beast x Ancient is 5 different, delicious flavors of a beautiful and compelling tragedy and they kill and resurrect me several times a day

[uncanny-tranny]

Hi! would you by any chance have tips on how to get a binder when your parents refuse to buy you one? ☹️

That's definitely a sensitive and complex answer, and while I might not know of the best option for your unique situation, there are some ways you can go about this.

If it's a foregone conclusion that you cannot convince them of this, what I used to do is DIY my binder. The ways I primarily did this were:

Option One: Wearing a camisole that was one size smaller than I actually was (so, wearing a small instead of a medium, for instance), then folding it up over my chest. As a disclaimer, this may only work well if you are smaller in the chest

Option Two: Layering two sports bras in my size over each other. Some of the DIY tips I found before I got a traditional binder advised to wear one sports bra in your size, then wear another sports bra backwards in a size smaller. I would advise against this for potential safety reasons, but also because (at least personally), it can be ineffective and a waste of resources.

Some people have also had friends or other family members order their binder for them, but this can be risky, depending on your situation. While I don't know the ins and outs of your specific circumstances, risk management is important to me, so I would recommend this if it is a risk that is acceptable to make.

I understand what it's like to not have access to this resource, so what I will do is advise you against:

Binding with ace bandages (I did this before (multiple times, in fact, because of dysphoria), and believe me, not only did it hurt like hell, but it constricted my body so heavily that I may have done long-term harm)

Wearing a DIY binder (or any kind, for that matter) for longer than your body can handle

Doing DIY in such a way that even mimics binding with ace bandages. This means that your binder shouldn't constrict your ribs, breathing, or range of movement

Here are some general good practices that you should use to guide you for any type of binding, whether traditional or DIY:

When you start binding, only do so in very short sessions to begin with. While binding shouldn't outright hurt, it can be a weird transition while your body is getting used to that new sensation

Minimize heavy lifting or exercise while binding. If it is unavoidable, drink plenty of water and take plenty of breaks

Stretch after binding

Don't bind while sick or have inflammation in your lungs or chest

If you DIY, treat your binder like it is a traditional binder. Don't make the mistake of assuming you don't need to listen to your body because you aren't using a "traditional" binding method

Ultimately, listen to your body. If it is telling you that it needs a break, honour that. Your body isn't punishing you, it is trying to keep you (and it) safe, even if it doesn't feel like it

In the end, this isn't perfect. Sometimes, parents do come around, even in their own ways, even if little by little, they come around. When I first came out officially around 2016, I was convinced that my transition would be completely forbade by my family; I concealed a lot of it in the worst instances of this. However, now, I think most of my family has come through their own journey with the understanding of the reality of what and who I am. I tell you this, anon, because I want you to know that this, too , shall pass. You can make it. I know this might be devastating to you, and believe me, I know what that's like. But it won't be forever. These bridges aren't burnt forever, and I hope you can find your happiness and contentment wherever it may be.

[musical-chick-13]

Girl help, I talked myself out of writing a fic because I was worried about being Harassed™

[13thpythagoras]

https://www.tumblr.com/13thpythagoras/781487001140641792/putins-soviet-nostalgia-the-revival-of-the

> Columbia political review

Lol. Lmfao, even. Find a source that isn’t watered down liberal U.S. state propaganda or shut the fuck up.

I thought that source was helping prove *your* point. What is your point?!

I'm over here warning about how planet X is on a cycle to destroy life on our planet, CalTech already found it. We need to focus on these bigger problems or admit we're just squabbling barbarians, I'm warning here about important stuff and this anon's biggest problem is that liberals suspect Trump's paid off by the Russian mob.

[dmndvtt]

idk people that write finn or hc him as COMPLETELY GAY baffle me ... no judgements, do you ig but y'all do realize he's not, right? right? like it's literally a main staple of his canon that he was involved with becks and they only broke up bc he was going to japan ... not bc he's gay. sure, he has his moments, relationships with men, i'm sure. but you will not catch me completely disregarding key elements of finn's character for the sake of a ship. sorry.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one thing i can intermittently remember re: lackadaisy is that way back when, would've been around '08 to '10, i mentioned it to someone in person w/whomst like informal Media Recs Trading was established & i think mentioned wanting recs for checking out webcomics specifically? & i was like ooh lackadaisy Gotta be lackadaisy (i read like, a few others at the time but was immediately huge on that one specifically due to [the ways it pwned were obvious to me first reading it in '07 and Now alike]) and like. in the realm of Left Field Responses I Got After Ventures Of Someone W/o The Confidence I Have Now Thanks To Grinding For It In The Entire Interim i eventually followed up like did you check it out, what do you think, b/c my enthusiasm was stronger than my reluctance to bring shit up unprompted. and i think they were sort of evasive a moment but then were like nah b/c.......why are they cats....like lmfaoooo was Not ready for that like yeah idk what to tell you if that was that significant a factor. except that if you know that much it's too late the furry police are en route

not long afterwards perhaps truly more unexpected. i managed to finagle going to the first convention marble hornets was at, relatively short notice, and this is thanks to by that point having Enthusiasm behind it again, of course. afterwards to the relatively small tumblr mh ether i Ventured Forth again like is there interest in my talking about it, livestream q&a possibilities style even? and then i got an anon telling me not now b/c hοmestuck had updated. omicron just to not risk it plus i think even now i'd filter my own post. like divide this into four sections the way i'm truly at a loss. didn't have that much to talk about but looking back like fr you're neurononconforming in online fanbase Posting same as in the [random discord servers Hate them! non normative verbal communication happens in scores / hundreds of words if it happens at all] like and yet it gets to you to the con. and to the "i don't need other people to like media 'with' me i didn't talk about lackadaisy at all till the pilot dropping & my [first full reread in a Minute] got me all fired up posting style & 'hey wait. my special little guy. all this fresh Mystery Plot Everything appreciation. whoa'" moment. plus nowadays it's only like Lol Lmao whereas back then it was like :( :/ but also still funny b/c this person was running away throwing chairs & tables behind them like i'm not a furry i'm not and an anon was like didn't ask don't care oppa homestuck style. standing there palms open like. furious theorizing is there for me

[caotictimmy]

🍏- ANON? MAYBE??? it's so late for me but reading your nsfw on Daisuke...UAAAGHHH SAAGHHH 🗣️ he's such a vocal man and the whole morning sex thing where he can't get into you quick enough .helpop helppp meeeee helpppp

(maybe this is a request? Maybe I'm just yapping lowkey??? But if you want to write on this, by all means go for it LMAO)

Giggling over Swansea being mortified while walking in on reader x daisuke getting it on, I imagine they don't notice him and Daisuke is getting all needy trying to keep his pace 🤞 That boy has never felt the touch of person romantically so I could onllllyyyy assume that he'd been sensitive his first time. Or like. Every time with reader- especially if they're still on the ship. He's trying to not make too much noise as everyone is asleep ☹️ his whiney ass is NOT making it through that night. Bonus if reader is nonchalant about it the next day at lunch. They're talking with someone about their poor love lives (finding people to stay with how long their jobs shipments are)- reader dropping shit like 'aw man yeah. if only there was someone to really understand me, y'know?'. As if Daisuke wasn't memorizing their insides and how they physically react to him with his body just last night 😭

HELP 🍏 ANON THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ALMOST FELL OFF MY BED. But this is Acually so smart. I always believe Daisuke gets lost in the sauce when you guys have sex. For the headcanon I was thinking they were known dating. But for this let’s pretend the crew doesn’t know Daisuke and reader are dating. The first kind middle part will be NSFW. But the rest should be NSFW. This will be done as a one shot. (I’ll also include your little bonus! Plus a little more:3)

What was that god damn noise..? Swansea thought. Irradiated as he heard a squeaking sound, an indescribable muffled sound coming along with it. For fucks sake he just wanted to get some rest! But those loud noises would not let the poor man drift to sleep. He was gonna put a stop to that noise. Once and for all.

Swansea swings his legs over the side of his bed, sitting up. Stretching his arms as he gets ready to investigate what the noise is, and where it’s coming from. He stands up, his back making a loud crack.( I love old man Swansea). He slips his slippers on. Grabbing and putting on his robe by the door. Slowly pushing the door open. Before silently shutting the door. The noise got louder. Even though the walls were paper thin. It still muffled some of the noise.

He tread carefully through the halls. Getting closer to the noise. Swansea could hear talking maybe? The squeaking of something getting louder the more he approaches. Wait. He’s getting closer to Daisuke’s room..? What the hell was that kid doing. He could hear a faint panting? He started walking a bit faster.

Daisuke’s door was cracked open. God was the kid hurt-. Oh… Oh dear god.. For the love of pony express why did he have to be the one to catch this scene. He could now clearly see what was happening now. God why him..? (Warning for what’s ahead will be NSFW)

“Nyyhhh… F-fuck you feel so good. G-god so good. Am I doing good? Mhm!.. a-am I doing good for you. Wanna make sure your feeling as ..ahh ~… as good as I am.” Daisuke whimpered out. His arms wrapped around your waist as he continues going his rough pace.

“Yes! O-oh fuck hah… doing so good for me!”, Your voice muffled as you were face first in your pillow. Daisuke’s body pressing against your back. Like he was trying to mold his body with you. A loud ‘plap’ sound being able to be heard.

Swansea felt his face contort in horror. He could feel his stomach twist in disgust. He definitely walked in on something he definitely shouldn’t have. So what did he do. He went back to his room. Staring at the ceiling with that petrified face still stuck on his face. To say he wasn’t able to sleep that night would be an understatement

-

“I feel like it’s impossible to date anyone with this crappy job.” Anya huffed in a frustrated tone. “I second to that.”, Curly sighed as he ate his crappy lunch.” Our shipments at a Minimum are 5 months! And it’s like we get a month or two back on earth, before they send us back to ship something!” Anya finished. The annoyed look on her face quite prominent.

“I get you Anya. I want to Acually spend time with someone and let them get to know me. But you can’t really do that on this floating rock.”, You said nonchalantly. You sure were letting Daisuke get to know you. All of you… Swansea thought. Trying not to gag at the imagie of what he witnessed last night.

You could feel Daisuke’s eyes turn to you. Lingering a bit longer than ‘just friends’. “Yeah man, it’s such a bummer!” Daisuke said. A light blush spread across his face as he said it. No one else except Swansea noticed.

“Say uh..” Anya started, looking up at you. “I saw you walking in here with a limp, you good?” She asked,her voice laced with concern. God why did you have to ask that Anya! Swansea cringed at her question. “Oh yea no I’m good! Just hit my leg on the wall while sleeping y’know.” You said. Hmh.. I’m sure you were doing some sort of sleeping. Swansea hurrying to finish his food. Quickly getting up to put his plate in the sink and immediately start work. He really just wants to take his mind off this..

-

“Swan-sea!” Daisuke said, dragging the two parts of Swansea’s name out. Swansea ignored Daisuke, continuing to work on the broken vent. “Dude did I do something wrong?” Swansea sighed. Since Daisuke wanted the truth he’ll get it.”For fucks sake Daisuke! Can you have them stop fucking like rabbits! I know you young people have your urges, but this has been going on for the past week. And it’s Saturday for crying out loud!” Swansea yelled.

“AND IF YOU FREAKS ARE GONNA KEEP GOING AT IT. AT LEAST KEEP THE DOOR SHUT AND BE QUIET. SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.” Swansea finished, catching his breath. Daisuke just stood there stunned.

“You.. you heard us..?” Daisuke asked, his mouth agape and his eyes shot wide. “I didn’t just hear you guys. Saw it to! Close the damn door next time!” Swansea said irritated. Daisuke continued to stand there embarrassed. “Swansea uh.. I-I’m so sorry I didn’t realize.” Daisuke stuttered out. Still shocked about the revelation.

“Yeah you better be fucking sorry” Swansea muttered. Turning around before pausing. Sighing a bit. “At lest your getting some action in this hell hole. Reminds me of me and my wife.” He said. Before holding his fist out. “I’m only gonna do this once Daisuke.” Swansea said. Daisuke happily returned the fist bump.

“Now get the hell out of my sight for the rest of the day!” Swansea yelled. “Alright swan-sea!” Daisuke said, doing the same long period name thing. Swansea let out an annoyed sigh. At least the kid was happy…

[invoncible]

HII!!! YOU HAVE SUCH AN UNIQUE STYLE OF WRITING, I LOVE IT!!! :D

Could you perhaps.... write some jealous Invincible Variants scenarios???? :3

MARK GRAYSON (& VARIANTS) being jealous ✧˚. ft. og!mark, mohawk!mark, nogoggles!mark, viltrumite!mark, sinister!mark w/ gn!reader cw. canon typical violence

— oh yes anon. yes. come here lemme kiss ur brain. — yippeeeee one more variant added to the roster!

OG!MARK

out of all the marks, he's the most boyfriend out of them all. if that even makes sense.

he's just happy to be by your side.

he knows you attract attention—why wouldn't you? you're smart, funny, and gorgeous. but he's secure in your relationship.

when mark is jealous, it's like.... he just doesn't understand why people would make moves on you when they know you're taken. if they try something in front of him he'll straight up ask, "...why?"

like he genuinely cannot comprehend the notion of going for someone who is so clearly in a relationship??

and he makes your relationship pretty clear so he knows there's no excuse

sometimes he just gets so pissed off he does things impulsively. punching someone, for example.

"i have a boyfriend." you denied the guy in front of you, sharing a look with mark.

"who's standing right here." mark added, hand possessively squeezing your waist. "for the third time," he muttered under his breath.

"okay, but if things fall through, though." the guy pressed, offering his phone to you. "you might like—"

the guy couldn't even extend his arm all the way before mark snatched the device from his hand and chucked it to... who knows where.

the guy spluttered angrily, grabbing his head as he watched his phone drift away into the blue sky. mark smiled as he watched it get smaller, and smaller, and even smaller... ah, justice was sweet.

"that was my phone?!"

"this is my partner?!" mark mocked his incredulous tone, rolling his eyes before, nudging you. "come on."

he shoved past your unwanted suitor, perhaps using a bit more force than needed.

"mark." you couldn't hide your smile.

"what?" he said, suddenly the picture of innocence. but that glint in his eye told you he knew better. you just shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he preened under your attention.

MOHAWK!MARK

this man is sooo problematic. i don't know if you've seen that comic panel of him and his entourage of scantily-clad girls, but yeah. he can be a flirt but you can't.

anyone who tries anything with you is getting killed! dead and buried.

he likes to play with his food first, though.

"i'm gonna take that one home before the night ends," he heard someone hiccup, drunk on booze as their wobbly finger pointed you out in the crowd.

mark raised his eyebrow, his calculating eyes drifting between you and the guy who was trying to put moves on you. he smiled to himself as he walked up to him.

"cute, huh?" mark's eyes were intensely trained on you, watching you over the rim of his glass.

the guy lazily acknowledged him. "huh? oh, yeah. real cute."

"did you know they're taken?" he chirped happily, his voice and face betraying the bubbling annoyance he felt inside.

"wha—"

"did you know," mark repeated, snatching the cup of alcohol from the guy and pushing himself into his space menacingly. "they're taken?"

"i—"

"i—i—i—" mark taunted, twisting up his face as he ridiculed the guy. "yeah. taken. by me, dumbass. get the fuck out of my place."

the guy scrambled past him to run out the exit, suddenly aware enough to realize who he was hitting on and who they belonged to.

mark watched him scramble across the shiny floors like a deer on ice, chuckling to himself before flying towards him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt. he soared higher and higher before he just... let go.

the guy's screams were music to his hears all the way down. mark returned to his party, giddy.

"where did you go?" you pouted as you walked up to him. he took you in his arms, squeezing you tight to his chest. he rested his cheek on the top of your head, rubbing your back.

"nowhere."

"i just saw you."

"shh, pretty girl, i'm back now, aren't i?" he tilted your head upwards and pressed a kiss on your pursed lips. "come dance with me, seems we gotta remind people that you're mine."

NOGOGGLES!MARK

they're also dead. LMAO don't try anything with this one. he's the definition of loose cannon

he'd be insulted if the person trying to hit on you was weaker than him, because... why do they think they have a chance 🤨

"aw, come on. on your feet." mark swiped at his nose, a deep frown on his lips.

"who are you talking to?" you sighed, arms crossed over your chest as you stared at the body on the ground. "you punched his brains out."

"nah, he's got some fight left in him." mark bent over and hoisted the guy back up by his shirt, trying to get him to balance on his own two feet. "oh, shit."

the second he let go, the unfortunate person who tried to hit on you wobbled back onto the floor.

mark kicked the guy's head like a football, sending his body crashing into a nearby wall. "fuck, that was lame."

you rolled your eyes and pulled him away from the pool of blood on the ground. "one normal date. just one, that's all i ask for."

he grinned at you, pulling you close, uncaring of his bloodied hands. "he had no chance, huh?"

"no chance." you agreed, smiling when he peppered your face with kisses. "mark—!" you giggled.

"you know i'd do anything for you, right?" he hummed, holding you tight and pressing a big fat kiss to your cheek. "i'd kill for you."

"i know," you answered. yes, you knew very well.

VILTRUMITE!MARK

this one isn't popping a sweat in some elaborate fight with someone that dared to push themselves between you.

everyone else was wrong for you. he was the only one deserving to be by your side and he's gonna let people know

i.e. he's gonna let people know exactly how and why they're beneath him and thus, undeserving of your affection

"maybe i could... i dunno, maybe we could go out sometime." the guy across from you shrugged.

you raised your eyebrow, barely sparing him a glance over your book. "no."

"not even gonna give it a try?" he pressed, scooting closer to you. "hmm?"

you grimaced and shifted away from him. "i have a boyfriend."

"he's not here, is he? we can have a little affair going on, it'd be exciting."

you scoffed, half-laughing at the audacity. "you think i'd cheat with you? have you seen my boyfriend? in what world would i ever leave him for you?"

the guy huffed a short breath, brows furrowing in offense. "how fucking dare you. here i am, being nice and the first thing you do is insult me? your man is probably just as chopped as you are—"

"ermmm, no, i would not say that." you rolled your eyes, uncaring if you antagonized him further.

"—yeah well, i am saying that, so—"

"what's going on here?" mark floated from above, a bewildered look on his face. he grabbed the guy by his throat and squeezed, lifting him off the floor and enjoying the way he gasped and choked for air.

"was he bothering you, love?" mark asked you softly. sweetly, even.

you smiled and nodded. "bugging me for a date."

mark turned his attention back to the red-faced guy squirming in his hand. he clicked his tongue in disappointment as he scanned the man's figure. "this... this unsightly specimen thought they had a chance with you?"

"looks that way." you hummed, turning a page in your book.

mark scoffed to himself, dropping the guy to the ground. he gracefully lowered himself as well, staring down the unwanted suitor. "unbelievable. weak and whiny." mark shook his head, bringing his foot down on the guy's chest to prevent him from squirming away. “pathetic.”

mark studied the guy as he begged and begged, crying tears and apologies before he finished the job with a sickening crrrrack.

mark sighed and dropped into the seat next to you. he leaned over and rested his head in your lap without another word, eyes fluttering shut as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

SINISTER!MARK

that unlucky bitch is getting their ass ate. in the bad way. simple as that. mark might even try to serve them to you for dinner.

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

ynusername

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

landonorris

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

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request: hiya! i love how funny your smau’s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon