#i have one more in my inbox i'll see if i can find a happier one lmao

[sochilll]

📝 anyone

“I don’t have anyone.” Evan said because he didn’t. He’d never had anyone except, apparently, Jared. “It’s not about that.”

“Then what?” Jared threw his hands up. “I’m standing on your porch, begging you to ask me to be with you. I’m giving everything up for you. So the least you can do is tell me why you don’t fucking want me. I deserve that at least.”

send me a  📝 + a word, and i’ll post an excerpt from a fic i’m currently writing that contains that word

[gloomwitchwrites]

I wish to see how each of the 141 boys respond to their ex, reader, calling them for emotional support bc readers newest bf was toxic af

bonus points if 141 boys are still possessive over reader, but doesn't do anything besides telling reader to leave her toxic bf. OR ORRR he's possessive bc him and reader have been together for so long, who would know how to treat her better than him? He knows every little detail she cares about, every little action that makes her fall head over heels in an instant. Her toxic bf? He doesn't care to learn about those types of things, even if reader outright says it

EVEN MORE BONUS POINTS for smut to show reader what a quick fuck of satisfaction looks like vs genuine sex / love making

Apologies, Anon. This has been sitting in my inbox for…a while, but I’ve been thinking about it off and on since you’ve sent it in.

I’ll drop some HC’s about how this would go down but I absolutely want to explore this further as part of the Imagines & What If Series.

I'll tackle these separately and make them individual one-shots (with much more detail) once I wrap up the By the Belt prompt. But for now...enjoy my HC's (if you will) on what I think would go down in this scenario.

The official masterlist for the extended fics can be found HERE.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

Content & Warnings: suggestive themes (it's vague), brief mentions of protective/possessive behavior, canon-typical swearing

John Price

Breakup status: Strained (at first), but settled into friendship.

Absolutely hates texting, and you know if you need to reach him immediately, you have to call. Price isn’t an old man, he’s just the old man of the group, and would absolutely be tech literate but also super picky on how he communicates with people personally. It’s Price’s job to be calm, to be a leader, and pick up on things others don’t necessarily notice. So, Price would know you’re upset with your current boyfriend without you even having to spell it out. Besides, Price hates the guy, and knows he’s not worth even a lob of spit.

Plus, Price has been wanting to get back with you for ages. Now that the two of you are friends and have repaired whatever it is that separated the two of you in the first place, Price is looking to find a way to move in again, to slowly (or quickly) win you back, and now he has the opportunity.

Price insists on talking in person, and the moment the two of you are together, he makes the effort he knows you’re needing—because he wants you back, but also because he knows you better than your current boyfriend. Price doesn’t understand why you even gave the guy a chance, but he’ll do everything to get you back.

He would start with subtle indications eventually moving the conversation into past memories, reminiscing on happier times when you were his woman, and how that felt. It slowly devolves until you’re admitting first that you still miss him, and Price goes in for the kill, stating clearly that he still has feelings for you.

The final act is passionate, rough, and intense. Like an atom splitting, it is explosive.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Breakup status: mutual (away all the time; hard to make it work)

When you call, on the verge of tears, needing to talk to someone, Gaz immediately knows something is wrong the moment he picks up. (Sorta like Price but more attuned emotionally to the situation).

I can see Gaz not being a fan of chatting for long periods on the phone, so you don’t even need to ask, Gaz will drop everything and come to you without you having to suggest it. In fact, Gaz picks up, realizes your upset, and immediately says he’s coming over.

When he arrives, it’s like the two of you have never been apart. It’s almost routine, completely natural the way the two of you come together. Gaz is very much about physical affection. He’s constantly touching you, comforting you, and saying sweet things that always make you melt.

Totally knows you need a distraction, and while you’re upset, you’re having a difficult time expressing yourself. When this happens, Gaz just shuts it down, guiding you toward distraction to help you calm down and ease your mind before probing to see if you want to return to the topic.

Once that happens, game over for boyfriend. He’s lost you to Gaz.

The reunification is absolutely passionate and soft. I will die on that hill.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Breakup status: Messy. (You cannot tell me Soap isn’t a hot mess. Our boy is a little too high energy at times.)

While the breakup between the two of you is messy, Soap has always been a “safe” person for you. So, when you call him to vent, you don’t realize that Soap immediately starts heading in your direction until he knocks on your door and the two of you stand there staring at each other, phones held up to your ears. It’s an impulsive decision on his end to come to you, but you don’t turn him away.

Like Simon, Soap would be forward in the way he addresses your concern and the issues—which is your shitty boyfriend who deserves to only be known as your ex. However, where Simon is more of a blunt “these are the facts” kind of communicator, Soap will go for the jugular, using harsher language about this “boyfriend.” He won’t be critical of you, but he will be overly critical of him, listing all the ways this idiot doesn’t deserve you. He might even grow a bit heated in tone and pitch, becoming creative with his slang, and his accent might thicken slightly especially if he’s going off.

But ultimately, Soap is defending you, and reiterates the need for you to stand up for yourself and get rid of this loser.

I don’t think anything passionate would happen in that moment. But I could also see Soap in the middle of him criticizing your toxic boyfriend, you shutting him up with a kiss. Now…that could easily go sideways with someone like Soap. He’s very much impulsive at times, and I think that would win out. Soap would totally kiss you back and not allow you to pull away from him again until you’re…satisfied.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Breakup status: Tumultuous, eventually mellowing to mutual understanding afterward.

Would listen to you rant without interrupting. He would not ask any clarifying or follow up questions.

When you have it all out of your system, his response is simple: break up with him. Simon is direct—could even say blunt depending on the situation, and he would absolutely be that way in this scenario.

He makes it clear that you’re obviously not happy and that the relationship is making you miserable. He might even lay it out plainly, stating only the facts, sliding into that mindset when he’s in the field, thinking about all scenarios and problem-solving while doing so.

Internally, he’s absolutely ecstatic that your current boyfriend is a garbage heap of a human being. He will see this as an opportunity to slip right back into your life if he plays this right. Sure, the two of you aren’t together anymore, but he’s not over it. Simon is possessive and territorial to the core. Totally still considers you his.

Will absolutely make up a reason to come over, and it will likely fall under the “I’m looking out for you” or “trying to protect you from him” insisting that your boyfriend could escalate and he won’t allow you to potentially be in harm’s way.

When he arrives, Simon immediately turns soft and attentive in just the way you like. He gives you his full attention, doesn’t lecture, and offers plenty of physical touch.

The physical touches turn…well, I’ll save that for the full fic. But it is a reminder of how you’ve always been his and you just need to realize it.

taglist:

@km-ffluv @glitterypirateduck @tiredmetalenthusiast @spicyspicyliving @coffeecaketornado @aykxz98 @kayden666 @36namey @miss-mistinguett @keiva1000 @cherryofdeath @pertinentpostmortem @enfppuff @berarenado @saoirse06 @ninman82 @no-oneelsebutnsu @thewulf @hayleybarnesx @lxblm @ferns-fics @ooldcardigan @beebeechaos @enarien @sw33tsnow @kessi-21 @makayla-666 @lifes-project @burn1ngw00d @heeheehoohoohahahihi @lulurubberduckie @ravenpoe67 @jade1605 @miaraei

[petew21-blog]

Finish the scene

Fan:"So Tyler, is the rumour true that you will be reprising your role in Teen Wolf movie?"

Fans cheering, Tyler smiling

Jeff impatiently waiting for Tyler's answer

Tyler:"I guess the pack wouldn't be complete without Derek"

Fans loosing their mind over a another announced character in the new Teen Wolf movie

But someone is happier in a different way than all the fans combined. Someone's master plan is becoming real.

First day of shooting

Jeff:"Tyler, could you come to the set, please. We have to start rolling."

Tyler:"I'm sorry, it's about shooting Superman & Lois again. They want me to cut the hours on shooting Teen Wolf and come to them"

Jeff visibly angry:"Tyler? Could I speak to you for a minute in your trailer?"

Both entering. Tyler sits down on a chair

Tyler:"Look I can tell you're angry and I know I shouldn't have started the fight there, but you gave me no choice."

Jeff:"Oh don't worry about it. I'll make sure we're on the same page."

Jeff murmuring an incantation.

Tyler:"What are you...."

Jeff now waking up inside of Tyler's body.

Jeff:"An upgrade. Good. I have been lusting over this body for so long." Jeff looks to the camera of his phone. "Oh that's what I'm talking about baby"

Tyler:"How are you? What just happened?"

Jeff:"Don't worry about it. You won't remember any of this in a few seconds. You will feel like you have always been Jeff Davis. I'll wait for you to pick up all the memories and start acting as me. Then we'll talk"

Tyler:"I am not Jeff. I am... Jeff Hoech.... Jeff Davis. I am Jeff Davis."

Jeff:"Of course you are. And Jeff, sorry about the tantrum before. Of course I will finish the story with you. Superman can wait. And as an apology, would you be ok if I let you oil me up here for the next scene? I wanna look good and I know how much you like my muscles in action"

Jeff could see the visible boner his old body had while tracing his muscle lines, the ridges. Carefully placing the oil. Jeff wanted to play more, but the scene couldn't wait. Maybe he'll make his old body his own bitch later on. It's time to be the bad wolf now

And damn, did he now have the perfect body to play one. Maybe after this he should keep the body and continue as Superman. He could definitely get to do some interesting stuff

Two weeks later

Assistent:"Hey Tyler. So this was your last scene in the movie. I think there is something you should know. We found some sort of an altar in Jeff's trailer with your photos and other personal stuff. I thought you should know before leaving."

Jeff:"Thank you for letting me know"

Jeff to himself:"Fuck, I should have made sure he had no memories of his previous life. His mind is fighting for control through these moments. I can't keep him away from me, I wouldn't have control and he would still find a way. Maybe keeping him close as my personal slave... sorry assistent. Would be easier to manage"

Jeff:"So what do you think Jeff? Wanna stay close to me?"

Tyler:"Yes please. There is nothing I want more."

Jeff:"Good I need massage and I can tell you are dripping from only looking at my muscles"

Request from Inbox

Would be able to do a story where Jeff Davis steals Tyler Hoechlin’s body? Using Tyler’s agreeing to come back for the Teen Wolf movie to steal his body and life. Having always been jealous of his looks and muscles

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

MAJOR update

So I don't know if anyone else even cares about this stuff, but I made some huge progress with tagging/retagging things here. For some time I haven't been tagging any posts at all lacking motivation because, seriously, does anyone even look at tags these days?

Still, my love for this ship keeps me going. Maker, I'd forgotten how therapeutic the process is. For a few days I almost stopped dwelling on my own personal issues.

Anyway

Allow me to remind y'all that this blog has a list of TAGS, a rather extensive one. I shudder to think how much time I spent compiling it all, but it does make me happier somehow

We have an impressive collection of fanart, so many comic bits they had to be separated into their own category to make it possible to navigate through all the artwork, writings that I don't think can be found anywhere else. In the beginning this fandom also used to produce a lot of memes and jokes, not so much of it now, but we don't forget our history! There is so much to uncover and rediscover.

I guess that canoodling/hugging/cuddling/snuggling tags are still a mess (always have been) despite my best efforts, but I genuinely tried to make it make sense somewhat. Having 8000+ pieces of art for your ship gets you there. Hard to believe it used to be almost nonexisistent in the beginning. It was so easy to navigate in 2012...

I didn't even try to sort out the comics, and fiction is not tagged either, except for the most basic basics.

Well, if anyone has any better ideas/suggestions don't be shy about @ ing me. Hell, if you can think of any new tags worth adding, let me know. And if you could reply to the relevant posts with it, it'd be fantastic.

If you're bored and don't mind spending some time with Fenris and Hawke, observing them love each other, please take a look at the list. There are also separate pages for the people who make fanart and write stuff for us, so you can always find more of their works by looking up the artists name in the tags. Though this page is forever in progress.

There's always room for improvement, so if you have anything to say, PLEASE SAY IT.

Also, the pornstash is up again, and now there is some semblance of a system.

It is a members-only blog, since almost all of its content is flagged and can only be viewed by members. So you need to become one. Everyone is welcome to join, but please don't follow it. All you need to do is like this post. I'll see your username and send you an invite. After that you'll need to check your e-mail (NOT tumblr inbox!) and follow the link you'll find there. And please read the post i linked carefully, there's vital information in it.

I'm just really tired

I'd really like to sort this place out completely so that when I retire, and someone is willing to take it off my hands, I could be at peace.

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - Royalty AUs

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Charles/Pierre

it's you and me, that's my whole world by @singsweetmelodies | T | 10.4k

Charles is the Prince of Monaco, and Pierre is hopelessly devoted best friend. This fic has everything that I love about Charles and Pierre, and everything that I love about royalty au's! Despite his outward confidence, there is a lack of self-esteem that runs through Pierre. This reads very true to how I see Pierre, and it is a joy to read him struggle and come to terms with this. Charles is so lovable and humble, and I loved him so much! This author is so good at building tension, and creating conflicts and misunderstandings that feel very natural and fun to read. A great read!

'Charles is a prince, the heir apparent to the Monégasque principality, no less, while Pierre is just another engineering student. Who is he to think he can make Charles happier than the wealth of beautiful, classy and important people available to him? // His best friend, whispers that same voice in his heart, as treacherous as it is fierce. I am his best friend, and I know him better than any of them ever will. I have been by his side for his whole life, and I don't plan to leave anytime soon.

nsfw: i'm not one to need saving but I guess I'll give it a try by @river-ocean and @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 40k

Soulmate AU. Pierre is prince of a France that still has a monarchy. He is to marry by the time he turns 27, but hasn't yet found his soulmate. He meets Charles, an event planner, and they develop an easy friendship. This fic hits so many of my favourite royalty and soulmate tropes all in one. There is pining, there is a Prince who chafes against the bonds of royal duty, there is a commoner who isn't at all fazed by the fact his friend is a royal, and there is a soulmate bond that manages to cause more problems than it solves. Neither Pierre nor Charles want to impose their feelings upon one another, of course, to the exasperation of their friends. There is also a lovely recurring sun motif around Pierre, which just delights me.

Charles is not his - the blue handprint on his side, Pierre’s impending marriage and ridiculous soulmate-less status…Charles will never be his, but Pierre grabs his waist - ashamed at himself for it when Charles so very clearly did not like it - and he wishes he were. God, he wishes Charles could be his.

Alex/Charles

i can feel the sun on you by @liamlawsonlesbian | T | 12k

In this Roman Holiday inspired story, Alex, a freelance journalist, comes across a beautiful young man in the street. The man appears to be under the influence of drugs, and Alex takes him home overnight for his own safety. The man is the prince of Monaco, and when he realises he's been missing for a night now, decides to take a day off from being a royal and enjoy the city. This story is absolutely charming, and Alex quickly finds himself realising he cannot use this encounter for a story like he had planned to. Charles is absolutely giddy in his enjoyment of his day of anonymity, and it's no wonder Alex falls hard.

Alex has an armful of beautiful Frenchman, but what sounds like a dream is closer to a nightmare because a stranger seems close to asleep on his chest. The man’s shirt is very soft, and feels expensive, and he is either very drunk or there is some other substance involved, because he’s burrowing his face into Alex’s faded band tee, even though they’ve never seen each other before in their lives. Alex knows the smart thing to do would be to lean the guy back up against the wall of the cemetery and go home. But the stranger looks young, and soft, and there’s clearly something wrong. Alex tries to shake him awake. “Mate, where are you staying? Let’s get you home.��� The man mutters a few words, which sound like “Youth leadership is the future.” Alex wonders, semi-hysterically, if the stranger is some kind of motivational speaker. It would explain how pretty he is. Alex takes a big, shuddering breath. Okay, so, his bloody stupid conscience is not going to let him leave the stranger here. The stranger is too out of it to remember where he’s staying. That only leaves one option – the stranger has to come home with Alex. Alex crouches and puts the stranger’s arm around his shoulders, and begins to trudge the ten blocks to his flat.

Charles/Carlos

are you wild like me? by @f1-stuff | 54k | M

This is a boarding school AU with a bit of a Young Royals feel. Charles, prince of Monaco, is enrolled for the final schooling year and makes friends with Carlos. Charles strives for a sense of normalcy but is never quite allowed to forget he is a royal. His friends, especially Carlos, do the best they can for him. Carlos has a tendency to be overprotective which backfires a bit, and he needs to learn to let go just a little.

Carlos feels a little giddy. In the span of a few hours, he’s gone from not having spoken to or seen Charles in almost a month, worried Charles was never coming back to Watford, to holding him, kissing him, coming for him... “I thought about you a lot,” Charles says, reminding Carlos that he’d asked a question. “...while I was at home. I was sad-” His voice cracks, and Carlos smooths a hand along Charles’ waist, offering some small comfort. “I was sad about my father. And I’d been sad about you for a while.” “Me?” “Yes,” Charles says. His fingertips rest gently against Carlos’ jaw. “I’ve felt...so lonely - for a long time. I love my family, and they love me, but my brothers don’t understand what it’s like for me - not really. And my parents...” He pauses, and Carlos knows he’s thinking of his father. “They have always wanted me to be happy. But I don’t think they ever imagined that being happy for me would mean...this.”

Carlos/Lando

nsfw: see you again by madlyiephase2 (madlyie_14) | E | 99k

Lando is fourth in line to the throne. Carlos is still an F1 driver. They meet when Lando presents a trophy at Silverstone, and begin an affair. Lando is chafing badly against his existence as a royal even before he meets Carlos. The self-discovery journey he goes on, in regards to his sexuality and also what he wants more broadly out of his life, is a big part of this story. The supporting cast is vibrant and breathe levity and grounding humour into Lando's life, especially George as his head of security, who is such a great character he is almost in danger of running away with the entire fic.

“My boyfriend. He's - his name is Lando." Ana snorted. "What, like the prince?" and Carlos looked around for help from somewhere because he really, really didn't know what to say to that. 'Yeah, exactly,' seemed a little stupid. Even though it was utterly, absurdly true. To Carlos' surprise, it was his father who looked at him, really looked at him and then, then he just started laughing, a full, deep laugh. Everyone turned to him like he had lost his mind but he simply shook his head. "Nothing halfway, Carletes. Nothing halfway."

Logan/Oscar

hopelessly devoted by indyd | T | 7.6k

Oscar is upset when he learns that his old bodyguard has been replaced. He gradually finds himself developing a different sort of attachment to Logan, his new guard. Logan's quiet devotion and the pair's mutual respect for one another in this story is just lovely. The relationship develops very gradually. I would love to read more of this story if the author is ever so inclined.

“I’m sorry,” Oscar interrupted his train of thought. He sounded miserable and, when Logan looked again at him, he looked miserable too. “Why?” Logan asked, feeling guilt overtake him. He’d been thinking horrific, inappropriate things while Oscar sat there, sad. He’d never seen Oscar look quite so sad, “It’s nothing to apologize for. You can’t help what you like.” Oscar blinked, then a bittersweet smile scrawled its way across his lips. Logan would take that smile, even such a weak one as this. “Stop being so nice,” Oscar sighed, “‘s too easy to misunderstand.”

George/Alex

all i do is try, try, try by @hrhgeorgerussell | T | 13.3k

Alex is the Prince of Wales, George is still an F1 driver. They have a relationship, but Alex withdraws when he realises that his royal duties will make it impossible. George is heartbroken and internalises the issue, thinking if he can just be more successful at his sport, Alex will want him. The stifling nature of Alex's existence as a royal, the longing from George's side, and the seeming impossibility of their relationship are all great royal AU themes. George's blaming himself for not being "good enough" feels very authentic.

George does not speak at first, and Alex is suddenly scared. He braces himself, prepared for the worst, about to tell him how proud he is and how well he drove despite everything. Nothing could have prepared him. “It's like there's glass in my lungs, Alex. It feel like there's glass inside me. Something's broken."

Charles/Seb

nsfw: the house by the sea by @hungriestheidi | M | 46.7k | wip

Charles is the Prince of Monaco, and Seb is his bodyguard. This story is incredible. Charles is such a compelling main character: despite being surrounded by people, there's a loneliness and a distance to those around him that is so beautifully explored. The unfurling of their attraction to each other is a joy to read. I love this fic!

'Sebastian is invisible most times. People don’t seem to notice he’s there until he believes a threat can take place. Charles spends hours wandering the streets of Monaco without feeling overwhelmed, it’s almost like he’s walking alone until someone stops him for a chat and the steady presence of his bodyguard makes itself known, a hand carefully pushing away the stranger’s arm.'

this list was compiled by @lydia-petze and @boxboxbrioche

[purlpeiris]

Rose's Day of Asks - the sequel

Hope you are recovering well from what we all just had to endure. And in the spirit of happier things. What have been your favourite qls this year? (it's my first time in your inbox so excuse the more bland question, I promise I'll do better next time)

Rose💛

Ah thank you Rose. I’m happy to join in with this.

Fave QLs from this year so far…

I feel like I’ve loved many many series this year. Some I’ve been a bit disappointed by something in them but not enough to stop me liking them a lot.

If you’d asked me half way through ep 11 of Last Twilight it would have made it into my favourites list. But I hated the end of that episode and i disliked the overall end of the show so it got kicked off the list.

But getting to the actual list,

Time of Fever - I adored it. Even though it made me sob to the point I had to pause for a break because I couldn’t see the subtitles. And even though I didn’t get the post ULS scenes I desperately wanted, I loved it so much. The chemistry was great, I liked the pacing, I liked the scenery and the lighting and pretty much everything about it. I’ve said this approximately one million times by now but I just want a sequel set after ULS, a whole series or even a one off episode will do. I need them to get a concrete happy ending. But even without a sequel if I take it as a standalone series that ends back at the sea the ending was hopeful enough that I’d happily rewatch.

Love for Love’s Sake - I don’t think I found a single fault. I loved that it was different. I found the leads interesting, the story made me want to watch as soon as new eps were released, the ending made me smile so much. Overall just brilliant.

Blue Boys - I just really enjoyed the chemistry and the kisses and how it wasn’t too thinky and it didn’t make me sad. Sometimes I just need something short, light and easy to watch and Blue Boys was that.

At 25:00 in Akasaka - I’ve not done a full rewatch yet, because every time I log into Gaga to start I end up just watching the last episode. I’ve lost count now how many times I’ve seen it. I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m so drawn to it either. It just makes me happy.

Perfect Propose - I found it perfect, well almost. It would have been slightly improved by one more episode but I always think that when I love something and don’t want it to end, even when the story is completed. I liked both mains. I liked how Hiro changed his life and didn’t just accept that he’d be stuck in a miserable work/life balance situation that he hated for the rest of his life. I also loved the playful ending from the cramp to the tomatoes to Kai teasing about the texting. It left me happy.

Happy of the End - It was hard to watch and I didn’t “enjoy” it but it compelled me to keep watching in the hope that these broken men would find love together. I’m glad the ending was the way it was. I see the arguments that the series could have ended without them meeting again and I think that would have worked, but I don’t tend to enjoy completely non happy endings especially in QL stories because real life can be shit enough and I find a fictional life with a little hope is more satisfying.

Dead Friend Forever - I’ve just realised that I’m adding a series with a non happy ending to my favourites list despite what I just said about endings. I clearly can’t be trusted with my opinions! It’s still there though. Mainly because it was a break from the norm, I was intrigued the whole way through and I liked that everyone was at least a little bit messed up. I don’t even know what would have constituted a happy ending for any of them.

City of Stars - it was sweet, I liked everyone in it. It’s on my favourite list as an easy enjoyable watch with decent chemistry and a not annoying ending, which seemed to be rare this year.

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama - I’ve checked and MDL said it ended Jan 1st so technically it’s on the favourites of 2024 list. It was a very fun, silly, cute way to spend a few hours. I adored it so much that I got my partner to rewatch it with me about a month ago and I was really pleased she also liked it.

The On1y One - I’m adding this one because I loved it. I thought the actors were really good. It was slow, but I think airing two eps a week helped it not feel quite as slow because instead of lasting three months we’ve seen it all in six weeks. I might be disappointed and change my mind if we never get a series two, and I would have liked it to end on a happier note but as I just discussed with @ellsieee the ending could have been sadder and overall it’s not stopped me liking the series as a whole. I do feel like I’m going to have to read the novel because my patience is not strong enough for the wait.

This last one wasn’t out this year, and it’s not a series, but I’ve got no GLs on the list and as a queer woman I feel like this is letting myself down, so I’m cheating and adding this to my favourites list because I (re)watched it this year:

Summerland (2020) - A film about a reclusive queer unmarried writer who takes in an evacuee boy during the Second World War. It was so good. The ending was a little contrived and I saw it coming a little while before it happened but it was still feel good and happy and hopeful and comforting. I loved it.

Ok, that got long so I’m not thinking about any more series that I loved from this year.

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Hi Nattie!! I am once again in your inbox asking very nicely for a dayasco prompt, bonus points if it's for the highschool au (sorry Jas) :) i think 7 (late night walks) or 18 (fairground) could be cute, or a combination of both 🥰

lina i will always answer the call for dayasco and highschool au and we'll definitely get a combination for this one so i hope you enjoy!! ----

"Now can you tell me where we're going?" Daya asked, looking out the car window and then to her girlfriend. All day she'd gotten texts from Bosco telling her that she had a surprise after school and nothing else. That is the point of a surprise, she supposed but something had to be going on with how excited they were.

Bosco grinned, her sunglasses over her eyes as she turned into a parking lot. "I can do a lot better than tell you. I'll show you." She got out and opened Dayas door, making the taller girl blush before they walked down a gravel path.

They held each others hand, swinging them absentmindedly as the dark sky was above them with little pinprick stars.

It still felt surreal that she was dating Bosco, the girl she had the biggest crush on for forever. She got to say she was her girlfriend and they could be the couple now in the hallways giggling and holding hands and be disgustingly cute. It was everything and more than what she imagined.

"Alright, we're here." Bosco grinned, pulling Dayas hand as the path lit up with colorful lights and the sounds of carnival games. The taller girl blinked before smiling widely, taking in all of the games and booths covered in a variety of prizes.

"What's this?"

"You said you've never had someone win you a carnival prize so we're not leaving here until I win you the biggest stuffed animal they got here." They said, smiling at her. "Let's look around." She held her hand out for Daya, waiting as the girl looked at her with wide eyes.

Fuck why was she so emotional right now? She nodded, taking Bosco's hand as they walked around, trying to gather herself as they looked around to try and find a prize she liked. They turned the corner and found one with dinosaur plushies in a variety of colors, all sitting on display. She immediately locked eyes on them and Bosco noticed, smiling before going to game and handing some tickets for some softballs to knock down the bottles.

“One dinosaur, coming up.” She winked before throwing the first ball.

After about $30 to some teenager working the booth, Bosco finally knocked down all of the milk bottles. “Yes!” They cheered, seeing Daya rush over to her and kiss her hard.

She picked out a black dinosaur, claiming it looked like Bosco which got some laughs. “Now we have to name our son.” Daya said, sipping on some lemonade as they walked.

“You have full naming power, baby.” Bosco smiled, her hands in her pocket.

“Hmm.” Daya thought. “How about Fendi?”

“Fendi it is.” She chuckled, starting to walk back. Her hand came out of her pocket, grazing Dayas before holding gently. They walked for a bit in silence, the noises of the fairground fading away.

“You know you didn’t have to do all of that for me.” Daya said, holding Boscos hand tightly as they walked. “It was a lot of money you spent.”

“I wanted to, baby.” Bosco looked over at her, smiling softly. “I would’ve spent forever getting you your prize. You deserve it.”

Daya smiled back, stopping for a moment before kissing her girlfriend again, softer and smiling against her lips. “You’re my prize.”

Bosco smiled, kissing her nose. “Softie.” She chuckled, lacing their fingers together again as they continued their walk, stars overhead and happier as can be.

[ruelpsen]

heyyyy, it's writing anon :D sorry it took me so long but I do have some more salem/vesper shenanigans

enjoy!

"That's quite a few wrappers you got there."

Vesper looked up from his laptop to see his partner in the doorframe of the living room. He'd been slaving away, planning shifts for the upcoming week with what little staff he had on his hands. Honestly, with how focused he had been, the fae hadn't noticed how how much time had gone by. ... Or how much he'd eaten. It was all sugary stuff, he hadn't given entirely into his cravings for human food he knew for a fact he shouldn't eat but that didn't really seem to matter considering how stuffed he felt even in sweatpants.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I uh- urp oh god, sorry. Just got carried away here..." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly extremely aware of how full and bloated his belly was. Salem made their way over to the couch, shoving aside a few wrappers to make space to sit down." You've been working here for a while now, don't you think it's time to take a break?" Vesper put a hand on his swollen tummy, trying to ease some of the pressure.

"No, I just hic gotta finish this. Mh... Don't feel so g- uuuupoooorrrp good though..." He could feel himself turning red from embarrassment. "Sorry..." Salem though, could not look happier. "Oh darling, I think it is time for a break." They shut his laptop and put it on the coffee table before moving to straddle him. The human absolutely towered over him as it was but in this position, it was even mit obvious. "How about I help you a little with not feeling too good?"

Before he could respond, their hands replaced his on his belly but instead of rubbing, they pressed down on it. At first it was just a little, as if Salem was scouting out his stomach until they seemed to find something that interested them." I can feel the air moving in there... Well, I suppose that's what you get from always eating so fast. Lucky you have me.", they teased. Vesper frowned, wanting to respond something but instead when he opened his mouth, all that come out was a deep, sloppy belch that seemed to go on forever.

"Yeah, just like that honey. I bet you'll feel so much better when we get all that gas out your belly." His face was growing hot from embarrassment but his partner seemed more than happy about this whole situation. "I-I think you can stop with thaaaauuUUUOOOORRRRrrrp-" He cut himself off mid-sentence but what was way more jarring to him was the way Salem moaned at it.

In fact, it had caught him so off-guard that he didn't even have time to close his mouth before they leaned in to kiss him. His partner pressed down on his belly again, causing him to burp right into their mouth and only turning them on more with it. The human's hips twitched forward, grinding into his lap. Salem drew in a sharp breath as they pulled back, biting their lip sharply.

"Fuck... Sometime I'll need you to chug some soda and give me head, that'd be so hot...", they muttered half to themself. The fae was still felt himself burning up but he could barely focus on that with his partner looking so fucking horny. "I still can't believe this- hic- gets you going- Uuurrp-!"

They pressed down on his stomach again, listening to the belch trailing off into a moan of relief.

"Just let me enjoy this for a little, will you, sweetheart?"

Seeing this in my inbox made me so very happy! What an excellent followup to the first one you sent...

[drewstcrkey]

Murder On My Mind : Rafe Cameron .

Summary : you and rafe have been dating for just over a year, although you were friends long beforehand. you show up to tanneyhill to apologize for insighting an argument a few nights before but what you overhear once there seems much more important than some teenage argument. Pairing : rafe cameron x kook!reader Warnings : swearing, mentions of murder Word Count : 1.9k A/N : okay hi guys! i'm back! i know i have requests in the inbox and a series to continue but i haven't written in a while? and well, i wanted to get the rust off with a quick little one shot. i know it's kind of bad and unedited but what comes next will be better i promise xx

You knew Sarah was on the cut with John B tonight, proving to be the best time to go and try to hash things out with her older brother. After all, you could only go so long without talking to the Cameron boy. He was your best friend and lover all in one. You'd always been known as a rather happy girl around the Outer Banks but when you were with Rafe you seemed to be happier than what many even presumed could be possible.

Grabbing you keys from the stand in the foyer you turned to your parents in the kitchen. "I'll be back in a little," you smiled, holding your keys up as you rushed to the door. Already slipping out of the grand plantation home before either one of them could attempt to protest.

Hopping in your white jeep wrangler, smiling to yourself as you revved the engine. The idea of seeing Rafe after a few days making you instantly question why you were even mad at him in the first place.

The Cameron's wasn't all that far from your residence, so the drive was short. Likely for the best, not allowing you time to grew nervous. Sure, you hadn't reached out to Rafe since the fight but neither did he. What if he didn't miss you like he missed you? You shook the thought away, already making your way towards the front door. Normally you would just walk into the house, Rafe and Sarah often doing the same when visiting you but tonight felt a little different. So you rung the doorbell, waiting anxiously with your fingers intertwined with one another. The door swung open revealing a skeptical looking Wheezie.

"Why-" before she could start her usual line of questioning, you cut her off, already looking past the younger girl.

"Is Rafe here?" You asked, already stepping into the house, as Wheezie side stepped to allow you in.

"Yeah, he's upstairs," she started, you were already making your way up the stairs in unison with her words.

"But i don't think-" she let her hands fall to her sides in defeat once she noticed you were already out of sight. "I don't think he can talk right now," she mumbled to herself, before making her way back over to the living room, to finish whatever showed she was invested in before your arrival.

You opened the door to your boyfriends room to just to find an empty room, your brows furrowing together in confusion. Did Wheezie lie to you? Before you could go confront Wheezie you heard shouting coming from down the hall.

"Ward?" You mumbled to yourself, walking over to the closed door. Ward's office on the other end.

"It was only a matter of time," the voice sounding much like Rose's. You put your ear closer to the door to get a more clear range of the twos conversation. You had always been a rather nosy girl, your parents always told you it'd get you into trouble sooner or later.

"Not now," Ward groans, clearly anxious.

"Then when, Ward? What if he does something like this again? I'm not going down for him. I won't lie for him," Rose's voice going up a few octaves. Your bloody boiling a bit at the way Rose spoke about Rafe. She'd never really liked Rafe, everyone knew that and because of how obvious she made her feeling for him you never really cared for the women.

"He's my son!" Ward shouted back.

"He murdered someone...not just anybody either," you immediately froze at Rose's words. There was no way. Yeah, you knew he had some demons much to your dismay if often resulted in him getting into fights but this?

"Y/N," you heard a husky voice coo from behind you. Quickly whipping around to find your boyfriend. The murderer, if you asked Rose.

"Rafe... hi," you choked out, running your hands through your hair as you tried to process what you just heard.

"What're you doing here, sweetheart," ruffling his wet hair with his towel as he motioned you to follow him into his room. You followed him, despite wanting to hear more of the conversation between Rose and Ward.

"Uh, i came to talk you," you told him, standing at the door to his room awkwardly. He looked at you confused, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. You normally made yourself comfortable on his bed within seconds of walking into the dimly lit room, so you statuesque stance was certainly abnormal.

"Talk to me about what?" Dropping his towel and tossing it into the laundry basket, grabbing the boxers the he likely laid out on his bed before hoping int the shower and pulling them on, not before you could get a couple moments in of gawking at the godly physique you often found yourself under.

"Like what you see?" he chuckled, peeking over at you, before slipping on sweatpants and a tan striped t-shirt.

Yes. You thought to yourself.

You gave him a small smile as he made his way over to you, his blue orbs searching yours.

"I've missed you," his voice was much more sentimental than it had been. His hand finding it usual place on your cheek. You leaned into his palm for a moment before Rose's words rang through your ears. He murdered someone. Gulping down what help like a golf ball, you pushed a smile onto your face.

"I missed you too, baby," it was the truth you did miss him, but these weren't necessarily the circumstances you expected to be having this conversation in. Standing face to face with the man you loved who may or may not have killed someone. Before you could say anything else, his lips collided with yours, a hungry kiss that you reciprocated. His arms wrapping around your waist as he lifted you up off the floor slightly.

He murdered someone. Sang in your ears once again.

"Stop," you mumbled into his lips, "stop, stop," you cried out, shoving him away from you. Rafe stumbled back, leaving a rather big space between the two of you. The look on his face flashed with annoyance, then sadness.

"Do you not want me to touch you or something?" He sighed, plopping down on the foot of his bed, shaking his head in frustration. "You can't still be mad at me..."

You didn't respond. You didn't know what to say. Part of you wanted to run out the front door, get in your car and go back home to your parents. Forget tonight ever even happened. If you were lucky, you'd wake up and realize it was all just a bad dream. Then before you could even realize what you were saying, your mouth was moving.

"Who was it?" Your voice was a bit stern. Something Rafe only really ever experienced with you at parties when you tried to pull him away from the white powder that often ruled his nights.

"What?" He looked at you confused, his face said it all, he didn't appreciate your accusatory tone.

"I heard Rose and Ward..." you breathed, "who was it Rafe?" His face dropped at the sound of your words. In an instant you regretted bringing it up, letting him know you knew.

"Y/N, i don't know what your talking about..." he was now standing, his head shaking slightly at you. He wanted to believe you were talking about something else, he was praying you were talking about something else.

"I think you do," you nodded, pools beginning to form in your eyes.

"Y/N..." his voice was low, as he slowly started toward you. Your body immediately taking a couple steps back, only for you to find yourself pushed up against the door.

"Rafe," your voice almost inaudible, as the tears finally rushed down your warm cheeks.

"Baby, listen to me," he pleaded, allowing a small amount of space between the two of you. Knowing putting his hands on you in this moment wouldn't get him any where.

"Did you do it?" you were able to choke out. Your eyes now searching his, they gave him away before he could so much as open his mouth.

"Oh my god," you breathed out, frantically grabbing at the door knob and slipping out of his room.

"Y/N!" Rafe called out, running after you, before you could so much as make your way down the stairs he wrapped you up in his arms hushing you until you brought you back into his room.

"Rafe let me the fuck go," you squirmed your way out of his grasp. Stumbling onto his bed, once his hands where off of you.

"Will you stop!" He shouted, running his hands through his already tousled hair. Trying to think. You just stayed where you were, tears still streaming as the boy you loved seemingly morphed into a monster right before your eyes.

"I didn't mean to," he said through gritted teeth. "I was trying to help my dad," he continued, "i saved him."

"Me," he said digging his finger into his chest.

"Rafe..." you mumbled, your eyes softening on the boy before you. He seemingly was shape shifting with every word that came out, now turning from a monster to the lost boy you often saw when he was being berated by his father.

"Y/N... i didn't mean to," he breathed out, tears welling up in his eyes.

You found yourself getting up from the stop you'd manage to find some sort of comfort in, making your way over to Rafe. Your hands holding his face in between them.

"Okay...okay, i'm listening," you breathed out the shock and fear that initially coursed through your body. If there was one thing the boy before you could do well was make you putty in his hands. This moment only proved that further. Any sane person would scream or call the cops, but instead you stood there ready to hear the boy you loved out.

"Come on," you dropped your hands from his face, not before thumbing away the tears that threatened to stain his now red cheeks. Taking his hands in yours as you pulled him over to his bed, the two of you sitting side by side as you waiting for him to explain the events that took place.

How the sheriff had a gun pointed at his dad. How he wanted her to make it to the hospital in time but she didn't. How he was just trying to help his dad get out of a bad situation. None of it was okay. That you were sure of, but there was one more thing you were sure as the boy now laid his head in your your hands massaging through his hair - you didn't want to see him go down for this.

"We'll figure this out," you mumbled, kissing his temple as your brain was finally able to process everything he'd just told you.

"We?" His eyes fixated on you now.

"You and me against the world, remember?" You reminded him, a comforting smile coming to your face.

"Y/N..." he shook his head slightly, not wanting you to have anything to do with this.

"Rafe, stop." You huffed, "i love you, this doesn't change that," you assured him.

He couldn't help but let a small smile come to his face at the sound of your words. No one had ever shown him this much love in his life. He was sure this would be the breaking point for you. It should've been and he knew that.

[dandeliononthemoon]

Happy new year everyone!

I hope that for every one of you this year brings you, good health, happiness and financial stability. I hope you all will have the strength to keep finding joy in all sorts of things. I hope you all keep finding the strength to keep going, and i am so proud for how far y'all came. You should be proud too

I truly wish the best for y'all <3

This year has been amazing in many ways and one of them is having you guys around here, especially

@onetimetwotimesthreetimess, your writing is amazing , like i am obsessed, and even though i have temporarily stopped reading and writing for a bit, you make me miss it and start it up again.

@literallytypogod , i am so glad that i am mutuals with you here, i can talk about all sorts of odia things and obviously TSC and that combo makes it amazing. And obviously your writing!! I love to see your stuff and i enjoy them immensely

@delightfullyterrible , i don't know what to say. Here, have my heart <3

@wildegremlin , you and i both have been on and off here and that is probably why it makes me happier to sometimes see you in my inbox. i am just glad that we still have some interactions and i hope we keep that going

@potato-jem , when i found out that you are familiar with kpop, that made me so happy because i could talk about how similar some artists (GOT7) are to some characters of tsc. You basically helped me through my obsession (it is ongoing btw) I am just glad you put up with my asks about them <3

Unfortunately i havent been really active here, but i do miss it here. I miss interacting with y'all, all of my moots and anyone else that came across my posts, and nerding about everything and anything

I'll make sure to be here more often

Maybe i will even publish some stuff here, who knows

[thefactsofthematter]

break up sprace!

ohohoho it’s time! this ask has been in my inbox for like a year, but i went digging for inspiration, and here we are. 

here’s an ao3 link if that’s your style, but this one’s pretty short, so the full fic is under the cut here. it’s about 3k words, modern au, and heavily inspired by a certain song by miss taylor swift ;) swifties let me know if you pick up what it is!

tw: breakup (obviously, given the prompt), and a short scene that depicts a manic episode and psychosis - not things i’ve ever experienced, so they’re not explored in too much detail, but they are part of the plot here. a character has schizoaffective disorder and i’ve tried to write it as truthfully and respectfully as possible.

all that being said, please enjoy!!!

- 

Anthony Higgins isn't sure why he came to the train station.

He's not going anywhere just yet, and he and Sean aren't technically together anymore, so it's weird that he's here. It would have been weirder, he thinks, to have said goodbye at the hotel, or to have gone to bed and let Sean sneak out silently. Coming along here was the least he could do, after singlehandedly ruining the trip.

"At least it'll be quiet," he offers, finally cutting through the awkward silence in their little corner of the platform. "It was so busy on the way here. Seems like the night train will be emptier. That might be nice."

Sean shrugs. His breath is visible in the cold, midnight air.

"I guess. I'm not sure which is worse, honestly— being caught up in a crowd, or surrounded by people trying to sleep. Both are, like... isolating, y'know?"

Anthony nods. If Sean had much of a way with words, it might be poetic. He doesn't, though, so it's just as perfectly blunt as ever. That's what Anthony loved about him at first— his incessant ability to say things exactly as he sees them.

The silence returns, both of them looking up at the clock at the same time to see that the train should be here any minute. Sean will leave, Anthony will stick around a few more days— he's here for work, collaborating with some PhD researchers from a different university, but Sean had surprised him by getting the time off to come along and make a little holiday out of it. What a lovely time they've ended up having.

"I'm sorry," Anthony finds himself saying, after a moment. When the train comes, they'll truly be over, and he'll lose his chance to say anything. "I really, really am. I'll miss you so much."

Sean just nods. Maybe he's thinking of something to say, or maybe he's run out of words somehow, but they're pressed for time so Anthony barrels on.

"You'll find someone who can love you the way you deserve, and you'll be so much happier. I-"

"Stop." Sean cuts him off. He sighs and pinches-slash-rubs the bridge of his nose, in that way that he does when he's stressed. "I'm gonna hear enough of that from everyone at home. Just... just leave it, okay? We didn't work out. That's fine. You don't have to pacify me."

Anthony swallows whatever else he was going to say.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Sean takes a deep breath.

"Maybe you should just go. You have work in the morning. You don't have to wait with me."

It's a gentle rejection, but it hurts nonetheless.

He supposes it can't hurt nearly as much as how he'd rejected Sean hours earlier tonight: after his big romantic speech, down on one knee, Anthony had simply stared at him with no idea how to say no to that big, life-changing question. His silence had spoken for itself, and one knee had turned to two, with Sean literally begging him to think about the wonderful life they could make for themselves together, and how marriage wouldn't even have to change that much about their relationship but it would be so special to him as a milestone, and—

Anthony had been planning to break up with him already, and their very different ideas of what they wanted their future to look like had cemented it. If they were to live out Sean's dream of settling down away from the city and eventually adopting kids, Anthony wouldn't be happy. If they kept living life at Anthony's pace— fast, hectic, and always one commitment too busy— Sean wouldn't be happy. There was no way to square that circle without someone getting hurt, and with their thirties slowly and steadily encroaching on them, it was time to call it quits.

He'd slowly shaken his head, unable to find words, and he's quite sure he'd watched the very moment Sean's heart shattered— as if it was made of glass, and Anthony had so carelessly dropped it.

They were in a park, going for a walk after having an early dinner, and there were a few people around, watching from a distance. It was humiliating, knowing he probably looked like a downright villain, being so cold as to turn down the sweetest declaration of love. If he would've said yes, there probably would've been applause— maybe the curious onlooker working at the ice cream stand would've even given them a congratulatory treat. They'd be celebrating right now, not waiting here for the train that Sean had booked as soon as they got back to the hotel, grabbing a last-minute ticket to get home (and away from his not-fiancé) as quickly as possible.

As much as this hurts right now, Anthony sincerely hopes he's saved them both some pain in the long run. A failed marriage would end up far more complicated and difficult than a failed proposal, so it's better that they ended things before they got in too deep.

"You're right," he sighs. "I'll go. Have a safe trip home, okay?"

Sean smiles, and it might be a little forced, but he's not one to fake his emotions. He tells it like it is, so he really must be feeling the bittersweetness of all this. They might not be staying in a relationship, but they'll still care about each other as time goes on. They're thoroughly intertwined in each other's lives, after seven years of dating and a wonderful friendship established before that, and there's enough understanding between them that they'll probably still be friends for a very long time.

"I'll try." He pauses, and they both look down the tracks as the train becomes audible. It must be close. "Take care of yourself, Racer."

Anthony had been pretty confident he wasn't going to cry tonight, but that old nickname is enough to get a lump to form in his throat. Sean is one of the only people who still uses it, the ridiculous name he'd gone by in college.

There's a million reasons Anthony hates being called by his first name— Sean knows them all at this point— and he hates it even more when it's shortened to Tony, or worse, Ant. He goes by his middle name, Elliot, at work these days, and he's fine with colleagues calling him Eli, but he's not sure if it truly fits. The stupid college nickname is the only one that feels like coming home, like he really does know who he is, and the fact that Sean gave it to him is a big part of that.

He's got nothing more to say, so he smiles back at Sean, waves curtly, and leaves. He hears the train pull up behind him, but he doesn't look back.

Maybe he'll go crack the fancy bottle of Dom Perignon champagne that's sitting uselessly in their hotel room—meant to be popped in celebration, a preemptive engagement gift from Sean's siblings— and drink his problems away.

-

"Apparently this building used to be an asylum. Spooky."

Spot has stopped to read a sign as they carry boxes into Race's new dorm— graduate housing at a new school, for him to start working on his master's degree in just a few days.

"Fitting," Race chuckles, with a roll of his eyes. "It must be made for me, then."

Spot laughs at that, loud and bright, like he hadn't been expecting the dryly-delivered joke. It's a fresh wound of sorts, Race's stint as a psychiatric inpatient less than a year ago, but one they're both able to laugh about now. One of the best ways Race has found to keep pushing forward is to avoid taking himself too seriously— it's easier to joke about things like this than it is to dwell on them.

"Do you think your roommate will be here yet?" Spot asks, done with the sign and continuing down the hallway.

"Maybe." Race pauses. "I think I'll introduce myself as Elliot. You're sure it's not weird to just start using my middle name all of a sudden?"

"Lots of people do it," Spot replies. "You've got a middle name for a reason, so if you like it better, why not use it? And besides, you're starting a new chapter with new people, so this is the best time to make the switch. If you realize you don't like it, we can brainstorm something else."

He's going to miss Spot's constant reassuring presence— though he'll only be a little over an hour away, going to nursing school in another city. He had a big moment of realization after finishing his finance degree last year, that while the world of business and office jobs and stocks was somewhere he'd probably thrive professionally, he didn't actually have any passion for it. He was terrified of getting trapped in a job that made him dread going to work, so he finally took the leap of faith to follow the part of him that loves helping people more than anything. He's going to be an amazing nurse, Race can already tell.

"Elliot," Race repeats to himself, feeling how it rolls off his tongue, and finding himself wearing a tentative smile. "I think it'll work."

"Do you want me to start calling you that too?" Spot asks. They stop outside the door with Race's room number on it. "It'll take some getting used to, but I can do it. Do you like Eli for short at all?"

Race shrugs, balancing a box of clothes on his hip while fishing in his pocket for his key card.

"I think Eli would be alright, but I don't mind you calling me Race. It was a college nickname, and we met in college, so that makes sense." He pauses, finally unlocking the door to reveal the empty room. "I guess I'm still technically in college now, but you know what I mean. Grad school is its own thing."

They walk in and set the boxes down on one of the beds— Race claims the left side of the room, as the first one here.

"I get it. I think I'll start just being Sean at school. I like going by Spot, but only with you and my family."

"You used to hate it," Race teases. "What changed?"

Spot, in all of his sappiness, takes a couple steps closer to wrap his arms around Race's waist, slipping under the fabric of the unbuttoned flannel overshirt that almost definitely belongs to him. Race, while taller, is much slighter than Spot, so the way they carry their weight so differently evens out and they can usually fit into each other's shirts just fine.

"You. I didn't like it much when Jack started calling me it, because he was picking on me for my freckles, but you thought it was cute, and it was always so sweet when you were saying it. It grew on me."

He rests his head on Race's chest for a moment, while Race hugs him back and squeezes tight.

"Jack's just mean," he chuckles. They both know Jack can be a lot, especially when he's teasing Spot in the way that all big brothers do, but he's always got good intentions and never pushes too far. If Spot had really been hurt by the nickname, he would've given it up immediately. "I love all your little spots. You're so pretty."

Spot hums contently.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

-

Race's first manic episode happens in the last semester of his senior year of undergrad.

He's working on an honours thesis, trying to get his physics research published, so at first the sudden burst of energy just feels helpful. He sleeps less, eats less, works harder, and finds himself in a better mood than usual. His friends notice, say he seems less stressed out, offer to go out more in the evenings, and he always says yes. For several weeks, he spends, drinks, and parties more than he should, but he justifies it with the thought that he's almost out of college, so he needs to live now at risk of growing old and boring.

One night, he pops a molly and a xan, does a line or two of coke off a bathroom counter in some random nightclub, and ends up stumbling home to Spot, who has apparently been calling him for hours. It's a Tuesday, and he's got class in the morning. He's got homework due. Race wants to have sex, but Spot turns him down, and Race ends up so angry that he storms out and goes to the 24-hour campus library to finish his homework, still drunk and high. He doesn't sleep until the next night, and at some point in the day in between, he spends a hundred and eighty dollars on a fancy cologne as an apology gift for Spot (which he forgets to give him) and plans for a weekend trip to Florida because he's got the urge to go to the beach.

In the morning, Spot finds him on the floor of the shower, screaming and scratching his legs raw because he's sure there's bugs crawling on him, under his skin.

"They're eating me," he gasps, while Spot tries desperately to hold him still and calm him down. "I have to get them out! Don't fucking touch me, they'll get all over you too!"

"Okay. Help is coming, Racer," Spot breathes, panicked but somehow holding it together. "I called an ambulance. They're gonna come deal with the bugs for you, okay? You're gonna be alright, but you have to stop scratching. You're making yourself bleed."

Obviously, the ambulance isn't coming for the bugs— it's coming because Race is hallucinating so intensely that he's self-harming and losing touch with reality— but he doesn't know that in the moment. He genuinely believes he's being eaten alive.

"No!" Spot is holding his hands together, and Race squirms desperately to get away. He needs to get the bugs out from under his skin before they climb up his body and start eating his brain. He kicks his legs and strains against Spot's grip. "Get off of me! Get off! You're trying to kill me!"

The official diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder comes about a week later, after he's been forced into a psych ward. It's the nasty intersection of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, which is why his manic episode built up into full-blown psychosis. Despite how intense the last few weeks have felt, his case is ruled fairly mild, and he's told that some mood stabilizers and antipsychotics should help him live a normal life. It's probably always been part of his brain, but the stress of this final semester was enough to trigger it into action.

The first time Spot is allowed to visit, Race hugs him and cries the whole time, apologizing for how awful he's been acting lately, while Spot apologizes for not noticing sooner that something was wrong. They both insist that the other doesn't need to be sorry, and come to the conclusion that all is forgiven.

"I'll see you soon," Spot says, when it's time for him to go. "Come home to me when you're ready. It's no rush. Focus on getting better."

And in that moment, Race realizes that after a year or so of dating, Spot has become his home. It feels good.

-

"...and this is my little brother, Spot! He's a freshman."

Jack gestures to the kid sitting across from him at their table in the library. Anthony had been looking for somewhere to study, noticed his roommate from last year sitting with some unfamiliar guy and a free seat right next to him, so he's opted to sit down and make a new friend.

"Spot? Is that really your name?"

The guy rolls his eyes.

"It's Sean. Jack's got this whole thing about nicknames. It's ridiculous."

"I think it's cute," Anthony offers. "Because of the freckles— that's really sweet."

Spot cracks a smile at that.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Honestly, I kinda hate my name. I could get into a nickname, but it'd be corny to give myself one, so I'm waiting for something organic to come up that I can stick with."

"I'll brainstorm on my way to class," Jack cuts in, standing up. "I actually have to go right now, but I think you two will get along great. Don't have too much fun without me."

He's gone in a flash, and Anthony and Spot both laugh at his abrupt exit. This floor of the library is more of a student commons, always loud and busy, so they don't have to try to keep quiet.

"He's always on the move, isn't he?" Spot chuckles.

"I'm even worse," Anthony replies. "We were the best roommates ever last year because we were just never in our room— I'm a physics major, and I'm on the track team, so I'm basically running all over campus all day between classes, labs, and practice."

Spot looks at him for a moment, with an almost mischievous glint in his eye, and then cracks a grin.

"Racetrack. There's a nickname— since you're always running."

Anthony laughs.

"That's ridiculous and it barely makes sense, but I kind of love it. Anything's better than fucking Tony. It makes me feel like I should be running an Italian deli, or on the fucking Sopranos or something."

"I'll call you Racer for short. It sounds like a superhero name."

"Damn, we just met and I've already got a nickname for a nickname? I have a feeling we're gonna be good friends, Spotty."

"Me too, Racer. Wanna ditch the homework and go get coffee or something?"

"Absolutely. Lead the way."

-

He sits on the hotel room bed, alone. It feels so big it might just swallow him into the blankets. He's not sure he'd mind if it did.

Sean is probably most of the way back to New York by now. It's not that far from Philly— it's especially quick by rail, which is why Race is out here to work with his colleagues at UPenn so often. If he didn't have such a love for the pure chaos that is Manhattan, maybe he'd move here eventually.

He rubs his hands over his face. He might've just made the greatest mistake of his life. Maybe he could've been happy with married life— maybe settling down would be good for him, help him somehow.

He still wouldn't be able to make Sean fully happy, though, even if he did find himself content with their marriage. No adoption agency is going to give a child to someone with a history of violent psychotic episodes— he's only had two in the course of his whole life, but they're on his medical record, which he knows would be checked, and the slim but ever-present chance of another one arising someday is enough to disqualify him from ever getting to be a parent. He loses touch with reality, he hurts the people he loves, and it's not safe to put a child at risk.

He knows Sean would tell him it's okay, that he'd take the heartbreak and put it away somewhere that no one would see it, but it wouldn't be fair to him. Being a father is one of his biggest dreams, and marrying Anthony would rip that away. Love isn't fair, it seems.

He takes a deep, shaky breath. His therapist has always told him that focusing on his inhales and exhales is the best thing to do when the world feels out of control.

He loves Sean enough to let him go. That's what this is. There'll never be a day that Anthony and Sean— Race and Spot— don't love each other in some capacity. They'd talked about that earlier, while Sean was booking his ticket home.

They'll be okay. They just weren't meant to be. That's alright. Not everyone is.

[rowansparrow]

(stcrmhond) i’ve been sooooo full of feels about rose & cyare & rex in a possible no-empire/“happy” ending au, especially with camilla & cassia!! do you have any specific daydreams/headcanons for any aspects of that au that you haven’t written about or published yet? 🥰

i have so many questions about gol’chek, but i feel like most of them are a “wait and see where the story takes us” situation! maybe - what were some of the more fluffy/happy memories/things he did with ju’lah during their time traveling through space together in the bounty hunter years?

i love your ocs & this fic universe you’ve created SO MUCH - i would and i will eagerly read anything and everything you want to share about them, prompt or not 🥰

so excited for the halo update!!! i hope you are doing well 💗💕

(Ask Game: Send me asks about my OCs or the BAON Universe!)

My original plan was to do a whole "Happy AU" Spin-off series (@djarrex, my beta reader, and I named it the REU, which stood for Rose Extended Universe lol) but tbh we ended up making it SUPER depressing and with the way my mental health has been I'm not sure I'll ever get around to really writing it aside from small drabbles here and there.

And you can ALWAYS come into my inbox to ask questions! Seriously, nothing makes me happier than getting asks about my stories, so even if you think it might be spoiler-y, feel free to ask! If it's got spoilers in the answer I'll just tell you to stay tuned.

As for your question about fluffy things Gol'Chek and Ju'Lah did during the bounty hunting years...

Ju'Lah had PLENTY of nightmares, especially there at the beginning, so she slept with Gol'Chek pretty much every night. He would stroke her hair and sing or hum softly to her, usually the Cymruun lullaby he sang to her in WBIT.

If they had extra money (which was rare) they'd go to a cantina or diner for actual food that wasn't rations. Ju'Lah was always excited to try new things, it was one of the few times she seemed like an actual kid. She'd hold the too-big menu in her little hands and ask a bazillion questions and pronounce things wrong, and she'd ask to try whatever Gol'Chek got. He's a good sport, and usually set aside half his food for her, partially because he didn't want her going hungry and partially because he knew she'd want to try some.

He teaches her Mando'a words a lot too. He'd have her practice speaking/writing it, and would sometimes call out words to her while he flew the ship and she'd color a picture to go along with the word. It was like being homeschooled.

Speaking of coloring, Ju'Lah LOVES painting. Gol was always trying to get his hands on sheets of flimsi and paints whenever he could so she could paint or color while on board the Cord. The ceiling of the hull is COVERED in her handprints/finger paintings. She wanted to be able to lay on her bunk and look up at them, to be reminded of the cave drawings back on Gyatta. It made her feel at home.

I know Life Day is technically a post-Empire holiday, but it was FOR SURE around and celebrated pre-Empire too, so hear me out: Ju'Lah's people didn't celebrate the same holidays as most sentients, so she had no idea what Life Day was until Gol'Chek told her about it. She got VERY excited, and worked VERY hard on her present to Gol'Chek (she'd folded several pieces of flimsi into the shape of the Gol'Chek flower from the mountains and presented them to him) and Gol'Chek took her to an actual Diner for Life Day dinner, and when they got back she found a specialized Datapad and stylus on her bunk so she could draw digitally. It had taken Gol'Chek awhile to find a good one, but once he did, he kept it hidden until he could give it to her for Life Day. She still has it.

[todomitoukei]

dabihawks freaks are cancer for shipping an abusive murderer with his victim Dabi deserves to fucking die and you all should never reproduce

Hi pal!! So glad to see turning on anon after a couple of months would finally let insecure people feel comfortable enough to embarrass themselves in my inbox<3

Just a couple of notes:

One, I don't ship dabihwks. I know my username might be misleading, although most people don't even realize what it's referring to until I explain it. Anyway, I don't ship them anymore so you're like... 3 years late? Holy shit that's a long time wtf.

Two, please don't use the word "cancer" like that. Around 10 million people die from cancer each year, so it's incredibly disrespectful to use it as an insult when it's a serious disease that so many people suffer from. I would argue that referring to other people as "freaks" and "cancer" for shipping two fictional adult characters is, in fact, worse than shipping two fictional adult characters.

Three, ummm to be honest I'm not sure who the abusive murderer and who the victim is supposed to be? I mean both of them are murderers, but neither of them is abusive. They both are victims, though not of each other so again, I'm a little lost.

Four, "Dabi deserves to fucking die" is a little too subjective and displays some suppressed anger issues, which often stems from stress or depression and can lead to other issues, so whatever you've been dealing with - I hope you learn to cope and heal soon because being at a point where you aggressively wish for a fictional character to die is a little concerning, although I'm glad you're not taking it out on a real person - though sending anon hate is not it, either.

Five, I actually don't want kids so you and I both hope I'll never reproduce. Glad we can agree on something. It really goes to show that no matter what, you will always have something in common. On that same note, whoever reproduced only for you to end up being a cunt in someone else's inbox on the internet probably also wishes they had never reproduced, but I'm assuming you're already aware of these regrets and I want you to know that this blog is a safe space for people who don't have good relationships with their parents so feel free to have a look through my blog; there are plenty of posts discussing that and the negative impact abuse/trauma during childhood can have on kids who are still developing. Recognizing and acknowledging what's happened to you is the first step in being able to work through these issues and find coping/healing mechanisms that work for you and lead to a healthier, happier future.

Six, next time you decide to send me anon hate, please do a little more research since this didn't really feel like it should be sent to me? Makes me feel like you didn't even bother putting in the effort to actually hurt me and idk, I think I deserve for people to put in the effort.

Seven, just as a heads up - don't bother responding to this. I usually don't even respond to anon hate but it's been so long I received any that I figured, why not? But the next one will be blocked again :)

Anyway, good luck in your future and I hope you can find the resources to work towards healing. I believe in you!!

[stillness-in-green]

Heeey, It's one AFO's Jailbreakers!...Like I know, its late in the story and any intrigue they kinda had was sorta yanked down after the first three jobbed to Deku ('Sharptooth' and 'Sea Monster' don't have any naaames) for many...but I can't help but love these minor type of guys!~ They're the same as the Advisors to me...granted Hori seems to be keen on keeping the rest of their identities hidden up until now.

I do know we've seen the DreadlocksJailbreaker one, waaay back in the crowd shot in 343. I wonder if they or the guy with the umbrella, is Ghastly. I'm eager to see if Kunieda can put up a good fight against Aoyama before going down. His Quirk is interesting. Given that Kunieda mentioned Dictator 'wasn't given a second chance' I guess we can assume AFO knows where the captured villains are...but is actively choosing to not fack with them for now...for some reason. Or. at least, that's what he told Kunieda.

Heya @shockersalvage! A pleasure as always to have you in my inbox. ^^ I just wanted to let you know that I put most of my thoughts on both Kunieda and his company, and Hose Face and his, in this chapter roundup post, so feel free to mosey over there if you want my rambling about it at (much) more length.

Hard agree, though, that the jailbreakers don't feel very threatening when Deku or Bakugou have defeated every single one of them without so much as breaking a sweat so far, give or take Lady N. Which is a shame, because they'd be a great way to explore more of what AFO's support structure really looked like outside of his real devotees like Machia and Ujiko.

Are these the people AFO was thinking about when he told All Might, back at Kamino, about how he hated him for taking out all his support over the years? Are these the bodies he tacitly accused All Might of standing on to enjoy the view of his oh-so-perfect society?

Or are they just opportunists, people who agreed to do AFO's work in exchange for him busting them out of prison? Did they feel pressured to accept? How much do they know about him, and are they remotely conflicted about being conscripted into his army? I wish I thought we would get more answers than I suspect we will, but fingers crossed!

As to Ghastly/Gashly, I would assume he's the one with the parasol rather than the dreads, if only by rule of conservation of information. I wonder who he'll even come up against...? I assume he was with AFO's main group, since those rando heroes at the Dabi Location talked about how lucky they were that they weren't at the same battlefield Gashly and Kunieda were, so presumably he's not with the groups trying to spring Kurogiri or Machia.

Not with the Dabi group, not with the ShigAFO group, and presumably if he'd been left behind, we'd have seen him with Kunieda. Which I guess leaves either the Toga group or the AFO group?

Man, you know what would be fun, is if AFO didn't actually bring him along at all, but left him behind to keep an eye on Skeptic. Wouldn't want that guy getting any bright ideas just because there's no one else in the cave with him right now, after all.

...On the other hand, the longer Skeptic goes without getting collared, the happier I'll be, so maybe not. Curious to find out, in any case! If nothing else, I continue to be interested in the kinds of people who are (implied to be) thrown in Tartarus.

Thanks for the ask(s)!

[theangryjikooker]

Im gonna sound really obnoxious and you don’t even have to answer or anything it’s just my personal observation, but it drives me crazy how to this day I never found a single tkkr that I can take seriously or have a proper discussion with. Not one. Your last anon reeks of passive aggressiveness and manipulation and yes, a lot of jkkrs have similar vibes but I honestly see less of them going around to tkkrs inboxes to preach and lecture and declare false statements of “jk is happier with Jimin” as solid facts that only intent to provoke. They also show Tae a bit more love, which I thinks severely lacks towards Jimin on the other side and it’s tragic because Tae clearly adores him. I love your blog because your takes provide a rational outlook or give several options to view their dynamic but I never seen a similar blog like yours on the tk side. Never. And it feels like it’s only getting worse which makes me sad (I’d love for recs if you know some similar blogs)

Hi, anon!

You know, I would love to be able to have a conversation with a Tkkr, if only to see how they view their ship's interactions vs. how Jkkrs interpret things. Having more information on how others view relationships is always a good thing, in my opinion. Where there's depth, there's more meaning is how I see it. I'm sure a level-headed, sane Tkkr exists, but again, I'm never really exposed to them or their content to know who they might be.

The Tkkr anon didn't feel passive aggressive to me so much as they came off boastful in the guise of being neutral, which I'm not okay with. Come here with honest intentions, and I'll respect you and where you're coming from; if not, well... time to wear my asshole hat with pride, I guess.

I can't claim whether Tkkrs or Jkkrs are any worse at this than the other because I really don't pay enough attention to both sides to care who wins the trophy for narcissism. The fact they exist at all is annoying, and I feel bad for anyone who isn't like them but ends up being represented by them because of how annoyingly loud they are.

I will agree with you on one thing, as based on just what I've seen (though if Tkkrs come across this and can vouch for other people in their circle, that would be nice): Jkkrs show way more affection and support for Taehyung than Tkkrs do for Jimin, and that makes me really sad and all the more protective of Jimin.

Thanks for your kind words, anon! If I ever come across a sane Taekook blog, I'll be more than happy to share it (but the likelihood of coming across one unintentionally is really low). If you happen to find one, I'd also appreciate a heads up!

[ladykatibeth]

“Missing”

Fandom: Sander Sides

Rating: Teen for swearing

Summary:The crown prince of the kingdoms goes on a quest to find his brother, meanwhile a famers kid meets up with a friend.

A/N: Will be continued,if you want to feel free to ask questions about the characters! I have my inbox open. Feel free to reblog.

Remus was Missing.

Remus was missing and Roman didn’t know where he was. Remus was missing, and he was gone for good this time, and Roman didn’t know what to do.

Remus was missing--his twin was missing. His twin was missing, Remus was--

Roman should have done something, noticed sooner. Or even noticed at all. Remus had always been loud, obnoxiously loud, Roman had remarked a couple of times. Remus had been a bit quieter than usual, the past week. But Remus had always had his ups and downs, despite what it might have seemed Remus couldn’t keep up his high energy forever. Every once in a while he ended up crashing.

Roman should have known though. Should have picked it out. Should have noticed. But he had been so busy last week. Well, busier than usual. There's always lessons, boring parties where adults talked about stupid things, and other such duties. But that week he had been preparing to do a speech, anxiously prepping and preparing. He had been so stressed, being crown prince was no easy task, honestly sometimes he just wanted to get away.

Maybe that's why Remus left.

Maybe that's why Remus left.

Maybe--

Roman could feel his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes were wet, why was he crying? Why couldn’t he breathe?

Roman felt a hand on his shoulder. He tensed as he suddenly remembered where he was. His hands were gripping the bed. The breath slowly returned to his lungs, maybe he had been cursed. Cursed by some breath stealing fairy. That would actually be a good idea for a story, he’d have to return to that later.

“Roman?” Right. Later. He looked up to see Logan looking down at him with a concerned expression on his face. Roman could almost find it in himself to smile. Logan would know what to do. Logan always knew what to do.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look like I'm okay?” Roman threw his arms around, nearly hitting Logan, who had started to sit down next to Roman.

Logan frowned. “I don't understand, you and I both know disappearing is not out of the realm of your brother's usual behavior. He runs off somewhere, every third week.” His frown deepened. “You both do, actually, no matter how hard I try to stop you.”

Logan had become Roman and Remus’s court companion, by nature of being literally the only other child that lived in the castle. The title wasn't exactly official, but that's what everyone had taken to calling him, almost affectionately. And Logan did the job as best as he could. Making sure neither one of them got themselves killed.

Logan also happened to be the son of Roman and Remus’s tutor. He excelled in almost everything, math, science, geography even English, though he struggled with the metaphors. Out of the three of them, Logan had always gotten the best scores. Roman might have called it favoritism if he didn’t know Logan so well.

Roman passed Logan the note he held crumpled up in his hand. In his despair he had almost forgotten it had been there. Logan carefully read over the material, his face changing only slightly, so slightly Roman wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't known what to look for. He squinted adjusting his glasses.

Of course, knowing what was in the letter himself helped. Roman had reread it over and over again, after finding it on his nightstand that morning.

Ro,

I'm leaving. For good this time. Don’t blame yourself, don't try to come after me, because I don’t want to come back. I don't know what I'll do next, maybe become a pirate? Or live in the woods in a cave,like a bear, and run around naked and eat wild plants! Who knows. I’ll decide later. Anyway, I’ll write to you if I find a way to from wherever I’m going. Say goodbye to Lo for me.

Ps. Don't show this to Mom.You know she’ll come after me.

Pps. If you show this to Mom I'll come back to the castle and bludgeon you. I am not above fratricide.

Roman had quickly hid that note under his pillow. And then he pulled it out to read it again, before sticking it back. He had been doing that all morning. He had at first felt angry, how dare he leave him to do this by himself, that hadn’t been the plan! That's what twins were for! So you didn't have to do things like stealing cookies from cooks, or running kingdoms, alone!

So that was that then. His brother was gone, he left, purposefully disappeared. Roman was going to tackle him if he found him. When he found him. Determination flooded into him.

Logan looked up at him. Probably seeing something in his eyes, he said “You’re going to go try to find him.” He looked at him disapprovingly.

Shit.

“I have to--!” Roman said. Roman drew short, and quickly looked around. He lowered his voice, “I'm going, and you can’t stop me!” Logan glared at him.

Roman glared back, harder. Logan maintained his gaze for a second then looked away, sighing. “Fine, then, I will accompany you.”

“You don't have to-” Roman said. Logan raised an eyebrow.

“I know I don't have to.” He walked over to Roman’s closet and grabbed a bag. “Pack some clothes, I’ll make a list of things we need, and draft a plan.” He placed the bag down next to Roman.

For the first time today Roman smiled. He could almost taste the adventure coming up on the horizon.

-----

Patton couldn’t wait to see his friend! He had said they could meet up today. Patton was so excited he sped through his chores. And boy, there were a lot!

Not that Patton ever really minded that much. He loved the animals on the farm. And he liked getting up early, and getting to watch the sun rise. The only problem was that he had finished too early. By the time he had gotten back it was already twelve O’clock and he still had two more hours to wait.

It was currently 1:30. He still had thirty minutes to wait, but his friend was rarely on time. Sometimes he came early, but mostly he came “fashionably” late as he had called it once. Patton had laughed.

Patton was sitting by the edge of the forest, near his house. The grass underneath Patton's hands was soft, and the sun shone brightly through the trees. The wind felt breezy, tousling through his hair. Patton giggled.

Patton's thoughts wandered to when he met his friend. It was almost a year ago, Patton had been playing around near the woods. His mama had told him to never to go in them. So Patton stayed around them, sure to never get too close to the trees. But Patton had thought he heard crying.

At first he was able to convince himself it was nothing, just the wind rustling through the trees, but the sound grew louder until it could not be classified as anything but sobbing. All thoughts of getting in trouble fled him. Someone was hurting, he needed to help them.

He had wandered slowly into the woods, holding his breath. Barely making a sound. He walked on the path, trying to listen from where he thought he had heard the sound. If somebody was hurt he had to help. Nevermind the fear slowly creeping up his spine.

As he journeyed farther and farther into the woods, the volume of the crying would cycle. Just as he thought he was about to reach the person, it would decrease again. Patton was just starting to think that he’d been tricked when he heard movement in the trees.

He turned around.

Nobody was there.

He slowly turned forward.

A snake was hanging down from the tree, right by him. Patton screamed. He fell backwards and froze. The black and yellow snake drew up close to him. So close he could see the wrinkly outline of its scales. Its eyes were cat-like. The snake's head nodded to the side, an expression that, on a human, would certainly be read as amused curiosity.

Patton got up and ran.

He could feel air rushing past him. He was running on autopilot, passing through trees and ducking under vines. Low hanging branches and thorny bushes nicked at his skin. He nearly avoided tripping over a couple of twigs and branches. He slowed down to a light jog, before stopping and sitting on a log to catch his breath. Patton looked around.

Nothing looked familiar. Patton thought he had come out from his left side. He walked back that way. Trying to go the way he remembered coming from, turning left and right. Just as he thought he would never make it out of these woods, he saw light. Light! Patton ran toward it.

Only to find himself back in the same place he started.

He tried again, and again, changing directions, taking lefts where last time he took rights. But every time he found himself in the same place. It didn't help that the tree markers seemed to flip and change randomly. And Patton couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. “Why cant you just leaf me alone?” He tried to joke, but his punning fell flat.

He sat back down on his log, and started to cry.

He heard something move in the trees. His breath hitched, and he looked up. A boy about his age was sitting on a branch and looking down at him, lazily dangling a leg off the side of the tree.

His clothes were dark. Pretty fancy for the woods, Patton thought. The boy had a button down shirt, and a cloak wrapped around him. He had yellow gloves, and a hat Patton had never seen before. Patton thought he looked like a storybook villain.

“Crying is, absolutely, one of the best, most productive, responses one could have to getting lost in the woods.” Patton whipped his face with his sleeve. That was kind of a mean thing for him to say.

“Hello!” Patton said, trying to make himself seem happier than he felt. “My name is Patton!”

The boy looked sharply down at him and hissed a half-whisper, “Could you be any louder? I’d love for you to make it known to the whole world that I’m up here!”

Patton frowned. This convo wasn’t going well at all. He pushed forward, and half-whispered “Sorry, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?”

The boy tipped his hat. “You can call me Deceit.” They sat in silence for a minute.

“Well…” Patton began.

“Well?” Deceit said.

“Well, It's just, I'm kinda lost….”Patton trailed off.

“Clearly.”

“And you seem to know these woods a bit…..” Deceit’s expression didn’t change.

“So maybe,” Patton paused, “Maybe you could help me out?” The end of his statement went high.

Deceit must have seen the desperation on his face. Because he said, “Look, I'm not in the habit of doing favors for people, but I am willing to make an exchange.”

Patton gasped. A snake had appeared where Deceit once was. It slithered up the branch and down the tree. As soon as the snake hit the ground, Deceit reappeared.

So he was the one that scared him earlier!

“Here's the deal, I will help you home, if you agree to do me a favor.” Deceit held out his hand to shake it. Patton reached for it, automatically. Stopping just short of shaking it.

“Wait.” Patton had said tilting his head curiously “What favor?”

“You’ll know it when the time comes.” Patton hesitated for a moment, and then stood up and shook Deceits hand.

And in the end that had turned out to be a great decision! Patton had gotten a new friend! A friend that was running towards him right now. Now that’s a bit weird. Deceit doesn't runs, he just slithers all over the place. Patton giggled a bit at the joke.

His smile became tented with concern when he noticed Deceit had a look of panic on his face. Patton grabbed him by the arms. “Hey, hey, what's the matter, kiddo?”

“Patton, you have to hide me!” Deceit said.