#i have so many thoughts about them and how they mirror eachother

[hoshihime98]

*Rotates the Royal Trio in my mind like a chicken*

[snekdood]

one of the most frustrating things about the situation w my abusive ex is how ppl act like they're an uwu innocent child with 0 agency? like as if i ~manipulated them~ into believing conspiracy theories about "freemasons brainwashing children" with me, rather than me genuinely being terrified of the ideas put forth from others about it and being terrified that was happening to me and i just didnt remember it bc I was trying to figure out why I was sexually abused by someone close to me and nothing was done about it and this was the only fucking way i could explain to myself ~why~ it happened? like yall have to convince yourselves im like this nefarious strategic alt right type with ulterior motives rather than someone who was fucking scared out of my mind, doubly funny if its someone ik irl from HS because like dawg- i definitely dropped everyone i knew because I was terrified, how in tf do you see that and think "well clearly hes being strategic and trying to control our poor sweet innocent babu who totally isnt 4 years older than you and totally isnt an adult who went along with you in believing this stuff because they wanted to", gotta be bc i forced them somehow right. give me a fucking break. they're not a child with 0 agency, they knew what they were doing, only when they realized it might hurt their image did they stop and try to blame me for alllll of it and why they believed in it rather than them wholeheartedly and willingly going into it. and even if you want to pretend that they are just a dumb baby and they just follow in peoples footsteps like a toddler, i still wasnt being fucking nefarious or strategic regardless,

I WAS F U C K I N G SCARED.

[chrolloluvr]

May you please write Mammon x reader smut. Where the reader is short and has a size difference kink. If you do I give many thanks in advance (Seriously love this blog so much)

♡ Mammon w/ A Size Kink ♡

Note: AHHH TYSM BOOKIE!!! Also yes this has been on my mind for so long... and I have not made a proper NSFW fic yet until now. So here you go! (alot more NSFW coming soon, especially for this man...) So here are my thoughts! Also sorry if its a bit short...

AFAB, Female!Reader

Warnings: Size kink, belly bulge, penetration, overstimulation, size transformation, oral (female and male receiving) ★

The height difference makes him feral. He is at least a couple feet taller than you. So he likes to use this to his advantage. By manhandling you. he will pick you up, grab your waist, literally rip your legs off of its hinges when he pulls them apart, etc. So, he likes when you are shorter than him. It gives him a power influx, and it makes him feel supreme to you. So he will basically use you like a glorified sex doll.

He will purposely make himself transform into a couple feet taller. Like a big, scary spider. So he can intimidate you, and get you riled up. He wont have actual penetrative sex with you in his big spider form, but he will eat you out.

And he delivers very well. His tongue is huge. You feel like your in cloud 9 whenever he eats your pussy, especially because he does not do it very often.

his favorite position, especially due to his size, is Full Nelson. He likes how in this position, he has complete control over you. With his upper hands behind your knees, his hips under your own, and his lower arms circling your sensitive clit, and his other hand pussy slapping you. Sometimes, he will place you in front of a big mirror, while hammering his hips into your vice, little pussy. Also making you look at yourself, being utterly destroyed by his large cock. He will tie your ankles together with his webs when he does this.

His other favorite is picking you up, and putting his hands under your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He enjoys listening to the skin slapping sounds, and how lude they sound. And seeing your reactions to his every harsh thrust to your G-spot. And how especially cramped you are between his body, his cock, and his arms, with a tight grip on your ass. This position makes you more sensitive and vulnerable, which is just where he wants you.

Belly Bulge. Need I say more? It makes him laugh, and chuckle about how 'your gonna take it- fuck, yeah, you like that don't you- little fuckin' slut-'

It makes him realize just how large he is compared to you. How much he effects you and your body. He craves this kind of dominance over you.

He is a little bastard. When he sees you have a belly bulge from his constant plummeting, he will press down onto it. This, as he is well aware of, makes you see stars. You become a moaning, drooling, babbling mess under his large self. Which is what he wants, of course.

The sheer size of his dick. He cant help but feel aroused, when he compares you and his cock side by side. Every now and then, he will have you sat right behind it, while he holds you, and just admire how small you are. He has to prep you for your first time together, and even every single time you guys do have sex. Simply because of the size of it. And its not just long, its girthy too. So if you dont have some prep, he might end up abominating your poor womb.

He especially likes seeing you struggle, especially when you give him head. you can barely fit your mouth around it. Your jaw gets sore within literal seconds of putting his member in your mouth. So you have to use your hands (which also barely touch eachother), for the rest of his cock.

Overstimulating you. His favorite way of overstimulation you is with his arms and hands. He will have you trapped in between his legs. One of his lower arms will be fingering your supple core; the other one circling harshly around your clit. One of his upper hands holding your waist up; the other one toying with your breast and sensitive, puffy nipples.

He also likes overstimulating you, by having you cock warm him. Its one of his favorite past times. Especially when you two try to be sneaky, like during his pageants ontop of the webbing. (should I make a whole other post about this??) He just loves feeling the warmth of your pussy against his cold self. And he wont let you move. Like at all. Unless he grabs your hips and forcibly bounces you up and down, which is after a while of waiting of course.

Dirty talk. He loves making you feel smaller, so he will talk down upon you. Everything he calls you starts with 'my', because he is very possessive. things like "my slut", "my whore", "my princess", etc. He will never talk about you in a truly bad connotation. So he will say things like:

"You like being my little slut, yeah?"

"C'mon, you can take more. don't be a baby."

"yeahhhh. Takin' it like a fuckin' champ. Good fuckin' girl-"

"Oh fuck... shit just like that"

"Ohh yeah- thats some good shit."

"Dont you dare fuckin' move."

"You feelin' good princess? Yeah I bet you are. Fittin' me like a glove."

"Awww you want more? Your gonna have to wait a bit, m'kay?"

"You want it inside? Ya' want daddy to fill ya' up real nice?"

So overall, he favors when you are small and meek. Just be a good girl for him, and you wont have to worry about his intimidation, okay?

[somewhereincairparavel]

Annabeth Chase and Jason Grace - two sides of the same coin, an analysis post.

after a long wait, I've finally posted my analysis on jason/annabeth being similar, and mirroring eachother as rivals/potential sibling figures more than percy/jason's 'bro rivalry', based on this post of mine which has crossed over a THOUSAND notes in the last week alone, and I've been getting so many reblogs and comments asking me to expand on my tags in that post and do a full analysis. so here it is. I've been procrastinating this for quite a while now for some reason but I'm glad I'm over my writer's block and I got to articulate my post well enough.

annabeth and jason have had very minor interactions throughout hoo, but the parallels and similarities in their character is jarringly noticeable, which is why I hoped for a jason/annabeth rivalry and not a percy/jason rivalry. they've both been raised at their respective camps since they were literal kids, they were well versed in their respective fields of knowledge, and were well respected/intimidated in their camps.

let's start off with the lost hero

when jason first meets annabeth, he says that her eyes were really intimidating and fierce, so right off the bat, we have jason who's pretty put off by annabeth because she very obviously looked angry, especially since she was frustrated about jason's arrival instead of percy, and looked like she could kill jason to get percy back.

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this parallels to a lot when hazel kept going on about how difficult it was to warm up to jason because his eyes were always calculating and cold, and he gave off an untrustworthy vibe, that he'd sacrifice anyone for the sake of the mission.

both annabeth and jason have a certain similar ‘look’ in their eyes, which have nothing to do with the color. they both have the tendency to make people nervous simply with their eyes, because they always look like they're thinking of new things every few seconds. Ironically, jason first perceived annabeth, the way everyone else perceived him. scary and intimidating with an icy glare and hardened eyes.

They were both said to be ‘studying’ each other in distrust many times throughout. A part of why they didn't trust each other, was, in my opinion, because they embodied their least favorite shared personality trait of each other, secretiveness and guardedness. which is why annabeth got on so well with percy, and jason with leo/piper.

they didn't admire the closed off-ish vibe that they gave eachother. they both needed people who were open and carefree.annabeth said that jason looked like he knew too much information, but chose to keep it all a secret, very similar to her own guardedness from time to time, keeping it a secret and wanting to deal with it silently.

we also know that annabeth and jason are extremely knowledgeable in greek/roman mythology, they both love debates and were quite passionate about history. they were both assigned architecture projects by the gods themselves as a mark of honor and favour.

moving on to the next most important point, they reminded eachother of the people they missed, causing them to feel resentful.

jason, barely met his sister after they reunited. he was bitter when thalia said he had to go look for percy to help out annabeth with the search. he was aware that thalia and annabeth were childhood friends, getting closer to eachother than jason and thalia ever did. she found a home in luke and annabeth, not even a few months after baby jason was thought to be ‘dead’, that knowledge would've weighed a lot on jason. annabeth became the sibling to thalia grace that jason could never be.

while annabeth? the only thing annabeth thought of, after jason had a face off with his mother's remnant in boo, was the fact that jason, who looks eerily similar to luke, could've experienced the exact same fate as him. luke was jason if he had more wrath and held grudges, jason was luke if he had less anger and resentment. annabeth could connect the dots so easily, and that was truly the moment where she gained immense respect for him.

and, when jason told annabeth that his sister was thalia? she had a very odd sort of expression on her face.

annabeth also quotes that looking at jason made her feel bitter, because he reminded her of heras exchange, and the fact that she lost percy for months. whenever she looked at jason, she would only see her two childhood friends, a found family that was broken, and a love that was challenged.

whenever jason looked at annabeth, he would be reminded that thalia had a closer contact to her than she did jason, and had to accept that he would never know thalia as much as annabeth does.

annabeth and jason also appear very confident and sure of themselves, but have second thoughts all the time. they had to put on a fake facade, to live up to their expectations and lineage.

they were both also sort of people pleasers, annabeth couldn't really say no to anyone who asked her for help with things, like carrying the sky for luke especially, because not only where they giving her a chance to execute her knowledge and skill, the thought of helping someone made her genuinely happy. jason also loved seeing people happy, always wanting to say the right thing to satisfy someone, even if it meant he had to sacrifice his own struggles to help them.

fatal flaws:

annabeth’s fatal flaw, is hubris. when you are confident and sure that you can do something, and have a sense of excessive self pride.

and jason's fatal flaw is the temptation to deliberate. hesitation and second guessing, to put it in simpler words.both fatal flaws are so different, yet so similar, and they have both flaws, just in a different viewpoint.

as a child of athena, annabeth appears super confident and even conceding at times because of her wisdom, but at the same time, annabeth had to make sure she was one step ahead of everyone. she had to rethink everything and had to have a plan in her mind all the time, fearing that things wouldn't go smoothly.

she had to hesitate and second guess herself alot, despite her knowledge, like she did when she knew she had to look for the mark of athena. piper and percy had to boost up her confidence with affirmations, to let her know she's on the right path and to just follow her gut. annabeth feels obligated to have a temptation to deliberate, because, as a child of athena, she has to be all knowing and wise, and most definitely cannot fail her mother.

and jason? despite having a very low sense of self esteem and hesitation, he was so used to leading the people who were considered slightly inferior to him in camp jupiter, and basically getting treated like a celebrity for 12 years of his life in camp jupiter, that often, he thought what he did was right, he had his own perception of what a hero should be, and I quote

[“No, no,” Jason said. “I made my choice. You’re not to blame. You don’t owe me anything except to remember what I said. Remember what’s important.” “You’re important,” I said. “Your life!”Jason tilted his head. “I mean… sure. But if a hero isn’t ready to lose everything for a greater cause, is that person really a hero?”He weighted the word person subtly, as if to stress it could mean a human, a faun, a dryad, a griffin, a pandos… even a god”- Tower of Nero]

which was normal, since he had everyone basically following his lead without question as a kid. he's expanded on this in his conversation with piper in mark of athena, where he said he felt weird to suddenly be around people who were either equal/or superior to him in power, and not being in the ‘lead’ particularly.

jason had hubris, but certainly not in a way that you would call it an ego or excessive pride. he was hardwired and brainwashed into having his own perception of what is right and what is wrong, that he thought he was always making good enough decisions, at least from a roman child soldier’s standpoint. [Like when he was okay with not saving nico because it might sabotage their mission, he genuinely didn't think what he said was insensitive until hazel called him out, because he was brought up that way. he thought he was doing the right thing, by prioritising the mission and the duty, first. Like the dutiful roman he was made to be].

both annabeth and jason, have hubris and a temptation to deliberate.

annabeth and jason, also had an extremely difficult time breaking free from the thoughts that their godly parents were always right. It took on alot of disappointments for both of them to stand up to their parents (and not just godly ones, mind you)

they've both had disappointing absent mortal and godly parents with a hostile stepmother involved and monitored with each and every one of their moves. annabeth has had to deal with her stepmother playing the ‘bad cop’ with her father not even coming to her defence, just the way hera came butting into jason's life and giving him terrible memories, taking him away from thalia, with zeus not even caring.

speaking of which, they are both the only demigods who have harboured the most amount of resentment for hera. just the sight of hera pisses them both off, as it hera, stripped off so much time away from annabeth and percy, and memories from jason, which he never permanently got back.

this is sort of irrelevant but I'll add this anyway, in boo, athena also immediately liked jason for calling out zeus's unfairness to apollo, saying something like 'the boy is right' and she gave him an approving/appreciative look for his wisdom, which is pretty rare for athena to say or do to literally any demigod ever. this makes me wonder if she ever saw jason as someone who had some sort of athena legacy in him, which is why she was so pleasantly surprised with him. ugh we could've so gotten jason and annabeth as potential sibling figures bc of how many parallels they have, too bad that the percy/jason rivalry narrative was pushed too hard.

I hope I've drawn enough parallels with their characters, as a lot of you have been looking forward to this post for a while, hopefully this analysis hasnt been underwhelming for you all to read!

@thevoidcaller @karmaajr @onestorytorulethemall @newlyfoundwren @thesummerstorms

[princessbrunette]

when did you know you loved me? pt.1 /4 ♡

for puppy!reader, being john booker routledge’s girlfriend meant asking random questions at random times. would you still love me if i was a worm? what would you do if someone tried to kidnap me? who would win in a fight between you and a shark?

what you loved about john b, was that he always had an answer. that was this thing — always having a solution, a plan A, plan B, it was all he knew, so he never had trouble thinking of ways to answer your innocent, inquisitive queries.

it was on a stroll through the neighbourhood, hand in hand when the question occurred to you. this was the first time you’d ever loved someone — so you wasn’t sure how it was supposed to work. sure, you’d said ‘i love you’ to eachother, many times — but you wasn’t sure if you could pinpoint the moment it happened. the moment you realised.

“i thought of a question to ask.” you swing his hand in your own as you walk carefully alongside him, careful not to trip on any loose tiles in the sidewalk like you’d done five minutes prior. you seem to have snapped him out of some thoughts, possibly a conundrum he was facing with the pogues or about some maps, but he seems happy to escape his thoughts — head snapping towards you with a small smile.

“yeah? shoot, pup.”

“when did you know you loved me?” you’re a little quieter today, perhaps timid to ask such a vulnerable question. as you ask he feels your eyes flicker up from your shoes to his hand, up his arm and then to his face. it wasn’t like you to be shy, not with him — which only filled his heart with more of that warm admiration.

“ohoho— that is a good question. one i actually, have an answer to.” he smirks, and you can’t help but grin, already feeling at ease. there was always a story with john b, it was never a simple answer.

“yeah?” you sound hopeful, staring up at his profile as you walk now, trusting him to guide you away from anything that could cause you to trip once more.

“uh-huh. i even remember what you were wearing that day.” he hums, enjoying the element of you having to draw it out of him, although he would have definitely have just told you anyway without any convincing.

“tell me!” you gasp with an elated giggle and he chuckles in response.

“okay, okay— but look, don’t expect anything crazy. it was uh… kind of a regular old moment? you know? like… you’re gonna be confused.” he nods as he gathers his thoughts. you come to a brick wall, one with chipped white paint, and pink flowers sprouting from the overgrown grass around it. you take the moment to let go of his hand and leap, clambering up to sit on top of the wall. instead of telling you to be careful like he usually might, he joins you — sitting side by side on the wall.

“okay.” you ready yourself.

“we’d maybe known eachother for…” he blows a puff of air from his cheeks as he thinks. “six weeks? you’d started coming to the chateau pretty regularly, kind of just showing up without an invite which i didn’t mind ‘cus you know, i was falling for you pretty fast.”

you smile, remembering what it was first like when you were getting to know john b.

“so… you’d fallen out of that tree. you remember? the one out the front, just… dropped right down from the branch. what you were doing up there, i don’t know, i mean i told you not to climb it, but there you were, climbing it anyway… and…” he rambles comically, gesturing you falling from the tree eliciting a small laugh from you, he trails off, thinking back on the moment with a softness to him. “you were wearing this cute little blue shirt and a skirt, and when i was patching you up i remember thinking how blue is like… definitely your colour.” he nods, and you find yourself mirroring his nod, so entranced in the way he speaks.

“anyway, uh — i was patching up your knee, and despite everything you still had your headphones over your ears. i gestured for you to take them off so, you know — i could ask if you’re okay, and uh…” he chuckles, shaking his head. “you said no. because your favourite song was still playing and you wanted to let it finish. yoooou and that damn walkman.” he shakes his head again in faux disappointment as you grin proudly, beginning to remember the day he spoke of.

only then he breaks out of his storytelling trance, turning his head to look at you from where he was staring ahead. “aaaand… yeah. love kinda just… happened? i know for a fact i knew in that moment that i was in love with you.” he finishes, his voice low and warm as he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. john b was never one to shy away from affection— he was a loverboy at heart and this only proved it. you bite your lip, feeling your nose get a little runny like you wanted to cry. noticing this, john b smirks, tilting his head a little.

“what, too sappy? didnt wanna make you cry…” he jokes, reaching over to cup your cheek, swiping his thumb over it like he was wiping the tears that hadn’t fallen.

“it would be a happy kind of cry… because you make me happy.” you’re lost for words, but you swallow down the lump and smile anyway, kicking your legs on the wall with glee.

“well that’s good. i definitely like making you happy.”

[chloe-skywalker]

You Know Each Other? - Paul Lahote

Paul x Fem!reader

Emmet x friend reader

Warnings: Jealously?

Word count: 934

Summary: Paul getting extremely protective over his imprint the reader. When they meet up with the Cullens and it turns out Y/n and Emmet know eachother and are really close friends.

Arthors Note: I like putting Paul with a strong reader cause I think his imprint would have to be very strong and opinionated to be able to put up with him. Everyone puts him with these shy little wallflowers and I get that it's cute and he’d be protective and sweet but no one puts him with someone who would challenge him on occasions.

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“That last name sounds familiar.” Y/n wondered out loud as they were talking about their plans for tomorrow. The last name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“Cullen?” Paul questioned confused on how she would know that name. She hadn’t been in Forks long enough.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. But I can’t place where from.”

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed but Y/n could tell what he was thinking.

“No, Paul.” Y/n turned her head to him as he readjusted himself on their couch.

“What?” Paul said playing innocent but he knew she knew.

“I know that look.” Y/n stated poking Paul in the chest.

“What look? I’m not doing a look.” Paul raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Yes, you are and I’m going.” Y/n nodded and gave him a strict look with her eyes. She was going whether he liked it or not.

“Sometimes I hate how well you know me.” Paul growled out frustrated but he knew there was no stopping her.

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“Just stay close to me. Please.” Paul pleaded to Y/n as they pulled up to the clearing where the pack and the Cullens were meeting up. Just to update each other on things and hang out, have some fun. Ever since they had to team up together things had been good between the two groups.

“I’ll do what I want when I want. You don’t own me.” Y/n turned to look at him as she spoke. “I love that you're protective of me but they're not going to hurt me so, chill. Please.”

“You’re lucky your my imprint.” he grumbled pulling her into his chest and kissing her. Not many people could talk to him like that and live.

“An that you love me.” Y/n smiled up at him goofy.

“Yeah, that too.” Paul nodded mirroring her smile before they kissed again.

“y/n?” Someone said and Y/n pulled away from Paul who had decided to tickle her upon hearing her name. Even the voice sounded familiar.

“Emmett?” Y/n looked over shocked to see him there.

“Well holy shit girl!” Emmett ran towards her and Y/n meet him in the middle. He picked her up in a big tight hug, spinning her around. Y/n could see Rosalie smiling over at them.

“Long time no see Em!” Y/n laughed happily, hugging him back tight as well.

“How’ve you been girly?” Emmett asked as he put her down with a smile on his face. It had been a year or two since they had seen each other.

“I’ve been great. What about you? If I knew you were one of the Cullen’s in town I would’ve tried to contact you earlier.” Y/n answered nodding, it was great getting to see him again. Y/n had met all the Cullen’s a few years back. She knew what they were and didn’t care, she had missed them. At least now she knew some people in town.

Y/n had met Paul out of Forks and came back with him to visit and so he could explain the imprint thing better. So she didn’t really know anyone in the town she had pretty much moved into.

“Been awesome and don’t worry about it. But hey do you live in town now?” he asked smiling, Emmett couldn’t help it he missed the girl he thought of as a sister.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, now I do. I’m Lahote’s imprint.”

“Pauls imprint?” Emmett raised his eyebrows in shock.

“Yeah, that's right.” Paul said gruffly as he approached the two. It was no secret how Paul Emmett didn’t get along. An now his imprint seemed to be good friends with his enemy.

Y/n smacked Paul's shoulder. “Cool it.”

“Nah, he’s ok Y/n/n. Just protecting his girl. Even though I’m no threat.” Emmett shrugged off Paul's aggressive nature. He’d do the same thing. Whether it was Rosalie or even Y/n.

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed with a scowl on his face.

“We’re good friends Paul. Emmett’s like a brother to me.” Y/n stated with an eye roll directed to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, man. She’s like a little sister to me. I will tell you though, your a lucky man to have her.” Emmett said, it was honestly a compliment towards Paul but even Emmett had the sense to know Paul probably wouldn’t take it as one.

“Oh, he knows.” Y/n smiled over in Paul's direction next to her. She was joking but Paul knew it was true.

Emmett laughed. “I’m sure he does. But if you ever hurt her I will come after you. Got it?”

To say Paul was shocked, about multiple things would be an understatement. But he nodded to the vampires’ statement. “Yeah.”

With that Emmett left the new couple be and headed back over to Rosalie and Alice.

Y/n turned to face Paul, stepping closer to him. “I’m yours you can cool the hostility.”

Paul looked at her and sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I get your mortal enemies or whatever but he’s one of my bestest most close friends. Can you please just try? For me?” Y/n asked giving him her best puppy dog eyes she could.

Paul rolled his eyes but nodded none the less. He’d do anything for her, even try and be friends or at least sivial with Emmett Cullen. “For you.”

Y/n smiled placing her hands on his shoulder, using them as leverage to lean up and kiss him. She was truly grateful that he would try for her.

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@gruffle1

[slowlysoluminary]

after that wack-tastic piece of media i figured we could all!! use a break!!!!!!! so!!!!!!

(more) doodles below the cut. and some commentary! Hurray!

^^ Post game is interesting. Most of the timeloop is about figuring the deal with the memories, some of it is about sif comng to terms with the king, and the very very end of it is about everyone regaining their memories.

so i say it again post game is REALLY interesting!!! because everyone, collectively, is trying to balance their old memories and their new memories. everyone except siffrin. who is not 1:1 old siffrin but is the closest to it, considering how much loop's been through.

loop??? becomes corporeal at some point in the end.

it's very bittersweet! i think! the whole of the party does an "i want to remember!!!" sequence, fighting with their own minds to fill the gaping holes they'd always ignored.

-- loop, after realizing the extent to which they're familiar with the party, had tried desperately to get the party to remember them throughout the loops. in hopes that something would change. they never remembered.

at the same time, siffrin is talking to the king - they're fighting with eachother physically and verbally, desperately trying to get the other understand. resetfrin is not the siffrin the king hated so earnestly, not the siffrin he tried to snuff out.

over the course of many conversations with the king, siffrin caught on. the king is the major lore dump here and is who causes most of the narrative development because i say so !!!!!!!!!!!!

actually. about post game. do you know why their designs are like that

resetfrin hated the lack of autonomy he had over their own body so they decided to. cut their hair. it's a bit curlier now that there's not a lot weighing it down

they decided not to keep the star stuff the king gave them. yada yada character development or whatever.

they gave their cloak to loop!! who is. siffrin again. physically at least. both siffrins are siffrin but with clear differences! like hair length and hair texture! and ohhhhhhhh no what do you mean the universe gave them the wrong body?? what?????? how cruel!!! how blasphemous!!!!!!!

loop hated the idea of keeping her hair darkless (mirror pronouns for loop btw!!! remember that!!!). it reminded them of what it was like to be ghostloop. which they hated!!! but they couldn't have their hair be lightless because that was resetfrin's new thing, so... they just. kept dying the bottom parts of it lightless. it's a compromise

how does the party distinguish the two siffrins, name-wise? uhhhhhh. ask me that question later. idk.

if.... if i have pre-game planned out. and post-game planned out.

then the inly thing I don't have planned out is the ACTUAL time loop bit

it's quite daunting because? that's like the entire point of the original game? it feels like i hve to live up to so much and like fhe loops have to have such a packed, coherent story

though, to be fair, most of what I'm writing will just be. the time loop bit. so i guess I'm figuring it out as i go

anyway, actually talking about the two sketches above, ghostloop is for SIFFRIN'S EYES ONLY!!! she can hit things but things can't hit her and all that.

after figuring out, through past loops, that the King can't see them, they realized siffrin was their only connection to the physical world. The Last Piece Left of them, physically and metaphorically. the whole time they longed for something else to acknowledge their existence. acknowledge theyre real

they also realize they can do Fuckery

the king has a Sixth Sense for loop's Fuckery,,, flipping him The Bird resulted in a rather quick death for Siffrin. whoops!!!!!

this au is. more closely revolved around gloop than i thought. don't worry!! i have a lot of gloop content planned! but. but you need to understand the pain of resetfrin and the king. the misery snd desperation fhe king felt about his country. siffrin pleading with the king, countlessly, hoping to see some SEMBLANCE of the man he once knew. you need to know the missing pieces the party finds, a hollow feeling settling itself around their hearts. you need to know so bad.

so you'll get gloop content! i am a big fan of the little guy myself, really. but !!! this au is not ONLY about them, believe it or not! hehe. haha. giggles. ok ill stop

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

hey, i just wonder if you'll be able to write something like "enhas reactions when their chubby gf is insecure about her body" cause im that gf and i feel terrible today? sorry if its too much ❤️ love your works

ANGEL BABY<3

idk if you wanted this to be nsfw or fluff so i just made it nsfw for heeseung and sunghoon<3 ty for the ask annonie!! hope you feel better soon♥︎

ot7!enhypen when their gf is insecure about her body.

warnings : smut in heeseungs, sunghoons is suggestive, mentions of pregnancy, the rest is just really fluffy and cute.

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heeseung : is the sweetest bf ever. showers you with kisses and love the whole day when he hears you talk badly about yourself. "baby, you're the most perfect girl to exist. i love you and that's all that matters, yeah? just look at how pretty you look. gonna look so fucking hot with a pregnant belly when i knock you up. " he tilts your head towards the mirror where you whimper at his hips snapping against yours at a fast pace. aftercare with him is even sweeter, you feel loved and appreciated just by his words.

jay : buys you so many gifts and cuddles with you all day. he hates seeing you upset about something that's not a problem in any way so he cancels all of his plans and never leaves your side until you start to feel better. he kisses every inch and curve of your body with sweet pecks to show how much he loves you. "my beautiful beautiful girl, please don't let your insecurities get into your head sweetheart. there's no such thing as a perfect figure. its all just said to made people feel bad about themselves. i love you so much and im here to protect you from feeling that way, remember that. "

jake : his eyes widen from confusion when you ask him if he still finds you attractive, hence you gaining weight since the first time you met eachother. he immediately says yes and cups your face to passionately kiss you. "i have never stopped finding you attractive, and i never will. even when we're old and crusty, you're forever my beautiful girl and that'll never change. get those nasty thoughts out of your hear , yeah pretty? i love you."

sunghoon : the moment you pout at yourself in the mirror and say you're starting to gain weight, calling yourself ugly he doesn't hesitate to slam you against the wall and kiss you roughly. his fingers quickly unbutton your blouse and run up and down your torso. "don't say that shit again. " he presses a sloppy kiss to your chest and gropes your boobs. you whine in response at his passive aggressiveness but lean your head back at his hands sliding your skirt down. sunghoon gets down on his knees and looks up at you with a possessive glint in his eyes. "let me make you feel better, hm?"

sunoo : you furrow your eyebrows at the pillow thats been thrown at your face and your boyfriend sunoo rushing over to you. "what do you mean you think you look ugly? y/n you're the prettiest girl ive ever seen. " he pouts and pats his thighs, signalling you to sit on his lap. sunoo sighs and pulls you into a hug with a kiss on the neck. "i get how you feel. but i need you to know no matter what changes in your appearance my feelings will never change. keep those ugly words out of that pretty mouth."  he grips you tighter and already helps you feel better. the two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed together.

jungwon : he doesn't even react verbally, just kisses you softly. there's no need for words to be exchanged when you look into his eyes and see the glint of love in his stare. when tears start to fall from your eyes, he hugs you tightly. "it's okay princess, let it out. " he lets you cry on his shoulder and fall asleep since you're already in bed. as much as he hates to see you cry, he's aware that letting our your emotions will probably help you. don't worry. after a cuddle session, he takes you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant and buys you plushies.

niki : you two were hanging out with your friends when suddenly one of them made a joking comment about your weight. you didn't laugh, neither did niki. you're both aware of the fact you've been pretty insecure these past few days which is why he makes the friend repeat themselves when he suddenly throws a punch at their face. you gasp and stand up in shock. its pretty obvious niki didn't find it funny or amusing when he grips your wrist and takes you away from the hangout spot. he takes you to a secluded area and kisses you softly. "why'd you punch him niki..?" you whisper and he scoffs. "you know why. " he kisses you again before walking you home and playing video games with you until late at night to distract you from todays earlier events.

[ravers8fantasy]

Punch out locker room mishaps: world circuit💥🤑

The world circuit locker room would be bougie af, im talking like proper yknow

Super macho man is abbreviated to SMM cus no way am I doing allat

Sandman feels like he is baby sitting half the time because of the amount of bs that happens in the world circuit locker room

SMM has a double door locker (hell yeah) with photos of himself hanging inside of it

He calles it the 'super shrine', the other boxers think its the stupidest thing ever and soda takes the photos and puts them in the toilet cus why not

When Aran first joined no one knew what the flip he was saying, especially bald bull so he just told Aran to shut up whenever he spoke

Soda is too tall, the W.B.V.A had to install signs to the top of door frames because he kept walking into them

Sandman has watched Aran try break into his locker so many times now its become a normal sight for him

Every one is tired of Aran, bald bull has literally started a fist fight with him which ended up with Aran getting locked inside a locker for 2 hours

Sandman tried making peace between all the other boxers by making a group chat

Aran left it after bald bull kept thinking he was English, SMM thought it was a spam from crazy fan's and sent some stuff before leaving, bald bull said "fuck off" and left as soon as he saw SMM send a thirst trap and Soda was never added because he doesnt have a phone

Aran has to be searched and patted down before walking into the locker room before a match because of all his cheating scandals

When little Mac joined, Aran LOVED to not only make fun of his boxer name but also harrased him pranked him like taking his towel whilst he was using the shower and hid his stuff

Sandman made the others do a temporary alliance to beat up Aran and get poor Mac's stuff back

SMM loves the floor length mirrors in the locker room, his whole social page is full of just him flexing in that same mirror

One time he accidentally got sandman in the background looking absolutely unimpressed and it became a meme for a while

He also caught the fist fight between bald bull and aran in the background of one of his thirst traps as well

Soda's locker is full of 'juice' cartons, he doesnt need space for a gym bag because he's hidden it somewhere underneath the floor tile's somehow

Aran once head butted a wall at full force whilst trying to pick a fight with sand man

Not only did he knock himself out but he also managed to break through the dry wall and left a massive hole in the wall

Soda blasts russian hard bass/techno whilst showering and shouts the lyrics, everyone hates it.

"hell yeah bro's, I was like-

"U SO SEXY RUSSIAN GIRL Прыгай в мой фургон-танцпол"

"uh anyway yeah like as I was saying I totes like hit-

"ABSOLUT HARD BASS. RUSSIAN PARTY IN KAMAZ"

"oh now what the flip. What the flip brah thats so not cool"

Aran often crashes SMM's interviews, and shouts random things in the background (these are all being recorded by the way)

The last time it happened he shouted "OI SUPER MACHO MAN, I KNOW A SECRET ABOUT YOU MATE THAT PEOPLE MIGHT CALL A COMING OUT" (heh nikita mazepin and george russel f1 reference wait wrong fandom-)

Bull and sandman are pretty chill with eachother (on a good day which is once every couple of months), Sandman offers contructive critisism which helps Bull in the long run

Soda also gets help from sandman, Soda then tries to use the tips he heard from sandman in the ring, Soda then blacks out from drinking too much and loses

Aran makes fun of Soda's fear of horses by wearing one of those rubber horse masks (Aran is scared of flying in planes)

When Soda saw it he jumped and slapped the horse mask full force, if you know how silly it looks then you would know why bull started cackling

SMM and bald bull made a truce once, bull trapped Aran in a headlock whilst SMM took all of Aran's cheating stuff and handed it into the W.B.V.A officials

Ya cant be mad at them they were sick of getting hit in the face with his flying rope punching glove

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Help why did I struggle sm doing this💔 thats all the locker room mishaps done, I fear this is only the beginning I have sm more planned keep grinding chat ill see ya next time 😈😈

[loafyall]

Aged up yanqing and yunli, Yunli becoming taller and being like 6'3 while yanqing is like 5'11

Future Xianzhou!!

Fu xuan is currently the general after jing yuan's death.

But his death was not being mara, But by an assassination from the Sanctus medicus by a dangerous enemy called Shangū, He died in front of yanqing.

His last wish was that Yanqing would live a happy and long life..

Well..

Yanqing started to mask his emotions behind a smile which he puts on everytime. Following a path of vengeance to avenge his mentor's death, he'll do anything to kill shangū.

Anything.

Yanqing is still a lieutenant and The new sword chapion although.. he shares his title with Yunli due to their so many tie in battles so people decided to make them share the title.

Yanqing carries a fan around, (like y'know the fan Tingyun has? Yea that type of fan but a different colour.).

Sushang is a respected cloud knight known for her strength is is quite cold.

Well, one of the reasons might be her Best friend, Guinaifen's death as she was a short-lived species anyway.

Sushang doesn't like yanqing and maybe never will, the only time they interact is only for work related purposes. Or if Jinglian and jingli try to make them talk with the others.

Speaking of jinli and jinglian, They are two twins who are actually niece and nephew of shangū But well, they've never met him, And They know their mother's and their Other siblings (they had two more siblings btw) death was by shangū. Jingli is a girl who uses a spear while jinglian is a boy who uses a sword, Both of their weapons were picked by yanqing.

Jinglian is usually trained under yanqing, While Jingli helps Fu xuan or bailu if they need anything, Otherwise, she also trains with yanqing and jinglian.Being trained under a sword champion who's a lieutenant is cool isn't it?

Qingque is somehow not being a door guardian and continues her work in the divination commision, Although she still slacks off and tries to Sushang or Yanqing for boba but most the time it's a no

Qingque is most of the time with sushang, Getting boba or anything except working.

After the death of huaiyan, Yunli is the general of the zhuming and visits the Luofu usually for meetings or anything like that.

Yanqing and yunli have somewhat like a shinobu and giyuu dynamic (Yanqing is Shinobu guys.) But by what General Fu xuan says, Yanqing and yunli enjoy talking to eachother.

(They mostly gossip I'm sure for some reason)

Yunli stole one of Yanqing's swords and he doesn't know about it at all.

Yunli is taller than yanqing. She is 6'3 and yanqing is like 5'11.

Bailu.. hasn't grown much, Like she's old but doesn't look like it.

Bailu hangs around with whoever she finds its either jingli or jinglian anyone.

NOT SO FUN FACTS :

few weeks after jing yuan's death Yanqing lost all his emotions for months until he started to pratice fake smiling. It worried fu xuan alot. But she didn't show it.

Yanqing was 16 when jing yuan died.

Fu xuan promised jing yuan at his grave that she would take care of yanqing and made sure the boy went the right way.

Everytime yunli and yanqing meet, It either is a conversation about how jingli and jinglian are doing or....

Just them roasting eachother. Respectfully.

Qingque tries to make sushang and yanqing friends again, But well it fails terribly,

Sushang ends up saying harsh words to Yanqing and yanqing can't snap because of reputation and ends up staring at himself at the mirror with instructive thoughts for hours.

Yanqing wants revenge on Shangū for killing his mentor who he considered as a father.

Huaiyan's death was when he got a disease and died after a week he got it.

Guinaifen died when she was 89, after Living a long and happy life with her best friend (wife.) sushang.

Yukong has passed away by old age.

Well that's all future hcs for today! Wait,

I forgot about Jingliu!

Jingliu is there, hiding in the shadows, Jingliu and yanqing have met many times.

Either a battle or just talking.

Huo huo is aged up and still a scaredy cat but is a bit Brave now(because of tail)

[arlesposting]

OK. ok. i identified that weird-ass bug next to nine from my last post.

do any of y'all know who the hell this is? google tells me it's the james webb space telescope but...

OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT???!!!? GOOGLE WAS RIGHT???!!!!

ahem. OC REVEAL! not even 17776 is safe from OCfication. i actually made this whole collage infocard thingy about a month and a half ago i just only felt confident enough to post it now 😭 so uhh yeah meet the James Webb Space Telescope! otherwise known as JAWS! they're color coded with magenta-ish purple cause they have pinkish elements irl and i wanted that to translate over here. i'll draw her someday I PROMISE. also they're old friends with hubble (they go WAY back) so she really misses them :( on text they have their base purple, two shades (one for regular convos, other for sharing info on their pics and such), but i've been wanting to incorporate their honeycomb mirrors by making her text go yellow whenever she screams cause typically they're all lowercase and DIE BY IT. i've seen other webb telescope OCs around here so I wanted to do my own take and i'm just especially fond of this telescope in particular :] ok byebye!

extras under cut

in the back of JAWS' card, there's some dialogue i did for her to give me a quick perspective into how i think their character would translate onto text!

here's the thingy:

.i hate the sense of loneliness. and that we're just doomed to forever be alone

.we're all just forced into the fact that well, humans will never know otherworldly beings that can interact with them as intimately and closely as they do to eachother and have to accept it out of necessity.

.cause if they don't? they're aimlessly jumping in the air reaching for dying stars, making themselves look like idiots, draining resources to hit the same wall over and over again.

.but it just eats away at me. what do you mean there's really nothing left after this? that there's really nobody home? where's any of the fun in that?

.i think it's better to speculate with hope, wonder, and the truths we know now without always having to put those thoughts into motion, or prioritize the debilitating facts over it too. sometimes it really is just fun to think about what could've been.

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.pfft but what do i know. i'm just another one of many probes man left behind in space when they shifted their end goal from exploration & conquest to leisure & play. the truth about ourselves is sad but we don't let it weigh us down anyway.

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.are there any fun games on right now? i'm quite partial to a good 500 wild goose chase myself.

she's painfully wordy and she knows it and isn't planning on stopping >:)

old thingy from the webcomic swap but since i haven't revealed JAWS until now it's here instead!

on another note, been thinking about the spitzer and kepler space telescopes too. has anyone else considered '76ifying them? I NEED MORE TELESCOPE LOVE 💔 ok byebye

[luvangelbreak]

please please PLEAKSE do a fic where Chris or Matt bullied the reader in highschool and they see eachother in the highschool reunion and the reader is hot

Remember Me

christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc) summary: as requested above warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying word count: 2.1k a/n: i loveeee this request, perhaps a part 2 if y'all like this?? also pls read my pinned post regarding the whole reader & y/n situation !!

not proofread!!

It had been 5 years since Alice finished school and since she had graduated, she had decided to get her life together. She no longer had to deal with her immature peers harassing her every day and she had never felt more free. She perfected her style and how to dress for her body shape, learned how to cut her hair to suit her face as well as what colours suited her best. She decided at the last minute to go to her high school reunion, already regretting her decision when she arrived in her car in the parking lot.

With a sigh, she checked her makeup in the mirror and made sure her hair sat nicely on her shoulders before jumping out of the car, bag in hand as she slipped her keys and phone into the bag. She entered the doors of the gymnasium, a familiar feeling hitting her as she looked around at the groups of people littered around the place.

"Alice?" she heard a woman's voice chirp to her left and she turned her head to see one of her few close friends from school, someone she had long forgotten about since she moved away.

"Emily," she smiled, walking over to the small group of people the blonde-haired girl was standing with, "It's been so long. How are you? What are you doing these days?"

"Oh my god so much! Got my English degree, had a baby boy, got engaged," she twinkled her left hand out in front of Alice and the dark-haired girl gasped at the massive rock on her old friend's finger, grabbing her hand and admiring the way it shone in the light.

"Holy shit. I can't believe how much has happened within four years," Alice shook her head in disbelief, remembering the last time the pair had spoken was before they both went into their sophomore year of college.

"What about you? Did it work out with Flynn?" she asked and Alice shook her head, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"We decided to go different ways. I've been single for a little over a year now but I prefer it this way for now," Alice explained and Emily nodded understandingly.

"Oh, come talk to everyone," Emily linked her arm with Alice's, dragging her closer to the small group of people before Emily called, "Guys, it's Alice!"

Layla heard a chorus of greetings as she smiled at everyone, sending a wave to them all before one person in particular caught her eye.

He looks exactly the same, she thought to herself as his eyes met hers. His jaw seemed to drop as he scanned her up and down and she mimicked his actions. He wore a black and white Stussy crewneck, black baggy cargo pants and white airforces. Chris Sturniolo still looked like the same douchebag she knew when she left this place.

She looks completely different, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned her multiple times. She looked healthier and fitter with more light in her eyes as he looked around her face. She wore a tight-fitting long-sleeve floor-length dress with black heels, her sleek look making her look even more different to him. Alice Reyna looked completely different to the dorky girl he knew when he left this place.

"Chris," Alice shortly said, giving him a tight-lipped smile with a nod which he returned quickly, diverting his attention to someone else but his mind stayed on her.

She tried to ignore his presence as she engaged herself in small talk with the rest of the group but having him in the same room they were in 5 years ago brought back so many memories it was hard to disregard him.

She excused herself from the group, walking over to the table that was littered with snacks and drinks, grabbing herself a handful of pretzels.

"Hey," she heard a familiar voice say and she spun around, Chris staring through her soul but she didn't let it show that she didn't want him here. She had moved on and she was over it, she would be the bigger person like she always had been.

"Hi," she responded dryly, a small smile on her lips to hide her distaste. Chris saw right through her facade but he knew he couldn't blame her.

"You look different," he stated and she nodded, snacking on some of the pretzels.

"You don't," she responded quickly, eating the rest of the pretzels before getting herself a can of lemonade.

"Listen," he said moving closer to her as she frowned at him, "I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I know I'm five years late but I was such a fucking asshole to you and I didn't even know why."

"Yeah," she shrugged, taking a sip of her lemonade before speaking again, "You were a fucking asshole. I just hope you aren't now."

"I learned my lesson, trust me. I've been trying to make up for what I did since then. I was just immature and I liked getting a rise out of people," he shrugged as he looked down at his shoes briefly, thinking back to all the mistakes he made, "I think it was harder to get a rise out of you and that's why I didn't stop."

"You're lucky I'm a naturally patient person," she raised her eyebrows, still unimpressed with his apology, "And I'm also not a snitch. I might've been a nerd but I wasn't a tattle tail like you always claimed I was."

"Who was it that got me suspended then?" he asked out of curiosity, thinking back to when he got suspended for a week after writing all over Alice's locker.

Alice smirked, taking another sip of the lemonade before she answered, "Emily, actually. She promised me you would never find out who told and I guess she was right."

"I'm glad someone did," Chris smiled lightly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants as he swayed on his feet, "That's when I started getting my shit together."

"That's when you started only tormenting me," she pointed out and his expression turned apologetic.

"I figured out why I liked getting a rise out of you after that though," he shrugged and suddenly Alice was interested in what he had to say. She had always wondered what made her Chris Sturniolo's number-one enemy in school.

"Why?" she asked, leaning towards him as he peered at her, their eyes being on the same level since she had heels on.

"Because I thought that was the only way you would talk to me. You seemed so smart and put together and it made me mad that I wasn't like you," he explained, an annoyed look on his face as he continued reminiscing on his past self, "I envied you and I didn't know how to deal with it so I decided to be a dickhead instead. I don't know what I was thinking."

Alice's face was in a downturned smile, thinking back to all the times he had tortured her. He would always make comments about her school work or the fact she was a goody-two-shoes. He threw food at her after he heard she was top of their class and wrote on her locker the day she found out she was valedictorian.

"So instead of congratulating me like everybody else, you're first thought was to torture me instead and ruin every good memory I had with my academics?" she asked, a raised eyebrow with a slightly amused smile on her lips, "You are a fucking piece of work, Chris."

"I know, it was dumb. But I was a dumb kid, I still feel stupid now but I at least know how to handle that feeling," his smile turned apologetic again as he glanced down at her dress, "You look like you've done well for yourself regardless of my stupid decisions. What do you do now?"

"I got my bachelor's in child psychology. I'm hoping to be a student counsellor or something of that sort," she explained a proud smile on her lips, "Help kids who go through what I did."

"So you could say," he trailed off, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he did so, "You owe me your career."

"Alright, I can barely tolerate being here right now. Don't push your luck," she deadpanned, not daring to let the smile peek through her lips that she held back.

"You're right, my bad," he raised his hands in defence, a smirk still on his face, "That is really good though."

"What about you?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink as she adjusted the bag on her arm.

"Uh, I own a clothing brand. It's based in LA," he explained and she raised her eyebrows in shock, "What's that look for?"

"I just didn't expect a man who dressed like he was homeless in high school to have a clothing brand," she answered honestly making him chuckle before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah well, people change. Clearly," he gestured between them both and she now let the smile peek through her lips, noticing that it seemed like he genuinely had changed.

He may look the same and talk the same way but he carried himself differently. He seemed more confident and less arrogant, quieter and less attention-seeking. Maybe he had finally grown up, she thought to herself.

"Ali!" Emily called to Alice making her head turn before the blonde-haired girl waved Alice over toward the group again. Alice nodded towards her friend before looking back at Chris.

"You comin'?" she asked, a small smile still on her lips and he nodded, grabbing himself a can of lemonade before trailing behind her. He couldn't help but let his eyes scan her body once more, his thoughts travelling to things he wouldn't dare say out loud.

5 years ago, she was a small, frail girl who lacked the confidence Chris knew she had in her. Now she was a woman, her body filled perfectly and she radiated confidence as she walked across the gymnasium. Heads turned to look at her, shocked by the fact she was here looking the way she was and Chris felt eyes on him as well, probably wondering why he was following behind her when in high school, he made it clear he wanted to do nothing but torment her.

Chris never thought he would see her again but now that he had, it made him regret his choices even more. He always knew he was a douchebag in high school, he was deflecting a lot and he didn't understand his emotions at the time. But now as he stood beside Alice, hearing her laugh ring in his ears that still sounded the same as when he passed her in the halls, he decided he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

"Chris!" he heard the familiar voice of his childhood friend call. He spun around to see Nate walking into the gym and Chris smiled as he approached, "I didn't think you were coming."

"Nick and Matt thought it would be a good idea. Ya know, makeup with the people I was an asshole to," Chris shrugged, dapping up his friend who he hadn't talked to in a few days, "I thought you said you weren't coming either."

"Em convinced me," he rolled his eyes and Emily turned around, interrupting her conversation with Alice to focus her attention on her fiancee, "Speak of the devil."

"You said you would be here 15 minutes ago," Emily furrowed her eyebrows as she walked towards Nate, placing a kiss on his cheek and he gave her an apologetic smile.

"Got held back at work, my love. I'm sorry," he placed a quick peck on her lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You failed to mention your fiancee was Nate," Alice spoke up, a surprised look on her face but still somewhat amused and Emily gave her a sheepish look.

"I forget how little we know about each other now. It feels like time hasn't passed," Emily gave her an apologetic smile and Alice returned one with a shake of her head.

Chris couldn't agree less, he felt like so much in his life had changed in the past 5 years and he knew Alice felt the same. She looked completely different, she felt completely different because she was completely different. He just hoped her could prove to her that he was a changed man.

"We're going to a diner after this. Do you guys wanna join?" Nate offered, looking between Chris and Alice and the pair looked at each other briefly.

"Sure," Chris shrugged, knowing he had nowhere to be and his gaze met Alice's shortly.

"Uh, I don't know," Alice trailed off and Emily pulled away from Nate to step towards Alice.

"Please, Ali. We have so much to talk about!" she pleaded with her old friend and Alice hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

"Okay," she agreed quietly and Emily squealed to herself quietly before clapping her hands, her infectious joy radiating off of her the same way it had always done.

Why am I doing this? Alice thought to herself as she turned her attention back to Chris.

I'm so glad I'm doing this. Chris thought to himself as his eyes caught hers.

tags:

@dsturniolo @sturniolopepsi @chrissturnioloswifesblog @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @stunza @pinklittleflower @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @v1nuswrites

[v3nusxsky]

We both know how much I love your writing so I have to request some more sub Larissa x dom reader. (Plot is completely changeable as always I'll happily read whatever you write.)

My idea was r and Larissa went to school together. They had a mutual dislike of each other, r thought Larissa was stuck up and a rich prick who didn't know anything about real life and Larissa was annoyed r didn't apply themselves because they were smart.

Flashforward to present and r is at parents weekend since they look after their little brother and Larissa invites r back to her office for wine for a catch up and they end up finally admitting why they both annoyed eachother so much is because they both had a thing for the other and they finally end up fucking and r lovingly teasing Larissa about how submissive she is for them compared to how dominant she pretends to be for her job?

If it fits could you include biting/marking kink, bondage, breeding kink, bratty Larissa 9

Wand lots of after care?

Thank you so much!

Smoke and mirrors 18+

*Authors note~ only one tonight guys I’m sorry! I have to go on a family trip tomorrow so it’s been stressing me out preventing me from writing. Also car trouble which is equally as stressful! But here we go, I hope this is okay for you all*

Trigger Warnings~slight angst? Sub l dom r biting/marking kink breeding kink degrading and praise kink mommy kink strap on, oral sex

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You'd changed a lot since your Nevermore days, that much was certain, you and your brother Emerson had lost your mother three years ago. Since then, you'd raised him as practically your own son. Your ability is telepathy while he was a siren. So it really made sense that you were to send him to Nevermore just like your parents had with you. Your time at Nevermore was nothing but enjoyable apart from the stuck up rich prick that you had a dorm with. The raven haired girl wasn't so bad, hardly ever stayed in Ophelia hall but the blonde? God you couldn't stand how she acted or held herself. Really she didn't know anything about real life where you have to fight for everything and anything. Nothing is handed to you on a plate. Running to daddy wasn't an option because daddy was never there. It wasn't just you though, Larissa found you irritating, to her you could apply yourself more to your studdies, stop leaving everything to the last minute and take some responsibility for yourself. You had the brains and she knew that, she just wished you would use them more.

Arriving for Emerson's first parent's weekend was exciting, you'd missed the young lad and truly couldn't wait to hear about his experiences at Nevermore. What you were not expecting was to be greeted by Larissa. Surly she would've left Nevermore like you? It appeared not. "Emer? Who's that?" You whispered to your brother causing him to smile, "Principal Weems, she said I can go her anytime I miss mom or dad." So it appeared she did have a kind part of her. Interestingly. Maybe your younger self misjudged the blonde.

After she did her talk to officially start parent's weekend she began to mingle, making a beeline for you. "Emerson is this your sister darling?" She practically purred as the young boy smiled and happily introduced you to her. "Well well well, how many years has it been love? I'm sorry about Diane, she was always wonderful to me" she murmured and you nodded in thanks, "it's been a while, your principal now?" Pleasant conversation was made until Emerson's friend came to ask if he'd go into Jericho with his family and him, of course you chucked and ruffled your brothers hair okaying it. "Well it seems your at a loose end, would you like to come and catch up in my office? I have wine" she chuckled hoping the wine would sell you, truly she wanted to know about you, this air of maturity and responsibility allowing her to see how truly magical you are.

That was how you found yourself three glasses into her bottle of wine staring at the blonde, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. Perhaps that's why you did it, you lunged forward to capture the blondes lips before practically mounting her lap. Glasses of wine long forgotten as you straddled her lap, your hands roaming her clothed body as Larissa just let you. A submissive act. A smirk adorned your now slightly swollen lips, "do you want this Larissa?" You practically purred her name causing her to nod enthusiastically and cry, "please god please."

That was all it took for you to move down her body until she could lay flat on her back. Only then did you tear through her clothing to admire her in all her beautiful glory. "God you're stunning" you whimpered to her as you kissed every inch of her bare skin, loving the little gasps of need mixed with pain as you pinched and tugged on her pert buds. "Oh god please" she whined to you causing to nip at her breast, "who am I darling?"

"M-mommy?" She whispered causing you to find her stuttering adorable, the all dominant principal being nothing but a slut for her mommy just added to the power play. "Good girl darling, mommy will fix it okay?" The speed the blondes head was nodding almost had you feeling it would fall off, "please gods I need you!"

After teasing her thighs you took your first swipe from her glistening folds and you were a goner. As if you'd taken a hit of your favourite drug and needed more you dove back into her cunt, licking sucking and lapping at it. It was if you thought she'd run dry and you'd never get enough. A starving woman for the blonde. Larissa's whines and mewls for more only spurred you on in your task. You couldn't help but moan around her clit at the taste of her before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt. "Oh god! Mommy god please wanna cum" she mewled as you lightly scrapped your teeth over the rock hard bud.

"Cum for me gorgeous" was all you offered before you went back to harshly sucking on her aching bundle of nerves. With a very undignified squeal you were reward for all your effort as her cum drenched your fingers, her hips bucking wildly to ride her orgasm out. Of course you stayed there to help her through and saver your reward before kissing back up her body. "Shall we move this to your bedroom baby?" The hazy smile and nod of her head followed by her attempting to stand on shaky legs gave you your answer. "Oh no you don't princess, I've got you" you murmured before picking the blonde up, despite her blatant attempts to say she's far too heavy only for you to capture her lips to shut her up.

Tossing the blonde on a bed like nothing more than a mere rag doll you asked where she kept her toys and of course like the good little submissive she directed you to them. There you found a wide range, so it appears the snobby uptight blonde is actually rather normal. Who would've known? Selecting what you wanted, a double ended dildo that could vibrate you made your way back to the blonde. You were admiring the marks you left on her ivory skin, the desire to make more, to add to the collection running rampant in your mind. The blonde squirming in anticipation on the bed gave you more ideas.

Larissa Weems most certainly wasn't planning to spend her parent's weekend bound to her bed at the complete mercy of her ex roommate who she thought still hated her and vice versa, but it was true what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. You couldn't help but smile at the blonde being helpless and at your mercy. "Look at the Principal of Nevermore being nothing more than a whore for me" you teased as you secured the faux dick before teasing her soaking slit with the cock head. "Mommy! Please please put it in" she whined feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. "Okay princess, but I will not be stopping till I've come, using you like nothing more than a flashlight for mommy."

You did just that of course, you were humping the faux cock into her pussy at such a force and pace that all she could think see and feel was you. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her beautiful brain with every brush the head of your cock made with her cervix. Her moans now nothing but incoherent babbles and pleads to continue. Of course you complied, using her fluttering hole until you wanted to stop. "God I'm gonna fill you up so good princess, gonna make you so round and full for mommy. You'd like that huh? Nothing more than a cum dumpster for mommy. Watching you swell as you carried my child. God you look so beautiful all pregnant from me" you panted as your orgasm took over your thrusts.

Larissa came around your cock for the third time as you both rode out your climaxes together before you slipped from her now extremely sensitive cunt. Her cum still seeping from her hole giving you a sense of pride. You tossed the strap to the side and immediately came to hold the blonde to your chest. It is common that submissive people find it hard to regulate after such intense feelings but the beating of your heart could work to ground her. What you were not expecting was to feel a wetness hitting your bare chest. Her shoulders shaking with sobs but no sound. She was crying.

"Larissa? Darling talk to me what can I do love?" You murmured coming to stroke her hair. Hopefully you were providing some kind of comfort. "I - m sorry for how rude I was at school. I just I didn't want you to fail because you are capable of great things. I was hard on you because I wasn't ready to admit I liked girls. I liked you. I'm so sorry" she sobbed not really taking any breaths in between her words but some how you still caught them all. "Such a silly golden goose, Larissa I knew that. I wasn't ready either darling, I saw you as something I desire but can never have that's why I said those things. I like you too my goose."

The silence that overtook you both was pleasant and comfortable, both just soaking in the words the other said. But you were the first to break it. "Can I take you on a date Risa?" You murmured to the blonde causing her to smile and nod happily, "yes!" You matched her smile and tilted her head to steal a kiss. "Can I tell everyone that the Principal of Nevermore is my very own personal and private submissive little whore?" You teased causing the blonde to smack your arm, "and ruin my reputation? No way mommy!" The sounds of your laughs filling the blondes bedroom as she snuggled impossibly closer to you. "You are so perfect my golden goose" you murmured before a sweet kiss was pressed to her blonde curls. "Sleep my darling girl, you need your rest, I plan to use my pretty pet in a few hours time."

Word count~ 1910

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

First look.

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader.

Warnings; fluff, drinking, smoking weed, groping, kissing.

You cursed your bestfriend for dragging you to this party. You knew she was from a small town, and sure, Hawkins was a nice cute town, and you were sure her friends there was cool and all, and you loved and cared for her deeply, but parties were really not your thing. You usually hated parties after an incident that happened when you were younger, and you stopped caring to go to them after a while. Drunk people all around bumping into you, and music booming over some speaker or whatever as you walked up to the house.

It was fancy, and you felt like you didn't fit in at all.

"Stop whining, you'll have fun, I promise!" your bestfriend encouraged you as you stood in front of her mirror looking at your outfit, not really liking the look of it. But she promised you looked nice. She was more put together when it came to looking nice and dressing up. You usually thrived in your skinny ripped jeans, band t-shirts and studded boots.

She had made you buy a skirt for once, and somewhat okay shirt. Sure, it was still your normal outfit somehow, just a bit more fancy, if you could even call it that.

"Steve and all the others will love you, I just know it!" she squealed as she looked at you. "Especially Eddie, he will be so stoked!" she grinned at you, and it made you laugh seeing your bestfriend this happy over you actually agreeing to join her for a party for once.

She had been talking about how you and Eddie was as if you were the girl version of him, and he was the boy version of you, and it got you intrigued enough to make an effort when you knew he was gonna be there.

But now that you had arrived at your destination, and you saw how many people there were across the lawn and everything? Your anxiety started to creep up on you, and especially when a drunk dude bumped into you, probably caressing your butt by accident, but it made you tense up straight away, not trying to ruin the mood, you look over to your bestfriend that lights up like she just saw god.

"Stevie!" she screams, letting go of your hand and running up to the guy she was looking at as he opened his arms, walking down the front porch after her. As they crashed into eachother, they were both laughing like idiots, as this so called Stevie spun her around in his arms.

"Hey Munchkin! I've missed you, big city girl!" he laughed as he put her down eventually, still hugging her. You smiled at their interaction as your bestfriend pulled away, and turned towards you, giving you a big smile as she motioned for you with hasty hands to come closer.

"Stevie, this is Y/N, my big city best friend" she stated proudly, making you giggle slightly. "And Y/N, this is Steve, my small town best friend" she announced to you.

So, this was the big Steve. The Steve. He seemed nice enough. You thought before you bowed slightly to Steve as he huffed.

"Come here, I'm a hugger" he stated, as he pulled you into a surprising hug. You let out a slight squeal as he hugged you, but you didn't mind, so you hugged him back slightly before he pulled away, smiling at you.

"Welcome, Y/N" he grinned. "Lets find the others and introduce you, huh? Make sure you get a good and warm welcome as you deserve!"

Everyone was very welcoming, you loved Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Robin latched onto you straight away. She was holding onto your arm bridal style while she was showing you and introducing you to everyone, while Steve was on the other side, bridal style with your bestfriend.

"Now, where the fuck is that pothead again?" Steve spoke after looking around for someone.

"Which one of them?" Nancy laughed, and Steve glared at her, making your bestfriend giggle slightly.

"You know who" he stated, clearly annoyed, and Jonathan laughed.

"Argyle gave him some weed earlier, he is probably outside" Jonathan announced, and Steve huffed.

"He told me he wanted to quit" he said as he rolled his eyes, handing you another drink as you smiled at him. "I can meet him later" you shrugged your shoulders as Steve seemed as he deflated completely, as he looked over at you, giving you an "I'm sorry" look as you brushed it off.

"Beer pong?" your best friend chirped, and everyone seemed to be down. "Y/N?" Steve asked, and you shook your head. "I'll just watch for now"

Everyone seemed to be fine with it, and you actually had quite fun watching them figuring out who should team up to who, and scowling and laughing at eachother when someone had to chug their drink or didn't follow the rules.

You got asked to try a shot, and you did until you apparently took completely over for Robin as she sat down beside you as you were teamed up to Nancy as your bestfriend were teamed up with your bestfriend on the other end of the table.

"Oh, it's on!" you grinned, flicking your wrist with the ping pong ball in hand, looking at the last cup on the end of the table as Steve and your bestfriend tried their best to distract you. If you nailed this, you would win for the third time in a row.

And you did. Everyone got excited and Nancy and Robin jumped around you, and you pointed a finger towards Steve and your bestfriend. "Drink up!" you ordered with a smile plastered on your face.

After the fourth win of the game, you announced you had to go to the toilet, but would be back in a bit, as you giggled your way past your friends, a bit drunk, but happy, they announced they would be in the next room on the couch as Steve gave you directions to find the toilet and told you to go upstairs, because that would be less crowded.

You bumped your way upstairs, going by the directions as good as possible by the state you were in as you opened the wrong door, seeing a guy with long dark hair looking at you as if he just saw a ghost, as he puffed out some sort of smoke, making you giggle for no reason.

"Damn, you're drunk" he chuckled, and you shushed him, waving him off as you stood there struggling to be stable in your steps.

"Toilet" you announced, doing a tiny dance that announced to him you needed to pee.

"Stevie got a bathroom in here" he pointed beside him, and you ran in the direction he pointed, almost stumbling in his feet as you ran past him, giggling the entire time, not even bothering to close the door behind you before you sat down and did your business.

"Jesus" you heard him chuckle from the bedroom.

When you walked out, he was laying sprawled out on the bed as a starfish, and you flopped down beside him, giggling, not caring that he was a literal stranger.

He seemed to read your mind. "You know I'm a stranger, right? And you just laid down in bed with me?" he questioned your actions as you shrugged it off, rolling over to look at him.

"You just don't seem like you'd be dangerous or do me any harm" you slurred, stating matter of factly as your eyes got heavy, and you smiled at him with a goofy grin.

He looked at you and chuckled.

"Are you that girl that played beer pong with Stevie and the others from the gang earlier?"

"Yup" you said, the p popping as you spoke making yourself giggle as you reached up to touch his hair.

"Soft" you hummed, and he seemed to freeze, but didn't stop you from doing whatever you were doing.

You continued to caress his cheek, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look at him and your eyes locked for a hot second, making you blush.

"You're really beautiful" you said dreamily and he just chuckled.

"Now I know you're drunk" he tried to joke it off, but you playfully swatted at his chest as you scolded him with your eyes.

"Don't say that! You are beautiful!" you said more clearly, feeling yourself sobering up as you spoke.

"Y/N?!" you could hear your bestfriend shout from the hallway. You groaned as you pulled yourself off of the bed, but he stopped you, pulling you to him, making you fall on top of him, accidentally kissing him as you flopped down.

You pulled away as fast as you could, trying to get up, but he held you close, not letting go of you.

"Don't leave" he spoke, his voice barely a whisper as he looked into your eyes, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Okay" you whispered back, totally transfixed by his chocolate brown eyes, not even noticing your bestfriend in the doorway as she gasped, before she closed the door as fast as she could, startling you slightly, but he still held you close.

"You can kiss me"

"I am Eddie, by the way" he said, his voice raspy and soft as he got you to look at him again. "And I guess you are Y/N?" he smiled, and you nodded, words failing you completely, your eyes ghosting over his lips as he smiled.

So this was Eddie. Noe you knew why your bestfriend was so stoked for you to meet him. He was perfect.

And you didn't even hesitate a second before your lips crashed with his, kissing him hungrily, feeling brave all of a sudden as you sat up, straddling his lap, your hands on his chest as he moaned into your mouth, making your entire body ignite with some power unknown to you.

His arms pulling you as close to him as he possibly could, you grinding against him, your arms still on his chest as he grabbed a hold of your butt with both hands, lifting up your skirt just slightly to get a better grip.

"Fuck" he moaned, almost out of breath as he grabbed your ass so hard he spread your buttcheeks, feeling the air on your pussy gave you goosebumps over your entire body.

"Eddie?!" you heard Steve's voice from the hallway, making Eddie pull away from the kiss. Eddie whined slightly, as Steve's footsteps came closer, his door swinging open with a loud crack.

"Fuck" Eddie groaned, as you pushed yourself slightly off him, looking over at Steve, and Steve relaxed once he notices it was you.

"Thank god it's you and not his crazy ex again" Steve huffs, standing in the doorway with a typical mom-stance as he looked over at you both.

"Now, get the fuck out of my room!" he ordered, and Eddie pulled you with him, jumping off the bed as he pulled you with him out the door, patting Steve on his shoulder as he walked past.

"Don't be a sourpuss Stevie" he said, winking at Steve before he pulled you close, his arm around your waist before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Let me take you to another magical place" he winked at you, as you looked up at him, feeling that you would let him sacrifice you to the damn satan himself if he wanted to as you followed him willingly, dumbfounded by his beauty and aura.

~~~

I don't know what I think of this one, but hope you guys like it! <3

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noelashe foilism mirrorism ramble

Sorry for this getting into semantics type of post but. People always call noelashe narrative foils but i think that saying they mirror eachother (the opposite of foil) is way more fitting... I always thoughtttt i was the one that wasn't getting the definition of "narrative foil" but if you think that you probably interpreted their arc as the few moments in which they highlight Noel as "good" (only willing to attain his wish through dream-like means) and Ashe as "bad" (able to do demonic things to attain his wish). That's what narrative foils are, an apparent contrast between 2 characters who are completely different, but share some core value that somewhat unfortunately brings them together, usually between protagonist and antagonist who couldn't be any more different. But the point of the entire explanation imo is that their wishes are the same, even the fact that their methods make their wishes unattainable are the same, It's a wake-up call as to how pointless the preaching of morals on Noel's part of these actions is in order to alienate himself from Ashe (and painfully enough in turn his father), because both are rooted in something that is basically wrong/twisted since they are trying to bring a reality that is impossible into fruition out of their own selfish (selfless) desires. The definition of this is a mirror, 2 people who share many similarities which highlight the oppositional core value that sets them apart. So albeit it was disguised as a foil, the entire POINT of the revelation in Sirius conclusion is that Noel thought they were foils, but they were mirrors all along! See the literal CG in the game where Noel is looking in the mirror and sees Ashe. And while it is possible to have mirror-characters also be foils, while they are in some cases synonyms, i feel like with my own interpretation of the characters -- Noel as capable of more than he wants to think, the effect of survivor's guilt making him hold himself back, and Ashe as barely attached to reality & using the mask of evil to obscure the guilt he feels about the rational but unfulfilling reality of what happened, the survivor's guilt spurring him on to hide its existence -- I feel like they truly don't oppose eachother enough to be called foils, only opposing eachother in ways that comes down to ONE crucial instance: whether they are able to kill Claire or not. & that's what makes them interesting, since they have almost the same values, but the response to the guilt makes them seem like opposites at first glance. But they are not <3

[baura-bear]

when i say i haven't stopped thinking about this since it was posted. anyway i wrote about it, here it is.

Joe woke up in a haze. Raucous laughter from the other room had broken him from his sleep and he was certain it was still night. The biggest clue was Luz’s voice from the other room loudly doing an impression that Joe couldn’t pin down. Along with this, Joe was still absolutely smashed. His hand was wrapped loosely around the neck of a champagne bottle and he had to really concentrate in order to focus his vision. He couldn’t believe he’d been the first one to pass out. 

For a while he laid there wondering if it was worth it to rejoin the boys. Another burst of laughter told him he should get his ass in there. He sat up finally, looking around at where he’d ended up, impressed that he’d made it as far as a bed. What he didn’t plan on however was the fact that he was wearing a silky shift. “Wha’ th’fuck?” He muttered to himself, pinching the fabric between his pointer and thumb. It was comfortable but it most certainly was not what he’d fallen asleep in. 

He carefully pushed himself off the bed, taking a moment to regain his balance. Across the room was a vanity with a large round mirror. Joe stared at his reflection in disbelief. He wondered if it was possible to be too drunk because whatever he was seeing must have been a hallucination. He squinted at the mirror, stepping close enough so that he could lean his weight on the vanity. His cheeks had been dusted with rouge, mascara was clumped in his lashes, and blue eyeshadow tinted his eyelids. His lips had been painted bright red but had been smudged; by sleep or poor application was unclear. 

More laughter from behind the door broke his focus. “Those bastards,” he muttered.

He stumbled over to the door, struggling with the knob before he was able to slam it open. The sound of it hitting the wall brought immediate quiet over the men as they all stared back at him with surprise and amusement. 

They were all gathered around a dining table. They’d dragged extra chairs and couches to comfortably fit everyone. The room was thick with smoke and everyone was hanging off of eachother in ways that they wouldn’t if they were not extremely drunk. 

Luz was squashed into the corner of a couch by Perconte who was leaning heavily into him, looking half asleep. Babe and Johnny were both in comfortable looking arm chairs that had been pulled up to the table. Next to them, Webster was slouched in a wooden dining chair, a bottle of champagne resting in his lap. Malarkey was also in a dining chair with his back to Liebgott, he’d turned around to take him in. Someone was on the floor behind the couch, Joe couldn’t identify him as only a pair of socked feet stuck out from behind the couch. They’d started with significantly more men but evidently many of them had retired for the night.

“Fraulein Liebgott!” Luz exclaimed, raising up a bottle of champagne to toast him. “So nice of you to join us!” he giggled, looking around at the other guys for comedic validation.

Joe pointed an accusatory finger at the group. “Somebody is gonna fuckin’ die.”

Laughter burst out from everyone, even Perconte who Joe wasn’t sure was even conscious. Malarkey leaned forward on his elbows, holding his face in his hands as he laughed. Babe had leaned over to grab Johnny’s shoulder, shaking him as if to convey how funny he thought it all was. Webster had a distant smile on his face as he stared at Joe with his mouth hanging agape. 

Staring at his giggling group of friends he wanted to take every one of them by the collar and give them a good punch. “I’m serious,” he slurred, “You fuckers better tell me who’s idea this was,” 

Suddenly fingers were pointing in every direction as each man yelled at another about how it was ‘his idea’. 

“The dress was Luz’s idea!”

“Well, Malarkey found the lipstick!”

“Yeah, and you’re the one who put it on!”

“You said we should do his eyes!”

The room was filled with overlapping cries of denial and accusation. The only one not taking part in the discourse was Webster who was still staring at Joe. Joe stared Webster down with a scowl, raising an eyebrow at him. Web only laughed and shook his head as he raised the bottle to his lips and took a swig. He raised it towards Liebgott, offering it to him. 

Joe rolled his eyes, wandering over to take the bottle from Webster. He took it and shuffled over to the opposite end of the couch that Perco and Luz were on. “You guys suck,” he grumbled, slouching back onto the couch, practically melting into it. He had his legs spread wide so that the dress rode up above his boxers and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. The lip of the bottle came away lipstick-stained as he took a gulp from it. 

Luz leaned past Perconte to jostle Lieb’s shoulder. “Fraulein, did you hear? The war’s over, I think that calls for some celebration! We’ve got a mighty fine selection of brave men who I’m sure would be honored to take you to bed.”

Everyone around the table hit it with their fists, laughing along with Luz. Joe glared at Luz, smacking his hand away.

“Yeah, c’mon, gimme a chance, Miss!” Babe laughed, pushing Lieb’s shoulder playfully. 

Joe would’ve retaliated against Babe except the fact he was trying to push Perconte back onto Luz’s side of the couch. He’d fallen over into Joe and was cuddling with his shoulder. “I hate all’a you, I should’a stayed asleep.” 

“I don’t think Web’s gotten any action since we left the states,” Malarkey giggled, letting his face fall back into his hands. 

Web’s eyes widened as he turned to Malarkey, taking a cork from the table and throwing it at him. “Shut. Up.” It could’ve been a joke, but the way his face turned red told everyone what they needed to know. 

Malarkey’s voice was muffled but he choked out, “I bet he’d love a chance with Fraulein Lieb.”