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[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Something He Likes (M) pt. 2

The second part to the eighth and final part of the Pathetic series

Summary: Jeonghan and y/n are finally together. But what does being together mean for them?

This part is 31k which was too much for tumblr???? Because it was over 1000 blocks??? So it's split into two parts being released at the same time IM SORRY. Alexa play Hate Rodrigo by Yena

Warnings: Dubcon as always, let’s do this one more time: dom!jeonghan, sub!y/n, masochist!jeonghan, sadist!yn, lots of public play and I mean a lot okay, Jeonghan is a tease, degradation, dacryphilia, creampies, slight teeny tiny breeding kink if you squint at one part, pet play??? Like it’s not but he calls her a bitch and makes her bark idk what you want me to call that, cunnilingus, fingering, rough sex, mean!jeonghan, references to y/n being a toy and other demeaning things in a sexual manner (but like at this point we all know this right), praise!kink if you squint, the l-bombs in this one are crazy, jealousy from both sides, possessiveness from both sides, unprotected sex as always, bimbification? (yn is fucked dumb)

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This is part TWO of the eighth part of the pathetic series make sure you read this before you read what is below:

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He was too cruel during dinner, you didn’t even try to pretend like you were interested in the conversation. You knew you looked sick to his classmate. You didn’t even remember the classmate's name. You barely touched your food. Jeonghan messed relentlessly with the vibrations (albeit when you squeezed his thighs and mumbled a soft please, he gave you a good fifteen-minute break before resuming the edging).

His classmate ended the dinner early out of concern for you. Jeonghan put on a show of looking concerned when his classmate mentioned how red you were. He touched the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Are you okay baby? You should have told me you weren’t feeling well.”

Before finally, you two were free.

When you got back to your apartment with Jeonghan, your fingers were clutching so hard at his wrist that you thought it was going to leave bruises. Your cheeks were bright red and the toy was still buzzing away inside of you at it’s lowest setting that still felt like it was going to make you explode at any second.

All you wanted to do was get inside, get this dumb toy out of you and finally be rewarded for having been so good all day. You were desperate. You needed this. And so when you finally fumbled your front door open and Jeongyeon and Jimin were standing in the living room you wanted to cry.

“Y/n!” Jeongyeon exclaimed excitedly. You gave her a tired smile.

“Jeongyeon!” You said back, trying to match her enthusiasm but failing miserably. Jeonghan nodded his greeting towards Jeongyeon and Jimin.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jeongyeon asked, her excitement turning to concern the moment that she got a good look at you. You nodded.

“I’m just… Tired. Long day,” you replied. It wasn’t in any way shape or form a lie, but you knew that Jeongyeon could tell there was more to it. You gave her a look.

“Well,” she said, turning to Jimin. “We were just going out, but we should all go on a double date soon.”

She wiggled her eyebrows excitedly and you nodded.

“Yeah, that would be fun,” you agreed, extremely relieved to hear that Jimin and Jeongyeon were leaving. The idea that they would be there all night would have made you crazy.

You thought that you all said more to each other. Were vaguely aware of Jeonghan and Jimiin exchanging some words but before you could really register any of it, the two were locking the door behind them.

You let the tears that you had been holding back freely run down your cheeks as you turned all your attention to Jeonghan.

“Please, please, please,” you begged emptily. “I can’t do it anymore Jeonghan, I’ve been so good. I n-need so badly- I-I- need you so badly.”

Jeonghan didn’t look like he really felt bad for you. Instead he cooed at you lightly.

“Are you sorry baby?” He asked you lightly. “Do you understand what being bad gets you?”

You honestly didn’t even remember why you were being punished today. You didn’t really care.

“I’m s-sorry, won’t do it again I p-promise,” you assured. Your skin was burning. “Please Jeonghan fuck me. Please really fuck me. I need you so badly. I-I need to come s-so badly.”

“I know you do,” Jeonghan replied softly. He scooped your cheeks in his hands and pressed a light kiss to your lips. “You did so perfectly for me, you know that?”

You nodded, but it was just kind of automatic. Jeonghan lowered his hands to the hem of your skirt and then turned you around, bending your body over the back of the couch. He pulled off your panties which were damp from the little bit of cum that had dripped out of your pussy around your toy. He tugged at the toy so that it was almost completely out of you and then, pushed it back in. You let out a wrecked sob.

“Pl-Please I c-can’t-“

Jeonghan cooed sympathetically and pulled the toy from out of you, causing his cum to drip down your tighs. He pressed a few fingers into you experimentally.

“You know, I really like you like this,” he said softly. “So wet, and stretched out from being used all day.”

The phrasing made your whole body arch. God why wouldn’t he just shut up and fuck you already?

Just as you were thinking that, you heard Jeonghan unzipping his pants, and then you could feel his fat tip teasing your hole. When finally Jeonghan slid his cock into you, you felt like you could cry in relief.

Okay, you did cry in relief. Your wrists were grabbed practically instantly as Jeonghan began to fuck into you, his thrusts quick and desperate. He hadn’t bothered to take his jeans off, a clear indication that he felt bad about teasing you so much all day.

You could feel the denim brushing against you with each thrust, and each thrust was so hard it had your whole body shaking. You could tell that Jeonghan was desperate for an orgasm too. The sadist in him loving the sounds of your moans mixed with sobs so much that it wasn’t long before he had tugged you up by one arm, his fingers fiddling with your clit-

“You can come, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

You came immediately and as soon as your orgasm racked through you Jeonghan was coming too, spilling cum deep inside of you. His thrusts came to a stop as you fell limp against the couch, your heavy pants filling the living room.

Jeonghan pulled away from you and stood back, probably watching as his cum dribbled out of you. You let him stand there for a little while, but not long. You whined, loudly, garnering his attention back to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. He came up behind you, pulling your body so that you were flat against him. “Let’s get you washed up.”

You didn’t protest as he showered you. Mostly because you were too tired to, and you didn’t feel truly relaxed until you two were lying in your bed, Jeonghan’s arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.

“Are you really okay?” He asked for what felt like the millionth time. “Sometimes it worries me that you never safe word-“ His voice was light. He knew that you would safe word if you really needed to. “You were very good for me. Don’t think anyone knew all day that I was playing with my little toy.”

He turned you around in his arms and you drearily pried your eyes open to look at him. A small smile on your lips.

“Felt good,” you whispered back. “Feels good to be good for you. Like being able to do whatever you want me to.”

“Would you do it again?” Jeonghan asked. You let your eyes flutter shut.

“Not as long,” you murmured. “Shorter.”

“Okay,” he whispered. You heard him shuffling closer to you, one of his hands coming to your hair. He brushed his fingers lightly through your strands but the attention made you whine. You turned onto your back, but he was still able to mess with your hair at that angle.

Your shoulder brushed against Jeonghan’s your chest rising and falling as you fought, still, to catch your breath. You could feel him moving closer to you, felt his fingers brushing against yours, and the feeling had your mind buzzing despite how exhausted you were.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you tried to focus less on Jeonghan and more on your breathing. When you finally thought that you were calm. Normal. You opened your eyes and Jeonghan was staring at you with an odd expression on his face.

“Let’s break up.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. You hated how even now he was so difficult to read. His eyes were staring at you, wide with so many emotions that you couldn’t pinpoint in them. You couldn’t help the frown that pressed itself across your face.

“Really?” You finally said, after what was probably minutes of silence.

Jeonghan’s eyebrows furrowed a bit at your reaction.

“Yes.”

You stared at him. Again, his expression was unwavering and you should feel worried but for some reason you weren’t.

“No.”

Jeonghan hummed.

“So what? You’re just going to make me keep dating you? For however long you want to?”

His voice was serious, and yet… You could almost swear that you heard a jesting tone in it.

“I guess,” you replied pointedly. Jeonghan chuckled and rolled over to meet your gaze.

“I love you, y/n,” he mumbled. “What do you think… You love me yet?”

Your face reddened at the topic of conversation but before you could reply at all Jeonghan was tapping you on your cheek lightly.

“I’m just teasing you,” he said softly. He shrugged. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling about this relationship I guess.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You were teasing me?” You blurted. “About breaking up?”

Jeonghan laughed as if that wasn’t a bit psychotic.

“Well, now I kind of want to,” you replied, but the smile on your lips was very telling at the fact that you were joking. Jeonghan hummed, and tugged you closer to him.

“And what would you do then? Would you go date someone else?”

“Oh yeah. I think that Minhyuk would love to go on a date with me. And he probably wouldn’t tease me about breaking up.”

Jeonghan made a disgruntled noise at the mention of someone who actually wanted to go on a date with you, and he pressed the palm of his hand to your face.

“What happened to the y/n who was sleepy?” He asked you. You laughed a little, but the darkness that the palm of his hand brought you reminded your body that you really were absolutely exhausted.

“I guess for now you still have a girlfriend,” you murmured. You turned on your side, burying your face into Jeonghan’s chest.

“Trust me y/n, I would never dare to let someone as perfect as you slip away.”

-

It was getting to that point where waking up without Jeonghan around was weird.

You had always worried about getting into that type of relationship with someone.

Where waking up without them was more painful than anything else in that moment.

You pushed down the feeling- As far down as you could get it- And went about your morning as you usually did. You showered, got dressed. There was a slight deviation to your morning. A small good morning text that made you pause, and brought a smile to your face.

“Oh I know that look,” Jeongyeon teased, brushing past you, with a small poke to your side. You rolled your eyes at her, typing a quick good morning back before joining her in the kitchen.

“How’s school been going lover girl.”

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled. “I’m such a bad girlfriend it’s ridiculous.”

Jeongyeon’s laugh was light, but sympathetic.

“Come on, that’s not true.”

You waved off the conversation topic.

“How are you and Jimin?” You asked.

Jeongyeon hummed.

“Going,” she replied. She rolled her eyes slightly. “We had our first big fight. But I like how we resolved it.”

The thought of fighting with Jeonghan sent a shiver through your body. You couldn’t imagine him being mad at you. You wonder what he would do. You knew how he punished you when he wasn’t mad at you. When it didn’t matter.

But then again, you weren’t always great at reading his emotions. Maybe he had been mad at you before but you just hadn’t noticed.

You thought about it again for a few seconds.

No. He was too frustratingly patient and understanding towards you. There was no way that you had angered him so early on. At least you had that going for you.

“I’m glad you two resolved it well.”

You lazily rested your cheek on the palm of your hand as you watched Jeongyeon fall into the routine of making the two of you eggs for breakfast. Watching her cook reminded you of Mingyu and his cooking. It had been a while since you stayed the night at Alpha Mu.

Without really thinking over it too much you pulled out your phone and sent Jeonghan a text.

Can I stay over tonight?

Jeonghan’s response was immediate.

You miss me?

You rolled your eyes.

I miss Mingyu’s cooking.

Jeonghan didn’t reply but you knew that the answer was a resounding yes.

Jeongyeon set a plate of food down in front of you, to which you smiled at her and thanked her.

“I think that I’m going to be staying at Jeonghan’s place tonight,” you said. Jeongyeon hummed.

“I’ll probably have Jimin over then.”

You two fell into a soft conversation after that, catching up on what you two had been up to and how class had been going. You and Jeongyeon didn’t spend as much time together now, and you almost never seemed to be home at the same times but that didn’t mean you two didn’t hang out at all. You two still caught lunch together. There were moments on the weekend. And every morning that you were both home you two had breakfast.

And that being said, your days had changed a bit too. You texted Jeonghan quite a bit during the day, given that he was a bit clingy. He always wanted to know what you were doing, and how class was going, and if you were studying with Yeongtae and if he could come join you.

It was always a phone call where you sounded like a mother chiding their toddler: You’ll see me in a few hours. Just wait until then.

And then of course the minute you came over, in front of the others, he was always so quiet. Acted as if he could care less if you were there or not.

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Your eyebrows furrowed as you squinted at the paper in front of you, unsure of really what you could add to make this round out a bit better.

“Maybe we should add more examples,” your partner Zen suggested. You hummed at the suggestion.

“You don’t think we have too many?” You murmured. “I mean how many popular examples of bipolar disorder can we really add?”

Zen groaned at the question, letting his head drop onto the table.

“I don’t know,” he insisted. “I’m not a psychology major like you. How else are we supposed to fluff up this paper? We are just short of eight pages.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip in thought. How were you two going to add more to this paper? You were about to propose something when suddenly you felt a hand on the back of your neck, a thumb pushing at your chin to turn your head.

Your eyes were still focused on your paper as you were dragged into a kiss, and you only turned your attention fully to your boyfriend when his other hand came to your cheek, forcing your full attention to the kiss. Your face was burning red when you were finally released from the kiss, and your eyes flickered up to meet Jeonghan’s smug smile.

“Really?” You asked him, your eyes flickering over to Zen who, to his credit, was pretending to be focused on the paper again and not the full-out pornographic makeout session that he had practically had to watch. Jeonghan pouted.

“What? I missed my girlfriend. Can’t I greet you the way that I want to?”

You didn’t miss the way that his voice raised a little at my girlfriend.

You tried to control the burning of your face as Jeonghan pulled out a chair next to you.

“I thought you were going to wait outside for me,” you mumbled softly. Jeonghan sighed, his fingers tapping against the table.

“You’re late,” he replied. A quick glance at the time and you saw that he was right. How had you and Zen gone twenty minutes over what you to had originally planned. “And I won’t be distracting. I’ll just sit here.”

You looked up at Zen who was now openly watching you two closely. You could see the pain in his eyes but you knew that it stemmed from the fact that twenty minutes over meant that you two had been at this for over twenty minutes now, and the paper was due in two days.

“I wasn’t made for these kind of working conditions,” Zen insisted. “Mental disorders and their impact on societal interactions was supposed to be an easy credit.”

“Why didn’t you just take a different creative elective,” you admonished him. “Like a writing class.”

Zen’s expression turned deadly serious.

“You want me to take a class where they tell me how to write?” He asked, as if it was the most abdominal thing he had ever heard. “Writing classes are so stupid because writers don’t know how to grade based on the way you write. Like all writers write differently, but they want you to write just like them for a semester. No. Thank you.”

Zen yanked the computer over to him and his eyes scanned what you two had written.

“And yet here I am. Writing for a psychology elective.”

“Let’s focus more on the impact that it had on the people around them,” you suggested. “We talked about Carrie Fisher let’s talk about how fans took it, or if it made it harder for people to work with her on set.”

Zen’s mouth dropped into an ‘o’ and he scooted closer to you so that he could scroll back to that section of the paper. As he did Jeonghan’s hand fell onto your thigh, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

“My smart girl,” he mumbled softly. The praise sent warmth through you but you tried your best to ignore him.

“Add right there,” you said softly, pointing to a spot on the paper. Zen obediently added some space to the document and then immediately went to go find an article you two could read on the topic. As you two were reading, Jeonghan was getting progressively more bored. He shifted his head back and forth on your shoulder until you raised a hand to his hair and began to soothingly rub circles into his scalp.

That only sated him for about five minutes. Then he decided that he had been waiting for you for too long. His hand crept further up your thigh, and his thumb began to rub lazy circles around your clit through your underwear. You shivered under his touch, both grateful and regretting the easy access that your skirt allowed him.

“Are there any interesting words in your paper?” Jeonghan asked you, clearly asking if you needed to safe word. You pressed your lips together and shook your head.

“No words of interest. I’ll let you know if I think of one you would like,” you murmured back. He hummed back in response. Pleased.

You all fell into silence as you and Zen focused back in on your work, Jeonghan finding pleasure in playing with your clit while you two added to your paper. The teasing was thrilling, of course. You loved it when Jeonghan played with you. Especially like this. In a way that wasn’t overtly obvious in public. In a way that was easy to keep down. And you loved the way it made you feel like you were just something he could play with whenever he wanted to.

Jeonghan sunk a finger into you and you had to momentarily bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making any noise.

“Do you think this sentence sounds okay?” Zen asked you softly. You forced yourself to focus on what he had just typed and then nodded.

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” you agreed softly. You two were almost done with the paper. You had hit your page goal now. All you had to do was add a little bit to finish off the thoughts you two had added and you were done. Zen had already offered to edit it before turning it in tonight since he had a lot more writing experience than you did.

You spoke out some sentences that you wanted Zen to add, surprised by how even your voice stayed. Jeonghan didn’t go easy on you as you spoke. Instead he seemed to have gotten bored of how well you were hiding the way that you were soaking his fingers. He pressed three fingers into you and his lazy pace that you accossiated with sheer boredom was replaced by something more deliberate. He curled his fingers inside of you, trying to get a rise out of you. You ignored him, but then just as you went to speak again Jeonghan had smashed his finger into your clit, forcing a gasp out of you. Zen gave you a concerned look which you waved off.

“Embarrassed by all the pda,” you said lightly. Zen seemed to take that but Jeonghan hadn’t eased up during the interaction. He pumped his fingers in and out of you fast, clearly trying (and succeeding thus far) to drag you to an orgasm. You mentally fought against it, trying to hold back but you knew that if you weren’t careful your fingers digging into your palms would give away what Jeonghan was doing.

Then Zen’s elbow accidentally brushed your warm skin and you very quickly, quietly murmured your safe word. Jeonghan’s fingers immediately stopped inside of you, and he pulled his fingers, very carefully out of you.

Your breathing turned easy as Jeonghan cleaned his fingers off and gave you a soft kiss to the corner of your lips.

“You’re so good for me,” he said softly. “Sorry baby.”

Relief flooded your body at his reaction to the scenario. It was a whole different thing to know that Jeonghan would listen to you if you safe worded and to experience him listening to you when you safe worded.

The whole thing made your body burn hotter, your fingers returning to thread calmly through Jeonghan’s hair. In that moment you felt so grateful for him. You turned your head back towards him, and just gave him a look, begging him silently to kiss you. Being in public be damned.

He pressed a very soft kiss to your lips.

“Again,” you whispered. He did as you wished.

“… Again.”

A small smile and he kissed you again.

“You’re so greedy,” he said softly. “But I’ll spoil you tonight. Don’t worry.”

Jeonghan shoved you against the wall, as soon as you two were alone in thebathroom. You were only a bit embarrassed to say that you and Jeonghan had fucked more than once in this bathroom. And only a little more embarrassed to admit that you would be doing it more.

You whined as Jeonghan fisted the collar of your shirt in his hand, and hiked up your leg so that he could push aside your underwear and push a few fingers into you.

“Love it when you’re already nice and ready for me,” he mumbled. “It’s like you’re made for me like this.”

He unzipped his pants, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.

“You want me?”

Your eyes flickered down to his cock, and if you were completely honest it was like you were drolling staring at it. You wanted so badly for him to use your mouth, but you knew that all he wanted right now was to be buried inside of you.

You got a slap across the face for staring at his cock too long.

“Stupid slut,” he chided, and you would honestly never get tired of being called that. “Can’t have my cock if you can’t tell me that you want it.”

“Jeonghan please,” you begged lightly. “I w-want it so badly. Need you to fuck me. You know how badly I want it. Would have let you take me on the table in front of Zen if it hadn’t-”

 Before you could finish speaking Jeonghan had slammed his palm over your mouth.

“Shut up, I just wanted consent,” he mumbled his voice gruff. With his other hand he guided his cock into you and wasted no time easing himself in. Once he knew his tip was in he was pushing himself all the way inside of you with one swift movement. You let out scream mixed in a moan at how suddenly he pushed himself into you and your eyes fluttered shut in relief.

Jeonghan let out a pleased groan of relief, and for a moment he just let his forehead fall against yours, enjoying the feeling of being buried inside of you. After a few minutes you couldn’t stand it anymore. You whined against the hand that was still keeping you quiet.

Jeonghan sighed.

“Such a greedy little whore.”

He kept his hand over your mouth because you’re always too loud in public. You don’t want to be caught do you?

And began to fuck you hard. Each thrust had your back bumping the wall, but at this angle it felt like he was splitting you open and fuck it if you didn’t love that feeling. Jeonghan was sloppy, obviously letting out his frustration at having to share your attention earlier and… So much recently. You could tell he was tired of all the different partners you had been having for classes.

“You’re so good for me,” Jeonghan praised, little whispers in your ear. “Just taking everything I give you like a good girl. Always so good. ‘m so proud of you, you know that?”

Your face was burning, the praise pushing you closer to an orgasm than his cock was. You raised your hands to Jeonghan’s wrists, squeezing at him just for purchase.

“I’m proud of you for safe wording,” he mumbled. “But I’m also proud of you for just taking my fingers before that. Letting me play with you like my own little toy.”

His hand slipped off of your mouth, replaced by his lips. He didn’t really kiss you, just let you pant and moan and cry against his lips.

“Didn’t even know you knew your safe word,” he teased lightly, his voice still soft. One of his hands came to your hips, and he pressed you hard into the wall, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Just never want to sue it,” you mumbled back, knowing he wasn’t begging you for an explanation. Jeonghan’s breath began to come more frequently.

“Gonna fill you up so full,” he mumbled. “Make you drip cum down your legs the whole way back tonight.”

Before you could respond, he was devouring your lips in a breath stealing kiss, and immediately after that you could feel his cock spraying hot cum inside of you. You cried against his lips as he lowered one of his hands to your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit until your whole body was shaking with him.

He came down from his orgasm faster than you did. He stopped his thrusts, and slowly slipped out of you, letting his cum rush out of your pussy and soak your panties. He let your leg drop back down but with one hand he kept you pressed against the wall and with his other hand he kept you trapped in a deep kiss until your shaking had stopped.

He broke the kiss, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours.

“I love you,” he promised you softly, and the look in his eyes was so serious that you had to look away from him.

“Need a minute,” you mumbled softly. “N-need to sit down.”

Jeonghan nodded and helped you slide down the wall, burying your face in his chest in exhaustion. He murmured soft reassurances to you until you told him to shut up because it was turning you back on and you didn’t think you could take another creampie in the library bathroom.

But regardless. You were enjoying this, all of this.. Even if Jeonghan’s secrets were getting to you.

It started with the lactose intolerance. And it just few from there. Finding out from Mingyu that Jeonghan didn’t like this vegetable or finding out from Seokmin that Jeonghan hated this author. They were all things that when they came up and you didn’t know it you just… Felt bad.

You should know these things. Why wouldn’t he just tell you these things. He knew them about you. He woke up early and bought you coffee in the morning, and he bought you little things that made him think about you- like a little yellow duck statue for your bookshelf that you just couldn’t figure out the significance of.

Your biggest focus at this point in your relationship was to just… Not think about it too much. To just remember what everyone kept insisting to you. You would figure it all out eventually.

Jeonghan rolled over on the bed.

“Y/n, can you come with me tomorrow?” Jeonghan asked. You glanced at him, the hesitation clear in your eyes, but only there considering the last time that he had asked you that question.

You didn’t think you could endure a whole day of edging in public again.

Jeonghan waved away your silent concerns.

“It’s just that Jia is going to be in town and she wanted to get lunch,” Jeonghan replied. You waited for him to tell you who Jia was. “No shenanigans this time, just a lunch.” 

You supposed there wasn’t going to be an explanation. Just another guessing game on who Jia was the whole time that the three of you ate together.

“Sure, that sounds lie fun,” you said with a slight smile. Jeonghan hummed, happy, and turned your head to his, tiltingnup your chin with his index finger. A soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

“Thank you. I love you,” he whispered softly. “Good night.”

You sighed and buried your face in his chest.

“Good night.”

-

You really liked to sleep in on Sunday’s. It was the only day that you really got to yourself after all, but regardless when Jeonghan woke you up at nine in the morning to get ready gou were more than happy to oblige.

And your drowsiness practically flew out the window when Jeonghan insisted you shower together and pushed you against the wall ignoring the way your hands slipped on the shower wall tile.

“You gonna be good and take it quietly?”

He had to let you suck on his fingers while he fucked you against the wall to keep your moans down to a minimum.

Jeonghan took you to a small cafe off campus that you had never heard of. He didn’t supply you with any information about this Jia. No prepping of how long he had known her or anything of the sort.

Just a car ride with your spotify blend playing in the background.

You weren’t sure what to think really. As you walked in, your shoulder brushing his when abruptly a girl from the center of the homely cafe.

“Hannie!!”

She exclaimed, causing more than a few students in the cafe to look up in surprise. A warm smile crossed Jeonghan’s lips as the girl came rushing through the tables, colliding with him in a tight hug.

You pressed your lips together uncertainly as she jumped excitedly while hugging him. Jeonghan found it really amusing which was… Odd… Normally Jeonghan kept the touches with other people down, but he was encouraging it. He placed a hand on her head, patting her dark hair.

“Jia,” he said pleasantly, before his expression turned a little sterner. “What have I told you about not causing such a large scene places?”

Her smile turned apologetic but it was then that she noticed you. Confusion crossed her face.

“Oh, Hannie, who’s this?”

She didn’t know you were coming?

You tried to make your discomfort as unclear as you possibly could. You smiled and introduced yourself while Jeonghan just stood there and watched you two with a look you didn’t recognize in his eyes. He was up to something you could feel it in your bones, you just weren’t sure what he was up to.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Jia exclaimed. “I’m Jia but of course, I’m sure Jeonghan has told you all about me.”

She radiated certainty and her smile was so wide and pure that you just couldn’t tell her anything that was contrary to what she seemed to believe.

“He does,” you agreed lightly. “I was really hoping I would get to meet you.”

Jia gasped, that huge smile still on her lips. She pointed at you.

“You’re a liar,” she exclaimed with a laugh. “Jeonghan doesn’t talk about other people people. It’s been hell even learning about his frat brothers.”

She giggled again, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

“But I have heard about you y/n.”

There was a mischievous look in her eyes that almost matched Jeonghan’s. You weren’t sure what to say, so you just laughed again.

“Hopefully all good things.”

You were surprised when Jia reached forward and patted your cheek affectionately. 

“Jia,” Jeonghan said, using a tone that you were only used to hearing when you had done something that he deemed to be bratty. You had never heard him use it on anyone rlse before.

Jia pulled her hand back, her brows furrowed and her lips downturned.

“You’ve always been so possessive of the things you like,” she mumbled. She looked back over at you. “He’s been like this since we were kids. Always yelled at me for being friends with his ‘other’ friends.”

“We spent enough time together as it was,” Jeonghan said with a roll of his eyes. It made Jia pout.

“It’s like you don’t even like me,” she said.

Jeonghan let out a heavy sigh.

“You know I love you Jia,” he said, but he sounded like it was a chore to say. Jia beamed.

“And I love you Jeonghan.”

A twinge of jealousy shot through your body, but you pushed it down, reminding yourself that being jealous because she was comfortable saying I love you to him and you weren’t was stupid. 

But as the lunch went on, the stupid feeling didn’t go away. Not because of her really but because of how they interacted. It was so clear to you that they knew each other really well.

Better than he knew any of his classmates, better then he knew any of the Alpha Mu boys.

“Did Jeonghan ever tell you the story about when we went out drinking for my 21st?” Jia asked, leaning forward on the table. You shook your head politely.

“Well, little Hannie used to drink like crazy,” Jia said with a large smile. “And my best friend at the time… Uh, what was her name?”

Jeonghan seemed disgruntled by the conversation.

“It was Vivia,” he provided regardless.

“Yes! Vivia!” Jia looked back at you. “Vivia was obsessed with Jeonghan. She wanted him so badly it was ridiculous. Vivia and I were friendsd with mutual friends so she showed but and spent the whole night getting Jeonghan drunk.”

Another giggle from Jia.

“He was so focused on me that he was really paying attention to how much he was drinking, so at the end of the night he was so wasted I had to take him to his place and he just had the biggest break down. We don’t spend any time together anymore. Times have changed so much.”

Jia laughed, but again the conversation was clearly annoying Jeonghan. You bumped his shoulder and tugged his hand down under the table so that you could intertwine your fingers.

“Have you ever seen Jeonghan cry?”

You shook your head, but the thought was a little amusing if it were because he was drunk.

“Jia, you act like you’ve never done something embarrassing before,” Jeonghan grumbled.

“No,” Jia denied. “I just know that y/n doesn’t want to hear my embarrassing stories. She wants to hear the ones about you.”

You didn’t deny it and Jeonghan sent you a warning look over your silence.

“Well…” You trailed off. “It’s not exactly untrue.”

You liked hearing stories about how Jeonghan was a quiet kid in elementary school who had practically no friends. Or how he actually did have a crush on this girl in middle school but she made fun of him for his long hair so that was the first time that he cut it short.

“I like the length that it is right now,” you said. “I think your hair would look good really long or really short.”

As you spoke you raised your free hand to mess with a strand of his hair. His facial expression softened under the attention.

“You think so?”

“You wouldn’t think so if you saw this picture of him from when it was longer.”

The longer the three of you spoke the more comfortable you got around Jia. But the longer the three of you spoke the more that uncomfortable feeling brewed in the pit of your stomach. That thing that had been gnawing at you for so long now that you should be immune to it.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Jia announced. “But Hannie, I really want another Chai.”

She pushed two clasped hands forward on the table, giving Jeonghan a wide eyed expression with a small pout on her lips. Jeonghan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Do you know how much money you owe me?”

“Thank you!” Jia exclaimed excitedly. She hopped up from the table.

“Which one do you want?” Jeonghan tried to ask her, but as she ran away she just exclaimed.

“You know me! Just surprise me.”

Once she had disappeared behind the bathroom door Jeonghan sighed, and gave you a weary look.

“Thank you for coming with me today,” he said. “I love Jia but…”

You didn’t really hear the end of the sentence. I love Jia. You just never really heard him say that about anyone but you.

“Do you want anything?” Jeonghan asked, not noticing the words that you were clinging to. Not knowing the feeling in your gut that was destroying you. The pressure that was building in your brain.

“No,” you replied, but even so when Jeonghan got up to go order the Chai for Jia you followed. You stayed right behind him, your fingers tugging at the back of his shirt. You were quiet while he ordered, but the second that you two were standing at the counter waiting for it to be prepared and he made a: “Well you know about me and Chai.” That you just couldn’t keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Jeonghan I know nothing about you,” you blurted out. Jeonghan’s eyebrows furrowed and he glanced over at you.

“Huh?”

“I know nothing about you and everyone else does,” you blurted. “It’s like everyone we meet has all this history with you. Jiheon, Kibum, Cheol. When I first met you it was like you didn’t have any friends but that’s not even true. You’re close to everyone except for me.”

You looked away from him, embarrassed that your true feelings were coming out but not embarrassed enough to get you to shut up.

“I don’t know how you like your coffee. I don’t know your favorite foods. Your favorite color. What am I supposed to do when your birthday comes around? All I know is that you like legos, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just got you legos for your birthdays.”

Jeonghan was surprisingly calm.

“Y/n, I love legos.”

“But for your birthday? Everyone would judge me. Everyone judges me. I am the worlds worst girlfriend. Why are you dating me? Why don’t you date someone like Jiheon-“ His face said it all when you said that. “I’m just saying. She knows you. I don’t know you, what could I possibly-”

“Architecture.”

You stopped speaking, your mouth dropping a little bit.

“Sorry?”

“Architecture,” Jeonghan replied pointedly. “I’m an architecture major.”

Your mind raced to process the information but before you could Jeonghan was speaking again.

“And not that many people know everything about me,” he denied. “You’re overthinking it.”

You pointed blindly towards the room that you and Jeonghan had left Jia in.

“What about Jia?”

“Y/n-” A laugh erupted from him. “Jia is my sister.”

Shame rushed through your body faster than you had ever imagined it possibly could.

“You…” There was so much to take from this. “You have a sister?! I really don’t know anything about you.”

Jeonghan placed both of his hands on your shoulders, and gave you a very serious expression.

“Y/n, why are you still so worried about this?” He asked softly. “Do you still think that you’re not good enough for me? Really? After all this time?”

You were silent, because yes you did still think that. Even after all this time.

“I can’t tell you I love you,” you said, your voice very quiet. “Jeonghan, I can’t tell you I love you when I don’t know these things about you. I can’t tell you I love you when there are so many people that would be better for you.”

“But you do love me,” Jeonghan replied. Your frown deepened at his words.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” Jeonghan denied. “Do you really think that there’s any world where I don’t know how much you love me?”

You were quiet.

“I don’t think I could have gotten so lucky, to be with someone like you. Someone who cares so much about me, someone who wants so badly to be good for me that you would selfishly hold back three words that you desperately want to say all because of your insecurities.”

He sighed, and raised a hand to your cheek, his thumb swiping across your cheekbone.

 You felt so embarrassed to be under such a gaze but it was comforting nonetheless.

“Your biggest problem in this relationship is that you think you have to say all these things for me to know. You could never tell me that you loved me and I would still know.”

You were a little reassured but not that reassured.

“But I still don’t know you,” you said quietly.

“You don’t know my favorite color, and you didn’t know my major but it was mostly just because I was messing with you. Keeping those things from you cause I thought it was cute the way that you tried to figure things out.”

There was a small smile on his lips.

You were dating a psycho.

“You know me. You can tell when something is off. You can tell when I need reassuring. You know me. And that’s what matters, y/n.”

You sighed. You felt stupid. How could you have been so stressed for so long about such small things that didn’t matter at all. You had been so obsessed with figuring out what his major was, that you hadn’t even paid attention to the ways that you were being good at this whole relationship thing.

“Jeonghan,” you mumbled softly. “I love you.”

A smile tugged at Jeonghan’s lips, one that was so pure and genuine that it made you want to say those three words again, and again, and again, but you held back.

“I love you too,” Jeonghan replied softly. “More than you know.”

You rolled your eyes at the sentiment. More than you know. As if everyone didn’t know how much Jeonghan was in love with you.

“A ruby chai for Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan sighed, as if he was just now remembering where you two were. He gave your cheek a small pat and then wandered back over to the counter, thanking the barista as he picked up the drink for Jia. He tipped the cup at you.

“Do you like Jia?” He asked you. You nodded, but your face was a dark red.

In a café. You two were in a public café right now. And you had just told him that you loved him for the first time.

“She reminds me of you in a few ways,” you admitted, and you two made your way back to the table you were sharing with Jia. “I thought it was just because you had been friends since child hood but it makes sense now. I can see the resemblance in your eyes.”

“I’m sorry I do things like this to you so much,” Jeonghan said after a few moments. “I tease you a lot.”

“A lot is an understatement,” you mumbled. “But I don’t mind it. It’s how you tell me that you love me.”

Jeonghan’s smile tugged harder at his lips and you could tell that he wanted to say more but before he could Jia was joining the two of you at the table again, and you two were dragged right back into conversation with her.

-

“Okay, okay, how do I look?”

You stared at Yeongtae with a borderline bored expression.

“You look the same as you always do,” you said pointedly. His lips dropped into a frown.

“Y/n, it’s your first-time meeting Chaeryeong as my girlfriend I just want to make sure that I look good for the occasion.”

The pout in his tone was funny. A smile flickered across your face.

“You look fine,” you assured.

Now that finals were finally over you were excited to spend the summer with Jeonghan. Sure he had his internship and you had your job but you two had already planned to go on a day trip to some mountains to do some hiking, so you had a fun and eventful summer ahead of you.

He had proposed this. A party with all of your friends. All of the Alpha Mu boys, the Jiheon friend group, and even your friends.

You thought it was odd but he promised you that there was no alterior motive to the party.

“Just one last hurrah before the summer,” Jeonghan had promised. At first you thought it was strange, but the more you thought about it the more you understood. Jeonghan was sentimental and this school year he had gotten exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he had been wanting for years.

You.

When you and Yeongtae made it to the party it was mostly just catching up with people. You couldn’t really find Jeonghan, but Yeongtae was dragging you from place to place regardless. You two spoke with your friends and caught up over how exams went.

Yeongtae had become pretty close with Jiheon’s group of friends and he pretty quickly found his brand new way-too-hot for him girlfriend and settled in with that group.

You had to catch up with Seungcheol and Soonyoung for a while before finally you found yourself catching sight of Jeonghan. You sighed and stopped moving in the middle of the crowd of people. Jeonghan caught sight of you and his lips quirked up into a smile.

He slowly made his way over to you, and leaned down, giving you the smallest, sweetest kiss he had ever given you.

“What’s wrong baby? Not excited to see me?”

You just stared at him, a pout still on your lips. He sighed and pulled you up close to him, burying your face in his chest.

“What? You don’t want to spend time with our friends?”

You shook your head into his chest. You were glad he had thought of this. You thought it was nice of him to try so hard to merge your two’s worlds. Even Jeongyeon and Jimin were having a good time.

“You want me to take you upstairs and fuck you like the good little toy you are.”

Your face burned with embarrassment but you peaked up at him regardless, a smile on your lips as you gave him a small nod.

“Jeonghan, I really do love you.”

He smiled at you, and you could already see the excitement of what he was going to do to you upstairs strumming through him.

“I love you too.”

fin~

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Oh my god i just had to run overhere!

How are you doing? Holding up okey? Hows the mirror?

Inspiration you said....

Maybe something angsty?

Like in the terms of "I can't do this anymore!" ?

With Tangerine 🍊

Both are toxic people in their relationship?

I know, i know its kinda vague...

You do you bab 😘

Love ya 🫶🏻

hii honey!! im doing alright thank you! how are you? how you been? and you’ll never guess!? the day it broke I found one online someone was selling and it’s almost identical to the broken one??!? how crazy is that! and this idea scratches my brain so good, made it extra angsty bc I love it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 love you

NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE.

tangerine x implied fem!reader — angst no comfort

word count. 718

Communication —or lack thereof—in your relationship with Tangerine was an issue. It was something both of you promised, though it was simultaneously something each of you failed to deliver. When problems arose, you both brushed it under the carpet: either far too tired or far too busy between work and other life things to talk it over.

And so these minuscule problems stacked up, and what would have been a simple fix had now become a mountain of resentment.

Tension was prickly, like you walked on eggshells around the other. Nothing ever got resolved. Nothing ever felt clear. It just left a giant looming question mark over things.

Maybe this was just a rough patch, and maybe it will smooth over soon. But you couldn't stick around with the thoughts of 'maybe's. You wanted an answer on the direction of your relationship, even if that meant talking over your apparent issues.

Tangerine was en route home from the pub after hanging out with his brother, almost two hours late to the dinner you had spent all afternoon preparing. And when you see the taxi pull up out front, Tangerine stumbling and slurring as he gets out of the car, you knew there and then nothing would get resolved tonight.

You walk over to the front door, pulling it open as he approaches.

"Screw you," you say softly, defeat and disappointment evident in your voice.

He inhales, shrugging as he drunkenly kicks off his shoes. "You said seven."

"I did. I said to be back for seven," you confirm, eyes narrowing in on Tan. "That was two fucking hours ago."

"Yeah, well," he murmurs, pushing past you and towards the sofas.

"Not even a sorry?" you follow after him. "We agreed on dinner. We said we'd talk," you remind him, voice growing louder.

"Don't shout at me, head's fucking spinning."

You scoff, the noise frustrated and unamused. "Are you kidding?"

He brings his hand to his face, his palm brushing down the bottom half of it. "Talk about it tomorrow. Can't be fucked tonight."

"That's what we always say. Now look at us," you gesture between the two of you. "This sucks—"

"Seriously," he warns, interrupting you. "I cannot be doing this tonight."

You ignore him, talking over as you finish your thought. "—and I hate it. We make each other miserable and... I can't and don't want to do this anymore."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his spread knees. "What? That's it?" he straightens his neck to look at you. "Three years down the fucking shitter?"

You still, diverting from his stern eyes.

"Yes? No?" he prods for an answer, making you look back at him. "Hm?"

"We're not happy," you start, voice tired. "There's nothing here— there's no love. There's nothing left."

"No love?" he repeats.

"No," you squint at him. "You don't love me anymore."

He nods in defeat, the motion so gentle you could almost miss it. "Do you?" he pauses. "Do you still love me?"

You shake your head, and like Tan's, the movement is faint.

"Brilliant," he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

You inhale raggedly, trying to stop yourself from crying in front of him. "While you were out, I uh... I arranged somewhere for me to stay. I'll come back in a couple of days to pick up the rest of my stuff," you say, false confidence in your voice.

He doesn't look up, instead keeping his face in his hands - elbows still resting on his knees.

Nothing else gets said, so you head into the hallway, picking up the bags you had packed earlier. You carefully close the door behind you and make your way towards your car - loading things in the back as you finally allow yourself a brief moment to be upset.

And as you reach for the driver's seat handle, you take a final look at the house, now seeing Tangerine standing in the frame of the front door.

You return his nod with a soft one of your own and get into your seat. Turning on your ignition, you roll down the drive - making your way to your staying arrangement.

You just had to see him again in a few days, and then that's it. It'll all be over.

[moonshynecybin]

it’s probably been said already but rosquez howl’s moving castle

INSANE!!!!!!! vale's tiny earring vaguely androgynous wizard swag... old man marc... this got long?? under the cut

and see the thing is. i think this is a unique kind of torture for someone like marc. truly. like marc knows he's hot. marc enjoys people thinking he's hot. even in this universe, where he's sadly running the family shop so alex doesnt have to, i simply must believe he has six pack abs and is in fact invested in making people look at them. like he views his body as a machine, hes very active, he would NOT enjoy all of the new aches and pains and limitations that come with being magically EIGHTY. so after the witch of the wastes (uccio?? someone jealous and in love with vale LMAOO) brushes in to the hatshop that night and hates marc on sight/fundamentally alters his body, i think he IMMEDIATELY starts militantly looking for a solution.

the solution: the wizard valentino is this oft elusive but INCREDIBLY charismatic wizard known by whisper and rumor to a. be insanely powerful and b. eat the HEARTS out of his young suitors. and marc (CRAZY MAN.) goes oh well im not hot anymore so he wont do that to me. i will make him fix me! and then he invites himself into vale's home and refuses to leave! says i am your new HOUSEKEEPER. and you will help me break my curse thank you :)

BUT: instead of a mystical and powerful wizard, hes confronted with the HOT GUY that he met several weeks ago that he helped escape from the witch of the waste's GOONS. he was like. walking home. and vale (in his big poofy shirt) whisks him into a scheme... looks at marc all bright eyed mischief... and marc hasnt had any enrichment in his enclosure in so long and just feels LIT UP from the inside, falls into step with vale immediately, matching him as they go. feels ALIVE for the first time since alex took his apprenticeship in another town... so he helps vale escape, flirts with him a LOT and laughs even more. smitten. but crucially and unfortunately, he also has NO idea who vale is throughout this. so later when he walks in the door and finds out that the guy he has a major crush on is also THE WIZARD VALENTINO. who also has a small FLEET of HIGHLY SKEPTICAL teen boy apprentices that marc is now kind of in charge of coparenting and like. convincing to clean their rooms, its a bit of an insane time to be marc.

so some WILD but highly amusing control freak behavior from marc ensues.. lots of little frictions as he arrives... pushback from the kids, vale acting cold and dismissive, a brand new body that doesnt do what he wants it to do... but after a while, marc MAKES space for himself. forcibly improves their lives. settles in to a FAMILY and CRUCIALLY starts emotionally fulfilling the little feral animal inside him that yearns to throw himself off of motorcycles at high speeds. get this many adrenaline seeking freaks that know MAGIC in one place and they are inventing new types of danger Know This. marc is with vale and the kids doing insane shit. and for the first time since he took over his family's shop, he is allowing himself to do what he LOVES. find his purpose. enjoy a community. relieve some of the crushing weight of familial responsibility. its literally the best hes ever felt. and he is. SO in love. so so in love.

BUT im gonna pull something from the novel here: marc is also an incredibly powerful sorcerer. has been forever. he just has NO IDEA. like i see marc literally his entire life using magic in little ways to influence all of the crazy thrill seeking stuff that he's done, but entirely unintentionally. but vale fucking knows. could see it the second they met. in FACT. marc has already broken his curse (marc doesnt know that). but he likes sticking around vale. so he's unconsciously keeping himself old so he can avoid leaving. truly, like when he isnt thinking about his body and hes normal and happy he looks like his actual age. marc with silver hair just laughing with vale and the boys... smile lines staying there but wrinkles fading more and more as time passes... he doesnt want to go back to his old life!!! back to being unremarkable in the hatshop like he knows he should!!! and everytime he remembers he looks decades older... but vale doesnt want to lose him either. so he doesnt tell him. but he also vant make a move with it hanging over them like that... so they live in a fraught equilibrium of pining that is also lowkey a marriage LMAO. like you are coparenting. jesus.

EYE THINK. that the breaking point here is alex returning at some point. talking with marc. and marc is. SO happy to see alex. smiling as hard as he can. but also he looks older than he's looked since he first arrived. all of that responsibility and guilt rushing back for abandoning his life at the hatshop. and it TEARS into vale like omg i am keeping him here selfishly away from his brother.... so he sends him away, "breaks" his curse. and marc thinks hes being DUMPED. and thats how the divorce happens....

[nerves-nebula]

OK im still thinking about if sun wukong actually killed macaque. at first i was like... probably not, right? that seems pretty brutal for lego monkie kid and wukong doesn't really seem to act like it, like i don't recall him saying "you're supposed to be dead" when we're introduced to macaque, and idk if he's ever said anything that implies macaque has ever been deceased. So at first I was like. ok he probably didn't kill this guy there's prolly something else going on.

but then in season 4 wukong off-handedly mentions that he sent azure to the underworld himself in like the finale (i dont remember if he brought it up before then) which implies that he did actually kill Azure and that having done so wasn't so important to him that he felt the need to mention it before then. so ok. maybe he's run into macaque since macaque was revived and has already had his "but you're supposed to be dead!" moment. or maybe he's just not easy to catch off guard in that way since he knows people can be brought back from death, i guess.

HOWEVER the EXACT WORDING Wukong uses when talking to Azure is "I put you in the underworld myself, how did you get out?" which is just vague enough that he could mean that he imprisoned Azure there, but didn't like. KILL him. SO THE JURY IS STILL OUT.

an of course there's also this tweet, which seems to imply that wukong DIDN'T kill macaque

but then you gotta think well, if wukong didn't do it then who tf did? *SOMEONE* had to have done *SOMETHING* because Macaque has the scars to prove he was fuckin, bludgeoned to death through the eye. unless we're supposed to believe that Wukong just scarred him and didn't actually kill him (which would be disappointing to me only because i really like the idea of a guy dying by getting a staff shoved through his eye but makes the most sense for a kids show i guess)

or maybe this tweet is only implying that Macaque wasn't actually resurrected by LBD but maybe some other force working for LBD? that would be a bit confusing but it's a possible reading, considering that Azure also isn't entirely sure who resurrected him. seems unlikely tho since LBD corroborated this part of the story herself, though I guess she could just be playing along with whoever it was that actually raised Macaque.

anyway i don't have a conclusion here other than "probably didn't kill macaque, probably just wounded him" but i did want to mention that while using google to try to find the tweet above this happened

so i guess I'm googles fucking. preeminent Did Lego SWK kill Lego Macaque scholar out there. fantastic. EXCEPT. WHEN YOU CLICK ON THIS LINK? IT'S NOT ACTUALLY QUOTING MY POST. IT'S QUOTING A REPLY SOMEONE MADE TO MY POST. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW OR WHY GOOGLE WOULD DO THIS? WHAT IS THE AI BEHIND THE SCREENS UP TO THAT IT'S SCOURING THE REPLIES OF A TUMBLR POST AFJSDILFMDSGKASMGD

oh but also when i added "tweet" a the end to try to find the sceenshot in images, this happened.

also the post referenced there is good. i like it. it does less rambling and wishy washy ranting than mine and we basically came to the same conclusions, except they have better photos to prove it sfdfdsf. idk when google started pulling tumblr blogs as sources but i guess we're the only ones talking about damn show.

anyway thank you for coming to my post where i overthink stuff and screenshot google results instead of doing my work

[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), slow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: here's part 4, i hope it brings you at least some answers! (if not, i know part 5 definitely will!) (and also remember there'll be 5 more parts after that!)

Wordcount: 2.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

It wasn't insanely cold at all, but it felt nice to hug your coat tighter to your body, arms folded over and shoulders hunched up, as you made your way down the street.

You weren't crying, but knew you would the second you'd get home. Kind of wanted to now, not that you knew exactly why, but you'd definitely watch something sad if the tears wouldn't come on their own accord.

Maybe the thought of Joe fucking hating you would be enough. Because that kind of was it, wasn't it? Joe only was mildly friendly sometimes because you were friends with his best friend's fiancé. That was it. No other reason. Just had to be nice because you and Mark were a weird package-deal he now had to deal with just because he was friends with Poppy.

Well... tough.

Jesus, you were all over the place. Thoughts going from, why does he hate me? to, so what if he does?

Just as you turned a corner, you heard someone run up behind you. There were people about all over, so footsteps nearing didn't necessarily mean they had anything to do with you. But then before you knew it, someone fell into step next to you.

Joe.

Stubborn as you were, you just kept walking and didn't acknowledge him. Didn't say anything, and then, in some sort of weird power play, neither did he.

Silence.

Arms crossed. Shoulders high. Eyes down at your feet. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

With every step it became more and more annoying that he was just... there. That he followed you. That he was now walking with you, and that he wasn't fucking saying anything.

Not that you wanted to talk.

You kind of wanted him to leave.

But you could rise above it. Try to be the bigger person. Keyword being try.

You came up to an intersection and you knew that Joe needed to take a left to make it to his place. Instead, Joe took a right and kept up the pace next to you.

"What are you doing?" you refused to look at him still.

"Walking you home,"

It made you grunt under your breath a little, so annoyed by the fact that Joe followed the code of chivalry just so he could tell Mark and Poppy that he'd done the right thing. This wasn't a genuine thing. Joe didn't care about your safety more than he did his own standing with his friends.

"You don't need to, I'm fine on my own, thanks," and you sped up, but Joe followed suit and you secretly debated stopping all together to see if he would too.

"I know you will be," Joe said, voice sort of flat, void of any emotion towards you at all. "But you do understand that Mark would skin me alive if I didn't at least make sure you got home all right,"

How the fuck did him admitting to walking you home for his own sake rather than yours make him suddenly feel more sincere?

It's because honesty was still honesty, even if you didn't like the truth. It softened you a little despite everything, just, a little flicker of, at least you're not lying to me.

But you buried your kinder feelings quickly, shook them off and forced your thoughts elsewhere. There were enough other people about, enough hustle and bustle happening all around you for you to divide attention. There was plenty to look at, plenty to listen to and plenty to think of.

Walking beside Joe without sharing any words only really became weird when the streets became quieter and emptier as you got closer to your flat.

It was silent for a while, just the sound of your in-sync footsteps following you. You realised you were growing more and more annoyed at the sight of your old jeans and ratty trainers next to Joe's pressed trousers and shiny loafers.

So pretentious, you thought.

It's just his style, you thought immediately after, berating yourself for thinking mean shit all the time. Just because Joe didn't like you - potentially hated you - didn't mean you had to think mean shit of him in return. You could be the adult here. The grown-up who was above all of this dumb teenage behaviour.

"I'm sorry," Joe suddenly said, "I shouldn't have said–"

"That's okay," you lied, not needing his apology.

Joe accepted your interruption, and another silence took over.

Rise above, you thought to yourself. Rise above all of it.

When you had to wait at a crossing, you suddenly sighed, loudly.

"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have snapped the way–"

"That's okay," Joe said, copying your earlier interjection and you were scared to look up at him in case he was smiling.

You weren't going to accept it quite as easily though.

"It's just," you inhaled a sharp breath, "I don't know, I made a shitty comment and I regret it and I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, because I have too, and," you winced in true regret.

"What do you mean?"

Cool. Joe was going to make you repeat yourself. Rub salt into that wound. Sure. Why the fuck not?

"Do people not constantly ask you if you're dating Poppy?"

"Only everyone," Joe said, and you could hear his smile as he said it. You still refused to look. "Especially, my mum," Joe then added, and you couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped you.

You quickly reeled it all back in though. Cleared your throat. Kept your smile to yourself, and your eyes down where they had been for most of your walk.

You assumed Joe would elaborate, but it stayed quiet next to you.

Awkward and familiarly distant, exactly like you knew Joe to be.

Suddenly, Joe jogged a few steps ahead as you walked past a pub, and you saw him reach for the door - not to the pub, but to the place next to the pub. You slowed to a halt.

"Gelato?"

Joe couldn't just say ice cream like a normal person, could he?

"My treat," Joe waited patiently, the door to the ice cream place held open by one hand, whilst the other resided in one of his pockets. It was past 10 by now, but there were still people inside getting their sugary fix of Italian desert and you were about to say no, until you stomach growled.

You'd barely had any food tonight, and even though it wasn't exactly the type of weather to indulge in a cold treat, you actually really craved something sweet. Looking at all the bright colours of frozen goodness behind the glass only confirmed that for you.

You gave an exaggerated sigh, playing now, and said "Fine," through an eye roll. As if saying yes to ice cream was a favour you were doing Joe, and not the solution you needed to sober up a little.

The smallest of smiles appeared on Joe's face, head tipping down as you walked past him, stepping inside, before he followed you.

Five minutes later, you were sat at a small table, both with little tubs of beautiful ice cream and little plastic colourful spoons, shoveling straciatella and pistachio goodness into your gobs.

You were practically groaning over how good it was.

"How's yours?" you asked when Joe didn't seem half as into it as you were.

Ever silent, ever cumbersome.

"Oh, s'good," he said before he went in for another bite, and you had to really resist the urge to reach over and go for a spoonful from his portion.

It was like Joe read your mind, because, before you had even really finished your thought, he nonchalantly slid his tub of ice cream across the table.

You just looked at it for a moment as he still held it in his hands, and then tapped it against the surface, signaling for you to dig in.

Interesting.

You took a small spoonful, and Joe was right. That was good. Yours was better though.

Were you the type of people to share ice cream together?

No. Far from it, actually.

But did you?

"Mine's better,"

Yes, you did.

You copied Joe, sliding your tub over to his side of the table for him to have a taste of yours.

Joe took a far larger glob of ice cream from you than you'd taken from him, but you didn't say anything. He'd paid, and you had just claimed that yours was better, so you let it slide.

Joe narrowed his eyes up at the ceiling and worked the taste of your choice of ice cream into his mouth before swallowing and concluding, "Yea, that's good too."

Not agreeing, not disagreeing, but a secret third nonthreatening thing: light diplomacy. It kind of made you chuckle at how safe Joe was being. Earlier you'd been full force trying to ruffle each other's feathers all over. Now, it was careful words, and silence.

You decided to take advantage.

"I feel bad,"

Joe's eyes shot up to look at you.

"I shouldn't have said anything about the picture of you and Poppy," and you kind of meant it.

"I don't know why I brought it up. It was stupid, you can do whatever you want in your own house, it's - it's not fair of me to assume anything, and,"

Joe was about to say something, so you upped your volume to make sure he'd let you finish.

"And, I want to say sorry, I can be... I don't know, vengeful and unforgiving if I don't use my brain, so, I'm sorry. Forget I said anything about it."

Joe listened, and then looked at his last few bites of ice cream before he chuckled.

Laughed.

For a moment you thought he was laughing at you, and you could feel your defenses itch. You were absolutely ready to fall right back into snarky comments and glares.

But then Joe squeezed his eyes shut, scrunched up his nose and said,

"It's unbelievable how much you and Poppy are alike,"

You eyed him somewhat suspiciously.

"Honestly, it's remarkable. Might as well be the same person."

You'd heard Mark say this time and time again, but you were curious what similarities Joe could see. He barely knew you, after all.

"Alike how?"

"Well, for starters," Joe made big eyes and inhaled a deep breath. "Vengeful and unforgiving? Tick," Joe said as he pretended to tick an item off an imaginary list. "Apologising for it? Tick,"

You huffed a laugh, and saw Joe smile too.

"No, I'm joking," Joe continued, "But sometimes she... tonight Poppy got drunk just because she..." Joe paused, and you thought you could sense a little hesitation. "She forgot to use her brain and got a little vengeful and a little unforgiving," Joe finished, keeping things vague and unclear.

"Was it about Mark?" you pried.

Joe just smiled at you.

"She worries too much,"

You mimicked ticking that off whatever imaginary list Joe'd been writing on, because you fucking worried about everything all of the time. Joe huffed a laugh at it, and another short silence fell where you finished your ice cream and then watched Joe finish his.

"I know Poppy gets jealous sometimes," you confessed. "It's truly unnecessary, because I would never, ever. Never. With Mark, I mean," and you visibly shuddered at the thought. "Absolutely not," you weren't sure if you needed Joe to know, or if you hoped that he'd tell Poppy that you said that.

"It's not that," Joe said, which kind of threw you for a loop. "That's not what she worries about,"

And like you weren't in the middle of a somewhat civilized conversation, especially considering it was the two of you doing the talking, Joe collected your empty tubs and spoons and got up, ready to leave. He dumped the rubbish into a bin near the front, and then kindly held open the door for you again as you headed out.

Outside, you carried on the walk over to your flat, but this time, it was a lot more leisurely than before. Slower steps. Hands in your pockets instead of crossed over your chest. Shoulders relaxed. The air not quite as... hostile as before.

You looked at Joe and wondered if you were going to have to ask him what he meant earlier. You could practically see him think. Go over what to reveal to you, and what not to. For Poppy's privacy, you were sure.

Giving him a minute seemed to do the trick, because suddenly, he spoke.

"She worries that you know Mark better than she does... that you mean more to him than she ever will,"

Silly, you thought. Didn't say it.

"She's always like, am I still only second best to him?"

"Oh my God," you didn't want to sound like you thought that was the dumbest thing you'd ever heard, but that just slipped right out.

"No, I know," Joe smiled, immediately agreeing. "Trust me, I know,"

"Second best?" you repeated. "Does she really think that?"

Joe just sort of nodded.

"But we're not... we're not even in the same rankings. I might top the scales when it comes to all of his friends, but, Poppy is... she should hear how he can go on about her. It get's a little gross, sometimes. She really doesn't need to worry,"

Was this why Poppy had so intensely told you that you were important to her at the bar? Had Poppy and Joe talked, and had she shared all of her vengeful and unforgiving thoughts before using her brain and apologising? Was telling you she loved you with your face squished in her hands her way of apologising to you?

"Can you tell her for me? I'll do it myself too, but I imagine it'll stick more when you tell her,"

You rounded the corner into your street.

"I will. It's not... it's not always like that, though," Joe said.

"Oh, no, of course," you got it.

Everyone had their moments, didn't they?

"But can you blame her?" Joe suddenly said, and you turned your head to look at him. Joe had his eyes aimed at the pavement.

"What are you implying?" you asked cautiously.

"Well," Joe started, and if you weren't mistaken, you could see his jaw clench a little. Was that annoyance?

Was Joe annoyed with you?

For fucking what?

You'd been right before. There was definitely some sort of real hatred within Joe that was all specifically curated for you.

Great. Just, so great.

You immediately grew defensive, felt it bubble up in your gut, but tried to keep it there until you knew for sure it was needed.

"Mark's very protective," Joe said pointedly, immediately making you frown.

You wanted to argue, and tried to think of things to prove him wrong, but your mind faltered and words got stuck in your throat. All you could come up with were memories of your earlier teens where Mark's protectiveness was exactly what had made you become friends.

"Guess so," you mumbled quietly, sort of deflated, not really wanting to get into it.

Besides, you'd reached your flat, so rounding of your conversation was smarter than delving into a whole other conversation you would then need to have by your front door. Oh man, even just thinking of rounding off a stuttery conversation with awkward goodbyes made you cringe.

"But you're right," Joe said loudly as you pulled your keys from your pocket.

"The framed photo is a little weird, given that I cropped the two of you out,"

You stilled entirely and just looked at him. Looked to see if you could find a hint of humour. Anything to indicate he wasn't being serious. You came up blank.

"I'll see about replacing it,"

You just sort of blinked at him.

He didn't need to actually go and replace it, what the fuck.

You were a loss for words, completely unable to think of the right words to say, so you just stood there and said nothing until it became weird.

"Good night," Joe then said with a small smile as he nodded his head down at you before turning on his heel and walking back the way you'd come. A few steps out he looked over his shoulder, lips pressed into a tight smile and he waved.

Motherfucker waved at you with wiggling fingers and a kind face and Jesus fucking Christ.

It was dead silent in your street, and you really had to force yourself not to watch Joe walk away, not to listen to Joe walk away, until he was out completely out of sight.

Inside, you pulled your phone out and opened your text thread with Mark. You had one really important question to ask him, and it couldn't wait 'til morning.

"hey, quick q, why the fuck don't Joe and I get plus ones to your wedding?"

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[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Someone liked my post about how Amren should have to drink fae blood and since ive been on a pretty big vampire kick since about october of last year Im just thinking about what if acotar was about vampires. first of all, i think sjm writing vampires would make me very angry, i hear that the way she writes fae makes fae-fans really angry and I can definitely see why even though i dont know THAT much about fae, I just dont have a whole lot of personal investment in the accuracy and interestingness of fae lore, but I am highly invested in vampire lore it would make me pretty mad but I think itd be more fun for me to complain about, so what Im saying is sjm should totally write a book series about vampires

But anyway, lets get back to my initial thought of 'What if ACOTAR but vampires'. honestly, theres not much to get back to because Im basically just rotating some vague aesthetic bullshit in around in my mind. Oh, also I just had a thought, what if Feyre had to experience episode one of the hit-netflix miniseries Dracula (2020). I think she'd kill that old man if im honest. OH wait no, speaking of dracula series

Okay so, imagine this: at some unspecified point in the future, Feyre gets sick and tired of Prythian and leaves, I was gonna say Rhysand died before that but i dont wanna imply that she only left because he died and also I remembered that stupid death bargain existed. So she leaves and she actually goes back to the mortal realm, but she goes to the continent instead of returning to her home village, she wants a completely fresh start and shes like, pretending to be a human too, shes hiding her ears and glamouring herself and whatnot. With her shes brought some faerie lights as well as all of the stuff she needs to make a whole lot more of them, because shes gonna sell faerie lights as this groundbreaking alternative to more traditional light sources. So she rolls up to the scene, this hot mysterious foreign entrepeneur, shes enlisted that mercenary from all the way in the beginning of ACOTAR to help her in her endevour, and shes got all these suits who have a vested interest in maintaining a monopoly on light sources so theyre doing everything they can to prevent her from getting faerie lights of the ground, but Feyre simply keeps evading them. At some point she aquires a boytoy with whom she does not have any kind of sexual or romantic relationship with its exclusively professional and for the sake of her faerie light business, Feyre ends up seducing her boytoys fiancee and just absolutely destroys her marriage. Thats when those light source suits come back in, they have still been trying to bring Feyre down while shes been busy seducing but now theyre back at the foreground, and they approach the boygoy being like "hey, we heard that mysterious weirdo stole ya girl. Well, shes in danger of stealing our profits as well so how about you sabotage her and destroy her business and life" maybe they would mention something about her being a dangerous fae as well but idk, theyre like capitalists so Im not expecting them to care that much about the danger. But whatever, boytoy says "sure I'll do that" and he goes over to this big warehouse/factory type building where they make/store all the faerie lights. Feyre is about to give this big show where she properly shows the public how the faerie lights work and how you can replace normal lamps with them, this has been planned for months now and theyre storing all these lights in one place. So boytoy goes to where they store all the lights and he fucks with them a little, and then Feyre goes up on like a stage in front of am audience holding a faerie light and shes giving this presentation on how they work and whatnot, but as she goes on she notices that theres something very wrong and she realizes that all the faerie lights are about to EXPLODE OH NO so she tells everyone to run away, get out of town as quickly as possible, but its too late; she just barely manages to save her girlfriend/boytoys fiancee but everyone else dies in this massive explosion that just completely destroy a good chunk of the town. And then Feyre and her new gf have sex in the rubble, i think? Idk, and then after that they decide to travel a bit and live a quiet life and maybe try the whole entrepeneur thing somewhere far away from the town that feyre just exploded

and thats my pitch for an acotar au based on the hit tv show Dracula (2012)

[sergeifyodorov]

calle, mikko and eichel for the send me a character ask thing >:)

hehehe taylorrrr <33

i confess im terrible at remembering my first impressions so thats gonna be the least filled out part but lets get INTO it

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Cale: “Everyone has been talking about this man’s rosy cheeks and -- wow, he really does have rosy cheeks”

Mikko: [vague absorption of names you hear when you’re watching a game but you don’t know what’s going on][oh yeah that mikko rantanen guy is an av]

Eichel: “The guy who’s kind of bitchy”/ lbr it was mceichel slashfic

IMPRESSION NOW

Cale: Sweet little rosy-cheeked milkmaid of a babygirl. That hair looks like a baby bird. Dude is a nerd, and probably going to be the Avs’ next captain. That Conn Smythe run was memorable as hell, and I’ll always remember him as a playoff performer, even though the Avs are literally all hurt. Except Mikko.

Mikko: HART 2023 WINNER IN MY MIND. For some reason to me (ngl, my opinion on the Avs is “favourable but I don’t think about them”) he is the only Av who played the whole season -- he carried the entire fucking team through that early-season hell where everyone was really really hurt, as opposed to only mostly hurt like they were in the back half (plus Natemac was back). All this has cemented to me that he is an underappreciated big beautiful blonde moose of a man. Great tits as well if i have to be honest.

Eichel: My bitch wife. Mad respect for being apparently the only hockey out there who knows how to take care of his body (i see u going right down the tunnel when somethings wrong instead of trying to tough it out on the bench. Yesssssss). Robbed of the Smythe. People keep trying to say that he’s not better than McDavid -- this is obvious, but that’s not the point! Also I think it’s funny that that attitude (read: self-respect) has caused people (sabres fans) to note him as a locker-room cancer. It turned out that it made him a playoff performer instead. Not that I want VGK to win more Cups (for purely petty reasons, namely that my leafies should win out), but I do look forward to seeing him tear up the playoffs from here to kingdom come. Also, he’s not objectively handsome but i want him carnally.

FAVOURITE MOMENT

Cale: Just watching him skate/man the power-play. His edges are gorgeous, he’s really in the top tier of pure skaters out there. Also the Stroopwaffel Incident

Mikko: Hm. Probably that one media where they had Avs do the heart hand thing and he didn’t understand it? Himbo supreme. Just so large, and so beefy, and so stupid

Eichel: Do I really have to say it?

IDEA FOR STORY

Cale: He is the barmaid that the cowboy (natemac?) sees when he enters the mysterious Old West town’s saloon for the first time. He’s got this sort of quiet demeanour that everyone knows not to mess with, because he’s smart as a whip and he’ll get you if you don’t know what’s good for you. Maybe it turns out he’s also the rival gunslinger and we can have this Dark Cale against nate. (and then they kiss)

Mikko: Equal parts romcom boyfriend and werewolfcore. Werewolf boyfriend. I’m sure there are no paranormal romances with a plot that can be established in this manner

Eichel: I’m still on the mceichel train I prommy but I admit the eichel section in scheherazade was really quite fun… I’d like to stay a little bit in that universe, only not plunking auston in just having him already be there. The eichelston teammates to ex-teammates to teammates again to lovers. They could be gossipy haters together. They could kiss under the moonlight. 

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Cale: I think this new failgirl era (questionable concussion treatment) is a dangerous trajectory for him. We’ve already seen many, many NHLers with promising careers interrupted or cut short by concussion mismanagement, and Cale is one of the best and brightest of the younger generation. I’d hate to see him go down the path of someone like Kariya.

Mikko: HART 2023 WINNER IN MY MIND!!!

Eichel: I’m not sure if eichelthirsting is unpopular or not (or if any of my opinions are unpopular really), but that is what i’m going to say. I saw pictures of him post-Cup with his shorts rolled up all the way and that leg exposed to get the Cup tattoo, and. Awooga. 

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Cale: Cale x a good nights sleep, cale x stroopwaffel. I think natecale is probably a pleasing one, just because they’re both Canadian Weirdguys, but i’m going to be honest I haven’t read many Cale fics. (Yes, to anyone who might b reading, this IS an opportunity to drop your fic recs in here. Id love em)

Mikko: Arsirane, I don’t have time for messing around

Eichel: McEichel, just because of that juicy juicy Narrative. They don’t have any personal beef with each other, but if you lock them in a room I bet they’d complain to one another so much about the media that they’d start spontaneously kissing. 

FAV HEADCANON

Cale: ex-emo kid. We’ve all seen that one photo of him with the bad black hair dye job, whether it’s real or not. I would just like to state that I also believe he can bust out I Write Sins Not Tragedies on the karaoke machine if he is JUST this side of drunk and horny enough.

Mikko: Reportedly funny, but probably the kind of funny where about half the time he doesn’t realize that what he’s said is hilarious, but everyone else laughs at it anyway (he doesn’t mind this. It’s a point of pride)

Eichel: im gonna vote him Most Likely To Kiss His Teammates Platonically On The Mouth 2k23

[justsomeectoplasm]

Me every time you mention your characters:

This applies to worldbuilding too

Im late in answering this but THANK YOU! I was always kind of scared of sharing my original oc's since I keep thinking no one would be interested in them.

But I'd like to take some time to actually explain one set of them instead of just throwing vague hints at them. I did draw some of them on this blog but if people like them enough I'll start actually drawing them.

So uh, here take this!:

This world has a bit of a animals (not furries) x criminal underground x martial arts idea. In this world, hybrid animals of all types roam the world. But our characters live in a city called "Zoia", a lawless city full of hybrids that live tough lifes of crime and chaos. In this city, 4 bosses called the "Wilders" rule parts of the city through thier meticulous scheming and martial art prowess.

Monkey:

An aspiring young con-man of 30 years old. He's charismatic, but also kind of a loser that doesn't know when to seperate his outrageous goals from reality, making it his job of doing petty thefts and reselling what he "borrowed" at the kiosks. His arrogance often leads him to get his ass kicked, and he gets in trouble with smaller gangs because of his thefts on their turfs. Still, he likes to think he has a shot at making it big in this city. His current goal? Becoming the next big Wilder.

Snake:

Local 27 year old organ trafficker hiding as a dentist. She works for a small gang because her shitty brother got both of them in debt. She's a nervous and shy girl who tries to cover up her snake-like appearance to look passive and insignificant just so that nobody can disturb her. But underneath all that lies a tempermental snake, and she's one day away from showing her fangs. Cunning and harsh, Snake will do anything to get a one up in this harsh world, even if it means betrayal. She's catching the attention of Tiger, who was coincidentally looking for a doctor. Currently has beef with Mongoose because he keeps fucking around with her orders.

Bunny:

25 year old guy that became a Wilder by pure fucking rage. Because of his hybrid type, he's been seen as weak and small his whole life. After some people tried to mug him, he snapoed and sent them to the hospital. What followed was the rumour of a bunny hybrid that's been going on a rampage and fighting big shots. So, bunny climbed to the top of the criminal food chain by fighting. Other then that he's a quiet and introverted guy that kind of has a weird way of thinking. But since he's so sure of himself, many started following him. He earned the title of the new Wilder and he's making bank by the night clubs he opened up that's actually a back drop for meetings between the dangerous groups of the city.

Lion:

The current leader of the west side and the most powerful fighter next to Bull. A 34 year old Wilder that was recently given the title after his mom stepped down. Stoic and prideful on the outside, but has a strong sense of tradition and justice. He has a close group of friends that are loyal to a fault, and his pride in his work often attracts the younger generation to join. Don't be mistaken though, his work is built on generations of fear and blood, and he's not willing to give it all up. Currently wants to help Mongoose find his sister, as she was a close friend of his mother and a role model.

Shark:

Nonbinary 31 year old that's both smart and eccentric. Neither a Wilder nor weaker then one, they currently run a small organ trafficking business and loan company, but their main job is arms dealing. They travel across the world making deals with all kinds of people, but stop by Zoiac to say hello to her dearly beloved "workers". Charismatic and a bit of a flirt, they'll make you dance in the palm of their hand without you ever knowing it. Currently, they like to bother Snake by pushing her buttons. They really seem to enjoy testing her, but it looks like they have other plans for her?

Mongoose:

A 19 year old outsider looking for his missing sister. He's naive about the ways of the city and often gets himself in trouble by sticking his nose into businesses he shouldn't. But he's pretty smart and knows how to persuade people into helping him. He's very energetic, but also so serious that if you tease him he'll actually get mad at you. Currently, he lives with Monkey as his roommate. They get along suprisingly well, since they both love old kung fu movies. He also believes that Snake has something to do with his sister's dissappearance and they're this 👌close to getting into an all out brawl with each other that'll probably end in bloodshed.

Tiger:

A 35 year old Wilder woman that's hard working and cunning. She's the first of her family that managed to rise their debt induced name into fame and luxury. She's the wealthiest Wilder of the city, and has her claws into multiple famous casinos and clubs. Cold and brutal, she's stubborn into getting whatever she wants in this city, and her plan to have full control of this city is only stopped by some pest she wants to swat away. But she's all to patient to wait for them to wander into her gaze so she could dig her teeth into them. Snake and Mongoose has caught her attention as of recent, and she's debating on whether she wants these two animals to work as bodyguard and an informant for her by 'persuading' them into a deal that's very beneficial for both of them.

Wolf:

8 year old orphaned little girl that's in the middle of a very dangerous world. She has a mutation on her eyes that's causing her to see the future. Because of this, she's sought out by the Wilders and she's constantly running away from them, only to find herself deeper into the city. She's quiet and very meticulous with her plans, untrusting of those who reach their hand out to her. She also may have some form of autism (one od her special interests is dragons). She currently lives with Bull, and she doesn't know whether he pretends to act as her dad for the sake of it or he wants to use her for her foresight. Either way, she doesn't trust him and she's planning on getting out of his grip.

Bull:

40 year old Wilder that's been playing this city's game since he was 20 years old. A family guy that likes people who are "interesting", and likes to tip things slightly on edge to relieve him of his boredom (this bastard). He's friendly and has that leadership vibe that just makes you want to have one drink with him at least. He just went through a divorce and is currently wanting to get along with his 19 year old daughter that seems to have no interest in inheriting the family and instead wants to pursue her love for art. Currently looking after Wolf who he picked up after, uh, "fired" the last Wilder. He slowly kind of sees her as his adoptive daughter (if only she doesn't run away every 5 damn seconds. He swears he doesn't care about her ability to see the future and wants to spoil her, but she's determined to tear each gift up and throw it back into his face.)

[ofmdsalt]

can someone please acknowledge how fucking insane it is that izzy-anti-archive was like “i realize now that posting screencaps with the urls in them can lead to those people getting harassed and i don't want that, so now i will only post screencaps without urls" and then one of the following happened:

either the person behind izzy-anti-archive made a throwaway account (carefulcareful, which existed for like one day and is now deactivated so they could post those bad takes about con's livestream with the urls still included, or

someone who would've sent those screencaps to izzy-anti-archive made a throwaway account instead so they could post those screencaps with the urls in them still. and then izzy-anti-archive reblogged the post anyway!!!

like calling con a sexual harasser is homophobic as fuck but i'm confused by what izzy-anti-archive is doing here. are they censoring urls are not. do they care about people on the other side of the fandom getting harassed or not.

anon, im going to be real with you. i don't know what you're talking about and i don't know what you're expecting from me in response

i'm not going to speculate on who was running the carefulcareful blog (since deactivated) since i think that toes the line of conspiratorial behaviour that i don't appreciate. plus it only adds fuel to the fire of the Canyon being full of sockpuppets that then invalidates everyone's experience here.

as for the inclusion of blog names in screenshots that carefulcareful did. i'm not going to pretend that including the URLs of a blog you're dragging is a morally imperative thing to do. it's a nice gesture to provide a semblance of anonymity especially since it's not hard to find these opinions and identify which blog is being dragged by the masses. a shitty thing to do? sure. but let's not get it twisted here that all sides in this fandom do the same shit.

we all vague blog and post about each other. we all crop out URLs because we don't want to be accused of harassment.

i don't know the person behind the carefulcareful blog and we will likely never know them or the reason why the blog was deactivated. they could've been mass reported. they could've simply deactivated themselves.

also if you actually read what carefulcareful was saying, they are rightfully calling out gross behaviour online in regards to Con's workshop. i urge you to listen to what they're saying before calling out on a technicality

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[loves2spwge]

slides you a 20 dollar bill. gimme your best style fic recs (im new here)

omg! hiii anon. im sorry, im kinda terrible for recs bc i tend to go for more smut kind of fics 🫣. not even a year into sp yet and i still have soooo many fics i want to read!!!!!! but, im just gonna do a quick list for my most favorite style fics 🙇

RATED G

Sleeping Lessons by sleep2thefr33zing

"Hey Stan? Have you thought about seeing a doctor, maybe? Instead of asking your friends to knock you out?" Stan rubs his arm abashedly. It’s not like he doesn’t know he sounds crazy. At this point, he’s desperate. (Or, Kyle is leaving for Harvard and Stan can't sleep)

words: 7,506

Pour my love out, spill it on the ground by sleep2thefr33zing

Recently done with junior year and freshly broken up with Wendy, Stan spends the summer with Kyle.

words: 11,855

RATED T

Digging Two Graves by heelbruiser

Kyle returns home for winter break from his junior year at college, and after some odd years of not speaking, Stan comes over one night and makes a rather strange request for his help in aiding him in revenge. He won't tell him why, and he doesn't particularly care; he's just glad Stan's talking to him again.

words: 10,406

Once, and Only Once by heelbruiser

A very drunk Stan abruptly disturbs Kyle from his sleep to request a late-night ride home.

words: 24,973

You do it to yourself, you do (and that's what really hurts) by sleep2thefr33zing

The night always starts off right. (Or, the way a party with Stan plays out through Kyle's eyes)

words: 5,102

Beauty and the Geek by Godlizza

Kyle, resident nerd, has somehow bagged popular cheerleader Stan as his boyfriend. Aware of their vastly different social statuses, Kyle is determined not to give Stan a reason to dump him, but maybe he should be more worried about just how tall an order dating Stan can be.

words: 7,656 | part of a series

interim by Anonymous

It’s stupid. He’s stupid. He kissed Stan, right in his bedroom after his birthday party, because maybe he wanted to know what it tasted like and maybe he was a little intoxicated and maybe he was afraid that he’d never get the chance again. Maybe he was afraid that if he didn’t do it then, Stan would find out some other way, and then he’d stop talking to him. And that would really be shitty, because they’re not supposed to be away from each other. It doesn’t feel right. The past week has been terrible, few texts from Stan, and maybe he should have thought to make other friends too before he devoted his life to somebody who could ruin it so easily. or: they're in love etc etc

words: 2,829

Friends ̶t̶o̶ and Lovers by Green_Evening

“Hah, okay. Think like this.” Stan gestures vaguely. “Teenage years are like a tutorial… but for real life, ‘n time is running out for you. So here’s me, but not me, hot–girl me, asking you on a practice date.” He watches him for a second, processing the words, then sinks back into bed with a heavy sigh. “It’s too fucking early for this.” Stan kisses him again, gently, tiredly, and there’s no resistance. He snuggles closer. “C'mon. It’ll be soo fun.”

words: 4,464

Science and Art by apollos

The way Stan plays dead is the intersection of science and art, but Kyle's not buying it. High school is over, after all.

words: 16,296 | chapters: 5 | warnings: stan/other, angst with a hopeful ending

RATED M

Seven days of alien summer by applecrumbledore

Stan asked, “What would you say if I told you I got abducted by aliens last night? With Craig, Tweek and Cartman?” Kyle raised his eyebrows. “I’d say that your wet dreams are getting weirdly specific and you should stop telling me about them.”

words: 16,583

Books That Did and Didn't Burn by hollycomb

In high school, Stan's mother thinks his old friend Kyle will be a good influence. Kyle doubts it.

words: 23,301 | chapters: 3

A Lifetime Supply of Crab Wontons by hollycomb

Five times P.F. Chang's has influenced Kyle's emotional development.

words: 4,790

It's Not Your Time by SekritOMG

One morning shortly after his 13th birthday, Stan wakes up in his own future.

words: 64,844 | chapters: 9 | warnings: mentions of infidelity

Stan Mars and The Kyle by Icandigelvis

When pilot Marsh got ready for his shift at the space- and air force facility in Nevada he didn't exactly expect the night to end up with him being the unintentional spokesperson for humanity. Especially when he was trying to communicate with this creature that killed without moving a finger. Fucking Craig and his theory that aliens just looked like DreamWorks guys fishing from the moon. Because really, this alien just looked like a man.

words: 60,521 | chapters: 5

Joyless Street by julads

Suicide in the 21st century.

words: 4,005 | warnings: angst with a hopeful ending

Let It Happen by bloodmage69

If someone were to ask Stan if he was in love with his best friend, he could easily respond with an entire list of reasons as to why that could never happen. However, even if he came up with all of the reasons in the world as to why he shouldn’t be in love with Kyle, that wouldn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t in love with Kyle. It was, of course, much more complicated than that.

words: 57,828 | chapters: 6 | warnings: mentions of a ky/////////mn smooch lolz

We’re Not Really Strangers by haildeleah

Pulling back, Stan stares at him. It lasts for a moment before he bursts out into laughter. “I like that.” “Like what?” Kyle asked, noticing that Stan’s hair had grown longer, a little more unkept. He must’ve freshly shaved today, Kyle smells the citrus of his aftershave. They haven’t been apart for very long, but it felt like an eternity. This was proof that it wasn’t. “How you talk to me like it isn’t the first time we’ve spoken in weeks.” Or: How Stan and Kyle became strangers, and all the ways they realize they could never be.

words: 12,846

RATED E

giving (taking) by kuchi

Kyle somehow always ends up letting Stan lead him into the most amazing sex, even when it's the last thing he'd expect.

words: 2,995 | smut

Feedback by kuchi

A little post-shower playfulness turns out to be an interesting night of firsts for Kyle.

words: 6,010 | chapters: 2 | smut

Light Up by kuchi

Stan is ready to try something new with Kyle.

words: 3,291 | smut | part of a series

Fate Up Against Your Will by SekritOMG

February 14, 2016 // December 24-5, 2015

words: 6,919

Kyle and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by metrophobic

Kyle has the worst luck in the world, and then this asshole won't stop antagonizing him.

words: 11,962 | chapters: 2

I Need Some Space by LozisLaw

Kyle is celestial. Not that kind of gross horror movie alien shit where he lays eggs in people's guts for fertilisation, and not just another way of saying he's goddamn gorgeous. He's kind of a dick. So much of a dick that sometimes Stan thinks he should get surgically dissected by Mephesto to stop those fluttery gut tugs every time those fucking alien eyes stare down at him.

words: 35,704 | chapters: 2

Plain Bread Is Better by Blame Canada (OneHitWondersAnonymous)

Stuck in a life he deigned to lead, Kyle watched each aspect of his life fall to pieces, one by one, cracking beyond recognition. He watched his marriage crumble, his own mind splinter, and his perception of reality warp. Then, that perception became reality, and he was none the wiser. You see, Kyle had himself so thoroughly convinced that something was wrong that he didn't have the capacity to realize that the something that was wrong was maybe, just maybe, himself. Once he saw that self in the mirror, however, in an act of assured self-destruction, he chose to ignore it anyway.

words: 9,308 | warnings: angst with a hopeful ending

Herbert Garrison's Night School for Unwed Fathers by hollycomb

Pregnant and jilted, Henrietta places a vengeful spell on the senior class boys, wanting them to feel her pain. Stan and Kyle are just two of the unwitting victims.

words: 198,135 | chapters: 17 | warnings: mpreg :3

Lessons Learned by Kasen

They’ve been through it all at this point, why bother denying the freakish intimacy of their platonic relationship? They shut themselves in a closet for seven minutes and actually did the deed wherein nothing changed between them (that lasted, anyways); so, what was a few deeds more? No one had to know.

words: 36,862 | chapters: 9

The Truth About Kyle by maxette

Kyle is house sitting while the Marshes are out of town and he decides it's a good idea to masturbate on Stan's bed. Stan comes home early. Oh, and Kyle has a vagina.

words: 6,360 | smut

All To Myself by KirkApologist

Kyle knows about Stan and Craig, and he really shouldn't care... But, he can't help it. Stan belonged to him. A truth that Stan is all too happy to prove.

words: 2,538 | smut | part of a series

Aftermath by Icandigelvis

South Park AU depicting the years the boys grow up, from kindergarten to uni and continuing, with one little addition. It's an omegaverse.

words: 109,498 | chapters: 11 | warnings: A/B/O, mpreg, uhh kyle/others and some stan/others

Small Town Weirdness by fruitloopzed

Summertime, three years after Shelley Marsh’s disappearance. Artist in Residency Kyle Broflovski arrives in the small agricultural town of South Park. Stan Marsh is the rowdy owner of Tegridy Farms. Secrets buried beneath the prairie begin to rise to the surface when infatuation gets the best of them.

words: 67,994 | chapters: 6 | on going!!!!

The Summer of ‘99 by PinkFan_Gurl

Working at a shitty ass gas station isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, especially when all of your friends are making memories off at college, but 19 year old Stan Marsh is determined to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, things don’t go according to plan when two of his band mates suddenly up and quit, leaving him without a drummer and a bassist. Throw the cute redhead that works down at the drive-in into the mix and it’s shaping up to be one unforgettable summer.

words: 32,814 | chapters: 2 | on going!!!

Those Days by hehepoopoo

His idea: “let’s go into that barn and fuck there.” Kyle stares at him, deadpan. “Dude.” Stan grins, “What?” “People could see.” “So?” Kyle stares at him, mouth agape in offense which Stan knows is just for show, catching the way the corners of his lips curl upwards, the ‘yes’ unspoken.  “People could see.” Stan goes to hold him in a way that is too intimate for the public, maybe too romantic, maybe too soft. But Kyle softens completely in his arms, trusting his completely, eyes big and willing. Stan whispers, “what if I want them to.” -- Or: Stan and Kyle fuck in a barn.

words: 3,173 | smut

suspense by stella_lunar

kyle teaches stan about edging

words: 2,627 | smut

Badly Trained by Clayp00L

Kyle hasn’t been showing his pet enough affection after something happened, but he’s finally ready to give him a second chance.

words: 10,739 | chapters: 6 | kind of on going !

I Thought the World of You (I Still Do) by bloodmage69

When they were kids, Kyle had truly thought the world of Stan; he had looked up to him. His best friend had always seemed so goddamned perfect in his eyes. He was a passionate, sensitive, and caring boy who always went out of his way to make Kyle feel like the most important person in the world. But now that he was older, wiser, Kyle could see all the parts of Stan that his child self had turned a blind eye to. His best friend was insecure, cowardly, and selfish. And yet, even as every flaw broke through Kyle’s false reality, he only seemed to fall more in love with Stan.

words: 7,042

The Scenic Route by hollycomb

The boys embark on a six day road trip to California before separating for college. Cartman is a pain in the ass, Kenny has no future, Butters is in crisis, and Kyle doesn't know how he'll say goodbye to Stan.

words: 116,313 | chapters: 8

crucify my cravings by pastanoodles

"Oh, I meant to ask earlier—do you think I could stay over again sometime?" he asks, not quite how he'd imagined it to sound the thousand times he'd rehearsed saying it in his mind. It's close enough. Kyle's eyes widen, even if only for a second. He sucks a breath in and relaxes his expression, and Stan's lips curve upwards. "Oh, sure," Kyle says, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and shutting his locker, perfectly casual, as though he doesn't know what he's implying. Like they're normal friends who'll be doing normal things. Or, in which Stan and Kyle are deeply uncomfortable with the fact that they're gay. They somehow turn this into a kink.

words: 2,473 | smut

Kyle’s Boobs Destroy Society by autumnpark (betaot4)

Or, rather, Kyle's boobs destroy Stan's mind, to put it more accurately.

words: 4,132

Super Best Fiend by ValeryKae (valorikei)

Stan is dumped once again and decides the best way to handle his loneliness is to summon a demon to have sex with and make him feel better. He is not at all prepared for the fiery babe that appears. //// human Stan and demon Kyle!

words: 6,347 | smut

I still hate summer, but it's a little better when I'm with you. by writtenApologies

Kyle is hanging out at Stan's house one afternoon, before he realizes he's gone into a heat. Due to Kyle's past with heats, Stan convinces him (out of good will) to not take his anti-heat medication. One accident leads to the next, and Stan realized he'll have to help his omega best friend with his heat-- even though Stan is an omega, too.

words: 12,283 | chapters: 2

In Conclusion by Kasen

The thing about gay awakenings is that sometimes someone will have one so anti-climatic that they almost feel guilty for how boring of an epiphany it is.

words: 10,910 | part of a series

Something Sweet by Kasen

It was Bebe’s recommendation. Kyle didn’t have much of a sweet tooth after middle school, but pastries were always the exception when he could have them with coffee or tea. He was never one to seek them out, but when you’re out with friends and have nothing better to do but find a place to sit and eat, you couldn’t help but grow tired of visiting the same old sites. For this reason, Kyle lets his friend guide him through the sunny streets of the city and towards the delicious smell of baked goods. OR Kyle Broflovski is dragged by the wrist into a cute café. It's there that he sees a handsome young man working in the kitchen. When their eyes meet, Kyle does what any average person would do. He makes a break for it.

words: 16,557 | chapters: 6

Kink Meme Collection by hollycomb

specifically just for chapters 1, 6, & 14 ! !

kinktober 2k18 by guineaDogs

chapter 22

A Cliché of Fictions by LozisLaw

all of the these tbh but 3 & 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<333333 my favorites

also, this isnt really a style fic. theyre mostly mentioned a few times but this fic made me so???? insane for both creek and style and theres this one line about stanky that literally changed my whole life and like????? idk, after i read this i just let style consume my life

Interlude by PBJellie

Tweek Tweak's mental health is declining. Craig Tucker, his boyfriend, and legal guardian in the eyes of the court, tries his best to hold the pieces together through a particularly rough patch.

words: 72,867 | chapters: 39 | rating: E

[hollisofficial]

49 and 50 for the OC ask game 😎

THANK YOU DAME!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

100% cena, whos entire existence is based around a meme from jr high. hes since became an actual oc with his own serious story, but his roots still remain and i continue to only make fun of him and redraw him over memes. his seriousness can continue to live in only my head.

alternatively: geb, who, if they knew what memes were, would fucking love them.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

UNFORTUNATE FOR YOU im going to talk abt ttt. forever.

for background: ttt and a decent chunk of other characters only fit into my (human oc) stories via a character named jeanie who can see ghosts. i know. marry sue but i am free<3

ok!! so, ttt is a ghost and hes the second oldest ghost in the story (time on earth wise). my story is set in the way future of (maybe) this world, and ttt is introduced around the time that theres a giant nuclear war and subsequent fallout. while he was alive he was a doomsday prepper which was (for the time) rightfully so. he spends about 5 years living down in a bunker eating a shit ton of shelf stable doomsday prepper stuff. as you can imagine living alone in a concrete hole for years didnt treat him very well mentally, but thats besides the point for now. it will all be erased once he becomes a ghost (and replaced with more trauma). at any rate, he ends up running out of food/water earlier than planned and has to wander out into the wasteland to try to find supplies. he doesnt last too long out there (havent decided on a time but probably a little less than a year). he gets stabbed in the remains of a walmart over a can of beans. and ends up dying.

ttt becomes a ghost! in this universe when people become ghosts its usually for a reason (think unfinished business, need to atone, or have some grander purpose type stuff) but for whatever reason t just got fucked over and wasnt actually supposed to become a ghost. his ghost-ness coincides with a time period where a lot of fucked up things are happening with the deities that are in charge of the solar system and at the time the deities that controlled things like death + fate were MIA. so all in all ttt becoming a ghost was genuinely just a glitch in the system type thing.

because of this ttt is. interesting as a ghost. unlike all other ghosts he doesnt really have an appearance. instead hes just vaguely brown/gray humanoid (ignore the ttt sign on him for now, thats not part of his appearance and i'll get to that later). additionally, t cant remember a single thing about his time as a human nor what his name is, hence the name ttt. i know what his human name is but thats secret information not in the story. most importantly to t's story is that he cant be seen by 99.9% of other ghosts.

the reason behind this fact has to do with the weird mechanics of being a ghost. it kind of works like channels or levels on a tv. when you become a ghost youre randomly given a handfull of 'channels' you can access and this ties into certain powers that ghosts can have. for example: being able to touch a ouija board or mess with radio-frequencies would require you to have access to those two channels- not all ghosts can do so. almost everything runs on channels, even just simple things like 'have an appearance' and 'being seen by others' and 'see others'. theres also an insane number of duplicate channels, so for example one ghost could have quite a large number of 'being seen by others' channels which allows them to be seen by a large number of ghosts that share those channels. conversely, (in ttts case) he only has a few 'being seen by others' channels and quite a few 'see others' so basically he can see other ghosts, but they cant see or interact with him. sorry that was longwinded but i love my ghost mechanics. theres more to the mechanics via a ranking tier system but for the sake of brevity i WILL NOT BE GETTIN INTO THAT.

at any rate. because of weird ghost mechanics and because t was fucked up and wasnt supposed to be a ghost, he cant be seen by almost anybody, but he can still see them. as you can imagine this is horrible. ttt spends centuries wandering through the post-nuked world as a ghost trying to find other ghosts to interact with. as the centuries go on he just slowly loses hope more and more and bitterly resigns himself to the fact that he'll never be able to interact with people in the way that he wants. (small sidenote: despite ttt not having baseline/low level channels like being seen, he does have some fairly high level channels that let him interact with the physical world (think like typical poltergeist stuff like throwing small objects ect). this ofc is not a very good substitute for being able to interact with people).

so anyway, ttt spends centuries being functionally alone again. kinda meant to mirror his time in the bunker. resigning to not being able to mess with anything, ttt just tends to pass the time people watching and trying to entertain himself other ways. one day hes people watching and happens upon a literal murder (theres more to this bc its someone elses story but i wont get too detailed bc its edgy emo). this ofc isnt the first time t's seen something like this and (being a touch bitter abt his unable-to-interact-with-anybody situation), t basically just watches and once the murdered guy's ghost drags himself outta the river t just starts roasting the new ghost for being stupid and getting murdered, thinking he cant be seen or heard.

unfortunately this is the first ghost that can actually see and hear ttt.

the new ghost (whos name is perry) is basically just like. (status: doesnt know hes dead or whats happening) HUH?? WH?? WHO ARE YOU?? ttt proceeds to freak the fuck out bc HOLY SHIT THE FIRST PERSON WHO CAN SEE AND HEAR ME?!? WHAT?!? hes completely elated and brain short circuiting at the same time, so hes falling over his words and trying to explain things and say sorry for being a dick to him (thats the least thing perrys worried about). amongst the confusion perry somehow gets it into his head that ttt is his guardian angel because hes some like shapeless entity that appeared after perry (apparently??) died (perry voice: wh huh what do you mean i got shot???).

they speedrun getting to know each other bc ttts just railroading the conversation bc hes so excited and perrys still on like “my name… its perry right..?” brain . perry sticks with t for a while (still assuming hes his guardian or smth) but it literally only takes like half a night for perry to realize like . ok maybe im wrong . (ttt hotwires a car and drives the two of them around before crashing it [another pastime] and thats when perry kinda decides like . no i dont think this guy is an angel.) (during the carride perry also keeps phasing thru the seat + out of the car bc he cant do ghost stuff yet) (also ttts able to hotwire + drive the car bc touching irl stuff to an extent is one of his aforementioned powers).

oh also, the name ttt came from perry and t's first interaction. perry asked what t's name was and t (who didnt know his name) just made something up on the spot and ttt it was.

after that the two of them just end up constantly being together (bc perry really hasnt met anyone else yet so he doesnt exactly like, know theres others out there . and t is ofc not leaving perrys side). it is very evident that ttt is basically attached at perrys hip and VERY afraid to lose him. i mean, perrys the first person who hes been able to talk to for literal centuries and now that ttt has that lifeline hes clutching to it for dear life.

the more they get to know each other t opens up and lets perry know that like . yea youre the first person thats been able to see me and ive KIIIINDA been alone and unable to interact with anyone for a few thousand years . no big deal or anything (<-guy whos brain was becoming mush from lack of interaction). perry starts to understand just everything t must have been through + why he acts so.. like that. he assures t that theres no way he would leave t behind.

i dont have very much for what the two of them did between their meeting and the current timeline in the story, but basically the two of them fuck around for 400 years or so. sometime during that time perry finds a super old (prewar) magazine ad for fiji and the two of them decide they wanna go. so now their thing is perry constantly is trying to teleport (one of his powers) them to fiji but he cant bc fiji doesnt exist anymore and he keeps (unknowingly) teleporting them to the remnants of old fiji water bottles. theyre on like a mission to find fiji.

eventually, one of such teleporting incidents lead them to meeting the character jeanie by chance, who, by the power of I Say So (and a whole nother plot i wont get into), can see ghosts. perry and t end up staying with jeanie as well as a couple of other ghosts that hang with jeanie (their names ade hummingbird and ekr). the five of them become very found family. the rest of their story becomes the group getting wrapped up in/uncovering weird deity politics and subsequently trying to change jeanie and his friend pattersons fate and keep them from dying.

oh yeah, and the ttt thing on ttt's head is a floating apparition of a stickynote that perry controls so the other two ghosts can tell where ttt is.

more doodles:

[vaugarde]

2, 4, 23, 27 and 50 for the oc asks!!

already answered 4!

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

it changes with the week really but rn its predictably castor LMAO. i think abt him a lot

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

first one to come to mind is bates! how she changed is kinda spoilery so ill be vague, she was originally just gonna be comic relief and not important to the prequel at all, just a side character. she's basically crucial to the backstory of the prequel now and is castor's best friend initially (i havent posted art of them yet but!! its been sketched but it got deleted bc it was on a different program but i care abt em so expect em at some point lmao) she's still got a goofy concept in being a merchant that only sells trash but gets just as violent as kecleon if you steal it, but other than that... damn girl

(valerie also sorta counts for this ig but she hasnt really changed at all in terms of Her Deal and personality. its just that she was a side character instead of a main one. she only lasted as a side character for like a day)

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

idk if it counts but goodbye to a world and sad machine by porter robinson inspired me to actually do something with starfall (idea has existed since middle school). so u could say asha and skylar technically hehe. otherwise tho idk ive never heard a song and made an entire character around it. sometimes itll influence what they do or inspire me to tweak their arc tho

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

WAH ok ok so like. once the semester is done (bc holy shit i have way too much to do rn) i may just say fuck it and start writing starfall. im really bad at the outline stage so im thinking if i just write a first draft immediately, then weigh it and do a ton of rewriting and reformatting itll just inspire me to write more and just get it done. im feeling so bad for not posting bc i wanna talk abt these guys in more detail sjdklfjsdf

if not that then im absolutely starting @bugsofpetalroot. that one is very low stakes and will mostly be decided by ask prompts i think, its very laid back slice of life besides the few story arcs i have in mind (which will wait bc i want yall to know the characters first and the first one is pretty heavy) i wanted to do it earlier but i just have wayyy too much going on and i wanna spend my free time on quick stuff like mlp designs.

i also have a pokemon soul silver nuzlocke story i really wanna do!! the run itself is done i just gotta outline and make it fit as an adaptation (tons of characters gotta get cut bc i used a rotation team oof.) hopefully that wont be as difficult tho bc its based on a pre existing setting and stuff. most of the characters are figured out. no idea when its happening tho i have pmd oc brainrot

[evorathesylvurr]

🌂🧸🪀💭 in platonic selfship ask game

☁️💌🍄 from Miscellaneous Ask Game

mwahaha my trap card has been activated >:3

also saying elpis instead of i/me(etc) because haha i am. not doing that to myself on a monday night.

elpis is platonic w/ all the sinners other than Faust by nature of limbus lmao

[ 🌂 ] — do you share your stuff often (clothes , tools , food , etc.) ¿ do they grumble about it but begrudgingly agree or is it second nature to them at this point ¿

out of all of the sinners elpis would probably second nature snag clothes from rodya even though they would not fit them (theres like a solid 6 inches of height difference alone) but its honestly really cute to see elpis in the oversized uniform.

elpis will snag food from heathcliff, ishmael, and sinclair, but if they were to be like "hey >:(" [or in sinclair's case, "hey :'("], elpis would go "teehee i was joking :3" and return it. this is especially common at breakfast, and eating a bagel increases the odds of it being stolen.

it is also not uncommon to find elpis returning don's action figures from their room.

elpis steals shit from outis spitefully. they return it when confronted.

[ 🧸 ] — what's the best way to cheer them up ¿

each dynamic is so drastically different [esp. with sinners that we don't have much character development for *coughs* hong lu, meursault *coughs*] but.

for yi sang, elpis will chat about poetry shit. elpis is so into poetry, their whole thing is flower language and symbolism and i really do think yi sang would be into poetry :3 for don, elpis absolutely just hangs around her and lets her talk. theres a running bit w/ me and my roommate about how elpis will go from talking to faust & yi sang, turn around and ask don a question about fixers, and then return to the deep conversation. ryoshu is... elpis is afraid of her tbh (sorry). elpis cant stand the scent of cigarettes all that much, and elpis understands just a bit too much of ryoshu's acronym shit to comfortably hang around her. but if ryoshu was sad, elpis would give her little flowers (typically that are red or have red accents). the flowers are platonic. meursault... can he get sad??? i really dont know enough about him im sorry dude T_T hong lu also strikes me as the type who wouldn't get sad, or at least not let it show. elpis would probably enjoy braiding his hair though. elpis actually caught onto the fact heathcliff was mourning a someone post c6 because they wrote down flowers while going through, and all of them were for someone who was greiving, so... elpis lets heathcliff talk to them if he wants to, even if he’s vague and/or they don’t understand him. they'll give him space when he's sad since he seems like the type who would lash out when sad (and thats not self projecting at all ahahaaaaa...) elpis would 100% weave flowers into ishy's hair if she let them. elpis picks flowers with meaning though they might not explain if they felt it wouldnt help. rodya... rodya is sad. elpis can fucking tell, but rodya won't let elpis, or anyone, help. elpis would give rodya genuine reassurances but im not sure she'd believe them :( sinclair is so sad all the time. they'd be the one to approach him, and offer physical comfort (worlds most platonic cuddle) but if he's not really up for that, they'd just sit near them. theres a running joke of elpis not having a proper seat on the bus, and so they tend to sit on the floor somewhere, so if they felt sinclair needed some company, they'd sit on the floor near the threeseater. elpis cares so much about the manager its insane. like not on an outis bootlicker level but on a "this is a human person. they care about me. reciprocated (pointing at viewer emoji)." if dante were sad and were to actually let that show because god damn it manager you have feelings too, elpis would decorate their pda thingy with tiny flowers. they'd also try and avoid any form of infighting w/ any of the other sinners since that would just stress dante out more. also they’d make a flower crown that wraps around the face of the clock :3 outis... outis and elpis do not get along (as part of a greek mythology joke lmao). however elpis lets the mood of the entire bus effect them [thanks autism /hj] and so outis being genuinely sad would ACTUALLY effect them and they'd begrudgingly be kinder to her. it wouldn't really 'cheer her up' per-say, but it would be one less thing to bother her. bug dad!! elpis is content to give gregor space if thats truly what they think he needs, but they're just as likely to curl up next to him, whichever side he'd prefer them to be on, and simply be in the same space as him. id imagine a lot of his sorrow comes from self loathing re: the bug arm, so someone wanting to be in the same area as him would probably be very helpful.

[ 🪀 ] — how are y'all at parallel play ¿ what's a hobby of yours that both of you like to dabble into ¿

the majority of interactions w/ elpis will be parallel play, so when they truly engage in something w/ a sinner, it's actually really sweet.

despite how much they hate the woman, they do it frequently with outis, if you can count arguing as a hobby... /hj the two of them actually mesh well in combat weirdly enough. gameplay wise, burn and rupture don't make sense, but the glass shards?? thats rupture baby! so they build on each other in combat. i guess that wasnt really the question LMAO. i just think these two deserve to fight each other (elpis loses 100% of the time, they are NOT trained in combat) sorry for rambling about them here.

as for hobbies they share with sinners... afformentioned poetry with yi sang. they will listen to don talk about fixers and her action figures and stuff, which maybe isnt quite a shared hobby, but elpis likes dolls and so sometimes elpis will make little doll clothes that show that they were listening to don ramble. during c5 elpis probably tried to pick up some boating stuff from ishmael but there was A LOT going on in c5 so you cant really blame them for not remembering any of it up. elpis loves pachinko machines & pinball, and while they aren't great at actually managing to gamble, rodya tries to teach them how to get better at it. it does not work, they keep losing.

[ 💭 ] — alright enough wholesomeness , embarrass them NOW . tell a silly fact about them , or maybe even a funny story .

elpis does not trust heathcliff w/ glass vases after he FUCKING THREW IT AT SOMEONE. not even kintsugi would fix that one it was in tiny little pieces and ELPIS had to help clean it up since THEY were the one to bring it onto the bus in the first place. (he gets plastic vases now don't worry)

☁️- You’ve both been transported into a D&D style fantasy world! What are your classes?

Faust is an Artificer or a Warlock; making things vs Forbidden Knowledge. As much as I love a good wild magic sorcerer, Elpis would probably be a Cleric considering how much their whole thing is being a support unit.

💌- You and your f/o are tasked with performing a heist! Which heist roles are you taking? Can you pull it off?

Faust would be the mastermind. Like, really? Possibly the Coordinator.

Elpis would either be the Distraction or the Partner-In-Crime.

And, so long as Elpis doesn't screw up the plan in some unexpected way, they'll pull it off :3

🍄- You both have to get matching tattoos, what are you getting, and where?

GAH tattoos T_T scawy /hj

I am not really good at pain, neither is Elpis. but we have to get matching tattoos, see? some dude just handed us a slip of paper for some reason (what the heck is a prescript? faust where are we) <- joke

elpis would probably want to somehow combine their little icons. the brain in faust's icon already kinda resembles a rose, so perhaps some way of making it look more like a rose, while still retaining the fact it's a brain, and without making it look like lunacy lmao.

[im-always-the-problem-its-me]

i don't know what the fuck just happened

i somehow managed to fuck up SO's birthday and feel awful. ive gotta make a big drive tomorrow night and have to fuck up my sleep schedule on purpose and with how emotionally exhausting this whole day was it's that much more difficult.

i legit started rambling, feeling very 'i'm a piece of shit, what do you want..let's make jokes about how fucked up i am while i detach emotionally when you have a breakdown' like roman fucking roy and then i even said 'i'm roman fucking roy, i don't know what you want from me'.

here's what i think happened: nutshell version because being vague is safer and i'm also tired.

SO has been depressed. i can't do shit about it. i have a bad habit when i'm overwhelmed with my own shit to be like 'let's try to just be super happy and pretend his breakdown isn't happening because i can't handle men crying on the floor because i'm used to men getting angry, yelling or worse...hitting me.' so i avoid. it's a symptom of complex PTSD apparently and also i think ptsd doesn't accurately describe what i have anymore because nothing is 'post'. this shit is happening right now and im constantly triggered because i figured out i'm still being abused and emotionally manipulated by my parents as an adult and i don't know wtf to do about it. i think im going to need therapy again. SO says he thinks he wants to go see one again too.

there's nothing wrong with our relationship. it's individually, we're both fucked up. it doesn't help i have this 'not really, but kind of' a side thing but it's not affecting things here. (im still a piece of shit because if anything its kind of an emotional affair...i dont know...feelings are fine...if i act on them then that's different...this is an old flame too and we're close, always have been...it's just an intense friendship bordering upon dangerous with flirtations but THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE)

'you never shut up' SO said to me out of anger. broke down after he said it even though i agreed even though it stung. i told him don't worry about it. it was true. i need to to not put all my shit on him. that's why i suggested therapy again.

i explained that i don't feel mad or upset by anything that happened tonight..just feel bad because yes he called me out on being emotionally detached and i have been lately because im a fucking mess. i also tend to run from everything so i even told him fuck it, we can move back because it's fine me being a mess but since he's the breadwinner, when he falls apart it's bad for both of us. i'm already on benefits because of epilepsy that's intractible. nothing I can do about that. but he needs to be ok.

he keeps looking at me like i'm nuts but dude, i've been running my whole life. i wanted to settle and stay here forever and i love this place more than any place i have ever lived but look i'm still sick here and i got issues popping up like god hates me.

i'm not even roman roy. i think because i detached instead of wearing it on my face or crying like kendall. maybe i'm a mix of both. i dunno. that show speaks to me on so many levels. i rewatched Hannibal too and i'm just like wtf. then i picked my favorite mommy issues movies to put on.

here's what i know happened: two people who love each other very much aren't doing well mentally but their relationship isn't what's making the other fucked up. it's everything else they have never dealt with making them individually fucked up and tonight it blew up. bad timing. neither of us could help each other. he got rightfully pissed. i am not upset he got pissed and the one thing he said out of anger was a very true fucking statement that put a big mirror in front of my face.

i realized too that i cannot handle a man having a breakdown. he asked why i always just walk away from him when hes like that? well because i don't know what to do with it and also what if it turns into something else and the man is going nuts on me or taking it out on me? i don't know. i'm very fucked up.

i hate victim mentality bullshit. i try not to put stuff on anyone. so i sweep it away like it's not fucking happening and i got called out on that. i don't know how to be there for him. i can't help it i have ingrained weird ideas. i try just not to be a cunt ok? and i don't know maybe i was one tonight? i don't even know. i apologized for getting loud when i did because i had my earplugs in so didn't realize how loud i was and i also hadn't eaten all day and it was making me hangry so my brain couldn't even process anything until after i ate.

a man shaking and crying on the floor because of me? (or what i perceived as being about me?) all i thought was get away from him because you're hurting him and nothing you do is going to make it better...and then it was like i felt like my mom. that's what she did. no comfort for the crying ones...just walk away until it's over. but i'm not his mommy. i'm his SO. he even said 'i don't want you to baby me or anything, just a little comfort would be nice.' he's right. but again, why are you crying in the first place? i'm selfish so i'm thinking 'wtf i'm a mess...now i have to wonder why you're a mess...wtf' and jfc no....i don't know what the fuck happened.

we need to both get some help with our issues somehow or we're not going to make it if repeats like this keep happening. i can't even call it a fight. it was more just a collective breakdown. he went to bed red eyed and mumbling. i'm up exhausted but numb af.

fucking a.

it's good i'll be gone for a day. give us both some time away just to think. well, he'll be able to anyway, ill be cramped in a car with 7 other people for 18 hours. not that i'm complaining. i've gotta do this to help out with bills and plus now i've got an obligation because my mother keeps putting shit on me and didn't even give me a chance to say no and if i don't make this trip a lot of people are out of money so im basically unable to back out even if wanted to. fuck it. i think i'll finally be able to chill next year. i'm going to make myself anyway. get through holidays. have a good time on our concert trip in january. hopefully by them my SO and i are in better places mentally too.

one hour at a time.

[howldean]

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