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𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 & 𝓕𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: jah submits a demo. jenna gets questioned by hudson. fans start to piece things together

warnings: mature language

a/n: I want to quit my job 🙂. I wish we got paid to write fanfiction. I walked 14,987 steps in one single shift

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@modernbussywhip: AIGHT I NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME

@ghostridingwhip: aggressive for wat tho?

@modernbussywhip: SSSHHHHHH I HAVE NEW INFO BOUT JAH'S MYSTERY GIRL! I have two potential candidates and please note that one of them is a little bit of a surprise

@highondatgreen: i thought it was clear that I'm Jah's girl

@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen whatever u smoke...slide some over here

@ghostridingwhip: @modernbussywhip who are the candidates 👀

@modernbussywhip: ALRIGHT CLASS IS IN SESSION. Now like I said i have two candidates but it could be more cuz we all know Jah is a hoe...a respectable one tho but i digress.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO UNO: Stacey Vernon, a popular social media influencer on TikTok. She has a twin sister Diana and with Davis, they all attended school together (as she has mentioned in a TikTok video). They were together at Stacey's birthday party not too long ago and even though Jah shut the rumors down of them being together...we never know when it comes to Shiesty.

@fnthechat: geeeeezzzzz if this Jah's girl....

@behindthespecialk: I love jah but there's no way jah bagged her

@shiestylover: @behindthespecialk: whoa whoa not u doubting my girl's ability to bag bad bitches. you must not seen her roster 😏

@behindthespecialk: HOW?!?! @sheistylover

@shiestylover: she just built like that 😏

@modernbussywhip: LMAOOO while we can admire the untouchable rizz Jah has later....we should move on to candidate numero dos because this one...is a little out there but plausible.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO DOS: we all know her, we all love her and it's Miss Jenna Ortega. Now now now before everyone start think pieces just look at my evidence ok come come....evidence number one back when the Scream 6 premiere happened Jah accompanied Davis to it. I'm 95% sure that's where they first met because Jah didn't go to Canada while Davis was filming Scream 6. 1/4

@modernbussywhip: we all saw jenna appear in Jah's vlog...the eye contact, the sexual tension, everything was there between them. But fast forward a couple of hours later, a fan posted a pic with jenna who was at a restaurant and in the pic u can see a tattooed arm and it's the same tattoos Jah has! 2/4

@modernbussywhip: CONTINUE TO WALK WITH ME! Fast forward more, they follow each other on Instagram and as a jenna fan also...that girl avoids that app like the bubonic plague EXCEPT for when Jah posts...every single post of jah has a jenna like...i don't think jenna even likes her mother's posts so for her to only be on Instagram liking Jah's posts....my spidey senses are tingling 3/4

@modernbussywhip: ALMOST DONE! now we always mess with jah on her Reddit so lately it's been nothing but pics and edits of jenna on it...NOT ONCE has she told anyone to stop sending pics and edits of jenna. AND every time she looks at one...her eyes lights up and she starts to smile and blush! Plus after the Met Gala, Jenna stayed in New York...why did she stay in New York?? Jenna's from Cali across the fucking country and she was seen around the Bronx area....YALL NOT FOOLING ME! 4/4

@fnthechat: if jah managed to bag the baddiest scream queen in existence...imma need her to write a book about how to generate THAT much rizz

@ghostridingwhip: fr...that's like level 100 rizz...past Duke Dennis level of rizz

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"Man this is the fucking FIFTH studio I called today and none of them got availability tonight" You groaned out of frustration.

"Why you wait until the last minute to call these studios?" Delyse questioned.

"Well I just signed up for the contest. It was a spur of the moment thing I didn’t really think it through." You said.

Delyse hummed in response and turned her attention back to the food on the stove.

"We can see if Kenny still got his home studio. I think he still live on 33rd" Davis said.

"Bet let's go. We'll be back Ma" You said to your mother and left with Davis.

"You got a song you gonna record?" Davis asked.

"Yeah I wrote it a long time ago. I made the beat and everything" You smiled.

Soon the two of you made it to Kenny's house. You walk into the building and climb up the three flights of stairs, remembering that his elevator never worked. You got to his door and knocked on it.

You waited patiently and slightly out of breath. You knocked again, "Yo Kenny it's me Jah."

Suddenly, the door was ripped opened and a furious looking woman stood there with a crying baby on her hip.

"Uh is Kenny here?" You asked.

The woman laughed sadistically, "Of course you're looking for Kenny. Kenny left four months ago with a skank from Brooklyn."

You and Davis looked at each other stuck on what to say.

"Um...you don't happen to still have his studio equipment?" You asked carefully.

"Nope. I burned it. I burned everything of his" The woman replied.

"Okay thanks" You both gave her a small smile and walked away from Kenny's former apartment. The two of you left the building with you feeling utterly defeated.

"What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to submit this demo by 11:59 tonight" You sighed.

"Don't stress bruh we gon' figure something out. Trust" Davis reassured you. You nodded and took a deep breath in to calm your body down.

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London, England

1:23 am

Jenna had just got to her temporary home after a long day of filming. She was exhausted and was glad she had the day off so she can rest properly. She pulled her shoes off and placed her purse on the table.

Just as she was about to sit on the couch, a knock is at her door.

She internally screams before she walks to the door and opens it to reveal Hudson.

Jenna sighed, "What do you want Hudson?"

"I...just wanted to check in on you. I know you've been working hard which could be harmful to the baby" Hudson said nervously.

"Now you care about me and my baby" Jenna said and raised her eyebrow in suspicious at the boy.

"I always cared about you Jenna. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now" Hudson replied.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have told my family about me being pregnant. That wasn't something someone who cared about me would do" Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't my place to do that and I sincerely apologize" Hudson said.

Jenna hummed in response, not really believing his words.

Hudson sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "I truly am sorry and I regret doing it. I just...I just wanted to check on you after everything that happened with Neil on the plane."

At the mention of the male, Jenna tensed. She was doing good with pushing him out of her thoughts. Instead, choosing to focus on her filming. She couldn't and won't let him control her...not anymore. She deserved to be happy.

"I'm fine. I'll handle it" Jenna lied.

Hudson opened his mouth to say something but decided against it after seeing the look on her face.

"Okay...I'll uh...see you tomorrow" Hudson said and walked away from her door. Jenna shut the door after he left and sat on her couch. She was stressed and that wasn't good for her or the baby...she needed to relieve some stress.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i need help

NYC 🩵:

with 👀

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

im stressed

NYC 🩵:

well taking deep breaths and meditating i heard is a good source of stress relief

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

NYC 🩵:

was that not the right thing to do?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

nope

NYC 🩵:

ah shit

WAIT

😏😏😏😏😏😏

i know what u want

🤤🤤🤤 vegan food looks bomb don't ya agree

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

I hate you with everything in me 😂

NYC 🩵:

💀💀💀 wym? wat i do? is that not right also?!?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know that's not what i want

NYC 🩵:

what u want then

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know

NYC 🩵:

i dont know ms ortega

not a mind reader

use your words

A chill went through Jenna's body as she read the message, imagining you actually saying those words to her...under different circumstances.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

don't say that

it makes it harder when you say things like that

NYC 🩵:

😂😂😂😂

ain't it like almost 2 am or something over there

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

no...

NYC 🩵:

nice try

go to sleep

goodnight my honey bunches of oats 😘🥰

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you're annoying 😒

Jenna groaned and placed her phone down next to her. She needed to eat, shower, and sleep. But before she could even attempt to start, her phone dinged again. She grabbed it and opened the message from you, she took a sharp inhale of air.

NYC 🩵:

word?

*attachment: 1 image*

It was picture of you in the mirror with your head titled to the side and tongue stretched out your mouth. Your tongue was naturally long, almost reaching to your chin. But what also caught her eyes was your hand placement which was grabbing your genitalia through your gray sweatpants. That's all Jenna needed.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i take back what i said

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You laughed at Jenna's message and fixed yourself before walking out the bathroom. You and Davis got back to your Mother's house defeated from the lack of progress in finding a studio.

You don't know how you were going to finished this demo and submit it in 4 hours.

A knock at the door grabbed your attention, you watched as your mother walks to the door and cracks it open.

"Hey Leon" Delyse smiled brightly at the sight of the man.

"Hey Del, how you doing?" Leon gave her a smile back.

"I'm good just cooking for these clingy kids" Delyse answered and opened the door wider for Leon to see you and Davis.

"Hey Mr. Greenhill" You and Davis simultaneously greeted the older man. Leon chuckled and waved at them.

"Oh I knew I smelled something delicious. Man I missed smelling your cooking reminds me of the old days" Leon flattered.

Delyse let out a little giggle, "Yeah the old days."

The two adults stood in the doorway looking at each other basking in the comfortable silence. Meanwhile, you and Davis looked at each other before looking back at the older adults.

"I...uh just wanted to stop by and say hello. I don't wanna intrude anymore than I already have" Leon smiled at Delyse.

"No, no, no intruding...do you want a plate?" Delyse boldly asked.

It took a moment for Leon to come up with a response but eventually he did, "Uh yeah sure."

The older gentleman walked into the house and Delyse closed the door behind him. Leon pulled off his cap and held it in his hands. He sat next to you at the end of the table.

"How you guys doing?" Leon politely said to you and Davis.

"Eh" You shrugged.

"Eh? Why eh?" Leon questioned.

"Jah signed up for this music competition. Winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. The contestants must submit a demo by 11:59 p.m tonight but we haven't found a studio all week" Davis explained.

"And I tried recording it on my phone but the audio is all grainy and hard to hear" You sighed.

"Hmm...can you sing the song you are going to submit?" Leon questioned.

You and Davis glanced at each other again but Davis just shrugged. You scrolled to the notes app and pulled the beat of the song you are going to use.

"Rollin' through with stacks, it's easy, money rainin' down, just like a storm, I got the riches-" You get interrupted by Leon pausing the beat on your phone.

"No" Leon said.

"No? What you mean no? It's a good song" You scoffed.

"Yeah for the early 2015 era when singing about money like that could get you hits. It's 2023 now, people want to hear something different something unique. If I was a judge and I heard that...I would think you're just hopping on the trendy music hoping for yours to be the hit. But you don't realize that everyone is thinking the same thing as you. The only way for you to be looked at twice is if you stand out. Let the lyrics come from within you, come from your heart" Leon explained to you.

Delyse then comes from the kitchen with a plastic bag with aluminum foiled wrapped plates inside.

"Here you go" Delyse smiled and handed Leon the bag.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this Delyse" Leon smiled at her grateful. He stood up from the table and grabbed his cap.

"Once you find those lyrics, come and find me on Southern BLVD but hurry though you got four hours left" Leon said and left the house.

Meanwhile, you sat stuck at the dining room table. Replaying the words Leon said, basically calling your song shit. It stung but deep down you knew he was right. The song didn't feel like you, it felt like a 14 year old wrote it and it wasn't your style.

You glanced at the clock on the wall as you grabbed a pen and paper. 7:48 p.m. Your eyes then glanced down to your phone and an unopened message from Jenna.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you have to be the greatest partner alive 😏

"Have to be..." You muttered to yourself. Instantly, your hand starts to move by itself as you write down the lyrics to your new song.

Let the lyrics come from your heart.

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Two hours later, you finally finished and made your way to Southern BLVD with Davis tagging along.

"Why Southern BLVD though? What's here besides crackheads and prostitutes?" Davis commented.

The two of you continued walking down the block until you start to hear the sound of music. The closer you got to the corner, the louder and clearer the music became. It was street drummers and Leon was in the middle of them playing the electric guitar. You and Davis watched in amazement as he kept up with the drummers until they finished their last cord together.

The small amount of people that were gathered applauded them and a couple gave a few dollars before walking away.

"Yo I ain't know you could play the guitar Mr. Greenhill" Davis said.

Leon chuckled, "I'm a man with many talents son." The older male turned to you.

"I'm assuming you got something better with you this time" Leon teased.

You laughed, "Yeah I do. Wrote it from the heart like you said."

"Alright, well you better warm up that voice. You got a song to perform" Leon smiled and patted your back.

"Wait what? Right now? In public?" You questioned.

"Uh yeah. You need to submit that demo in two hours. I checked to see if you submit a live version of your demo and it said you could so get a move on" Leon said and stepped to the side.

"I don't got a beat though I just have the lyrics" You said. You were really trying your hardest not to perform in front of people severely underprepared.

"Don't worry about that" Leon said and placed the guitar over his shoulder.

Leon then played a cord on the guitar, soon the bucket drummer started feeling the vibe and matched the cord Leon was playing. Then you heard someone sweeping from behind you, it surprisingly also matched with everyone. You start to nod your head, feeling the rhythm and you grabbed the beat up microphone from the ground.

Davis pulled out his phone to start recording you.

"Can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere. Airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning. I can't fathom why you choose me out billions but I'll take it" You sung. You felt your eyes close as you got lost into the music.

Soon, you finished off the song to a large crowd cheering and clapping at your performance.

"I told you let the lyrics come from your heart. You made magic tonight Jah, take pride of your work" Leon educated you.

You nodded at him and walked over to Davis who was fiddling with his phone.

"And submitted" Davis smiled at you as he submitted the demo on the competition website.

"Hard part is over for now. Now we wait" You exhaled deeply.

a/n: if you put a buck in my cup I will shut the fuck up… but you ain’t gotta be a baller to give me a motherfucking dollar…

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battleslippers · 9 months ago

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4, 7, 14, 17 for the Outsiders ask!!

4. Rank the main 7.

Oh god, this one is really hard for me; I like all of them 😭

1. Probably Ponyboy? I post way more about Dallas (lord help me), but I find Pony way more loveable. Like, he's such a little shit, but he's also hilarious in his own 14-year-old way, and I found him the most relatable when I read the book.

2. Dallas -- As bad as i want to place him at 7th, I'd feel like a liar because of everything I've drawn of the guy. Realistically, I'd DESPISE him, but I find him so fascinating as a character. It's like looking at a disease under a microscope. He's just such a huge mess. It's also probably because of Tim/Dally LMAOOO

3. Two-Bit -- he's funny. I also love it when I find those fics that take into account his alcoholism and deadbeat behavior. They either make the most depressing thing ever or write a really nice development arc. Peeling back that layer of humor to see everything that guy is hiding is probably one of my favorite things to do/see.

4. Darry -- This guy has so much shit going on at 20, and everything between him and Pony is so interesting. He also reminds me of my own brother (😭). However, the woobification of him kind of kills it for me.

5. Steve -- I don't think I've talked about him enough, but the fact there's not much elaboration on him gives people a good amount of creative freedom, which I'm a huge fan of. Ofc, I still wish we had more about him. Plus, Imagining his aftermath of Vietnam + the whole deal between him and Ponyboy really sells me.

6. Sodapop -- I know we do see more of him in the book than Steve, but I guess he didn't interest me as much? Don't get me wrong, he's a great character with a good amount of depth, but I genuinely like Steve more. The thing about Vietnam also applies to him though.

7. Johnny -- I'm so sorry. I don't know why, but I never paid him enough attention and I probably should reread the book for this one. I do think he's really funny because the idea of him getting away with sass is just too good. I also think Ponyboy's narration definitely distorted his character in the book (no. 1 perpetrator of Johnny woobification honestly).

7. What are your favorite non-romantic relationships?

Curtis brother family dynamics

Shepard family dynamics

Steve and Ponyboy's relationship

14. Tell us your 5 headcanons you basically see as canon.

1. Johnny is really sassy; he's just able to get away with it because it's him. This frustrates Ponyboy to no end.

2. Ponyboy becomes one of those semi-pretentious lit/English majors. His main reaction to Soda's letter was the spelling, and he seems the type to become a teacher or journalist.

3. I know S.E. specifically stated this wasn't canon, but Soda and Steve going to Vietnam is stuck in my head forever. I find it so interesting (heartbreaking), and the opportunities with this is endless.

4. The Shepards are POC. I don't know why, but I always envisioned them like this, and the fanart kind of just fueled it.

5. Darry used to get into all sorts of shit when he was younger. I mean, he was a regular kid at some point too! Probably nothing too bad though.

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

Not necessarily? I'd have to give it a reread, but there wasn't anything that particularly annoyed me. I guess I wish we saw more of some characters, but it makes sense why they weren't included as much because of the story's focus.

tysm for the ask!!

#asks #the outsiders

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cherienymphe · 1 year ago

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You should get paid for the promo you do for movies and TV shows. I started watching outer banks bc of your writing and I’m bout to watch where the crawdads sing bc of your recent and I know I don’t have to to understand, but I prefer to know more about the character when I read. But seriously the amount of shows and movies I’ve watched bc of you 😭

Lmaooo thank you! Enjoy!

#asks

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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I wish there were a more standardized rules for the romanization because the differences are so wild that I go back and read and I’m like what who tf is this…like atp it’d be easier for me to just read it in korean instead if I have to think this hard to figure out who is being referred to…and yes the webcomic def isn’t as deep LOL im ngl I was never like super SUPER into orv like that so I didn’t mind it just being a more surface level easy quick read maybe someday I’ll actually get the willpower to fully read the novel…

Wait you’re so right LOL I totally forgot….also on that note iirc I think yukis bday is late April, I wanna say 26/27….but I could be wrong because I (regretfully) have not paid as much attention to yuki as some others (KARASU cough) but I’m actually laughing so hard sidekick Niko is actually gold I love the dynamic

Oh yeah there’s definitely Kaiser glazers LOL I feel like most of them are also the ones calling ness a glazer which is ironically funny (classic dude bro activity)

I just saw your side by side post and I was gonna say why do they look so similar in those panels LOL ok but hak too >>>>> I also remember seeing scenes of him and being like omg…actually he does kinda remind me of the closeted pining loser..lowk maybe I should go back to reading this again

LMAOO yeah you could never catch me pampering someone like Reo does to Nagi but OOOOOH guys im getting an exclusive sneak peek to peregrine hehe ok but reading this YOU CANNOT DROP A BOMB LILE THAT OMG??? Guys….guys?????!!!! Heavily agree that nagi being with her DESPITE the hassle >>>>>> Nagi being with her because she’s the only one who isn’t a hassle….it makes it feel more meaningful because we all know how much he hates hassles and instead of her just conveniently fitting with his lifestyle in that sense he’s actively willing to actually go out of his comfort zone for her….its the active part fr…I’m crying him biking all the way to meet her is giving me white butterfly hiori and willow tree rin add him into the losers with wild signs of affection club…ok but him actively failing to give the opportunity to her SHSGSHSH Lowk I can imagine her being pissed when/if she finds out but also OHHH ok it’s been a bit since I last read it but the pieces are here so that’s why Nagi’s always been kinda looked down upon because of his soccer career decline…that sounds like a big peregrine installment though LOL excited for whenever you decide to put that out!! I’m all for the tidbits and spoilers though

I was also going to say I remember first reading peregrine and getting sidetracked by chigiri because of the way you wrote him as the bff too LMAOOOO I definitely see the chigiri bff trope used here and there and I haven’t seen any characterizations of him here that are as bad/wild as other characters (like the Itoshis) but yours is def one of my favs miraverse characters on top!!!

LMAOOO “did I miss a tag was this supposed to be some cucking fic” no dw they’ll turn around once they realize it’s not aiku (like me reading Karasu bfb part 2 instead of 1 smh) OR they’ll just convert to (whoever it is) nation from your writing

OOOOOH ok actually that makes it easier for the fyp to do its thing then manifesting some top tier audio!! On a slightly unrelated note whenever I see anything using that audio from the Barou one you showed me I think about the Barou edit and lose it…truly living in my head rent free

Omg so I sent in the reply and went to go look at the source material to translate but got side tracked and completely forgot about it until I read this so umm!!! Going now!!! LMAO luckily they’re pretty short so it won’t take me long as long as my brain has the capacity to remember to actually do it shshjensjs

- Karasu anon

i think i started reading it because of an edit on tik tok (at this point what DON’T i do because of edits on tik tok…) and found out the webcomic wasn’t finished so i just went straight for the novel instead!! and honestly i’m glad i did because it was a much better experience imo…honestly i was lucky in that i had literally nothing else to do so it was easy for me to keep reading which meant i could get to the really exciting parts quicker!! since at first it’s kind of confusing 😰 but i do want to reread at some point because i think it’s one of those stories that’ll be even better when you know the ending?? or like you pick up on things you missed the first time around 🙂‍↕️ however it’s so long that rereading would be such a time commitment idk if i could do it 😭

okay wait yeah he does have an april birthday i was thinking of nagi when i said may!! LMAO agreed the yukimiya facts are not at the forefront of my mind as compared to nagi karasu and barou’s (also barou and i have almost the same birthday this basically makes us soulmates i think)

kaiser glazers are so interesting because 99% of kaiser fans fundamentally misunderstand his character to the point that it’s like…just create an oc…LMAOAOA he’s definitely interesting but i think he has to be viewed in a very particular lens to even make sense as a person 🤔 he’s not solely “evil abusive meanie villain” but he’s also definitely NOT a sweetheart who would be perfect and flirty in a relationship…many layers to that man but i will leave the exploring of them to someone who actually gaf abt him

NO BECAUSE THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY TBH LIKE WHY DO THEY LOOK SOSOSO SIMILAR?? dare i say nagi might pull up and steal shinah’s story that i always wanted to write but never did…DARE I SAY 🤫 jkjk we will see if i can even make it work because to be honest it might be too dependent on yona lore HOWEVER the crossover could be insane 😨 especially because hak was the second lead so i could EASILY give rin that spot and fulfill my rin second lead dreams 🤩

LMAOOO I NEEDEDDDD TO GO ON THE PEREGRINE RANT WITH SOMEBODY!!! oh 100% it’s like one of the main three fights they have (the first is after he becomes friends with reo and asks her why she hates him so much so she tells him she hates him for not trying and still being better than her because she’ll be stuck in their hometown forever [they secretly become friends and then start dating afterwards], the second is when she finds out he failed on purpose because she’s all like “oh you didn’t trust me now i didn’t even earn it” and nagi’s like “bro what do you want from me 😰”, and the third is when he bikes to her house and asks her to stay and she tells him she has to leave and then literally gets in the taxi and leaves him standing there in the rain watching her go 😭) okay wait more peregrine lore: the reason why she gets with kira is deadass because chigiri reo and may convince her to go to a college party in their freshman year with them for the underage drinking experience and when she’s drunk she sees a tall pale haired soccer player and is like omg nagi??? and goes over to cry and hug him because she misses him sm…meanwhile kira is like WTF but finds her hot so he decides he needs to snatch and that’s why he knows who nagi is even though she doesn’t remember it happening because reo may chigiri were NOT responsible friends and she had a bitttt too much 😓 she says no because she still loves nagi and wants to be with him once she graduates but a week or so later nagi goes viral on social media for mentioning he’s in love with a girl from their hometown — orie watanabe (reader’s best friend from when she was a kid who sold her out to her mother) so she calls kira and is like “ok ig i’ll date you i have no other options” BUT plot twist there’s an interlude which shows the actual interview and all nagi said (in response to the interviewer asking why he’s single) is that he’s still in love with this girl he knew from when he was younger (implied to be reader) it’s just that the gossip sites went crazy trying to find the girl and orie being a clout chaser is like “oh he’s talking abt me” LMAOAOA and ofc as chigiri mentioned nagi doesn’t have any social media so he had 0 clue what was even HAPPENING but that’s why reader thinks he moved on first!!

also wait number one peregrine moment that is yet to come is during reo and may’s wedding…the date of reader’s wedding has been set and she’s dancing w nagi as the best man and maid of honor usually do and she starts crying because talking to may made her realize she actually still loves nagi but she doesn’t know how to escape the hole she’s dug for herself so nagi’s like “wow guys she’s so emotional her best friends are getting married 🙂‍↕️” and they go sit in the corner and he’s like ok why are you ACTUALLY crying and she’s like i wish we were the ones getting married which ofc makes nagi be like 😮 UNFORTUNATELY kira is there and he overhears and starts crashing out but then the goat himself HYOMA CHIGIRI pulls up and diffuses things by dumping a glass of red wine on kira’s head and saying “you’ve always wanted to be like me at least now you’ve got the hair color down 🥱” JFNDJSKS then kira fucks off back to america but chigiri gets home first and he + niko + kunigami get all of reader’s stuff out of their house before kira can do anything…then nagi gets back into soccer but the only team that’ll take him is a really shitty one that’s supposed to be kicked out of the league because they don’t even have a coach and reader is like “yo if you take nagi as a player i’ll get you a coach” and then she calls chigiri so he + kunigami + niko (who still has reader’s cat for some reason) pull up and chigiri gets the job as their coach and he + nagi lead them to victory that season even though chigiri had to quit playing soccer in college because of his leg (hence why kira replaced him) 🤩

YESSS THE AUDIOS GO CRAZY i never know when inspo will strike because it’ll be the most random videos fr but at this point i trust my for you page to lead me to greatness it hasn’t let me down yet!! also omg the barou effect…so real though that edit was PERFECT like the clips they used and everything…lowkey after sae i might do barou’s edition of the oaeu because i cannot wait to write him and also because it’ll introduce niko as aiku’s sidekick which is a must

LMAOOO no worries i will go respond to them now!! hehe you are always on the translating grind my goat fr 😩

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spiderlilac · 1 year ago

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i mean you say the dynamic is no big deal but it's literally all you are interested in so it kind of is to YOU actually.

But whatever, I was being helpful, you found your niche and you have your niche readers and you should stick to that is what I'm was saying. It was in response to the other ask you got asking if you'd write omega Luke and I genuinely don't think it would benefit you because there are alot omega Luke writers...that'all.

shut up lmaooo is this truly difficult to understand? are you not understanding on purpose? 😭😭😭

i wasn’t gonna answer but i’ll do it one last time so it’s clear in case you wanna be ‘helpful’ to any other authors <3

keyword here is ‘YOU’. at the end of the day, when i (me, spider, spiderlilac) like a ship, i’m going to read what i like from that ship. nothing else. i’m going to consume and produce what i like. it’s all about preference. i don’t like omega luke; said i wasn’t interested. does that mean i dislike it? nah i just don’t care for it. if i find a really good fic and it happens to be omega luke, i’d probably still read it. or if i ever have an idea and want to make it omega luke, i will because that’s what i want to do. so yeah it is important to ME, but for others? idk i can’t read their minds.

for last: you were not being helpful. you were annoying and condescending, and your idea of fandom/fanfic is stupid. i don’t write for you or for anyone in particular. “it would not benefit youuuu 🥺🥺🥺” either way it’s not like i’m getting paid 💀 i post on ao3. it’s an archive. ppl can go and find things they like by sorting it in the tag system.

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piecksz · 4 years ago

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three’s a crowd | (m)

pairing: reiner x fem!reader x eren

warnings: nsfw, oral sex (female recieving), cuckolding, male masturbation, penetrative sex, voyeurism, slight degredation, slight angst, light mention of drugs, explicit language

summary: reiner’s attempt at hiding his attraction towards you fails, but lucky for him, eren’s feeling generous.

words: 4.6k

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned for.....well.....shit LMAOOO

a/n x2: I FORGOT TO ADD if you guys wanna listen to the song i looped like 47 fucking times while writing this, bc i feel like it fits reiner in this one shot kinda well, u can listen to recognize by partynextdoor (feat. drake) :p enjoy

Reiner hated Eren.

He hadn’t gone into living with someone he’d never met in person before with innumerable expectations, but he wasn’t banking on his roommate to be his polar opposite. He hated the sound of Eren’s riotous music into the early hours of dawn. He hated the unbearable malodor of his marijuana dependence, and he hated the way he carried himself with an intolerable air of arrogance, but as much as Eren’s living habits irritated him, it was the fact that Eren had you that presided over all of his grievances.

Being a witness to it made Reiner sick, knowing that you were leagues above Eren, and surely you deserved someone respectable, but somehow he’d charmed you into a long-term relationship, and Reiner wondered how he’d managed it. If by some miracle it had been up to him, Reiner speculated that he would be a viable match for you--that was if he had those sentiments for you--and he reassured himself he didn’t hold any promiscuous feelings towards his roommate’s girlfriend.

Yet it was hard for Reiner to rationalize the obscene thoughts that pervaded his mind at 2 AM. His clock displayed the time in bold red numbers, an indication that he should have been fast asleep, but you had decided to spend the night, and he already understood what that entailed.

The walls in their apartment were thin and did an insubstantial job of muting the noise that traveled between rooms. Reiner boasted the privilege of having his room right next to Eren’s, which meant he could hear everything that happened on the other side of the barrier. He heard every whimper, every groan, every time Eren praised you for taking him so well, and every time he admired how irresistible you looked while he fucked you from the back. The sound was so lucid he could count exactly how many rounds you guys had gone, and it was usually two, three if Eren hadn’t seen you in a while which was rare.

You two were hard to ignore, no matter how hard Reiner had tried, meaning he was also up late, listening while you two coupled. Your cries of stimulation, however, he didn’t mind as much. In truth, Reiner was always tempted to slip his hands into his pants and get himself off to the sound of your enticing whimpers, but he would discourage himself, deciding it was against his better judgement. Instead he would opt to cover his ears with his pillow, flipping over onto his side and dedicating his total effort to falling asleep.

Of course, Reiner had long established that he didn’t like you, but he swore he could make you feel better than Eren could.

It was around midday when Reiner returned to their apartment after committing his morning to helping his long-time friend, Pieck, pack up the furniture at her studio in preparation to move. They were halfway finished with stowing away Pieck’s belongings before she realized they didn’t have enough boxes and apologized, asking Reiner if he’d be willing to return the following day to help her load up her remaining things. He obliged, guiltily happy that he was being dismissed early.

Reiner kicked off his shoes and ambled into the kitchen to set down the food he secured on his way home, but he paused momentarily to scrutinize the condition of the living room, discerning Eren’s obvious trace.

The TV was on, but it sat idly, blinking images of some prime time movie Reiner couldn’t recognize, and Eren’s drug paraphernalia was left scattered on the coffee table, his bong alongside his stray lighter and grinder.

“Eren!” Reiner had prompted him on several occasions, reminding Eren that just because he thought electricity was a necessary utility and should be free, didn’t mean it was, they still had to pay for it. He also requested that he put his bong away after he was done smoking since it wasn’t permitted in their building, but Eren seemed heedless to that demand too. “Eren!”

Reiner anticipated a response, but huffed when he received only silence. Leave it to his roommate to blight his good mood in record time. He mumbled inaudibly, swiping the remote off the table to turn the TV off, and then reluctantly bending down to tidy the space of Eren’s things.

“Hi, Sunshine. You’re up and about early.”

Reiner straightened himself out and turned around, unaware that you’d been over. He missed your approaching footsteps. Had you stayed the night? He didn’t hear anything from Eren’s room the previous evening which was unusual to say the least. Maybe you’d stopped by earlier that morning while he’d been out.

“Hey,” he replied meekly. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

Reiner’s eyes looked you over swiftly, slightly startled at the lack of clothing covering your bottom half. You were only wearing a loose shirt that stopped dangerously at your hips and a pair of lace undergarments, but naturally, you didn’t seem the least bit phased. You’d practically lived with them. When you weren’t in class or at your part-time job, you were at their apartment, leading Reiner to wonder if you forgot you had a place of your own.

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “Sorry Eren left all of his shit out. I don’t know how I know the house rules and he doesn’t.”

Reiner snorted. “He knows them, he just doesn’t care.” His voice was casual although he walked hastily into the kitchen to avoid looking at you. He stored Eren’s bong in the vacant cupboard above the microwave before throwing his other tools into a miscellaneous drawer.

As if on cue, Eren wandered out of his room languidly, carelessly shrugging a jacket onto his unclad upper body. Reiner took that as a sign that his lunch would be best enjoyed in his room. He was already irked, and wasn’t in the headspace to deal with the current atmosphere.

“What’d you get?” you questioned, leaning over the counter with mirth. You paid little attention to the way Eren came up behind you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder. You looked more interested in the alluring smells wafting from the paper bag in Reiner’s hand.

Another thing he hated about Eren was his shameless PDA. It appeared he adored showing you off, letting everyone know that you were his, but God--how could anyone forget when it seemed he was incapable of keeping his hands off of you. Reiner himself recognized that you were a prize, from your lively eyes that were a marriage of subtle hues to the way your lips curled upwards when you grinned. He even noticed the curve of your breasts’ shape through your shirt. If Reiner had you, he’d want you all to himself.

He shook the thought out of his head.

“I just got something small on the way home.” He forced a smile. “If I’d known you were over I would have gotten you something too.”

“Why do you treat Y/N better than you treat me?” Eren asked, sounding only a little bit offended.

Reiner pretended to think before he responded. “Ah, maybe it’s because I don’t like you.”

You laughed at Reiner’s reply, and Eren only smiled, but Reiner detected something else behind his expression. Mischief.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Reiner creased his eyebrows together. “Of course.” He hadn’t read too much into the question. He did like you. You weren’t just easy on the eyes, but you were great company too. That was the only reason he didn’t mind lending their apartment to you as a second home, he enjoyed being around you.

You let out an exaggerated aww after he answered. “I like you too, Reiner.”

Reiner chuckled, shaking his head, but inside he was telling his heart to calm down. You didn’t mean it like that.

Eren hummed absentmindedly, swaying side to side slowly while you rocked along to his movement.

“Do you wanna fuck her?”

Reiner gripped the bag in his hand tightly, and his smile faltered in shock, reeling from the bombshell of Eren’s question. “What?” Did he hear him correctly?

You looked just as surprised, exclaiming your boyfriend’s name and craning your neck to look at him.

“I’m kidding,” he dismissed, but Reiner could tell he wasn’t from the way Eren’s eyes didn’t waver from him.

What Reiner didn’t know was that Eren had caught onto him. He’d known for a while, which was why he was particularly touchy with you around Reiner, showing you off, not caring whether you walked around their apartment scarcely dressed, it was because Eren enjoyed having something that someone else wanted. He saw the way his roommate acted around his girlfriend, reserved and quiet, more than he usually was, and he even noticed the way Reiner’s eyes dipped down to your chest in the moment because Eren was exceptional at paying attention to detail.

You must have detected how uncomfortable Reiner felt because you delivered a brief jab to Eren’s ribs with your elbow.

“Eren, that’s not fucking funny,” you chided. “Do I need to put you in time out?”

“It’s fine,” Reiner interrupted quickly. He didn’t want you defending him because you were oblivious. It only made the situation more embarrassing than it already was since, truthfully, the thought had crossed his mind more than once.

Eren reiterated his question, eyes narrowed at Reiner. “So do you?”

You sighed heavily and looked at Reiner apologetically. He could feel his face growing hot, and he prayed it wasn’t obvious he was as flushed as he felt. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Reiner released a humourless chuckle. “Grow up, Eren.” He slipped past the two of you, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m only asking because I’m feeling charitable. You wouldn’t mind, would you baby?”

Reiner could hear Eren pressing a series of ticklish kisses against your skin, causing you to laugh through your answer.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind if Reiner doesn’t mind.”

Reiner brought his teeth down hard on the tip of his tongue. He was surprised that Eren was so secure in his relationship that he would willingly allow another man to have his way with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure if his suggestion was insane or ingenious, because Eren had taken control of the one thing that threatened any relationship: infidelity, something so unvirtuous wouldn’t stop him from loving you. You and Eren were so committed to each other that a simple fuck meant nothing.

Reiner hesitated, but figured an opportunity like this was rare. He had both Eren’s permission and yours, yet he still didn’t believe his sincerity until you were in Eren’s room, starting to strip out of your clothes.

His chestnut eyes drifted over to Eren, slouched lazily in the chair he casually pulled out from his desk. “You’re gonna watch?”

Eren lifted a thick eyebrow, resting his thumb under his chin with an index finger against his cheek, looking unimpressed by Reiner’s obvious reservations. “You think I’d let you fuck my girlfriend without me here?”

Reiner slid a tense hand over the back of his neck, rubbing away the uncomfortable heat that creeped up his back and diffused to the tips of his ears. He figured that was reasonable considering the circumstances, after all, he was only fucking you because Eren had allowed it.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Reiner than your bare form, scanty pink lace clinging to your hips the only thing preventing you from being completely naked in front of him. His gaze dipped from your simpering smile down to your collarbones and then down to your breasts, perfectly sculpted to your figure.

Reiner made no efforts to move despite his insatiable urge to grab you in his arms and make certain that you were left satisfied. He feared he’d look too eager to Eren who was observing from the sidelines, but you paid little attention to your audience of one as you sauntered towards Reiner, closer and closer, until your arms slid around his neck and you pressed your chest to his torso.

Reiner’s body was strung so tightly, he was afraid he might snap. It seemed you took notice of the way his muscles tensed once your delicate fingers ghosted over the nape of his neck because your suggestive expression waned, and instead, your eyebrows creased with sincere concern.

“You okay?”

He couldn’t respond, but to be fair, it was because his heart was hammering against his chest and he wasn’t sure how to make it stop. He looked over at Eren again, who, fortunately, didn’t seem to pay much attention to him. Instead, your boyfriend’s stare was fixed on your backside, likely admiring how luscious you looked from his perspective.

“I’m over here.” You laughed and pressed a gentle finger to Reiner’s chin, redirecting his focus back to you. “Just relax.”

He swallowed, chuckling to soothe his unease. “I’m trying.”

Reiner wasn’t sure why he felt so unassertive in your presence. He didn’t hold a record like Eren did, but he also wasn't abstinent by any means. This, though, felt different. He was dealing with several months of pent-up sexual frustration that could only be satisfied by you and no one else. He knew because he’d tried.

Reiner drew in a ragged breath as you leaned into him, breathing heavily through his mouth until you closed the space in between you two, then he continued breathing heavily through his nose. At first, he made no efforts to close his eyes, afraid that the imagery in front of him was a mirage inspired by his own imagination and would disappear if he so much as blinked. His lips were timid, body taut under your touch, but you seduced his mouth, reining him in until he melted into the kiss.

He pushed back against you with fervor and desperation, outlining the shape of your bottom lip with his tongue before nipping at the soft flesh. You released a quiet whimper, intensifying the lust swelling in the pit of his stomach, and Reiner forced his tongue past your teeth, claiming your mouth while his wandering hands settled audaciously against your ass.

Your hands slid over his shoulders and crafted biceps until they tugged hastily against the hem of his shirt, and Reiner immediately understood your cue, withdrawing his mouth from yours to give himself just enough time to slip out of it. He dipped down again to deliver another kiss, but he was deterred by the feeling of your palm against his chest.

“What? Is something wrong?” he questioned quickly, eyes darting back and forth between your hand and your face, worried that he’d done something to overstep your boundaries.

Instead of the troubled expression he expected, you looked rather intrigued. Perhaps impressed was the better word. Your curiosity was held by Reiner’s physique, a living work of art. Eager fingers traveled down the built ripples of his abdomen, chuckling once you felt his muscles flex under your touch.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed. “Nice, Braun.”

A snicker emitted from the corner. This, miraculously, Eren allowed.

Reiner's mouth quirked upward in a subtle smile before he surrounded you with his arm, pulling you in for another kiss. He walked you backwards until you collapsed onto the mattress, and he fell on top of you, strong forearms holding up his weight. It was then that Reiner realized he allowed his lust to win in the war against himself.

He pulled away to recover his breath, winded pants fanning over your face. His surveying eyes searched yours before they lowered to your swollen lips. God, you were even more mesmerizing up close, heavy-lidded and studying him through a curtain of eyelashes. Maybe for once Reiner would admit he was jealous of Eren. He was fucking envious, bitter, and spiteful that you were his. He’d been a goddamn idiot to let things go this far, agreeing to Eren’s offer, because he knew one fuck wouldn’t be enough to fufill his need for you. He’d barely gotten a taste, and he could already promise that nothing would ever compare to this.

He found your throat and pressed a fleeting kiss to your pulse, moving further down until his lips met your collarbone. He nipped at the delicate skin, taking notice of the way your grip in his hair tightened. His eyebrows arched while he peered up at you, delighting in the way your head rolled back and forth against the duvet. He really wanted to suck at your skin, leaving dark bruises that decorated the path from your earlobe down to your breastbone, but he knew Eren would kill him.

Reiner dipped lower until his lips brushed lightly against your beaded nipple. You made a small sound of protest, but held his head closer, letting him know what you really wanted. His heart beat erratically against his ribcage as he curved a large hand around your right breast and suppressed a groan, but you released a breathy whimper.

He could feel the sound wreaking havoc in his brain. His balls were so damn tight, it would take barely any effort for him to cum, but he wanted to prolong your coupling as long as possible. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another chance like this.

His thumb ran over the erect peaks of your breasts, captivated by the magic of watching your back arch and your body become aroused under his touch. He dipped a finger into his mouth, glazing it with his saliva before using it to flick back and forth at your nipple.

“Fuck, Reiner,” you mewled.

Reiner replaced his hand with his lips, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around it, coating it generously with his spit, while you made no attempts to conceal your intense cries of pleasure.

Eren released an entertained sigh, swiveling back and forth in his chair. “She whines like a bitch, doesn’t she?”

Shit. Reiner had almost forgotten he was there, but he still released a hungry grunt in agreement, sending vibrations over your chest. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth, releasing it, and then soothing the sting with the flat side of his tongue.

He trailed down your abdomen, pressing hard wet kisses and stopping to leave a quick lick to your navel. He grinned against your skin when you gripped the sheets and breathed his name again, this time quieter, as if you meant it only for his ears. He liked to think so.

Once he reached the waistband of your panties, he licked along the fabric, immobilizing your rolling hips with strong hands.

“Enough with the theatrics, Reiner. Just do it already,” Eren groaned, sounding irate.

Reiner assumed Eren’s groan was only to stress his impatience, but once he looked over to him, he realized he wasn’t just giving directives from the sidelines. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and his hand was moving steadily against the noticeable tent in his sweatpants.

He was enjoying this just as much as Reiner was, getting off to the sight of his girlfriend under another man, his roommate nonetheless.

Reiner suddenly felt strange. What the hell was he doing providing entertainment for Eren?

“Reiner,” your needy voice pulled him out of his reflection. His attention drifted back to you, watching while you propped yourself up on your elbows and slid your unsteady hands over your chest to tweak your own nipples, as if you were trying to hold yourself over.

He wished you hadn’t looked so tempting, even with your disheveled hair and sweaty skin, your vulnerable eyes fixated on him, and he was powerless.

Reiner hooked his fingers around your underwear, kissing a trail down the inside of your thighs as he pulled your panties down to your ankles before slipping them off and letting them pool on the floor.

“Spread wide baby, let him see that pretty pussy,” Eren stirred, cock now thrust out the top of his grey sweats and his swollen tip glistening with precum. His hand was wrapped firmly around his stiff length, moving slow while his breathing quickened.

For once, Reiner agreed with him, and he pressed his fingers into your thighs to aid you in parting your legs. Your pussy was slick with your own arousal, squelching as you tightened around nothing. You were even prettier than he’d imagined.

“Fuck,” Reiner breathed, extending two fingers to part your folds. Was he still sure he wasn’t dreaming?

He wrapped his built arms around your legs, pulled you closer, and lowered his head. He fixed his lips to your swollen clit, allowing his tongue to lap and circle around the tender bud every few seconds.

“Oh my god,” you cried, writhing against the sheets.

If he hadn’t secured your legs in his grip, he was certain you would have smothered him between your thighs out of reflex. He could detect the way you fought against his hold, but he far overpowered you in strength.

When he plunged his tongue inside you without notice, that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You pulled on the sheets with a frenzied grip, producing a shrill cry your neighbors had certainly heard. There was no doubt about it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you murmured, chest expanding and falling with labored breaths.

Reiner wanted to spend a few more generous minutes tasting you, he couldn’t get enough, but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. His cock was hot and hard in his pants, and he needed to feel you around him. Even if Eren wouldn’t let him cum inside of you, he needed to experience at least that much.

He rose to his feet, working quickly against his pants’ zipper while trying not to tease himself by looking at you. He was worried the mere sight of you on the bed, spread and ready for him would be enough to bring him to a climax, but he’d made the mistake of looking at you anyways, hand between your legs, delicate fingers rubbing at your clit while you stared up at him.

Fucking hell. Kill me. Reiner thought. Fuck. He felt the throbbing heat of his cock, and he wished you wouldn’t look at him like that. He really wished you wouldn’t look at him like that.

“Look at her, so desperate to be filled. It’s almost pathetic,” Eren laughed, but it was clear he was feeling your effect too. He lolled his head forward, long brown hair spilling over his shoulders and obscuring his face while his palm worked fast against his cock.

Shut up, Reiner thought. His head was growing hazy, and he couldn’t think. He needed to be inside you, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Reiner let himself free while his pants and underwear hung low around his knees. He couldn’t even find time to delight in the way your face melted into bliss once you laid eyes on his thick cock, leaking precum in sinful amounts because all he could think about was his ache. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance.

He’d been waiting for this for so goddamn long.

Reiner exhaled when you said his name again, hips undulating against his cock and wet folds stroking his tip. He watched as he pushed himself into you, filling you to the hilt, and once he was inside he hung his head forward, eyes shut tightly in a painful sort of ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Reiner grunted breathlessly.

He groaned, pinning your hips down with his once you attempted to fuck yourself onto his cock.

“Stop moving,” he pleaded. “Jesus christ--please don’t move.” He stayed still for a moment, waiting until his sensitivity subsided before he started rocking his hips against you slowly.

Reiner couldn’t dedicate his focus to anything other than the feeling of your slick walls clenching around his cock every time he pulled out, and the way he stretched you out every time he thrusted back in. He wondered if you could feel the depth of his desire.

“Harder,” you whispered once, and then begged louder. “Reiner please, fuck me harder.”

At first, Reiner was worried. He wanted to be gentle, he wanted to savor you, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you, but your request had him picking up the pace, ramming into you until the familiar slapping sound of sweaty skin filled the room.

You unraveled and became completely undone, letting out loud moans every time he drove his cock into you. Reiner thought the sound was incredibly euphonic as it fell upon his ears. You were like this because of him.

“How’s this?” His voice was husky and deep beside your ear.

Reiner was pleased by your lack of response. You could only nod, overwhelmed by the dual sensation brought on by him and the feeling of your quick fingers against your clit. You secured an arm around his neck again and wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging to him like he was all you needed. He wished that was how you really felt.

“Close…,” you murmured, and Reiner deduced you were warning him that you were near your orgasm. He could tell by the way your walls began to spasm.

Reiner felt the small of his back tighten, and he knew he was close too. He was torn between his release and holding himself back, not ready for this to end just yet, but his body betrayed him and he felt his cock twitch inside you.

Luckily, you reached your climax first, and Reiner watched in awe as your body seized underneath him, breasts bobbing with every jolt while you worked your clit into overstimulation. It wasn’t long after your orgasm that he made his last rueful thrusts. He quickly pulled out and clasped himself in the curve of his hand. He pumped his length until he released in quick spurts onto your stomach, covering you in his hot seed, and he kept pumping until he made sure he emptied himself of every drop.

His eyes quickly darted over to Eren, not to be odd or anything, but again, he had forgotten he was there. It seemed Eren had already satisfied himself. The creamy, white liquid decorating the bare skin of his abdomen and dribbling down his loose fist was evidence of that. Now that he had appeased his urges, he seemed disinterested as he reached over his desk and plucked a few tissues to clean himself up.

Reiner collapsed beside you, listening to the loud thudding of his heart as it delivered a few ecstatic beats while he caught his breath and began to calm down. He stared at the pivoting fan blades, and then his eyes dropped down to you lying next to him, sweaty and fucked out.

You were laying there with him, and goddammit he wanted to reach his arms out and wrap them around you, pulling you close so he could hold you and feel your heartbeat against his chest. He’d press kisses to your salty forehead, and then tell you how much he loved you. He wanted to stay like this.

Reiner's ideal vision dissolved once Eren stopped at the edge of the bed and extended his hand for you to grab.

“You wanna join me for a shower, baby?” Eren asked.

Of course, you took it, allowing him to support you until you were sitting up.

You released an exhausted laugh. “Yes, please.” You then turned to Reiner and arched your eyebrow in surprise. “By the way, not bad, Braun.”

Reiner gave you a small smile in return, but said nothing as he watched you cover your breasts with your arm and let Eren hoist you off the bed. You two slid past him and headed out of the room, but not without Eren looking back over his shoulder, shooting Reiner a shit-eating grin, as though reminding him who you’d always belong to.

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wearywinchester · 3 years ago

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Little Things

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It’s the little things that can make all the difference in everything.

Requested by Anonymous: “hey! i love your writing!! life is kinda stressful rn lmao so could i request a dean x reader where she kinda just opens up ab everything that’s stressing her out (could be hunting related literally anything u want) and maybe dean just comforts her and holds her? i could use a dean hug rn lmaooo. thank u ur the best!!!”

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: angst, injury, mentions of blood, self doubt, swearing, fluff, kissing

It was quiet that night. Quiet on the walk back to the car, on the way back to the motel. Not silent, not with Dean’s occasional habit of turning up the radio when a good classic rock ‘n roll song comes on or something he blurts out when he thinks of it. Said things are almost always comical. But aside from those moments it was quiet amongst the three of you and you knew why it’d been that way.

You weren’t entirely yourself. You smiled at the things Dean had been saying, a half smile that wasn’t fully there. But you didn’t say very much of anything. Your mind was running wild with thought after thought, stress weighing heavy on you from having built up until you felt as though you could burst at any moment.

Not every hunt goes well, not every hunt is easy to track down a monster especially if there’s more than one. You don’t always perform your very best on every single hunt—sometimes you make all the stupid mistakes that anyone can think of, and sometimes you get the job done as though you were the very best in the game.

But that day, that day was one that worked against you in more ways than one.

You were on the road for a solid ten hours before you got to your motel to stay in for the next few days, ten hours of trying to find leads and information on what that monster could be and you and Sam came up short nearly every time until the last hour of the trip. You dove right into it when you did get there, wasting no time in getting your hands dirty.

Eventually, you really did, having landed yourself a less than ideal cut running jagged along the heel of your hand and halfway to your palm. It hurt, it hurt real bad and it stole some of your gusto that’d already been halfway dwindled and it took down your ability to be as helpful as you could have been had you paid just a bit more attention. Had you been more on top of things.

You were clumsy that day, you weren’t thinking as clearly as you usually do, weren’t so quick on your feet and ready to be a problem solver when hunts have their twists. You dropped your blade once or twice, tripped a number of times after having been betrayed by your own shoelaces, and it took you longer than it should have to reload your gun. You even forgot to pack a few things in your duffel bag that you wanted to have with you, making things all the more heavier on yourself when you think of the laundry list of things that didn’t go quite as good as they have other times.

If you were honest with yourself, you were stressed. The built up stress from three or four back to back hunts had been wearing on you more than you would admit, of the hours of research and the hours of driving. The Impala was comfortable, had plenty of room for you when you’ve got the backseat to yourself to stretch your legs, but spending hours at a time within a vehicle driving through unfamiliar places had quickly become more than you could handle after the second hunt.

You wouldn’t call yourself homesick, a bit was fair, the familiarity of being back at Bobby’s was something you thought about. But driving town to town and state to state was something that was harder to take some getting used to when you felt like the weight of the world was sitting heavy on your shoulders. Any other time you were fine, but any other time you weren’t quite so stressed. Any other time wasn’t this.

It wasn’t unlike you to get overwhelmed, wasn’t unlike you to go through patches where that stress gets pent up till you crack. Unbeknownst to you, Dean’s got a knack to being able to figure you out in record time. You’re not so hard to read and no matter how well you think you’ve got things hidden, you don’t. He saw it all over your face two hunts ago.

He knows you way better than anyone else will, notices even the slightest change in the way you act, the way you speak. He knows.

You were quiet as you slipped out from under his arm, his eyes flickering from the motel tv and over to you as you walked to the small bathroom along the wall. He watched with half furrowed brows, caught the look on your face before you closed the door behind you part way.

The lighting was bright for tired eyes, eyes that weren’t tired enough to let you sleep more than a handful of minutes. That light was buzzing, a low hum that was still more than noticeable. You heard the tv muffled through the door that’d been slightly ajar, Dean’s chuckling at the program he’d been watching having stopped ever since you got up.

It was a few minutes past eleven o’clock, and your mind was a frenzy of all things restless, that pain in your hand keeping you that way until you called it quits and got up. The bandage around it was more wrinkled than it was before, the movement of your hand having creased the material. The numbing agent Dean had put on it had since worn off, the pain growing less dull the more you thought about it it seemed.

You tugged back on the soft white material, peeking at the stitches Dean gave you. The skin around it was tender and red, more blood having been shed and smudged into the gauze. It was sore, throbbing at even small movements and it was doing a good job at making sure you don’t forget it was there. Not that your mind would let you even if it didn’t ache and throb.

“Sweetheart?” Dean asked, a couple knocks on the door. He poked his head in after he heard your hum, his gaze flickering down to the way you were fumbling with your bandage. “Need me to change it?”

You shook your head. “‘S fine.”

His gaze lingered on you, the softest expression on his face as those dimples by the corners of his mouth began to make their appearance when he pursed his lips. His hand remains wrapped around the edge of the door for a moment as you give yourself a once over, smoothing down the hair that’d been sticking up in the back from where you had been laying against Dean.

Of course Dean had come to check on you, he heard one too many sighs that you weren’t even aware you made not to. But he was planning on doing that anyway because he knows there’s something up. It’s not everyday that his sweetheart walks around everywhere with a frown, no matter how slight it is.

You stood there for a moment, thinking things over as he leaned against the doorway and you sighed once more.

“I heard what you were saying to Sam,” you say, voice a fraction louder than before but still quiet.

He looks at you for a second, lips pressing together a bit more as he nods. “I see.”

It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two earlier. Sam had come in from the motel room next door, having something on his mind from the hunt to tell him, something you couldn’t quite recall. He checked on you too, wanted to see how you were doing with that busted up hand of yours and he too could notice you’ve got that frown on your face, were more reserved than usual.

They thought you had been asleep, a fair assumption with the way you were tucked into Dean. And, to be fair, you were on the verge of it but not enough to keep from stirring at Dean’s words as they vibrated in his chest.

“She doing okay?” Sam asked.

You didn’t see Dean’s half nod, one that wasn’t all that convincing as he bit the inside of his cheek. But you felt the way his hand rested flat on your shoulder and the way he moved it in a comforting circle, pausing to pick at a loose string on your shirt.

“Hand’s buggin’ her. That spirit really snagged her back there,” he says, and even though his words are quiet you can hear every bit of anger woven around them. Every bit of it in his tone.

“Think that’s it?” Sam asks, his curiosity showing in the question.

They know, they both do and that’s obvious.

“Don’t know what’s goin’ on in that head of hers,” he says, and you feel the way his hand runs over your head, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. You don’t see the way his gaze lingers on you, the way that crease between his brows deepens just a little more. His hand drops down to yours, his thumb brushes along the bandage that wrapped around your palm. “She can be clumsy but she ain’t that clumsy. Only gets like that when something’s bothering her.”

You hear Sam’s hum, almost unheard over the tv as he nods. It isn’t until you stretch against him that Sam bids his brother a goodnight, Dean offering a lighthearted salute before his hand settles back on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Dean. I’m fine,” you say, brushing past him to head back in the room.

You hear him chuckle softly, humored more by the obvious lie you told than anything. And his nod is just the same as he turns on his heel and shuts the bathroom light off.

“What’s so funny?” You say, looking up at him with half pursed lips as you tug back the blanket before gathering your thoughts, lifting your duffel bag to the mattress with your bad hand to dig through it in search of something you still weren’t quite sure you could put a finger on.

He sees your wince when that strap of your bag puts pressure on your wound, no matter how much you thought you hid it.

“You never were a good liar,” he says, watching as you dig through your bag in a huff. And he watches as you give up, grabbing it with your uninjured hand this time and tossing it to the floor.

“I’m not lying, Dean. I’m okay, you really don’t need to worry about me,” you insist, raising your brow at him.

“Tell that to the frown you’ve had the last three days.”

That brow drops, your jaw tending as you look at him and you swallow thickly. You shift on your feet before your lips purse momentarily, exhaling a heavy sigh as he raises his own in a knowing look. Of course he knew, he knew you like the back of his hand for as long as ever but you weren’t sure if you were ready to admit that.

He sighs when you sit back in bed, eyes on the tv as if to blatantly avoid his words. You glance at him briefly before averting your gaze, arms crossed over his chest. It’s only a moment or two before those dimples reappear and those brows furrow some more as he tugs back the blanket and sits down next to you.

For a little while, you think maybe he’d drop it, that maybe that was it, and for a little while it was. The tv was still playing and that’s what you tried to pay attention to, that and the way you absentmindedly fumbled with that silver ring on his finger as if absolutely nothing was wrong. As if you weren’t under the stress of being a hunter of supernatural monsters that most people don’t even think are real.

It was quiet between the two of you, nothing but the sound of the tv having filled the room as you leaned against his shoulder. If it weren’t for you twisting that ring around his finger he’d have had his arm around you by that point, but instead he settled for resting his head atop yours. He knew there was something on your mind, knew there had to be because it was very easy to notice how tense you were. Even easier to see the way your foot fidgets under the blanket.

You really weren’t that good of a liar and you’d be in denial if you said it wasn’t obvious. Stress was swimming in your mind a mile a minute and it wasn’t getting any easier keeping your mouth shut, that weight wasn’t getting any lighter. You were stubborn as ever though, and that was something that you were fighting against while you laid there leaned against the older Winchester.

It was eating you up as your eyes stayed on the screen, hearing the words despite not having a clue what’s going on. You suppose it was better, it was a better distraction than having it turned off but either way you still couldn’t relax.

It took you the better part of a half hour to push away your pride and swallow it down, to get over being so bent on toughening up and keeping things to yourself.

You look up at him, a quick glance that still lingered longer than you wanted it to. You knew it was because you felt his gaze on you when you looked away but you didn’t have it in you to hide it, didn’t want to anymore.

“Just stressed is all,” you mumble as your gaze drops to a dent in the motel wall, picking at a loose string on his shirt. “Really stressed.”

Your voice is quiet, meek as your cheeks burned at the admission, your brows furrowing. You feel his lips press to your hair, lingering for a moment or two as he hums softly. You are very much aware that it’s something he knows already, but to simply say it was lessening that weight on your chest some more.

“‘S that what’s been buggin’ you?” He asks, his tone as soft as yours had been as he pulls his hand from yours in favor of wrapping around you.

“I’ve kind of been a lousy hunter if you haven’t noticed it already, Dean,” you say, exhaling a light huff.

You hear his chuckle, feel it as your brows furrow deeper. “Lousy? No, can’t agree with that. Overwhelmed? Now I’d say that’s more like the right answer.”

“I could barely do my job today, Dean. Or any of the last few hunts for that matter. You don’t have to sugarcoat things for me when I know where I stand. I may be stressed and it might be affecting my abilities as a hunter, but I know I’ve never been as up to par as everyone else,” you say, voice having started out stronger, louder than it did before it started tapering off the more you spoke.

He’s quiet for a few moments for reasons you’re unsure of but surely thinking the worst, he’s quiet as he tries to wrap his head around the sheer ridiculousness of your words. He’s not much better with the whole self image thing, he knows it’d be hypocritical to tell you not to think that way because he thinks the very same things about himself every single day.

But it’s you. It’s you he’s talking about.

He knows where he stands as a hunter and he knows the pile of problems he’s got, he knows his list of regrets and guilt and failures that are stapled and tacked onto the name of Dean Winchester. He knows all of that about himself, knows you’ll always be sunshine and the good he’s got in his life. He’ll always hold you in the highest regard, faults and imperfections and all.

He knows it’s hypocritical to tell you not to be so hard on yourself, he knows it but he doesn’t care.

“Y/n/n?”

You hum, biting down on the inside of your cheek a little harder.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, his gaze soft when you meet it. “Who was it that kicked the asses of a nest of five vampires?”

“Dean.”

“Who was it?”

You exhale a huff. “It was a lucky break, De. I was running off of adrenaline that night and the desire to not have some vampire fangs in my neck. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t and couldn’t have done the same thing. It wasn’t anything special.”

“To you,” he says, and it’s then that you heave another heavy sigh, that you shrug away from him and cross your arms while you stare ahead.

He always does that, always, that thing where he refuses to believe you’re as bad as you make yourself out to be. He never has and he never will and it’s something you’d have to learn to accept.

Your stubbornness simmers in the pit of your stomach as you sit there, and he lets you have your space even if it’s a mere foot away from him on the motel bed. He doesn’t care that you might be annoyed with him, you really weren’t, but even if you were he’d still stay put, still wait for you with all the patience in the world. You can sit there and frown all you want, can roll your eyes, furrow your brows, but he won’t budge.

You sat like that for a minute or two, let yourself be frustrated until that feeling kicked in, till that realization set in that Dean Winchester was as stubborn as they come and nothing can change that.

It took those couple minutes for you to move over, to tuck yourself back into his side with a hint of a frown and he pulled you all the more closer, tangled his legs with yours.

“Just tired,” you murmur, barely above a whisper. You were tired and stressed—back to back hunts had a habit of letting that stack up more and more until it becomes too much. “I like hunting, like being able to help people the best way we know how. I mean, we kill supernatural freaking monsters for a living that most people tell stories about to scare their friends and family.”

He chuckles quietly, and you feel his stubble brush against your jaw.

“But being the hero for people against things that people don’t even believe exist is a lot sometimes. Especially when you’re tripping over your own two feet and can’t even reload a rifle worth a damn.”

“You get clumsy when you’re stressed, don’t know if you knew that. You always have been, even back when our biggest arguments were who’d get the candy bar I stole from the supermarket down the road from Bobby’s,” he says, a soft smile on his lips. “You always become the clumsiest person I’ve ever met when you’re stressed. That ain’t gonna change and that’s okay. You might not think I notice these things about you but I do.”

You sigh softly, feeling the way your lip wobbled and quivered under the weight of the emotions that’d been pent up for a good long while. You nestled yourself deeper against his chest, tucking against him some more as you glanced up at him briefly. But just simply looking at him makes things a little less heavy, maybe even a lot.

You smile, and even though it’s softly as ever he knows that smile anywhere. Knows you’re up to no good.

“Like that time you got spooked by a deer in the woods and spilled half the things in your duffel bag?”

There it is. Teary eyes and all and you’re still giving him a hard time.

“Thought we agreed to never bring that up, sweetheart,” he says, dragging his hand down his face but you saw the corner of his mouth quirk upwards.

“Too good not to, Winchester,” you say, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment.

He was quiet for a little while save for his chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead, one more for good measure as he watches the tv despite his mind having been on you. You’re not nearly as tense as you had been, not very tense at all as you hug around his waist and let your cheek press against his shoulder.

You felt his fingers tap against your arm, absentminded but you swore you could pick up a beat from a Zeppelin song here and there. You wouldn’t put it past him with the way he’s been humming the same song the whole trip back to the motel.

You were tired, that lack of sleep over the last few days having crept up on you real fast that night. You were tired and he knew that, knew it by the way you tucked yourself in closer and closer, and perhaps the most telling thing is the way you’ve yawned one too many times in the last five minutes, pushing ten.

“What do you say we take a little break from hunting? Couple weeks,” he murmurs, soft as he kisses your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter.

You lift your head and kiss his cheek, his nose brushing against yours when he turns his head and kisses you softly. It lingers, sweet as ever as his hand settles on your cheek for a brief moment as he kisses you once, twice more.

Your head drops to rest in the crook of his neck as it was before, a simple kiss pressed to his skin before you make yourself comfortable. He turns the volume down on the tv, not quite ready for bed but he knows you are. He pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and tugs you closer, doesn’t care that your feet are cold either.

You were still stressed, still got that feeling in your chest. Your mind still had a flurry of thoughts swirling around up there but it was okay. Everything was a whole lot more bearable in that moment, a whole lot lighter than before and it was every bit thanks to green eyes that you’re snuggled up with. He might not be the best with his words sometimes, according to himself he’s absolutely horrible with them. But to you he’s not so bad.

He’s got a way of making things better, of making everything better when it feels like it’s falling apart. Even with just that smile of his, that will always be enough.

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dustofthedailylife · 3 years ago

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WOAAAAAHHH THAT WAS AMAZING THE AMOUNT OF CREATIVITY YOU HAVE ASHDHAHDHAH I AM FANGIRLING SO BAD TO YOU RN

Well, you may be already figured out but I am a huge kaeya lover, so I enjoyed that part the most, BUT childe part was also so exiting and diluc was so heartwarming AAAAAAAA <3

So my favorite parts -excluding the kiss part cuz ofc they are my favorites-

Diluc: Where he has buys a painting just to see the reader SO CUTEE and and where reader confessed him that he's cold and then diluc thanked them AAAAAHHGGG MT HEART~

I'm gonna leave kaeya to the last part cuz there'll be a whole paragraph for him hehe

Childe: The fact that childe already broke into reader's house and waits for them LMAOOO I was a bit shocked when I read that he's bleeding tbh, I wasn't really expecting that AND AND I might have cursed to the other harbingers for leaving childe alone a bit but that's a secret shh

and now kayea my beloved gosh I love him so much he is so perfect how can someone be that perfect pls this should be illegal my heart can't take that perfection if only he was real and my bf

Kaeya: Now, where to start? At first when kaeya came to the screen I thought "Ah probably he will come to save the reader when they are about to freeze" BUT THEN HE SUDDENLY JOINED THE TRIP AHHH And when he looked at the reader when they are sitting next to fire with so much love IM SO JEALOUS RN I WISH IT WAS ME (well, technically its me but yk) AND THEN the part where he wanted to scream that reader is perfect GAAAAAHHH I WANT TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS

That's all I guess! Can't wait for the part 3!!!!!! And are you taking requests rn? Can I request something if you're not busy? BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU'RE BUSY I WROTE DOWN THE IDEA NO RUSH I SRSLY DONT WANT TO STRESS YOU

Stay safe luv<3 Have a good day/night and don't forget to eat and drink something! Ofc don't overwork yourself!!! We love youuu 💜 Seriously tho, I consider myself a fan of yours *fangirl noises everytime you post something*

[yes it was an arctic monkeys reference ilysm *more fangirl noises*]

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⛄ nonnie!!

I gotta admit something... I've read your ask first thing this morning when I woke up and then I read it ten more times because let me tell you, THE SEROTONIN BOOST THIS GAVE ME OMG 😭❤️

The fact someone calls themselves my fan... I cannot process it. How to emotion? It seems so unbelievable to me like I'm literally sobbing!!!

I'm so glad you like the kissing parts, I put all of my brain juice into those so I'm glad to hear it paid off!

The way you took your time to write something for every part as well, I don't have the words to describe how much I love and appreciate you for doing that ;_;

I do sometimes wish we could make them real, like no joke 😂 (Ayato pls, I'll bring you Boba everyday just... become real pls)

Also, I do still take requests, however it might take a while to get to them because I'm busy, but nothing has really changed there, that's just my life, hehe (*cries in university student*). But feel free to drop the idea, I'm curious 🧐

I hope you have the most amazing day and take care 🥰

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becauseplot · 10 months ago

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:D !!!

"He's learning it's fun." <-as a fan who has to watch the series that is a TERRIFYING way of thinking about it. Btw. But yes I can vouch for the fact that it is very very fun to hurt/kill characters sometimes. The whump subgenre of fanfic exists for a reason (man you have no idea the kind of shit I wanna do to Dagger ehehehehe). Killing off people's character is definitely scary tho. I was actually a little worried about how the players would react but they seemed to take it in good fun so! No hard feelings! Calango getting up and punching his chair just about sums up the overall feeling, yeah.

Yeah Liz had more control in that situation, she took a risk and yes she paid for it, but she had agency. Arthur was entirely helpless. He was scared and tried to fight and immediately got killed for it. "Humanly horrifying" is the perfect way to describe it, I think. Like, getting consumed by a flesh monster (Daniel) and being eaten alive by head-sized spiders (Christopher) are horrific ways to die, but being beaten to death by your "father" is uh. Eyeah. A very personal, real kind of horror that we don't actually see too often in this series. I suppose that's why it's so impactful and won't stop rotating in my brain.

Joui and Arthur should Not be okay lmfao. But, suspension of disbelief. We're here for the mysteries and horrors and combat and worldbuilding and the relationships between the characters, not necessarily the medical realism.

Ohhhhh I didn't even pick up on the fact that this was done so that Rakin wouldn't be left out of too much Plot/Lore stuff. This is one hell of a "filler" episode, I'll give it that.

Yeah the,,,, magic disability cure. I avoided commenting on it bc I don't have a disability nor do I believe myself to be educated/experienced enough on it to form an opinion in that respect, but I can definitely comment on the loss of character building and themes and symbolism and all that. (I certainly skated around explicitly using the word fhjdks.) And yeah, trust me, when Thiago got his hearing healed, my first thought was---well all of what I said earlier, but then my second thought was "ohhhh this town is fucked fucked, isn't it?" Like that is way too good to be true. I wouldn't touch this place with a 12 foot pole no sir.

(Idk if you saw it but I made a post after I watched ep 9 kinda talking about it more. I've already covered a lot of what I said there but the post does indeed exist. I was trying to be more optimistic and /silly than critical and /neg while writing it, so for that reason some of my points are a little muddled and I tend to mince my words. However, it more or less goes over my first impressions.)

LMAOOO CELLBIT IS STRAIGHT UP SLAUGHTERING THE "COSMIC" RULES OF THEIR WORLD SO HE CAN SUBJECT THEM TO MORE HORRORS LATER. GOOD TO KNOW. No but that's actually so interesting. I'm actually kind of glad that I'm mostly unaware of the mechanics he's butchering because I feel like if I did know, I might be tearing my hair out all the time lmfao. What you've told me about the original system is really fascinating tho!! Clearly whatever rulebook he's using is just a base for his RPG, and it shows in how busted the healing is in this series. Taking a wildly uneducated guess here, but I'm assuming that the story would be incredibly different if he stuck more precisely to the rulebooks. To be fair, the fights are very fun. Love watching them shoot the horrors they should do it more often(<-have nearly died in combat 547839 times now.)

Understandable!! Life is Life-ing, good luck out there o7. Also oh god spoiler landmine. And yeah, ao3 tagging 0(-( Also it reminds me of when all Minecraft and Minecarft SMP and MCYT fics were alllllll stuck under the fandom tag "Minecraft" on ao3. I think some of my older DSMP fics are still tagged simply "Minecraft" for that reason. We're spoiled nowadays with our "QSMP | Quackity SMP" and "Hermitcraft SMP" I tell you. Also that's so fucking funny to me: "Oh wow I sure do love osnf I'm gonna go on youtube to see if there's any animatics or analysis videos in English oh what's this 'All Ordem Paranormal Deaths Ranked' whOAH WAIT NO---" ((IN THE THUMBNAIL?? BROOO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, THAT'S FOUL LMAO))

(I think I read the nonsense fluff for ep 8? The one about Arthur and Ceasar cooking? If it's not that it's probably in my "to read" tag or I'll go grab it from your blog/ao3. I'll go check rn. Thanks for the food and gl with doing things this week!! <3)

finished ep 10 of osnf (long post under the cut oh lord)

crying sobbing kicking over chairs screaming CELLBIT IS AN EVIL EVIL MAN WHY WOULD HE DO THAT. FOR WHAT REASON. POR CUAL RAZÓN. LO ODIO. <-said with the utmost adoration and respect of a writer but the fury of a fan who just had to endure all of that my hearttttt 0(-(

god fuck i have thoughts and feelings regarding episode 10 of osnf. obviously. i don't even know how to start.

okay. first of all the way that he was able to orchestrate the like 57839 different POVs of the nightmare happening at the same time was actually pretty smooth, all things considered. being able to forcibly mute/deafen the others is a good thing to be able to do yesyes.

second, im losing my mind over how he hides the fact that "it's all a dream" WITHIN the "it's all a dream" trope by having the creatures be manifestations of dreams/guilt in "reality" themselves. idk if i'm making any sense, but like, you get it, right? like, it's the fact that we thought we had already discovered the dream-based deceit in the segment because of what the "Hotelier" told Joui at the start of it, but it turns out that THAT was a red-herring of sorts for the TRUE dream-based deceit, that EVERYTHING was a dream, not just the creatures. god there are fucking layers to this im foaming at the mouth that's soooo good.

i guess that's what makes the "it's all a dream"-style trope present here feel less cliche. because, you know, it is a trope, and it's not really a trope that i'm fond of, but because there's actually more going on, it feels less cheap. what certainly helps is that the fact that it's roleplay, so the reactions from the characters are so much more raw, and there are some irl stakes (character dead = out of the series = can't play anymore). that definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat.

edit: something i forgot to mention—what i dislike abt the “it’s all a dream” trope the most is that it is very easily something that can be so, so cheap. all angst, no stakes or consequences, no lasting impact on the plot on the characters. however, not only is there a “physical” impact via several characters losing SHITLOADS of sanity (something not easily recovered) but we get to see a little more into the psyche of the characters. which i suppose is often the point of the “it’s all a dream” segments, but this dream—one with a lot of references to past major character death and itself contains major character death—rings especially true for the themes of the series: the world they live in is dangerous, and the work they do is lethal. people have and will die. and they do and will feel guilty, reguardless if they are at fault. it’s not a horrifying death dream just for the sake of being a death dream, it feels grounded in their reality, and i love that.

third, man he did not hold back. when Arthur was being beaten to a pulp by not!Brúlio, i was actually in shock, i was screaming. plus, i think the fact that Cellbit rolled a 001 when not!Brúlio attacked actually helped to hide the fact that this was a dream. it made it look like it was bad luck rather than the segment was designed to kill the characters (well, at least until he revealed that the damage was 1d4+1d6, but i'll get to that later).

gosh the narration of how not!Brúlio killed Arthur. holy shit. i don't. i don't even have words, that is DEVASTATING. that is probably one of the worst ways for a person to go. i know it's a dream but if i were Arthur i would be emotionally fucked up beyond belief. beaten to a bloody pulp by the father who once loved you so much, screaming at you for abandoning him and that it's your fault he died a horrible death. and then he drops your body on the ground like you're nothing but a pile of useless meat. god. damn.

and then Liz. ohhhh Liz. i just. i was devastated. her whole struggle with Alex, the man she treated so horribly. yes it's true the real Alex never would have said these things to you, but how do you know he wasn't thinking it? that he didn't want to? that what not!Alex says doesn't hold some truth? christttt. and of course the way she dies: in complete agony. and did she forgive herself? because, unlike with not!Brúlio, the creature turned into that weird wispy black thing just as she died, and i would assume that means she forgave herself (if those rules even apply considering this was all a result of the parasite's deceit (holy hell my brain is melting i am the man with the hand on the conspiracy board)).

fourth: the 1d4+1d6 thing! when he read that out, i was stunned. that is a LOT of damage considering all of the characters have ~10 HP. with an extreme roll, that's basically an insta-kill, or it's easily a two-hit-kill. i thought Arthur was unlucky, but when Liz also went down, i was---well, devastated, at first, because that's Liz, she's my absolute favorite and i love her, but i started going through all five stages of grief at once, and at some point i arrived at "no that can't be right" because Cellbit is a good writer. and to deliberately construct a scenario where it would be VERY hard for a character to survive while still in the middle of the story? yeah. and yknow the fact that there's still 6 other episodes fhdsjk. (then again the series continues regardless if a character dies and i haven't looked at other episodes' thumbnails or anything like that for this exact reason. so. i was going in as blind as i could reasonably be.)

in any case, realizing and connecting all of this and then hearing the "Hotelier" start yelling at Joui right after Liz died explicitly blaming him for it sealed it for me: this is a trick of some sort. this is a dream sequence of some sort. these aren't real deaths. (a smaller part of me was still scared that they were real because i know that Cellbit does not shy away from killing off his players' characters, if op and opq are anything to go by. but i digress.)

and then the characters turned to black goo. and i just about threw my computer. rip Luba who got absolutely targeted by the GM lmfao.

anyway uhhh that's about it regarding the dream sequence! loving luzidius!joui and how he just keeps switching back and forth. ((and it further supports my little side-theory that the mysterious blond woman last seen with Team Kelvin was a luzidious we win these.)) i was surprised to see Liz thinking it was so cool when she's been so suspicious of everything in Santo Berco since she got here, but i think she could definitely be using it as a distraction from what she just went through, and honestly she's just happy to see Joui is okay. (the way she gave on up words and just hugged him, the way she held his face in her hands, the way she dragged him down the hall to show Thiago and Thiago was just telling her to fuck off (/aff) because he was getting dressed, my heartttt i love these three, mentor-mentee dynamics my fucking beloved)

also new outfits! sweet! istg the new outfits are so Cellbit's way of apologizing for putting his friends through that. "hey sorry i killed your character in the most emotionally devastating way possible it will happen again wOAH LOOK AT THESE NEW CLOTHES AREN'T THEY SO COOL YOU SHOULD TRY THEM ON!!!"

i've been having mixed feelings about the sudden setting/genre change since the group arrived in Santo Berco. i really, really loved the urban horror-fantasy vibe that they had going on in op and the first 8 eps of osnf, but evidently, this is good as well. the genre is most definitely still horror yippee. i definitely miss the urban-modern setting, but i think i can get adjusted to this. (i'm just,,, not the biggest fan of the auto-heal crystals im sorry i had to say it they feel too op i know their use is limited to visiting the doctor but knowing they exist lowers the in-world stakes for me im sorry---)

anyway, ep 10! you beautiful monster! i have been typing for an hour! i need to go eat food! k bye!

#curlyosnf

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊?

(i'm sorry, this title is really freaking dumb, but i dunno what to call it lmaooo ANYWAY)

Colin x GN!Reader (ik you asked for fem!reader, i hope this is okay!!)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of death/murder, cops

Word Count: 800

A/N: Also, I apparently wasn't thinking and somehow deleted th ur for this request?? I'm so sorry! I hope you find and like it, though🥺

request: Hey you! I wonder if you could please write a fluffy Colin Zabel x femReader where the reader doesn't drink coffee, she prefers tea, but everyone else always forgets about that, but Colin notices and starts bringing her tea just how she likes it? Please and thank you! 💙

Not even 9:00am, and it’s already one of those mornings.

Ever since the Katie Bailey case began a year ago, there are days you have to remind yourself to breathe. And since the death of Erin McMenamin a few weeks ago, that feeling seems to have increased tenfold. You’d been assigned to take over for Mare for the duration of her leave, and while you’re honored to have the opportunity to help, it’d be a lie to say you aren’t feeling the stress and exhaustion.

You’re so exhausted, in fact, that this morning, you’d left your usual mug of tea, sitting to cool on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck,” you groan quietly, feeling headache coming on as you pull your car into its usual spot at the station. Shutting the engine off, you bring a hand to your temple, running your thumb across it in small circles, hoping the pressure will help alleviate some of the pain. No help. With a sigh, you grab your things, trudging out of the car and into the misty morning air. You know you’ve got a bottle of ibuprofen tucked away in your desk, though it looks like you’ll, unfortunately, have to make do with coffee this morning. Ugh. Certainly not your first choice, but at this point, you’re willing to do what you must in ORDR to dull the throbbing in your head.

You’re busy shaking some rain from your jacket as you make your way toward your office when someone calls your name from behind. Your stomach flip-flops at the sound of the familiar voice.

“Oh. Hey, Zabel,” you GRT, offering a small smile. “Mornin’.”

“Good, morning,” The smile on his own face has your heart rate increasing slightly. Since he’d arrived, but especially since you’ve been brought onto the case, you’ve found yourself growing a little crush on your fellow detective. Honestly, how could you not? Pair his kindness and enthusiasm with that beautiful, shy smile; you never stood a chance. “How’re you?” You almost don’t hear his question; the throbbing in your head has suddenly become a little preoccupying.

“Oh, uh, I’m fine.” You move closer to the wall as two other officers brush past you. “How’re you?”

“That’s good. And I'm good” He nods, following you into your office; as you sit down, he gestures to one of two cardboard cups he’s got balanced in an arm before setting his briefcase down and carefully placing the drink on your desk.

“I brought you something.” A smile spreads across your face as you glance up at him in surprise.

“Oh, wow, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“But I did.” You notice a light blush beginning to grow on his cheeks and feel heat rising in your own. He quickly pulls something from the front pocket of his case. “One sugar?”

“Um, yeah. Thank you.” You take the pink packet from him gratefully “This is actually really nice. I completely forgot mine at home.” You roll your eyes, lifting the lid on your drink, and when you do, you’re taken aback. “This… this is tea.”

“Earl Grey, right?” His smile slips slightly when you don’t answer right away. “Did I get it wrong?”

“No, no, this is right,” you reassure, tearing the packet open and meeting his eyes again. “I guess I just didn’t realize you knew that.”

“Being observant’s in the job description” he jokes.

“Yeah, I guess so" You laugh, tipping the sugar into the steaming cup. “Nobody’s ever paid that much attention, I guess, y’know?

“Well, they should.” You’re unsure you hear his reply, but the nervous lip bite sent your way tells you that you aren’t just hearing things. “Hey, so, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What’s up?” You take a sip from your cup, hoping to mask any nervousness that might appear on your face, and let out a small breath of relief when the hot liquid helps calm you almost immediately. Colin smiles down at you, letting out a quiet chuckle before continuing.

“I was just wondering if maybe you’d wanna go with me to-“

“Zabel, Y/N! Get in here, we might have something!” The voice of the chief booms through the small building, and suddenly you and Colin are both on high alert.

“Shit.” You grab the tea from your desk as you head for the door, Colin not far behind.

“Hey,” he mutters in your ear as the two of you make your way swiftly down the hall. “Later?” The mix of nerves and hope in his tone has butterflies erupting in your stomach; could he possibly have asking what you think he was asking?

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Later.” Your stomach twists in nervous anticipation, and you let out a deep, calming breath before entering the chief’s office.

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