#i skipped day 4 because i needed a break lmao

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Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 6

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a (!) player. That’s it, that’s the plot. Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, you get your very own samantha from her (2013) lol, time skips as a plot device!, this has an arc i promise, if anybody here plays disco elysium you’ll find that i took concepts of “the pale” as inspo at some points in this chapter lmao A/N: Oof this one’s a little longer than any of the previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 (and just a heads up, this might be the last chapter I post before I kick it off for the holidays. advance happy holidays! if you guys celebrate that sort of thing.) 

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There’s a quiet stillness brought by the morning after that makes the problems of a heavier night seem like a fairly distant memory. 

For at least a few minutes past the moment you blink away the stubborn grit in your eyes—you don’t remember the last time you’ve been this well-rested in ages—you lie, listless, on the soft powder-blue bedding of your twin-size mattress, watching specks of dander and dust drift from the amber sunlight that filters through the cracked panes of the casement window. 

It floats aimlessly; unhurried. Much like you.

The echo of last night’s events return to you in sporadic flashes—fragmented and unsteady. The whispered exchanges, the playful banter between you and your unlikely conversation partner play back in your mind, like some half-finished supercut. 

And the more you recall, the more awake you feel, chipping away the last traces of daytime lethargy weighing you down. 

“So, what happens now?”

The sound of a car backfiring breaks through from the outside, like a starting pistol signalling the beginning of another day. A familiar, heavy weight presses against your side, and you thread your fingers through the scraggly fur of the purring feline who’s taken the empty space on your left, just above the covers. 

You breathe in deeply, closing your eyes. 

“I wish I had an answer—I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

You realize how many questions still linger, a lot more left unanswered. Far more than what you were able to glean, at least. From what little you’ve learned, an entirely new moral dilemma emerges—one you never imagined you'd have to contend with. 

There’s a lot of things you’ve never expected to happen. Yet here you are. 

“Seems we’re at an impasse.” 

It’s an odd thing in itself. You keep waiting for the disbelief to catch up, for a shred of sanity to surface and make you reject the situation you’ve found yourself entangled in. You should be feeling the same, pesky feelings that pulled you sharply out of your flight of fancy last night; a sense of trepidation for what lies ahead in this tenuous game of two. 

But instead, you’re here. Now fully awake, and already looking forward to the day with wary acceptance. Looking forward to resuming where you’ve left off with that charming anomaly who’s upended your world, and left you suspended in an exhilarating limbo of uncertainty and excitement.

“...Indeed.”

You crave it—like the first stirrings of a neophyte druggie teetering on the edge of an irreversible habit. 

You need another hit. 

“Why the long face, little dove?”

Because if desire could manifest into being, it would’ve been Sylus. 

“We can figure this out together, can’t we?” 

You pick up your phone. 

––––

“You’re here? Make yourself at home.” 

You look at him, deadpan. He looks back at you serenely. 

Your voice takes on a dry monotone when you respond, “Keep talking like that, I’m about to cum.” 

There’s a shocked silence; then––

Sylus barks out a surprised laugh, immediately breaking character. 

You snort. “Good morning to you too, I guess.” 

He meets your gaze with a look of scandalized amusement, his smile wide enough to flash teeth. 

"Good morning, indeed."

––––

You two fall into a natural rhythm even before the day comes to a close. Perceptive as he is, Sylus hasn’t let you linger in the unease left over from last night any longer than necessary—which to say, should be left buried and forgotten, past its provenance. 

“So you could, like–hypothetically, top up my ascension materials… indefinitely?” There’s a manic shine to your eyes when you confront him back at the home screen, gleeful and triumphant after you boost almost all the 5-star cards you have of him up to max level. “Like an infinite glitch?” 

He’s content to just simply listen to your excited chatter from his languid perch on the seat, one palm resting against the side of his face as he watches you—half-lidded and relaxed. Utterly entertained by your antics.

The slight twitching of his mouth, the subtle tilt of his head… each minute shift in his expression makes a whole world of difference from the version you’ve known him longest—almost a lifetime ago. 

Now he acts so human, so alive, that it’s almost unreal. 

(It’s almost imperceptible, but you swear the air also feels different; like the pixelated space around him is bending, stretching, to accommodate this newer him.) 

“Sure,” he shrugs, lips quirking up into a half-smile as he notices the deep crease forming between your brows. 

He knows the question you’re about to ask—curious thing that you are.

“How, though? Like, what are ‘materials’ to you?” You make air quotes with your fingers, making you appear all the more endearing to him look at, in your process to make sense of a world that’s unfamiliar to you.

“Think of it as upgrades,” Sylus explains patiently. “You place the order to modify the equipment I use, in whichever situation calls for it.”

“And Memory Cards?”

“... A video reel, maybe. Or a restricted case file—locked until you’ve got enough to trade for the information you want.”

“And I suppose the dealer in question here is you?”

He arches an eyebrow. “Who else?”

“Huh,” you say, considering. “So, Deepspace Trials. That’s something you do on the daily? Because I… make you?”

“More or less.”

“And you never thought to question that?” 

“Mm, maybe I’ll start charging for my services this time around.”

You roll your eyes, already accepting his analogy for what it is. “Oh, please. With the amount of money I’ve spent on this game, consider yourself paid in full.” 

––––

You were right about your earlier prediction—this new Sylus in combat mode is something else. 

For starters, he’s a lot chattier.

“Ouch, kitten– don’t charge in like that.”

“Why are you using a sword? Don’t you like the guns I’ve given you specifically for this?” 

“What are you waiting for? Make her resonate with me now.” 

And, instead of sticking to his lines and responding to whatever the MC’s programmed to say during battle, he focuses on whatever you’re fussing over—no matter how… moronic it is.

“Ah, fuck! I hate that spinning thing!” 

“Move, then. Let me handle it.” 

“Block it, block it!”

“I would, if you weren’t halfway across the field. Stick closer to your partner next time, yeah?” 

He doesn’t say any of his usual lines. Nothing from his scripted prompts. When all Wanderers are defeated, there’s no post-battle banter between him and the MC. 

“Goddamn, you’re strong!” You whoop giddily, completely energized by straight winning almost twelve Orbit trials in a row. I guess that’s what a fully awakened Solar pair gets you, huh? 

Sylus lets out a chuckle, infected by your enthusiasm. He doesn’t sound the least bit winded, despite all the damned fighting you’ve put him through.

“We make a good team,” he allows. And because he likes the little nose scrunch you do when you’re annoyed— “Although your dodging really needs more practice, sweetie.” 

Before you could think of a comeback, the pop-up window for the next stage comes up. Ass.

––––

Come Monday morning and you’re once again swamped with work. 

You barely have enough time to scrounge something up for lunch—if it weren’t for the persistent reminders from Sylus, chiming in every five minutes once the digital clock on your phone had hit eleven-thirty, you’d probably skip eating altogether.

And make something else than just boiling a pot of instant ramen, sweetheart. You’re on track for an early grave at this rate. 

“I could… add an egg?” You suggest, unsure. “Maybe cut up some tofu, make it gourmet?”  

He doesn’t even dignify the egg suggestion with a response. Tofu’s a good start. Now, what else do you have in your pantry that has nutritional value? 

“I despise that,” you mutter, but start rifling through the cupboards anyway. 

After amassing enough ingredients—or what looks more like a sad pile—that might, with some effort, turn into something healthier than your usual go-to fix, you start Googling recipes online.

‘tofu easy lunch recipe’

‘10 mins tofu recipes’   

‘begginer recipe using tofu frozen dory mixed veg—’ Ping!

… Really, kitten? 

You don’t even have to see him to know he’s giving you that look, the one that’s practically dripping with judgment over your dubious life choices. 

(You know it all too well. Personally, in fact. You see it on some relatives' faces at the family get-togethers you’re always required to attend.) 

Great. Heat creeps up your face as you mumble defensively, “Stop. Not everyone’s a culinary genius, okay?”

After that, he lets you be – something you’re thankful for, really. He’s being too distracting anyway. 

Swallowing down the–stubborn and suffocating–embarrassment that's now stuck in your throat, you keep scrolling through Tasty dot co, praying you can whip up something edible with what (little) you have. You’re fully aware that you’re a grown-ass woman who can’t manage a basic life skill and that you’re probably about to burn down your kitchen—

Another notification pops up.

Pull up your tabs, sweetie. I think you’ll find something there that we could put together easily.

Confused, you do as he says. Sure enough, four tofu-related recipes are neatly grouped together in your Chrome browser, ready to be tried and tested.  

Your eyes widen. “Wait—you did this? How?”

He doesn’t answer your question. He does, however, offer: Want me to coach you through it? Cooking’s more fun done with a partner, I’d say. 

-

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In the end, you manage to make something that tasted way better than you thought you could do by yourself. You have him to thank for that.

“You happy with it?” Sylus asks, grinning at the satisfied look on your face.

“Mhm!” you hum around a mouthful of food. “Fanks, Sy.”

“Anytime, darling.”

––––

“Do you really have to call me ‘kitten’? You sound like a Discord mod.” 

Sylus has no idea what a Discord mod is, but judging by the contempt in your voice, it’s clear that you’re not giving him a compliment.

"What do you prefer, then? Princess? Poppet? Sweet thing?" He pauses, tilting his head. "Baby?"

You blush and look away. "... Ugh, whatever. Kitten's fine."

––––

Your routine with Sylus settles into a seamless, effortless flow as the days go by; it’s almost second nature, talking to him. So much so that you’d think nothing could faze you anymore.

Well. Almost nothing. 

A message bubble from an unknown number appears on your lock screen: Hi, sweetheart. X

You almost ignore it—brushing it off as some dumb prank from a bored rando—when, not even five seconds later, another text pops up. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Its Sylus.

… Huh? 

“Is someone fucking with me right now, or…” 

+0063-XXXXXX: Nobodys ‘fucking with you,’ kitten. 

Then–

+0063-XXXXXX: Send a reply so I can see how it shows up on my end.

Your jaw drops. “Holy shit—you can text?? How are you doing that?” and, “Did you just cuss...?” 

+0063-XXXXXX: 👍

+0063-XXXXXX: And Ill let you know if you text me the question 🙄

So you do. You tack on a now spill?? at the end for good measure. 

You watch the “typing…” bubble appear, holding your breath.

+0063-XXXXXX: Its a complex mix of technical code and harnessing the energy from a dormant protofield Ive discovered, just south of Vagrants Land.  

+0063-XXXXXX: The energy I got from it felt different somehow from your normal protofield. I figured I could put it to good use. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Oddly enough, theres an… indescribable effect to oneself when youre nearing the centre of disturbance, shall we say. 

+0063-XXXXXX: I can only decrypt the waveforms by the rarefield border surrounding the AoR. Any further and Im afraid the adverse effects may do more harm than good.

+0063-XXXXXX: But if amplified, it seems responsive to the filament of what connects your signal from deep space to this planet.

+0063-XXXXXX: Who knew it could act as a transmitter to send you something as rudimentary as a telegraph? 

… Sometimes you forget how smart Sylus really is. 

You: that’s pretty amazing ?? wtf sylus  

+0063-XXXXXX: I get by OK. 

You could practically feel his smugness radiating from those four words. You scoff, shaking your head in a mix of awe and begrudging admiration.

He sends two more messages. 

+0063-XXXXXX: Im just glad we can communicate through other means, sweetie. 

Sy-Sy (??): Now save my number. Sy Sy will suffice 😉

––––

Since your latest discovery that Sylus can now text (!!), you’ve been talking to him outside the game non-stop. It’s like talking to a very active friend who never leaves you on read, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. 

You: so no one else in ur universe knows anything abt ur situation?

You: no one else acting funny or sumn ? >.>

Sy-Sy (??): None that I know of, no. I prefer to keep it under wraps. 

Sy-Sy (??): Now that you mention it, Mephisto has been acting quite suspicious lately. 

You: ?? suspicious-suspicious or just reg suspicious??

Sy-Sy (??): Hes with his other crow friends now. They might be attempting a murder. 

You: ………. is that…. supposed 2 be a joke……….

Sy-Sy (??): Im running on 3 hours of sleep, give me a break.   

Sy-Sy (??): Also your textspeak is horrendous, sweetie. 

"Um, hello—?" 

Your gaze snaps back to the–very real, very present–person sitting across from you at the table, sporting box-dyed blue hair and a frown. You're at the Annex House; a sleek, new-age Japandi-style bar downtown, just an easy five stations away from your place. You both decided to try it for their infamous Rotten Apple cocktail and, of course, your weekly catch-up.

Khol, your friend of eight years since college, is currently giving you a mildly annoyed look.

Oops. 

They point at you accusingly while complaining, "Ugh, we don’t use our phones when we’re hanging out! That’s the rule!"

You smile at them, sheepish, pocketing your phone as discreetly as you could. “I know, I know. Sorry.” 

Then, puffing out your cheeks, you meekly ask, “You were talking about Anna...?”

They roll their eyes but go over the gossip a second time, much to your benefit. Phew.

Your phone vibrates. Twice. 

…

You sneak a quick, final peek.

Sy-Sy (??): Enjoy your night out, darling ❤️ 

Sy-Sy (??): You let me know when youre back home, OK? 

Biting back a grin, you send out one last text in reply. 

You: will do !:9 

Sy-Sy (??): Good girl. 

––––

"Um–so this is my cat, Maru," you say by way of introduction, holding the plump, orange tabby in front of your phone that’s propped up against a carton of Koko Krunch. There’s a slight struggle in lifting his left paw between your fingers to wave at the man on the other side of the screen. "Say hi, Maru."

“Hello, Maru,” Sylus greets amicably in return, watching the both of you with clear amusement in his eyes. “Care to tell me the origin of this proud beast?” 

You recount the story where you’ve first seen Maru five years ago, nothing more than a scraggly little runt at the time, hiding in the gap between a dumpster and the interstice of a cragged wall. You were walking home from a night out drinking with your uni buddies, when you heard the incessant meowing. 

It drew you in like a siren’s call. If the siren in question had the vocal prowess of a warbling whale on the brink of death.

Upon closer inspection, the grimy fluffball revealed a stubby, crooked tail and wide, beady eyes. In your alcohol-fueled haze, you briefly wondered if you were staring at a tiny ginger rat.

“Well, it’s definitely all cat,” your friend Bee declared by noon the following day, calmly retracting a scratched and bloodied hand from the disgruntled feline, which promptly hissed and darted right back under the bed.

You hummed in agreement, passing her a wad of tissue. 

"I couldn’t decide between Nospurratu and Catpin Meow," you say matter-of-factly, giving your capricious son a scritch under his chin. "Bee suggested I stick to something simpler, like Maru. Hence the name."

Your explanation is punctuated by an offended nip on your pointer finger. 

Sylus is covering his mouth, but nods solemnly. “I think Maru is a nice name.” 

There’s a moment where the two seem locked in a silent standoff, neither breaking eye contact nor making any sort of outward reaction. Just as you’re about to step in and interrupt the bizarre staring contest, Maru gives a slow, deliberate blink.

Sylus takes it as a sign of victory—or perhaps a ceremonial seal of approval.

 With a faint smirk on his lips, he offers the cat a small bow in respect.

––––

You’ve practically emptied the entire arcade of plushies—enough to put it out of business if it were actually, you know, real—and you’re bored to tears. 

“Another round of Kitty Cards, perhaps?” Sylus suggests, but a single glance at your face is enough to let him know that you’d rather gnaw off your own hand. Or his. He might just let you.

Sighing dramatically, you complain about the limited playability of the “mini-games” in-game.

“There’s literally nothing else to do. Same old shit, over and over again.” There’s a pout on your face that Sylus wants to nibble on, not that you’re aware of the forming thoughts in his head. “No new banners. I’m stuck between Kitty Cards and the claw machines... I’m bored, Syyyyy,” you whine, stretching the last syllable for effect.  

To be fair, he has tried to make it a bit more challenging for you. He stopped fucking around during Kitty Cards—no more extra two cards in exchange for one of yours, no longer placing different colored kitties deliberately in the wrong cups. 

After six straight losses, your frustration is palpable. The fun is gone.

He makes audible commentaries during each of your six tries at the claw machine. Every time you manage to snag a plushie, he praises you for a job well done (It flusters you—not that he needs to know that). When your luck runs out and you grab onto nothing but air, he wryly points it out through some slight ribbing, but nothing that’s actually hurtful (This flusters you too—again, not that he needs to know any of this).   

There’s nothing else to do. It’s like you’ve exhausted all you could in this small, curated window of his that you’re privy to. If only there’s a way to leave the mini-games behind, to do something new, perhaps outside of what the game has to offer…

Oh, wait. 

“Hey, Sy,” you call the man to attention. “Wanna try something out?” 

-

-

You beat him at Words with Friends by a small margin.

“Ha! That’s thirty-nine points, buddy.” You crow proudly, after putting down Devotees in a straight column.

He eviscerates you at Zynga Poker. 

“... How are you so good at this??” 

“Comes with the package, sweetie,” he says with faux-modesty after revealing (yet another!!) full house, winking like he hasn’t just wiped the floor with you.

By the end of it, both of you are in high spirits—except, maybe, for your bruised ego.

––––

“Say my name, say my name… If no one is around you, say baby I love you…”

“It’s nice to know that we have another thing in common, little dove.”

 

It takes you a moment to process what he’s implying. 

You stop singing, affronted. “Wh—how dare you.” 

––––

“Are you having fun?” Sylus asks, his tone droll as he stands there, hands on his hips and a small scowl on his face. You’re too busy spinning him around, thoroughly entertained by the number of outfits and accessories you’ve forced upon your slightly reluctant model in the photoshoot that's currently taking place.

It’s more amusing, knowing that he’s fully-aware of what’s happening. And that you know he’s aware of what’s happening. 

He’s like your personal, sentient Ken doll—if Ken had ashy grey hair, red eyes, and a mercurial attitude.

“I am, actually,” you shoot back, grinning as you plop a tomato stuffie on top of his head. “Look, you two match!” 

He exhales a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

Not that it stops you. Fluffy bunny ears, a fish headband, an uncharacteristic halo—you’re relentless. “Hey, can you try a different pose?”

“That depends on the pose… and how nicely you ask.”

“Dear Sylus,” you sing, jutting your bottom lip forward and fluttering your eyelashes exaggeratedly, “could you please, pretty please, flip the camera off?”

He snorts but obliges, raising his hand to deliver the most effortlessly cool middle finger you’ve ever seen. “Happy?”

Woah. That’s… hot. “Oh! Uh. Yeah. Yeah, that’s—”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your reaction. You giggle nervously. “You look… hot.”

“Mm?” His smirk grows, teasing and predatory. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” you blurt out, but the pinking of your cheeks betrays you. He’s definitely enjoying this now.

“I could be convinced to do another one,” he murmurs, voice pitching a little lower.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to say the first thing that comes to mind. Stop, you whore. 

Your nerves get the best of you. Without thinking, you switch to putting the MC back on screen. 

Sylus blinks, red eyes narrowing as he looks at you, perplexed. 

“Uh,” you shift your gaze between her frozen stance and his idle figure. The sudden silence hangs a little heavy in the air. “Would–would you like to do poses? With her?”

He opens his mouth, an automatic response—but he stops, expression flickering into something unreadable. Confusion? Hesitation? 

His brows knit together, and for a short while, he just studies you, the space between you thick with unspoken questions. 

“Do you want me to?” he asks finally, his voice quieter, almost careful.

No–I don’t want you to— To pose with someone who looks so-–

perfectperfectperfect by your side—I only want to see you—

I want to see you––

Why do I care–?

I don’t care––I care, I care so much–– 

“Why not?” you choke out, the forced cheer in your voice grating even to your own ears. You shrug, nonchalant in all the ways you’re not. “I’ll dress her up real nice, and then—” You slap a pink bow onto his head. “You can try to keep up.” 

He doesn’t move, not paying the offending accessory any attention. His gaze is solely locked onto yours. 

I don’t care. I don’t. 

You take the first shot. 

____

“What’s the song you’re playing?”

You pause mid-mop, cocking your head to the side in slight surprise. 

“Uhh—Pedestal,” you answer unsurely. “By Portishead. You like it?” 

He hums, eyes glinting with interest. “I do. Play the rest.” 

And just like that, you’re introducing Sylus to modern twenty-first century music—and to Spotify.

____

From that point on, Sylus begins using your Spotify account to discover a whole new world of music—quite literally, in his case. Sometimes he steals the control from you, overriding what you’re currently listening to, just to hear the most random track play from your speakers.

In the middle of a mundane afternoon while you're completely locked in at work—hyperpop synths blaring in your ears—you’re suddenly jolted by the sound of heavy mandolins as an honest-to-god Russian military march blasts through your headphones, shattering your focus like a damn rhino in a china shop. 

And so with the level of patience that could put the Virgin Mary to shame, you painstakingly explain to your friend the courtesy of not stealing the proverbial AUX cord from the “driver,” especially when it’s their turn on the radio. 

The two of you reach a compromise, and thus the birth of your “shared” playlist. Sylus reluctantly agrees to explore on his own time—when you’re not using the app. Like when you’re busy with other things. Or when you're asleep. 

-

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You wake up to the first strings of a Muse song. One of your favorites, in fact. 

Sy-Sy (??): Good morning, sweetie. 

Sy-Sy (??): Last night was enlightening. I have you to thank for that.

Sy-Sy (??): Oh, and I hope you could indulge me. I added some songs to our playlist. I think youll like them. We both seem to have a thing for alt-rock.

Sy-Sy (??): Give me time and Im sure Ill acquire a taste for electronic music too. Be patient. 

You huff out a laugh, lazily rolling over as you check your shared playlist. Sure enough, there’s twelve new songs on it.   

You: awe that’s great sy :)) and these songz r rly good !! u got sum of my faves here

You: based on what u like maybe u can try looking up sum david bowie, probz massive attack idk 

You: i’ll add stuff later for u to listen 2!!! <2

You: <3* 

Sy-Sy (??): Alright, sweetheart. Im looking forward to it. 

Sy-Sy (??): ♥️

____

From the outside, the studio is just another unit among endless rows of dull grey—small and unassuming. Tucked away on the sixth floor of a nondescript building, it’s built as unremarkable as the rest.

Through a window stained with a mix of corrosive ochre and burnt sienna, there’s a quiet hum—the presence of something that wasn’t there a week ago. Life has shifted, ever so subtly, from an oppressive achroma to a much warmer vibrancy.  

There’s a faint hint of movement. Inside, the young woman wears an almost-permanent smile, her phone an extension of her hand as she taps away with no semblance of rhyme nor rhythm—only in a continuous staccato. Her eyes are locked on the screen, as if drawn by an invisible force.

It’s elusive; this connection—something beyond. Supranatural. It weaves through the room like whispered secrets shared in the dead of the night, beneath a city blanketed in deep ultramarine. Soft, like a wind brushing through a still everglade. 

The apartment, once steeped in a self-inflicted solitude—one that went by unnoticed for a long period of time—comes alive as an intangible presence fills its nooks and crannies with the steady warmth of companionship. There’s a gentle heat to the space now, like the glow of an invisible hearth. 

The flickering of the string lights, the muted laughter shared with a voice through the tinny speakers of a handheld device, a slight signal interference… all feel like the genesis of an impossible story.

Outside, the evening sky is fading into twilight.

And as one looks out onto the street below from the sixth floor window, it’s almost as if the world outside doesn’t quite matter anymore. 

Inside, the air is full of life, in ways it has never been. 

____

“Come to me, just in a dream

Come on and rescue me

Yes, I know I can be wrong

And maybe you’re too headstrong

Our love is––”

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(if..... for some damn reason..... the tags still don't work i rly don't know what i'm doing wrong T_T i'm posting this from a macbook is that it, is the ghost of steve jobs fucking with me rn)

[itsrlymine]

Hi so I cried over a space heater today.. crazy way to start an anon ask but I just had to tell you. Similar to many other anons, I discovered manifestation in 2020 and 4 years later I never manifested a single thing. I found your account 2 (?) weeks ago. I was hesitant to binge your account bc I was trying to break that habit but your bluntness in how simple this all was kept me reading. I thought about what you said for a couple days and decided to try again after all this time with a list of things but I got really anxious so I stopped. I was so anxious to try bc I worried about the cycle I’ve been in for 4 years.

So anyways randomly on Monday my space heater broke. I was looking online for a higher quality one and they were too expensive for me to buy rn so I almost settled for a cheap one until I thought about your account and the way you worded things. So I said to myself “Why am I looking at space heaters when my mom already bought me the highest quality one on this site?”. That’s how you typically answer anons. Just this matter of fact way of talking. For the next following days I would get cold asf and feel so angry and doubtful but then I kept saying. “It sucks but at least my space heater is on the way” and moved on. Guess what? This morning my mom called me and said “Your space heater is downstairs” my heart literally skipped a beat I was like “Space heater?” And she said “Yeah I bought new ones for the house”.

I ran downstairs and GIRL. It was the most expensive, high quality one from the site that I SAID at $80 w a remote control. I started crying because I finally manifested by just going back to the basics. No void, no scripting, no setting time aside to affirm, no states. Just stating that I have it and persisting whenever it came up. Nothing else. Even if I felt doubtful, persist. I’m so grateful for you. And I’m warm in my room now. I feel so motivated to manifest other things. Never change the way you talk. We need the bluntness. 💗

Omg babe!!🥹🥹🥹 This warmed my heart (no pun intended LMAO). Awe don't beat yourself up about whether or not you have "been" manifesting things or not. Everything is now so the past doesn't matter bc it's not real until you make it. I hope you know you are now a master manifestor!!!

It makes me feel so many things inside when y'all tell me you think of me and refocus omggg!

"Just stating that I have it and persisting whenever it came up. Nothing else." AND THAT'S ITTTTT. THAT'S ALLL IT TAKES I SWEAR!!! Nothing else needs to be done bc everything is done!!!!!

I am so elated that I've been able to help you in some way but it's even more amazing now that you know you hold all the power!!. I won't change bc I get to experience beautiful stories like this!! Thank you my love!!!!

[wriothesleybear]

How do you think wriothesley would react if the reader has hidden his newborn from him after they broke up for a few months. Like hidden pregnancy trope

(BTW I LOVE UR FICS IT MAKES ME FEEL GIDDY AFTER A LONG DAY OF SCHOOLWORKS)

Even tho I'm not much for angst I really like this idea👀 this of course will have a happy ending because I don't need to be anymore depressed than I already am lmao. It makes me happy knowing that people enjoy my fics. It makes me giddy🥹❤️

~warnings: slight angst with somewhat happy ending.

Let's say you two had been together for a couple of years and it was good at the beginning but recently his job had been taking all of his attention. He barely came home, and when he did you two usually spent it arguing about his work and your relationship. One day you couldn't take it anymore and told him you thought it was best for both of you to go your separate ways. It was a mutual understanding and you both still cared for each other but you both agreed that you shouldn't be together anymore.

You found out you were pregnant a month after breaking up. It was a bit of a shock at first, worries that you wouldn't be able to take care of the child alone. You debated whether to tell Wriothesley and after a lot of thinking you decided that it was best to not tell him because he would be too caught up in his work to even be able to take care of the child. You felt a little bit of guilt but remembered you were doing what you thought was best for your child.

Skipping to 3 months after giving birth to your beautiful daughter. One day, you're out with your daughter, shopping for weekly groceries and that's when you run into Wriothesley in town. It's awkward. When he finds out, he is completely heartbroken and hurt. He always wanted a family with you and he told you before in the past so it really hurts him that you kept it hidden from him. When you tell him the reason why, he feels worse because of how you think about him. If you told him, he would have dropped everything and been there for you and your child. His child. He would be mature about it and ask you to let him be apart of you and your daughter's life. He promises that he will be there for you this time and it won't be like it was last time. You're hesitant at first but can tell he's sincere about it.

And he keeps his promise and is there for you and your child. Of course you have to teach him some things on how to take care of her but he's a quick learner and willing to learn. When either you or your child needs him, he does drop everything (assigns someone else to temporarily do his work) and he is right by your side, there to help you. Your thoughts on how he would be as a father have changed and you slightly regret not telling him sooner, but all that matters is that he's here now.

~a/n: Even tho I'm not one for angst, I have this idea for a short little fic where it's similar to this ask. Reader gets pregnant, they break up, and she never tells him, but in this one, the child is like 3-4 years old. One day, Wriothesley runs into reader and their child in town and he can tell it's his kid because they have some of his features. Reader confirms that he is the father of her child. Slowly reader allows him to be apart of their child's life and they begin to fall in love with each other again especially by seeing how great of a dad he is. Even tho I somewhat wrote about that here, I wouldn't mind writing headcanons or a small fic that goes more into detail about it. Hope this fulfills your request anon. Enjoy!❤️

[ohbo-ohno]

I’m feral and need more of your a/b/o thoughts. Like I need to know your thoughts on alpha!141 snatching omega reader to keep for themselves

yknow i was gonna say that i haven't touched abo in forever, but then i remembered the gaz thing i just posted the other day lmao

(btw i wrote alpha 141 here but i think abo poly 141 would have alphas price/ghost and betas soap/gaz. probably. maybe. idfk.)

cw for noncon and kidnapping below the cut

i find poly 141 x reader really difficult to write outside of porn, since there's already so many interesting dynamics in regular poly 141. i have a hard time adding in a FIFTH element, yk? especially when that fifth element has to be a reader insert instead of some sorta OC or smth

anyway, i think the best dark poly 141 x reader idea is basically reader being used as a sex toy for the guys. like, she's there for them to relieve their stress in. but in an abo au i could totally see them using her as an element of softness in their lives. with 4 alphas in one home, you need an omega to soften things up a bit

and there you are. soft and sweet and small (compared to them at least) and just so perfect. you're the unlucky bastard who happens to smell appealing to all of them, and you're whisked away before you really even know it

they'd have to be sneaky, probably. you'd have a positive reaction to their scents too, so maybe johnny or gaz gets you to go on a date with one or both of them and then kidnaps you. maybe price or ghost just grabs you one day. something like that, i think, but there's much higher angst potential is kyle and/or johnny lulls you into a false sense of security first (and you know i love a good betrayal)

they'd push and prod at your instincts to force you into a heat before anything else. lock you in their den (soon to be their nest) and surround you in their scents, make low purrs to convince your instincts that you're safe

and as terrified as you are - and oh boy, are you - there's only so much you can actually fight your instincts. lets say you're either not on heat blockers, or maybe the blockers are weak, but for whatever reason you're very susceptible to all of their little pushes

they've got you knotted and mated by the end of the week

it's odd, coming up from that heat. your neck aches all the way around, to the point that it's painful to even turn your head. despite the unfamiliar room, your brain screams at you that you're safe, that you're in your nest.

it doesn't take long to put together the pieces. it also doesn't take long to become very very upset

thing is, it's too late to do anything now. you can't break a bond, and they're not giving you any opportunities to get away. you're stuck with these alphas who have performed the greatest invasion possible on your body and soul. it's crushing

cue lots of attempted comfort. soap and gaz would be the softest with you, always trying to tempt you into realizing how good it is to be with them. soap is rougher when he fucks you, but they're both equally soft outside of that. they bring you nesting materials, constantly make sure you're covered in their scents, and bicker over who gets to cuddle you on the couch

ghost isn't willing to coddle you. he's sweet (in his own right) but he's not nice. he doesn't try to make you feel better - you're meant to be with them, why should he apologize for making it happen? all they did was skip the courting process, this is always where you were going to end up. he refuses to apologize for that. but he also doesn't want you miserable. he holds you close at night, soaks with you for long hours in the tub, and is always making sure you clear your plate

price is... weird. i'm never sure if i should make him the meanest or a softer kidnapper. because i could absolutely see a version of price whipping your ass raw every time you scream at them and call them names, but i can also see a version of price who just levels you with a disapproving stare and locks you in a small dark space when you get like that

regardless, they all smother you. you help balance out their dynamics a bit more, but they're always fighting each other for your attention. especially with the bond making it so they always know what you're feeling. and your instincts scream to trust them (and you can feel their emotions too, know that they really meant for the best, as sick and twisted as it is).

[sereindreams]

HANDPRINTS || RK800 x Reader ♡

“Oh, what can I do? Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue. Sun and ocean blue. Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you”

Summary: Your work life had always been stressful, and being a part of the DPD had its ups and downs. In fact, it was mostly downs. That was until you were assigned to work on a case of rising deviants with an old associate and a charming, young android. Suddenly, you couldn't wait to show up at work. Your days were no longer filled with quiet solitude, but of warm laughter and shared breaths. The very thing that betrayed all sense of life offered you a gateway to a new appreciation of the world, and the love for things within it.

AN: Welcome to the self-proclaimed 'sweet and sappy' chapter! Y'all deserve to be fed, and I want some genuine relationship progress between the reader and Connor. I also want to expand upon the reader/Hank relationship dynamic, so you might notice a little bit of that! Also, I seem to be enjoying fucking up the timeline a bunch, so excuse the messy ass timeline of everything, gotta make it better for the plot. (also I'm very fucking sorry for taking so long lmao)

Also also, skip this part if you don't want a rant about my life but again, I'm sorry for taking so long. I've just gotten a new job that has me working a lot that I'm not used to, pair that with a lack of motivation and a lot of school work and then boom, you get chapters that come out monthly. I'm really struggling with existing atm but I'm trying and trying. Again, sorry :(

Word Count: 2.8k

Reader Pronouns: She/Her (AFAB). NO USE OF Y/N!

Warnings: Reader is in pain from her previous injury. The usual DBH crime scene gore is relatively detailed. Please be responsible in your media consumption <3

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Chapter 4:

When the commotion had settled, you took the opportunity to rest your swollen foot, acting as a throbbing beacon of discomfort. Initially, it had been just a sharp pain that had made its way up your calf, but as time flew past, it transformed into a relentless ache. A low whine escaped your lips, doing your best to muffle the sound by clamping it shut.

Not only did it physically pain you, but it harmed your pride as well. It was a fateful reminder that you were only human, that your feeble body could break and bend, capable of shattering into a thousand, fragile pieces. It taunts you and reminds you that you could never be like an android, capable of limitless things. You were confined to your shell, trapped in a body doomed to fail at some point or another.

Connor, on the other hand, was remarkable, the way that he was able to calculate and perform within a matter of seconds had you awestruck. Your humanity had never left you more vulnerable, more in need to do better in order to keep up with your counterpart. But it felt impossible.

He was just too good, and you were doomed to be left in the dust.

"Detective?"

You hummed, welcoming the vibration in your throat as a distraction from your discomfort. Your body had settled against the slick, alleyway wall, and you had been positioned there for a handful of minutes. Hank, still, needed to catch his breath, as he had roughly stated, voice hoarse with neglect. Your injured food was elevated ever so slightly in the air, pressing all of your body weight onto your uninjured one.

Your face must have been scrunched in torment because it only led Connor to probe.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Don't worry about me, Con" the nickname slid off your tongue with ease, "Just tripped, that's all"

But of course, he didn't relent. Instead, he bent down, and you observed as his jacket tightened around his back, splaying out against his body. Your breathing got tight, watching as his eyes slithered across your form and fingers glided across your shoe. You began to feel a light pressure against the leather, causing you to wince. "Does it hurt when I do this?" he inquired, poking and prodding against you. You nodded, gulping down a breath.

“It’s sprained” he concluded, beginning to stiffen his body straight once again. You sighed. “You should rest”

“The damn thing’s right, Y’know?” you heard Hank mutter. You felt the side of your lip curl upwards instinctively at the thought of the two getting along.

You raised your shining, wrist watch to your face, pouting, “It’s not even noon. I can’t go home now. We still have another case this afternoon”

“Bullshit” Hank called, extending the long, accentuated drawl of your last name. His hands pressed deeply into the leather of his sodden jacket, tightening his arms across his chest, “You’re hurt. Can’t work when you’re hurt. Go home, rest, take some aspirin, and come back in the afternoon”

-

You weren’t sure how the two had won the non existent argument, but you were sure they must have, as you turned to Connor, hands placed firmly on the steering wheel of your own car. In the blazing light of midday, his face was illuminated in a warm, yellow glow. You could feel yourself sinking into the softened leather of the chair, sleep pressing your eyes closed. With each blink, your eyelids became heavier and heavier, as you found it harder to fight against the seeming inevitability.

It remained like that for a while, the occasional tapping of Connor’s fingers on the leather wheel, and the gentle buzz of the radio, filled with static. The warmth from the heater engulfed you and created fog on the windows, leaving your fingers to brush it away. Your distress was somehow idyllic. Even as you pulled into the driveway of your unit, you didn't want it to end. You would rather endure the dull but constant pain of your ankle than have the moment come to a halt.

The driver's side door snapped open, followed by the familiar crunch of feet under gravel. Your door clicked open, and you were met with comfortable silence and warm eyes. "Thank you" you stated meekly. You crept from the seat, placing your hands on the leather to hoist yourself out, and settled your gaze on your house.

Embarrassment shot through you.

What if he didn't like what he saw? What if the house was actually a mess and you were so used to it you didn't realise?

What if it smelt strange?

You paused, overwhelmed by soreness and anxiety. Connor noticed the hesitation in your steps, "Are you still in pain?"

"Yeah"

"May I carry you?"

What. You swore you didn't hear him right, and yet, you broke out in a cold sweat. Your mind struggled to process the offer, the combination of the pain and your own stubbornness wrestled with the faint embarrassment you felt. "Okay" your words shot out, maybe too quickly, as you did your best to mask the blush that had spread across your face like wildfire.

He stepped forward with determination and pressed his hands to your side. In a quick swoop, he had settled his arms under your legs and had hoisted you from the ground, bridal style. The movement had pressed your face into his torso, feeling the fabric of his jacket tickle your nose. To your surprise, he had a smell, a smell of comforting and faint cologne. Nothing that would cause your head to ache more than your ankle, that is.

He had stopped at the door, and before he could ask, you had stated, “Keys are in my right pocket”, before realising. He seemed to pause too before his hand slowly lingered over your hip, making a dive for the inside of your pocket. You shuddered as his hand made contact with your body, only a thin sliver of fabric keeping your skin away from his. With a jingle, he had successfully retrieved the keys.

A moment of rattling was followed by a creak, your door pushing open to reveal your softly carpeted hallway. There was a scuffle of his shoes against the doormat and his head had surveyed the cosy expanse before locating his target. The couch.

Upon entering the living space, his eyes were immediately drawn to the rich, dark tones of the furniture, and the forest green hues that adorned the walls, offering the room a sense of elegance and warmth. The faint lighting above, provided by antique-looking chandeliers and ornate table lamps, painted the ceiling, transparent muslin curtains allowing light to seep through them. It was pleasantly maximalist as if a grandparent had passed the house down to you. His observations prompted many questions in his mind, but he shoved them back down.

A yawn slipped from your lips, your head falling further into the crook of his neck as the weight of your body began to cause you to fall against the couch. His touch was as light as a feather, barely ghosting over you once he had settled you on the plush cushions of your couch.

"I'll get you some ice" he whispered, breath fanning against your cheeks.

“Okay” you squeaked, feeling your words fall short.

You sat there for a few minutes, barely able to make out the rattle from the kitchen, and the clinks and sound of ice. With your head pressed to the pillow, you felt your eyes become droopy. You knew that he had re-entered the room but couldn’t bring yourself to pry open your lids.

His hand slipped beneath your feet again, and your shoes were thrown off quickly. Then, a pillow was placed under your ankle, a quick and painless motion that had admittedly caught you off guard. You had almost called out as the cold ice hit your skin sensitive skin, all your limbs breaking out in goosebumps. Your lips folded inwards on each other, taking a sharp breath.

You were truly mesmerised by his attention to detail, especially as he took the nearest throw blanket and draped it over your body. The edge of the blanket fluttered against your skin. When that had been done, he turned away, "If you need anything else, call Lieutenant Anderson"

Your eyebrows morphed into a frown, your lips parting, "Wait!"

He stopped right then as if prepared to obey your every beck and call. His feet were caught in suspension, body pivoting to meet yours. Even in the doorway, he loomed large, head almost grazing the top of it. "Is there... something you need, Detective?"

Yes. Yes of course, but you couldn't say that. You just wanted his company, even if he didn't care for yours. Hell, you would even walk around for hours on your stupid ankle just so you could hear his low voice and charming quips. "Stay?". Your words were more of a plea rather than a question. You cringed at your own desperation, unsure of what unnatural powers had taken hold of you. Never in your life had you begged for someone to stay. Never in your life had you been reduced to jelly at someone's touch.

And, maybe what's worse is that he obeyed.

You'd like to think it was a conscious decision that he made, not his choice to follow an order but rather to do it because it felt right. But it made you worry, so much so that you had fallen asleep thinking about it, and Connor. And his touch.

The problem arose when your alarm didn't go off, and you found yourself, hours later, sunken in the abyss of sheets on the couch. Your eyes had been glued shut with sleep, and you did your best to pry them open with everything you had. A chill swept across your face, causing your sweltering body to emerge with goosebumps as you pulled it from the blankets.

The house was eerily empty, scarcely different to a handful of hours ago. The blush from your cheeks had settled into something more internally vibrant, a permanent state of bashfulness as the memories came flooding through your head.

He was gone, but the ghost of him sitting cross-legged on the opposite chair still lingered in the air. The patter of rain caused the air in your apartment to become damp, heavy, the windowsills crumbling slowly and admitting defeat against the elements.

It was strangely surreal to know that mere hours ago, he had been so close to you, and you sat alone now. The sensitive feeling you had been overwhelmed with had been replaced with something absent.

You couldn't help but smile wonkily at the thought of his plush skin just barely drifting across your face. The shudder that consumed you under his watchful gaze, the arch of his lip with each passing moment.

The buzz of your phone broke you from your trance, a single message blaring from the screen, "Don't come in this afternoon, just rest. The tin can and I won't do anything interesting without you - Hank'. You sighed, feeling yourself plop back onto the couch and letting the weight of your troubles dissolve. The pain from your ankle was lessened, thanks to Connor's remedies.

-

It didn't take you long to figure out that you'd be well enough to go to work the next day, as the pain had dissipated quickly after another long nap, a cup of coffee and some Advil.

The drone of a headache caused you to adversely believe otherwise, though. It had begun as a creeping murmur, just on the edge of your consciousness, until it began to intensify into a raging storm, much like the outside weather. It hammered relentlessly on the walls of your skull, nausea sweeping past you.

You just hoped and prayed you could find relief in the same way you did the night before. Or perhaps, in a fizzy, caffeinated drink.

As you stood by Hank, shoulders stiffened, you felt the droplets of rain slipping from your face at an agonisingly slow rate. The brief interaction between a man and the lieutenant was the last thing on your mind as your hand planted itself squarely on the counter of the food truck. Letting your eyes wander across the setting, you couldn't help but notice the hockey game buzzing in the background, or the slick layer of oil that seemed to drench every crevice of the van. But the whisper of food was more than intoxicating, your head spinning while warmth flew past your face from the nearest fryer.

The man running the van was preoccupied with the arduous task of flipping burger patties, too busy to notice you eyeing him down, foot tapping against the pavement. It was then that Hank and Connor drifted to you, waiting behind you, and began to converse. The banter began playfully light, at first, as Hank likened Connor to a poodle, always following him around, but Connor flipped the script quickly.

Your head jerked over your shoulder, giving the men a tantalisingly teasing gaze at their physical and emotional proximity.

The apology was something you didn't understand, something you must have missed at an earlier date, but it was innocent and sincere nonetheless. The warmth of affection had spread across Hank's demeanour, offering Connor a half-snarky quip that you could tell was laced with more endearment than he would have liked to let on. You supposed it was easy for him, that way, to protect himself rather than form an attachment or let himself be vulnerable with an android of all things.

And you understood, too.

You understood the bitter sting of rejection and the fear and anxiety that came packed up in a tight little bow when it came to getting close to someone. But it was easier for you to get along with Androids, and that's where it differed for you and Hank.

Humans scared you.

Finally, the man turned his broad shoulders around and gave you an acknowledging nod, passing off the drink with his right hand. You took it gingerly, drawing back as his fingers fluttered against yours, and lowering your head. "Thank you". The drink was explosive on your tongue, teeth tingling at the sensation of bubbles drifting down your throat. The coolness of the liquid was soothing, even on a cold day.

As you merged to the side, allowing Hank to take his own order, Connor’s eyes followed you like a child with a sweet.

You took safety under an umbrella, but it did almost nothing to combat the steady drizzle of rain against your body. Connor placed his hands on the table as if steadying himself, and whipped his head left and then right. Hank slid between the both of you, placing his burger wrapper on the metal table and beginning to devour his meal.

The conversation went slow, much like the rhythm of the raindrops falling around you. Each word exchanged seemed to carry the weight of the moisture-laden air, hanging for a moment before dissipating into the atmosphere. Connor's furrowed brow and Hank's focused appetite set the tone for the subdued interaction. They spoke of small, intimate things, such as Hank's involvement with gambling, or even the calories in his meal. You became conscious that you stood out like a sore thumb between the two.

Feeling satisfied, Connor turned to you with a newfound, almost quizzical expression.

"This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... why didn't you want me to cross the highway?"

Your eyes snapped to him, words leaving your mouth with ease, the answer obvious, "Because I didn't want you to get hurt, or killed"

The concept was so foreign to the android sitting across from you. The concept that someone cared enough to stop him from being in harms way, someone who didn’t just see him as an expense or extra paper work. Someone who wanted him around. To you, he wasn’t a large, expensive paperweight, but a living, breathing thing.

And well, that confused him.

There were no instructions for how to deal with a situation like this. He had been prepared for every nasty comment or abusive behaviour that could be thrown his way, and had prepared each thoughtful response. But he had never been trained for how to respond to someone taking kindly to him.

His cheeks were cast with a light blush, one that could only be detected in certain light as the peeking sun burst on his skin. If you or Hank noticed, you didn’t say anything, content to sit and enjoy lunch in the company of one another.

Undisturbed peace.

-

[kidnap-the-series]

EP 7 - Nothing Left (Part 4)

Min to the rescue.

Thank you!!

Min didn't have to hit that man so many times just to stop him. He only stopped when Q told him to. Anger and fear must have taken over him.

Sir! I know you slayed here in the court but your son is almost getting killed rn so....Please go!

Suea!! Yes!! That's right. He can't just die like that. He's got too many problems in this show to die yet.

This must have really scared him. Especially since he got hit in the head. You never know how head injuries could go.

Call the ambulance dude. But I get how panic can take over your thinking and you just do not know what to do in situations like this. All that was probably running through Min’s head was the fear of losing Q.

He must be feeling guilty too. If only he had encouraged Q to go to Vancouver he wouldn't have to be hurt like this.

Also, when I saw that Q got hit in the head in the teaser for this EP, I was praying for them to not go the 'I hit my head. I don't remember you now' route. I hate that trope with my whole life.

I don't think so.

That's not true at all. Sometimes others loving you could give you all the reasons to love yourself. Someone loving you shows that you are worthy of love both from yourself and from others. It shows you that you are worthy of someone’s time, sacrifice and a lot of other things. I believe that's a path to self love.

Min istg if you do anything that's gonna hurt Q, sleep with your eyes open. I'll be after you.

It's the way despite being hurt, Q is still happy because he’s surrounded with people that love and cherish him.

He’s got tears in his eyes just thinking about having to break this cute lil family.

Honestly this is a good decision. Q is obviously not safe here. He almost got killed this time.

Not exactly but yeah.

Babiesss, going to Vancouver does not mean letting go of each other. It's doing what's best for each other.

Nothing. You can do long distance. It's not like he's moving permanently.

Min!, c'mon dudeee. Out of all the times, Q needs Min the most now.

I feel like Min gets easily influenced by other people’s words. First with James and the whole kidnapping job and now with Q’s dad. Q’s dad should have suggested Min to encourage Q to go to Vancouver temporarily instead of all that 'Q doesn't love himself enough to love someone else' BS. This hits harder after Q said that he wasn't strong enough to lose another person.

You can't say that!! You promised to not let go of his hands, Min.

Why you gotta hurt me like thattt.

It's the way he’s holding onto the tip of his finger 😭. He doesn't want to let go.

Just send Min, Q and Mhen to Vancouver atp. I can't stand seeing Q in pain. My heart hurts.

Pain and tears everywhere. I don't like this. Give me my adorable MinQ back. MinQ boyfriends era, you were amazing while it lasted.

Lmao I remember being so panicked when I was watching this for the first time. Which dumb idiot in gmmtv thought it was a good idea to not put subtitles for this?! Like what am I supposed to think this is? 4 days? 4 months? 4 years? 4 decades? Idfk. I was hoping for it be 4 days. (I fucking hate time skips and gmmtv keeps doing it for no absolute reason)

I mean this was clear with the way Min thinks. Min is obviously the reason Q won't go to Vancouver, where he is safer. So indirectly, Min is the reason Q is in danger. Or atleast that's how Min thinks. So his way of solving this is to break up with Q so that he is free from Min. Parallel to how if Min is the reason for Q being in danger, he wanted him to run away.

I admire this guy’s determination. 😂

Doesn't look like they sold the house or somtheing. I'm assuming they moved somewhere else temporarily.

Min, you fucker!!! You left that camera there coz you knew he'd come back. Min, fix this or you'll end up dead in my hands.

I don't like seeing Q like this 😭

😭.

Their boyfriends era was absolutely adorable for the 5 seconds it lasted and then they broke up 😭.

Anyways, I will be forever grateful to the writers for not going with the 'memory loss' trope. I just absolutely despise that trope.

[frogofalltime]

day 2

ough i slept so badly; i wasn't even tired and i didn't get to sleep until 3am (though partly this is my fault for going on my phone and talking to @etherealspacejelly instead of Actually Trying to sleep)

as a result i got up late but i decided to eat breakfast and take my adhd meds instead of just skipping straight to lunch like i usually do if i get up past 11am

then i did absolutely nothing for 3 hours lmao. i had to put on my Motivation To Do Tasks playlist just to get dressed and brush my teeth

i decided to go study with my friends at the students union again but i forgot to eat lunch until i was extremely hungry and remembered that i had only eaten breakfast

i ate lunch at around 3:30pm and then joined my friends to study

i aimed to revise 4 lectures but i only managed 2. but that's okay. studying with friends is distracting !! and the fridge near where we were sitting was being hella noisy and annoying too.

i was acting kind of wild ?? like i was joining in with jokes that are kind of out of character for me, and robin said i was being really loud. i feel bad for being a distraction for my friends.

eventually we all gave up on studying and hung out at the shared house instead. i got really hungry so i got some food and then fixed my friend's trousers that they had somehow ripped a huge hole in the night before

i felt very motivated with the sewing even though we were chatting and messing around at the same time; i fully mended the hole (which was very big) without needing to take a break which was really good !

then we watched a movie which i actually managed to pay attention to. i wasn't as confused as i usually am when i watch things. but maybe that's just because it wasn't a difficult movie to understand ? idk

by then it was 2am so i went home and dissociated for an hour (this is normal for me, i think i need to decompress after socialising so i can't do anything for a while). then i took a shower and now i am in bed.

i'm still having the side effect where i need to drink so much water. and i have a headache again, but i always get headaches after spending time with people, i think it's just overstimulation. but also the headache feels weird particularly around my eyes, the same as when i started my antidepressant meds. i think it is a common side effect.

idk i guess overall not much has improved in terms of focus and studying but it is only day 2 !! i'm going to try to fix my sleep schedule and then maybe it will get better :)

[merrhea39]

binging everything judgment day pt3

Raw 6/6/22 Cody’s tits exploded. Man Finn had to join Judgment Day in that shithole town called green bay that sucks. When Finn says “finally i see clearly” it sounds like shit directly from an irish glasses ad. 

Bliss vs Doudrop vs Morgan vs Ripley. Rhea Ripley fucks up her face. Brace face Rhea incoming. Brace face riptides Niven to win and fight Belair at MITB (which never happens because of her teeth and a brain injury. She doesn’t have another match until october of 22) 

Raw 6/13/22 kevin patrick interviews bianca and rhea interrupts. A nice segment with Judgment Day, also Rhea roasts kansas lmao. Hi braceface hehe. Masochist Rhea? And I love it when she talks all calmly like a cultist it’s hot. That’s all judgment day does on this show as the main event is *checks notes* a pose-down between austin theory and bobby lashley? WTF? WHO THE FUCK CARES?

Main event 6/20/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. MY BIRTHDAY!! Wow judment day has come a long way. Rey mysterio being on the main event is fucking wild. Damian and Finn DO NOT have an entrance down yet lol. DOM IS SO TINY. Damian finally gets his new pants. Why the fuck does the main event have ad breaks? Finn and Damian just beat the shit out of Dom. Aja looking cunty af. Its called a dq even tho this shit happens in every match. Where Mami? I’m more confused at the end than anything. 

Raw 6/20/22 Bianca announces rhea is not medically cleared to fight her at MITB and thats all folks.

Raw 6/27/22 i accidentally thought there was nothing judgment day here but i was wrong priest balor and the mysterious have a backstage confrontation. THE IDEA HAS BEEN PLANTED REY IS A BAD FATHER LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Raw 7/4/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. July 4th I sure hope don’t I don’t see a ton of america propaganda. Pre-match promo from rey and dom. SUPRISE ATTACK. Damian and Finn ‘pearl harbor’ dom and rey before the match. It was a raw match, nothing special but Rey does an eddie and gets the win via dq.

Damian and Finn beat up rey and dom dom after the match I bet this won’t last for nearly 3 months.

7/11/22 Rey vs. Finn(w). suit daddy Damian is back we are so up. Finn saying “you’re a bad father” with his accent is so fucking funny “YOU’RE A BAD FODDER!” lmao. Rey took a nasty fuckin bump in this match holy shit. Finn wins and they try to manipulate Dom again.

7/18/22 Damian(w) vs. Rey. match starts during a commercial break wtf is that. mysterios wearing my high school colors lol. Damian wins fairly clean and Rey takes the razors edge nasty as fuck god damn. Dom gets bitched around by Damian and Finn… dirty thoughts are all I know.

Damian and Finn say Dom failed ‘the test’ and that he should’ve used a chair to hit his dad.

Ok so I was skipping to Dom and Rey’s reaction to what Damian and Finn said and byron was talking to corey about when he beat him for the 24/7 title and Corey said “that’s why I drink.” LMAO I WOULD TOO. Anywho the Mysterios cut a pretty basic promo. 

Raw 7/25/22 mysterio start out with a promo on the 20 years that he’s had in wwe.

Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment day. WILL YOU STOP STARTING MATCHES IN THE COMMERCIAL BREAK WTF VINCE. Balor hit the nastiest clothesline of all time on Rey lmao. Mysterios win but not really cleanly.

Mysterios celebrate… but who gives a fuck because PAPI RHEA IS IN THIS BITCH! And ofc she’s beating up Dom. Finn with the line of all time “IT’S NOT YOUR ANNIVERSARY IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”. Rey gets tabled… (come tooesday).

SummerSlam 7/30/22 Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment Day. (Rey’s personal sponsors are why this match happened.) PAPI! Rey with the fucking beer mask lmaoooooooooo. Some people started a ‘we want tables’ chant to which the rest of the stadium responded with a ‘shut the fuck up’ chant. RHEA HURTS DOM AGAIN (rhea hurting dom counter: 2) Edge did not need all of that for a comeback. And the Mysterios still without a clean win over judgment day.

[the1975attheirverybest]

ATPOAIM Ep 4- Still...at their very best

As promised, here comes my break-down/ interpretation of yesterday's episode. I'm not really sure if I'm on to anything here. Just thoughts. a discussion starter perhaps. also, I do talk about the criticisms or problems that I have with this episode towards the end.

yeah, let me know what y'all think!

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The opening scene does a lot to set the tone of this episode and let us know, from the start, that it is in stark contrast to episodes 1, 2, and 3.

For one thing, it's in color as opposed to black and white. The style of filming is difference. we see the wide open space surrounding Matty on his mattress, instead of the camera moving along with him, or, focusing on him.

He doesn't acknowledge the camera in the way that he does in previous episodes. In fact, he spends the first 59 seconds of a, roughly, 8 minute video just getting out of bed and getting dressed. Might not seem like a lot of time, but in a short video like this, every second counts. So, the decision to focus so much on this opening moment is deliberate.

The MUSIC, lest we skip over that, is also a big deal. It does have an eerie-ness to it that suggests we should feel unsettled by what we're seeing, maybe?

Of course, the first things that happen in the mid of the audience are: wtf? why is he sleeping on the floor? why does he sleep like that? where/what is this?

Curiously, the first thing that he reaches for is the oxygen mask? I wonder if it's sort of the opposite of reaching for cigarettes (or maybe im projecting as someone who has recently quit smoking, lmao). In any case, it's not normal. That is, it's not the sort of thing one usually does when waking up in the morning. Is it to highlight the artificiality of the set up? Is it the David Lynch thing? I know he had an oxygen tank for ATVB, but I can't remember how consistently he used it. Wasn't at every show, was it? idk. Or maybe it is simply to remind us of the strangeness of the seemingly mundane things that we are about to watch him do?

His clothes are laid out for him on the cart, which, again, makes the perfectly normal act of getting dressed in the morning very strange. Perhaps also eliminates the choice. He doesn't need to make a decision about what to choose, cuz there are no options. Kind of like a uniform.

First thing he does when he's dressed and has made his "bed" is go up to the wall. I'm interested in these.

Because, he is fixated on it, and because that's what we see later on.

The music and the tone of the moment changes when he moves on to making coffee (fuck, now im really craving a good cup of coffee).

The coffee-making scene is utilizing lab apparatus. Though, I will say, drip coffee does usually use a grinder, a scale, filter paper, etc. So, I suppose that process is, in itself, adjacent to working in a lab. It also requires exactitude, slow motion, a lot of waiting around for the coffee to finish brewing and dripping, etc. (side note: the coffee he makes is nowhere near as strong as he should be. What kinda color is that, Matty?!) So, is he dramatizing the process? exaggerating skills required for the task? or i he SO committed to his grass thing that he's taken to sleeping in his lab and this is legit just an obsessed scientist making coffee in his lab thats also his home.

Some of you have pointed out that the door he exits from and the door he enters through are two different doors to the same building. If that's the case, is he suggesting some sort of cyclical nature to this everyday routine (in contrast to the day in the life thing that we saw in episode 1? Two sides, one coin?

Now, he's in an entire different lab space! Here's everything we can see when he first enters.

The greenery certainly stands out in the otherwise monochromatic setting, and we shortly see him make very exact moves to snip a "sample" of the plant, and then mist it. But not before he puts on his "Matty" coat and tosses away the "Truman Black" coat in the biohazard bin (more on that in a bit).

He moves on from his potted plant to his ??? patch of grass perhaps? which, remember, we saw a picture of in the first minute of the video. on his wall of sketches and images. One of the images was showing the layers underneath the grass. Meaning that what we see at the top in only the surface?

Briefly, we see a crack in his "character." In contrast to making deliberate and precise moves, he's suddenly stirring chaos. Trying to ride the cart, fucking with the drill, and watching stuff on his phone. You can toss the Truman Black lab coat into the biohazard bin but you can't take the Truman Black out of the Matty?? after all, the Matty dude is just a coat that he put on. He can take it back off at any moment. Is he saying that every version of himself is, ultimately, a performance of selfhood? even if he were to be "Matty"? is he saying you can't totally separate the two?

He writes "la poesie eat dans la rue" in his notebook. "The Poetry Is In The Street" BUT WHY? Nothing he's doing has anything to do with streets or poetry. Hint for the future, but what?

Next, he gets pretty tactile. "touching grass" as we joked yesterday, but maybe also testing it a bit? We get a visual trick that makes him go from hovering over the small patch of grass to laying in a much bigger one. Followed very quickly by him posing for the SATVB Tour poster.

which is the very first time that we feel there's someone maybe with him? who's taking the picture for the poster? is it pre-set? but we didn't see any signs of it in the room prior to the shot. Has more stuff happened in between, that is conveniently left out? has more time passed by? is that why the grass is larger?

He ends the video by shutting things down and pulling the lever, just like he used to do at the end of ATVB shows.

I'm not entirely sure what the "studying plant in lab" is alluding to or suggesting other than bringing the natural into an unnatural space? experimentation? exercise of control over natural being? construct building? I think that's the key to putting together the subject matter of the following tour.

NOW FOR HANG UPS I HAVE these might not be legit criticisms. It may be that once we get more info/ see more episodes, these things will become clear, but for now,

I'm not sure that this needed to be an episode of atpoaim. Like, couldn't the tour announcement have been its own thing? the series seems to have had a very specific goal that it was trying to achieve in a very specific way, and this was different. Didn't Matty say atpoaim was meant to get to color gradually as the series also got more theatrical and dramatic? kind of as a parallel to the 1975? this wasn't gradual. this went into color right away!

We also know that Matty filmed this in NJ a few weeks ago. MUCH after filming other stuff for future atpoaim episodes. Does this mean he's scrapped all previous footage and changed the whole plan? is this a brief interruption and we get back to normal next month with episode 5? is episode 5 gonna be totally new and different from an original episode 5 that maybe he'd planned before? This is why I say, if the tour announcement isn't intrinsic to where atpoaim is going, then it should've just been its own thing.

ANYWAYS THOUGHTS???? I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE.

[hollandorks]

Hey Shelby! :)

I'm currenty looking for battinson fic recs too. I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed today and really need a distraction cause i'm in so much pain right now :(

Hope you're doing well :)

hi anon! First off, oof, good luck with your widsom teeth! I had mine done in October ish so I'll put some unsolicited advice under a cut (in case you want to skip it lol)

some of my faaaavorite fics (and I'm sure I'll forget some):

@neutron-stars-collision 's Waiting for the Night is set just before and during the events of the film and I love it--it's ongoing but very close to completion and has the best angst/ idiots to lovers plot

@punchdrunkdoc has a brilliant slow burn with an OC that I adore (I know a lot of people prefer reader insert but trust me, this fic is amazing!) Just Breathe is definitely a permanent favorite

@whats-rambled-rambled has a mini series that I still reread because it's so beautiful, it starts with the one called the way down! (which btw is a song I became obsessed with because of this fic, and I still listen to it on the regular)

@devilfic has an ongoing series I'm obsessed with called right place, right time

@zipperzoo my bestie has an ongoing series (on hiatus but still worth checking out!) called fight to make it up and honestly it's hilarious and fun and the right amount of angst

Again I'm sure I've left people out, so feel free to use this as a rec post too and comment your fic or your faves! These are just the ones off the top of my head

now for unsolicited wisdom teeth advice!

for me, it just...sucked for a while. However! Icing it every 20-30 minutes for the first day or two definitely helped with the pain. I also slept propped up because laying on my side or all the way flat made my whole head hurt for some reason

make sure to take breaks icing it! Also, don't ice it past day 2.

Take your medications! I only used the hardcore pain meds for maybe day 1 and 2 and then switched to only taking it at night but taking a shit ton of ibuprofen during the day--that's just personal preference though because the pain meds made me feel too drowsy (100% listen to the surgeon's advice on this though!)

do not use a fucking straw for at least a week. DO NOT USE A STRAW. I'm sure they told you this but seriously....don't do it. Even when you start to feel better in a few days don't do it, give your mouth time to heal over! Listen to the instructions on this for sure!! I'm a bit anal with this stuff so I actually avoided a straw for a month lmao but whatever timeline they give you, stick to that, minimum

Don't forget to brush your teeth. It will hurt the first few days but you have to keep your mouth clean!

And last but not least unless I randomly remember something: hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. You won't be eating much for a few days so water is your new best friend to stay alive. Also it'll help with healing. Get a big ass cup and refill it often, trust me on this

[thespiral]

👾 for Fresno! Or if you feel like a different barbie, have at it. I'm ready for the Symbolism and the Themes ´･ᴗ･`

for you my friend. extra barbie on the house.

FRESNO: Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf

*1,000,000 visitor alarm goes off* OH BABY YOU GOT ONE OF THEM FUNDAMENTAL SONGS. bat out of hell was one of THEE ingredients to make Fresno what they are today even if it was base and not like, the deeply complex disaster they are today along with golden age of leather and power underneath despair böc. but it's still a good way to sort of connect them down to the 80s roots and shit

so bat out of hell is out of a concept album about Guy Who Dies in Motorcycle Crash but nobody said it could be a Metaphysical Guy Who Dies In Motorcycle Crash. this song is bittersweet because it encapsulates what Fresno is down to the tragedy of it all. and it's mwah.

honestly i can see this as like, sort of the Moment it all happens and the repetition of that moment in their story, in my head the foiled escape attempt from either the mojave/prison is sort of like on motorcycle and someone shoots them down, is it ncr? legion? who knows, but there's evil in the air and man with a gun in his eye and a the death of someone in the street. this can be Fresno as an 80s, since the Sac-Town raid was sort of. coming of age as a Man:tm: thing Hellmouth set up for them but also the death of their independent self as they're dragged further into the legion. frogs in a boiling pot.

so it DEFINITELY depends who they're with if the first 4 lines apply because "pure and good and right" LMAO (maybe in his own perspective but shhh) but there's the connection between Fresno and Hell, as a devil and outsider and sinner, out of hell, if you will. and you know, the many meanings of out of hell.

we'll both be so alone. and it's true! even if they are the one that mostly sabotages and breaks it off, that doesn't deny that they'll be so fucking alone when the light of day comes along. nocturnal by need, even. i like the idea of Fresno being partially a mirror of someone's deeply repressed feelings because Fresno allows themself to feel even if some things are off limits because their ass doesn't do introspection but someone so bolted together that they aren't willing to admit to themself that they're lonely? smile

so Fresno returning is a very Strange phenomenon, i haven't had it in mind that they attempted to escape other times in their story but. honestly who knows, maybe they did, maybe a Certain Someone catches up and uses his funny skills to bring them in further. something something fishing metaphor and tiring the prey out. you understand.

i also like the idea of Fresno taking the bait because who else waits for them. who else seems to care about them. haha. hahahha. lmao.

Fresno jetting off from their positions, hitting the highway in the road to destiny in the only way they know how, going upstream. nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole and every person they meet may be stunted and lost and it's not worth to stay with Hell on Wheels, what have they done for them, anyway. maybe they'll be evil if they do, maybe they're doomed to die, but they were taught to be ruthless and fuck they will be ruthless to them as well.

and the scenario repeats almost a decade later and... well.

they'll escape, no matter if their wounds are raw and open and htey're leaving behind something they like, they'll be eaten alive if they stay [which. true, to an extent] but. but.

the moment of hesitation, i can't stop thinking of you, that slight moment of vulnerability that makes them collapse and hit the sudden curve.

it's a moment i've always wanted to illustrate because just. the way it's presented, the way the singer ACKNOWLEDGES that they never see the sudden curve until they're about to crash, that hesitation that leads to the death. MWAH. cinema. and if you, the reader, don't listen to any song but a chunk of one i IMPLORE you to listen to it and skip ahead to 6:10 and listen to that guitar work. THE IMPLIED CRASH!! THE MOTORCYCLE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL IN GUITAR!!!!! it drives me INSANE every single time. that is todd rundgren's talent for you. i've always wanted to capture that moment because it's just soooo cinematic and the leadup makes me think of someone taking aim before shooting them down

both a near death experience and the death of one aspect to be changed into another. metaphysical death of a bike crash. obviously the result varies on what happens but just like the shock, the experience, seeing yourself out of body being dragged away to be imprisoned [again] and tolling a bell for themself. ough. ough. ough. the tragedy of it all.

what is meant to be cathartic and a release turns into being brought back to hell, endless cycles and their attempts to escape them and all. ough

+ BONUS

AUSTIN: Electric Eye - Judas Priest [old art alert]

i haven't taken him out of the box in a longgg time but fun fact, he was my first courier! way back when i was a little new vegas baby, a new baby if you will, he was supposed to be like this morally good ncr-independent courier who's main goal is Fix the NCR from the inside. obviously i know now that it was an impossible dream but as i've kinda retouched upon it i've turned down his morals and turned up his fanaticism towards the ncr and now he's basically head of Ministry of Propaganda- i mean public relations of ncr.

he's a synth and has a tendency to go full ham in the fanaticism regardless of what he's cheering for, and ended up latching on to the ncr after [i think] being implanted with ncr citizen memories. his main job is mostly spin doctor, trying to make the mojave campaign appealing to brahmin barons and others for funding back in the ncr as kind of a newscast radio guy, i like to think him as a lesser head in the hydra of the ncr but nevertheless still sending out people to die in the desert

i really like the big brother is watching theming because i like to take some cues from cold war-era usa to the ncr because like looking at curtis i think there should be like some kinda paranoia/red scare sentiment back at the ncr and he's just here to be my lore puppet for it

and as a guy literally being in charge of the news, uh, expect a lot of watchful eyes. he's funny because he's kind of more or less literally a terminator but he's just chilling in the hub while others die for his cause and i know i'm heavy handed about it. but!

he certainly keeps his republic clean. smile

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

For the WIP asks, I've gotta go for the BSD fics! You know I love that show. I saw you had at least 3 of them on your list so tell me as much or as little as you'd like about them.

I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM *cue me being annoying as fuck*

Ask me about any WIPs I might have!!

note: kat info dumping about her bsd WIPs under the cut ja;ldkf also not proofread so sorry for typos/weird wording

So I'm typically a Dazai simp (but i'm currently mad at him for the shit he did in meursault so we're on a break >:( ) so both "current" and "mafia days" are dazai x oc fics. "mafia days" is pretty self-explanatory lmao. it's stuff during the dark age!

but it details OC being a pretty powerful ability user that Mori personally sought out and then she ends up being a pretty lethal assassin for the organization and takes Dazai's place as leader of the Black Lizard. During the Mimic incident, she "brutally murders" the one Mimic soldier that had the gun pointed at Dazai's head and Dazai begins chastising her about needing to keep him alive for interrogation or that she overdid it and they get into a fight! She continues her investigation of Mimic without him BUT eventually gets captured by Gide because the way she murdered the other soldier with her abilities caught their attention. Dazai does NOT come to rescue her until last minute because he wasn't even aware that she wasn't just further ignoring him. He thinks she dies in his arms, but of some unknown facet of her abilities (think Atsushi's healing BUT STRONGER). She wakes up in the infirmary a few days later and is under the impression that Dazai sold her out to Mimic and left her for dead. END SCENE

SKIP TO 4 YEARS LATER

This basically just follows canon. OC is a pretty high-ranking executive now and is pretty much always taking kill jobs, primarily to channel her rage into it because she's still pissed about Dazai. Some of the important character deaths, I have her involved in because I can (sue me), like Sasaki's. She comes along with that meeting between Fukuzawa and Mori to negotiate and when Fukuzawa attacks (instead of Tanizaki coming in with Light Snow), she comes him to stop his sword and then Dazai is all like D: because it turns out she's alive but he didn't know. She gets assigned to assassinate Fitzgerald and they have like a big confrontation where she's pissed at Dazai for abandoning her and he's trying to convince her that he thought she was dead all along. I have her involved as the show progresses but it's not as impactful as s2 i think.

"mafia!husband au" is basically the same except she gets with chuuya. the drama in the dark days still happens, but she's always had a close bond with chuuya because they're both stupidly powerful ability users that didn't really know where they came from. in the normal story (stuff i described above), they're just really close like a brother/sister bond thing. in this AU, they get together at some point. the confrontation with her and dazai still happens, but she's not able to forgive him and overlook the pain that he caused right before she got captured.

and that's it! i think. they're pretty well fleshed out because these WIPs are like...around 6 years old at this point? started it in 2017 alkdfjklsdf

i also have a separate writing blog for bsd if you're ever interested! it's permanent hiatus tho because the bsd fandom chased me away for reasons i can tell u in dm's lol :p

[kakerutori]

S2 rewatch highlights pt 2

Episode 3

AWW Dustin falling asleep reading about reptiles, invested immediately

“I need my paddles!” I quote this too much LOL

Oh the compilation of Hop and El cleaning up and the diorama she makes of it in s4 HJFDJFHHJFJ

Mmm Nancy can’t say, “I love you.” Ends up breaking it off with Steve. Mike can’t say, “I love you” to El until under extreme pressure. Result…?

LOL Mike’s the only one not grossed out by d’Art

Mike is such a good advocate for Will wtf my heart 😭 he just knew exactly what was going on with d’Art. Barely any questions asked.

“Things just can’t go back to the way they were” Hop and Joyce have similar conversations as Jonathan and Nancy this season :,) wow I love the endgame ships

HAHA omg Bob cutting blue and yellow wires. Heck yeah.

I wonder how in the world the video camera can capture the outline of the Mind Flayer - ooh hold on, what if they use video footage to find clues or something next season?? Maybe that can be Jonathan’s role???

Interesting how Mike just misses seeing El a second time! And a third time, twice at the school! Man they were so close to running into each other

“Because you’re annoying!” Mike says, snootily and annoyingly to Max, LMAO. I’m so glad these two got some screen time in s3.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” DESPITE THAT BEING THE VERY THING HURTING YOU. THE WORLD NEEDS MORE COMPASSION LIKE WILL HAS WTFFFFF

Episode 4

Mike be clutching that walkie-talkie for dear life

The spinning shot of Will being taken is so hauntingly good oh my goihshkkkkd

“But it got me, mom.” THE LITTLE VOICE BREAK HAS SHATTERED ME COMPLETELY HELP GODJJK OMGJGJGLFK

“You put us in danger” awww Hopper is so protective. He’s not just mad at her. He’s mad with her. This isn’t fun for either of them 💔.

El is so relatable right now lmao isolation indeed drives a person mad. She’s so real for her anger and they way in which it manifests with her powers is such a cool use of her character

NANCY OFFERS HOLLY TOAST 🥺

Jancy has a bit of hesitancy but they’re ultimately in it together! I really enjoy the pacing that you can see they’re slowly starting to understand each other but aren’t perfect just yet

Okay quibble like idk if the American school system changed? but I did not learn physiology in 8th grade lmao

Geez just Billy is written so well. Hate him with every single encounter

The psychological repetition and sound with Jonathan and Nancy at the park really gets me ughh the discomfort. They’re so bold to go through with that

Now-memories = tunnel visions

True sight = Upside Down episodes

“Maybe we can help Will.” - Mike’s final words to Lucas and Dustin before he goes to the Byers’ 💙

I love Nancy glaring at Dr. Owens and Jonathan being just 🧍

“I have to stop the truth from spreading, too.” Ooooohhh and the different level of fire in Jonathan and Nancy’s eyes as they behold the gate is so omg I need fanart of them in that scene

Quibble number 2: there is no way in all hell that Hopper and Joyce connected those tunnel drawings in under a day let alone what looked like under an hour, I call bs

MAN the intonation and delivery of the fight between Max and Lucas is just so good. Like the anger could be acted so much differently with subtle differences but something about their back and forth was just great

“We’re family now” NOW, Billy??? Yeah as if she wasn’t your step sister for years before?? Geez and that’s not even the worst part of what he says

Okay I’m crying what the heck, UGH Millie is so good. Those sobs my HEARTTTTTT

“Let’s burn that lab to the ground.” S5 PLEASE LET NANCY COMMIT ARSON ON THE LAB. PLEASE!!!

OH NO skipping the Mews part. RIP buddy. RIP 💔

The tunnel flips upside down and THE CLOCK CHIME OH I GOT THE CHILLS

[sunnychuuya]

Pookie what the flip is this I'll answer them tho lmao at least I'll try it might be slightly venty so srry about thar

yea most of the time I geuss. They suck a little sometimes but they try their best and I love them

2. My gc with my besties to say gn

3. So. So. So fucking much.

4. Its been getting a lot better lately but some days I still feel actually sickened at the sight of my own body

5. Single..

6. Painlessly. Hopefully much much later.

7. Taco belllll

8. I did soccer for a year when I was 4 and I want to attempt figure skating at some point, I'm really good at goalie in alot of games though

9. No I have two fake teeth that stop me from doing that (lore drop!!)

10. Never been in a fight. Just one sided against me if I wasn't absolutely fucking terrified of getting in trouble I would've beaten the shit outta some people, I suppose the closest thing I ever got was in 5th grade some dude was a repeated bully of mine I can't remember what it was about this time but he fucking grabbed my arm and twisted it like this fucking close to breaking it and I tried to kick him in the balls and a teacher yelled at me 🥰 he had no consequences

11. I mean I'm a Lil confused. I just got out of my first ever real relationship and I'm still recovering tbh. But I had liked my friend for three years previously and I still love him alot but I can't tell if it's platonic or not. I think it is now?

12. O n l y 48 hrs?

13. I hate alot of people tbh but I kinda hate myself for hating them cuz that's normal

14.yea

15. MY SILLY PUPPIES (one is 11 years old)

16. Fucking terrified cuz I'm about to play the second episode of sally face

17. I still have my lip virginity bro

18. HELL SPAWN

19. Maybe. I kinda wanna be a little kid again but also it wasn't the greatest for me outside of my house so I don't even know.

20. bRO PELASE STOP I HAVENT-

21. Nothing lmao

22. Idk maybe someday. Probably one maximum 2

23. Basic ear piercings but God I want more

24. English and science.

25. Yes.

26. Physical touch I need to cuddle up with someone right now I genuinely feel like I'm dying

27. I mean yea and I feel horrendous about it it broke my heart too but it wasn't a healthy relationship and was fucking up both of us

28. YES IN FUCKING FIFTH GRADE- I SWEAR TK GOD- I don't think he understood but like bruh

29. Please you're making me want to grab a knife and take it to my stomach I didn't want too but it needed to happen.

30. Same as sai, the questiond about relationships but for a different reason like God I felt horrendous enough already

31. Sai how fuckin dare you I love u okay ur like super cool and fun and I feel if I met you irl I would've wanted to be friends with you too. But I'm pretty sure I am. I just still sometimes have trouble believing it.

32. OURPLE

33. Whaaat noooo- WHO FUCKING TOLD YOU-

34. Last one thar wasn't jusr black was about choso from jjk and it was really silly I'm such a fucking degenerate bro help me

35. My dog clifford

36. Yes oh fuck yes I do and it has given me some of my worst regrets in life

37. Forgive, barely ever turns out well tho.

38. I wish its sucked tbh

39. NEVAH

40. proly when I was like a baby

In skipping numbers too for my brain to work

51. Tacoss

52. I mean technically yes it does I could go into science but I'm sure thats not what you mean, but no I do not believe everything happens for a reason because of some higher power or whatever

53. Played sally face for an hour then texted some friends cuz I was too fucking scared to sleep

54. Fuck no

55. I try not to be

56. None

57. I dunno.

58. Rainy

59. Yesss

60. Yup

61. Yeess

62. Idk alot of things surprisingly anime/friends/kpop tho r all great and video games

63. I like my name but it doesn't always feel like it fits but there's nicknames that help :3

64. STOP THIS

65. Heyyy this happened to me. I politely turned him down and we r still besties I went to his house 2 weeks ago

66. Yes. Same friend. When I went to his house he snorted fun dip and I RANTED to him about kpop for 30 minutes even tho he knows nothing

67. OH FUCK WAIT ONE OF MY BESTIES ID A TRANS DUDE I FORGOT HE TECUNIXALLY COUNTS AS OPPOSITE SEX KINDA IDK CUZ SEX IS LIKE ??? I DONT FUCKIN KNOW IG HIM BUT IF WE DONT MEAN GENDER BUT SEX THEN THE SAME DUDE FROM THE LAST TWO

68. Deepest within the last month was a 3am sleepover chat with my bestie over how mha saved my life

69. Idk

70. Yea at least 10 ppl

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow totally understand if u don't feel like answering these btw they r kinda hard

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[edwardscissorfeet]

. pretty bad ed content just ignore me

AND IM NOT EVEN TALL. WHATS THE POINT OF BEING >45KG IF IM NOT EVEN TALL.throws a fucking brick at my window my ed is lucky i never picked up bulimic habits. my ed is LUCKY i should just go on a fucking week long anorexic thing like i used to do and lose about 5kg and call it a day. adn in fact im going to be responsible for my meals again for two weeks im actually going to break something im so MADDD im trying to feel good about being you know. not borderline underweight anymore but i can feel my thighs touching i dont really see my hipbones anymore i feel fat and ugly and i miss being hungry forever. ok whatever. dies badly

and i know it's normal as fuck and i anticipated having a weight gain spike bc for about a momth ive been eating 2-3 meals a day so gaining 1.5-2kg is fine or whatever but I DONT WANT TO FEEL ITTTT im going to throw my scale away. fuck offffff fuck offffffffff oh my god and i put on a pair of pants i havent worn in a couple of months the other day and it was tigjt and i dont wake up with a flat stomach anymore and i just kind of. am very tired of not loving myself. bueno 👍 if i was twelve again and growing 20cm+10kg i would kill my aunt for telling me i was fat. and all my other relatives who kepts saying i was skinny and making me feel bad about gaining weight. im going to THROW UP

sick to my teeth god i remember being fourteen and trying desperately to vomit because i ate a little too much at a dinner party but i couldn't because the reflex never kicked in properly. and being like 17 and overdosing partially because of ed but i didnt wanna tell my mum or my therapist because then id have to eat and id feel sick and hate myself even more if i gained weight and i just kind of miss being in the hospital and eating whatever and wearing the most shapeless gowns because everyone had yo wear the same thing and now CARING ABOUT MY WEIGHT. is it fucked up my best month in a long time body image wise was the one i had while institutionalised.

i used to be 43-44.5kg any given day and now im 45.5-47kg and its awful. i keep thinking about how im above 100lb now. and i dont want to restart regular exercise because my knees hurt + i know im going to overdo it and feel awful and return back to when i would only eat a real meal after a real run (4-5km) i used to have to tap out after 3km because i had no energy and punish myself with only like. a sweet drink so i dont shake from low sugar. which is like stupid as fuck but i cant help it at my worst i felt soooo ill after eating food. alsp why i am obsessed with my poop frequency if im being honest lmao. this was all THIS YEAR BY THE WAY i need to start stabbing

last meal i skipped was dinner on sunday 👍 i hauv to eat dinner now :/

[punkscowardschampions]

Sylke pt.4

Jake: [Okay so, we know what the vibe is here until y’all inevitably crash, not at all casual loop of that scene 5ever which nobody is soz about, will you get to the end ever again, who knows? But not tonight clearly, anyway, it makes sense to skip to him showing up at her house at the o’clock they agreed]

Sylvie: [me like I hope you’ve got your TV volume turned down very low or your entire family is gonna know you’re watching what is clearly some kind of smutty scene as well as so many times that it would be ALARMING lmao, soz fam but byeeeee now, here trying to make yourself look hot for this boy without doing too damn much for what is y’all staying in on a school day, even though we all know what’s up]

Jake: [I wholeheartedly imagine his sister or China or both had to kick his ass to get him to even wake up when the alarm was popping off cos a late night was had, I sure hope your phone or whatever you were playing that film on died so it wasn’t still looping haha, so then he had an argument with his sister/China/both being like I’m not going flops and dragged himself out only when it was time for him to walk to hers and yet he still looks the same as always, which is hot if you’re into it, me like I hope you showered sir if y’all are gonna be hooking up on this day]

Sylvie: [just boy things, truly but clearly we are into it and there’s no denying that when we open this door to let you in and are giving you the LOOKIEST LOOK ever because we’re not about to pretend last night didn’t happen here, so we can, gesturing him in the door with all the !! nerves and energy]

Jake: [in a parallel to the other day throw your bag down immediately (cos we know you’ve bought drinks if nothing else) and throw your jacket down on the floor next to it after shrugging out of it, all without breaking the LOOK, because can’t pretend last night didn’t happen when you were so into it and have clearly been thinking about it and her the whole walk here, even if that was your intention]

Sylvie: [‘have you bought me more homework?’ with a smirk, even though we’re also not looking away to look at this bag serious because imagine if you really did just have a little study sesh, whatever does or doesn’t go down, certainly not the vibe, walk through to the lounge, having to take your eyes off him to not trip only before you’re right back there ‘what was your excuse?’ because clearly tomeena have let you have this week off because of Sam but he’s not got that excuse yet]

Jake: [the way he’s smiling so mischievously at her smirk and the way he’s watching her walk through, not at all subtly checking her out the entire time ‘late night’ because he’s that bitch who tells enough truth that it doesn’t seem like he’s lying, we’ve all noticed, sitting deliberately on the sofa where she sat last night judging from the angles etc in that content, he’s gotta ‘I couldn’t sleep’]

Sylvie: [when you’re already LOOKING at him so the LOOk you must do about what he’s said is basically a doubletake, very much grinning back at you with that mischievous energy like you’re children who got away with something because you are, throwing yourself onto the sofa next to him in a way that’s meant to give platonic and casual like don’t mind me but you already want to be that close to him so you are, laying your head in his lap and having your feet up the back of the sofa ‘we can always have an afternoon nap’ poking, but so gently, the bags under his eyes]

Jake: [getting more comfy also deliberately, really wanna be sat right where she was sat, feeling it, giving her as big of a LOOK down at her in his lap as he pulls her into him making sure she’s super comfy too and STROKES her hair with so much !! making a noise of agreement just cos he wants and needs to make a bit of a noise about where she is]

Sylvie: [truly hope you didn’t make a wet patch and this sofa escaped your antics because you were being feral and you wouldn’t have noticed nor cared, thank god for the dogs to blame for such incidents if anyone even notices, here now doing your own little squeak of !! at the everything that is happening, turning it into a happy sigh as you stroke his cheek before taking your hand away, finally]

Jake: [he’s hoping you did and he’s now sat in it, soz fam but we are feral, hence can’t help lowkey pulling her hair about the little squeak she let out because !! taking a deep breath because he feels like he’s already breathing insanely but then being like actually fuck it and breathing on whatever exposed skin of hers is nearest to him rn without having to do a crazy lean down or anything yet]

Sylvie: [the turned on laugh because he remembered and it’s ridiculous how badly you want this and have been thinking about it since last night, propping yourself up so you are, dangerously, more face to face than you being all the way down there and he has more options, hugging into him again from this new position, so you can do your own breathing and !! into his neck and put your arms around his shoulders]

Jake: [shamelessly committing to pulling her fully into a sitting position in his lap so they are the most face to face they can be, holding onto her so tightly and dramatically while he breathes onto her neck and collar bone and in her ear and her face, nbd, just all the places he could possibly want to]

Sylvie: [cannot and will not be keeping the ‘FUCK’ you moan as you settle into his lap from spilling out, near enough into his ear at this point, only putting any distance in how close your faces are together when you want to watch his breathing and match yours to his so you’re doing the in and out thing in the most extra way]

Jake: [likewise will not even try and stifle the noise he makes in response to that moan in any way at all, like, we could call it a GASP but it’s more extra than that truly, there’s some sound with it, moving as if like he’s again just making sure they’re both comfy as she settles in his lap but really we just had to, having the most fun ever blowing her hair over her face and then blowing it away again too, don’t mind us]

Sylvie: [taking your chance to have your hands all up in his hair, doing tugs with your inhales, shaking your head at how adorable he’s being, doing little circles with your hips on your exhales, keeping it slow and steady, unlike your breaths that are getting more out of control lowkey]

Jake: [hitting her with the biggest LOOK because of her hair antics cos we’re so about it, when you think that your lightheadedness and dizziness is because you’re breathing insanely and the effect she has on you and not because of the looming seizure we’re gonna cockblock y’all with on this day whenever we see fit, and you can’t bring yourself to care because you’re so in the moment, saying her name which is actually the 2nd half of it nickname he has given her now they are besties in the most indecent way, basically whispered in her ear, because you’ve never been able to say it before and you’re so !! by everything she’s doing]

Sylvie: [oh lads, soz we gotta do it to yous, not that you know right now so not a care in the world as you’re running your fingers down the side of his neck before your licking the same trail because he used your name/nickname and you are far from okay about it, squeezing your legs around him like you need to hold on, doing the tiniest bite at the base of his throat, not marking him ofc]

Jake: [we simply must, not just as a cockblock but as a bonding moment because peak vulnerability in her actually seeing him like this and not being freaked out like his friends were when they saw the first one or grossed out because he’s definitely gonna piss himself that’s often a thing, but for rn I will let you live boy, do the best moan ever before you grab her face and drag it back to yours, giving her a final LOOK before you go in for a kiss because I’m gonna let y’all have at least this before I ruin it all]

Sylvie: [it’s very valid and needs to happen but you also need to have your first kiss redux because you barely got to respond last time and you have to give it your everything this time as a result, just here putting all your pent up desire from what y’all did last night into this, your hands going under his shirt to feel his skin, to grab at him mindlessly as you’re really blatantly crashing your body against his in this kiss]

Jake: [mhmm, we gotta let you have a makeout sesh with an intensity the likes of which neither of you have felt before and which will only be topped by the post song reveal makeout sesh, it’s the law, so he’s likewise giving it his absolute all, catch him fully just taking off whatever top she’s wearing regardless of the number of layers or not, he simply doesn’t care either way, and bruising her like he said he would with his own grabbing of her wherever is the most movie inspo vibes]

Sylvie: [when you watched that so many times you could replay it moment for moment without even realising you were, moaning his name into his mouth, pulling his lip into yours and sucking on it so insistently as you unhook your bra and let it fall away to the floor]

Jake: [me like, dogs wherever you are, stay away and don’t come in and lick a nip or something, now is not the time sirs, when you pull away to LOOK at her braless because wanna see her and commit this memory but then you realise you can’t hear her properly or breathe properly in a way that isn’t just !! cos you feel v weird, but obvs you also can’t speak properly to tell her any of this because so many seizure symptoms and they are all such fun]

Sylvie: [the beat between letting him LOOK at you and enjoying how that feels and realising he doesn’t feel right and THEN realising that this is about to be a seizure, good thing you have had time to look it up and not feel panicked as all hell making you a hindrance more than a help, slowly getting yourself off and out his lap and smiling at him in that it’s okay way, kind of pointing at the sofa or the floor because he can decide where he wants to be but we don’t want to overwhelm you with options or lots of words right now]

Jake: [thank god they have had that convo of what to do and not and she’s had time to do some research or we’d truly be dropping y’all in at the deep end here, probably get on the floor so you don’t roll off the sofa when you’re mid and convulsing because you could hurt yourself and nobody needs that, also nobody needs you pissing yourself on said sofa either not that it would be your fault but it’d still be a ballache for the fam, don’t mind us, we’ll just be here having a seizure, it’s not fine but it’s fine, casually the longest 2 minutes of both y’all’s lives]

Sylvie: [I think the floor is the safest bet although you can always injure yourself, we’ll be putting all the pillows and soft furnishings under your head to minimise the main risk, very unpleasant for y’all but the NHS website has a whole list of things you can look out for to tell the person what the seizure was like when they come back around so at least you can do that to not feel totally helpless, just waiting until the convulsions stop so you can recovery position this and come at him like hey, how are you feeling now]

Jake: [we stan a helpful queen, your mother and sister would be FUMING if you hurt yourself, though again can’t be helped and nobody’s fault they’re just beside themselves at all times atm, and also he won’t remember a thing about this and just be lying here in confusion because most peeps don’t so it’s good to know some deets as this is the first time he’d really have any cos of keeping it under wraps, again, don’t mind him just reaching for her, it’s FINE, we’re all fine about it]

Sylvie: [moving so you’re kneeled more directly beside his head because you would have been giving him space there but now you can be closer and comfort him, gently patting his head as a welcome back and soothing it’s okay in one ‘don’t rush’]

Jake: [stick your tongue out at her in a playful manner and a ow look at this shit all in one because obvs you bit your tongue how could you not, finding her other hand and holding it even though you feel all weak and like you barely can because gotta say all the things you cannot with this gesture like thanks for being here and not freaking out and taking care of me and not being grossed out and sorry we got cockblocked by this and ILY basically]

Sylvie: [doing a pout like poor you but obviously we are actually sympathetic even if we’re playing it down not to be a drama queen about this, hence kissing our fingers and tapping your bitten tongue to make it better, laying down besides you in a way that allows us to hold your hand as we give it a little SQUEEZE as well as keep our eye on you, tell him how long that one was, even if we’ll save the rundown in our head for later because it won’t do anything for you right this second]

Jake: [doing an adorable lil smile and looking like the child you are, here basically giving heart eyes as he crawls even closer to her cos gotta be the closest you can be, tell her about what you’ve been told about the first one cos your 2nd one literally nobody saw but there were some peeps around for the first, however drunk and unhelpful they were and hence unreliable witnesses to what actually occurred, giving I’m glad you were here this time instead with his tone]

Sylvie: [very much cuddling back into him but letting him decide how y’all are cuddling because don’t want to crowd you until we’re sure you’re ready for that, still, must give him a forehead kiss as we listen to him, comparing the one he just had with what was said about the first ‘I told you sex was a trigger’ softly, half joking but half the tea]

Jake: [stroking her hair again but in the softest way ever as he’s talking because would feel like it’s taking you a thousand years to tell her these few deets because you’re so tired and not really with it ‘I told you lack of sleep was’ but amused and giving her a lil grin about it ‘you know, you’re meant to taste funny but you tasted like [whatever she did which is complimentary]’ cos not a symptom you had clearly]

Sylvie: [rubbing your cheek against the pad of his thumb, smiling at him, only a little sadly because kinda your fault there but also not going to say you regret it because you don’t and you both firmly believe you gotta live your lives so ‘are we camping here or do you want to get upstairs?’ because you can absolutely take that nap now sir but do you need to crash right now or can you get in bed and get comfy is the vibe, kissing his lips briefly for punctuation and as if you’re asking if you still taste of this thing]

Jake: [we all know he doesn’t regret it either and his eyes are saying so as he’s looking at her ‘do you have a bathroom down here?’ cos that’ll be the deciding factor as there’s nothing worse than properly pissing yourself and having to stay in it so you’ll wanna deal with that first before you do anything, not that you have clothes so you’re gonna have to borrow hers or her father’s but still, kissing her back as dramatically as you can which is very soft rn]

Sylvie: [nod, at first into this kiss before you are sitting yourself back up like okay, yeah, let’s do that, searching for your top to put back on because wouldn’t have done that when we had other priorities but pausing ‘do you want me to wait outside whilst you clean yourself up or?’ giving am I getting in the shower with you or at least assisting because realising it could be dangerous but also allowing you the privacy of us just being outside and coming in if you’ve been too long/we hear a thud]

Jake: [doing a lil pout like she did earlier about her putting her top back on cos playful vibes but also genuinely a bit gutted that she is and y’all got cockblocked that hard like that, genuinely considering her question because you know it would be wise to let her help you but you don’t want her to have to be acting like a carer on day 1 and that’s ultimately the urge that wins out so nod like yeah please do wait ‘Can you get me a drink for when I come out?’ cos being thirsty and having a headache are both lovely things for the aftermath]

Sylvie: [‘Promise I’ll take it off again’ cuffing his chin at this pout but we obviously mean that and are not deterred, even if for now it must be soft hours ‘Of course, I should have breakfast actually, I’ll get us a spread’ because you’ve definitely not eaten as you’d be too excited so a good idea and what you can say you’re doing and aren’t purely waiting for him ‘towels are in there’ standing up to show him where this bathroom situ is]

Jake: [pulling at it gently like you’re playfully gonna take her top off right now but using the gesture and her proximity to help you up without making a big thing of needing help, holding onto her for a sec because you both need and want to, just breathing her in for once instead of breathing on her ferally ‘Cool’ quietly but with all the feeling because it’s obvs more than that it’s a thanks and basically an ILY again]

Sylvie: [when you shamelessly would let him so you’re not even flinching, nor baulking at the way he used it to help get up off the floor, we could all use a minute, giving him the hug you’ve been wanting to, the genuine sigh of relief sounding a lot like your happy sigh because same thing and means so much more also, get this shower running for him because other people’s showers can be a law unto themselves, at least it’s probable there is a seat because Thomas injured himself dancing so you are very welcome Jake, turning to leave because now is no time to sexualise him but also gotta let him know you still are by flashing him a LOOK as you ask if there’s anything else he needs]

Jake: [Oh Thomas, love you, babe, soz we’re lowkey doing this fam so dirty health wise, this boy returning the LOOK while he takes off his top when she’s still in the room because didn’t get to before and it’s just saucy enough, not too much but still !! before you bring her back and kiss her again, it’s gotta be soft but nobody minds cos that’s a mood and a moment with the shower running and their emotions this high]

Sylvie: [just having a marvellous time making out with this boy and gently appreciating his toplessness without getting carried away, you love to see it, break apart with your own pouty noise like no, no, you must shower ‘hurry up, I miss you’ as you’re walking out]

Jake: [hurrying up because he misses her too and also he’s too tired to be faffing about and is probably doing a me where he can’t stand there for ages and ages, but it’s okay because we all get the joys of this boy only in a towel, you’re welcome, it’s what y’all deserve after what we’ve just done to you]

Sylvie: [the way we’re going to sneakily get your bottoms and wash and dry them so you can wear them home, just know it and appreciate it; for now we are WATCHING you from the kitchen moment as we’re finishing off whatever breakfast you’ve chucked together, probably fruit stuff because you know he’s that type, come over and hand him his drink, after he’s gotten himself comfy again]

Jake: [As someone who has pissed themselves a lot and knows exactly how he feels I do appreciate it v much actually, but catch him taking a drink and WATCHING her too over his glass because this is so domestic and the continental breakfast vibes are making you think about Paris]

Sylvie: [having the same thought and very much wanting to lay all over him but you have to let him hydrate and you must try to eat something lest you have your own dizzy spell, not cute, the heart eyes are so real though as we put this breakfast on the coffee table like help yourself]

Jake: [fruit is an excellent shout for how thirsty you feel just try not to go ham because an upset stomach is another thing that can happen and that wouldn’t be cute either, gesture for this girl to sit next to you and when she do feed her something, not even trying to be hot about it just being cute and domestic]

Sylvie: [again, a lovely time being had feeding each other, are going to have to kiss you also but we’ll keep it very chill in terms of how extra we could be, you can put on some chill music to match the vibe]

Jake: [the vibes are immaculate and I approve, after you’ve eaten (and smooched) you can go upstairs and lie down in her bed and snuggle that’ll be nice]

Sylvie: [y’all are teenagers so she’ll happily be able to nap with you as it’s clearly the AM and who wants to be up that early anyway; but the casual feral state of your room/bed after your night will have you BLUSHING as you’re leading him in because tidying was not a priority, doing a little sheepish grin at him because you both know]

Jake: [girls we all know his most mischievous smile is back at her own grin and most importantly her blush because rn with how tired this boy do be and the fit we’ve put him through last night feels like a million years ago so it’s lovely to have that reminder that it isn’t and let some of those mems flood back, I love the parallel of him letting his towel drop to the floor much like she did her bra earlier even though he isn’t doing it with !! saucy intent he really is just getting under these covers to snuggle and snooze, I also love that however sleepy he is he is nevertheless sat up in her bed for a minute looking around at her room and appreciating the vibes, trying to take in as many deets as he can]

Sylvie: [doing more smiling and blushing at his booty ‘cos boy's butts are always cute and funny idk why, hence we’re even doing a lil laugh but in a nice way because you’ve never been in this domestic a situation with a boy before and it’s weird but also you love it, whilst he’s looking around your room, rooting through your drawers for a slouchy pair of PJ bottoms or joggers he can put on after your snooze ‘you already knew I was a terrible hostess’ as you’re crouched in front of these drawers, looking at him in your bed, because giving sorry about the mess vibes]

Jake: [when you have been in this domestic a situation before because your gf literally lives with you so this should be weird/you should be feeling all types of ways rn that you’re just not because you also love it ‘cool room though’ with way more feeling than that suggests because whatever vibe she’s got going on he’d be here for it, both in the ways they are similar and the ways they are different, truly, gesturing for her to come and get in this bed with you like it’s the most natural and obvious thing in the world ever despite how naked you are and what a first this is]

Sylvie: [hurrying over to get in this bed with him, again, as if this is something you’ve done with anyone in this context, never mind him, no hesitation in also slipping under these covers, facing him so the ‘thanks’ is so unnecessarily in his grill, smoothing his hair out on your pillow]

Jake: [likewise 0 hesitation in getting really comfy immediately and wrapping his entire body around hers so entirely like he’s wordlessly saying thanks back for everything she did with how !! and cosy this snuggle is, no notes]

Sylvie: [doing the tiniest gasp into his neck, hugging him back and somehow making it tighter like you could be any closer, giving him some really soft kisses over his whole neck/face area like the you’re welcome it is]

Jake: [doing a happy sigh about it all because it’s the only acceptable response ‘thanks for giving me another chance’ because she really did not have to and he knows that, said so quietly into her skin like that’s nbd instead of something you mean with your whole heart]

Sylvie: [‘I understood’ with a microscopic shrug because you don’t want him to move away from you at all but you did, even if it was embarrassing and you were in the !! trenches, he has a girlfriend, you don’t feel as if you can really be offended by him trying to do the right thing there, speaking as quietly as he is, constantly touching him in the softest ways rn ‘and I’m glad I did, you’re alright’ understatement of the century purposefully there]

Jake: [a nod that turns into a soft but not little and very !! neck kiss because he isn’t and doesn’t want to move away either but she does understand him better than anyone rn and that’s just tea ‘I’m glad we’re friends again’ while he’s doing the absolute most kissing her neck obvs]

Sylvie: [just here silently, but not really because you’re breathing is crazy, pulling whatever you have on your bottom half down, shifting closer to him to get out of these clothes so he’s not alone in his nakedness, again, no thought to hesitation here ‘you’re a good friend’ with all the sincerity and !!]

Jake: [helping her get out of these clothes because you just wanna but also you don’t want her to have to move too much from the insanely close proximity that y’all are in cos you only wanna get closer if anything, catch him just running his hands over her body the way he did not get to do earlier, gently because you still feel weak and tired and all the things, but very intentionally]

Sylvie: [‘look at me again’ almost a question with how much it’s not a demand right now because we want to repeat the moment you were having before your seizure even if it is purely this moment and this moment alone, getting your top off over your head too so he can, love that you’re even more naked than you were, it’s giving progression, putting your hands on his shoulders, where you pushed him before in the kitchen, just reliving every moment you’ve had thus far and being so !! but soft]

Jake: [we love to see it, once again the vibes are immaculate well done lads, LOOKING at her with even more !! than earlier because you weren’t fully in the moment then with that seizure about to happen and you so are now, however tired, hence you gotta rub your face right after from how hard you were STARING at her unblinkingly for what feels like forever, running his hands over her body again with even more !! for this extra nakedness cos didn’t get to touch her boobs earlier and that’s a tragedy, finally PULLING her into him so they are even more tangled up than before, kissing her on the mouth with SUCH intensity even though it’s soft and romantic not like feral and frenzied, literally missing at one point cos of the sleepiness so he’s kissing her face and being the most]

Sylvie: [giving him just as much attention, truly giving how we were watching that scene with the way we refuse to look away, constantly inching closer to whatever part of him we’re looking at now, testing with our hands and then an individual finger and then just our nails, trying to make him feel how his looks and touches are making us feel, mirroring but only in vibe not in what you’re doing if that makes sense, the way this kiss is EVERYTHING and we’re so readily coming at his face with the same makeout energy like he meant to do it, just out here licking your face so indecently but the heart eyes energy of it all is still so real]

Jake: [it makes total sense and we’re all here for it, hence I’m gonna be nice and let y’all have a makeout sesh for a minute here that then turns into him kissing her everywhere on her body he can reach with how pressed together theirs are, before his eyes keep closing, despite how extra we wanna be with all our heart eyes and LOOKS whenever there’s the slightly pause for breath or anything, and he literally yawns so neither of y’all can ignore it, hard as he’s been trying to]

Sylvie: [stroking his face as he’s yawning, pulling him closer to you again and gesturing for him to get comfortable and just snaking your body around his when he does, finding one of his hands under the covers and bringing it to your mouth clasped in your own hand to kiss like a promise of more later, resting your head on his shoulder to look at him ‘night, Jake’ like it isn’t the morning because we don’t care what time it is, it feels like an endless continuation from your feralness from actual last night and you’re both finally crashing properly]

Jake: [getting so comfy and making his hold of her an even tighter one, tight like he’s relieved he can be that !! because he’s been feeling so weak up to now and this is more like his usual self, pulling her head from his shoulder to his chest like he did on the sofa, stroking her hair again as he kisses it, on her ear so he can say it back to her into it like a sleepy but hot af whisper, calling her her nickname again obvs because all the feeling]

Sylvie: [not you sleepily drawing an ‘S’ over the pec your head isn’t on over and over, lowkey hypnotising yourself to sleep with the repetition and the comforting feel of his chest going up and down beneath you, doing a happy sigh once again because you really like this nickname and I feel like it isn’t one anyone else calls you particularly so it feels like it is just for y’all which is why you like it so much]

Jake: [lowkey hypnotising this boy to sleep as well, we know because it’s a nice feeling and a simple enough letter that he can decode what you’re doing and is ofc into it, saying something that would sound like sleepy nonsense but is actually you telling yourself to remember an idea of a lyric that you just this second had, trying to make sure you don’t forget it when you wake up, and will make sense to her later when she hears said song like omg OH and yeah I 10000% agree with you about the nickname btw it’s so them vibes because the french of it all that there’s no reason why it needs to have been anyone else’s go to at any point, go to sleep though sir, you need it] 

Sylvie: [we will let y’all fall to sleep and stop waffling but sorry y’all are really cute and there’s nothing to be done about that, shipping it so wholeheartedly]

Jake: [so do I, don’t mind me, in as deep as them, but yeah get some zzz because there’s no reason you can’t sleep for hours and hours uninterrupted and he’ll feel so much better for it]

Sylvie: [will be kind and say you wake up before anyone gets home because I want to and that’s still giving hours and hours, always love that moment when you wake up and have the split second of not remembering something and then this boy is here in your bed, cuddled into you so hard and it’s like OH, practically making a noise so akin to that OH as this hits you as you’re rubbing your eyes and doing a satisfied yawn ‘cos that was clearly a fire nap]

Jake: [I agree, clearly Meena had a full day of busy author things to be getting on with so there’s no reason for her to be back early but we gotta give them some time before he needs to be home instead of having to just wake up and run, he’ll likewise have the same moment of wtf and where am I but smiling so big when the realisation hits and he’s woken up by her, quiet as she was, because of how close they still are ‘I thought I dreamt it’ as the first thing you say because every moment has been such immaculate vibes]

Sylvie: [doing an apologetic but ultimately buzzing so not really that sorry grin back at him for waking him up, biting your bottom lip as you pinch his cheek with the bants of making sure he isn’t but there’s some !! behind it because pinching yourself was mentioned last night and we both remember that ‘morning’ with the same cheeky energy]

Jake: [we do all remember so pinching her side with even more !! because I’m sure he had an arm around her waist or whatever in a way that felt casual in contrast to how much that’s not, LOOKING at her as if y’all weren’t asleep a sec ago with how intense and suddenly focused it is]

Sylvie: [holding either side of his face and pressing your forehead against his chin when you make a NOISE about how he’s now holding you around your waist and LOOKING at you because you can’t handle any of it]

Jake: [when you’ve gotta make a NOISE of your own about hers because you’re likewise not at all fine or casual about any of this, really trying to PULL her entire body into yours as if you could get any closer so really you’re just leaving more bruises like you said you would, letting her know how much better you feel with how !! you’re capable of being now]

Sylvie: [LOOKING up at him, firmly yet with the softness from before pressing your fingers into his cheeks, feeling how sharp his cheekbones and then jawline are like your eyes are deceiving you ‘you look good’ casual words said so uncasually because the double meaning of how much better he looks compared to earlier as well as how into him we are right now, pushing into his hands in approval, wanting more]

Jake: [‘I feel better’ it’s obvious and casual words of your own but you gotta say it in a tone that conveys both how much you do and how much is down to her because that nap was fire and we all know the reasons why, pushing his body into hers with the same energy]

Sylvie: [‘you feel fucking incredible’ as a gasp essentially because y’all are so close and you can feel everything and you’re so about it, having to kiss him to stop yourself saying anything else/making any more noises THAT blatant, pushing his hands up from your waist to your chest insistently]

Jake: [soft hours are over sis so he will be kissing her back hard like the makeout sesh they were having earlier before we rudely interrupted them and touching her chest with 0 hesitation but with all the !! he did not earlier, doing a lil moan into her mouth about it]

Sylvie: [pinching him again in the most feral way you can, aka paying attention to his nips right now because you need to be as !! but you can’t do anything to leave a mark atm so this is a safe bet as well as as unhinged as you want to be with this boy, panting softly in contrast to how hard everything else is]

Jake: [catch him biting her tongue in response, obvs nowhere near as he did his, soft in contrast to how hard the kisses are, as if he isn’t allowed to leave a mark either but wants them to be matching, going even harder with how he’s touching her boobs rn, really doing the most but we’ve always gotta do more so kissing his way down to them until he’s eventually there having left a trail of frankly unhinged kisses and licks along the way, doing all the kissing and sucking and licking once he is like it’s his job]

Sylvie: [the disbelief turned pure pleasure that plays out as your eyes widen and then roll in your head at this tongue bite, such a strangely muffled moan about it which also gets you because sounds not dissimilar to when you had to gag yourself about it before, letting your hands follow the trail he is leaving, touching yourself where he has touched you, like you’re making reminders, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing his head against your body, as if he’s thinking of leaving]

Jake: [we all know he’s thinking of and being reminded of the same things and is equally feral about it hence continuing to do the absolute most, here knowing we’re leaving all the marks known to man and we couldn’t be happier about it, just when it feels like he’s gonna do this all day though, moving down, giving the same treatment to her stomach and her hips for again what feels like forever but eventually pausing to LOOK up at her because gotta ask her permission to go there and do that even though last night she said she couldn’t wait for him to taste her and we’re likewise remembering that vividly, you know she hasn’t done this before, so gotta check she irl does wanna]

Sylvie: [LOOKING back at him, propping yourself up on your elbows so you really can, looking at all the marks he’s made on you and thrusting yourself almost into him like SO close to his mouth it’s like you are teasing him on purpose but it was just your genuine reaction to the sight ‘can I… take a picture of you, even just a before and after, you look like [the man from the film]’ and we want to memorise this and obsess over it just as much as that scene, frankly]

Jake: [when he was so shady about Libi always having her camera out and we all just know he isn’t letting China take content of him either unless it’s literally like him performing and band content he can post, but as Taylor would say it hits different cos it’s her and he’s so readily agreeing to this and his ‘yeah’ is not at all casual]

Sylvie: [mhmmmmm, the way we are not usually this girl either and I imagine your socials are pretty scant for a girl even if not as hard as his are because boys are like it as a rule practically and he has his personal vendetta too; but you simply gotta to a degree you don’t even understand but it is a must ‘and I want you to record it, how it sounds when you make me yours’ because all remember he said you gotta be his and we intend to be]

Jake: [I love it for you lads, I truly do, iconic of y’all, nobody talk to me about the way he LOOKS at her when she says that because he remembers too but the way it hits hearing her use the words irl is EVERYTHING, here moaning her nickname fully as he starts to do this, kissing her thighs first and doing the absolute most like he did everywhere else, me here like, when was the last time you did any of this for your gf Jake? Because it completely gives something he’d do at the start before they’ve had sex and aren’t trying to rush into it but then not something he’d do once they are, soz but it’s true and I had to say it]

Sylvie: [NODDING like he needs the confirmation that you’re serious and you mean it when it’s so blatant in your !! energy that is filling this room right now in the anticipation for everything to come ‘I think your name might always make me wet now, it’s a problem’ as a confession that comes tumbling out of your lips in response to your own name being moaned, because you absolutely were his incessantly last night and we all know it; meanwhile my boo says someone had to say it and she’s so real lmao]

Jake: [this boy going for it like he’s gotta check to see if what she said is true and how wet she is and thus how big of a ‘problem’ it is and that’s the only way, letting her take as many pics as she wants to as though he’s that bitch before reaching for her phone to put it right by his head and press record because god knows where his is rn and we’re not stopping to find that]

Sylvie: [almost smashing your head into your headboard with the force you have to throw it back to make the most noise about this, balling up your fists in the sheets ‘they were soaked’ which feels like no exaggeration with how hard and long y’all were going so we mean it ‘do I taste like [whatever he said you did post-seizure]?’ not said for the benefit of this recording but it’s all going to be here along with how indecent everything he’s doing sounds]

Jake: [when you hear her almost crack her skull but you’re not stopping for that either, soz gal, he’ll check you’re okay after I promise but rn we’re too !! tell her about the state of you cos whatever set up you had and wherever you were you were also cumming all over everything, whether that’s tissues you can tell her you used like a full box of or whatever the vibe was, we know what I’m saying and it’s that he was as extra, also telling her she tastes like an elevated version of whatever he said earlier, somehow, because duh even better]

Sylvie: [‘the way you could feed me every single one’ shaking our head and doing the hottest lol because an unhinged thing to say and mean with your whole chest, which is apparent in how desperately we’re grinding against your tongue about it, whining full 🥺 because the nicest thing you’ve ever heard and you can’t cope]

Jake: [do your own hot lol about it which will kill her because you’re not pausing any of your antics, instead getting your fingers involved too because gotta do the most in response to those sorts of reactions and give her more]

Sylvie: [doing an OMG gasp and giggle like that tickled but you’re also beyond obsessed with how it felt and he knows it from the way you are again using his hair to keep him where he is ‘I’ve never gone this far, been touched like this by someone else’ it was obvious and he knew but you’re still saying it if only to showcase how hard it is to speak]

Jake: [laugh again at how she’s holding you hostage by your hair like oh you but really you just wanna give her that feeling again ‘Is it okay?’ said not like you need permission/are checking that she is but like you want her to tell you how good it is, because of course you do]

Sylvie: [try your hardest to tell him how good this is without overthinking it, the only thing making you pause is the way you have to catch your breath from the way you are panting at this point ‘like my body was made for this and anything and everything else is a waste of time?’ letting go of your grip on his hair like you expect a response because you do wanna know how he feels too]

Jake: [‘for me’ because you couldn’t agree more sis, you feel like you could do this forever and that has nothing to do with getting your energy back after this fire nap, doing the most like you’ve really gotta make the point she’s yours and like you weren’t already doing what you both thought was the most before, surprising yourself a lil bit with how slay you’re being because we all know damn well you weren’t when you did this before, soz but it’s again too true]

Sylvie: [‘yours’ for the confirmation no one needed that you are there and you feel it, running your hands the entire length of your body for emphasis like all of me because you are slaying this for us and you are getting all the confirmation]

Jake: [you likewise don’t need to say ‘mine’ back like y’all are stuck in another loop but you are and you do, catch him pinching her inner thigh so hard rn because they both can’t believe this is happening and it is so slay]

Sylvie: [we love a loop and it’s going to be getting closer and closer the closer we get, volleying these words off each other with the !! that is growing with every second ‘is that what it feels like?’ as an interruption at the sharp shock and how it’s got you THINKING about when you eventually go all the way with this boy]

Jake: [my boo says that’s so y’all’s vibe and she’s so right for that, he clearly isn’t a bitch who usually repeats himself but you better believe he’s out here doing that in every possible indecent tone he can, in answer to her question ‘it feels like this’ and giving her the most !! lovebite, really going to town with it because you know she will love that and so do you and you’re just letting her know how much you wanna have sex with her as if that wasn’t blatant]

Sylvie: [got to love making a boy chattier than he ever is, with all the positive feedback, how could you not both get lost in this moment like you truly are the only people who exist and there’s 0 chance of anyone interrupting when you’re teens so that is never true, no fucks given, out here doing the UNHOLIEST noise about the lovebite and saying his name as indecently as you ever have]

Jake: [you’re both welcome we’ve been rude and cockblocky enough that we aren’t hitting you with a very real parental interruption because at this age that is so possible and Meena would have no reason to knock not even knowing this boy is here, I’m sure everyone’s notp has been walked in by Jake’s mum and/or sister and it was mortifying, but we don’t need to think about that when we can think about him pulling all the stops to make her keep making the unholiest noises ever]

Sylvie: [it’s bound to happen but not today, you are owed this uninterrupted glory for the baptism of fire we put y’all through, soz not soz, have to be here asking him ‘when?’]

Jake: [‘When you’re ready’ like he’s just being a caring and supportive no pressure kinda lad but we’re saying that too indecently and exactly like we want her to say how ready she is now/beg him to do it because again, of course]

Sylvie: [‘make me ready for you’ giving back the exact same energy because now it’s a game of who will end up breaking first casually and we’re as about this as we have been everything else]

Jake: [yet again so y’all’s vibes, catch him literally trying to kill her with how extra he’s being in response to that, no notes]

Sylvie: [when you raise your head again to smirk at him like I win because you can’t actually lose in this scenario but you’re only able to MOAN whilst LOOKING directly at him and that kills you so hard]

Jake: [this just turning into a staring contest while they both MOAN and he continues to put his all into making her cum is too real, living your best lives lads]

Sylvie: [your eyes only moving from his to LOOK at this phone just as meaningfully because now you’re imagining how all of this has sounded and that it’ll sound even more feral when you start to cum for him momentarily and you’re so about it you can’t even verbalise, your mouth is just open like !!]

Jake: [truly wishing for his phone (who is he and when has he ever) so that he could take a million pics of her rn like this because dare not use hers in case he accidentally stopped the recording which would be too devastating to risk, tell her how much she sounds like the gal from the film though because she’ll love that as much as you did when she said you looked like the dude] 

Sylvie: [THE biggest smile ever because you do, even if you have to immediately pull the pillow he was sleeping on over your face because you’re too close to be having those big feelings, shaking your head like I cannot]

Jake: [his ‘look at me’ being said the second she pulls that pillow over her face because you just gotta, evil of you but we wouldn’t have it any other way, the way his voice sounds making it clear she has no choice about this]

Sylvie: [when all you can see are her 🥺 eyes peeping over this pillow because we’re afraid of how hard we’re going to lose it but also DYING to show you if it’s anything like last night was for you, which it will be]

Jake: [doing the hottest ever 😏 at her because she did that for you and you know you could make her do anything atm, rewarding her with an even more indecent lovebite because it starts out so slow and soft but then is so !!]

Sylvie: [pushing the pillow down and hugging it to our chest like we gotta literally brace ourselves here ‘fuck you’ at this smirk but it’s said like a fuck me, absolutely, before the lovebite just has us out here being blatant with it ‘fuck me’]

Jake: [doing the hottest lol at her fuck you before the fuck me has you back doing the most because taking it as the instruction it is duh, out here not even pausing for breath or anything so breathing absolutely insanely as per]

Sylvie: [reaching out to clutch his face to yours, saying his name like you’re trying to find him and you can’t ‘I need you’ never been truer, putting your legs around him to pull him closer]

Jake: [shamelessly kissing her so that she knows what she tastes like 1. And 2. So that then he can start over the whole kissing down her entire body shenanigans, doing the most at every step of the way until he’s right back where he was, love that we’re really acting like we have all day here to do this because it cannot be overstated how long he’s taking for the makeout sesh and to kiss her everywhere and how indecently, like sir you do have a home to go to]

Sylvie: [will be kissing your tongue the extra way we could not earlier but have wanted to ever since ‘how mean of me’ like your poor injured tongue, I did not even stop to think, doing a hot lol because we all know there is nothing else he’d rather be doing, as is apparent when he cannot resist kissing you all over again ‘stay’ like he doesn’t have a home to go to and he can ‘until we pass out again’]

Jake: [saying ‘here’ in a way that’s not coherent because of how deep inside her his tongue is like yes I shall, right here forever and always it’s fine, no notes, just here being as feral at eating her out as he ever has]

Sylvie: [‘I’m your-’ going to say home but being cut off by the biggest orgasm you have ever had, which is, only fittingly, repeating and building into multiples you wouldn’t even be able to count right now if you tried]

Jake: [both of y’all shooketh by that in the best way because he’s never seen or caused anything like it and she’s never felt anything like it, you’ve earnt collapsing on this bed beside her as she tries to recover remotely, both of you take several moments to process this, we’ve left the recording running still and I love that]

Sylvie: [just here breathing like you’ve ran a marathon, feeling like you could die but in this moment you’d be okay with it because happy doesn’t cover the literal euphoria, finding his hand and giving it the weakest SQUEEZE but a SQUEEZE nonetheless because holy shit]

Jake: [his breathing definitely as insane 100% hence we’re letting this recording run to catch it for a bit longer before turning it off, using his free hand to push her hair off her flushed and sweaty face, blowing it too like he did earlier ‘Do you want some water?’ because she got some for him before and he’s more than willing to return the favour]

Sylvie: [closing your eyes as he tickles your face with these softer antics, smiling, putting out your other hand ‘pass me my phone?’ because you need to take your after photos of him, first and foremost]

Jake: [do pass her that phone, yet more evidence of how here for it you are that you’re not even playfighting her or anything about it]

Sylvie: [telling him how long you were recording when your eyes can properly register the screen, giving you are shook by how long he kept that up as well as how the hell did I manage to last that long ‘no wonder you did that to me’ like how could I not lose it in a way I never have before, taking pictures of him, the heart eyes in the way we’re getting every angle humanly possible rn]

Jake: [shamelessly giving her heart eyes back because he’s in too deep and he can’t not, love that she’ll capture his shook expression too when she tells him how long they were at that]

Sylvie: [nodding like I know, casually, very shakily and slowly, straddling him like you need to for the shot and not just because you want to ‘no pressure or anything, but I’m going to need you to do that every day now’ like lol not living without it thank you]

Jake: [when you were gonna do a hot lol or say something sassy but in no world is he not the most turned on he’s ever been + naked so her straddling him just causes the most indecent GASP of all time ‘no pressure, but I’m going to need you to do something for me right now’]

Sylvie: [taking his dick in your hands, doing your own gasp at the way it is throbbing, shuddering as you slide him between your legs, being so wet you can easily create a smooth rhythm by rocking your hips back and forth slowly, hissing through your teeth as you let him enter you, only as far as his tongue could ‘how does that feel?’ after you’ve once again hit record]

Jake: [just doing the MOST unholy sound you’ve ever made in response because it feels so good that it’s all you can do, once again no notes, out here being super dramatic as per usual]

Sylvie: [trying to maintain the most torturously slow rhythm ever but the way this feels for you is already making you feral again too, leaning down to suck and kiss and bite at his chest, basically only his nips because you know you’re going to get carried away and you can’t mark his skin]

Jake: [likewise trying to keep up with the pace she’s set and also not put more of yourself inside her each time you thrust in and out than she did but you’re feeling as feral and definitely going to get carried away too, so absolutely pushing the full length into her when she is being !! with his nips, soz but he cannot help it]

Sylvie: [the way you will feel the sharp intake of breath we do on your skin followed by the shuddering exhale and spluttering, wet moan as you fully penetrate us ‘you have it, you have my virginity’ as if you actually can’t believe it, pressing your forehead into his chest as you ride this feeling out with a groan straining behind your bitten lips ‘Jake, take it more’ just in case he was under any illusion you wanted to stop this]

Jake: [when you genuinely did not mean to and you were gonna try your hardest to go back to just the tip after that one slip up truly but then her mentioning her virginity has you losing your mind because realising that you can’t just and then she’s also telling you she didn’t want you to, so letting yourself do this instead of holding back]

Sylvie: [kind of in disbelief that this is happening but in the best possible way, like this is all a dream again, hence pinching yourself as you unfold again, sitting up straighter so he can see you pinching your own nips about it ‘it feels better’ like you gotta let him know how good this feels]

Jake: [we’re all in shock and awe rn, this boy especially, because y’all are out here not using no protection or nothing, being so reckless like you’re in a committed relationship and old, LOOKING at her as he WATCHES her do that ‘I don’t care if it’s a trigger’ because likewise, would risk having another fit rn or a million of them if it means they can keep doing this]

Sylvie: [the way you’re both giving no thoughts just vibes so hard, iconic tbh, gotta do what you gotta do, which right now is touching on our body where he is inside us because again, can’t believe it is happening and that this is all possible ‘that’s you’ as the most !! statement]

Jake: [it’s fine we all know Alison would come through with a morning after pill if you needed it and via Mags if you didn’t wanna say it was for you, whether or not she’s actually had sex herself or not by this point, you’re welcome for that lads cos not a thought in your heads about it, he’s just here going in deeper inside her ofc]

Sylvie: [y’all are truly welcome for the freakout you don’t need to have later because there isn’t a remote chance of you stopping now and that couldn’t be clearer in how we’re laying on top of him instead of straddling sitting up 1. So we can kiss him about this but 2. So we are closer and you’re deeper inside us still]

Jake: [oh good have a lovely makeout sesh while you go at this so you don’t say anything too extra because I’m saving the first ILY for when they run away to Paris and not a moment before so shh bitch, the way this is gonna get you so close to cumming because you are deeper and y’all are closer and kissing, they’re definitely not stopping]

Sylvie: [my boo says you shut your mouth sir and she is so right, as she is for saying you’re both going to cum so fast because no one was prepared for this, hence ‘I want your cum’ is as true as it is encouragement because he doesn’t need to hold on for our sake here]

Jake: [mhmm, and rn he’s gotta because he’s literally 14 years old he doesn’t have the self control to not, even Ronan did it and he didn’t even like Carly like that so, when the feelings are CLEARLY this high and she’s saying what’s probably the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to you, then yeah, you’re gonna cum so hard that you’re once again shook by it]

Sylvie: [nobody move, nobody is able, just here collapsed on top of him, dead, once again, trying to get your breathing back under control, only moving a literal finger to draw another ‘S’ on his skin, wherever is easiest to reach]

Jake: [soz I love it because if he’d had the opportunity he would’ve got really in his head about making her first time ‘special’ because he’s been that bitch and China is that sentimental girlie and y’all are not the notp and it doesn’t need to be that, so just try vaguely to recover/wait it out to see if sex is a trigger and you are gonna have another fit, which thankfully you aren’t, while you basically hold onto her for dear life]

Sylvie: [it would be really awkward if you ‘gave’ him another seizure but thankfully all triggers are only possible and it isn’t a guaranteed or idk what you would do lol, raising your head on one side to look at him for the first time since you both lost yourself in that moment, like are you okay/was that okay, just praying you’re still on the same page and it’s not about to go south]

Jake: [I like to think he’s looking at her with the exact same are you okay/was that okay questions in his eyes because it was her first time and he cares, like literally at the same moment he’s about to ask her when he sees that she’s asking him too with a look, so smiling like oh what we like] 

Sylvie: [smiling back until it’s a grin ‘we just had sex’ like can you actually believe that because what a wild ride you two have been on to get here]

Jake: [‘I didn’t hurt you’ not as a question but as a statement because he didn’t and he said he didn’t want to and wouldn’t again, even though it would be more physical if he had rn and you were mainly talking emotionally then]

Sylvie: [‘next time’ before kissing the tip of his nose ‘cos you’re playing with him, finally rolling off top of him and laying beside him again, covering you both up with your duvet so you don’t get cold now the sweat y’all are covered in is cooling off ‘I didn’t know who I would do that with’ because the kind of thing you start to think about at this sort of age and then she was in her it’s never happening moment because of the diagnosis]

Jake: [doing a hot lol like oh you, grabbing her again and snuggling her once she’s got the covers over you both like she needs the extra warmth and you don’t just want to ‘I didn’t know we would yet’ because whatever ego you have you didn’t come here expecting that she’d do it all today even though you wanted to]

Sylvie: [‘why wait?’ spoken into the crook of his arm as you snuggle down because you can’t think of a reason, not now, ‘I mean-’ doing your tiny shrug that doesn’t displace you again because you know you should care he has a girlfriend but you’d be lying if you said you cared enough to let it effect this]

Jake: [you likewise can’t think of a reason and you’re not gonna force yourself to try, not now, repeating the ‘nothing’s stopping us’ that you said before like it’s y’all’s catchphrase because lowkey it is]