#i used this to vent some of my sappy Sorry this also means i had to post ur ask weird so this post wasnt 50 pages 😭

[adventuringblind]

Speaking of ghoulverse, will you post a max verstappen ghoulverse headcanons?

Ghoulverse Headcanons: Max

(Sorry this took me a million years to get to! I kept waiting because I had so much going on T_T)

Max has a lot to him so fair warning that this is going to be long and maybe confusing in some areas if you have no prior knowledge.

search maxverstappen.ghoulverse or ghoulverse on my page if you want to learn more!

Reminder that the central plot point is that ghouls eat humans. This is inherently gory and violent.

HC's under the cut!

Appearance:

Max is in the royal bloodline

Why?

Because demon prince Max sounded hot so I made it a thing.

The royal bloodline has a few specific things that are unique to them

Wings and crowned horns being two of them.

He's got this dragon look going for him and has scales that cover anything that's not inherently human looking.

Total there are eight horns, four on each side and all varying in size and shape.

Basically compensating for the lack of a real crown by his horns looking like one.

He will purr if the back left one is scratched

THE SCALES RETAIN HEAT

Basically these massive dragon looking wings can ac as a blanket.

Elongated canines, dark eyes, and pointed ears are something all ghouls have.

There are references in his tag and I'm to lazy to link everything.

Abilities:

Again, royal ghouls get to do cool shit

As in, biting someone like a vampire will turn them into a ghoul

TECHNICALLY SPEAKING

Le king of the ghouls gets the cool jedi mind tricks and can hypnotize humans.

Max would inherit this ability and has a very weak version of it already

Also - I mean - he can fly

So that's cool

As a mate:

doesn't like using his status but will if it means keeping you safe.

Provider and protector at heart.

Ghoul mate would be easiest because there wouldn't be any ahem changes.

Human mate would be turned ghoul because there isn't a way around it.

BUT!

If a partner didn't want that then he wouldn't do it

When he hits those things that I still don't have a name for, expect lots of either sappy love making or the most inhuman pace.

There is no in-between.

His mood swings during those are also extreme and he'll vent a lot.

He's actually just a crow and brings his partner weird things he finds on people while out hunting as tokens of his affection.

And you know - also food.

Max will always be a provider FIRST.

But he'd also prefer not to hunt if he can manage it.

He wants humans and ghouls to find a balance and work together and won't jeopardize that if possible.

Sometimes though, desperate times call for desperate measures and he has to look elsewhere.

He's also protective and will not hesitate to protect a human mate by decorating them with his own horns.

Also his scales when they fall out.

He used to put them under his pillow thinking he would get money for them.

Sex:

HORNYHORNYHORNY

Has the stamina to go for AGES

On the off chance he has come back from hunting... he's gonna be riled up

Won't wash

needs sex

Apologizes and cleans everything up after

Somebody hit on his partner?

Yeah, best believe they will be smelling like him and sex for DAYS.

Growly possessive boy.

He just needs lots of love okay?

Extras:

eventually when Max takes the crown, he trusts his partner to be his second and help him keep the world in one piece.

He also trusts her to keep the younger of the tribe out of trouble.

cough Oscar and Lando cough

Tribe will always mean more to him then blood

He's loyal and once his trust is earned, it's hard to lose.

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

Just wanted to say that despite all the chaos Jungkook caused in my head and feelings today, he also gave me the biggest serotonin boost 🥺🥺🥺 Just seeing him thrive and loving the song so much and how excited he looked during the performance and ugh I love him.

I haven't felt the happiest recently for reasons that are still kind of a mistery to me. I even haven't been sleeping well the past couple of days, I must have gotten four hours of sleep last night. And yet!!! Not once did I feel tired today, from the second I decided to stop trying to fall back asleep at 7 am and just watch the mv, to now as I'm writing this.

He had me walking around with a smile singing to myself all day, with the song, the mv, the performance and his live, and I'm so thankful for that 🥺🥺🥺 He just somehow always knows when we need him, doesn't he?

Anyway, it's been a really happy and chaotic day today so I won't keep being sappy. How are you feeling after all that today's been, Rid 😳😳😳 Sending you lots of loveeee 💞💞💞

iveeeh!!

oh my god, truly. he really really does love the song, and as an artist, what's more important than being happy with your work?

how do i feel? as menacing as the song itself is, he really made my day. caught myself being overwhelmed in the best way possible :') for some reason it felt like a national holiday lmao like i still cannot believe he actually gave us that song. ugh, i truly did need him, too, and he came through as he always does. if there was a way to tell him what he means to me, i wouldn't hesitate to do so.

i'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well lately :( being in a bad mood for no reason sucks so much. but i'm here if you ever wanna vent, maybe it helps talking about those bad feelings without knowing the source. also, try lavender drops? i know they help ppl fall asleep sometimes !! and i'm also loving that weighted blanket, so maybe that? whatever it is, i hope you feel better very soon 🤍

[aetherknit]

hi nobu -- first off i want to say that this feels like such a massive understatement but THANK you. this honestly made me tear up. i think we are all hurting for kindness a bit right now and something so unprovoked and heartfelt made my entire week so much brighter. you are the only anon i have who still signs off, and in a way, you are a familiar face to me too ❤️🫂 thank you for your kindness, always.

i also want to echo your sentiments about the creativity in this fandom; i have had far more articulate friends talk about how unique this fandom was in its ability to self-sustain -- every day i saw artists and writers creating, i was inspired soo often (even when i didnt have the energy to follow through) despite a lack of content. although it hurts a lot (A. LOT. sorry to everyone thats heard me cry about this since it started) that things ended the way they did, what i loved most about this place was always and always will be the community.

i have never had such an amazing opportunity to connect with other artists, other writers, to collaborate -- i have grown a crazy amount because of every person on dtblr (especially the ones who supported me when my art was um... Well). i literally could not begin to list every person who has changed my life here, but in some ways, i feel like i can; this place has always felt close-knit and uplifting in a way no other fandom has to me, and im so grateful so many disbanded dtblr blogs left breadcrumbs to their new ventures. even though we may disconnect and fade away from each other over time, what we've had is so bright and irreplaceable -- i can't even pretend to regret my time here :) even beyond a creativity standpoint, posting here and talking to everyone was always a blast. one of the things that made me bawl in those first few days was thinking about losing all the silly inside jokes we had -- in some stupid ways, i feel like its graduation and dtblr is my homeroom class 😭

i am so so touched to hear about the fic, even if you never show me or never finish. it sounds corny but every single piece of writing or art i inspired is deeply meaningful to me. they represent the best part of being here, and ive looked back on fics dedicated to me or even my old DTIYS more than anyone could ever know. maybe someday youll be able to convert it into something new and share it anyway :) i would love to read it

i have given so much of myself to this fandom over the last 2 years (almost exactly, haha! i watched my first drm video on my birthday), and i have always been treated with overwhelming kindness. thank you for being part of what made everything so special 💗💗💗 much much love

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia Fluff Alphabet

One anon asked for an N fluff alphabet and another asked for just any N content, so I hope this sates you both!

Not proof read so rip me

Enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

Rather expectantly, N loves looking after Pokemon with you! Whether you’re playing with, feeding or tending to them, he really enjoys seeing you being so sweet and kind to cute little mons and giant scary monsters alike.

He also loves just snuggling up with you and playing with each other’s’ hair. He really cherishes that kind of gentle, intimate affection.

Other than that, he really enjoys doing mundane things with you, stuff like going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, gardening etc, even before you live together. There’s something very comforting about it.

Oh, and he loves dancing with you!

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires your kindness obviously, but also your determination and resilience! He thinks you’re so strong, and in turn, it emboldens him too!

As for physical beauty? He loves your smile, even just a little quirk of your lips makes him so happy. It’s just so precious!

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

N isn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but he definitely tries his best to offer you support. Usually he just sits with you and lets you vent, or cry into his shoulder, often bringing a cute pokemon with him to cheer you up. He also likes bringing you on walks, hoping it might clear your head.

His words of affirmation, though few, are quite powerful, so you know he means them.

When he’s sad, he’d like to be treated in a similar fashion, just quiet support and cute Pokemon

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

N doesn’t really know how he wants his life to go, the only thing he’s certain of is that he wants to continue improving the relationships between humans and Pokemon, and that he wants to be with you for the rest of time.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

Due to his lack of experience, he’s definitely more on the passive side, preferring to let you take the lead when it comes to dates and stuff. Though he has no problem asserting himself (gently) if he wants to do something else instead.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

N hates fighting with you, absolutely despises it, so he tends to avoid it when he can. Inevitably, like in all relationships, you end up in a few spats. He’s never mean to you, but he does try talk over you and has a habit of just walking out instead of working out the issue right away. Really he just goes for a walk to calm him down, and he’s usually back in an hour or two, but you probably don’t solve your disagreement until the next day.

He finds it quite easy to admit fault and apologise, so you don’t have to weasel a ‘sorry’ out of him. And due to his earnest nature, you know he means it.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

When N gives a gift, most of the time, he doesn’t even realise it. He just sees something he thinks you’d like and just gives it to you without a second thought. Usually it’s pretty flora or candy, occasionally it’s a plush. Sometimes you get gifts very often, sometimes it’s weeks, maybe months, between each present.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

N can be described as blissfully confused when in love. So soft and blushy and not totally sure what he’s feeling, but he sure does love it, and you. His Pokemon friends pick up on it immediately and root for the two of you.

Unintentionally brags. He just thinks you’re swell and tends to bring that up often, but he’s not trying to gloat.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

You seemed to handle that little joltik so carefully as you returned it to its mother galvantula, without an ounce of fear or malice in your eyes, and truly only kindness in your heart. It made him feel so at ease, like he had found a kindred spirit.

Not only was he right, he also found his soulmate too,

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

N doesn’t quite understand jealousy. Like, you love each other, what does he have to worry about? He likes your friends a lot, and he finds anybody who tries to flirt with you more annoying than anything else

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

At the beginning, N’s kisses are sweet but awkward, he’s so new to it, so he’s a bit afraid he might make a mistake. As your relationships progresses though, he becomes more comfortable and confident with it, and kisses reflect that, so soft and caring and full of meaning

I did a whole thing about N and kissing here

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

Really what doesn’t he love? It’s not that he puts you on a pedestal, he just genuinely finds you amazing and he loves you so much

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

N doesn’t feel the need to marry you, as long as you’re in love, that’s what matters to him, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more valid than it is in his eyes.

That being said, if you want to get married, he’s down for it, but don’t expect anything sappy or traditional. No proposal, no huge event, just the two of you exchanging heartfelt vows at the courthouse, with matching rings.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He doesn’t really use nicknames, just the occasionally “Love” or “Dear”

On the flipside, he loves your nicknames for him. Some of his favourites are “Cutie”, “Sweetie”, “Greenie” and “Nat”

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

While I wouldn’t say N is an open book, he doesn’t really hide things from you. He tells you how he feels without much fanfare, and you’re made aware of his past quite early on, even before you started dating.

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

N’s actually pretty good at cooking, and tends to cook pretty often, especially when you’re on the road together. His meals are simple and comforting, sometimes spicy, lots of soups and curries and rice.

Since he’s vegetarian, he prefers to cook for the two of you instead of going out, since most restaurants don’t have great options for him. That being said, if you find a place with a good menu, he’s totally down to take you there.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

N does not understand the concept of BS, so you don’t have to worry about playing weird mind games to find out what he really wants. As a result, your relationship is quite chill

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Again, he’s not traditionally romantic, but he does care about you quite a lot and loves making you smile. And while it doesn’t say “I love you” very often, he means it, and that is a lot more valuable than any serenade or flower bouquet

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

If you play with his hair, he’s out like a light. While he’s cuddles are lax and loose when he’s awake, he hugs you like a teddy when he’s fast asleep.

His sleep routine is shit though.

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

N loves the cosiness of domestic mundanity, so it’s safe to say he likes to play it, well, safe. It gives him a sense of comfort and stability that he really appreciates.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Through being with you, N learns to be more attentive and emotional (in a healthy way), and to appreciate humans even more. He also feels more human too.

While you already loved Pokemon, he makes you see how truly amazing and special they are, and treat them even better than you did before.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him, but deep down, you know his love for Pokemon trumps his love for you. Though it never causes an issue with you

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Likes to make matching flower crowns for the two of you and whatever Pokemon you’’re with at the time!

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

N loves fluttery kisses and really tender hugs and cuddles, ones when you’re loosely tanged together and gently stroking each other’s skin.

He is not a PDA person at all, besides holding your hand and the occasional kiss. Some of it is shyness, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to prove your relationship to anyone. He doesn’t use affection lightly.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

He’s pretty okay on his own, since he’s quite used to it, but he does still miss you a lot. He finds comfort in things that remind you of him, a certain scent, a flower, a sound, even a Pokemon, it makes him feel like you’re with him

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

N doesn’t have any pets, mainly because he thinks Pokemon are friends. How many Poke-friends does he have? Too many for even him to count. My man radiates serious Disney Princess energy with the way Pokemon seem to flock to him.

That being said, he’s not against good people having Pokemon as pets, so if you have pokemon, you know he’ll be the best dad to them ever.

[yikesharringrove]

Show Pony

Chapter 5

Kids

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“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She’s going to Morocco.”

There was something in Steve’s throat, making his voice waver and sound reverent at the same time. 

“She’s going to Morocco.” Billy pressed his hand down Steve’s back, dragging his fingertips along his skin, surprisingly smooth and soft. 

Steve had his head on Billy’s chest, their bodies stuck together uncomfortably with sweat, but neither of them could be assed to move. 

They were wrapping up their little movie night, Almost Famous playing to a close on Steve’s laptop, perched on the kitchenette counter, just where they could see it from the bed. 

“Okay, that was really good.”

“I fucking told you. My mom showed me that movie when I was, like, eight. Shit changed me fundamentally.”

Steve shifted his leg a little bit but stayed silent. Billy could feel his muscles tensing uncomfortably.

“What?”

“What what?”

“I can tell you’re tense.”

“I just,” Steve sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention your mom before.”

“Yeah. Don’t really like talking ‘bout her.”

“Did she, you know ?”

Yeah. Billy did know. 

“Nah, she didn’t die. She left. Not long after that movie night.”

Steve’s head popped up from where it was rested on Billy, giving him those big fuckin’ eyes looking sappy and sad as all hell. 

“I’m sorry.”

Billy didn’t know what to say to that. 

He doesn’t tell people about his mom. About her lovely life that she’s built without him in it. 

It breaks his heart just to think about. 

“She’s got kids now. A husband.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’m just. Sorry.”

“I don’t know what I want to hear. But yeah. T’sucks.”

“You wanna know something that makes me sad? So we’re even?”

Billy huffed a laugh through his nose, bringing his hand up to tuck some of Steve’s messy hair behind his ear.

“Only if you wanna tell me.”

“Remember how I said I was supposedta get my high school diploma soon? Well, by soon I mean, like, maybe within the next few years.” Steve wasn’t meeting Billy’s eyes, and he put his head back down on his solid chest, his shoulders tensing up around his ears. “I never went to school. Not even when I was little. I’ve had the same tutor on the road since I was a kid, and he’s good. Tries his best. I just. I’m- not good . I’m not smart. You need to pass this test to get your high school GED if you’ve taken an ‘ alternative route ’. Like I have. But I can’t take it until I know the shit that’s on it, and my tutor, Scott, he’s too nice. Says I’m okay. That I’m on track. But I saw the program he teaches from. Says it’s for ninth and tenth graders. I’m nearly nineteen, and I’m in fucking ninth grade .”

Oh fuck. 

Oh fuck . 

Billy’s 98.6% sure Steve is fighting back serious tears right now. 

It was crushing Billy’s soul and making him feel like he was gonna join right on in.

But for how much Billy is a goddamn little crybaby, he sure is useless when other people start crying.

“It’s, Steve- that’s not your fault. You’ve literally never gone to school. Plus, like, I’m sure you don’t do your tutoring like I did school. Five days a week for like seven hours since I was five or something. You’ve been. Busy. You travel around and do all these amazing things, and, and, you're not dumb. Your parents just chose to not put you in school and then got mad when that didn’t work out as planned. It’s got nothin’ to do with your brain.”

This is gonna sound shitty. 

And Billy really doesn’t mean it like that. 

It’s just, well. Billy didn’t realize Steve was so. Fucked up. 

Traumatized. Might be a less harsh word for it. 

Billy just never woulda thought, when he first watched Steve ride like a fucking expert, or when he first noticed him strutting around the grounds of the rodeo, that there was actually something really sad behind that denim and flannel. 

It made something in Billy’s gut twist and turn. 

Because he’s the exact same way. 

Because underneath the layer of carefully maintained hot muscle-head douchebag jock, there’s a really sensitive boy who was abandoned by his mother and gets regular hits from his father. 

He can’t really decide if being able to see through Steve is a good thing or a bad thing, though. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like a fucking baby over it. I never really talk about it, so I guess the bad shit just kinda all decided to explode out all over you.”

“Nah, Pretty Boy. S’okay. I’m used to bad shit.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“I meant it more in a bummer way, I guess.”

“I am sorry about your mom. It seems like you really loved her.”

Little bastard had brought it back around to Billy’s shitty baggage now. 

The gorgeous little dickhead.

“I do.”

And that’s probably the worst thing about it. 

All these years of feeling abandoned and forgotten. Of trying to make himself hate her, he still loves her so much. 

He is her. 

So much of himself modelled around the aspects of her he found most beautiful. 

The things, try as he might, he can’t help but love.

Billy felt Steve take a large deep breath on top of him. 

“Do you, like, talk to her much?”

“Nah. Should be getting a FaceBook message for my birthday next week. And then nothing ‘til Christmas. That’s how it goes with her.” She was literally the only reason Billy still kept his FaceBook account around. 

Mostly because when he was feeling sorry for himself he’d go over to her profile and peruse the album labelled “Family ❤️” until he felt worse. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizin’. Not your fault she couldn’t handle it all.”

“Was she really young, or something?”

“Yeah. It was a case of too young and her own shitty father giving her enough issues to make her wanna marry the first asshole that told her she was pretty.” He’s never said all of this out loud. 

But he couldn’t. Stop. Talking. 

“Then when he turned out to be a bigger dick than she imagined, she split. Basically fell off the Earth for a few years. Served my dad divorce papers out of the blue one day. Now, she’s got a family that doesn’t suck, and barely spares any thought for the kid she left down south. Not that I blame her.”

He does, and he doesn’t. 

It’s an odd situation. 

He blames Neil for everything, when he’s thinking clearly. 

He pushed his mother away with the same violence, the same painful rage he shows Billy. 

But he also blames her. 

She could’ve taken him before she scrammed. Could’ve fought for custody over him while she and his father met for Skype calls with their lawyers to settle the divorce.

Their split was easy, because she didn’t want anything. 

Not their house, not their belongings.

Not their son. 

“Wow. I thought my family was fucked up. Not to be rude, or anything.” Steve flushed, but he had the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Every family is fucked up. Just in different ways.” 

“I guess you’re right. I should probably get my head outta my ass and quit bein’ so selfish, then.”

Billy smiled fondly at Steve.

“You’re not selfish. Just don’t got a lot of outlets, I assume.”

Steve nodded, and Billy understood. 

He doesn’t either. 

The only person he even considers close enough to vent to, is Max. And even then, he doesn’t tell her all of it. Not nearly any of it. 

She knows he’s gay only because she knows Neil’s a fucking homophobe. She knows he gets beat only because Neil does it in front of her. She knows his mom left only because sometimes Neil gets drunk and spits in Billy’s face that it’s all his fault she’s gone. 

But she doesn’t know that Billy agrees with Neil on that last bit. 

That maybe if he fought for her better-

Got in between her and Neil when he was goin’ in rough and hard on her down in the kitchen, instead of hiding under his bed with his hands pressed over his ears. 

He’s got no one to work through all this shit with, and by the sounds of things, Steve hasn’t got anyone either. 

And maybe that’s what they could be. 

For each other. 

Billy shook himself.

“You wanna start your movie?” He asked Steve, trying to redirect the evening back to their Favorite Movie Double Feature, and out of Billy’s Hopeless and Has Feelings territory. 

Because time was ticking down. 

And no matter how much Billy felt like Steve was the perfect compliment to his frayed and ragged soul.

Steve was leaving. 

Steve was always leaving. 

[halictus-writer]

Among Us - Sweater Weather

an among us inspired sweater weather fic 

characters and universe belong to @lumosinlove :)

1,033 words

“Okay, I mean it this time, no talking,” Logan said seriously. The teammates were crowded into Logan and Leo’s (and unofficially Finn’s) hotel room after their on-the-road win against Pittsburgh. It was late, and everyone was tired, but the adrenaline from the win kept everyone from wanting to sleep just yet, especially with the promise of a long bus ride in the morning to doze off during.

“And no giggling either, looking at you Tremz,” Thomas emphasized with a pointed index finger.

“Sorry. But that was only because I was the imposter last time, I won’t be it again this game anyway,” Logan said as the Start countdown began.

“Not how statistics work,” Remus mumbled. Sirius started to say something in return, but stopped as the shhh screen popped up. Someone in the hotel room was the imposter, and everyone else was innocent. All the competitiveness of being on the ice applied here.

The room was silent for a brief moment, but as the emergency meeting screen flared, all nine men began speaking at once. “What’s going on?” James’s voice carried over the others, looking at Pascal.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Pascal asked, confused as to why all eyes were on him.

“Dumo,” a collective groan went out, drawing out the vowel. 

“I think you’re the one who called the meeting,” Leo said politely, while Logan laughed, pushing his feet up into the blond’s lap.

“Oh,” Dumo said, squinting at the screen.

After the group unanimously voted to skip, the silence resumed. Remus stifled a smile as Sirius’s avatar, appropriately named Cap, followed him along as he went about completing his little tasks of connecting wires and downloading data.

“Oh my GOD,” Finn complained loudly, throwing himself back onto Leo’s previously neat stack of pillows.

“No talking,” Logan reminded him, but looked suspiciously amused. A moment later, his body was found and reported by James. Discussion broke out, everyone choosing to simply speak rather than use the chat feature, except for James’s insistent typing of variant spellings of inappropriate words, seeing what was and wasn’t censored.

“I want to point out how happy Logan looks right now,” Kasey suddenly spoke up.

“Quoi?” Logan spluttered. “If I was the imposter I wouldn’t have killed Finn first!”

“Well.” Leo patted Logan’s feet to soften the blow of his next words. “I feel like that’s exactly what you would have done.” The teammates laughed, and when the voting time started, they reluctantly (in some cases) voted out the red “TREMZ,” all capitals. Logan shouted at them when “was not an imposter” flashed on their screens.

“See! See! Whatever, I get to cuddle my boyfriend now,” Logan said. Finn laughed and opened his arms for him.

Remus could feel Sirius’s eyes on him and couldn’t help but laugh. “We can cuddle later,” Remus whispered.

“Yuck!” Thomas grimaced. “The no talking rule goes back into effect now.” Remus laughed, knowing that he and Sirius, and the cubs, both had Talker’s full support; he had already defended them to paparazzi and opposing players multiple times.

“Great, now I’m dead,” Dumo deadpanned. “And I never even figured out how to connect the wires,” he added in amazement, mostly to himself.

“Come cuddle with the other ghosts!” Finn welcomed, left arm extended, with Logan held tightly in his left.

“Mon fils,” Dumo said plainly, “no.”

After a few more moments, a black avatar named “POTTS” called an emergency meeting. “I saw Blizzard vent!” James announced. “And look, Talker is dead now but no one found his body.”

“I did not vent,” Kasey said simply, with a completely expressionless face.

“Woah, goalie face. So creepy!” James laughed. “Vote him out.”

Kasey was the imposter, and James whooped unnecessarily loud. “Whoever sleeps near this room is probably mad we’re being so loud,” Remus pointed out, feeling a little guilty for the noise that was (mostly) caused by the others.

“It’s gonna be loud later too,” Finn said with a smirk, before Leo cut him off by holding a pillow to his face.

“Gross, gross, okay, new game.” James stacattoed.

“Last game,” Remus amended. He knew that Coach would hold him accountable for Sirius’s sleep schedule no matter what now, and when he was the only non-player in a given room, Coach would rely on him to enforce some level of good decision-making.

As the game started, it was silent, with little gasps announcing a crewmate’s sudden death, but they hadn’t been reported until five of them had perished. This round’s imposter was not making any mistakes. After the team (incorrectly) voted out Leo, only Remus (Loops), Sirius (Cap), Thomas (Talkie), and James (POTTS) were left.

The lights in the game were sabotaged, and when they finally came back online, Remus was hiding a grin with one hand.

Sirius followed Remus to the security room, where Remus absentmindedly clicked on the camera button. Remus noted with amusement that “Cap” stayed at the entrance of the room, and didn’t follow him to the camera. He was likely trying to protect Remus from whoever the imposter was. Remus took a moment to appreciate how adorable and sappy and Sirius that type of behavior was, before also appreciating the fact that Sirius’s protectiveness meant he didn’t see James’s body on the screen right in front of the admin room’s camera.

As Remus’s kill cooldown hit five seconds, Talker joined them in the security room, and Sirius positioned his little crewmember body (black, he had insisted), in front of Remus’s cyan one. Talker, in purple, got the message and stayed by the door. Neither man knew that the three of them were the only ones left alive.

When Remus’s kill cooldown hit zero, he quickly and mercilessly killed Sirius, for the win. The silent room erupted in cheers, jeers, and laughter (mostly from Remus).

“I was protecting you,” Sirius whined, eyebrows stuck high on his forehead.

“Sorry baby,” Remus leaned over to give his betrayed boyfriend a peck on the lips. Sirius caught his arm and prolonged the kiss, to the dismay of some of the others.

Finn grinned, now holding a hand of each of his boys. “Bitch ass moves, Loops,” he said approvingly. “Bitch. Ass. Moves.”

[moonlightlullaby]

Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.

“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!” 

“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.

“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!” 

“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”

“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.

“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.

We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.

Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.

With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.

Yeah, that didn’t work out. 

For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter. 

“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.

And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called. 

“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.

The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!

When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!

“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking! 

I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.

hey, y/n!

don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse

yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company

so thanks

Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…

Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that? 

No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking

...right? 

Yes, yes, it has to be it.

oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!

you’re really cool indeed :)

Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really

but i’m really glad we’ve met too!

i love your content btw and you’re funny af

Dave: thx! 

so it’s lud and...?

he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel

Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv

fuck idk either

Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.

After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.

Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.

Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone. 

It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!

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🐝 bee-girls are ruining my life 🐝

chapter 12: what friends do

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A/N: Hi! I wasn’t sure if I’d post today, but, quite frankly, writing’s the only thing I can get myself to do lately and knowing that there are some people out there who want to read what I have to offer really warms my heart 🤍 Sorry for the sappiness and for any typos heheh See you on tuesday hopefully!

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[legoshi-plz]

Smutty Prompts #9

Pairing: College! Louis x Reader

Warning: Slight NSFW if you squint. Mostly fluff.

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He wasn’t waiting up for you. He definitely wasn’t waiting up for you. He just happened to have a lot of homework to do and felt like the best place to focus would be in the living room. On the couch. In full view of the door. That you would have to come through when you got back from your date.

If you got back at all that is....

Nope. Louis definitely wasn’t worried that your date would go so well you would consider sleeping with the guy that just so happened to not be him. Louis definitely wasn’t imagining some sleezebag fucking you into next year while he sat alone at home like some loser thinking about you constantly. That’s something only someone who was jealous would do and Louis absolutely, positively in no way shape or form was jea-

“I’m home,” you called, bursting through the front door. You clearly thought Louis would be in his room or not home at all by the volume of your voice which is why you jumped slightly in surpise to find him sitting right there before you.

“I can see that, no need for the public announcement,” Louis said in a bored tone, discreetly looking at the clock on his laptop.

9:16 p.m. Either that was an extremely bad date or an extremely successful bootycall...

“Louuuuuuis,” you whined, plopping down beside him. You then proceeded to push his laptop off of his lap with your foot so that your feet could take residence on his thighs. He fought to not let such a simple, innocent act arouse him.

“Some of us are actually trying to graduate, y’know,” Louis groaned, carefully taking off your heels so he could rub your sore feet. It wasn’t the first time you’d come back from a date ready to vent and he was far from new to this routine.

“I’m assuming yet another contender didn’t live up to your ridiculous expectations,” Louis grumbled, massaging your sore arches.

“Not even close, this guy was perfect.” You sighed, causing Louis’ blood to run cold.

“Oh...” he looked off, going back to his usual bored tone.

“Yeah he was everything I ever wanted in a guy. Smart, tall, respectful, charming. He even had a cute little streak in his fur that shimmered when the light hit him just right. He was a real Romeo,” you sighed dreamily, gazing up at the ceiling. Louis felt his heart sinking at your words.

“If he was so perfect then why aren’t you with him now?” Louis huffed.

“I don’t know. Something was just... off. Couldn’t get a different guy out of my head, I barely even remembered my date was there.” Your eyes were still glued to the ceiling and Louis couldn’t read your expression at all.

“... I see....”

“...”

“...”

“... Louis?”

“Yeah?”

“That date sucked. Wanna bone?” Louis’ ears perked at your offer. Of course it wasn’t the first time the two of you had fooled around but it didn’t stop his heart from nearly beating out of his chest every time.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he muttered breathlessly. He lifted your feet up so that he could settle between your thighs, leaning over to capture your lips in a kiss. You began to tug at his pullover and he quickly threw it off, allowing you to run your hands over the short fur on his chest.

Louis wasted no time bunching your dress up and the waist and pulling your panties off only to toss them across the living room. He gazed down at your glistening folds, palming himself through his pants.

“Who was the guy?” He asked, gazing at you expecteded.

“My date?”

“No. The guy you couldn’t get out of your head?” Louis asked, a bit of a nervous edge to his voice.

“I think you already know,” you teased.

“I-I need to hear you say it,” Louis said in a small voice. You sat up so that you were close enough to his face to caress his cheek, he shivered at your touch. You’d never really seen him this vulnerable before.

“You, idiot. I was thinking about you,” you giggled at his sigh of relief.

“Then I’ll make sure to make it worth your wild,” Louis said throwing your legs over his shoulder so that he could nestle between your thighs.

He dove in, your giggles turning into breathy pants beneath him. He’d tell you how he felt eventually, how he really felt, one day.

But for now he was content with just occupying your mind.

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A/N: sorry, I didn’t mean for this to turn out so sappy, it just kinda happened that way! Also this is unedited bc I wrote this in a rush so I’ll go back and edit it later 😘

[catcze]

*the letter arrived today attached to a small box. Within the box you found a large fleece blanket, dark purple in color with a rose insignia emblazened in a violet hue into the center, and smelling faintly of lavender, a scent your mind immediately associated with Lisa*

Darling I'm sorry for the delay in my response, I've just been so busy lately! I've had half a dozen books go missing in the last 2 days, and rounding them up has been a nightmare.. And to top it off, apparently Klee, bless her heart, one of her treasures caused a small shockwave within the Knights' headquarters, knocking an entire bookshelf over. Jean forced her to help clean it up as repentance, but it still took the three of us a few hours I've hardly had any "me" time today...

That being said, while I was running those errands from work I had this wonderful idea. I know you said that you slept better when we were together, so I asked Albedo for some help. This is one of my blankets from home, that I use daily, so my scent was already on it. Albedo was able to enchant it with his alchemy to make it so the scent will never fade out! I know it's still a far cry from being wrapped up in your girlfriend's embrace, but I hope it will make you happy. I can just imagine your smile as you read this letter, and it makes me so so happy 💜

Venting about having to do actual work aside, life has been so good lately. I'm always in such a good mood, especially since we write so frequently these days. I do still miss you, and I wish you were here. If I started crying, would you come back sooner? I'm just teasing, don't worry. I made sure Sucrose knew that too, otherwise you know that girl would worry about me forever. She's sweet like that, but still nowhere near as sweet as you 💜

Jean and Klee both asked me to tell you they miss you(well those were Jean's words. Klee wants you to know she has a new "treasure" to show you). We all miss you.

I hope you're well when you read this letter, and that the blanket will help. If I'm lucky, it'll tempt you to come return it to me in person in exchange for the real deal, hehehe~💜 I'm going to give you so many kisses when you come back to me, probably more than there are stars in the sky. I think that would be fitting, don't you starlight~? Have you ever thought about that actually; how many things we do infrequently, but if you think about it you've probably done them millions of times in your life? It's so fascinating to me honestly. How many times do you think you've inhaled and exhaled in your life? That number must be in the trillions! Hehe... I'm sleepy rambling again. Time to get sappy.

I love you so much. I wasn't even exaggerating about how many kisses I plan to give you. I miss so much about you; the taste of your lips, that look you give me when I press my finger against your lip(you know what I'm talking about~), your hair, your scent... I'm enamored, infatuated... In love with you. Completely and utterly. I just wish you were here with me now. I'm sorry to get all whiny, I just... I miss you, my rose.

Also because I know you'll worry about it, I have plenty of other blankets, so don't think you've stolen my best one(I have two others identical to the one I've sent you). I want you to have this. I care so so deeply about you and I want you to sleep as wonderfully as you can while you can't be wrapped up in bed with me.

Won't you tell me more also about the adventures you're having? What have you been up to? What things have you seen? I hear they sell cameras in Liyue, if you've been you should definitely get one and start sending me pictures! I want to know more about what my babygirl has been doing~ Anyways, I'll call my letter to a close here, before I run onto another sheet of paper, hehe~💜

I love you princess. So so so much~

Yours Always,

- Lisa 🌺💜

[The envelope that arrives this time is bigger by a few inches, and it seems that it’s been spritzed with vanilla perfume. Opening it shows that there’s more than just the letter in there–– there are several glossy photographs as well. They’re a little amateur, with a few being blurred slightly, but the enthusiasm to take the photos and send them back home is evident. They consist of mundane things like the clouds against the blue sky, the lights of a beautiful city at night reflected on a river, or a picture of some sort of foreign dish, still steaming hot. One picture in particular is simple: a figure contrasted by the light of the setting sun in the background, hands curved together to form a heart shape with their palms and fingers. On the back of this particular photo is written ‘Miss you very much. I promise to come back home soon <3′ and a pretty pink lipstick mark.] 

⠀I hope these photos will suffice, dearest. I’ve picked up a camera as you’ve suggested, but I’m unfortunately still getting used to it. Still, I’ve taken some photographs of some of the everyday things that i see here. Everywhere I look, I can’t help but wish you were accompanying me where I went. But! When I come back, I’ll be sure to bring the camera with me, and we can take plenty of pictures together in Mondstadt. 

⠀Honestly, my day was going rather well. A bit slow, and there was a lack of things to do at one point, but I’m grateful for the rest. I’ve actually stopped at Sumeru, and I’ve settled down here for a bit before I go on my way again. I managed to talk my way into observing several lectures at the Sumeru Academy for a bit, since I got curious about how it was for you when you still attended here. I don’t plan to stay for very long, but one of the scholars who agreed to let me watch has a class tomorrow, and rather bright and early as well. Ah, I do hope I manage to wake up on time, I’d hate to take their hospitality for granted. 

⠀Aside from that, the gift you sent me definitely made my day! The blanket you’ve sent is such a comfort–– much better than the ones I’ve been using. It was a lovely surprise, and it brings back so many memories of my home with you. It’s a wonderful gift, one that I’ll keep by me at all times. Send my thanks to Albedo, as well please, and tell everyone back home that I miss them very much as well (But shhh, don’t let them know that I miss you most of all 💞)

⠀You’ve had a busy day, please rest if you’re tired! As much as I adore you when you’re sappy, I’m sure it wasn’t easy dealing with those missing books and the mess in the library. Promise me you’ll get some rest and dream of me, alright? Dearest, I don’t mind if your letters come a little late, as long as I know you’re well-rested and safe. I hope no one got hurt in the little shockwave and in the fall–– promise me you’re all okay? Much like you would come to me the moment I ask, know that I would also do my best to come back sooner if I hear that you’re sad or hurt. I can’t have your smile disappearing now, can I?

⠀When I come home, I’ll be sure to return every kiss and ounce of affection you give me, sweets. Ah, I miss hearing you call me ‘Starlight’ in person. It always used to send butterflies in my stomach, and even now I get a rush just from reading it. I’m very much in love with you too, dearest. I always will be. I miss you more and more each day that we’re apart, but I suppose that distance makes the heart grow fonder? You make me so happy, and merely thinking about you is enough to lift my spirits. Look at that–– even when we’re apart, you’re still affecting me in such good ways.

⠀Haha, and it makes me glad that you’ve still got blankets to spare. I’d hate to have stolen your best one, after all, though it is sooo comfortable. Your gift means the world to me, dear. Thank you again 💞 I have to stop here as well–– I would hate to make you read so much if you haven’t rested yet. I love you so much as well, and know that I dream of you, Lisa. 

⠀––Catte 💞

[obxwritings]

☆ drinking alone ☆

requested by @13reasonswhystan : Hey can you please do a Topper from Outer Banks imagine where y/n is a pouge and she is the badass of the group and she doesn’t really like to show her emotions she had a crush on jj but sees the way he looks at kiea so one night she is at the beach alone drinking and topper happens to be there too and they talk about their heartbreak they end up sleeping together and slowly start liking each other. (topper x reader)

word count: 1,986 (damn okay) 

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, mentions of heartbreak/insecurities about relationships, very slight alluding to sex at the very end

note: sorry this is so long lmao but I really like how this turned out! I hope you enjoy! let me know how it is :) thank you for requesting by the way! sorry it took so long! also, this is just my take on topper. I watched the show a while ago so if this is very uncharacteristic from his character, lmao it’s called fanfiction for a reason, but I did try to stick to what I remembered from his character from the show. 

masterlist of other works :) 

This was a terrible idea. You know that, hell, anybody would tell you that you were being immature about the situation, but you could care less. You were having a shitty day and the only thing you wanted to do was get drunk to forget about it. However, your house was not the place for your pity party. The beach, on the other hand, was. It was late enough that no one would be there, and you could have it all to yourself. The walk to the beach wasn’t too far and after finding the perfect spot on the beach and plopping down on the sand, you decided to break out the beer you had stashed in your backpack. 

Taking in the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore while sipping your drink, you couldn’t help but recall what led you here in the first place. 

. . .

Earlier that day, the pogues were all out on the boat and enjoying the summer sun before they had to return to school soon. Nothing was special about it. John B and Sarah were giving each other heart eyes while everyone else was mocking them. It started with Pope making a quiet remark that didn’t go unnoticed by you, JJ, and Kie. From then till the end of the boat ride the four of you kept laughing at everyone’s jokes, only making John B and Sarah more confused. That’s not what set you off, though. 

What made you so frustrated that all you wanted to do was scream or cry or drink was the fact that all day you had been trying to get JJ’s attention, and he was giving you absolutely nothing. You cracked jokes in attempts to make him laugh, wore a swimsuit that made you feel confident, and shared your last joint with him and all of it was still nothing compared to the looks and smiles he gave Kie any time she did, well, anything. You couldn’t blame him though; Kie was an amazing person through and through. You just wished someone would look at you like that one day.

. . .

Trying to forget the memory, you took another swig of the cheap beer you brought. Realizing you were almost done with it, you grabbed your bag and started to pull out another one when you heard some movement. With some panic setting in, you clutched your unopened beer can and got ready to throw it just in case anything came out and attacked you. 

“Woah it’s just me.” said the voice. Recognizing the voice, you lowered the beer can and shook your head. 

“What do you want, Topper?” you didn’t mean to sound so stuck up, but you couldn’t help it. Old habits die hard. 

“Just came out here to clear my head. What about you? Were you waiting to throw that beer can at someone specific or…?” Topper joked while sitting down next to you. 

Contemplating whether or not to tell him the truth, you let out a tired sigh. You honestly are still a little wary of kooks, but after hearing what Topper did for John B (and also just needing someone to finally vent to) you decided to throw caution to the wind and just spill all your thoughts (the alcohol definitely was encouraging you too). 

“Honestly, I had a crap-tastic day and just wanted to drink the day away, so you can either join me or just leave.” It was harsh, but you couldn’t care less. You were tired of holding everything in; you were bound to break at some point. 

Topper looked at you and gave you a soft smirk, “well, better hand me a drink then. Seems like you have a lot to say.” 

You were shocked but gave him a beer nonetheless. He was going to need it if he was going to listen to you rant. 

“So tell me y/n, what’s got you so worked up? I’ve never seen you like this. I mean, not that I normally hang out with you, you know, because we aren’t really friends. You just always seem so confident and tough. It’s kind of weird to see you like this, showing emotions and all.”

“Gee, thanks, Topper.” You rolled your eyes. He did have a point though; you were always making witty comebacks or trying to one-up everyone in dares. You hated showing your true emotions because you didn’t want anyone to think you were weak. Right now, however, you knew that instead of the confident person everyone saw, Topper was seeing the opposite. It was a look he knew all too well himself. 

You were on the brink of breaking down, yet you were forcing yourself not to. Your eyes were glossy, and you were seconds away from letting a tear slip. Your normal, collected self was slowly breaking down, and you didn’t know what to do. 

So you decided to just let it all out. 

“I just wish I was enough sometimes. It’s hard to see the person you care about clearly not feel the same way. And like, I want him to be happy, so if he’s happy with her then I should be okay with that, right? I guess, I don’t know, I just wish he was happy with me.” you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face at this point, so you just let it happen. Not wanting to look at Topper, you began to pick at the random frays on your shorts while waiting for a snarky response from the kook himself. 

You never got one. 

Instead, Topper took a sip of his beer and calmly said “It’s the fucking worst feeling ever. I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes shot up and gave Topper and look of pure shock. You studied his face, looking for any signs of teasing and waiting for him to break and just laugh at you. But he didn’t. His face had nothing but a slight frown and a distant look in his eye. You didn’t know why he wasn’t taking the opportunity to make fun of you, but you were secretly thankful for it. Someone finally understood what you were going through. 

Deciding to just go along with whatever was happening right now, you wiped your tears and scoffed quietly, “tell me about it.” 

“I kind of just did, no?” 

“Oh my god,” you shoved him lightly while letting out a little laugh, “there’s the snarky Topper I know and hate.” 

“Oh shut up. At least I got you to smile. I don’t know how much of ‘sappy y/n’ I could handle.” Topper joked. 

“Whatever, Topper.” You rolled your eyes. You looked back at Topper, and while he looked content while starring out to the ocean, you could tell there was more to be said. 

“You can talk about it if you want. Yo don’t have to if you don’t want to. Talk about the dilemma you’re also having. I know I ju-”

“Thanks,” Topper cut you off mid ramble, but you didn’t mind. From the look on his face, you knew he just wanted someone to talk to and listen to his issues as much as you did. 

“Sarah and I broke up a while ago, as you and just about everyone in this damn town knows, but it really hurt. I loved her, at least I think I did, but after hearing about how happy John B made her, I knew I couldn’t do much about it. I lost her, if I even had her to begin with, and it broke my heart. It broke me. But like you said, I wanted her to be happy and she’s happy with him, so I should be happy right?” Topper looked at you with a sad gaze and, despite your past with everything that had happened this past summer, you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug. You knew what he was feeling all too well. 

“It fucking sucks, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah it fucking does.” Topper chuckled slightly as he pulled away from you. He couldn’t help but smile. He finally told someone how he felt, and it felt amazing to not be the only one going through this. 

“Look at us,” you said after starting your second can of beer, “who would’ve thought that we of all people would be here and crying about our feelings.” 

“I mean, you’re the only one who’s cried so…” Topper joked, earning him the middle finger from you, “but it feels nice to finally let it out.”

Not really knowing what to say, you just nodded in agreement and kept sipping your drink. It didn’t take too long for the alcohol in both you and Topper to kick in. Soon enough, the two of you were filling the awkward silence with jokes, laughs, and stories that you thought would only stay between your respective friend groups. 

. . .

However, the drinks might have been a little too strong because soon enough you’re flirting shamelessly with Topper. You don’t think he minded though because he was doing the exact same thing. 

It didn’t help that the small amount of light coming from the rising sun was making Topper glow, accentuating his facial features and making his eyes sparkle. You had a few thoughts running through your head such as what time is it? Have we really been out here for that long? What would happen if I kissed him right now? 

You didn’t have too much time to think about any of them because soon enough Topper stopped his joke mid-sentence and said, “What’s on your mind, beautiful?” 

So he clearly noticed you weren’t paying attention. But at that moment you didn’t really care. With alcohol still coursing through you, along with the compliment from Topper, you couldn’t help yourself. You threw your arms around Topper’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Without hesitating, he kissed you back. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss after that. However, Topper didn’t seem too comfortable with your current position beside him, so he carefully lifted and placed you on his lap. 

“Well that was a nice surprise.” Topper smiled. 

Blushing and slightly embarrassed by your sudden outburst of affection, you just hid your face in the crook of his shoulder. “Stoppp.” you mumbled into his shoulder, “I don’t know what happened okay? You just looked so hot and then you complimented me, and I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to kiss you.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t complaining. In fact,” Topper lifted your head to allow you to look up at him, giving you a soft smile, “I wouldn’t mind you doing that more often.” 

Looking out at the rest of the beach, you saw people getting ready for an early morning surf. “Well, if you want to go somewhere else my parents are out of town for the rest of the weekend. We could always go to my house. It’s not too far from here.” 

Topper nodded and helped you stand up, but you couldn’t really walk due to how much you had drunk. Seeing this, Topper offered to give you a piggyback ride. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. The two of you probably looked crazy to anyone just passing by. But you didn’t care; you were happy and that’s all that mattered. 

While leaving the beach, Topper could help but smile and ask “so, you really think I’m hot?”

. . .

When you woke up in your bed later that day, you saw an arm securely wrapped around your waist. You looked over to see Topper still sleeping, letting out small snores every now and then, and couldn't help but smile as snippets from last night replayed in your head. You were so glad that you finally let your walls down. You didn't know what would happen between the two of you, but you did know two things: you didn't regret a thing from the previous night and you secretly hoped Topper felt the same way.

note: I hope you enjoyed (if you made it this far lmao)! as always, my requests are open! I hope you are staying safe and healthy! also, you can always message me :) i love talking to people! 

[sketchyracoon]

I may have lost any semblance of control on my life i had before. Among Us AU details under the cut.

Many of them have accents. I had the idea that they were from a big like multi-country space project and fell in love with the idea of the American(s) on the ship just startling the others because of things like the lack of bidets in the US.

Red (Elliot) is 38, is a Texan and you can tell he says Ya'll as a descriptor and many of the others are slightly fearful of the way he mashes words together. his whole personality can be summed up with "I'm a cowboy baby" and the fact that he's angy.

If I'm honest he is the only American on board that really startles the other crewmates even the other Americans are like "hey dude chill".

Orange (Herbert) is 27 probably from France (haven't really decided yet) and he was more confident before shock horror bad things happened to the whole crew. (More on that at five). Herbert is also very easily overwhelmed, he tries to pay attention but is often confused.  I’ve also decided to change the egg on his head to be a hat in the future but I decided that after I drew the egg.

Pink (Eun-Jung) is 29, South Korean but he got some schooling in Britain and has probably traveled a lot. He looks soft but he can and will throw a mean punch. He and Herbert have crushes on each other but they kinda put it to the side when shit went down. There have been many times however when Eun-Jung has sat down with Herbert and calmed him down and dried his tears.

Green (Philip) is one of the younger crewmates being 22, he's a very studious lad he loves adventure novels and always wanted to go to space.

Especially after watching shows and reading books about space. He keeps trying to get together group DND nights but it's very hard for him to cater to everyone's interests cause he's the kind of DM that wants everyone to have fun but he also has a lot planned for a session but nothing ever happens because everyone is always goofing off. He still has fun tho and so does everyone else.

White is Angie, If I'm honest I named her that because of the halo she's wearing, and I thought it'd be funny. She is a not so single once single mother who lost her husband when her kid was born. She used to live in England but moved to Ireland for new scenery and for the space project.

She and black (Jolene) met in school and quickly fell in love. They Are Married! And the whole crew hates (loves) how sappy they are. Angie is stubborn and strong but also very kind and level-headed, she's not easily overwhelmed like Herbert is but when she does get overwhelmed, she doesn't crumble like he does. Doesn't mean her wife doesn't comfort her tho.

They both are in their late forties (Angie is 48 and Jolene is 49) and I named Jolene, Jolene because of the song. Jolene is Irish btw idk if I made that clear. And she is the definition of a chaotic lesbian, Angie tries very hard to keep her air of being a distinguished bi but she's also very chaotic at heart. They both are greying hair-wise but Jolene keeps covering it up with dye. Jolene thinks her wife looks very elegant with the white in her curls. Jolene can be summed up with that one Tumblr post story about a girl who told a girl she liked that "her air must be mad crisp" because of her plants.

Cyan (Tea) is Scandinavian and listen this like Eun-Jung's name is where is gets shaky google wise, and if this name isn't really a Scandinavian than I guess it's just an eccentric nickname. (I’m assuming it’s pronounced like the drink but if I’m wrong sorry) She is NERDY AND PROUD, but like not movie nerdy girl I mean genuinely weird nerdy. I guess technically everyone is a little nerdy in this crew but she's a feral kind of scientist. She is technically the captain of the ship because of her science background and her previous work with the Scandinavian branch of the space mission. Her goggles are prescription. She is 36 and has a little crush on the resident father of two purple (Perry).

Perry is a loving dad and all-around kind dude, he fathers the group sometimes intentionally. Often taking control of making food, and sometimes the group meetings, even tho technically he's not in charge. He's an open ear to the entire crew and he loves his two kids so much. He doesn't talk much about how he and his Ex split up but it's clear that he and his kids are happier without her. He Kinda likes Tea back a little but he's so busy being a good dad that he doesn't know that. He's often found baking for everyone and is in fact the culprit behind the extra five pounds everyone gained when joining the ship. Perry is 32. His family is from India and he visited his extended family there a lot but he was born and raised in the UK.

Blue (Liz which is short for Elizabeth) is not the greatest with people, she tries her best but she often comes off weird she's 51, one of her hobbies is learning and practicing different rules to fighting styles. She’s trying to teach herself taekwondo but the lack of instructor and need to use downloaded videos is holding her back. She's got some skill in boxing and ran a self-defense course back on earth. Her entire class was sad to see her go but the respected her decision and on the off days that the ship gets reception to radio back earth or other ships she makes sure to message them back with well wishes.

Yellow (Zack) is a little shit lord, he is the youngest on crew at age 19. He got in through a series of events up to and including the fact that his parents were exasperated by him and that his Aunt Liz (who he calls Aunt Lizzy) telling them that they were short a crewmate. the previous yellow left and they were having trouble getting a fit for the crew's specific needs, everyone else was on different crews and couldn't leave to fill in their gap. They were planning to leave with nine people when Zack reluctantly signed up. He was 18 at the time he first signed up and after a year of training, he was greenlit just in time for the mission.

He doesn't really get along well with anyone but he slowly opens up to the crew overtime. He got labeled as a problem child because of undiagnosed ADHD and focus problems and by the time he was diagnosed it was too late and all of his teachers had basically given up on him.

The entire crew tho is cool with it because many of them are neurodivergent. Liz and Zack are the other Americans of the crew.  But Elliot is the only one who is not bi/multilingual. Unless you count Texas accent as a language which a many of the crew jokingly do. In which case he is fluent.

But then disaster struck, after a few months of bonding and growing close as a found family people started to die. After some trial and error, they found out that Herbert and Zack were behind it. Liz and Eun-Jung being two of the few remaining both reacted differently Eun-Jung was controlled anger barely keeping it together and Liz was deeply disappointed, she wanted better from her nephew.

What was weird tho was after ejecting the pair their display panels confirmed that they were "imposters" and now that they thought about it it was weird that they were all locked to this one specific floor of this ship. but no matter that was a thought for another day. now able to go to the lower floors the remaining crew mates all went to bed.

The next morning however everyone was back and alive not even a scar remaining, even the imposters. returned. After a lot of shouting (mainly from Elliot who was pissed about being stabbed) the crew started to reluctantly trust what Hubert and Zack were saying that they didn't want to hurt or kill any of them but something made them and it was like they were in a haze.

It was only directly after a kill that they could snap out of it and control themselves briefly (kill cooldown) before they lost control again. Since then they've been stuck in this sick loop where they all keep taking turns being stuck as imposter killing each other. At first when it happened again, they thought it was Herbert and Zack again but once it didn't stop anything and the ship told them that they weren’t imposters.

They realized that it was randomized. Overtime they learned the rules. Only Imposters can access vents, the kill count, that they can then follow around and do things as ghosts after thy get murdered, etcetera. But one thing they didn't realize was the punishments.

Overtime as they each tried to break the rules by, revealing themselves as imposter, trying desperately hard to go pacifist, or any number of other things like trying to remove their helmets, or talk on comms before emergencies on meetings they were punished.

Philip is now growing plants off of himself. Eun-Jung has a similar punishment but it's solely cherry blossoms. Herbert is stuck killing everyone by eating them with a giant mouth from his stomach. I don't know Elliot’s punishment yet but the thought to make him Texan squared did cross my mind.

Angie is turning into one of those rad many-eyed angels from Dante's inferno. Jolene is now growing goat horns and her eyes are now goat-like. And Idk what other punishments to give Tea, Perry, Liz, and Zack, I want them to be related to the hats and stuff you can wear in game like some of the others but how to you punish some one using a banana? Or two kids? Or googles? I’ll probably come up with something later especially since they are all mostly hidden by the suits, that means that conceivably their punishments are hidden by the suits.

[readbyred]

Just a self-insert story

It's not romantic, it has some CharTed implications but nothing involving my s/i. It's just a vent, sort of, because well it's always nice to get it all out and have someone take my side (even if I'm not really in the right here).

What you need to know about my s/i is that she’s fairly new in the office and her name is R.J because I’m red and ‘J’ seemed to sound the best in there so her middle name is Julie now.

The story is long and was written as a dialogue-stylised vent. The rest was written after I finished and the quality varies. Also there is cursing and a sappy, probably rushed ending. I hope it's not that ooc but you know how it is.

Julie rarely came out to the balcony unless she needed something from a friend of hers. Today was one of those days so when she realized that Charlotte was nowhere near in sight she made her way out. What she didn't expect was to see Ted standing there with her, also smoking. He rarely did, mostly he would just lock himself in his office and do whatever.

The two weren't talking, being completely honest Julie had realized some time before, that something must have shifted, when she first came into work they seemed pretty close but lately they distance themselves from each other. For a moment she paused unsure if she should touch on the subject that was the reason of her talk around their coworker but in the end she approached them anyways.

“Could we talk for a moment?” she leaned over standing between them and looking at the road beneath.

“Oh sure! Here or...?” Charlotte threw a quick glance at the man behind Julie who not so discretely began showing signs of interest in whatever the topic of the conversation was.

“Yeah it’s no secret. I just want to get something off my chest. It's about Adam” she said his name quietly in a suvgestive tone, as if she tried to censor herself although the three of them were the only ones around.

“What is it? I must warn you I'm not good at advice, but I’ll still listen if you want me to” giving her a weak smile the woman waited.

“We’ve been going out lately. You know how it is” Ted now fully turned his head towards them not hiding that he was in fact listening but Red didn't notice still looking at the cars passing by.

“That engineer guy? Aww, congratulations!” feeling a hand on her shoulder Julie looked up but the smile she gave Charlotte wasn't sincere, it was just tired.

“Oh, thank you it's just... Oh well no need to get all sappy, I know, but I can't help but feel some sort of way about it” she shook her head at her visibly concerned friend ” Don't get me wrong he’s lovely! I'm just being silly”

“Well, I could help you, I have some experience in relationships-”

“Yeah, lots of it...” Ted started bitterly walking up to the two talking women “Anyways, yeah sure tell us about your perfect, dream guy. What problems could you have if he’s so great”

“Ted-” Charlotte shot him a look.

“Unless he’s not. Didn't you say he went out for a ‘business meeting’ again?”

“Yeah, about that...” Julie looked down.

“What about it?” Charlotte turned her attention away from their coworker yet again.

“So” Julie began “I don't know what we are, it's all complicated lately”

“Oh I'm sorry to hear that, I've been through rough times with my Sam and I could help you some or recommend a professional?” as soon as Charlotte said the word ‘professional’ Ted opened his mouth say something but quickly shut it.

“I appreciate that but I'm afraid it's far beyond just rough. He’s great! Things are just getting bizarre. I mean we haven't been properly dating since last year before I came to work here, you know? He was so thoughtful and, oh, so charming and goodness gracious, I was awful. I broke things off” her mood shifted from nervous to upset, fiddling with her hands she continued to intensely observe the cars passing by “He didn't take that well, I can't blame him cause I know I shouldn't have done it. He was sad a lot and it made him so... Angry at times, at our mutual friends and all. He told me he doesn't wanna see me, to get out of his life. We’ve known each other since diapers, I know I deserved everything he said it just... Hurt, you know? Oh how selfish I must sound!”

“But you two are still talking aren't you? So it all must have been fixed?” Charlotte offered her a smile “Me and my husband don't argue that openly, I think, so I might not be able to relate here but if you’ll tell us more I'm sure we can figure something out”

“Really thank you. Both of you. Here I am taking away your lunch break with all my silly ramblings” shaking her head a bit she gave both of them the same sad smile she had before. It was then when they noticed she seemed to have shrunken in herself, not only tired but also strangely worried.

“No problem, it's not a big deal I'm sure” her coworker tried to reassure glancing up “Right?”

“Yeah, yeah could you just move on with the story?” it seemed like it took all his inner strength for Ted not to leave although neither of the women understood why would that be. Charlotte knew he was like that sometimes, when she tried to talk about Sam with him it went pretty similar. That didn't mean however she understood more of it than Julie did “You broke up. He started acting like a jerk”

“Oh he didn't, I had no right to hurt him like that! And he’s not a jerk, far from it. He’s so thoughtful, so protective. Everyone I know wants nothing more for us than to be together. You know how I am... I get a lot of silly ideas, I can get pretty nasty, that you probably noticed. Adam doesn't like that one bit, I embarrass him a whole lot doing things without asking and all that. My friends noticed that too, they say I'm much more pleasant when I'm with him, he tames me, if you will. I know I give him a lot of crap for that, sometimes I feel like I either agree with him or am just wrong and he doesn't take my suggestions to heart but we talked recently, this weekend actually, he made me realize that I need improvement and-” she didn't look neither of her colleagues in the eye. Charlotte understood, she got nervous like that too and decided to give the redhead some space “here I go ranting about details again don't I? Oh, well, on with the story you say? Well, he stopped talking - I was a wreck. But gradually - when he came back from his business trip after summer - I saw him around Beanies a lot. Always on my lunch break, you know? And we got to talking and he asked what are we. I was surprised, I told him that we’re no longer together, he asked how so and one thing led to another he said it was just a break! I was... Surprised? But it was so nice to see him so happy. And Zoe told me to get him back, then. And I was so awful - I told her I don't want to live like that anymore. With him. But luckily we didn't stop hanging out, me and Adam that is. At first I was grossed out to be treated as such, afterall I said I want to be single. But he kept on pushing and that way around December we sort of got back”

“Why didn't you tell us that, congratulations!” Charlotte’s weak cheer brought a small smile on Julie’s face but it soon vanished when the other one of her two friends spoke up.

“Yeah, congratulations for dating a pushy asshole-” Ted paused frowning even more as if he said something wrong “...you could do better than that”

He turned to leave frustrated with Julie.

“Please stay” Julie fully turned from the railing and gave him a pleasing look “I... I'll get to the end soon, I want your perspective on that as well”

“Ugh fine... Just don't expect me to take this douchebag’s side”

“It’s nice to get to hear your opinion as well. As selfish as it sounds I think like that too sometimes, it's... Refreshing not to be in the wrong all the time even if I am” shaking her head she changed the subject “Oh, right! As I was saying. We had a talk then and he asked me what would I do if he started seeing someone. After all if I don't consider us a pair then he may. I told him that I'm fine with that, after all I started this mess, can't blame him if him for getting lonely. And I'm not a saint you see. Goodness gracious don't give my that look Char, I never cheated! I just... Going on and off Tinder, just chatting. It never got any further I swear, I felt so terrible. Anyways, after he told me that he got very... Touchy. And romantic. And I know I ruined the mood but after a few hours, I asked what are we. And he said he could take me back. And no matter how awful I sound I need to admit as wonderful as he is I don't think I want it. And I told him that I want to focus on work”

“But you don't?” it wasn't a secret that R.J wasn't avoiding relationships, not to the point of denying one in favour of work.

“But I don't. I know he’s amazing but I’m not happy. I‘ trying but I'm not. So I said that it’s because of work, I don't know what would he do if I told him the truth! And he didn't really get the work thing either, he’s the traditionalistic type. But! He said he shouldn't have told me about the other woman which is good I think” she bit her lip seemingly gaining a bit of life back “But what is that supposed to mean? That she’s just a concept he’s been contemplating or a human but I shouldn't know? I don't know... Anyways I asked him about what he wants. He’ll take some time to think and for now we agreed I can be sort of his... With him that is. Not that he has to call me his girlfriend. He just can get me places and I don't date or make him jealous with my make friends and stuff”

And with that Julie finished realizing just then that her hands were shaking a bit. It often happened in situations like that, stressing ones like opening up.

“Um, it does sound complicated. I might have to look for the contacts to get you set but you can make it work. I got this good therapist” Ted scoffed “he could give you some directions. Give me a minute and I’ll get back to you I'll forget about it if I’ll do that later, you know”

And with that she rushed out forgetting to get rid of the cigarette she was holding.

“You’ve been awfully quiet” gaining some of her cool back along with colour on her face, Julie leaned back cocking her head and looking at the man in front of her curiously.

“Why do you put up with this? Don't you see this guy’s a duchebag?” he asked frustrated “And don't try to tell me you love him, you said it’s not true”

“I don't. But he has to put up with me, it's a fair deal” she shrugged noticing him grow even more angry at the situation

“Well, I don't know?” he groaned “Maybe find someone who doesn't have to put up with you”

“Look, I-”

“Found it!” Charlotte came back holding her phone with a random phone number opened up on the screen

“Oh thank you a lot! Let me save it on the phone” soon she was done with the whole process “I won't hold you much longer, I'm sure you have work to do”

“Dont worry about it, a little break is always needed. Speaking of which want to go out with us after work? It's going to be Sylvia and Bill, me, Melissa and Ted. It's just for coffee, you know”

“I...” on Fridays she always hung out with Adam, even before things got messy. Looking back at Charlotte to give her phone back she paused. Maybe one day off wouldn't be so bad? “I will, it’s right after work?”

The woman nodded.

“Count me in then” opening the door she paused again, feeling much calmer and lighter after confiding in her coworkers “Oh and you’re finished, right Ted? I need to get you some papers, so stop by my desk, alright?”

“Seriously? Fuck Sylvia, I wash my hands! And besides it’s my office and my right to-”

She didn't hear what was that exactly that he had the right to do, closing the door and laughing to herself. And yes, maybe her love life was a mess but it didn't matter because it seemed that along with her new job she also found friends.

[mischief-pixie]

Knuckles

I wrote a fanfic for me and Sherlock as a coping mechanism for some things that have been happening in my life lately, and it really helped. I wanted to share it with you guys, so here it is!! HOWEVER, I will have add a TRIGGER WARNING for self-hatred, and it is a semi vent. 

xoxo,

Mintie

. . . . . . . . 

  Mint was crying again. They didn’t like crying. The feeling of tears rolling down her cheeks was wet and unpleasant. And yet lately every little thing made them cry. They had cried during a movie, they had cried when they saw a kitten in the pet store, they’d cried when Sherlock and John had gotten into a tiff and raised their voices, and then they’d cried when John had stormed out of the flat for some coffee. And that was just in the past three days. But this cry was different, in a bad way.

  Mint threw the covers off of their bed and pulled the hood of their sweater up before trudging to the bathroom. A glance in the mirror confirmed their anxieties. 

  Ugly. 

Do you think you deserve a boyfriend like Sherlock? You’re wrong.

You cry at everything. You’re so over-emotional and no one wants to be around you. 

Stupid. 

You’re not smart enough to be Sherlock’s partner.

You don’t deserve your life.

  They shook their head and sat on the bathroom floor, against the door, trying to stifle their rising sob. They knew deep down that those words weren’t true, but it didn’t make them hurt less. And it didn’t stop the poisonous doubt from slipping into their head that; maybe those words were true after all. At least the flat was empty, so no one could hear her being a crybaby. They paused and held their breath, listening for any sign of life before letting out their sobs and sinking into that comfortable abyss that is self-hatred. And then a door opened. The front door, to be exact. Mint froze and listened to the person walk up the stairs. Hastened pace, skipping steps says Sherlock on a case, but he doesn’t slam the door, so he’s not in a hurry.

  “Mint!” Sherlock’s voice rings out from the living room as he flops into his chair. “I solved that particular problem with the Lionels! It was really rather clever of me. Would you like to hear how I’ve done it?” he pauses for a moment before walking towards the hall and the bathroom. “Mint?” 

  “I’m sorry, I’d love to hear about your case, Sherlock. I’ll be right out.” Mint bolts up, wiping the tears from their face fervently. “I’m sorry, really.”

  “What for? You haven’t done anything-”

  “I dunno. Just felt like the right thing to do.” Mint opened the door and shrugged, slightly slurring their words in that “I’ve just cried, like, a lot, but I’m not ready to talk about it so I’m pretending it didn’t happen” sort of way.

  “Mint.” Sherlock took both of their hands in his, examining their knuckles for a moment. “Come on.” he grabbed a jar from the bathroom counter and then picked Mint up delicately, carrying them to the couch.

  “Sherlock, I’m really not worth-”

  “No.” He looked at them and took the lid off of the jar. “First of all, don’t let your hands become so neglected. You have lovely hands and you put effort into finding a nice hand cream, so use it.” he rubbed some hand cream onto each of their knuckles as he spoke to them. “Second, we’ve been working on your apologizing. Just because something feels off doesn’t mean it’s your fault. And third,-” he kissed their forehead and pulled them into a hug. “You are worth everything to me.”

  “But I shouldn’t.” Mint pulled Sherlock close as tears welled up in their eyes once more. 

  “You’re more intelligent then you give yourself credit for. You have a talent with words and people and making people trust you. You can make people see the logical side of things in a kind way.” 

  “I’m not nearly as good as you are at logic.”

  “But you’re kind. You’re kind to me even when I’ve hurt you. Even when the world is against you, you’re kind, and that kindness will endear you to nearly everyone you meet.” 

  “You and John always fight, and I can’t do anything about it. And I cry all the time…”

  “You can hate yourself all you want your entire life, but I will always love you.” Sherlock pulled away from the hug to place gentle kisses on each of Mint’s cheeks. 

  “But John is coming home again, right?” 

 “We’ll see.” 

  “Sherlock!!” Mint pushed him playfully and he fell backward onto to couch with a sigh. “I’ll message him.” She grabbed Sherlock's phone from the side table. 

  “No point on my phone. He’s probably shopping.” 

  “Speaking of shopping, if I get dressed real quick, can we go to the library and then get doughnuts? My book on ancient Greek culture came in.” Mint had already dropped the phone and had started rooting through the pile of clean, unfolded laundry in the basket on John’s chair. 

  “You’re changing the subject from your deep-rooted self-hatred again. Your therapist would not approve.” he rolled onto his feet fluidly and picked up a  berry-patterned blouse from the floor, handing it to Mint. 

  “I don’t have a therapist. Also, I’m not changing the subject.” they rubbed their arm as they spoke in softened tones. “I’d just rather not talk about it today.” they took the blouse from Sherlock's hand. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you for being alive today.” 

  “Bold of you to assume I was ever alive in the first place.” Mint leaned up to kiss Sherlock’s cheek before darting off with their articles of non-pajama clothes, leaving him sighing in the living room.

  “That incredible person.” he chuckled, shaking his head slightly at the antics of his person. 

. . . . . 

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[disco-vader]

It’s 3:30 AM, I haven’t used Tumblr in like 3-4 years, and my brain won’t stop screaming at me.

Sorry y’all but this is just going to be me pounding my head against the wall for a little bit here, because I need to vomit all these thoughts out SOMEWHERE and no other platform is really set up for it like this one, so if anyone who’s still following me on here sees this and thinks I’m back, well, sorry. It’s just a vent post.

It’s been two weeks since I was let go from my job because of this fucking coronavirus bullshit and being stuck with my own thoughts is. Not good. 

I’m stuck in a position of being out of work and needing a job, but having a skillset that’s entirely based around working in close physical contact with other people. I stupidly decided to go into a dying industry that requires a hard-boiled work ethic when I KNOW that I don’t have what it takes to be an independent photography business, and that there’s no such thing as a 9 to 5 photography job that isn’t retail. My photography is OK and I’ve had people be very happy with it, but I haven’t actually made any real money with it AND there’s so many better photographers out there than me. I’m the epitome of a mediocre white boy surrounded by infinitely more talented people, I just don’t have the self esteem that normally comes with it. 

I’m so fucking mad about the election bullshit, and I’m extremely sour that I’m going to have to vote for fucking B*den in November, because as much as people go on about “blah blah keep fighting” I can’t let the fucking dictator that’s in power now be the one to decide the Supreme Court! I’m so angry that my primary vote effectively means nothing!

I feel unwaveringly, desperately, and terribly lonely, and the problem is that I’ve felt this way LONG before this quarantine was put into effect. I haven’t felt like I’ve had actual close friends, like PHYSICALLY close friends that I can casually hang out with and talk to, since college. Maybe even high school, if I’m being honest. I’ve got people that I’m friends with, of course - lots of them - but SO MANY of them are people I’ve met through conventions and more realistically, convention photography. They all live far away, and 90% of the time that I’m spending with them in person is doing a photoshoot with them. There’s times when I wonder how many of these people would have actually become friends with me if I didn’t have a camera. 

SO MUCH of my social circle is based around conventions, and it’s so frustrating, because I only attend 3, maybe 4 conventions a year total, and meanwhile everyone else goes to like 6 or 7 or something, which means there’s all kinds of interpersonal drama and feuds that I’m not privy to, and I hate getting involved with, and don’t know the right course to deal with. 

And with my social circle being comprised of people I meet at conventions mostly through photoshoots, it also makes the idea of dating a horrible joke. Not only would I feel like I’d be turning into those fucking horrible photographers who only tries to shoot with people to hit on them, the people I wind up attracted to are people who I’d have no shot with ANYWAY. They’re wonderful, lovely, amazing people, but they also tend to be taken, or not compatible sexualities, or other factors. I’m so tired of falling for or getting crushes on people who are completely and totally unavailable or uninterested. 

I hate the feeling of falling for someone just to know that they would never be interested in me that way!! And it feels like that’s the only type of people I fall for!! Like, the easiest way to put it is I feel like I’m just not an attractive person. At all. Not UGLY. There’s a difference. Even with all my body self esteem issues, I don’t think I look too terrible. But there’s something about me, either my body, or personality, or whatever, that people just don’t find attractive in the romantic sense, and it fucking kills me. And I keep getting crushes or keep being sexually attracted to my friends, and they can never know, because then they’ll be creeped out, or think that I was only friends with them to get in their pants, when it’s not true! They’re just hot people and I’m constantly thirsty!!

I want to be held!!! I want someone to hold me and lay on the couch with me and lay their head on my chest and hug me!!! I want to feel like I MATTER to someone, specifically!! Not because I’m a photographer and I can take a nice picture of them, but for being ME!!! I know I’m not the catch of the week! I don’t have a lot of money and even before this quarantine shit happened I didn’t have a great job!!! But there’s people out there who can find love in even worse situations than me and make it work! Why can’t I??? 

And I’m getting older!!! I’m 31! I don’t have a lot of time left to find someone and fall in love and maybe, MAYBE if I’m lucky, have a family!! I want to be a dad some day!! Even with all the bullshit in the world, I want to have a kid and be happy and try to be a good dad! I think I would make a pretty decent father if I had the chance!! But no, I’m just squandering my life away, and I don’t think it’ll ever happen at this point!! 

And I want sex!!! I hate that it’s always on my mind but I’m such a thirsty, sappy bitch of a man and I fucking hate it! But I’m terrified of that too, because I have so little actual experience that I feel like anyone who I would sleep with would find me a total joke! Not to mention that if I can’t even find REGULAR FRIENDS to hang out with who live near me, how the fuck am I going to find anyone nearby who’s open to banging, either in a real relationship or in a casual FwB thing??

I’m just. I’m lonely, and angry, and tired, and my sleep schedule is SO fucked up beyond belief that I’ve been wasting the days away, and I don’t know what to even try to do because what’s the damn point. 

[spaceskam]

If you’re accepting prompts, maybe do a malex fic of emotionally hurt!michael and like comforting Alex but like post the drive-in scene (does that make sense??)

“I thought we agreed to be friends.” Alex hummed.  Michael shifted his eyes away from his whiskey to Alex, but then right back to his glass. He admittedly hadn’t spoken to Alex much outside of group situations, but that didn’t seem to bother Alex like it bothered him.  That is until Alex asked him to dinner so they could talk about something more lighthearted and Michael had turned him down to go to the bar.

“We are,” Michael said dryly.  Alex sat beside him, nudging him with his elbow and flashing a smile that made Michael feel some type of way.  He avoided thinking too much about it.

“Why’d you choose the bar over hanging out with me?  Am I that bad?” Alex asked.  Michael realized Alex sounded more playful than made sense.  “Friends hang out.”

“Yeah, they do.  Guess you were sending too many mixed signals.” Michael shot back, adding an extra dose of anger to counterbalance Alex’s joy.  Alex furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean, mixed signals?” Michael laughed dryly and turned to face him.

“I mean you say you want to talk, but then you invite me over to be absolutely alone as if you don’t know us.  You know it won’t be just dinner.  It’ll end up a night or two of sex and then you’ll get scared again.  Then I end up hurt again. Because that’s how this goes and has gone for a decade.” Michael spat, pushing himself off the bar stool and storming outside.  

He didn’t know what overcame him..  He’d been skeptical of Alex’s intentions since he told him he wanted to start over and only more walls were built as time passed without talking.  He’d seemed so sure about communicating when he said it, but then never seemed to make a real effort.  Now, he’d made some sort of fake attempt by wanting to talk in a place they both knew they’d get no talking done.  Michael would usually be all for mindless sex with Alex, but that had routinely set him up for getting hurt and he didn’t think he could take it anymore.  Talking was the only thing he’d accept at this point.

“Guerin!  Guerin, stop!” Alex called, catching up and grabbing his arm.  Michael turned to face him, glaring at Alex who only seemed to be confused. “I don’t understand.  I told you it’s different this time, why don’t you believe me?”

“When have you ever shown me that I can trust you when it comes to that? First, you leave for basic and don’t respond to a single letter I wrote to you, but I let it go when you came back because I missed you.  Then you go on your first tour and you once again ignore me and I didn’t really expect you to talk to me, but when you finished it and I told you I didn’t want to, you were the one who promised it’d be different this time.  But then you left again.  Without telling me.  And, outside of that one fucking letter you sent, I hadn’t fucking heard from you in years.  And you come back and it feels different because we kissed at the reunion and you seemed to give a shit about my wellbeing, but then… Alex, you’ve never shown me it will ever be different, why should I trust you now?” Michael vented, trying to avoid the tears that threatened to spill.  He had never really said out loud just how many times Alex had dropped him, but actually hearing it made him feel worse than he already did.

“I… I didn’t realize…”

“Yeah, I know you didn’t because I’m not allowed to have fucking feelings.” Michael spat, glaring at Alex until he couldn’t take it and chose the ground instead.

“You’re right.  I haven’t really thought about how shit affects you.  You’re always cold about everything.”

“I’m done acting like you don’t hurt me over and over.” Alex nodded as he took a step closer.

“I’m sorry.  You’re right, I get scared and I run.  But I meant it when I said I’m done with that.  I want to make shit work with us.” Alex insisted, resting a hand on Michael’s arm.  He shoved it off.

“Do you? Because you’ve made no effort to sort our shit out since you said you wanted to.” Michael shot back, returning to glaring.  It felt good to glare, even if he could only do it towards Alex in small doses.  Alex made him feel weak, but also stronger than he’s ever been.  He hated it.

“You haven’t either.  This is a two player game, you need to reach out too.” Alex tried.  Michael raised his eyebrows and scoffed.

“What?  No!  I’ve spent the last decade reaching out to you!  Hell, the day before you came to talk, I tried!  I try and I try and it’s your turn.  I’m tired, Alex.  If you want me, you need to fucking work.” Michael spat, slightly regretting his words when he realized they sounded more sappy romcom than anything.  However, when Alex gave that concerned look and nodded, he knew he got the word choice just right.

“Okay.  And I’m reaching.  Look, there’s gotta be more than just sex.  I’ve had just sex and I’ve had real relationships‒nothing compares to the way I feel about you.” Alex insisted, taking another step closer.  Michael stepped back.  If Alex got too close, he’d probably fucking cave and his entire outburst would mean nothing.  “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“No. I don’t want to be alone with you until we talk it out.” Alex rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh.

“Guerin, you can trust me.”

Those words reignited every ounce of anger and pain.  Why were people so dense?  Why did they not understand you have to show, not tell?  Michael shut his eyes tight, feeling his anger boil to the point he was shaking.  He didn’t realize he wasn’t the only thing he was shaking until Alex grabbed his wrist.

“Michael.  Calm down.  Not here.” Alex whispered.  Michael wanted to fight it, but he knew they were already in a risky situation with the number of people who knew what they were.  He knew he needed to stop.

“I don’t fucking trust you!  Not like that!”

“I know, I know, okay.  It’s okay, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  It’s okay.” Alex insisted, taking initiative and grabbing Michael by the back of the neck.  Alex held him tight in a hug, only holding tighter whenever Michael tried to pull away.  “I know you don’t trust me.  Let me try to earn that trust.  The first step is avoiding making your abilities public knowledge.”

The longer they stood there, the more Michael felt himself caving.  Not to Alex like that, but to the situation.  The tight hug seemed to begin to slowly squeeze the anger out of him, eventually leaving nothing but his fear.  Fear that this was just the beginning to the worst of it.  Fear that he was being nothing more than an idiot by even letting Alex try.

But what could he do?  He was in love with someone who loved him back.  There were only so many things keeping them apart, regardless if it was healthy or not.

“Tonight, go home and get some sleep.  Tomorrow, let’s get coffee and let’s talk.  Let’s talk everything out.  No anger, no animosity.  Let me know you and let me prove it’s worth it.  I swear to god it’s worth it.” Alex promised, resting his chin on Michael’s head.

It felt odd.  They didn’t really hug, not unless it was going to eventually lead to sex.  But that’s not what this was.  This was nothing more than Alex holding him and him holding Alex right back.  There were no pulling away, there were no overwhelming stares, and there weren’t any kisses‒they were just holding each other for a countless amount of time when sex wasn’t even on the table.

For the first time in a long time, Michael felt like it might actually work.

“Okay.”

[asamlambung]

“what if not a single thing we prayed for has come to be?” (alt.)

I still don’t know whether I should call this Sandman AU or Meltyland Nightmare AU. But I drew this, it exists, and so does a summary and hcs under this cut.

In this universe, there are beings that regulate dreams called sandmen - Stan being one and recently able to use his powers to other people

A sandman’s role was to bless a child’s sleep with either good dreams or bad ones - based on how “good” they’ve been for the whole day.

They’re able to enter a child’s dreams in case of any outside forces that intend to disturb the planned dream - but it risks the immortality of the sandman to do so and it takes a lot of energy to get out of it

Getting your presence noticed by a child is also greatly frowned in the sandman kind - it makes the dream-production harder for the child and most of the time the sandman leave the child to have dreamless sleeps instead

This is why there’s a short training period for sandfolk who wants to use their powers - so the occupation is not something required to do but you do need a certain amount of commitment to do it

Some people were worried about Stan choosing the occupation in the first place - afraid that his empathy might make him subjectively sort someone’s dreams but with the help of his friends, he manages to pass the training period even if he was left with the echoing statement of not letting his heart dictate his actions from his parents

A few weeks into the job and Stan manages to do his job relatively well but just before entering work monotony, Stan encounters a boy with a situation he’d never seen before

For the whole day, he observed on how the boy had been and was surprised by how much he’d been perfectly good (even the kids he gave good dreams to still had their own faults), but there were obvious signs that he spent the days isolated and lonely - and he seemed to notice that the boy seemed anxious

The main rule for sandfolk to not get attached to the children they were giving dreams to, but when the boy lended his help to a stranded dog - something Stan himself couldn’t do because of his corporeal form as much as he wanted to - he found himself touched by the boy’s actions.

The reason of his anxiety became clear when he went home - when his parents immediately scolded him for the smallest things he did. By the time the boy was getting ready to go to bed, Stan was in utter confusion on what to do to this boy - Butters, as his parents and everyone else called him, but Leopold based on the name he got from his assignment

A well-known secret between sandmen is that the way to determine what a child would dream is based on their conscious, thoughts and opinions that will never see the light of the day. It changes based on their mental state and a sandman gets assigned one person for a duration of a year before moving on to the next batch of people.

From what Stan heard, the type of dreams of one person would vary from one person to another but the boy he was assigned with has the same nightmares everyday and it seemed to affect Butters in a bad way

Sure, everyone talked about the sandpeople who gave up their whole life just for one person but Stan felt a connection with the Butters. He did things that Stan wished he could do and maybe it was because of Stan’s own sappy heart but it was rare to see someone with a heart as sincere as Butters’ own.

He decided to do a gambit that went against everything he was thought - to stave off Butters’ own nightmare by entering Butters’ headspace during his sleep and replacing his nightmares with dreams that are more in line with something that is neither nice or horrible.

So, kinda like a dream purgatory.

It worked, somehow Butters still manages to make the purgatory-dreams into a good dream on his own (even though there was hesitation in his part) and Stan couldn’t muster up the heart to leave him back to another sandperson that will definitely bring back the nightmares to him.

To prevent that from happening, he pulls every “mishap” in the book that would elongate the time he has with Butters. Even roping in his friends to help him.

(Which Kyle is against to but goes along with, Kenny being 100% in after hearing the full story, and Cartman not caring as long as Stan knows he owes him a favor.)

For a consistent amount of time, it seemed like everything was going well. There was a slow but noticeable increase in Butters’ own mental health and no one else was none the wiser for Stan’s situation.

But the whole world was somehow still against the boy and due to the larger amount of power that Stan has to use to maintain the purgatory-dreams, his body is getting weak.

He tried to be patient and hope that something in the real world would be stable enough to get Butters in a better mental space, but the pressure from his friends and the his own drained health makes it hard to be.

It all piles up until at one point during the job Stan has enough and with his weakened power, accidentally reveals himself to Butters in the middle of venting. Fortunately, he was discovered right when the dream was ending.

Butters woke up feeling disoriented and confused on whether that was an actual person on his mind or not - but the question faded enough for the whole day until it was time for another dream.

Meanwhile, Stan managed to get out due to Kyle’s help but he almost landed himself on actual legal trouble with the sandpeople. It was time to stop, and everyone who knew about this agreed.

While surveying Butters in the real world, Stan learns that a meteor shower was happening at where the boy was at. Whenever an object from space interacts with Earth, the sandpeople were at their strongest. In secret, Stan plans the last dream he’ll give for the Butters.

Before going to bed, Butters got into a huge fight with his parents over seeing the meteor shower. Something that affected Stan’s plan as Butters went to sleep.

The nightmares that Butters made up were breaking in , to prevent Butters from seeing them - Stan ended up exposing himself again to protect him.

While talking over dinner, the two learn about each other more than what Stan had learned in his time as Butters’ sandman and the two actually got along well for the short amount of time they had. Maybe it’s due to the fact that Stan was already familiar with him, but Butters was also talking to him like he was talking to an old friend.

In a vulnerable moment as Stan talks about what he’s been doing for Butters, said boy gets consumed by his own nightmares due to Stan’s lowered defense.

It was now that Butters realized how much Stan has sacrificed to protect him. It hurt him to know this, but at the same time - it was the first time he felt any sort of unconditional care for his own well being.

Stan used up the last chunk of his powers to get Butters out of the nightmare permanently. He had a plan where he would have enough power to get out of the dream, but by doing that - he had no juice left to get out. It was a risk he knew and was willing to take.

Distraught, Butters asks why he would do something for someone like him. As Stan explains every single thing he’s experienced that had to do with his current decision, Butters points out that the whole place was melting - even Stan’s own existence was melting.

“Oh, uh. That means you’re waking up.” Stan nonchalantly explains, though the slight tremble in his voice betrays that.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Stan?” Butters asked, worry laced in his voice like he could see through Stan’s own mask.

“...No, you won’t. I’m can’t see you for the rest of my life. Can’t see anyone else either.” The implication behind his words were obvious, and he was afraid that he might make his dreamer cry after saying that.

That was why he was surprised by the smile that answered instead.

“I’m sorry, Stan. Thank you.” It almost sounded bittersweet and hid a lot more words that he wanted to say, but even he can’t deny the sound of the alarm clock echoing in the land.

“Just-- Please don’t forget about this place.” Stan couldn’t say anymore after that, he could feel the tears choking up on his face and hoped that it wasn’t obvious to Butters.

Because through all the fears of losing his life, his friends, his family, and a world to come back to. The one thing he was most scared of was being forgotten by this one boy in front of him.

“I won’t.”

The hug the two shared seemed to last for an eternity and a second and when Butters left - almost looking back but deciding against it - Stan was alone.

And he melted into nothingness.

(When Butters woke up, the boy immediately searched for a pen and paper - something, anything, to write down about his dreams and the boy in it.)

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Supposedly, the AU continues to Seventina where it’ll be about how Stan’s actions impact Butters’ life from then on (I still don’t know if it’s just going to be symbolically or if Stan’s actually going to be reincarnated like a soup drama or something) but I’ll leave this AU in the state of open ending because it was only meant to go on for the scope of the song - which does have some different lyric interpretations to fit it into the AU.

Thanks for reading!!

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Also I have an alternate AU that came up to my head right when I was about to finish typing this where Stan and Butters are in a more equal standing with them sharing the same dreamspace for a certain amount of time. The flow of the story would more or less be the same though. Well, this alternate version is out there I guess. Have fun with the angst <3.