#i'm so sorry katie these suck so much

[didsomeonesayventus]

lord the way i can write in circles about Alear and the visceral experience of [redacted]

(or, the wordbarf of “I am very unhinged about Alear how dare you assume im normal” ft. copious spoilers for like. chp 21 onward because I need tumblr to know I’ve already said most of this on twitter to some extent)

he finally got to experience love and how he finally started recovering from his trauma and how he was at his desperate, frantic wit’s end probably when he first struck sombron down how he probably felt cornered and would rather risk his life and everything else to simply be free of his father how he went in without an emblem and all alone and likely not telling Lumera the full plan probably terrified if he would come out alive 1v1-ing sombron with nothing but fuck it he would rather fight for a chance to live in peace than wait for his dad to find out how “defective” he is and dispose of him like so many siblings and lumera was probably going to stop him because it’s crazy it’s stupid it’s risky it’s not worth it she loves him and promises one day it will end don’t be rash and please hold on but!!!!!! god damn does someone have to try and he is tired of waiting for the chance to get better he cannot fucking take it anymore!!!!! he can’t sit there and wait and worry and be strong he has a sister out there who is at risk every second they carry on their little hidden charade! 

How PAINFUL it is to finally receive kindness and be forced to realize all these scars and all these days spent walking on eggshells is for NOTHING for even what had been kindness before pales in comparison how WOUNDED to realize how damaged you are simply trying to survive and how unfair it all must feel when kindness and love was simply that easy to choose and yet knowing your father would never, EVER be kind.

and contrary to having a gentle and honorable nature that only carried out sombron’s will to survive, coerced into such violence and desolation, the nature that is stilted and a thoughtless machine so he, too, does not join the ranks of failure, the nature that the hero king himself recalls as “You were kind, as you are now.”, despite that gentle, gentle core that somehow survived he has such malice for his father there is no mercy there is no kindness dare I say he- with only a little conflict and concern -relishes the opportunity to personally do his father in because after years of abuse and trauma there is finally catharsis and it pours from him like he is finally vomiting and coughing up the vile dregs of the poison in his system

finally hope that is so disgustingly blinding right in front of him and how he was SO CLOSE he was SO CLOSE to walking away from this he was sick and giddy and the thought that he was going to get away and be free and live happily with his mother and go find veyle and be SAFE and HAPPY FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE and then ITS JUST. TAKEN. IN A SINGLE MOMENT.

how even saying himself the war is over and they don’t have to worry still accepting that he’s a Fell Dragon this is just WHAT HAPPENS as if he is not sitting there dying, struggling to breathe, having just ended a war that nearly wiped out the Divine Dragons, no doubt caused terror across the land, HAVING DONE A GENUINELY OBJECTIVELY GOOD THING THAT HE HIMSELF RECOGNIZED and still saying that Fell Dragons die in the end. how he is no better than the father laying only feet away who treated his children like tools and only spoke his name once when he was born. Lumera says he’ll just sleep and he’ll wake up and it will be fine and how he so subtly doubts that and still speaks as if this is his last chance, simply speculating how, if he does wake up, he wants to be like her AS IF HE ISN’T ALREADY FOR. YOU KNOW. ENDING THE WAR AND SLAYING THE PROBLEM DRAGON.

the way i pull at my hair and scream at the top of my lungs over how AWFUL alear had it and how VINDICATING it is to see him grow and love and rage and scream and cry and find his own way anD KILL HIS OWN SHITTY DAD WITH A LASERBEAM OF LOVE AND ALL THE FRIENDS HE’S MADE AND GETS TO BE DRAGON JESUS HAPPILY EVER AFTER

[the-kr8tor]

hiii katy. i am officially obsessed with cowboy!hobie and i'm pretty sure i've read everything anyone has ever wrote about him at this point. so here i am asking for more. i have no thoughts - brain empty- but him using his lasso... so maybe? pretty please?

(hope you're having a magnificent day/night <3)

I'm glad you like cowboy! Hobie!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cowboy au, wild west au, cw suggestive, cw food mentions, cw blood and injury. FLUFF

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The smoke from the campfire signals life from just under the cliff edge facing the raging rapids. Pink and orange hues illuminate the vast dusty plains of the west, tumbleweeds pass by with the blowing winds; and the quiet prevails with no one else but Hobie, his trusted horse, and hopefully you waiting under the belching grey smoke.

He fixes his hat on top of his head, piercings glimmering as he smirks triumphantly. Your cat and mouse chase has finally come to an end, all the running and hiding comes to a close when he spots your seated form next to the campfire. The fiery embers illuminate your features, shadows dancing on your pretty face, eyes shining under the destructive fire.

“I was waiting for you.” You flick your eyes over to his form, lips curling into an amused smile. “Your meal's getting cold.”

Hobie chuckles under his breath, the reins under his gloved hand tightens in his hold. “What's for supper?” His horse huffs, hoof kicking dirt and dust.

“Rabbit, specially caught for you. And some beans to remind you of your old country.” You stand up, dusting your pants.

He sucks in his teeth, eyes glancing over to the river nearby. “I don't miss the old country that much.” When his green eyes return over to you, you're sitting on your horse, grinning from ear to ear. His hands slowly reach for his lasso.

“Oh I'm sure you miss something.” You send him a flirty wink. “Me perhaps? Don't pretend you don't like the chase, Hobie.” Your horse neighs in agreement.

He smiles, a ghost of amusement flickering from his jade eyes. “You've had me runnin’ after you for about four months now, love. Sorry for not playin’ along today, just a bit tired is all.” He clicks his tongue to make his horse step closer to yours. His hand wraps around his lasso on his belt.

“Oh poor bounty hunter.” You coo sweetly.

“You know what happens next. You have to come with me, love.”

You feign a tired sigh, your grin says otherwise. “If you tried your luck tonight we would've done just that. Well, after dinner of course, I'm a romantic, you see.”

“I would have said yes but your three grand bounty makes me think twice.” Hobie tamps down a laugh, heat prickling his cheeks. He has found that you've had that effect on him. “You know me, job comes first.”

“That's too bad. Maybe on our next date then!” Rearing your horse, you make her kick the boiling pot, spilling its hot contents and the heated coal all over the ground, startling his poor horse. You leave him in the dust once again.

Hobie bites his lower lip to stop an excited guffaw from escaping. He follows quickly, right after he briefly calms his startled horse.

Wind nips at his cheeks as he jumps over broken down trees, dodges rocks and cliffs, and soon after, he sees your form in the distance. With victory already in his grasp, he takes his lasso, swinging it expertly over his head. Calculating his throw, he aims, lasso flying over head.

“Wha–!” The rope cinches around your torso, wrapping you in its rough hemp, making you fall off your horse harshly on the dusty ground. “Fuck! That hurt, Hobie!” Head throbbing, you hear footsteps running frantically towards you. Instead of meeting with the end of a pistol, you feel his warm hands gently hold you. “Ow. Was that necessary? I thought we had something going on, cowboy.”

Hobie takes his gloves off to examine your bleeding forehead. There's a cut just above your brow, but other than that, you're alright. He sighs in relief, hands still carefully holding you in place. If not for his lasso around you, you'd think your handsome bounty hunter actually cares for you.

“Sure, I'm alright, Hobie, nothing to be worried about.” You sarcastically say, one eye closed as blood ebbs from your cut down to your eyelids. “I just hit my head, no biggie—!” The second you meet with his worried eyes, you clamp down. Hands suddenly clammy, mouth turning dry, and stomach doing somersaults, you haven't seen him this close to you. His eyes are greener than anything you've ever seen, pools of the greenest of clovers; and face chiseled to perfection. He looks wonderous in this light. And surprisingly, he looks like he actually cares. “Shit.” You say under your breath, flirty exterior crumbling around his boots. Your voice wakes Hobie up from his lovestruck gaze.

He clears his throat, palms now hovering above your arms. “You look alright.”

Light lines up with his head, an orange halo appears, bathing him in its glow. “I think I have a concussion.” You swallow down your sudden bashfulness.

His brows furrowed, hand tentatively reaching for your chin to carefully check you again. “Does your head hurt?” His voice is soft, and his hand is warm and softer than you thought despite his callouses. You think it all adds to the mystery of the famous bounty hunter right in front of you.

His touch alone almost made you want to surrender. Almost.

You flutter your lashes, “do all the men back in England look just as good as you?”

Hobie lets out a chuckle. A simple act that has the butterflies in your stomach fly wildly. “Just a handful of us.”

“I'm lucky then.”

Hobie squeezes your chin, for a moment, a comfortable silence hangs in the air. You could sit there forever and just look at him. He feels the same way with his fingers brushing along your bottom lip. The river behind continues to flow, water crashing loudly against the rocky river beds just a jump away from the cliff behind you.

Suddenly, his horse neighs behind him. Popping the bubble of affection around the two of you. Hobie clears his throat, and you look away, flustered. He takes his hand off your chin to help you off your feet wordlessly. Tying the lasso around you, he keeps his hands to himself, or tries to as you watch him with your eyes that are practically shaped like hearts. A trait that is unheard of from a feared outlaw like yourself.

“I have to bring you in.” He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

Arms bound to your sides, you tilt your head to meet with his downturned eyes. “D’you have to, hm, cowboy?”

Hobie straightens up, lifting your head up with his thumb pressing under your chin. He leans close, stealing the breath from your lungs. “I'm not a lawman. So I don't have to.”

You smile sweetly, “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

Hobie chuckles deeply. “But three grand is enticin’.”

“More enticing than me?”

Hobie inhales sharply, as if he's trying to restrain himself. From doing what? You suppose you have to find out.

He makes a move to walk away to grab your horse, but you stop him with your hands grabbing at his belt buckle, fingers wrapped around the cold metal as you yank him closer to you. Your arms might be bound, but your hands remain free to your sides.

“Why don't you answer my question, cowboy?”

Hobie's eyes flick over to your hand, heart thudding loudly in his chest as he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. His thumb brushes along your pulse point, feeling your heart sync with his own.

“Because you'd love my answer to that, love. But my debts won't.”

Leaning close, you reach his lips with your own floating dangerously close above it. Briefly, you both stand there, indulging in each other's presence. Feeling like you two are the only people left in the whole world. A life with you flashes in the back of his mind. And your vision fills with only him.

With pursed lips, you slowly let go of his belt buckle. One finger at a time. “Okay then.”

Hobie feels like you've stolen his heart right there and then. Fitting well with an outlaw. Hell, he'd even let you keep it since your heart is in his grasp too.

“‘Okay?’”

You shrug, backing away. “Yeah, okay.”

“Just like that?” His fingers linger on your skin for a second. You're a mystery to him, a mystery he'd like to get to know better.

“Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Hobie blinks, shaking off his doubts. “Stay there.”

“Yep, staying right here, cowboy. Not going anywhere.”

With him walking off towards your horse to hitch it with his own, you waste no time to run off towards the edge of the cliff.

“Shit!” Hobie scrambles to get to you as you jump off. His fingers graze the ropes, and you even have the audacity to wink at him as you plunge down towards the cold water. He yells after you, watching the water with his quickening heartbeat, waiting for you to resurface. “Fuck!” Starting to take off his hat and jacket, he prepares to jump after you. “Hold on!”

Before he could dive, he sees you waving at him as the currents carry you downstream. He sighs in relief, muscles relaxing, chuckling to himself.

“See you later, cowboy!” You yell at him, floating down like you're having the time of your life. Blowing a kiss at him, your eyes stayed on him whilst he watched you go until he's barely a dot in your vision.

He hears your horse gallop away, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. His horse nudges him with his snout, huffing and puffing at him. You've won once again.

“See you later, love.”

[katedrakeohd]

One Handsome Devil Outtakes

From Chapter 20, coming in January 2025.

Summary : Kate and Drake play drinking games and order pizza.

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Drake sat down, "If drinking is your sport of choice, I'm definitely gonna win. What should we talk about?"

"I saw a bottle of whiskey in the minibar, how about a drinking game? We can play a game of Never Have I Ever.."

"I'll never say no to whiskey, but a drinking game? Do you think you really stand a chance?"

Kate walked over to Drake, sitting down on his lap, her arm wrapping around his shoulders. "The object of the game is to not drink. Or we could play truth or dare."

"I'm up for either, but truth or dare might get naughty." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Ok grab the whiskey and a couple of glasses. I'll start thinking of things to ask, and we'll play both."

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"Never have I ever been in a fist fight with someone."

Drake frowned in protest. "You don't play fair. You know my last fist fight was over you."

"Sorry, I was just looking for something easy to start with. Now drink up."

He threw back his shot of whiskey, enjoying the smokey burn of the alcohol

Drake refilled his glass, and quirked an eyebrow. If she wanted to get personal he was game. "Never have I ever...kissed a Prince."

Kate laughed, "Oh come on, you can't tell me you and Nicholas or you and Leo have never smooched after a night of drinking."

Drake scratched his head, "Pretty sure I haven't. So nope. Now bottoms up Darling."

Kate took a swallow of her whiskey, wincing at the burn and coughing. "Ok you got me. Nicholas is an excellent kisser. Too bad you've never tried it."

Drake fired her a look, "You can't make me jealous. I'm guessing you and Nicholas didn't go much further than a kiss. And please spare me any extra details. Ok we're even, drink for drink, your turn."

----Later...

Drake thought of a Truth or Dare challenge to mix things up.

"Ok, Katie Pie. Truth or Dare."

She rolled her eyes at him, " Katie Pie? Don't call me that. Stick with Darlin' it'll get you much further."

Drake poured more whiskey into his glass. "Ok, no ridiculous pet names. I like calling you Darlin', anyway. Truth or Dare?"

She chewed on her lip and felt nervous about the cocky smirk he was giving her from behind his glass. "Truth."

Drake sipped his whiskey, giving her a devilish smirk, "Hmm, have you ever faked it?"

Kate's eyes went wide, "Faked what?"

He laughed, "You're blushing redder than a Cordonian apple. You know exactly what I mean. Come on, fess up Buttercup."

---The pizza arrives..

Kate walked over with plates, handing him one.

He tipped his imaginary hat at her, "Thank - you, Darlin' " he drawled in his best American accent.

The hair stood up on the back of Kate's neck, and goosebumps rose on her arms. He sounded so sexy. The American version of his voice was lower. It rolled off his tongue like silky dark chocolate. "Wow, you do an American accent really well."

Drake pulled a slice of pizza out of the box and put it on his plate. He sucked some sauce off the tip of his thumb, "You think so? I perfected it back in college to fit in."

She felt her cheeks burn, blaming it on the whiskey. "You should use it all the time while you're here. Damn it's sexy."

He took a bite of his pizza, his face contorting as he tried to spare his tongue and mouth from the hot molten cheese and sauce. He struggled to get it down, sucking air around his mouthful as he chewed, "Fugh, thass haw."  Forcing himself to swallow, he cleared his throat and coughed into his fist.

Kate was doubled over laughing, "Ok, I take that back. Your American isn't sexy after all."

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@lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973 @mom2000aggie @dcbbw @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @nestledonthaveone @alyshak92 @irishgrl2022 @walkerdrakewalker @angelasscribbles @karahalloway @delmissesryanandcassi @twinkleallnight @clarkesangels

[suchathrilltobeagirl]

Thank you for allowing me to tell what is on my mind …

Yes if I would get the chance having you close and next to me, then I would ask you to spend your golden shower all over my face and body … yes even direct into my mouth !!! I’m down on my knees to accept your finest golden juce. I‘ll take care not one drop will go to waste.

Top would be if you would let me spend my golden juce all over your LEGS and FEET and I would lick and suck every drop off your Legs. This would be heaven taking this fine test in my nose and licking every drop off your Legs and maybe other fine parts of your body. You may even give me order what to lick and suck. I‘ll be ready to follow.

Thank you so much well in advance and hope my dreams will be fullfilled.

Thank you maybe you even let me kiss your full fine soft lips … sucking your fine jucy tasty tongue …

THANK YOU

😍

Well, I hope you feel better getting that off your chest!

While I do enjoy, and have enjoyed dating guys as a girl, I'm sorry, but what you have described is not what I would have in mind for any of my dates with a guy!

Being a girI, I spend a lot time making sure that I look as nice as I can for my date because I want him to be proud of me, to take me out, perhaps show me off to his friends and, critically, help me believe that I can make it in life, 'passing' and living as a girl full time...

I fear I may be a little too boring for you!

Katie xxx

[fallingforel]

heyy! i was wondering if you could do an alex turner fic with the one bed trope (sorry if it sounds weird but english is not my first language🥹). thank you so much if you do it!! <3

a/n. of course my lovely. I would love to do this. here it is and hope you like it. p.s. this would defo happen with 2013 slutty alex era and I hope you like it. and don't worry...I barely understand my own english sometimes and I'm a native english speaker I had this half written a few weeks back but have finally finished it now. half asleep so sorry if theres any errors. It's probably the longest oLove you all <3😂😂😂

CW: sexual tension, smut, MNDI

NOTHING I MENTION IN THIS IS HOW I PORTRAY ANY PERSON! PLEASE REMEMBER THEY ARE ONLY FICTIONAL, JUST LIKE ANY OTHER BOOK!

PROMPT: none

WORDS: 2,894

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Alex and I have never seen eye to eye with each other. And that really sucked when we were in a band together. I had only ever agreed to it because they were really desperate for a female singer for their songs. I was Matt's sister but have always despised Alex, ever since he moved in next door to me. During the summers when we was younger he was always soaking me with a water gun when I was trying to catch up on some reading and sun bathing.

MAY 2002

"Y/n please come on we're desperate for a female singer, please come on. You know I wouldn't ask if I was so desperate. But you're the only girl I know that can sing well" Alex said

"Okay fine." I say which makes Matt and Alex whisper Yes to themselves and fistpump the air.

"But on one condition." I say making them hold their cheers

"What?"

"Only until you find a replacement. Because this is not what I want to do, I want a Uni. You must promise me you actively look."

"okay" They both say in Unison

MAY 2013

After the glorious upturns of the first album I was surprised, and also Matt and Alex begged me to stay. I reluctantly agreed but I decided that I could get used to the lifestyle after going on our first tour.

So here I was On our 4th tour and My opinions of Alex hadn't change Infact I think they have gotten worse, especially since the incline we've had. The fame getting to his head a little bit. Thinking he could get every girl he wants. It really angered me. He also thought he was better than me and that riled me up, especially when we were on stage and he took over the spotlight, cutting me off at any moment he could.

It was only when we got to sweden things took a turn for the worse.

"I'm staying with breanna, Jamies with Katie, and nicks with Kelly. so you two have got to share" Matt said when we arrived at the hotel.

"WHAT??" Alex and I said in unison

"what do you mean we've got to share? I am NOT sharing with him"

"yeah and I'm not sharing with her"

"EXCUSE YOU? IM A DELIGHT TO SHARE A ROOM WITH I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW" I said raising my voice a bit which had people turning their heads to look in our direction, usually I would've been a bit embarrassed but in that moment I was too riled up to care.

"YOU SAID IT FIRST!" Alex retorted which only started the anticipated tumultuous bickering between the two of us.

Which made Matt shout over us "ENOUGH!" which made us stop and turn out heads at him. "It's only for one night, Please can you just get over it. It only happened because we had our original room arrangement of Alex and I sharing and then You, jamie and Nick having your own rooms and Breanna surprised me. I'll make sure Ian books five rooms for the next stop and the stops after so it doesn't happen again okay?" he asks. raising his eyebrow at both of us, and holding up a keycard

"fine." we both say. I grab the card from his hand and get in the lift, alex following hot on my heels, grabbing his suitcase dragging it across the floor, to the lift. I press the button for the fifth floor. We're waiting in silence for what feels like a decade but in reality is only a minute. The lift dings and we both step out.

I look for room 542 which I finally reach after turning a million corridors. I put the keycard in the door and open the door to find my worst nightmare a double bed...one.

"Oh this has got to be the worst day in existence." Alex says from behind me. "At least we can agree on one thing." I say before I'm hearing the door shut so I look behind me to find no Alex so I open the door. Only to find an Alex shaped figure walking the way to the lift so I shout "where are you going" "To find another room" "You won't find one, the rooms are all booked incase you haven't forgotten we're hosting a concert tomorrow" but I am met with a middle finger and Alex walking away.

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A knock is heard on the door 10 minutes later, I open it to find Alex standing at it. "No rooms available then?" "Nope. I'm going to sleep on the tour bus. Anything is better than sharing a bed with you" "Okay fine whatever, you won't find it comfortable especially after sleeping in hotels for this tour. see you in thirty" I say my back faced to him returning on getting my pyjamas and my shower stuff out of my suitcase. I'm only met with "see you at soundcheck" and dragging of wheels on the floor and harsh slamming on the door.

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thirty minutes later I had managed to get in and out of the shower in my pyjamas. and I was just about to dry my hair when I was met with a knock on the door, and once again there stood Alex.

"Uncomfy?" I questioned. before walking away from the door.

"No actually, there were fans outside shouting for you."

"awwh is the little narcissist too afraid of his ego getting bruised" I said with a fake pout on my face and a fake mothers concern lacing my voice.

"Fuck this I'm gonna go see if any of the lads will let me bunk with them" "for fucks sake Alex leave them alone, they're all with their girlfriends for the first time in months they don't need you cockblocking them" I said but once again I'm met with the harsh slam of the door

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No more than 10 minutes later I am met with a knock on the door. I open it once again but laugh when I'm met with Alex wincing in pain from breanna holding his ear "please take him, he's not sleeping in our room" She says. "Bring him in." I say sighing

"I told you, the girls don't want you interrupting their time with their boyfriends. Now stop being such a baby and get changed for bed. It's not that bad sharing with me."

"I'll sleep on the floor thank you" Alex says tenaciously. stripping himself down to the boxers, Alex is a good looking guy that I will admit, but not near enough personality to have me on my knees risking them getting first degree burns from the carpet. He had my throat in my mouth, almost losing the words coming out of my mouth... key word, almost.

"No you fucking well won't come off it, you and I know that it is near enough impossible to have a good night's sleep on the floor, now get in the bed. I'll create a pillow barrier, if I'm really that scary sleeping with" I say while pulling the covers down for Alex to climb in

"No need. I'll just sleep on the edge so nothing happens" he says.

"fine suit yourself" I say sighing turning over the other way and moving right to the end of the bed so that there was a big enough gap between the two of us .

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We were in silence for at least half an hour before Alex broke it.

"Why do you hate me?" Alex turned and said Of course he chose now to air out our dirty laundry, right when I was just about to imagine being in Chris Evan's arms.

"I don't hate you, I just dislike you. Since the minute you moved next door." I say turning to face him

"Oh come off it, You can't hold a grudge for that long Y/n." he laughs, that sound that only ever came out of Alex once in a blue moon, the kind of laugh that has you quaking in your boots like one of the fangirls of Elvis many years ago.

FUCK, I really have fallen for him. Maybe whatever I was feeling wasn't distaste, but in actual reality, Like.

I didn't have to tell him, one thing about me was I could keep a good facade up for a long long time.

"Oh, I can and I will" I say lying through my teeth.

"No seriously, there's something else what is it?" he says raising an eyebrow.

"I...Uh..." I said my cloudy brain betraying me, I knew there was a reason. I just couldn't think of it. Not right now, not when Alex was looking like a greek god infront of me.

snap out of it Y/n

"does this feel like the hate you have for me" he said leaning in and kissing my lips holding onto my hair. The kiss wasn't slow or sensual, nor filled with distaste. It was desperate, needy and fast, filled with desire. I kissed back my hands finding a way to latch onto his gelled hair.

After mere moments he moved on top of me, pulling off my pyjama top and finding his way to my unconcealed breasts kneading them like he was a sculptor and I was his masterpiece. He then moved his way down from my lips kissing down my neck placing hot warm open mouth kisses until he reached my tits sucking them and occasionaly nibbling my nipples.

He spent a few moments on each of my boobs until he started working his way down my body until he reached my belly button sending shivers up my spine causing me to arch my back, which allowed him to tug my pyjama shorts off along with my panties. The cold air to my exposed core shocked me right though causing an audible gasp.

"Now, Now Princess, None of that yet. I haven't even showed you my expert skills" Alex said, cockily. Stopping his work for a second tilting his head up to reach my eyes looking into my eyes with his hazel ones staring right back up at me lust taking over the hazel with black.

He continued with his hot wet kisses down until he reached my core, placing a hand over my clit before he started licking my folds slow and sensual, before he dove right into my clit switching his fingers for his mouth. He entered his fingers into me easing slowly but the pace soon quickened, causing me to let out a few whimpers every now and again.

He then switched out his fingers for his tongue jerking in and out sending me right out the knot forming in the bottom of my stomach before I could even orgasm though he pulled away completely.

"what are-" "I want to be inside you when you come" He said cutting me off sitting up and ripping off his clothes, one item by one until I heard the irreplaceable rip of foil he was infront of me completely naked and he came back down over me, placing his cock back inside me without warning which made me gasp.

Our bodies moved together, slow and sensual then fast and needy before I felt that knot again in the bottom of my stomach "Alex" I let out a moan "Im about to-" "let go princess I'm there too." We both came together it was something out of a movie the way Alex's face morphed when he came. We stayed together for a few minutes before he flipped me over and both our libidos came back again.

"ride me this time sweetheart, I want to feel every inch of that pussy sweetheart" He said, I didn't need telling before I was on top of him bouncing rolling my hips every which way. It soon got me to come again. Letting out a few strings of moans before, "oh alex" "oh my god" "Oh fuck" before a final one.

"that's it sweetheart come for me let it all out"

He came soon after.

I laid ontop of him for a good while.

"Come on lets get you cleaned up darling" He said getting up and pulling out of me before picking me up and pulling me into the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet

"go for a wee sweetheart, you don't want any nasty UTI'S" I did as he said while he found a some bubble bath and started running a bath.

"why are you doing this alex?"

"Why am I doing what sweetheart?"

"Looking after me, it's not like I deserve it. I've been nothing but horrible to you these past years we've known each other"

"It's what you deserve." He said,

the silent air between us smelt of sex but also had tension riding between us. What that tension was, I had no idea.

"Can I tell you something y/n" Alex said breaking the uncomfy silence we were sitting in

"You don't have to ask if you can tell me something Alex. Just tell me."

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess. I soon realised that couldn't be far from the truth though. Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done." He said before retracting back into the silence that we had created around us.

"Alex." I said sighing

"You don't have to say you love me back right now, But there has to be something there right? what happened back there. There wasn't an ounce of hate in that sex Y/n"

"It's a lot right now Alex, But I definitely like you back." I said smiling sluggishly, the post sex sleep taking over my eyelids.

"uh uh, don't fall asleep on me princess. It's time to take a bath" He said pulling me off the toilet seat and placing me into the bathtub before climbing in behind me and sitting behind me allowing me to put my head back onto his chest.

He washed my hair, my back and let me do the rest we stayed resting against each other for a few minutes before he coaxed me out of the bathtub wrapping me up in a towel and putting my hair in another towel turban style. After getting dried I put my hair into a ponytail and put my pyjamas back on.

Alex joined me back on the bed, and pulling me close to his chest. we stayed like that before I felt my eyes grow heavy and fall asleep in Alex's warmth.

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I was woken up with chaste kisses being placed on my back with a pair of manly arms wrapped around my waist. Panic ensued for a few moments before I realised what happened last night.

Alex.

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess" "Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done"

Princess.

A smile ripped through the blank expression on my face. It felt like a dream but alas it wasn't it was real life. I had someone that loved me someone that I loved back. I always thought that this happened in romance books or movies. But, it happened in real life too. That much was proven by Alex and I.

I hummed and turned over wrapping my arms round Alex

"Morning princess," Alex said "Why do you call me that?" "what princess?" "yeah."

"because, you are a princess and you deserve the world of luxuries" "Alex" I said tearing up "That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me"

"don't cry darling, I didn't mean to make you cry. I've done that enough over the years we've known each other"

"Happy tears I promise" I say silence crowding over us, But this time a nice comfortable one, Unlike the uncomfy tension one last night in the bathroom.

"I've been doing some thinking" I say this time me being the one to break the silence.

"Oh yeah? what's that darling?"

"I realised that I feel the same way you feel about me, I realised that I haven't felt like this ever, not when I was with other people, I never felt about them the same way the way I feel about you. I love you back Alex." I say before I get a kiss on my lips. This time filled with love, no desire for it to turn into something deeper.

Though we were soon burst out of our bubble by a knock at the door we both groaned I got up and answered the door.

"What do you want Matt?"

"Oh shit, You and Alex had sex didn't you. EWWW, ALEX MY SISTER DUDE?"

"Shut up what do you want?"

"You didn't deny it. It's true then?"

"yes. Alex and I are now seeing eachother. It happened last night. Now. Answer my question. What. Do. You. Want?"

"good to know. Your going to miss breakfast, It ends in half an hour and also soundcheck starts in 2 hours so make sure you're at the tour bus with 15 minutes to spare. Thank you goodbye. guess I won't need to be telling Ian to book those spare rooms after all." Matt says turning his back as I go to the shut door.

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END.

[makingmeagirlwithluv]

BTS MEMBERS AS ANGSTY LOVE SONG LYRICS AND WHY YOU WOULD BREAK UP

Author disclaimer: This is just for fun! I'm sure all the boys are lovely in their personal relationships. I just want to feel angsty!

Warnings: Angst, swearing, PG, but my blog is 18 plus so MINORS DNI.

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm bein' a cool girl, I'm keepin' it so tight"

"I need him like water, he thinks that I'm alright

I'm not feelin' human, I think he's a good guy"

Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod

Not sure if yall were ever dating officially :(

He's brilliant and wonderful but he can't make time for you in his head or his heart.

Thinks you're lovely and sweet and enjoys spending time with you but would not claim you.

You try harder to get his attention than you do caring for yourself. It's just not gone work I'm so sorry

Park Jimin:

"I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you"

False God by Taylor Swift

Absolutely devastating arguments lead to the breakup.

Jimin isn't a yeller but he can be so cruel when he's heated. And he doesn't take back anything he says even if he knows it hurts your feelings.

Will not talk to you for days on end if you don't apologize first.

Ultimately the anxiety you felt every time you disagreed on something was not worth it in the end. You break up and speak when you run into each other but don't date again.

Kim Seokjin

"'Cause I know we said we'd just be friends

I can't lie and I can't pretend

Boy, I've tried and bottom line is

I still love you and I hate this"

I hate this- Tenille Arts

He broke up with you cause he liked you more as a friend and wanted to do his own thing.

You are not handling it well.

You keep making up reasons to talk to him seeking some form of closure an he's so gentle he keeps talking it through with you because he does care about you.

Sadly as much as you love him and think he's your forever he does not feel that way about you.

Jeong Jung Kook

"Cause you're so pretty

When you smile, it kills me,

You're the only person left, so hold me

Don't leave me"

Ur So Pretty- Wasia Project

Anxious attachment style on both ends oh my gosh!

You were both so nervous about fucking things up and losing each other yall wouldn't let each other breathe like.

Lots of jealousy on both ends.

Relationship kind of imploded on itself.

Maybe some therapy would have helped but then again maybe not.

You two have an on and off thing for like a year before agreeing you're better off as friends.

Min Yoongi:

"And it's true

I tend to follow in his stride

Instead of side by side

I take his cue"

A part of that- The last five years

You just kind of lost yourself in him?

It's easy to fall into the world of min yoongi but your sense of individuality slowly fell away.

You looked up one day and your world was only him and it wasn't his fault but you had to find you again.

The breakup was amicable and you're still friends to an extent. You don't date again for a few years after him as you spend that time rediscovering yourself.

Jung Hoseok

"But when you walked out that door

A piece of me died

I told you I wanted more

But that's not what I had in mind

I just want it like before

We were dancin' all night"

Blue Jeans- Lana del Rey

Hobis ambition is not something you or anyone can get in the way of.

He loves you but he loves success a little more.

Long nights at the studio missed anniversaries long stints of no communicatom became the norm. You tried desperately to act like being second place in his life didn't bother you

But it did. And one day you walked out of his life and never looked back. One week without communication became 3 became months became a year.

It sucks that it fizzled out but you learned to date only people who had time for you.

Kim Taehyung

"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

Sorry to say that you pushed this sweet guy away,friend.

So good to me, so right...But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't"

Back to December- Taylor swift

You had a lot of shit going on and you liked Tay but he always felt in the way even when he was just trying to love you.

You dumped him pretty abruptly, and he was pretty hurt and even asked you to reconsider a few times, but he eventually moved on.

After healing the parts of yourself that was not ready for a man like him you decide you'd love to try again.

He's already moved on though. Sometimes timing and life is funny like that.

You learn to be happy for him after being miserable for a while and eventually you love again.

And that's it! Let me know if you liked these and if you want more boys as song lyrics or head canons. Make sure to follow me for bts fan fic/ head cannons

[duckduckhjonk]

emerging from my cave to bring you the final* installment of this before I get to writing the au!

now for the explanations! Ok so as you who have been following this know, I have struggled with what to have Leshawna's digimon partner be. After a long long time of debate and struggling I landed between either the Jazzamon line and the Kudamon line. I felt Kudamon worked a little better for her. I think they could get along. Probably have similar but also in some way opposite personalities.

OK HEAR ME OUT. You might be wondering, Tumblr user DuckDuckHjonk, why did you give Katie and Sadie both Dracomon evolution lines? HEAR ME OUT. I think it would be cute to see the two going "omg look our digimon match!!" But also, with this being a mix of an au and a rewrite, I'm giving these two a much more in depth storyline and I feel these two fit that storyline well enough.

I really liked Floramon for Justin, and also Ceresmon, very plant and very like- beauty based I suppose. I think it would be interesting in action he sees his once-beautiful Floramon becoming Kiwimon and Delumon often, he'd fear his digimon is losing the beauty he is also losing. It would make for an interesting conflict.

Noah's line was tricky. I had to build around both Phascomon and Kumbhiramon because I felt both worked really well for him. I actually think he wouldn't get Hypogryphomon used very often because I have a really cool idea involving some jogress evolutions involving him.(No spoilers hehehehehe)

For Ezekiel it was really hard to build around him given how little screentime he had. While I do want to include him in action, I do think he'd still end up an early boot there regardless as I have some really good ideas for the feral zeke(As you could probably tell by the inclusion of Mad Leomon and its final form)

Sierra is getting the Marin Angemon treatment... Had to be done, no way around it. It worked so well. But I like it. She's unreasonably strong, it could be so fun to see them working as being unreasonably strong together. I did include Cythillamon just in case I end up using it. It might end up as like a if she gets pissed off it'll slide evolve to that/I needed something interesting for Marin Angemon to do.

For Alejandro I went with a basic Coronamon line. Probably a little basic?? Probably not my best pick, but I really liked the thought of him having a cute/very cool looking digimon only for it to turn around and be Apollomon Whispered later down the line. Another one who I have a really good idea but this time with the whole thing of being burnt alive by the volcano and having a different angle for the robot thing.

Again I don't have a partner for Izzy, but!!! Fret not!!! I have a plan!!!!! I think she stands out far too much to be encompassed in one singular digimon partner. You'll see :3

as for Chris and Chef and Blainley, they get theirs too, but I'll reveal those as well in the fic itself :3

bwaahh I'm sorry for the formatting sucking with the images this time.

anyhow! Hope you've enjoyed! I'll start working on the fic soon :3

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 1𝐝'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲: 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (2011)

what makes you beautiful: the nostalgia is hitting harddd. ajskl i forgot how much i adored this song - little me would watch this music video and gush over niall & harry.

gotta be you: harry & liam's vocals in this song are so prominent omg. also zayn ate, ngl. the lack of louis + niall in this song sucks a tiny bit, BUT this is a bop, i like it.

one thing: dare i say boyband pop perfection. (now i understand why these guys were so adored by teenage girls, if i was a teenager in their prime i'd be THRIVING)

more than this: we stan the acoustic guitar at the start. i'm a slut for acoustic guitars ajskdl. liam's voice in the first verse and the prechorus is so pretty. also harry & niall sharing a chrous, my two favs!! yippee!! niall's second verse i love. i live laugh love louis tomlinson though. i feel like this song would fit in a sad post-breakup scene in a teen rom-com.

up all night: title track!!! katy perry reference and the BOPPINESS i am living! it's not better than one thing but this is like the peak of early 2010s music

i wish: i feel like knox overstreet would love this song

tell me a lie: i was iffy about this song because it was written by kelly clarkson. because, well, i just don't like her music. this song is definitely not one of my favourites, but zayn's voice in this >>>

taken: 'you only want me when i'm taken' the whole premise of the song. but oop imagine being called a 'beautiful mistake' by harry styles in a song

i want: what are all of these short ass titles? 'i wish', 'taken', 'i want'. i get these boys are teenagers but smhhhh. oop wasn't expecting the piano. OK THAT FIRST VERSE??? OKAYYY HARRYYYY. i actually unironically love this song

everything about you: it's very upbeat, but the sound isn't personally my thing. kinda generic but good for what it is!

same mistakes: alr i actually love this one. it's simplistic yet catchy

save you tonight: it's good! very very catchy ajskdlk i've got it stuck in my head now

stole my heart: immediate dislike im so sorry

stand up: the guitar at the start mmmhhhh. the songs are getting a little bit reptetitve now, but does it make them bad? nope!

moments: okay this was one of those songs which are good, but theyre easily skippable if that makes sense

another world: i feel like this song could easily be in a disney channel tv show intro

na na na: nanananananananannanana (i adore this song its so pookie)

i should have kissed you: it's giving owl city core

[flatbstanley]

Friday, 10:29 pm

Katie: I'm sorry I never told you before about any of this stuff with FACTS. It’s just so...well, embarrassing. I was on my way to being a bigshot lawyer, and I was stupid enough to get sucked in by Justin Santoro.

Will: You're not stupid, honey. You just wanted a little break from law school and some friends who shared your faith, and somebody took advantage of that. It wasn't your fault.

Katie: You know something, Will? When you first told me you wanted to do family law, I wasn't thrilled. I thought, "Great, so he's going to sit there and line his pockets while his clients duke it out in court." But it's not like that, not really. Instead you get to help people like Taylor. People who got sucked in by somebody awful.

Will: That’s exactly why I do it. Although I'm guessing you wouldn't object if I lined our pockets a little more.

Katie: No, that's my job. I'm the one who sold my soul to the corporate devil.

Will: I think your soul's still in pretty good shape.

[A few minutes later.]

Katie: Honey? I was just thinking...my parents have offered me their place in Granite Falls for the next couple weeks. Would you tell Taylor she can stay there if she needs to? Maybe this is silly of me, but I feel like she should have a place where Justin won't know where to find her. Just in case.

Will (sleepily): That’s a good idea. Smart of you to think of that. One of the many reasons I married you.

Katie: I love you so much, Will Dalton.

Will: Love you more, Katie-cat.

[miraclesnail]

Helloooo 😊

Literally EVERY title PJO intrigued me but I'll just ask about some of them (for now...).

The mains ones being :

-Kronos AU

-Camp Jupiter AU

-1000 ways AU

-Torture AU

-Our Beginning, Our Ending

Which is basically almost all of them, I'm sorry to ask this much 😅😭

thanks for the ask! I think most of them have something written, so I'll just post little snippets of it.

Kronos AU

(It's titled Kronos AU, but it's more like Canon!Travis meets an AU!version of himself that worked with Kronos. 😅This isn't posted on ao3 yet. I thought it would be easier to just write most of it out and then begin posting on ao3 once it's near completion. But I have been writing this thing since 2017 lol and it's like about ~70k. Is it close to being done? No. Not really, but it'll get there one day 🤞)

Nico cried.

Travis thinks about that for a second.

Nico cried. 

He looked and acted like the 15 year old he actually is. 

“TRAVIS!”

On the 2nd second, he hears Connor screaming his name. Faces are zooming past him, the holograms unable to keep steady with him falling. Somehow, he’s still clutching the phone in his hands. Wow. Thought he would have dropped that by now. 

On the 3rd second, he hears everybody else yelling at him. 

“You have to slow yourself down!” 

“You land with that speed and you’re going splat!”

“Travis! You fucking idiot, get it together!”

The 4th second, the fog clears and he sees the ground coming fast at him. The math computes itself in his head. He was thrown from a 400 meter tall building. He’ll have just a bit over 9 seconds before he hits the ground. 

The 5th second, Travis scans his surroundings and finds nothing. The nearest building is too far to veer towards. Directly below him is a clear path to the asphalt. There’s nothing to grab, nothing to hit, nothing to slow him down. Nico really did pick a good spot to drop him from. Good for him. Sucks for himself though. 

The 6th second, his friends argue with each other. 

“Make an ice slide, Percy!” someone says. 

Percy yells back, “With what ice?!”

The 7th second is the same. 

“Then a water trampoline!”

Annabeth snaps, “At that speed, it’s like falling onto concrete. He’ll die.”

And so is the 8th second.

“Katie! Grow a tree or something like how your other-self did.”

“You think I haven’t been trying?” Katie screeches, “But I can’t — It’s not growing — It’s not appearing— it’s not. It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. Why isn’t it?” 

He’s going to die. 

He’s going to die. 

There’s no surviving this. 

But his body still braces itself. He still rights himself to land feet first. He still moves like he will survive. He pictures Connor’s face, his little brother that stuck with him since they were toddlers on the streets to young children finally finding safety at camp to fledging co-counselors after Luke left them the torch. Nico’s arrival and departure. The Battle of the Labyrinth. The Battle of Manhattan. The war with the Romans then against Gaia. They survived together, from infancy and toddlerhood and those awkward, awkward pre-teen years and two wars. There have been two wars. So many of their friends died, but they’re still alive. There’s still a whole future ahead of them. He can’t die yet.  

Even if his legs shatter. Even if every bone in his body breaks. If by some miracle, if by some good fortune, if there’s even a measly chance he’ll survive then he needs to take it. 

8.5 seconds into his fall, he’s hit with a strong gust of air from below. 

Jason, he thinks, holy cow. What a save. 

Then he slams into the ground and his world goes dark.

xxxxxxx

Somewhere in between, Travis dreams. 

He dreams of the days before the War with the Gaea, before the war with the Titans, before Percy, before Luke and Annabeth and Camp. 

He dreams of the days when it was just him and Connor. He dreams of cold nights. Of starry skies. Of hitchhiking. Of aimless wandering. Of a hand in his, a face identical to his own, smiling back at him under the canopy of a tree while they wait for the rain to pass. Laughing in tattered, stolen jackets as they wait for the blizzard to pass in the stale, musty inside of a dumpster. Running in old and worn sneakers down Lower Manhattan from a lady with a tail instead of legs. Swinging their legs up on an oak tree as they point at the nigtt he sky with many twinkling lights

“It’s not so bad,” Connor always said to him with a beaming smile, “At least you’re here with me.”

“Suffering together,” he nods in agreement. 

Connor laughs. 

But at the very least always together. 

xxxxxxx

There’s people screaming his name when he comes to.

They’re panicking. They’re begging him to do something. Wake up. Get up. 

But his mind is a mess right now. He can’t breathe. Every inch of his body hurts, burning and throbbing with excruciating and stabbing pain.

That’s good though, isn’t it? It means his spine isn’t broken? He can still walk. 

But what if his mind is playing tricks on him? 

“T-Travis? Travis?! Is he dead? Someone please tell me he’s not dead!”

“Please get up. Please, please, please. Please get up.” 

Connor’s voice cuts through the others — wobbly and shaky. He doesn’t need to see to know Connor is scared.

I’m fine. It’s all good. Don’t worry.

But it’s taking all he has to open his eyes. 

And when he finally manages it, his vision is blurry.

He’s laying in a puddle of water several inches high. Little waves lap against his face with every plop plop of raindrops. There’s something red and wet, shimmering almost, right next to his head. Is that blood? His blood? 

He blinks to clear his vision and — a stabbing pain behind his eyes. 

His eyes clench shut and he curls in on himself. Bad move. A rippling pain shoots through his body. He’s sure he whimpers.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You can’t cry in front of Connor. 

He takes a deep breath — and immediately stops when his sides just under his ribs scream bloody murder. 

Okay. No deep breaths.

Travis takes a small breath, shuddering, and forces his eyes open again. He’s lying on his right side, head tilted just enough that he’s not drowning in the puddles of water. He sees the pool of red and yes, that’s blood, raindrops making little holes like gunshots in that pool of red. 

He sees people kneeling in front of him — Annabeth and Percy — yelling words at him he’s not processing. They’re pointing behind them, something in the distance. Those squiggly blobs. 

He squints, not understanding what’s so urgent.

Then Connor’s voice cuts through the haze again. No. Not Connor’s. Other-him.

“Get up! Get up. Get up. Get up! GET UP!”

The squiggly blobs become people —3 of them, skinny and malnourished — and they’re running towards him. They’re sprinting towards him. And fuck. Fuck. fuck. Fuck. 

His heart pounds faster as realization dawns on him. His fingers scrabble on the asphalt but he can’t find strength to even roll over. He’s hyperventilating. Every breath he takes is short and sends a stab into his side. 

He struggles to stand, arms failing to lift higher than an inch. His legs refuse to budge too and maybe he did break his spine. 

Another strong gust of air blows past him, pushing against the three running zombies. One falls over but they just simply stand back up. They’re still making their way over to him. 

“He needs to fight. You need to fight them off, Travis,” Annabeth says to his left, her voice tight. 

“Not in that condition,” Will says on his right, hologram hands fluttering over him. There’s a hint of panic cracking through Will’s calm persona he always has on in a crisis mode.

5 broken ribs. A fractured femur. Breaks on both tibia. A crack on the right humerus. Another on his shoulder blade. An undetermined level of traumatic brain injury. Severe internal bleeding. Class 3 level of hypovolaemic shock borderlining on 4. 

Will is saying more, but it’s all medical jargon that Travis can’t spare any brain power on deciphering.

Camp Jupiter AU

(This is the Camp Jupiter! Connor fic. The next chapter is like... nearly done. Sort of.)

“Wanna see something cool, Annabeth?” Luke had told her once upon a time, a time from before the war, from before Kronos, from before the quest with the apple, from before even camp half blood and before Thalia’s death and before Grover had found them,  as they stand outside of a hotdog stand.

And her, 7 years old and enamorated with Luke and all his surface perfections, nods her head rapidly.

Luke smiled at her, warm and loved and kindly, before turning back to the hotdog stand they’re loitering around. 

His eyes glowed dimly, just a bit brighter than their usual blue. And they shimmered. The blue irises swirling in a circle clockwise, slowly, just barely noticeable.

Luke rested an arm on the stand and the vendor scowled at him, sizing them up and probably chalking up they have no money. He’s right. They don’t have any money. But Luke still asked anyway. 

“Can I have a hotdog?”

And the man handed them three without a question. He didn’t even ask about payment. Luke snatched the three hotdogs, thanking him quickly before quickly walking away. Annabeth followed after just as fast.

“How did you do that?” she asked, even more enamorated. Luke is so cool. She remembered that was her exact thought. 

And Luke, with sweat beading his forehead, eyes back to normal again, chuckled, his laugh weak and wobbly. “Uh… my powers. I don’t really use it all that much though. It’s kind of exhausting to be honest.” 

But he did it anyway. For me and Thalia, Annabeth thought, Luke really is the best. 

Luke never really used that power afterwards. But Annabeth can never forget it. 

The glow in those eyes. The shimmering irises. The slow swirl. 

When Annabeth met Travis Stoll at Grand Central Station the summer she turned 14, a couple weeks after Thalia’s ejection from the pine tree, that was the first thing she noticed.

He has the same power as Luke, was Annabeth’s first thought of Travis. 

He’s working with the titan, is Annabeth’s second thought. 

We can’t let him into camp. He’ll spy on all of us.

But Percy with his soft heart didn’t see what she saw. 

He’s just a lost demigod without a home, Seaweed Brain told her with these puppy-eyes as he held onto Travis’s wrist so he didn’t run away. Travis looked like the type, chuckling nervously as he hid behind Percy from her piercing gaze as he looked side to side for an escape route. Percy stood taller and broadened his shoulder as if to the shield Travis, 

But Annabeth wasn’t as kind or soft as Percy. 

“He’s lying to you,” she snarled, brandishing her dagger at this Travis person taking advantage of Percy’s good heart. “He’s with Luke.” 

“What? No. No way,” Percy said, nose flaring with the beginning flames of anger as he stood his ground. “What is your problem? You judged Tyson just like this. How can you know all that when you just met him?” 

Because he has the same power as Luke, the same power that’s blossoming in Drew Tanaka, their newest camper. The power that can make whoever they speak to do their bidding. But whereas Luke can only perform a simple action before the power wanes all his energy, Travis has been active with no signs of stopping. No exhaustion like Luke suffered from. No sweating. No weakness. 

Travis’s control over his godly power was better than even Luke’s. Then that must mean Travis is powerful and no powerful demigod this old hadn’t already been pulled to one side. 

Travis Stoll had to be working for Kronos. 

She just didn’t have the proof at the moment. But what other explanation can there be? To have survived for this long from monsters and elements alike, he had to have help from the titan. 

But Percy won their argument in the end, dragging the now reluctant Travis (suspicious) to Camp Half Blood. There Travis was claimed at the spot (highly suspicious). Hermes himself even arrived at the Camp to see Travis in person much to the guffaws of the other unclaimeds in the cabin (incredibly suspicious). 

No way Travis wasn’t a spy. 

So Annabeth waited.

Waited for the ball to drop.

Waited for the mask to come off.

Waited for Travis to show his true colors and betray them all just as Luke had. 

But the hours became days that became weeks that turned into months and then to years.

Travis ate with them jovially, excitedly, eyes going starried eyed at the variety of meals he can bring forth with his mind.  Annabeth was staring at him so she spotted it, the moment of genuinity. The moment of relief that can only come from the experience of scarcity. And she looked away quickly. It’s just an act. He’s pretending. He’s acting. Just a ploy so she’ll lower her guard, she told herself then. 

Travis played volleyball and decimated her reigning champion title effortlessly and unknowingly. He doesn’t spike all too hard and his serves are nothing. But the way he dives for the ball, he never once allowed it to touch the ground despite who she set the ball to. They can only make the rally go on for so long before someone makes a mistake. Then he had the nerve, the hudslaw, to try to throw the next match when he found out his crime. Annabeth didn’t let him, of course, because a win is not a win if one of them was only trying half-heartedly. Athena would disown her if she claimed victory like this. 

Travis sparred playfully and half-heartedly with Percy, losing on purpose and tapping out too early. I’m tired. You got me. I lost. Hahahaha. Travis said it all with this weird edge in his voice. 

Travis helped Will and Michael out in the infirmary and then initiated a rubber band war when there’s down time. Travis learned how to knit and crochet from her so he could make thousands of little bunnies to plant all over Demeter’s Cabin and in Katie Gardner’s bed. Travis strummed his lyre happily in the weekly sing-a-longs much to Lee’s delight before taking the campy songs more towards a rock theme. Travis listened attentively to Beckendorf’s rantings about his creations before using newly found knowledge to create his own contraptions for his pranks (that never works thank the fates). 

Travis was there with them at the Battle of the Labyrinth, guarding his cabinmate’s back. Travis comforting the younger campers. Travis cried when they burned Lee’s and Castor’s shrouds. Travis cried at Percy’s faux-funeral then at Beckendorf’s shroud burning. Travis followed them into Manhattan and did as told without a single complaint. 

Travis fought for them, fought with them. 

Travis risked his life for their cause the same as all of them. 

Travis held her hand when he got back from his trip to the drug store with Will’s requested supplies.

Travis talked with her as Will treated her wounds, told her about what he saw on his way to the drug store, about this pair of puppies sleeping side by side beside their human in the middle of the street and how he moved them away, how his cabin is doing, how her cabin is doing, what the weather is like. 

Travis stayed beside her for a moment longer after Will left when Kayla and Austin came to tell him something, their face haggard. 

Travis told her in this quiet voice that Michael had died, voice cracking while on the other side of the door she can hear Will’s sobbing. 

And when they won the war, when Kronos had been vanquished, and they’re all back safe and sound at camp, Travis smiled at her so warmly, with such genuine affection, with such a gentle look, it can’t be mistaken for anything but sincerity. 

She was wrong. 

Travis wasn’t a spy. 

He’s just a liar. 

1000 ways

(Drew is the only one with an intro I liked out of the 3 I have ongoing in this doc. She's probably next.)

Drew (14) - Travis (14) - Connor (13) 

Summer 2007

If Drew tries really hard, if she closes her eyes and shuts out the world, Drew can remember the counselor before Silena. 

She had been kind. A warm smile. She loved hugging them. She loved saying how proud she is of them. She loved making these little knickknacks to give them at the end of summer. A little clay figurine. A crocheted beanie. A knitted hand warmer. 

There’s more too. She talked too much about her dog, a little doodle puppy in California. She complained about the long flight whenever she came to camp for the summer and how jetlaggd she is. She always spoke about their mother in a stilted way whenever she spoke of Aphrodite, always shifting the topic away as fast as she could. 

But she did seem knowledgable about their shared mother. 

Drew doesn’t remember much more of Karen. 

But she remembered how she always looked stressed at curfew when she checked each of them to make they’re accounted for, when she listened to their complaints about other cabins bullying them and how they want to make it stop, how they wish their mother would give them some kind of message or sign that they care.

She remembered thinking that a counselor seems like a sucky job.

And now here Silena is, standing before them with a shaky smile, legs quivering as she addresses all of them, “Welcome back, Cabin 10. Let’s have another great summer! I’m your head counselor this summer, Silena Beuragard.”

“What happened to Karen?” someone in the back asks, “Is she working or taking summer classes?”

“Karen? Oh, um,” Silena says pitifully, eyes darting around the room in an obvious attempt to buy time. 

Weird, Drew thinks and thinks no more of it.

That should have been clue 1.

“Karen…” Silena gulps and her lower lip wobbles. “Karen died in May to hellhounds.”

A heavy, unbearable silence consumes their cabin. Of course it would. Why wouldn’t it? As much as Annabeth likes to tell everybody new that arrives to camp that they, the children of Aprodite, do not attract monsters, the fact of the matter is that they do. They fucking do. It’s a reality for them as much as it is for every other demigod. Karen always stopped her from telling Annabeth off, saying some bullshit about how ‘we need to maintain peace, Drew.’ 

Well, she’s not here to maintain the peace and Drew is going to say whatever she wants. And the first on the list is telling Annabeth she’s wrong. 

The somber silence in their cabin is annoying though and it looks like Silena isn’t going to do anything about it. In fact, their new counselor is doing nothing but staring at her shoes. Come on, Silena. Read the room. 

Drew huffs and crosses her arms, raising her voice, “Well, we expected this, didn’t we? It’s part of the deal that comes with being demigods. Time to take training more seriously so we all don’t become like poor old Karen.”

A girl beside her punches her in the arm and hisses, “Drew! That’s too insensitive!”

But that seems to snap Silena out of her stupor. “No… No. Drew is right. Let’s take training more seriously. No more deaths from now on. I want to see you all again next summer… yeah?” 

Silena ends it with a weak smile, a guilty smile once Drew looks closer. But why? What would Silena have any guilt about?

“Thanks, Drew,” Silena tells her after everybody clears the cabin, still with that wobbling lip. “You really saved the mood there.” 

Drew scoffs and flips her hair over her shoulder and  rests a hand on her hip, looking her half-sister up and down. “Yeah. It’s no big deal. Are you sure you can do it though? That’s not a very strong start there, you know. Not a very respectable start either. If anything, you seem kind of like a pushover.” 

Silena shakes her head and bites her cheek as she rubs her arms. “No, no, I can do this. I have to do this. After everything I had to do just to get this position, I can’t just… I can’t just make you do it. What kind of sister would I be?”

Silena is such a piss-poor liar. She definitely just changed what she was about to say. 

Torture AU

(Basically Travis gets kidnapped by Luke and locked away because he wouldn't help Luke. Then Luke someone had someone infiltrate and take over cabin 11 to help Silena with spy/sabotage duties while Connor was busy looking for his brother. It was suppose to be a 5 part story but I've been stuck on the first part. So I just add like a word every week or so lol)

He’s just a child. Baby fat rounding his cheeks. Limbs, thin and gangly. Voice, high and squeaking. A face that is undoubtedly trying to appear tough, but it’s just a baby pout. Just a child. 

I wince as he’s dragged by the arms, legs digging into the steel floor to no avail and screams echoing, through the hallway. He catches my eyes, catches my polearm beside me next, and his eyes widen just a bit in fear. But Marcus and Adwin pull him further along. I bring my halberd polearm, just a bit taller than me at 5 and a half feet, closer and follow after them. 

He’s yelling about his brother who will ‘definitely come for me’ and ‘you’ll all regret it’ and ‘I am so hungry why couldn’t you kidnap me after breakfast, huh?’

They toss him into a cellar, pull the steel bars close, and lock it with a padlock, tossing me the key. 

Keep watch over him, Marcus tells me as Adwin leaves without a glance back. 

Don’t let him out.

Don’t let him escape. 

Don’t talk to him. 

Just ignore him. 

Easy enough to do.  

xx

“Hey,” he says as soon as we’re alone with a bright, easy smile, fingers wrapping loosely around the metal bars. “How are you? What’s your name?”

By reflex, I smile back.

And by courtesy, I answer.

“It’s Carwen. And yours?”

xx

Travis is his name. He really is a child, just barely turned thirteen, five years younger than me. Oldest in his cabin. A son of Hermes. Luke’s younger half brother. It's hard to believe they’re related. Luke is ice cold and harsh edges and bitter scowls but Travis is lively laughs and wide smiles and bad jokes. 

Nothing at all like Luke. 

xx

Travis talks.

Like, a lot.

About everything, about nothing. The weather. The food. His cabin. His brothers and sisters. Luke. His feelings. His dreams. His aspirations. His hobbies. His pet peeves. 

It’s refreshing honestly. No one ever talks here, least of all mundane stuff like this. 

It’s all war, war, war. Plans, plans, plans. Strategy this and strategy that. Revenge, revenge, revenge. 

Sometimes all Carwen wants is a nice conversation. 

Just a nice, casual “I'm good. Went scuba diving. Made some kimchi fried rice. How are you?” to her “how are you? Anything fun happened today?” rather than “I performed a splenectomy on myself.” or “Threw up because I ate rotting meat.” or even “I did nothing but train today and so should you.” 

xx

Food comes twice a day. Early morning and late evening. It’s not really special. Just white rice with unseasoned chicken and an apple. It’s boring and unappetizing and Travis tells me for every meal for the last three days. 

He tells me how the food at Camp Half Blood is so much better, so much more diverse, so much more tasty. 

And I couldn’t disagree. 

xx

There’s no vegetables at all in his bidaily meals! That’s not a healthy diet for a growing boy.  

Well, today I cut and steamed some broccoli with a soy sauce and mustard mix. I hope he likes it. Travis stares at it for a long time, his face lowered and hidden from me. I fiddle with my polearm as I wait for his reaction. 

When he breaks into a smile and thanks me, I don’t know why but I go warm. 

xx

Travis tells me how he was caught. Went running along the border with the newest camper. Got chloroformed. Last thing he saw was the camp’s rising sun as he’s dragged down half blood hill. I listened, nodded in understanding a couple times, but all I could think about was Abbie, the nine year old we sent over there for spying purposes and undercover missions. 

xx

Why are you fighting? Travis asks with wide eyes. Why are you doing this? 

xx

Flower. 

That’s the name I gave my halberd. Travis watches it with a lackluster expression. It looks too heavy. It looks dull. It looks slow. All of which I deny exuberantly.

I ask him what’s his preferred weapon, Travis hums and ponders and drums his fingers on the bed. Something inconspicuous, he tells me later. Something he could always have with him without suspicion.

Our Beginning, Our End 

(It's supposed to be a companion piece to the Kronos!AU where I put all the side stories that explained events in the main story but were too clunky to somehow add in there.)

The whole school saw it at the same time. That wave of water. Thousands of meters high and racing towards them. Like something right out of a disaster movie. Laurel stares, transfixed at the coming wave. We’re going to die. We’re all going to die.

Even when her twin sister socks her in the arm and yells at her, Laurel can’t move. 

“Laurel!” Holly screams right into her ear. “Get a grip! We have a run now!”

A hand grabs her wrist and tugs hard. She doesn’t budge from the window. 

“Laurel! You big, fucking idiot! Move, Laurel!”

She still doesn’t move. 

And her twin sister, her other-half, her equal, the one person she can’t stand, can’t live without, the one person who knows her inside and out, says the only words that gets through.

“This settles it. I’m the one best suited for apocalypses, you pansy.” 

It’s like fire fills her veins and Laurel snaps out of whatever stupor she was in. 

“Huh?!? What? You? We both know I’m the better one.” she snaps, but she’s jesting. The truth is, she’s scared and so is Holly.

“Yeah? Show me then,” Holly challenges with a crazy smile, “Survive longer than me and we’ll see.” 

A game. To be the best. To be number 1. They played that game for as long as Laurel can remember. 

No matter what. Winning is everything. Winning is the only option.

Holly shoving her out of the way of the trampede, even that means she gets caught in the crowd, that was an admission of defeat. 

Laurel guessed when she just sat there and watched her sister’s head roll underneath her schoolmate’s feet. That was also an admission of defeat.  

Holly’s dead. Her skull is split in two. There’s so much blood. There’s no pulse. But admitting that means Laurel has no reason to live.

So she lifts her precious sister onto her back and runs as far as she can before the waters catch up. 

“I’m going to win,” she pretends, a quiet whisper that sounds more like a question. The fear in her voice makes her sick

“I’m going to win! Just watch and see!” she yells to no one’s ears. 

“I'm going to win, you loser,” she says to the still body. 

The tsunami hits her and she’s swept up in the waters. Her vision becomes darky and murky. She doesn’t know which way is up. Something large and heavy crashes into her. She loses her grip on Holly and Laurel screams no, water filling her lungs. 

Not my sister. Don’t take my sister away from me. Holly. Holly. Holly, don’t go. 

When she wakes, she’s floating on top of a lake with a pile of bodies. Alone and her sister nowhere in sight. 

She’s dead. 

She can’t breathe. Everytime she tries, everytime she focuses on it, its like she’s drowning again. 

But if she ignores it, if she doesn’t think about it, she can talk. And she’s moving despite being dead. 

She should question the logistics but all she can think about right now is finding her sister. Find her sister. Find Holly. Find holly first Then she can figure out why she isn’t dead. 

But the minutes of looking turn into hours of looking.  The hours turns into days and then weeks and then months. 

She can’t recognize anything. Nothing is the same. There’s no landmarks. She can’t tell where she is. All the houses are washed away. All the buildings torn down to just their foundation. 

She gives up her dignity and asks for help. But nobody, not the shambling drowned corpses, not the thin skeletal corpses, not the chewed and bitten corpses, not the corpses with bullets in their heads, none if them know where her sister is. 

She asks. And asks. And asks. And there’s still no Holly. 

And day by day, the panic settles and grips her heart. What if she never finds Holly? What jf this is Hell? What if this is her personal hell? To forever look and never find her twin? 

The desperation gets worse. Her fear gets wilder. She tries harder. She struggles more. She stops being nice. If a corpse or a still alive being gives her no answer, she shoves them away. If they’re too slow to move aside, she jabs her hand-made spear into their stomach and tosses them aside. 

There’s a small part of her, the moral part of her, that knows what she’s doing is wrong, but Holly is still missing. Everybody — mostly everybody — is already dead so what does it matter?

Times pass for whoever knows just like that. Searching for her sister, cutting people in half, searching for her sister, cutting people inbalf, over and over. Monotnous and repeating. 

Until it isn’t. 

She bumps into someone alive as she rounds a corner of the office building she’s searching in and the pain is searing and immediate. The pain lingers even after the person jumps back. 

“Shit! Watch out guys.”

There’s others behind her. Two girls. Three boys. They’re all different somehow. There’s this certain strength coursing through them that she never sees in others — both corpses and alive. They’re like her. They’re special like her. 

But this person she bumped into is more special. This still alive person she comes across, this… person is different. Being around her hurts. Being around her makes her unable to breathe. It makes her feel like she’s drowning. It makes her rememeber her death, the dark murky waters and twirling in complete darkness, of her last contact with her sister. It makes her afraid. it makes her feel the pain all the worse. Run. Attack. Those are her two options.

[lycanfuck]

steam-cracked cw rape/cocsa, incest, sibling abuse/verbal abuse

the party raged on around zach as he led lynn through the raucous house. it hadn't taken much convincing at all to get her to go out back with him, which was good, because he was tired of talking to these hicks. he was only here to get laid.

when they finally made it through the back door, zach spotted katie yearwood in the corner of his eye holding up some boy, kissing his neck with her hands up his shirt. he froze when he saw the boy's disheveled ginger hair and realized who it was.

"luka!" zach barked, startling lynn. luka looked at him with unfocused eyes, but it didn't look like he even registered who zach was. he was wasted and looked as though he was about to fall asleep. moreso than usual, anyway. he was only standing because yearwood had him pushed up against house's outer wall.

zach knew it'd been a bad idea to come here knowing luka would show. he'd never seen the kid drink before, and clearly he couldn't handle his liquor. zach told himself that luka wouldn't be his problem tonight - he was going to get laid, and his asshole stepbrother could fend for himself. but seeing yearwood's paws on him made zach want to rage.

"mind your own business," yearwood murmured after half glancing over at zach.

zach strode over and shoved her off luka, who swayed against the wall and fell to his knees. "he is my business, bitch. that's my stepbrother."

"don't be such a wet blanket! you're into it, luka. right?"

zach looked at luka, who dry-heaved once before vomiting into the dirt.

"yeah, he really looks into it," zach mumbled. "get the hell out of here."

yearwood looked pissed, but seemed to make the smart decision not to challenge zach. she shrugged and walked back into the party.

zach looked at lynn, who he'd almost forgotten was there. she was frowning at luka, concerned. "i just saw him not too long ago," she said. "he can't be that wasted… i think he might've taken something. you should get him home."

zach closed his eyes in frustration. of course luka had to ruin his night. he ruined everything. ***

luka slept the whole cab ride home, then woke up when zach tried to pick him up out of the passengers' seat.

"no," he murmured, getting up and walking unsteadily to the front yard. "i'm fine… i feel better."

zach slammed the car door and scowled at him. "well, your timing fucking sucks. couldn't feel better before you ruined my night?"

luka walked into the house, which was fortunately empty, as their parents were out of town for the weekend.

"i don't know what happened," he said. "i only had two."

"you can't handle your shit, that's what happened."

dejected, luka glanced at him before making his way over to their bedroom, through to their bathroom. zach followed suit.

"i'm sorry," he said. "just leave me alone. please."

ungrateful cunt. it was his fault zach had missed out on getting some tonight.

"you fucking owe me," zach said.

luka gave him another despondent look as he swished some listerine around his mouth and spat it into the sink. then, he stumbled back over to their bedroom, keeping his hand on the wall to steady himself.

zach watched him collapse in his bed and turn his back to him. luka did owe him. zach could have left him there to get molested by yearwood, but he didn't. zach didn't want that bitch's hands all over something that belonged to him.

and look at the way luka was dressed: ever since zach had started hurting him, luka normally clothed himself in long-sleeves and baggy layers, which always left zach basking in the knowledge that he had so easily made someone as egotistical as luka hate himself. but tonight he had on a form-fitting tee that clung to his waist and pinched his biceps through the still-long sleeves. his arms were far too fucked nowadays for anything short. he was begging for it, and he would've gotten it from whoever happened to get him alone. it was almost yearwood, but now it was zach, and luka did owe him, so he strode up to the bed and ripped his blankets off him. ***

"no," luka reacted immediately, his voice a hoarse whisper as he curled in on himself protectively. "please don't... i hurt, i can't-"

"you owe me."

both of luka's wrists were grabbed and pinned to his sides as zach straddled his hips. he tried his luck at pulling his arms out of his grip, but zach held him fast as he yanked his pants down. luka wasn't exactly helping him with that, but he wasn't exactly resisting, either. what point would there be? this was happening. it always fucking happened and luka could either make it easy or hard, but it would always fucking happen. after struggling to get luka's limp, discouraged form undressed, zach moved his attention to his own zipper. luka looked up at him, eyes already wet.

"what's the problem?" zach asked, barely meeting his gaze as he unbuckled his belt. "you were about to do this with katie."

"no- i- i wasn't."

"she sure was about to do it to you, then."

luka shook his head. "i- no, i- i didn't want to-"

he quickly gave up trying to rationalize as he watched zach spit in his hand before pumping his cock a few times and bringing it back down between luka's legs.

"no-!" he whined as zach led his cock to his ass and tried to push in. he groaned with the effort as luka begged him to stop, but luka was too tight, and zach was too big. it wasn't working.

zach sucked in air through his teeth - trying to force it in was hurting him, too. he finally pulled away and exhaled in frustration. but luka wasn't relieved. he knew he wouldn't stop. luka's insides had been closing in on themselves over months and months of this torture, an involuntary defence that zach had been commenting on, but it had hardly been an issue until now.

"looks like i have to warm you up after all," zach said, roughly shoving two hardly-wet fingers inside him, making luka yelp and squirm. he pressed his hand against luka's stomach and ruthlessly fucked him with his fingers for a while. the roughness and stretch, combined with the small tear that luka was convinced he had in there, felt like he was chafing at his insides. luka clutched the covers and cried, trying and failing to relax whatever muscle was in charge down there.

zach smiled at him, clearly enjoying the pained noises he was making, staring at his body like a wolf at meat. luka redirected his eyes back up to the ceiling and closed them, trying to go somewhere else in his mind.

zach kept it up and increased the intensity while pushing a third finger in, stretching luka to a point of stinging pain. luka let out a mournful sound between a sob and a sigh as his insides started to flutter around his fingers, increasing the discomfort and continuing to spread the volatile heat throughout his entire body.

"you bite my tongue, or pull any shit like last time, i'm ripping out your stitches," zach said eventually, gathering a fistful of luka's hair before crushing their lips together and thrusting his tongue into luka's unwilling mouth. the alcohol lingering on luka's tongue was bitter as zach's rolled against it, and luka twitched as he felt the other line his cock up with him again.

"take a breath, you crybaby."

luka was shedding hatred like radiation, and he hoped some of it was poisonous. zach's hot breath fell on his trembling lips as pushed in, forcing the head of his cock into luka's tight entrance.

"oh, god," luka whined. "stop- it hurts- think it's going to-"

zach didn't let him finish. he thrust forward, instinctively clapping his hand over luka's mouth as he let out a blood-curdling scream and felt something near his asshole tear. it was like being impaled with a hot poker and no matter how many times zach continued to do this, the awful feeling of being split in half would never get any easier. all he could do was sob and scream into zach's palm. it felt like his ass was trying to push him out, but the boy on top of him was fighting it. winning it. ***

"shit," zach huffed, moving a little and groaning as luka's warm walls squeezed every contour of the first few inches of his cock. "got a ways to go."

luka issued muffled protests into his palm before shrieking with each of zach's thrusts, getting deeper each time. he took in sharp, frantic breaths through his nose and let out chest-racking sobs. he was clearly in a lot of pain, but zach didn't care. luka brought this on himself. plus, it always felt fucking incredible.

taking his hand away, he lowered himself down to luka's neck, sucking and biting at some unmarked spot. fuck, his skin was so tender and perfect. he loved biting and tugging until the other whimpered.

he opened luka's legs wider and pushed them up, making luka's breath hitch as he was folded in half, before zach locked them there with his elbows behind luka's knees. luka always panicked in this restricted position. he couldn't go anywhere. zach started making his thrusts longer and deeper, each one forcing luka to utter out pained noises.

"zach," he begged, his voice crackling with agony. "i'm gonna tear- it hurts so bad- zach- pleas-"

with one savage thrust, zach bottomed out, pressing his cock head up against his stepbrother's g-spot, who howled at that and tense up even more. at this point, luka was only able to get unintelligible words out between gasps and screams.

zach sucked the skin of luka's neck into his mouth as he continued to knock cries and nonsensical syllables out of him, but now, zach was unable to hear anything but the wet sound of their hips connecting and a wild ringing in his ears. he felt his balls start to tighten and the tension in his navel gathering, and luka no-doubt noticed his breathing pick up, as the boy under him began to go lax in relief.

he thrust all the way into luka until his cock was nestled up to the very depths it would go, and zach cried out a little as he came harder than he'd expected to.

with that, he let luka's legs go and collapsed on top of him. he could feel the vibrations of luka's now-silent sobs all the way down to his dick. zach could've stayed here all night, honestly, but that would only give luka way more comfort than he deserved, so he quickly grabbed at his hair and decided on abusing his neck just a bit more, biting and sucking until it left a new bruise. another night of being the only one that had ever been inside his brother. luka was his.

luka said nothing else. he just continued to huff out panicked breaths under him and, every few seconds, tried nuzzling his face into any crook that he could find, but zach wouldn't allow it and luka hated that he needed it. needed any fucking semblance of warmth from the boy who had ruined his body. finally, zach pulled out, dragging out a mixture of blood and cum with it. he was surprised to see the amount of blood luka had left on him. the tissue around his entrance was bleeding, too, as was one of the cuts on his thigh from a stitch popping open.

"hm. tore you up a little."

luka sat up, wincing, looking down at the mess. he wiped his nose with a shaking hand and let out a sob when he saw the amount of blood there.

"you're a fucking monster," he whispered in a broken voice.

"and you're a drunk slut. you wanted to have sex, here i am."

"i wanted to have sex with a girl," luka spat, cringing as he closed his legs. luka knew better than to start running his mouth, and zach wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he'd already started to talk back, but luka couldn't appear to stop. "i like girls, unlike you who just fucking pretends to."

with that, zach grabbed his throat and slammed him down on his back.

"yeah, you looked real fucking straight just now," he bit, clenching his teeth together as his grip tightened. "no girl could ever love you. understand? i ruined you. you're broken."

the way zach's fingers clamped down on him, luka had no hope of mumbling any protests, though he still tried to claw at zach's hands out of instinct.

"what do you think katie would've said if she saw all your bruises and cuts and bullshit? you're gross and disfigured. you can't seriously think any girl would want you after what i've done to you and what you've done to yourself."

luka struggled against him and continued to scratch but couldn't make zach budge, and his efforts started to weaken as tears fell down to his ears and his face began to change colors.

zach watched panic grow in luka's eyes as he came to grips with the facts. just as his eyes started to close, zach let go and watched him cough and gasp air back into his lungs. he wept into his pillow and curled up into a ball away from him.

"say it back to me."

he couldn't tell if luka was ignoring him or simply didn't hear him over his own crying, so zach took a hold of his hair and made luka face him. "do you hear me!?"

"no girls want me!" he yelled back, throat sounding raw, and was interrupted midway by another harsh sob. "i'm disgusting! just leave me alone!"

"don't tell me what to do."

rolling onto his side to turn away once again, zach let him be this time. he idly observed as luka's blotchy pale shoulders rose and fell with his exhausted sobs and tremors, and kept watch from his own bed until his brother passed out.

[alaezasmystery235]

"Talk The Talk" Initials: A.D. Moon: Pisces. Pronouns: She/Her future partner. (interested in men if it helps) THE STUFF I GOT FOR YOUUUUU

I should Probably mention I don’t do this often, so sorry if it's not what you expecteddddd:

Quick, as in quick to passion. 

There is that quick energy yet there is this agonizing slowness, like “take your time, take your time, take your time”

Despite this intensity, is there this softness? Like attention to detail, it's very gentle and putting effort in. 

Like: “I want you but I’ll take my time FOR YOU.” 

The respect and love is high.

“I don’t want to wait” – here comes the agonizing feeling. You're basically irresistible to him, and I’m saying in every way shape or form. Because I get that your energy or things you do really throws him for a loop.

To continue with that point, He gets bitter af about it because a part of him is like “You're doing this on purpose” when literally it's just what you do??? Like chill sir.

The impatience is actually ridiculous, I can only get the energy not any quotes, which fricking sucks.

PRAISE, PEDESTAL. 

“You’re so pretty”

Something about eyes? Your eyes? Love your eyes.

Extremely healing.

“Hours and hours”

“Thinkin bout you” - KATIE.

“Love so soft” – Kelly Clarkson.

The intensity is so wild that yes like I said “EXTREMELY HEALING” but also its like a “outer body experience” bunch of realizations. 

He has such a go-getter energy, honestly he seems extremely open so expect no secrets to be kept.

I got some really funny while grabbing the images: He’ll be sending you things (like what I’ve sent) and just is like “I want this”

“Come explore with me” 

Whispering??

ADMIRING FROM AFAR.

“I Want to experience life with you.”

“Mine.”

Okay we’ll stop this here because a lot of it is repeating energies in different fonts. Hope you enjoyed, hope it resonated. Goodbye! have an amazing rest of your week.

Omg---- you literally channeled so much like I'm so grateful but love you gotta only pick one of the categories 😭🥺💐 . Thank u for this . Let me know if we can exchange later so it'll be fair share yk ...

Gonna mark up your divine thighs so good ... with each marks will tell you how much I adore these ... it'll wash away all your worries regarding it .. I find solace in there ...

[3milesup]

i've been tagged by my dearest @lily-katie thank you so much! <3

Favourite colour: olive green, but i like pretty much all the colours in their earthy tones^^

Last song: Lady Gaga - Always Remember Us This Way

Last movie: ooof, i gotta think hard now... good God. it's got to be either Dark Waters (2019; awesome!! go watch it eveyone if you haven't yet, but it is upsetting...) or Concussion (2015; not bad either, maybe my being very invested in the topic - CTE in football players - made it better than it is cinematographically speaking but i kept thinking about it for days to come). i sure have watched some movies since, but probably fell asleep halfway through at most...

Currently reading: Magari domani resto, an Italian novel, physically, but i'm going to keep that one for the beach where i'll be going in something over a week from now, and read the kindle version of Helmet For My Pillow that i've only just bought today^^ (my first ever kindle book, hehe, money suck etc.. but the book doesn't, it's great!)

Currently watching: The Bear, gosh it is so good!!! i'm going to need a while to emotionally recover from the Berzattos' Christmas dinner, hits so close to home... but i love it so much!!

Currently craving: my holidays, i wanna go home... oh it's about food? then a slice of delicious salami that is a local specialty and actually i shall go and eat some after i've posted this, it is in the fridge, what are you doing to me tumblr when i'm trying to get back into my swimsuit shape T_T

Tea or coffee: i drink a lot more tea than i do coffee, a) because caffeine gives me anxiety and the taste is so strong to me that i can't drink coffee without a large amount of milk (so basically, a cappuccino any time of day, yay, i am that kind of heathen! xd) and although i don't mind at all, i have developed quite a cappuccino fixation over the years, it is my comfort drink, but all that milk isn't too good for me xd and b) i genuinly love any and all infusions, i receive gift boxes of them on every occasion <3 in this essay i will

thank you for the tag, sorry for rambling endlessly xd and i hardly know anyone anymore here but whoever happens to see this and feels like joining the game, please feel tagged!!^^

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover-Ship: From Adammon To SariMay (2024)

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[Note: make sure to click on the drawing to make it bigger to better view it.

and I will be using this for a Cover for a future chapter of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" over at Quotev, the story might not be perfect and there may be some bad grammar and I don't mind if it only has a few people reading it at the moment, also while I will have the drawing both here and for a future chapter,

Please Don't Reblog this without my permission...]

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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I was trying to get this posted some hours ago, and I wrote a lot at the bottom of the drawing, but then some stuff started to happen again and I tried to wait patiently but it was taking too freaking long...

so I had no other choice but to do what I had to so it could go back to normal...I mean it pretty much sucked...

also the flags in this drawing next to the Crossover Ships,

is a mix of Canon and Fanon, and even if it isn't canon I'm going to have Alastor be Transgender in the Crossover story where Sari is a Main Character and she is 23 years old but will have her 24th birthday in a future chapter...

also I will be posting a drawing of her younger self that has to do with a scene in one of the chapters that takes place in a type of flashback and memory, and I gave Sari a Grandmother in that Crossover story,

who is like muscular, and yeah I will post the drawing about it in a little bit, but what is being said by the characters in the drawing doesn't 100% match what happens in the chapter that the flashback memory takes place...

I was becoming so fed-up with having to wait for this to go back to normal, but at least it didn't log me off when I had to just fix it...

I know that I did talk about some stuff, one of them being about how I got curious about that book about that prophecy stuff that has to do with Trump that one of my family owns...

I didn't read all of it, just skip some parts to see something...

which of course it makes me think there is a possible "Holy Beast" now that is like the opposite of "The Beast" and it makes me think of the whole "She's a Beast" and "I Call Her Karma"...

which was one of the things I was talking about in the original before the computer started to act a bit stupid on me...

so yeah, I was referencing Katy Perry's "Dark Horse"...

and yes, there is a reason why Alastor and Shockwave's heart they are in is a purple color...

and yes I'm going to view Mammon as Panromantic-Ace, it was still a surprise to me and probably everyone else that the Green-Goober is Ace...and even before that was shown in that awesome drawing, that shows that he is Ace in the canon...

I had thoughts of wanting to call dibs on Mammon, and even if the one from our universe did turn out to be dibs too....

I'm still calling dibs on his sorry excuse of a Apple Sugar Spice.

not in the same way that Millie owns Moxxie's Apple Sugar Spice.

but I want to call dibs kicking Mammon's Apple Sugar Spice...

because if he is involve in amplifying humans own greed to a not so good level, well that is one of the reason I want to call dibs on him...

and yeah I am talking about the Mammon from this universe,

but if the one from Helluva Boss and the one from ours were one in the same...still gonna call dibs.

this Weird Earth Angel Princess who calls herself "The Eveningstar Princess" who by the way, only calls herself that because of the whole weird thing with Mom not getting Morning Sickness with me, because she only got the Evening Sickness...

so I'm still calling dibs on that Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg...there is a reason why the tags for this is "Mature Audiences Only" but it will not be place in that certain thing that has to do with the Content Labels.

and yeah a part of me wonders if Archangel Michael could be my Dad, but like you know in soul genetic way, but then I remind myself that he isn't and I have to keep reminding myself that...

it is just a very weird coincidence that one of the Archangels shares a name with my Human Dad...

and yeah I know I'm weird about the whole thought about wanting to call dibs on Mammon...

betcha Grandpa King Solomon didn't see that coming...

like picture him being against it.

King Solomon: Sweetie, you can't call dibs on The Embodiment Of Greed...

Me: Yes...

King Solomon: No...

Me: he is a suspect in amplifying greed from a healthy level to a toxic unhealthy level...so, I will have to call dibs on him....so I may slap him.

King Solomon:....you can't call dibs on him.

Me: I call double triple dibs!

anyway I know it's weird, but while some stuff in the human that has to do with Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth and Greed can either be dormant or only coming out a little bit in a healthy way, like just like their counterparts, I mean there can a good and bad way to be generous and charitable and it might be a good idea to make sure to do it in the right reason and not let it go into the same zone that greed is at the moment...

yeah even if it is just thoughts, I would still want to call dibs on him so I can slap him...

I mean even if I never got into a physical fight before, and it's like one of those thoughts you wish you could do but you know you might not be able to...

but I am tired of some Eon-Boomers Sugar Honey Ice Tea,

and one of them needs to seriously stop being a Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg, and dial the sin back some and stop amplifying, of course I'm going to suspect him.

and well that book that got me curious, might of just proved it...

and once again, I was only curious and I skip most stuff in that book...

though it might prove that the Earthly-Mother and The Divine Feminine needs to get stronger...

but yeah, that book did make me theorized that besides the whole "The Beast" there could possibly be a "Girl Type Beast"...

which is why it makes me think of that song Dark Horse by Katy Perry.

reasons why I believe the Other Beast is a Girl, is because the whole pronouns "her" was used when talking about this other beast...

and for all we know, the "true love" mention could be talking about Earthly-Mother, possibly but not everyone has to agree with me on that...I know my family is like on different sides when it comes to Trump, and I rather just be neutral...

but there can be different levels of those who are for and not for him, and there is some lines that both sides would NEVER cross...

we know that Alastor is a Mama's Boy, and well in the Fanon Timeline of Hazbin Hotel where The Earthly-Mother Exist, Lucifer would be a Mama's Boy as well...

you can't deny it, I mean if some fans can theorize that Michael is going to look like him but be taller than him even if so far he and Lucifer's siblings only show up in Fanon work...

and even the Fanon version of the Heavenly-Father...

then the Mrs. should be a part of some part of the Fanon, even if it isn't all of the Fanon...but I like the idea of the Fanon version that is from Hazbin Hotel AU Timelines, treating Lucifer like he is still a little angel and spoiling him with motherly love, but also is the strict mother who knows when it give him a time-out.

it be funny if Adam had no idea about the Earthly-Mother, and be shocked to find out...

I can't really hate Adam from Hazbin Hotel, I mean yeah he is a jerk but is it weird I'm kind of starting to view him as a Tsundere, maybe not a full Tsundere but maybe it's just me.

and yeah I still lost some form of respect for Adam's first wife, you know from our universe...reasons being, that she could of went back to where Adam was at any freaking time, even after she recovered after she gave birth to her and Adam's human children in a cave.

she didn't even have to go back to Adam, for him, but for their older children, but she didn't...and I think there has been a misinterpretation this whole time and she wasn't having demon offspring in that cave, she was having her and Adam's new offspring, and she was possibly pregnant when they had that fight and she left, and she possibly was either having Twins, Triplets, Quadruplets, Quintuplets, Sixtuplets, Septuplets, Octuplets and or Nonuplets...

one of Lilith's daughters, likely met and fell in love with Cain, and at some point their descendant met and fell in love with Seth's descendant, and thus the Evalith Bloodline was formed...

Evalith being like a mix of both Eve and Lilith...

both Cain and Seth are my Grandpa Ancestors, so yeah...

if one of Lilith and Adam's children did survive, besides the possible ones that were likely either twins or triplets or maybe Nonuplets.

one of the eldest ones that escape those three angels, could of went to where Lilith was and ending up helping with carrying for her much younger siblings, who could of very well been all girls for all we know.

and when Lilith left once again, this time abandoning both her eldest daughter and new offspring, it was left on the eldest to take care of her younger siblings as if they were her own, so yeah in theory this possible eldest daughter that survive from what those three angels were doing, would not just be the older sister but also adoptive mother...and possibly the adoptive mother-in-law (but still half-sister) to Cain later in in the far future during that time.

not everyone has to agree about it, but I just think it could be possible.

and I can't help but wonder if while time does run differently in Hell in possibly both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss...

the "7 years" could be "7 decades", but time could either match or move much slower or faster between Hell and Earth, but the time differences could still match with both Heaven and Hell...

plus I can't help but wonder if Charlie was 13 years old when her Mom up and left, which would be in Hell years...

which would mean that Charlie may have ended up living alone without her father knowing about it, with just herself, Razzle, Dazzle and KeeKee by her side until years later when she became close to her 20s and she met Vaggie.

I'm not 100% sure if that theory is correct, but anyway in this drawing that shows Megatron x Carmilla, I do plan to have them end up together in that crossover story where Adult-Sari is the main character, and her younger self only shows up in flashback type memories.

and yes, I decided that Blackarachnia in the Crossover, which I'm going to work on a plot twist that has to do with her...

but anyway, in that crossover story, she will be a Lesbian.

and I will have her ship with Verosika, and their ship name will be Verosikararachnia.

we know that TFA-Blackarachnia does flirt and tease Mechs, but she likely never truly showed a true interest in them, even if she did seem to have feelings for Optimus, and there seem to be a Love Triangle between Her, Optimus and Sentinel...and Grimlock....which is either more of a Love Square maybe...?

I think BW-Blackarachnia is Bi though, but we could view that she has been in the closet for years and stellar-cycles but now she is out of the closet.

also some Aces do have that well, intimate snu-snu time with their partners...I mean I still have my V-Card and some people need to understand that being Ace and the whole Celibacy thing Ain't the freaking same thing...

my panic attack that happen in 2015 is separate from my being Ace, and yeah I think I'm doing better now from that time, and I was able to keep it under better control and didn't end up with a full panic attack like I had in the car when I bump my head when inside during that time...and the reasons why I had that panic attack, was possibly because of the two phobias, one of them being Semi-Androphbia.

like I don't think I have the full version of it, and it is just the semi type...

and I think it is a good thing I view myself as "Gray-Aroace" but I can view my other romantic, being like not just Fictoromantic but also Heteroromantic as Micro, like I know I had crushes before and I still can get them...but I also had bad luck with online boyfriends and I have no interest in trying that again anytime soon...plus for all I know the reason I fell for them could of been because of the energy I may have been absorbing, which I'm glad that I started to wear my gem bracelets for the multi-purposes I have them for.

and yeah some might think it isn't possible, but I might not be the only one who can be both Gray-Aroace and be Fictoromantic...

and well I do have a drawing that I want to post that has to do with Aces, I will post it up in a little bit...

and anyway I'm going to have Mammon be Panromantic-Ace in the Crossover stories I'm working on, I was not really expecting him to be Asexual, it was a surprise for me and possibly other fans of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel...

it's nice to find out that Octavia is Ace as well, which might make those who had wrote her being Ace in Fanfics, happy that they and others ended up accidentally predicting the canon.

like Kris eating all the pie, which is reveal in Chapter 2 in Deltarune.

which I still think they had broke into the library first and went into the computer room and open up a Dark Fountain before they went back home and ate all the pie...

there is possibly a few events in Chapter 2 of Deltarune, that was accidentally predicted by fans, and some of which are in Fanon Timelines of Deltarune AUs.

when I do play Undertale and Deltarune, I'm going to view Chara as being a Nonbinary-Girl who goes by She/They Pronouns, and their Full name is Charlotte, and their name Chara is pronounced a bit like Charlie's nickname "Char-Char" but with just "Char" and then a "Ah"...

the name Chara is linked with the name Charlotte, and while the name Chara can be linked to the whole "Character" thing, it doesn't mean it will always sound the same...

so while some can say their name like "Kara" some might choose to call them "Chara" like "Char-Char"...

Kris is Nonbinary who goes by They/Them, so in the canon they aren't a Enboy or Enbirl...but it is nice to know they are nonbinary in the canon. :)

Frisk can either be a Enby, Enbirl or Enboy in any timeline in the fanon of the Undertale AUs.

I'm not 100% sure about my theory about Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, being a Nonbinary-Woman will prove to be canon or not.

I am still gonna make sure to remind myself that Archangel Michael is NOT my Dad, even if the thoughts of that possibility might pop in my head maybe every once in a while...

it is just a very VERY weird coincidence that my Mom only got Evening Sickness with me...plus I was a weird baby even before she was going to have me, and even after she had me.

I think I will see about asking if we can finally check my blood type again, we been putting it off for way too long, and I rather hurry up and get it over with and see it come out "O RH D Negative" again for a third time...I'm still going to make sure to close my eyes when it happens...because of the stuff I mention before when the last few tries ended up making me feel not so good...

and yeah my calling myself "The Eveningstar Princess" because of the whole weirdness with my Mom getting Evening Sickness with me, and the whole half of my ancestors being of royal blood, and the whole Cain being one the ancestors...was part of the reason for the self-nickname...

but how was I suppose to know that one of the titles that Michael was being called was not just "Morning Star" like Lucifer, but also The "Evening Star"...and some fans, including myself after I found this info out, have been starting to call the Fanon version of Michael of the Hazbin Hotel Universe, as "Michael Eveningstar"...

and how was I suppose to know he the one from our universe, was already being called "The Eveningstar", I didn't know and I had called myself "The Eveningstar Princess" before I found that out...

it is just really freaky and just a very VERY weird coincidence...

I think later I will watch episodes of Steven Universe and the movie, as well as the episodes of Steven Universe Future.

anyway I'm going to hurry up and post this and get the other drawings I did before also ready to be posted...so yeah, I drew this drawing on June of 2024 and I'm now finally posting it this July of 2024...hope some like this drawing, and understand only half of the characters have both the canon and fanon flags right next to them.

[the-colourful-witch]

I absolutely adore your art style.

It has such a cozy vibe and it just fits with how the characters are described, I dunno am I making sense? I just feel like it fits in my head with how I’ve thought about them. But I think my favourite is your ginny. I love how you make her outfits and designs so warm and comfy but still make her facial expression a little hawk like. It just suits her.

the other thing I love is you Yule Ball series you did for Ginny, Hermione and Luna. I was wondering if you would be willing to draw the Patil Twins? Because the movie absolutely ruined their outfits. You don’t have to.

I really love your Art Style so I was wondering if you had any tips for people who wanna start digital art in a style similar (but not exactly the same obv) to yours? I really suck and I cant get over the ick I feel when it doesn’t look like what I want it to, so I don’t actually feel like trying again and practicing.

Sorry this was really long haha. :)

Hiya! Thank you very much! That means a lot! I am definitely going to do the Patil twins at the Yule Ball. I want to do a series for the Ball. The Patil twins, Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell, etc. They all deserve their moment in the spotlight. To answer your question, I don't know a lot about digital art either. For most of my illustration work, I use traditional techniques. I use my iPad and Procreate for these artworks because I draw them when I'm all cozied up on the sofa :) But, if you want to try some more art digitally, I can tell you this: I try to draw the same as I would in my sketchbook. I sketch out the character, then create a new layer for line art. I keep that sketchy as well, otherwise, I get pretty stiff poses. Then, I just colour them like a colouring book. You can play around with some layers with special effects, like imported textures or overlay layers, etc. Just play a bit with your effects and try to find something you like working with. It also helps to study some digital art guides on Pinterest, for example. I did that a lot when I just started out. And remember to keep having fun. Improving your drawing skills can be really tough, but as long as you still love doing it at the end of the day, you'll be grand. I really hope you found this helpful. Love XXX

[skepticalarrie]

Hello Allie

I´m from another fandom (Katy Perry), but I am familiar with Harry Styles (some of his songs) and the whole Larry Styles discourse. I am very curious to ask you this since, in my own fandom, I don't have to deal with the stuff you Directioners deal with (luckily ;). So, from the point of view of an outsider (me), it seems very difficult to enjoy Harry's songwriting. I have no idea how you people do that, and I'll explain why.

I know that Harry Styles is the big thing right now, and I know from a few other artists that big artists usually need to use stunt songs to make their albums interesting (like Halsey said, for example).

So, my question to you is actually; how can you (as a harry stan who doesn't believe the womanizer image but does believe he is with Louis) enjoy his songs when there are so many stunt mentions in there? For example:

''Leave America'' in As It Was

Beechwood cafe in Falling

''Wandering hands'' in Falling

The voicemail thing in Cherry

Finally, I have another question. I have read a little about people who believe in Larry Styles, and I wanted to know how you all know (from Harry's lyrics) if it is a stunt song OR if it is about his relationship with Louis? Like, how do you distinguish that? Because I wouldn't be able to know whether (for example) ''wandering hands'' was about his relationship with Louis or a PR girlfriend. So how do you know that?

Thank you in advance, Allie. You seem such a nice person, by the way :)

Oh, I love Katy Perry! This is a fun cross-over 🤗 This is a pretty long answer, sorry:

I think your questions are very pertinent because these are in fact the same kind of questions a lot of people seem to struggle with around here as well. For me, it's quite simple, Harry is a fantastic musician, performer and songwriter. He is so much bigger than his stunts, or his closeting. So, yes, it sucks that stunts need to happen and that he openly uses that on his music sometimes, I wish it was different, but I'm not letting that ruin my experience. Stunt songs are also good songs most of the time, and it's up to you what you will make out of it... because also the wonderful thing about Harry's songs is that he doesn't talk about them, he's not going to give you the meaning or the answer. So you can take from them whatever makes more sense to you and what makes you connect with the songs. So the examples that you used like AIW, Falling... these are not even stunt songs IMO, it's just one line that is just assumed it's linked to stunts. And I have a hundred other different interpretations of these two that make more sense to me. So honestly, most of the time these lines and assumptions become irrelevant to me pretty quickly. The two songs that were truly kind of ruined for me because of stunts are Cherry and Watermelon Sugar, which are the only two songs he openly talked about the meaning of it and all of that. I think a line was crossed with these and that made me enjoy it less. But not really because of the stunt, but more because it turned into something forced and less honest, so that was the bottom line when it comes to my experience of enjoying his music.

Another point - and that's already linked to your second question - is that Harry is also incredibly smart in his songwriting, he loves double meanings and he mastered that since back in 1D days. He will give you the stunt line, or stunt connection, but that doesn't make his songwriting less honest or less autobiographical. So take songs like Carolina and Cinema, these were obviously made with stunts in mind... but they're so obviously about drugs if you truly stop to analyse the song and not what is being said superficially. He does that all the time, his songs are so layered! And once you start cracking the code of his songwriting and his sense of humour, it's kind of funny to see people thinking he wrote a song about OW while in reality he's living his best life talking about gay sex and poppers between the lines.

But it's easy to pick up whether it's a stunt line/song or not, because if it fits a certain narrative being told on tabloids... well, it's because that line is supposed to be there to create all the commotion. Fine Line was the "break up" and "cheating" album, so there are a bunch of lines there that could be interpreted that way, which is not a coincidence. And like I said, people will make interpretations according to what they know and believe, but it's not necessarily what is being told there. Personally, I think that what a lot of people seem to interpret as "break up" in their songs, it's about spending time apart and struggling with their closeting. And that's when all the context and patterns over the years start contributing to these interpretations. Because listen... we've been watching Harry and Louis closely for many years, so you inevitably start to piece things together and you start to make sense of it.

Harry's songs are incredibly layered and I think people end up frustrated when they don't realise that and try to oversimply things and want definitive answers about things. When in reality, there are so many different ways of looking at it, so many different interpretations and people will just believe what makes more sense, because at the end of the day it's all guessing and that's it 🤷‍♀️

I hope that I was able to give the answer you were looking for. Oh! and by the way, their "ship name" is Larry Stylinson, I find it super cute that you kept referring to them as Larry Styles jahsjahskj 😂