#idk even know what this shit writing is but whatever here have it 😂😂

[definitelynotshouting]

fic writer interview!

shamelessly yoinking from @karliahs bc this looks fun as hell to do :]

How many works do you have on AO3?

32 fics total, between my main and rough draft pseud!! which feels like a really small amount, honestly-- i think my private WIPs list is MUCH higher 😂😂😂😂 if we're counting my very first (and very abandoned) ao3 acct too, then that number is bumped up to 35!!

What's your total AO3 word count?

163,211, and a good 65k of that was written this year somehow??? according to my statistics ._. lowkey crazy to think about

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

paid for it with all of my blood (BNHA | 8,452)

at times so self destructive (BNHA | 4,554)

lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) (HC/LIFE | 3,618)

or we can just have conversation (MSA | 1,834)

the art of rawgabbitry (BNHA | 1,609)

if youve been following me since my bnha fics in 2018 you deserve a veteran's discount

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i used to answer every single comment i got, honestly, unless it came by years after i posted it-- the only reason i dont as much anymore is because it gets REALLY overwhelming for me to respond to everyone after the initial barrage 😅😅 the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak etc etc. but i do read every comment and appreciate them SO SO MUCH, and whenever i find one particularly moving or want to just reassure people im still working on something i'll respond to those :]

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

not counting the wips that just never got finished and left off before their main shit could resolve, id say at times so self destructive (BNHA)-- i mean i LITERALLY ended it with izuku potentially dying 😭😭😭😭

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

tbh i dont think i write happy endings so much as i write hopeful, bittersweet, or open-ended ones-- i tend to like catharsis more than fluff when it comes down to it. but out of my fluff fics i think honey it's starting to storm (HC) is one of the genuinely sweetest ive written. my runner-ups on that would probably be when the smoke does finally pass (TMA) and or we could just have conversation (MSA) :]

Do you write crossovers?

not typically, and ive never published any, but i am definitely not immune to them 😂😂😂😂 i think my most niche crossover ive actually written (never to see the light of day) was a Nine Lives of Chloe King and Supernatural fic that was the definition of self-indulgent rot. only a little less niche than that was a Mortal Instruments and Supernatural crossover (theres a running theme here lol) lying in snippets on an ancient google doc in my oldest gmail acct. reread that one recently and its shockingly coherent for being written in like. 2016. id even call it decent (though theres a lot id change up if i were writing it now)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

idk if it'd be considered hate but once i wrote a fic inspired by someone else's when i was very new to ao3, let them know (i didnt know about the "inspired by" option back then), and they got mad at me in my comments section because in their words, "its better than mine" 😭😭😭😭💥💥💥💥💥💥

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YOU COULD SAY THAT

as for what kind, honestly whatever strikes my fancy-- usually character/relationship studies, or just a fun focus on character intimacy. love 2 be asexual<3 love 2 write asexual sex<3

i had a discussion with my qpp recently about how in all honesty the smut i write is pretty tame, its just the character emotions written behind it that makes it feel a bit deranged. smth smth scarian is a chemical explosion. u understand

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!!!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeppers!! the art of rawgabbitry (BNHA) received a translation to Russian, which i always found a bit funny because rawgabbitry is. one of my least favorite works ive ever written, if only for the type of comments it tended to receive back in the day 😭😭😭😭

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

ive never managed it honestly-- i get a bit precious about my process, which can make it hard to collaborate on that level. but its something ive always wanted to grow enough as a writer to try :]

What's your all-time favorite ship?

not so much of a singular OTP type of guy as i have favorite pairings per fandom im in-- that being said rn its scarian :P

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

pretty much all of my dsmp wips honestly. i may surprise myself someday, but for now i just have zero urge to actually finish any of them

What are your writing strengths?

like my pal karliahs im gonna rip these from the comments ive received 😅😅😅 but id definitely say imagery is my strongest skill!! i have a very strong imagination, and tend to see fic scenes as movie scenes in my head which i then transcribe into written format. id like to say im also really skilled at characterization and realistic dialogue that captures character voices very well!! and frankly i just love emotional realism so much i cant NOT write it, its always leaking into everything i do

What are your writing weaknesses?

i tend to get a little too funky and abstract with my descriptions sometimes-- that can work for some scenes, but grounding everything so that it feels more real and makes actual sense to the reader is something i often have to do on the second, third, and final passes

also to every person who has to crack open a thesaurus to understand what i write, i am so fucking sorry😭💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

no thoughts beyond if its not a language you're proficient in you should probably get that checked over by a native speaker, just in case :P

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

fairy tail..... ff.net was a dark place

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

crying sobbing wailing as i desperately beg my brain to start writing that post-canon siffrin and odile relationship study. unfortunately i dont think i can have more than one longfic on my docket at a time so it shrimply must wait

What's your favorite fic you've written?

to the surprise of absolutely nobody, i'd have say lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) (HC/LIFE) :]

No obligation, but im tagging: @raichett, @kayawolfhorse, @boonbeenblade, @sillyfairygarden, and @grimfey !!! And anyone else who wants to do this ofc :]]]❤️❤️❤️❤️

[blueaprondelight]

mae girl! i’ve been living for your carmy stuff. k know you’re just getting back but i’ve been thinking about this idea for a while and i believe the last writer i shared with had gotten deactivated. this might be two ideas instead of one so feel free to do whatever you desire. idk why but would you be down to write some fluff and angst with maybe like married!carmy? maybe something where nat and pete legit ambush carmy and his wife to start talking again? but it like a lighthearted fluffy kinda way at the same time ? utilizing the scene carmy yells at syd as a base- i hate to use that scene as an example but it’s one that comes to mind when writing this atm. anyway, like the reader doesn’t work at the bear but’ll come in on her days off and mornings before her shift to help them open. and carm is already on edge about something going on in the resto and he yells at his wife out of overwhelming frustration. evidently, he’s mad at himself for it after he does it he apologized but she’s all like “no.” and she’s literally giving him the silent treatment. ofc her and nat are besties and loves her sil, so i totally see nat roping pete into getting carmy to come over whilst the reader is already on her way since they haven’t spoken in a while. both nat and pete are literally doing whatever they can to keep these two in separate spaces of the house because neither carm or his wife have any clue they’re there. maybe like y/n is inside with nat and pete meets carmy outside on arrival? the reader is walking towards to the door to out and nat’s still stalling like “so are things with you and my brother?” and the reader scoffs and nat’s just like “still not talking to him huh?” and while the reader grabs the handle slowly opening the door open she’s all like “look, sugar- you know i love your brother, but carmy sometimes can be a piece of shit” and then all you hear is carmy being like “oh, i’m a piece of shit- even after i apologized to you?” and i can just see carmy and the reader being like wth is going on here. idk but nat and pete will sillily have to do the most to get these two the civilly sit down inside of their house to even have anything of a talk. and then nat team tagging with pete to get to the bottom of things and then she lets it slip that y/n had mentioned that they were trying to get pregnant and camry’s just like “wait. what? and carmy already up and ready to talk to her alone. this man would be so loving the first time all like “y/nn can i talk to you in the kitchen for a second?” and then she’s tryna explain and carm out here using her FULL name “in the kitchen now.” just hearing how he’d say it makes me squirm and squeak 😂😩. and she’s just speeding over because she knows he means it when he pulls out the first name. and think with that he’s all just hurt that she told his sister and he hadn’t really said anything- since it was their thing they they were still figuring out. seriously feel free to do whatever you desire. just sharing the same idea i’ll dream about in a few moments. tysm in advance 😭.

- 🥣.

i'm so sorry this took me so long to write, my love! this has nothing to do with you i just got a bit concerned and got lost so many times lmfao, im just dumb like that

ʚɞ

naturally, carmen wants to try to keep his anger away from you. you’re his love, his angel, his everything. the idea that he blew up at you makes him wanna cry but you won’t talk to him, you refuse to in fact until you process what he said.

“why the fuck are you here?! i don’t need you messing shit up and crowding me!” he yelled at you. the memory fresh in your mind. it should be since it’s the only thing you’ve thought about for the past few days.

nat and pete, in their own ways, notice this and take charge. pete thinks you two can handle it but nat chimes in with the, “i know my brother. he can’t handle shit. If this is left up to him to resolve, nothing will happen. i love him but still.”

so they form their plan. pete invites carmy over to set up furniture, catch up, whatever and nat invites you over to talk about the baby and ask for your help with meal prepping. “so, have you and my brother talked about what happened at the restaraunt?” she asks.

you walk over to the couch, putting on your jacket and scarf. you let out a scoff as your answer. “taking that as a no.” nat answers. you put your hand on the doorknob, your back to the front lawn where carmen and pete, unknowing to you, stand.

"look, you know I love Carmen. and you know i want-" you sigh. "i want a family with him, Nat. i want a child, or children, with the guy. but your brother can be a real piece of shit sometimes." You open the door fully at that point, where carmen's now staring at you.

"i'm a piece of shit, after i apologized to you?" carmen asks. you stare at him before looking at pete, then at natalie whose got a guilty smile on her face. "okay. what the hell is this?" You question.

"oh! carmy, hi! i had no idea you were gonna be here. come on in, we'll all have some coffee and we can talk about what's happening." natalie says as she pulls you inside, motioning for carmen to come inside.

he reluctantly agrees, stepping inside as he sits at the dining room table. you stand in the kitchen, far enough away from them.

i think once nat reveals that you told her you want kids his reaction changes. maybe you two talked about it or maybe he doesnt know but either way, he wants to talk to you. that changes things in his mind. because you still want kids with him.

while you and carm work out your own issues, of course nat and pete take credit for it, even though you and carmy are both mad at her. also the idea of carmen using your full name as a way to call you stop oh my gosh

[weebsinstash]

Im not gonna say puerto ricans don't say tio to mean guy bc maybe they do (I've personally never heard it. Honestly even meaning uncle it's rare in PR usually I hear titi/tito for aunt/uncle) but tio (meaning guy) is specifically such a spaniard thing to say, honestly when we mock the spanish we do it saying tio.

Honestly the fact I even know that is because I read it secondhand on tumblr somewhere💀 or I mean, I've heard tio meaning uncle before (unless i was earblind lmao), but I had no idea it also meant dude until, you know. Recently.

bruh I bet Miles learned that in Spanish class at school, I think I remember seeing a post somewhere where they said "maybe miles wouldn't have a b in Spanish if he wasn't doing Spain Spanish in school and Puerto Rican Spanish at home" or something to that effect, idk, unless they're teaching Mexican Spanish at his school and Miles is just genuinely struggling so hard he pulled from a third form of Spanish he ain't even formally learning 😂

Gotta admit, Miles teaching Reader horrible Spanish/Spanglish would be a cute sorta thing to get under Miguel's skin, and I actually did, uh, write this a while back for funsies lol (although I keep forgetting to use those recommended translator sites so, using Google translate I know will set me on the wrong path lmao)

Reader be like "oh Miguel hates Spanglish? Let me tease the fuck out of this man 👏" but like this is one of those drafts that goes absolutely nowhere lmao, it's some dialogue and then Reader saying something to Jess that he actually wasn't supposed to hear and then done haha

I just. I like didn't even finish one Spanish class ok, I had a part of a Spanish class in middle school and obviously im, 26 now, aging 😩 Miguel could be speaking Spanish talking about leaving me in the bottom of a ravine to die of starvation and as long as he's saying it A Tone I'd be like "o-ok then, whatever you say 😳 i dont know what youre saying but you sound sexy saying it"

I'm just kind of. I'm weird because I can be extremely shy but once I'm comfortable or at least drunk or high or something I can be a huge teasing agitating shit disturber and I keep thinking of Reader just being INAPPROPRIATE with this man

Reader, after 3 glasses down at Spidey Margherita night, looking at Miguel from across the room: look at Miguel over there, just, being gorgeous. Fuck him. His tits are bigger than mine, his ass is fatter than mine, and his waist is smaller than mine. What the fuck. Who let him get away with that. He's lucky this isn't one of the universes where I can get HIM pregnant

Jess, the unfortunate soul who gets to make sure you get home: Girl, you know he can hear you right? Super hearing, genetically spliced, remember?

Reader: bulllllshit, it isn't THAT good, we're so far away, and it's loud in here. Look, I'll prove it. Hey Miguel, you want me to suck that dick?

VIOLENT CHOKING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM, GLASS SHATTERING, DRINK DROPPED ON FLOOR. Miguel O'Hara found dead in Miami as he looks immediately at you with the most.... girl he doesn't even know how to react right now! He's embarrassed, he's shocked, he's... aroused??? Jess is giving you the most "oh my god you did not just say that" look as you're chugging the rest of your drink and exiting stage right because ohhhhhh my god you can never look him in the eyes ever again (but he'll remember this and seek you out later, don't worry 😉)

[forcebookish]

something that's been bothering me about arcarm is that we don't actually know what arc initially sees in arm. obviously i don't mean that in a mean way as if i can't imagine why he would (you know i would drop anything and everything for that boy), i mean that the series hasn't told us. he barely even looks at arm when they actually meet. the closest we get to an aha! moment is when he stares arm down and sniffs him (see below). he may as well just be an alpha who happened to find his omega lmao

with arm, the attraction is obvious because as he's getting to know arc he's seeing new sides of him and the caring he conceals by being a total cunt lol - what he's falling for is that arc is falling for him. and i love that! it's a pretty common romantic trope, even in real life. plus, he's often distracted by arc's body.

but what's up with arc? did he just think he was hot? does he like being spit on that much? did he actually like that arm talked back? is this

all we get, in terms of how his attraction started? when literally the next scene he's already telling the guys to return their keycard and warm is already onto him?

i wrote in the tags of an earlier post (so i'm going to repeat myself a little) that it seems like arm is the first person to tell arc off for being such an asshole. he's not a loner, but notably all his friends are people who were forced to be around him (his code, his soccer team) and therefore were exposed to him enough that they learned beneath his anger issues he shows affection and takes care of the people around him in a gruff, roundabout, weird, bitchy way - then they all simply got used to it and saw it as a personality quirk.

arm acts like he's cold, arc "gives" him his shirt, and yeepun says,

kind of like what arm's going through: that "oh, he does actually care about me, he just doesn't know how to express himself like a normal human being" lol

so, like, maybe there's something there about how everyone just tolerated him without calling him out on his bad behavior until arm did. maybe it's the insolence, disobedience, and challenge that appeals to him. but this is all inferred! idk, i just feel like i wanted more from him, but now that we're underway and they're learning more and more things about each other, it's really a moot point.

idk maybe all i wanted was for arc to check arm out more!!! 😂😂😂 and i still do tbh, especially after this:

give me some proof that he actually likes that belly!!! prove it to me and to arm. it's no fun if he's possessive and body-shames arm without actually showing he doesn't mean it. otherwise it's just abuse! it stops being cute. again, we can easily infer that he actually likes his body, but they're not giving us a lot to work with here - and arm still has to think he meant it and internalize it. NOT THAT THEY SEEM INTERESTED IN REVISITING THIS BUT WHATEVER, NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST.

again, it's just like, can i get something more than just arc hitting on him? and if we're going to have arm question whether or not arc is attracted to him, bring up shit like this? his disbelief that arc could be into him just seems so nonspecific when we know that, including his comment above, there could be any number of potential reasons that could plague arm: arc seems to find him annoying, he bosses him around, arm doesn't know if arc is attracted to men or not, ET CETERA. but all we get is

and that "arc is handsome and cool. he might already be dating someone"? that's all he has to say about it!?!???!

I'M NOT SAYING THEY HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT IT JUST FEELS LIKE SOME ELEMENTS OF THEIR PERSONALITIES/DYNAMIC ARE MISSING? AM I MAKING SENSE? HOW DID I END UP WRITING 500 WORDS ABOUT THIS?????

[yeahithinkthefuckno]

Ok WOW, I haven't been here in forever, I haven't even had the app installed for months I think. But just rn I came across a @ghostiewriter bonrad fic and was like HOLY SHIT THAT'S RIGHT, TUMBLR STILL EXISTS

So whatever, Sarah and her writing brought me back to these unknown seas to see what's up with everyone I know

Tell me how have you guys been @onlyhereforangst @hibiscusia @loveisthemoment @theperfectrose

Something else you may notice is that I haven't wrote shit in like a year, yup, I have 0 inspiration

I mean I got ideas, tons actually, I'm just too lazy or un-inspired to write them, so I let them be 😂. I'm actually happier knowing that Ivy is still writing and I will get to continue reading her amazing stories (hopefully forever, hopefully soon)

Also since I'm not here or on AO3 reading my notifications please PLEASE send your newest works to me on ig (@rousebocchietti) or tw (@cotisway). That's another thing, I also kinda abandoned my (same @ as here) tw account, Idk, too much for my clearly declining mental health. But follow me on my personal ig bc I'm there all day every day!

I can't promise a fast reply (ask Ivana 😂) but I can promise a 1 week reply for sure

I'm kinda lost bc I have a new small business with a friend, its inspired in taylor of course, so I'm really busy with that lately, but I love you all even if we don't talk and I never want to lose contact with you!

Have a sweet (or spicy) night 🖤

[lightlycareless]

hi! i hope ure doing a little bit better. take all the time u need! here's an hc i have

https://youtu.be/wOEKdWrtz6U

THIS but satoru and hinata when they were 2nd years, they just did this for fun. since canonically satoru can do everything he puts his mind into, wouldn't be surprised if it was the same for hinata

UGH i can't help but think it's THEM

+ adding to the yt link post w virtuemoir, you might think it's unlikely since they didn't really love each other like genuinely genuinely, but still i like to believe the attraction was there

Heya anon!

Thank you so much for your lovely ask and checking in on me 🥺❤️I'm doing much better now, now that the small depressive episode is done and I'm back to writing :>

I apologize for taking a while to respond, but do not be fooled... this never left my mind (I also combined the two asks so they wouldn't be separate :>)—more so because the second season of jujutsu made me wonder just how involved Hinata would've been when everything went down!!

But going back to this video—yes!! I think Hinata and Satoru would've done, even with their differences, everything together at one point, and excel at it too.

Knowing how everything comes easy to him Hinata would've made it work, mostly because out of spite haha. She couldn't allow Satoru to be that good, she had to be in his level or near him (She wanted to save herself the incessant teasing from his part) while Satoru would come up with the craziest ideas to find a "weakness" for him to exploit/humiliate, only for him to be rightfully contested when she wouldn't relent.

However, the more they spent time together, the more they realized they genuinely liked being with one another, at one point Satoru offered to teach her whatever she needed—with Hinata willingly accepting to be his student.

I do feel they were attracted to one another, if not started to be attracted, during this time. I mean, they were teenagers, very hormonal, and have been in each other's life since forever 😂 it just started to happen, so... why not?

Hinata would be the first to find the other attractive, however, Satoru would be the first one to conclude that "maybe spending the rest of my life with her isn't as bad"

Of course these sentiments were nothing but a step they needed to take in order to know themselves and what they wanted in life, (like their first time together lol idk if writing it would be morbid but let's be real after all the shit I've done.... do I have any excuse? 😂) eventually coming to the realization that what they wanted the most out of the other was friendship—The reassurance that no matter what happened they would still be there for one another.

Presumably around the time where Satoru met Suguru. They just had a whole new level of chemistry, and Hinata was all in for it.

After Hinata called off the engagement I could totally see Satoru telling her something like:

"If we're still single at 30 we could marry each other and have some kids or something" to which she would only roll her eyes and dismiss as him being his usual silly self—at least outwardly, because Hinata wouldn't deny that the idea of settling down with someone she already knows is nice.

I mean, let's not forget how her dating endeavors had been going—she hates it lol. And I can't blame her, the dating scene is... oof. So why waste her time meeting people that just don't get her, seemingly don't have any ambitions, don't share her work ethics and whatnot, when she could could just rely on Satoru?

And if the pressure from the elders towards Satoru grows too "annoying" for him to keep ignoring, or who knows, maybe he finally decides he do wants to settle down, he could rely on her as well.

It sounds awful when put that way lol, but I think these things serve to show just how intertwined Satoru and Hinata were, something that only people who have known each other for a very long time, and learned to trust one another completely, could do.

Satoru cherishes Ren, Hinata, and Y/N a lot, and so do they. There's nothing they wouldn't do for one another, and that's something I intend to show deeper into the story :>

Once again, thank you so much for sending in this ask! Now I want to write in what Hinata's, Ren's and Y'N's reaction would've been to the whole thing that went down on season 2 😭 (who am I kidding, that's totally gonna happen)

If there's anything else you'd like to know about their relationship, or just share with me, my ask box is always open 🤭❤️

Thank you so much, I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and see you around!!

[thewhiskersonkittens]

It's been over a week since I saw it and I still can't stop thinking about the Barbie movie. It's like I'm still in shock. No one cares but I will write out my full thoughts here under the cut.

PROS

Like everyone says, I 100% agree on the set design of Barbie Land and the costumes. They did a fantastic job! I expect they will win some awards for those categories.

I like most of the soundtrack although there's probably about three artists on it I actually know. (I feel old.)

Ryan Gosling. To me, he had the best performance out of the whole cast. Ironically, in a movie literally called "Barbie", I found myself caring for Ken more. I think that is a testament to just how good of an actor Gosling is. They butchered Ken's character (just like they did Barbie's) and wrote a really half-ass script but Gosling STILL delivered.

Weird Barbie. I'm not much of a Kate McKinnon fan but I think she did really well. I love this concept of a "weird Barbie" because it's so true to life. Of course there would be a Barbie some little girl messed up! 😂

Speaking of "old", my favorite scene was the one with Barbie on the bench next to the elderly woman. I think this movie's message could have easily been about ageism more than tHe pAtRiaRcHy...

CONS

The biggest issue for me is what they did to Barbie and Ken's relationship. They are one of the most famous couples of all time, albeit a fictional one, but I just wanted them to be in love and kiss. 😭 I'm a hopeless romantic. I am tired of the idea that a Strong Female Character™ can't have a romantic relationship with a man because it makes her "weak" or "not as cool". One thing they could have done is say of course Barbie doesn't need Ken. But she chooses Ken because she loves him. She DOES love him. (IDC what Gerwig or Robbie says. They got it wrong.)

The plot(s) are all over the place! I can't remember but I don't even think the mother-daughter part of the story even got resolved or if it did it was done in like two seconds?! I don't remember, by then, I was getting bored and restless.

There was no point to Will Ferrell and the Mattel CEOs. After the chase scene, I completely forgot about them until they randomly reappeared at the end. I'm inclined to think they were only included to be a red herring for when they cut the trailers for the movie.

I didn't like how they named everyone else "Barbie" and "Ken" in Barbie Land (Aside from Alan and Midge). I get they are saying everyone can be a Barbie or a Ken no matter what you look like. But did they not know about all the characters in Barbie's world? Skipper, Courtney, Kelly (a.k.a. Chelsea), Stacie, Christie, Francie, etc? Just seems lazy IMO.

"The Message". Don't tell me "yOu jUsT diDn't GEt iT!!!" 😑 Oh, I got "the message", all right. IDK how anyone can watch this movie and not "get it" when they might as well beat you over the head with a goddamn sledgehammer. When I was a kid, I had a Life Size Barbie. Why don't you get one of those and write "FeMiNISm!!!" all over her body, take her by the heels, wind her up like a baseball bat and beat me to death for two hours?! In hindsight, it would have saved me time and money for sure.

If you liked this aspect of the movie, all the power to ya. You are allowed to like whatever you want to like. But everyone acting like this shit was so deep and profound... ??? I'm sorry, are you kidding me?! It's about as deep as a kiddie pool. I think there are rain puddles out there deeper than this.

They could have gone about the women's empowerment message in a much better way and a lot more subtle and a lot less hateful.

Which brings me to my next point about what I didn't like.

IDK what this movie was trying to be? It had some funny moments but most of the humour was corny and flat. I've been craving an unapologetically girlie, "chick-flick" movie for a long, long time now. The kind they used to make 15-20 years ago or so. Think "Legally Blonde", "Clueless" or "13 Going on 30". Or think even further back to the 80's with "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" or "Teen Witch". What better movie to make a return to that kind of genre than with a live action ✨BARBIE✨ movie? She is the epitome of girlie-ness and femininity. But I guess that's too "problematic" now or something.

Why did only Ken sing? Don't get me wrong, he did great, but does it seem weird to anyone else why he was the only one? It seems kind of random IMO. Why didn't Barbie sing a solo? I have no idea if Robbie can sing or not but still. Again, what is this movie trying to be? It could have worked as a musical but it wasn't.... but they threw in a Ken song and dance number out of left field?

And lastly,

Margot Robbie. I HATE to say this, really I do. Because I really like her as an actress. I had so much faith and hope in her with this role. I thought she was a MUCH better choice for Barbie than Amy Schumer ever was!

Robbie looks the part of Barbie to a T. She's beautiful. But as the movie went on, I felt like she wasn't giving Barbie anymore. At least not Barbie in the way I imagine the character. It feels like she was playing a completely different character. Barbie in this movie never really helps anyone but herself. Barbie is not supposed to be an emotional manipulator but here, she is.

It's not Robbie's fault because Gerwig didn't write her character correctly. Same thing with Ken. He's a himbo, for sure, but he's not supposed to be some pathetic simp. I feel like both Robbie and Gosling were kind of wasted. They are both so talented but their characters were not written right.

So, all and all, if I had to rate the movie I'd give it a 5/10. I feel like they got some things right, some things they could have done much better, and some things they just shouldn't have done at all.

This is all just my honest thoughts and opinions. If you enjoyed the movie, I certainly don't want to take that away from you. I'm a huge fan of Barbie and I left the theater incredibly disappointed by the final product and I was SO excited for this.

[yutamayo]

43, if you don’t mind but if not, 8♥️

TYSM for starting off the #mayo drinks series!!!

*Just decided to make it a series rn as I bought enough alcohol to last a couple days lmao

I'm a ridiculously open book/oversharer/burden to society so I will never mind any Qs!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Will give u a double whammy & answer both xD

8. What do you label yourself as?

I used to identify as asexual for a LONG time but eventually learned I had just had horrible experiences with sex. So over time after growing into myself I realized I'm pansexual, leaning towards gay for WOMEN. I'm not super stuck on terms/labels BC it's been so hard to pin down for me, But I know I've only ever been in love/romantically attracted to women. I banged men bc they were easy & simple. Dicky in meow meow and it's done. But I realized I also only rlly slept with guys as a form of self harm lol. I love women. I love them. I want them. They so amazing. I LOVE WOMEN. god damn I'm feeling so single rn. Anyways, personally have always felt non-binary.

Core memory grocery shopping with my dad when I was like 10 and cashier said smthn ab "your son" & idk BC it didn't make me feel good? I'm AFAB but I didn't like being called "daughter" n that day I learned I didn't like being called "son" either lol. As I got older I've ALWAYS wanted a buzzcut BC I felt I'd enjoy more of that androgyny but the few times I brought it up my psycho mom said she'd fr disown me, (and ik she would lol I was homeless for a year BC she kicked me out for smoking weed in the house 😂) anyways I eventually a couple years ago said Fuck It and my best friend shaved my head in her kitchen and it was the best thing ever.

All these years I expected it to be one of those dramatica movie moments where bitches be crying in the mirror as they run the shaver across they head but genuinely when I looked in the mirror I was just like...

Fucking finally. I look like me.

So yeah. I identify as a menace, a whore, a glitter filled garbage fire, a non-binary cunt, a slave to the pussy, an immediate danger to cis white men, an arsonist of the system, and a fucking baddie. Thank you for asking 💖

*

43. Do you have any scars?

Fuck yes I do. I said that wayyyy to enthusiastically lmao but ye lol I have like a ridiculously visible amount. This answer is gonna be V triggering so I put it last in case talk ab SH stresses you please stop ur reading here! ❤️

Been doin that shit since I was like 12? *The most common method* (don't wanna write it in case the word triggers anyone) First time was due to a self image/weight issue when I was trying to turn some jeans into jean shorts n had a breakdown/thot I was too fat so just kinda ended up using scissors for their not intended purpose. But was on and off till I was like 18, then the Big Bad happened (well one of them lmfao).

Most of my scars actually happened all in one night! My friend had passed away less than year previously and I wanted to go hang out with our other friend to just mourn or whatev and my psychologically abusive mom said I couldn't go, so I swore at her (for the first time in my entire life. I was 18 LMFAO) n it was literally a phonecall so not even in person. 😂 Anyways I got home to find my room fully trashed like mattress on floor everything everywhere. So ended up getting unhinged in the bathroom lol.

Since my best friend at the time lived across the street from the hospital & my mother was giving me the silent treatment, I put on a sweater, said I was going to spend the night at my best friend's, and got a ride from the friend I was originally supposed to hang with to besties while casually bleeding out under my sweater lmao.

So, a core memory actually, was that I took off sweater, bestie was like BRUH u going hospital RN. And she gave me her jacket, and I said "but I don't want to get blood on ur jacket." & Idk that memory stuck w/me BC she was like.... My brother in Christ forget the jacket 😂 but idk just meant alot to me ? 😂

Anyways get to le hospital, get le stitches, which they gave me 54 and I apparently needed more stitches but they maxed out the numbing thing they were allowed to give me rip. Core memories from that ER visit:

One of the nurses saying "God wouldn't want you to do this." (lady, God is dead.)

And the final core memory was actually SO hilarious to me idk why 😭

I randomly asked the doc who was doing my stitches, "Have u ever been fishing?" N he was like.... Yeah?...

& I was like, "Yeah, thats what this smells like rn." So I feel a lil bad for him BC looking back it is a lil disturbing to tell someone that ur flesh smells like fish guts so casually, but like... I was really good at fishing. Like literally I'm a great fisher? And I don't even like cooked fish I only like sushi. So. Idk I just had to bring it up 😅 Anyways. There's a trauma dump for y'all. One of many and honestly I don't feel any ways ab it anymore.

I used to wear long sleeves CONSTANTLY bc my mom shamed me into it & me obvi just being stressed by ppl looking. But eventually I was just like. Fuck it we ball. And it openened my eyes even more when I started living around young kids (was with my ex gf and her daughter from 1-4yrs old) and now constantly being with my godsons for the last 5yrs.... Kids are amazing. They only learn what's "bad" from it being called "Bad." So when I went to parks with them in tank tops & a kid would glance then look away bc they didn't give AF and had better shit to do like enjoy the slide & swings lmao. Vs adults who will stare n act confused or concerned.

Idk either way I'm so ridiculously comfortable in my skin (bc that's what it is. My skin.) that I be out wearing lingerie sets in the summer (BC I had no clean underwear: this happens dissapointingly often) & going anywhere n everywhere with no long sleeves ever? It's the best feeling.

I give ppl their second, I give them their glance BC if I were them, I'd glance too. But a second is all you get. U pull a stare and I'm staring back. It works wonders.

No demure smile, I furrow my brow like I'm confused like... Ma'am. R u okay? ... Are u lost?... Bc my scars aren't a roadmap so u might wanna ask someone else for directions ❤️

I haven't SH (that way) in like 3yrs, and have rarely used other forms in a long time, so I hope everyone finds the self-care and (confidence?) or just the Fuck Everyone Else energy to enjoy YOUR life in YOUR skin. Love y'all. Thanks for the asks 🥹❤️

[212-apricity]

Okay I’m finally here! I wanted so badly to read it when you posted but I was so freaking tired I crashed 😭 But I’m here with another rant/essay of thoughts and emotions haha I feel like with every chapter I write more and more 😂

Getting a glimpse into Conrad’s head in any fic itches my brain nicely, idk I just love him?? Anywho, the way you write his like emotions and his anger/frustration? I’m here for it, he deserves to be a little upset instead of just shutting himself down to protect himself 🥺🖤 BUT him tracking Dean down and punching him before the ass can even get a word in?! Yes!! Thank you omg, protector Conrad getting his emotions out AND making sure Dean knows he’s not welcome anymore? no and then he comes home and tucks us in??? After beating a guy up?? God I’m feral for him I need therapy 😂

Him and his moms? (Bc lbr Susannah x Laurel is the real otp here 😭🖤) I tear up every time Susannah’s cancer gets brought up bc of personal stuffs so like Conrad crying on her and letting himself feel bc he didn’t mean to hurt us while his mom was sick?? My eyes were sweating I wanna give him cuddles and back rubs and forehead kisses 🥺😭🖤🖤

Steven would be that person tho “oh don’t worry I watched the cooking channel I can do this!” And then fucks it all to hell 😂 I love him, I feel like Steven and I would be those besties that are complete idiots together because we share half a braincell 😂

And Connie calling us my girl?!?! AND baby?!! That shit gives me butterflies omg 😭😭 im so lonely lmfao ahh the whole living room scene has me in a choke hold I love him, just ahhhhh the domesticity of caring for your lover after he beats someone up for you 🥺🖤

The almost kiss on the beach had me swooning too 😭 Fucking Steven and cockblocking us 😂😂

MATCHING TATTOOS AHHH 😩😩

No but who tf does Thérèse think she is???? “Sorry I stole your bf I was jealous but I ended things with him” like good for you but stay away lmao like that trust would be so damaged!!! Thérèse and Dean really do deserve each other 😤😤

Okay but us hitting Dean? And just being a feral cat about him not shutting up? Yes please?! Couples who beat shitty exes up together are top tier 😂 (I know we’re not a couple yet but in my heart Conrad’s already my husband 😂🖤) AND AGAIN the of checking over each others wounds?!!! I love them, your honor. 🖤🖤

Okay but Connie immediately wanting to take off and beat the shit out of Dean, while the love of his life’s injured??? But his tunnel vision is just like “gotta kill this guy”?? Like you idiot I don’t want Jere to take me to the hospital I want the person that makes me feel safe there 😭😭😭

Overall I love how theres a bunch of little moments showing how we love each other but it doesn’t feel forced or too fast? Like obviously Conrad and her just wanna kiss (damn you Steven) but also they’re comfortable just existing together too because they both know they care?? Does that make sense? Is that even what you were going for? Idk but that’s how I’m feeling it rn, maybe it’s just my craving for love that’s reading in too deep 😂😂

AHHH 😭 Anyway thank you again for another glorious chapter, I love it, I adore you, and I’m so so excited for more! I can’t wait to see the moms reactions to their tattoos (and for getting into a fight and getting injured 💀😂) and just for more shenanigans in general with everyone 🖤🖤😭

oh. my gosh. STOP I LOVE THESE COMMENT THINGYS SM THEYRE SO FUN.

ok so i totally agree, dean is a RAT he deserves whatever happens to him ik i wrote the damn thing but i stand w it🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

no but fr someone needed to humble dean and thérèse both like they’re so annoying. i didn’t want thérèse to have a giant monologue just explaining why she did what she did bc honestly people like that don’t rly say all that much irl, they’re just looking for ways to get back in ur life and mess it up again tbh and she was just annoying too like

and i mean i didn’t wanna say it myself but yes the main characters here ARE susannah and laurel, glad we cleared that up. they’re literally so cutesy and wonderful i love them sm

STEVENS SO FUNNY STOP- hes literally hilarious i love him sm

no honestly i love the living room scene too it’s so cutesy and domestic i thought those two needed a tiny little cute relaxed moment before it all went down tbh💀💀

and i agree, if someone called me baby??????????

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

that’s all i have to say. next question.

no everytime i write an almost kiss im literally on the edge of my seat as well like should i make them kiss or should i wait🤨🤨

REAL. we’re not officially w conrad yet but we bascially are married w two dogs and an adopted son (steven) so we don’t even need to go through the formalities anymore

no fr like ily conrad but now is not the time, you better get in that car and drive to the hospital.

YESS IT DOES MAKE SENSE IM SO GLAD YOU NOTICED!!!! i didn’t want to make this one too like fast paced or too like oh everyone gets what they want happily ever after like i feel like you don’t need to be constantly making out or talking w someone you care about, even just spending some time w them is more than enough like just having these tiny cute little moments is so lovely

YESS IM SO EXICTED TO WRITE MORE ON THIS ONE sadly i don’t think i can post another part until like friday night / the weekend bc schooo started again today (kms) and it’s gcse year (double kms) but im so happy you like it, i love love love these conment things so much you have no idea🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[kimsohn]

hi..

ok u know i dont really like making long reblogs but i feel like this deserved one MMSLDKWJLFWE i will try my best to do this cat style.. listening to bthb (does not fit the mood i know) at 12am.. lets go!!

idk if anyone's ever told u this but im obsessed with how u write inebriation.. coming from someone who hasnt drank before i feel like u make it so much more abt the thoughts and feelings rather than impulsive decision after impulsive decision.. it just adds a lot of character to me. small irrelevant tidbit but i felt like i should mention it bc theres not that many fics out there that lean into characterization like that imo..

also i love the dynamic between them too bc they're both yappers LAMSOWIJFWE like yn is probably not even drunk but they go off on a tangent it just shows how awkward they are around each other.. they have enough of a relationship to still know each other in and out but not enough to communicate those feelings properly.. Ugh..

see this is why i dont do long reblogs bc i feel like im yapping abt nothing

(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)

ugh. UGH!!! see they have so much to say to each other but they wont.. even though jake is literally drunk enough to get these words out he cant..

also im obsessed w how loser u made jake here like. its just him begging yn to come like dude its probably 2am and theyre trying to sleep. MMSMSLDKJWLKFWE. ugh but when his first instinct is to ask if they didnt come bc of him.. geumanhaja..

theres this interview of jake where he talks abt fame and the fear of not being able to make it in the industry.. not being good enough.. i feel like that emotion is conveyed so strongly w that line like he's blaming Himself.. even if it may not completely be his fault his first instinct is to put himself down for yn.. what a Giver man.

maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.

WHATEVER. whatever.

but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both can’t come back to. not anymore.

im fine 😂😂😂😂🙏 (what if we all just killed ourselves)

sorry but like. reading this after ur werewolf headcanon. UGH. like thats a man who wld give up his identity for u so to see the fact that it didnt work out.. that shit is probably tearing him apart inside MMSLKDJWELFWE he's stronger than me frl

ok how do u end one of these. im still listening to bthb it didnt fit the mood but fuck it wtv. i feel like spiderman depressed rain crying reaction picture above rn How the fuck am i gonna sleep. i hate you (please keep writing).

— things we never said

s. jaeyun x gn!reader

wc: 1.8k genre: angst (i think) content: exes!au, mentions of alcohol consumption, aespa's ningning and winter cameos for naming purposes only. normal people inspired. misc. notes: thank you to the jake fuckers (@gluion @mosviqu) for being my motivation to 1) write this drabble and more importantly 2) Finish this drabble. kept you in my thoughts when i wrote this xoxo. also a specific thank you to @sungbeam for being the first person to read it in full. and lastly, a special thank you to paul mescal for being just the perfect amount of pathetic i needed in bbc's miniseries normal people.

synopsis: in which it's heeseung's wedding, jake's had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say.

jake’s shoes squeeze too tight around his toes.

realistically, through the haze of the alcohol, he knows he should be worried about other things. maybe any other thing, like how he needs to figure out how to get this champagne stain out of his shirt before his company dinner on friday, or how the bass of the dj's last set is still ringing in his ears, or how he's pretty sure this little escapade would probably qualify as date-ditching, considering the way yizhuo has been texting him 'where r u??' for the past twenty minutes.

jake's head buzzes, the aftertaste of his last beer resting firm on his tongue. in retrospect, perhaps the fourth glass he filled right before they cut the cake was one too many, but it’s too late to regret it now. the glass is sitting empty on the table, and instead of being out on the dance floor with the rest of his friends, jake is here—under the gazebo, heart in throat, phone in hand. his thumb hovers over the contact, still saved, and stares for a long time.

he shouldn’t. he knows he shouldn’t.

(not that it really matters. knowing better and doing better are two things jake has never been very good at keeping the same.)

he hits call.

the dial rings and rings and rings. jake can’t tell if he’s breathing or not, he just keeps listening to the endless tinny trilling. and then— 

“hello?”

“hi.” his voice catches. “it’s me.”

you pause, the silence crackling over the speaker. “what’s up?”

jake’s throat goes tight, tongue heavy as he tries to fumble his way around his words. your voice is just like he remembers, intimately close even from the speaker. he wonders what he can say, to make up for the months of not speaking to each other. how are you? how’s work? do you still set 5 alarms in the morning before you have to wake up so you can enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep?

“it’s heeseung’s wedding today,” he says eventually. you didn’t show up.

there’s a beat of silence, before:

“i know,” you reply gently, the silent accusation he doesn’t mean to throw landing softly between the two of you. “i already called him this morning to say congratulations. there’s a wedding gift that should be shipped soon, actually,” you continue, as if it makes your absence any better. “i think he’ll like it, you know. he’s been talking about getting that coffee grinder on his wedding registry before that registry even existed—”

“y/n.”

the line goes completely quiet, like you’re bracing yourself for what he could say next. normally he would leave it be, set down the phone and apologize and go back to the venue to celebrate with the rest of his friends. but right now, jake is drunk, and his head hurts, and all the sounds ring around him and merge together into a single sound, pressed tight against his ear. his chest feels rubbed raw, the burning question flickering and coming out all in a rush. “did you not come because of me?”

“jake,” you chide, almost immediately. he missed the way you say his name, even like this. “you know that’s not it.”

he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck, feeling scolded. just like old times. “isn’t it?”

there’s a disapproving noise on the other end, like you take offense in him even having doubts. “you know i wish i could have been there.”

jake hesitates, just a little. it’s a stupid thought, and it would be even stupider to say, but he supposes he should keep the streak going, since he’s already started tonight. “you could still come.” 

you let out a small laugh, entertaining the thought. “yeah?”

jake nods, as if you can hear it. maybe you can. maybe you didn’t have to, to know. “yeah, the night is still young. i’m sure everyone would be happy to see you again—you could come right now, if you really wanted to.”

“and do what, exactly?” you tease.

he shrugs, smiling. “give a belated toast? we all gave one, you know.”

“oh, and heeseung agreed to that?”

“as if he could stop us,” jake counters. “we had to make sure the bride knew what she was marrying! one embarrassing story from each of us!”

“and pray tell,” you say, bemused, “what story did you share with the audience? no wait—let me guess.” you hum, as if tapping your chin for the exaggerated effect. “the time he tried to flirt with that senior in the library and fell on his ass because he missed the chair? or the time when—oh! what about when he got drunk and wanted to get matching tattoos with everyone and then started crying the second it started cause it hurt so bad?”

“no, actually,” jake laughs. “sunghoon and jay already took those. mine was about when he accidentally hit on riki’s mom the entire night and found out the morning after.”

“you better have turned those stories into anecdotes about how happy their marriage is going to be,” you warn wryly.

jake waves you off. “sunoo and jungwon got the sentimental part. we were in charge of making sure minjeong knew what she was getting herself into.”

you sigh exasperatedly, something rustling on your end. maybe the papers you were reorganizing on your desk, or the tinfoil on the table as you tried to heat up a late night snack. “so much for adulthood—all you boys are the same.”

the same. as if he wasn’t here and you weren’t there, so, so far away.

“you could still come.” jake repeats. it’s a sobering effect. at least, he’d like to think so, but he’s still trying his hardest for his tongue to not stumble over some words, and he can’t look at the fairy lights adorning the top of the gazebo for too long before his head starts to pound again. 

“you could tell your favorite memory of heeseung to make up for ours,” he continues, “write down your congratulations on the wedding book yourself. they’re even playing your favorite song right now, you could come and show everyone how it’s done.” jake fumbles with the ring on his index finger, twisting it with his thumb. the heel of his shoe scuffs once into the wood below his feet. it’s all too tight. “come—have fun. we could even pretend not to know each other.”

the line goes quiet. a breath drawn. and then, softly, “i would never pretend to not know you, jake.”

he blinks, swallowing hard. it would be funny, if it weren’t so sad, the way jake was the one who called you, yet he’s the one without anything to say. rather, the things he wants to say, he can’t. you would have cried at the vows, he thinks. the exchanging of promises at the altar, rings slipped onto each other’s fingers. you were always soft for those kinds of things. 

(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)

jake is sure everyone knows, to some degree, at least. it’s why heeseung looked at him a little strange when he saw his date at the entrance, why everyone seemed to avoid mentioning your name like the plague around him. it’s not for lack of trying—moving past you. it’s why he brought yizhuo along in the first place, why he’s been doing everything he can to distract himself, why he’s been trying his best to not think of you again.

but tonight was different. tonight, where all his friends are gathered to celebrate, and the alcohol in his system warms his skin as the evening air grows chilly, and everyone he loves is here within reach except for you, jake finds that he’s still admitting it to himself, even months after.

(i miss you. more words he can’t say to you anymore. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)

“sorry,” he says eventually. jake isn’t really sure what for. maybe all of it.

“i…” you start out, but it trails off into silence. maybe it would have been an apology to match, but he thinks you knew it wouldn’t have sounded right either. there wasn’t really anything left to say. jake is here, and you’re there, and that distance isn’t really something either of you can fill anymore.

across the garden, jake can hear his name echoing across the venue. he’s pretty sure it’s sunoo, telling him to get his ass on the dance floor to get down to the dj’s newest rendition of apple bottom jeans, but it all sort of meshes together between the bushes and the trees.

“you should go,” you say lightly. “dance off the rest of the alcohol so you don’t wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow.”

you knew. jake burns a little out of embarrassment, feeling a bit like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. he doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that you could tell he was drunk from the beginning, or the fact that this meant you knew the first person he thought to drunk-dial was you.

“oh, don’t act surprised.” it’s a light-hearted jibe, but jake’s heart crawls up his throat and sits there, thick. “your pronunciation always gets sloppy when you’ve had too many drinks.”

of course you knew. you always did, like he never needed to say anything at all.

“you got me,” he responds, hoarse.

“what did you get this time? whiskey? margaritas? no way you got this drunk off hard seltzers—”

“beer.” sunoo calls his name again, closer, more insistent. “one too many.”

you laugh, and he wants to drown in it a little more, until he remembers it enough to not miss you anymore. “the great jake sim, taken down by an IPA.”

maybe he should thank it, if it got you to speak to him again. the skin sitting underneath his ring burns red. he needs to take off his tie. his shoes are still too tight around his toes. “i wish you were here.” maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.

you smile, fond. he can’t see it, but there are some things about you he just knows, too. “bye, jake.”

but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both can’t come back to. not anymore.

and that’s something that never needs to be said.

jake looks at the center of the altar, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of something else—the afterimage of love, a vision of two people left stranded from time. it disappears as quickly as it came. his breath hitches. there’s nothing left but this.

“bye, y/n.”

[magnusbae]

Okay! I'm sorry you're having a shit time and I'm here to give you sweet dreamling hcs! Or I hope they are sweet? Idk

Dream likes to hang around in his cat form and can be found very often lazing around on hobs desk at work staring out the window, seemingly at the birds but really he's just talking to Matthew telepathically (seems like something he could do idk). Hob will frequently just absent-mindedly pet him while he's teaching and his students think he is the greatest teacher alive over here bringing his emotional support cat to work all the time (little do they know, Hob is actually the emotional support human but whatever)

This isn't really dreamling specifically but I feel like death, lucienne, and Matthew for sure get together and gossip about the absolute unhinged way dreamling love each other. Just death showing up in the library out of the blue being like "You will not BELIEVE what these assholes did now"

Sometimes when Dream is feeling overwhelmed he likes to be the little spoon and Hob will do his level best to wrap himself around Dream like a blanket and love him until he feels better

Idk why but I feel like Dream would be the guy that thinks liking sweets is undignified so he would pretend that he actually hates them but will always inevitably eat any that are near him. Hob notices this and instead of calling him out on it just makes sure to keep extra sweets around so Dream can eat them and Dream is over here like "Wow Hob must really like sweets" but really he's just in love with an idiot

Hob makes friends with the dreams and nightmares and cares about them so much. Watching him interact with them makes Dream so incredibly happy because like those are his creations and Hob loves them so he love HIM and it's just....i love it so much

Anyway I'm all tapped out for now but I hope these help❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for the care and the time you took to write to me 💛💝🌻

I snorted loudly at the "Little do they know, Hob is actually the emotional support human" THAT IS SO TRUE.

Hob is Dream's little human, his man, his right hand man, his best friend, his—...

I enjoy the idea of Dream indulging Hob in eating things that he had personally cooked. I think that generally speaking, Dream prefers to eat in the Dreaming, rather in the Waking. However if Hob has a cooking phase, he's be tasting and eating whatever it is he gives, sweets included, even if he does sulkily says "I do not require cake, Hob Gadling" and yet... Enjoys.

Dream LOVES being the little spoon.................... He can also be the most crazy big spoon because he can quite literally wrap all around in odd shapes and ways..... Hob LOVES that.

I will not elaborate.

Death is the number one dreamling supporter and she most definitely provides rumors and info when needed 😂 😂 😂

Death: I can't believe Dream didn't ask Hob out on that concert Hob had waited for 10 years Matthew: GASP Matthew, exactly 5 minutes later: I can't believe you didn't take Hob on that concert he forever for, wow. Dream, Pikachu meme : what concert.

Hob gets to go with Dream and doesn't even have a clue HOW did Dream know about it, he never meant to ask because he figures the Lord of the Dreaming would not care for such an event.

Thanks Death.

And Hob for sure is like, getting along with all the dreams but— "You are my favorite /Dream/" and then leans and whispers into his ear "And ~Nightmare".

He is picked up unceremoniously by a too strong prince of stories and is taken promptly to the royal bed. :)

[shy-peacock]

Idk if you’re still taking requests for Ratld, but could you do a snippet of a Romeo and Juliet/ star cross lovers fic? I’ve been obsessed with that trope recently.

I love your writing so much. The work you put into it is phenomenal to me.😁☺️happy holidays!

Thank you! Sorry it took so long to post something. Here’s…a snippet of whatever this could be XD rated T-ish??? I guess?? Modernish (kinda reminds me of west side story era 😂)

The bell rang and students in bright white and black uniforms filed quickly out of the old school building, practically racing away from the grounds that had held them captive for the last eight hours. Eager, at last, to be done with the school day.

At least Ati was, who felt a major headache tearing through her that would just not relent. Pounding, making her mood sour as she walked the path home. Alone at first, until a familiar face began to walk at her side.

“You look like shit-“ Namaari, her cousin, commented as she found her amongst their fellow students. A shit-eating grin on her lips, clearly wanting to have some fun at her cousin’s misery now that the long school day was over.

“Fuck off-“ she huffed, “I’m not in the mood.”

“When are you ever in a good mood?” Namaari pointed out as she nudged her with her fist, “honestly?”

“On the weekends, when I don’t have to be here.” Atitaya replied, “thank God we have only one more year here and that’s it.”

“Then college.” Namaari sighed, dramatically.

“Then…college..” Ati grumbled.

College, where they either stayed in the same private academy and took some courses while they lived in the dorms they’d always known, albeit in the young adult district, or- what Atitaya wanted to do, find a college far away from Fang Academy and this boring ass town for something much better off in the land of anywhere but here.

It’s what a lot of them did.

Though Namaari was still on the fence about it.

“You decide yet-?” Ati asked, mentioning what they both probably were thinking at the moment. Her eyes focused on Namaari as they walked, watching the way her eyes fell and she shrugged at the question.

The same response she always gave Atitaya. Her uncertainty still as such since they first entered the halls of Fang Academy.

“You should come with me-…I mean, just cause your Mom runs the school doesn’t mean you have to stay here!“ Atitaya suggested, “we could actually wear normal clothes to school instead of these uniforms every day.”

Namaari chuckled. But, before she could say another word, her footsteps slowed until she had come to a complete stop. Atitaya first looking back at her cousin, then forward at the scene she had her eyes focused on. An irritation coming back strong and heavy, along with her headache, as she spot the blue and black uniforms walking ahead of them from a distance.

Heart Society students.

Even worse, it was a particular group of them that always seemed to come around just when Ati was having a bad day. The girl with blue hair, the young freshman that looked like he was eight more than thirteen, other rag tag members of their little gang walking about now that the school day had ended. The most annoying of the bunch, plenty of whom she and other Fang students had fought before with both words and fists.

It honestly couldn’t have been more perfectly timed. Ati was itching for a reason to get out her frustrations that afternoon. Spying the group from a distance as they saw them. Comments and fingers pointed in their direction, nasty glares that could kill. Some of her other fellow Fang Academy kids noticed them as well, falling behind Ati as she began cracking her knuckles, ready to go.

“They just made my day-“ Ati smirked, nodding towards Namaari, “care to join me?”

Namaari shrugged, which she apparently was doing a lot of lately.

“Nah- let’s just go…”

“Seriously?!”

“You know the cops still keep an eye out for us whenever we start gathering like this!”

“So what, I don’t see any around- do you?”

“No- but, I don’t have time to get into stupid fights with our rival school-…” Namaari stated, “they’re just some dumb lackeys anyways- their ‘appointed leader’ isn’t with them.”

Ati looked at them again, seeing that their so-called leader wasn’t actually with them. As Namaari said. Another advantage, in her opinion, since Fang’s had their leader with them.

“Come on- you have to face them!” Atitaya practically growled, “the others at Fang look up to you, what’ll it say about us if you walk away now!”

There went that shrug again.

“I’m not anyone’s leader-“

“You know that’s not true-“

“Okay- but even so, I’m trying to stay out of trouble-“

“Since when?” Atitaya laughed, playfully shoving her, “you’ve been a trouble maker since we both were kids-“

“And we aren’t kids anymore.” Namaari shot back, playfully, yet the weight of the words were heavier now. Especially as she patted Atitaya on the shoulder. “Just ignore them…I mean- remember, we have the winning score so far on account of our group beating the snot out of them a few weeks back..“ Namaari pointed out, “why risk your winning streak?”

Atitaya rolled her eyes, still wanting to fight all the same. Especially as she swore one of those rotten Heart Society kids gave them the finger.

Yeah- she was definitely gonna let them have it today.

She turned, ready to tell Namaari just this when she realized her cousin was no longer by her side. The young woman several steps down the road, making a quick right before waving her off.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Atitaya called after her, throwing her hands out angrily.

“I told you, I’m busy!” Namaari called after, “see you tomorrow!”

“Wha-…Busy with what?!”

But it was too late, Namaari high tailed it out of there before she could shake her down and demand an answer. That, along with bombard her with plenty other questions she had about Namaari’s recent activities she got up to that had her so “busy” for not only Ati but pretty much everything else in her life. Family, friends, hell- ….even school! Her cousin’s head in the clouds it seemed, elsewhere, even when she was right before her.

A sigh tore through her, rolling her eyes.

Whatever Namaari was up to, she was sure her cousin would tell her…eventually.

~~~~~

An abandoned shed isn’t the best place for this sort of thing, but they manage it just fine.

Before- it was Namaari’s secret hideaway. A place she fixed up as a kid with an old couch, a few battery operated lights, some posters and plenty of splinters and busted thumbs from trying to hammer things into place. Making the shed sturdy enough that she didn’t have to worry about it caving in when she was needing space to work on homework or just simply be away from people.

Or, as she was now, make out with her girlfriend- Raya.

The pair of them on the couch she was sure was harboring mold somewhere underneath it, Namaari sitting back with Raya practically in her lap at this moment. Leaning into her while they kissed, the air thickening with more than just dust particles. Her hands exploring her curves and down against her thigh, feeling how goosebumps pebbled here as her fingertips pressed roughly into Raya’s skin. Especially when Namaari’s hand rose higher, moving under her skirt that had hiked up amidst their not-exactly-innocent movements. Just barely touching her underwear before she felt a hand take her wrist and move it back along the couch, a breathy laugh slipping out of her girlfriends lips as she pulled back.

“Over the clothes.” Raya warned, her voice teasing still as she gave Namaari a knowing smirk.

“I was?” Namaari joked, immediately sighing in defeat when her girlfriend gave her a pointed look, “I was over your underwear..that’s clothes right?”

“Sure- just like you’re on top right now, huh?” Raya playfully jabbed, pointing out what Namaari had said she wanted to do earlier when they met here in this secret place. Only for her to sink back into the couch as Raya hovered over her, melting like butter to her touch.

As usual.

“Oof-…okay, fine.” Namaari laughed, “I’m sorry-“

Raya smirked, playing with Namaari’s shirt between them.

“You can touch me all you want when you take me on a date this weekend-“ she teased, “and when we have an actual bed and the privacy of a locked door.”

“I put a brick at the door-?” Namaari pointed out, both of them chuckling at the absurdity of the comment. As if a brick was going to stop someone from walking in on them or peaking in at the broken window, “I know- I’m teasing..” she soothed, leaning up to kiss Raya then, “I’d want you to actually enjoy it- not worry about if someone was about to walk in.”

Raya sighed, kissing her back.

“I know,” she husked, “I’m hard to resist…”

“Incredibly..” Namaari said back, falling right back into it.

This had been their usual for the past year. Coming here in private, seeing each other on the weekends. No one knew they were together, Raya of the Heart Society- their proclaimed leader,and Namaari who was the Leader of Fang Academy as appointed by her peers. Both of them falling in love sometime amidst all the fighting. The popular schools, run also by each of their parents, having a negative effect on even the community as it seemed everyone had taken a side. Branding the colors blue or white- thinking one was better than the other.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Raya and Namaari had shed those colors and left them at the door, wanting to be together despite their differing connections. Their love breaking through those differences and yet being the very reason why they still hid this love away. Knowing that if anyone found out, they’d be forced apart.

But next year? Next year they at least had the chance to leave this place behind. To be together without anyone around to question the sincerity of it or remind them of what they should be.

Enemies, rivals, anything but what they were. Which was lovers, girlfriends, someday maybe even wives to one another.

They had to make it through this year, then everything would be better.

Time went by far too quickly for them that afternoon. The streetlights came on when they left the shed, the night quickly growing darker- yet giving them some extra moments together as they walked up the alley to where they’d part at the street.

Raya first, then Namaari

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Raya asked, the both of them standing close just before the opening of the alley. Knowing and seeing no one around.

“Same time, same place.” Namaari assured her, kissing her one last time before they parted. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Raya sighed, happily, before leaving her side.

Namaari watched her go, wishing she could follow her, then turned towards home. Eager for tomorrow to hurry along and get here, so that she could be with Raya once again.

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As they left the alley, moving quickly through the night. Neither of them noticed a third shadow lurking down the path, spotting them, seeing what had happened before they left. Eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest at their shared kiss- the betrayal that rocked her to her core.

Her cousin-…with one of them.

Atitaya waited till they were out of sight before stepping out into the light of the street. She glanced one way, knowing she could easily approach her cousin and demand an explanation for what had just happened. Try to understand it, to make sense of how she could do this to not only her friends but her family!

A moment passed.

Then she moved.

Instead of following Namaari, she turned the opposite way- towards the leader of the Heart Society. A wicked idea forming as she followed after her.

(Continue???)

[synesindri]

Bestie I want to hear your thoughts today about adamnick

hehehehe yey <3 i'm about to talk too much

What made you ship it?

i just really fucking like the concept of vessels. i think it's so neat. i want to know so much about everybody who ever said yes and why they did that and what kind of experience they had and how they feel about it afterwards if they survived. i think they should be weird, i think they should feel barely human and have a hard time relating to people except each other anymore. nick is such a cornerstone for my understanding of vessels and angel-vessel dynamics and adam is such an interesting guy who has had so many things happen to him, and i was rotating them in my mind separately for a long time before eventually going "what if i rotated them in my mind together?" and now here we are.

i think i landed on them instead of nick/jimmy or whatever other options for a few reasons, one being that lucifer and michael are weird about each other so their temp vessels might as well also be weird about each other (albeit differently), another being that neither of them has living ties to the world anymore whereas jimmy does, and another being that the hints of their personalities seem compatible to me? like obviously we don't know a ton about either of them from canon (esp only s5 canon) but nick uses his two seconds of screen time to be DEEPLY sincere but also kind of an even-tempered sarcastic bitch, and adam uses his to be skeptical and cunty but also strongly motivated by a desire to be with the people who deserve his love and to do Right. those are similar enough that it made me feel like there could be some chemistry there that would manifest in, well, the dynamic i ended up giving them lol

as usual i'm on the fence about whether i ship them or if i don't ship them and just write about them fucking sometimes lol but i think what got me started on feeling like it is legitimately a ship to me (and not just two shells of guys who need to reconnect with their own bodies somehow) is that adam is dead but not anymore, and sarah is dead, and that's complicated. the mental image of adam lying in bed next to nick having a quiet flashback to being killed bloody in a way that is in some ways similar to how nick's wife was killed bloody did something to me. there is a lot of tension for adam about whether nick has room in his head to care about adam anymore after having loved and lost so spectacularly at least twice, and inevitably that becomes a question about "am i wife stand-in" — and my answer to that is generally, no, but kind of. and that's a bit ugly, but it's also hard not to think of it as shippy, when i consider it that way. What are your favorite things about the ship?

(this hinges on the fact that they are an extreme rarepair made up of characters i like a lot who have very little screen time who never met each other in canon so i can kind of do whatever i want 😂) i have an inexhaustible need to play with situations that are simultaneously grim, mundane, and gentle, and holy shit are they the perfect set of dudes to enact that. they're SO not the main characters; they get to make it up as they go or they can decide to just sit down on the ground and rot; it's all up to them; there's no pressure and they have no real reason to care about anything anymore, and yet.

(i also just. personally get a lot out of writing them. idk it's like...it's good for me to think about them as two facets of one being, not really understanding each other in a way that can always be put in words but that coordinate well, who hold each other up and help each other find little nice things to hold onto in a life that might feel aimless. good for my relationship with age as well, how people are different and the same at different ages) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i think my most unpopular opinion about them is that they are shippable 😂

[moonyslove78]

🕷️🕸️PART 2 OF CHAPTER 22 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT🕸️🕷️

Here's the rest of the reblog because I'm an obsessive bitch and have to add every single screenshot even though I said I wouldn't and now my first post has exceeded the image limit of 30. 😅😂

Yessss!!! I've anxiously awaited this moment from the beginning! Her "claiming" him as her's, is probably the most anticipated part for me. I was screaming the whole time, "YES! HONEY, GET YO' MAN!!" 🎉🙌🏼 As tears were streaming because I know what's coming next now. 😭 And such a powerful statement! "There is nothing on this Earth that I love more, and I'm not leaving you!" I've waited so long to hear her say this to him and it couldn't have been more perfect. Or come at a better time, to be honest! (if it were only sooner, but we're gonna work with it, they've been through some shit! 😅)

And following it up with this response from him just took me out! I started getting woozy when he added the "No matter what you hear, okay? I love you forever. No matter what." It was either the fact that those words from him to her did it, or knowing that that could only mean SOMEONE is about to get a little 'mean', I just hope that someone's on their way to bury me cause I've died a thousand times now and I'm gonna need some dirt to fill this hole with! 🪦

I gotta say I am SO glad you threw in the comic relief in this part, because had you not, I would have been broken into pieces. Even knowing he was just putting on a show to protect her, her reactions showed true to exactly what his cold remarks and standoffishness were doing to her. So these little anecdotes of humor threaded throughout made it so much easier to take in stride. And those above were just a FEW of my favorites (even though I think I included most all of them 😂👀) I also have to say hearing Peter use 'Tiger' may even be better than hearing Honey use it. Idk though, maybe I could get some of her calling him that, future for reference, later? 😂

Oh fuck... here it comes... I'll tell you, I'm not sure what I was expecting him to do or say when he inevitably cornered Honey, but I wasn't ready for that heartbreak that ensued. 😭💔

Whatever switch he flipped there when right before they barged in, was so fucking seamless! I really had a hard time pinpointing if Peter was even there half the time. Like he let that evil, menacing personality take over and that was that. And the way he was able to do this to her without batting an eye was incredible. It hurt.. a LOT... But it was bloooooody brilliant! And you write both sides of his personalities so beautifully. 😫 It's just unereal!

OUCH!!!!

Okay, THAT one hurt a LOTTTT!

But fuck, how he caught himself and fixed his mistake was priceless! 😂 If Honey hadn't have been so mortified by the fact that the assumption was made about her, I feel like she'd have found his quick wit in the moment to be fairly amusing. But, alas, that's not exactly how it went and now I wanted to scream, cry and throw up. 😭😭😭

👀👀👀

When I say I gasped! Damn Peter! 😲 He pulled no punches, that's for certain. And his response to George's reply... "Thank God. That woulda been so weird." 🤭

Ow, OW! OWWW!!! Okay, okay... I lied before! It wasn't the venmo comment, it was this! My heart was breaking for her! AND I KNEW HE WAS ACTING!!!

🤐🤐🤐

Nope, I'm not gonna say it... I'm keeping that one to myself, Peter!

I mean, I'd pay a fee to see him topless...🤭👀 Oh, wrong place, wrong time? My bad... 😅

Fuck! Now we got Matt tearing her down! 😐 If I wasn't so heartbroken, I may have had some comebacks I'd have loved to hear her say. But I'm too busy crying into my pillow over here! 😭

Though this was the best possible answer she could've given them, I really hope she wasn't actually feeling like that. Though in that moment, that's exactly how I'd have felt. 😭 I just want to hug her and hold her and cry with her and tell her it's going to be okay and that he didn't mean any of it! WHY DO I GET THIS WAY ABOUT FICTIONAL CHARACTERS?! 😭

Holy hell, I've reached the end of the 50 screenshots! 2 posts later, I have highlighted the entirety of chapter 22 as my favorite "moments" 😂😂 It's your writing, Liz! It does something to me that I cannot explain!

I honestly don't think I could possibly get through the other reblogs tonight for 23/Epilogue because my braincells are running on fumes and I don't want to get repetitive, especially for the finale! 😭🎉 So I'm gonna leave you with this tonight and work on those two tomorrow!

I just want to reiterate that I will literally follow you to the ends of the earth and back, if that's what it takes, to support your writing! Katie put everything so perfectly last night in her's, so I'm not going to verbally repeat everything. But just know, that you are so incredibly talented and an beautiful storyteller and writer. You're such an amazing person, who I have had the pleasure of getting to know and I am so grateful for that! And you're the reason I am able to call some of these incredible people, including yourself, my friends!

You deserve so much recognition for your talents and the work you do! And I hope that the new journey you're embarking on from here is successful and worth every bit of time and energy you've put into this! You've built a community around this series and it's incredible to be apart of and watch grow! And any success you have from this, you've earned already!

I love you tons and I can't wait to work on the last chapter(s) tomorrow and sob some more! I'm gonna need all the hugs I can get! 😭❤️

sugar and vice, pt. 22 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]

summary: no amount of money ever bought a second of time.

words: 6.9k

chapter warning: soft smut, characters pretending to be mean and therefore breaking your heart

series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. smut. Spicy situations. spousal / domestic abuse. family trauma. verbal abuse. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships. having happiness ripped away from you.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you weren't alive when Tobey Maguire was Spider-Man, maybe you should wait.

Part 22

A wise woman once told Peter that time was the key to the universe. She was so incredibly right.

Even so, Peter had a complicated relationship with time. He was always on the wrong side.

He had too much, or too little. He’d lose it. It would get away from him. It’d be just out of his reach, mocking him from the ivory tower of a future he would never have. 

The phrase ‘what if’ ticked away in his mind, like seconds on a clock. Like the broken hands of a clock face not too far from Roosevelt Island.

If he’d gone to bed an hour later, maybe he would’ve been awake enough to be able to save Ben and May from the gunfire.

If he’d gone into that convenience store a minute earlier or later, he would’ve never had the opportunity to try to be a hero.

If he had more time with Gwen…

If he had given her more of his time…

Time was the key to everything.

For someone who could crawl up walls and bend steel in his bare hands, he was rather powerless. What’s super about any of those party tricks compared to the power to control time? His estrangement with time left him weak and weary—no more than a street magician with cards up his sleeve.

But the night his Honey gave herself to him—for the first time in a long time—Peter felt superhuman.

He took his time with her. Washing the grime from her hair. Relishing her touch as she reached up to wash his back, and again as she ran gentle fingertips over his mending ribs. Long after their skin pruned, he held her beneath the roar of the shower, right next to his heart. 

Peter would’ve let the oceans run dry if it gave them more time to just be.

When they emerged, the sun was setting.

He counted heartbeats and freckles and dimples and breaths as they searched one another for injury. Patiently, they tended to each other’s wounds, but he didn’t waste too much time with his temporary discomfort. 

He’d live. In fact, he’d had worse. His natural healing abilities would take over eventually.

Until then, he could take his mind off his pain. And he was determined to do the same for her.

Peter focused his energy on stretching out each moment into an eternity, although that was hardly enough time to worship her how he wanted. He knew her so well already—or at least he thought he did— up until he noticed how her lower lip would twitch and fall agape as she reached orgasm. 

This discovery intrigued him. More research was needed. 

There were things about her body that only experimentation and practice could teach him, and the thought of unlocking more of her mysteries drove him wild. 

He wanted to study her. To become an expert in what made her gasp and quiver. A master of her body and heart, even as he became a willing slave to both. 

He wanted all of her, just as he’d said. 

To know her, wholly. 

Pleasure and pain. Joy and sorrow.

With a tender touch, Peter studied the scars of her past, stamped on her flesh like letters inked by a typewriter. He read each line, over and over, now committing to memory what he’d managed to miss because before he’d been in a hurry. Such a fool.

He followed the path of every bead of her sweat that served to punctuate the ecstasy of the present. Her soft sighs soothed him—crisp-sounding, like turning of pages in a book.

He should’ve taken his time to read her before, to really see her.

He wouldn’t repeat the mistake.

And so, ever the good student, he took his time. 

He wanted to know her by heart. He’d turned his bed into a seminary, where soon he’d be able to recite her like passages from a Bible.

Devotion like that takes time.

‘All a man has is time,’ Uncle Ben would say, ‘and what he chooses to do with it.’

Peter wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.

A thin sheen of cooled sweat coated his nude form as he stood at the foot of his bed. In reverent silence, he regarded the delicate woman softly dozing in his sheets. His gaze was content as he took in the peacefulness on her face. Her lashes hung heavy on her round cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. 

She was curled up, snuggled with her face in the pillow as she clutched the bedsheet around her like a teddy bear. The eerie glow of dusk illuminated the curves not concealed by the sheet. Hidden paths up her thighs lured his gaze, barely obscured by the Egyptian cotton threads of the bedding. Her tiny fingers cuddled the edges of the fabric. It had turned into a chaste vestal robe which concealed places his mouth had explored an hour ago.

Even in her sleep, she was saintly and seductive. It was endearing as much as it was enticing.

His soft gaze continued down the path of her body. The rest of him hardened. 

“I can feel you, you know,” she murmured against the pillow. “Creeping on me.”

The tips of his ears went red, eyes widening like a cartoon robber frozen in a giant spotlight clutching a money bag in his hand. She snorted with amusement as she peeked at him over the covers. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Peter chuckled in response, blushing.

“I’m not sleepy,” she lied. “Just resting my eyes.”

Both were exhausted. 

If they went at it again, it would count as Round 3 for him, and Round 5 for her. Maybe even 6. His regenerative abilities blessed him with seemingly endless stamina, but it was no match for the kind of day they’d had. 

The onslaught of damage, both physical and emotional, wore them down. Their activities wouldn’t have been possible if not for a mind-numbing wave of adrenaline-fueled lust that seized them. They were driven by the desperate need for compassion and comfort.

And yet, there he was: a caveman leering down at her with a boner. 

She twisted around, studying him with sparkling eyes. She reached out her hands in his direction, making grabby claws with her fingers. “M’not even tired. Lemme show you.” He snickered, watching her fight off a yawn that suggested the opposite.

Carefully, he crawled up from the foot of his bed to her side, pulling the sheets back to position himself behind her. He pulled her close until her back was up against his chest, skin-to-skin.

“Noooo,” she whined softly. “Gimme you.”

Peter couldn’t hold back his grin, although he shook his head. “You have me. What you need is some rest.”

“You’re the one who's ogling me in my sleep with a hard-on. Like a weirdo.”

His smile glowed in the darkness. “Can’t help it, Honey.” He leaned down over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Everything you do makes me hard.” He followed the statement with the evidence lined up against her lower back. His hands roved over her hips, greedily gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs. 

She hummed in satisfaction, making a noise that wasn’t helping either of them. He felt her body press even closer to his, rolling her hips. Peter couldn’t let out the erotic hiss gathering in his chest at the sensation of his shaft sliding between her cheeks.

He was losing control again. He propped himself up on one elbow with his hand keeping her hip still. “We... we should... sleep—you should sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep—”

“I don’t wanna.” Her head was turned upwards, glancing back at his winded expression. 

“But-but you... need to—”

She bent her neck and captured his lips with her own. She pulled away with a seductive pout. “I thought you knew what I needed.” 

Again, her mouth sweetly teased his, delicately coy, until she charged forward and conquered his kiss. For a few seconds (or... maybe a few minutes), he was the submissive one, as he succumbed to her desire. He remained helplessly complacent as her tongue toyed with his. It was only when he realized he’d lost track of the time that he pressed his fingertips to her chin and pulled away. 

It was one of the hardest challenges of his entire life.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pleaded, voice deep in his chest. His forehead kissed hers as he held his eyes closed.

She blinked up at him curiously as he nuzzled her nose. “Do you need a moment?” she said shyly, biting her lower lip.

His lashes fluttered open as he stared down at the Milky Way in her eyes. 

Strangely, he thought of the great sea explorers of the past. He pictured himself in Magellan’s place, standing at the helm of a carrack in the eerie darkness of the Pacific. He was adrift in a vast ocean of uncharted waters with no land in sight, nothing but the stars overhead to guide him. He clung to them desperately, fearful of the darkness outside of their hold, but awestruck by their wonder. It was like gazing at the gate of heaven. Being alone in the Universe, locked in an intimate moment with God herself.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmured curiously. The question wasn’t worried or rushed.

Peter observed her intently, memorizing the pattern of her freckles. “I need so much more than a moment,” he breathlessly replied. His eyes shimmered in the dim light. “I need to stop time.”

She blinked several times, pondering his response with an uncertainty that might have gutted him if she had let it go on too long. 

Thankfully, she answered with another passionate kiss, tilting her chin behind her shoulder. The air was swept from their lungs when she pulled away from his lips. “What about a lifetime?” she whispered. “What could you do with that?”

Affection warmed his eyes while passion ignited his stare. He didn’t hesitate further. The width of his hand cupped her jaw firmly, and he crashed his lips into hers. He breathed her into his lungs as he leaned over her, his cock resting heavily in the space behind her back.

She let her fingers card through his thick, brunette waves, playing with the damp ends that had curled up after the shower. Synchronizing her movements, she dragged her backside across his shaft and her nails through his scalp. He purred, twitching against her spine. 

His hand travelled down again, memorizing the feeling of each pore from her jaw to chest...to her stomach... across her pubic bone... and finally slipping into her dripping folds. A satisfied hmmm rumbled from his chest as he licked a spot beneath her ear. The warmth of his tongue, matched with the roughness of his fingers, made her quiver in his grasp.

She pulled her hand away from his scalp, urgently searching for his waist to pull his lower back into hers. As the gentle tease of his fingers formed into a languid massage, she bucked her hips impatiently, using the arm under her pillow to balance herself.

“So needy,” he muttered, tone sizzling. 

She mewled, her hand frantically searching for a place to land. It fluttered at his wrist, his bicep, his nape, then over to her chest, her breasts, and back to his hand again.

“Told you I’d take care of ya,” he whispered, bringing his other hand on the underside of her hip bone, replacing the outside one. “Just relax.” His other hand gripped her uncertain fingers, guiding them down to her breasts. He slowly squeezed each one of her mounds with his hand over hers, allowing his fingers to spin a wheel at her tender bud.

Intently, he watched as her eyes disappeared, rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it, baby, I gotcha.” His voice was dripping with dark chocolate. “Keep goin’ just like that.” 

It was an order, somehow delicate and firm.

It drifted into her ear like smoke from a wildfire and only added kerosine to the blaze in her belly. He reached down and lifted her outer thigh, forming a V with her legs. Opening up her core allowed his hand better access to her clit, while the other hand groped his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

“You need me to slow down?” he questioned, his mouth going dry from the panting. “Jus’say the word, and we can stop at any—”

“Don’t stop, Peter,” she cut him off impatiently, her voice lilting in desperation. There was no room for shame. “I need to feel you inside me.”

With a breathless gasp, he obliged her hunger and his own. He pushed the eager, leaking tip of his cock through her wet folds, perhaps a little more forcefully than he otherwise would have. He drank in her expression—the wince on her face, the flutter of her eyelashes, the pathetic whimper quickly melting into an erotic moan.

“S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothed. “M’gonna make it better.”

The grip of his fingers pushed dents into the meat of her thigh as he pried her open and rolled his hips into her heat.

“Doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his need overwhelming his senses. He pulled his hips back and drove them forward, slow enough for him to imbibe in her tremors. Her core fluttered over every inch. 

“Am I still a good girl?” she gasped with wide, wet eyes. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and cradled against his bicep.

“Yeah, you are, princess,” he practically growled. She could feel the reverberation of his voice in her heart. “You’re my good girl.”

He sealed his lips around her open-mouthed moan, greedily licking it up for himself.

Each second stretched to a millennium. That’s what he would wish for if the Devil himself offered him a trade. However, it wouldn’t take long for the Dark One to realize that he had been cheated. Peter’s soul belonged to someone else already. 

Until mountains erode into sand. That’s how long he wanted each kiss to last. 

“God, you feel so good, baby...”

When sequoias that pierce the sky tumble and decay into the soil, from which a new giant is born and completes its life cycle. That’s how long he wanted each of her sighs to last.

“M’gonna be good t’you, always...”

Until every tectonic plate wades to a new home atop a pool of lava, and the face of the Earth is unrecognizable.

“You’re so good to me, Pete... s-so good—”

Until all the glaciers have melted. At the end of the next Ice Age. 

—“...radio waves from Galaxy 0402+379, whose coordinates appear in the constellation Perseus,  featuring binary supermassive black holes with the least separation of any directly observed binaries, at a distance of approximately 23.88 Light-Years. Now, who can tell me what happens when these two objects reach singularity? Anyone? — Yes, Mr. Parker...”—

“Don’ever wanna lose you, Honey... Never, never...”

Until the end of the Milky Way’s last dance, as the curtain falls while it takes its sister Andromeda by the hand.

“Shhh, you won’t, baby. You won’t lose me. Just—ahh—stay with me...”

Each moment stretched out into eternity. Slow like molasses. Dripping like honey.

She was right. Time was the key to the whole universe.

And as Peter pushed her toward another summit, clutching her close as they tumbled over the peak together, they shared a sweat-coated sigh of relief. Both of them were finally sated, at least for now. At this moment, they were content drifting off to sleep in the cradle of each other’s embrace. 

He kept her body wrapped around his, her face buried into the crook of his neck. His hand weighed heavily across her back. Eyes closed, he listened intently to her familiar purr.

He knew it well. It was the one that would confirm she was asleep—the signal he would wait for to open his eyes and observe her beauty freely, without hinderance or shame.

“I love you,” he said. 

Always.

A vow. 

A hope.

A plea.

She woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the window panels. 

Grey light pushed on her eyelids, prying them apart, while cool air scratched at her back. She responded by folding herself tighter and burrowing her nose into a warm chest. She was still dreaming, she thought. The scent of cedar and cinnamon filled her airways as calloused hands tickled her back.

She was dreaming. And it was a beautiful dream. She refused to acknowledge the light, fighting off the waking world.

When she felt a gentle brush of fingers clearing a lock of her hair from her face, she found the courage to open her eyelids. Gazing fondly at her were a pair of doe eyes. The light of day reflected off their hue, but the facets were illuminated from within. 

Like candlelight. Like fire. Roasted chestnuts, caramel, chocolate, hazelnut, whiskey, brown sugar, and molasses. Warm amber, deep garnet, charred topaz, smokey quartz, bronze, brass, and gold. Earth and fire and water and the air that escaped her lungs.

And honey. Delectable, delicious honey. 

She found it all in his eyes.

“Morning,” he murmured, his throat thick from hibernation. A beaming smile burst through his lips, burning through clouds outside.

Her heart stuttered as she basked in its glow. “Morning.”

He glowed. Her friend. Her protector. Her lover.

They lay in silence, regarding one another with warm gazes and warmer hearts.

“How long’ve you been awake?” she said with a tired smile, leaning back into her pillow to get a better look at his face.

“Not sure,” he whispered, threading his fingers through her hand and placing it near his heart. The short distance between them at the present was as far away from her as he could stand. “I was jus' thinkin' about how long I've been asleep. Too long.”

She blinked at the awe in his expression, blushing as she realized he wasn’t referring to last night’s rest. Her eyes sparkled back at him, feeling a slight ache at the corners. They held several seconds of blessed silence, taking in each other in peace, until Peter rubbed the haze from his eyes.

“We outta get up,” he sighed. “Need to pack.”

“Pack?” she repeated. Her smile dimmed a bit, as the dark memories of the past couple of days crept back into her consciousness. “Where are we going?”

“You let me worry about that,” he said, though not unkind. He kissed the back of her hand tenderly. “All you need to know is that we’ll be safe. And Bella and your sisters will be waiting for us.”

Her eyes fluttered wide. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really.” Gazing at her fondly, Peter watched the relief wash over her until it brimmed at her lashes. “I’m jus’ goin’ over the details in my head,” he added thoughtfully. “Does your ma ever play the lottery?”

She smirked. “No.”

“Well,” he pondered, “she’ll be so surprised when she finds out she’s won a million dollars and another vacation getaway.”

A snort broke through her foolish grin. “Practically astonished. Won’t even bother to question it.” 

“She can come along as long as she doesn’t ask any questions,” Peter said delicately before giving it some thought. He added on a condition. “And she keeps her mouth shut.” More thinking. “And stays alone, in her own place, away from us and the girls.” His brow furrowed as he continued to ponder. “Maybe even on a different continent. I’m still fine-tuning the kinks in my plan.”

“Hmmmmm,” she grinned, leaning into another soft kiss. “Kinks.” 

Playfully, she brushed her tongue against his, stirring a deep groan from his chest. When he pulled back, he fixed her with a sultry gaze. “Careful...” he warned. “You might start somethin’ you’ll have to finish. Again. And again. And again—”

She giggled and leaned in for another kiss until they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The couple jumped, with Honey clutching the sheet to her chest.

“Pete!” they heard Felicia’s voice through the wall. “Open up! Or... close—whatever it is you’re in the middle of.”

Honey snapped her eyes to Peter, embarrassment flooding her expression. He grinned wide, amused by her flustered state. 

“Just a minute,” he called back as Honey pulled the sheets off the bed and dragged them with her. Alarmed, she scurried across the room with a shocked look. “C’mon,” he muttered at her with a jeering chuckle. “You didn’t think we were that quiet last night, did you?”

Scowling, she flipped him off and disappeared into his closet. Coming to a stand, he paused with one foot over the edge of the bed, his smile fading.

There were two heartbeats at his bedroom door.

“Hurry up, Peter,” Felicia repeated, a lack of levity in her tone. “We’ve got company.” 

In a blink, he had on a pair of sweatpants and was reaching for his phone. He pulled up a camera feed outside of his bedroom. 

Felicia stood with her arms crossed impatiently, tapping her fingers along her biceps. A familiar face waited beside her, wearing crimson-tinted sunglasses and clutching a white cane. 

Something sharp pulled at his chest, the brightness of his smile dimming. He glanced back at the closet doorway. 

“C’mon, Pete. We don’t have time!”

Peter frowned.

Of course they didn't. It was always out of his reach.

He wiped the self-pity off his face as he pulled open the door. He hadn't bothered with a shirt, facing them with a bare chest still striped with bruises. 

“Matt,” he stated, reading the grim look on the other man’s face. Peter didn’t need many words to confirm what he could already hear in his friends’ heartbeats.

“Sorry to wake you,” Matt stated tensely, “but we’ve got a problem.”

It took a minute for Honey to be brave enough to poke her head out of the closet. She was fully clothed, wearing a silk robe tied snugly around her waist, but her flushed cheeks telegraphed her embarrassment.

She expected smug and teasing expressions, if not from Matt, then definitely from Felicia. What she saw was the opposite.

“How much time?” Peter asked, brows furrowed and arms crossed tightly.

“Maybe a minute,” Matt answered. "Maybe less."

“Building’s surrounded,” Felicia added anxiously. “Cleaning crew just left. We haven’t had time to check the work.”

“They’re good at what they do,” Peter assured her. “It’ll be fine. We just need to put on our game faces, stay calm, and we’ll get through this—”

“They’re bringing an army down here, Pete,” Matt implored. “You need to be sure.”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn't be standing here,” he replied.

“You oughta be running,” Felicia said sharply, "preferably to LaGuardia."

“Leaving is a bad look,” Matt argued. “I cannot stress that enough.”

Felicia glared at him. “But you would recommend a trip to Ryker’s? I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer?”

“Cat. We need to deflect attention right now. Stay calm.”

“Where are we going?” Honey questioned, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot blade into butter. 

The conversation came to a screeching halt.

Eyes snapped in her direction, but she noted how Felicia immediately looked away. Even Matt turned his head; his nose pointed at the floor.

Peter was the only one who looked her in the eye. And when he did, it made her stomach twist. Despair filled his gaze.

He didn't need to say a word. She already felt faint. “Pe-Peter...?”

He dashed across the room, taking her face in his hands. As quick as the motion was, everything felt like it was moving too fast—need more time—and Honey couldn’t keep up. Like concrete weighed down her feet—what happened, what just happened, what’s happening—and the lights of an oncoming train blinded her. 

“Pe-Pe—But—-wh-wha—? What is he talking about whatdoesthatmean who’scominghere wha-what-whatdoesshemean—”

“Easy, easy,” he cooed. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, yeah? I’ve got it under control.”

Her voice shattered beneath a whisper, “Don’t lie to me, Peter!” 

He fell silent. Sorrow twisted his closed lips. Then, hesitantly, he explained, “The cops are here. They know about Walker.”

Honey gasped. And then she felt herself go numb.

“They were expecting him to check in this morning. And when he didn’t, somebody knew to come here.”

Tears flooded her vision with wretched memories riding them like a tidal wave. A python tangled itself around her lungs, constricting her breath. 

“Now, they’re gonna come in and make a big show,” Peter continued to explain, “but it’s very important that you stay calm, Honey. Don’t say a word. Don’t answer any questions. Just follow my lead.”

She was crying. Her mind was traveling through wormholes in time. She was hurdling untethered into a cosmos of what-ifs and should-have-dones. Doubt and terror filled her expression as her heart broke into pieces.

“Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to you, sweetheart. On my life, I swear it,” Peter softly declared. “You’re gonna be okay.” 

Honey blinked wet lashes up at him, still existing outside reality. “I... I’m... I’m not afraid.”

Peter went still, lips parting.

She stared at him with resolve, her voice turning to steel. “I don’t regret what I did. Even if I have to go to jail—”

“You’re not going to jail,” he promised, shutting down the idea.

“I’m not sorry that I killed him. I’d do it all over again, if I had to. He was a monster... and-and he needed to die. I’ll tell them—”

“Honey, you’re not going to jail,” Peter firmly repeated. “I am.”

She froze, her stomach and heart plunging. Her wet eyes went wide. “What?” Terror gripped her. “What!? What do you mean—”

Peter noted how she physically pulled back, like a cobra ready to fight to the death.

“Listen to me, listen, listen," he pleaded. "We don’t have a lot of time, so I need you to listen to me carefully, yeah?” Peter murmured, the sight of her tears twisting a knife in his chest. “It’s gonna be fine. They’ll take me in, but we can fight it. Nobody has to know what really happened, alright? All you gotta do is follow my lead—”

Now her mind was traveling elsewhere, plummeting down into hell.

She pictured Peter in handcuffs. In an orange jumpsuit. At his trial. For murder. Of a goddamn shitbag. A federal agent. Sentenced. To death.

She rapidly blinked as if doing so could clear the horrifying image from her vision. Instead, she kept shaking her head as the nightmare unfolded.

Her tongue wouldn't work right. “But-But—”

“You’re my brave girl,” he said with soft desperation. “Jus’ need ya to stay brave a little longer, alright?”

“You... you didn’t do—no, no, you can’t—”

“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he pleaded. “You, Bella, your sisters—you’re all gonna be okay. Just like I promised, alright? You just gotta go along with what I say. Whatever you hear, you gotta stay quiet, okay?”

“But...”

“No buts, you gotta trust me—”

“But... M’not—”

“I’m serious, Honey. I’m not playin’ around. Don’t fight with me on this—”

“I’m not letting them take you away from me!” she snapped, her voice breaking.

He went quiet as her fingers gripped him by the arms, nails digging into his flesh. She shook her head vehemently. In fact, her whole body was trembling like the facade of an avalanche. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared desperately up at Peter.

“You belong to me, too!" she said through sobs. "Okay? You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I’m not running away. There is nothing on this Earth that I love more, and I’m not leaving you!” 

Time stopped. 

Peter blinked at her, unsure if he actually heard what she just said. 

When he listened to her heart, it beat steadily. Drumming its truth. Each beat the tolling of a bell, ringing clear.

One moment stretched out into eternity.

Peter's eyes shimmered as he gazed down at her. His heart swelled beyond his chest, outside of the room, dwarfing the skyscrapers, eclipsing the sky.

Craning his neck, he touched his forehead to hers. He swore he could feel her devotion through her skin. He was empowered by it. Weakened by it.

Swallowing hard, he breathed her into his lungs.

Suddenly, they were alone in the room. In the city. On the planet. A shudder racked through her, a silent sob escaping her lips. “I... love you, Peter. I love you so much—”

“I know you do,” he nodded with a reassuring tone. Tears budded at his eyelids. “I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her jaw and pointed her gaze up at his. 

There she is, he thought. His light in the darkness. His hope. His Honey.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. 

She felt her pulse in her own throat as she gazed up at him with red eyes. He waited for a response. She sniffed and nodded, swallowing her panic back down. 

He smiled warmly. “Then I need you to remember that I love you,” he said. “And don’t ever forget it. No matter what you hear, okay? I love you forever. No matter what.”

Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall. Her stomach twisted helplessly at the sound. Peter pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. When they parted, he turned away from her. She watched his retreating form until she felt Felicia's fingers take her by the shoulders. Gently, the woman led her back away from bedroom entrance.

Honey watched him longingly as her arms ached to hold him. He kept his back to her, eyes fixed on the ground. 

“Police!” a shout boomed from the hallway. “Coming in!” Honey felt a scream bubbling in her throat, desperate to break free.

The door opened with a bang. 

Peter kept himself steady, casting his eyes downward as a herd of boots stampeded around him. In a blink, at least a dozen of NYPD’s finest filled the space, with pistols and rifles pointed at Peter. They barked orders, shouting over one another. 

He was motionless.

Honey’s eyes darted around to see the ridiculous show of force, more befitting of Michael Myers or Hannibal Lector.

Half of them wore traditional police uniforms and bulletproof vests, while the other half wore full body-armor and carried SWAT-style equipment. Her eyes narrowed in on the SHIELD patch on the arms of one of the officers, her stomach twisting into knots.

“Hands up!”

“Put your hands above your head!”

“This is absurd—you’re in my client’s private residence!”

“Hands where I can see them!” 

When Peter looked up at them, he was a different man. He looked surprised. His eyes glittered with amusement, and his mouth was crooked with a brash grin. Relaxed, he leaned back on his hands as casually as any visit, observing the intruders with a pompous smirk

“Mornin’, boys,” he said boldly. “Please tell me one of you brought donuts.”

“On your feet!” one of the SHIELD agents hissed. The man sporting dark stubble over his jawline and a military crew cut stepped forward and gripped Peter by the shoulder. With a yank, he hauled the half-naked man to his feet—or rather, Peter allowed himself to be manhandled into a standing position. 

“Hey, watch it!” Matt snapped. “You lay a finger on my client, and I’ll have your badge faster than you can say your overly complicated acronym.”

“Tell ya what, Murdock,” the dark-haired SHIELD agent glowered at him with a cruel smile. “If you see something, say something.”

“You hear that, Matty?” Peter snorted. “Small Dick Energy over here’s brought his big guns and blind jokes today... What’s ya name anyway, pal?” 

“Rumlow,” the SHIELD agent spat. “What’s it to you?”

“No big deal,” Peter shrugged. “I’m gonna wanna know which funeral home to send the flowers to, is’all.” 

Rumlow’s face turned red with rage, giving him a look that shot terror down Honey’s spine. Peter smirked haughtily as a different police officer turned him around and wrenched his wrists behind his back. 

“Ooh!” Peter hissed playfully, with a lascivious wiggle of his brows. “Easy, tiger. Gimme some time to recharge 'ere. I had a rough tumble last night—”

“It’s about to get rougher,” a husky voice called from the entrance. 

Honey turned to see George Stacy’s ominous form blocking the doorway. His eyes were even baggier than the last time she saw him. His stringy, graying red hair looked unwashed, and he wore a wrinkled white dress shirt under his Kevlar vest. Marching into the room, the man glared at Peter with narrow eyes that could melt steel.

“Georgie!” Peter called out with glee. “I thought I smelled bacon. Good to see ya, buddy!”

“Captain Stacy to you, asshole,” Rumlow bitterly remarked. 

“Oh, no, Georgie and I go waayy back—wait a sec....did you say ‘Captain?’” Peter questioned before turning to George in shock. “Really? Still? Ya mean they haven’t given you a promotion yet? That’s some bullshit right there—”

“Peter Parker,” George declared sharply, popping each ‘P,’ leering at him like a shark hunting a sea lion. “It’s with the utmost pleasure that I inform you that you’re under arrest.”

“I’m happy for you, Georgie,” Peter smirked. “Really am. You look like you could use some pleasure.”

“Captain Stacy,” Matt snarled, inserting himself between the two men, “I had a conversation with the Commissioner this morning. We agreed that Mr. Reilly was coming in of his own accord—”

“‘Ben Reilly’ can come on down whenever he wants,” George sneered disdainfully, pointing at Peter. “I’m here for him.” He flicked his eyes back to Matt, “If you wanna take something up with the Commissioner, go ahead. He’s downstairs.”

“That’s perfect—maybe we can all do a round of 20 Questions!” Peter grinned wide. “Anybody up for a game? Here. I’ll start:” He glanced over at George, lifting his chin proudly. “Never Have I Ever... been suspended from active duty for showin’ up to work three-sheets-to-the-wind and smellin’ like I bathed in a vat of Irish Whiskey.”

George chuckled mirthlessly, loathing in his eyes. “That’s funny. Always so clever.” His smile faded. “Make jokes all you want, Parker. They’re still gonna take it outta your ass at Ryker’s. If you even make it that far.”

The humor dimmed in Peter’s eyes, but his grin was infallible. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I know exactly how to tempt you,” George said through gritted teeth. He glanced across the room to the small woman hugging herself in a silk robe. “You.”

Honey’s glossy eyes went wide, stunned motionless as all eyes turned to her. “Me?” Her voice trembled pathetically, tongue fumbling. She was incapacitated by her fear as much as she was by her growing anger.

“You," Stacy grinned with a set of shark teeth. "You’re comin’ too. Cuff her.”

She flinched as a blue-shirted officer stepped towards her. 

“Wait. Who?” the cuffed man piped up.

They halted at the sound of Peter’s confusion. With a crooked brow, Peter leaned forward, bending at the waist. When Honey made eye contact with him, she was shocked to see him practically looking through her. His face went blank, eyes widening slightly.

“Oh,” he said, as if he’d found a stray cat on his front stoop, or a slightly-interesting ad in his mailbox. “Hi, there.” Awkwardly, he smiled at her, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Uh...” He blew out an exaggerated exhale, utter shock on his face. “You!”

A crease formed between her eyes as she stared back. The crowd of officers glanced between them with growing confusion. 

Peter eyed her with a blush, embarrassed. Sheepishly, he blurted out, “Eh. I gotta level with you. I didn’t know you were still here.” 

A hitch formed in her throat as she blinked at him, her face looking as if he’d slapped her. By contrast, besides the slight discomfort of being caught off guard, he appeared apathetic. Like she was a total stranger.

“Um, look,” he said, scrunching his face like he was about to rip off a bandaid. “I... uh, usually this isn’t my style, but... M’kinda in the middle’a somethin’. So... if you could grab a cab home, that’d be great.” 

Her stomach twisted.

Peter fixed her with an apologetic grin that was half-cringe, as if he was still attempting some level of charm without any kind of real remorse. 

“Just hit me up on Venmo,” he added, as if their relationship was some transaction. Like selling an old couch on Craigslist. He suddenly looked alarmed, glancing at the officers around him, then added, “For the cab fare! Not the... y’know, anything we did last night.”

Mortification hit her like a truck. He simply wrinkled his nose and shrugged, then glanced away. He didn’t look back.

Honey wanted to vomit. She lacked the air in her lungs to respond in words. Instead, she responded with a brokenhearted, glazed-over expression of shock and horror.

“Bullshit,” Captain Stacy said, eyes narrowed between Peter and his mistress. “Don’t play games with me, Parker. I know who she is.”

Peter blinked at his estranged father-in-law, completely daft. “Really?” He glanced back in her direction, avoiding her eyes, then to George again. “Wait. She’s not your daughter, is she?!”

“No!” the man replied, his face turning red.

Peter sighed. “Thank God. That woulda been so weird.”  

“Don’t bullshit me, Parker!” the police captain growled. “This woman is just as culpable as you are!”

“Really, Captain Stacy,” Matt added, skeptically. Doubt was slowly overtaking the room. “You can’t honestly believe that this, uh... um—” The lawyer cleared his throat, “—Mr. Reilly’s guest—is somehow useful to your case?” He scoffed with a laugh. “Or that she’s of any kind of consequence to my client at all?”

George pointed at the woman, who looked humiliated and near tears. “This woman is a witness, at the very least!” he barked. “She’s his girlfriend! His ‘Honey.’”

The way Peter raised one of his brows was almost comical, if it wasn’t so cruel. Incredulously, he glanced over at the devastated woman and snorted.

He looked back at George incredulously. “Seriously?” he scoffed. “Do you have any idea how many ‘Honeys’ I go through each month?”

The wince that followed could be felt throughout the whole room. Even strangers averted their eyes. 

The mob boss laughed cruelly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great lay with a cute face. But that’s it.” 

A vein popped out of George’s forehead. The surrounding officers avoided eye contact, the situation becoming uncomfortable for everyone in the room. “This woman is practically an accomplice!” he bellowed, raising his voice loud enough to echo into the hall.

Peter gazed at him like he had two heads. “Accomplice?” He raised a brow. “You’re losin’ it, pops. I don’t even know her name.”

The pain was so sharp, she flinched. Like a stab to the back, or punch to the gut. A slap in the face. Her stomach lurched. Eyes blurred. She wanted to scream and vomit and die.

And still, she wanted Peter to look at her. To give her some kind of indication that this was all just a ruse.

Instead, he kept George fixed in his gaze, watching the sweat bead on the police captain's forehead as his outrage flared.

“‘Sides,” Peter taunted, licking his lips like a dog. “You know my type.”

The man’s eyes shot back to Peter, flashing red.

“That reminds me,” the mob boss grinned, a lewd twinkle in his eye. “How’s Helen?”

At the mention of his wife, George’s face dropped. His eyes went wide, the color vanishing instantly. The grown man lunged across the room with a growl. His hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck in the blink of an eye, practically tackling the cuffed criminal to the ground.

A ruckus of shouting, grabbing, and grunting broke out as George’s colleagues physically restrained him from continuing to choke Peter. 

The melee suddenly came to a halt when an authoritative male voice shouted out from the doorway, “What the hell’s going on here?”

The humorless tone snapped the whole group into order. The doorway was shadowed by the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man with dusty blonde hair wearing a tailored suit. He was older, possibly in his 70s, and judging by the way the officers tensed up as he strode into the room, he outranked them. 

“Anybody want to tell me what the problem is?” the man ordered, keeping his tone soft.

“Well, I’m missing a shirt, for one,” Peter complained. “And if you plan on takin’ my picture, I gotta tell ya, I don’t go topless. Least not for free.”

Matt spun towards the authoritative presence, infuriated. “Commissioner Pierce,” he greeted him firmly, with a faint tone of relief. “Your officer just attacked my client while he was restrained in handcuffs. Respectfully, I request that he be removed immediately from the premises.”

The Commissioner’s eyes roved from Murdock to George Stacy, who was still panting wildly, hair disheveled, and shirt askew.

“Captain Stacy, you’re dismissed,” the man declared. Just like that, it was over. Not even the SHIELD agents attempted to argue. George opened his mouth to protest, but Pierce silenced his rebuttal. “That is all,” he said calmly.

George snapped his mouth closed, stunned at the turn of events. He gulped down rage, and jerked himself free of his fellow officers’ grip. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. 

Now Pierce was in charge.

He gazed over at Peter, staring at the lanky man past the end of his nose. Pierce looked as if he was sizing him up. His eyes were cold and impersonal, like judging a cut of meat. Defiantly, Peter glared right back.

Matt stepped in, more sensitive to the man’s authority than Peter. “Commissioner Pierce, I appreciate you sharing my concern for a conflict-free investigation—”

“No need for posturing, Mr. Murdock,” he answered. There was a sophisticated nature to Alexander Pierce that the others were incapable of. “We can make this quick and easy. Your client’s coming with us. Gentleman, please, kindly escort Mr. Reilly from the room.”

“So... no shirt then?” Peter remarked, before being 'pulled' along by the beat cops at his sides. The other officers moved with him, filing out behind him. “Forget my lawyer!” the mob boss called back from the hallway. “You’re gonna hear from my agent!”

Pierce scanned the room like a shark through water, landing on the small, mortified woman in the back. Honey looked up to see Pierce’s eyes narrowed in on her. Matt remained close, and deep down, she knew it wasn't for her support. The tall man approached her, studying her intently. 

“So that just leaves you, then,” Pierce said. “Mr. Murdock, do you represent this young lady, too?”

Eyes glistening, she swallowed hard, focused on keeping the bile from crawling up her throat. 

“No, sir,” Matt stated, mouth twisted with a smirk. “In fact, I don't have a clue who she is. I’m pretty sure you could question every person in this house—you’d get the same answer.”

With a firm jaw, Pierce said to her, “Who are you?”

Fawn-like, she stared up at him, blinking wet lashes. “I... I’m....” Her mouth fumbled before forming the correct words. 

“I just make coffee.”

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Personally, I think it is a crime that not more people have requested Oberyn Martell fics from you because the way you write him is just perfect! So that is what I am here for. Your resident Filth Peddler to the rescue 💖💜

Could I pretty please request a (nsfw) fic in which male!reader is one of the people that Oberyn has selected in That Scene™ to join him in his bed? Can be the other servant like it is in the scene or one of the people lined up for him to choose from, idk, my kink is showing.

I don't really have any specifics for what he does with reader, but top!oberyn would be superb and him being the same playful, seductive lil shit he is in canon. Taking poor nervous reader and making him forget all about that there was anything to be nervous about and just making him feel good while pleasing Oberyn ofc. Yeah idk man, i hope this is good enough of a request 😂🤭💜

Feeling Good | Oberyn Martell x Male!Prostitute!Reader | NSFT

You're too kind, gosh, thank you! <3 This totally ran away from me, how dare you send me such great, filthy requests! /lh But seriously, thank you so much for this! I really hope you enjoy it, my darling. :) <3

summary; See above.

notes; NSFT; PWP; Male!Reader; Reader is a Sex Worker; Shyness; Nervousness; Making Out; Groping; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Handjob; Orgasms; Biting; Mild Praise Kink.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

By then, you should have probably been used to it already – those wandering, exploring touches and eyes, raking over your body to assess if you were to the client’s liking or not. But even after months of being in service, there were still some people, whose scrutiny made you utterly nervous. Prince Oberyn Martell was one of those.

Suppressing a shiver, you twitched a little when his right hand caressed your bottom and squeezed your left cheek. The prince chuckled softly, throatily and told your boss that you were the one. Excitement and pride spread through your body, making you feel a bit dizzy as you tried not to grin. Despite your nervousness, it just felt good to know you were to the prince’s liking. At the same time, it also put a lot of pressure on you. You absolutely had to perform well and be at your best. If someone like him wasn’t satisfied and pleased with your performance, it wouldn’t bode well for business, after all.

“Come to bed with me, then,” Prince Oberyn said to you, gently steering you towards the king-size bed with a hand on your back, between your shoulders. “Tell me, is there anything that you absolutely do not like, something I should avoid doing?”

That question certainly caught you off-guard. Nobody has ever asked you this before. You were only here for the client’s pleasure, what you wanted didn’t matter. You weren’t supposed to have any limits – even if you truly had any, you weren’t allowed to tell. So, you responded with a small, anxious smile on your lips, “No, Prince Oberyn. You may do whatever you want. I’m merely here for your own pleasure.”

Oberyn nodded, “All right, then.” He smiled at you, so charmingly that your breath stuttered. Usually, men liked to act all suave and then take you by surprise with how cruel and dirty they really were; and so you could detect by then whether or not this façade was actually real. Prince Oberyn’s charm was certainly not an act. It eased your mind a little.

Once the prince has lain down on the blue silk sheets that covered the mattress, you got on the bed as well, kneeling close to him and waiting for his orders. It was always a lot safer not to push your clients if they seemed to be fully in charge and Prince Oberyn especially seemed to hold the reigns in his beautiful hands.

“Don’t be shy, boy. Lay with me. We’ve got quite some time and I’d like to use it well, instead of rushing things, yes?” Oberyn spoke huskily, smirking at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

Completely entranced by the prince, you nodded and followed his order as you scooted over a little and cautiously lay back, looking at him all the while. You were a little overwhelmed, unused to a client not making advances right away, and so you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

“Good boy,” Prince Oberyn praised softly, which made you shiver a little – you really liked being praised and by the looks of it, he’s noticed as he grinned at you almost mischievously.

Then, he wound his arms around you, drawing you close to him and kissed you on the lips. It was gentle, almost chaste, but that didn’t last very long. Once you’ve returned the kiss, he became more passionate, licking into your willing, open mouth to explore it with his tongue. Moaning, you held onto his still clothed chest when he heaved you on top of him. You situated your legs almost automatically, so that you straddled his lap, your naked bottom was right on top of his half-hard cock, which you could feel through the soft fabric of his pants.

Prince Oberyn’s hands roamed over your bare body, caressing your arms, then your back, grazing his nails over it and making you shiver as you let out a quiet little moan that he swallowed down. Then, both of his hands came to rest on your buttocks, a gentle, warm pressure on your skin, while not doing anything but to lazily fuck your mouth with his tongue. It left you wanting.

Breathless and panting, you two eventually broke apart, foreheads pressed together as you breathed each other’s air. It was incredibly intimate and made you feel a little out of place as your nervousness came back in full force with it.

“I’d like to fuck you,” the prince stated, his spit-slick, swollen lips quirked up in a small smirk.

For the first time since you’ve started working like this, you actually felt excited about it. You wanted to feel him inside of you.

“Of course, my prince,” you responded hoarsely and leaned back, lifting your hips a little to not put your entire weight on Oberyn’s groin. “I’ve already been prepared, so it shall not take much to get you inside me,” you added more shyly, feeling the way your cheeks must have turned pink with how hot they seemed to you.

The prince nodded and gently patted your hip to make you move off of him. Once you knelt beside him once more, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden cold you felt, after you’d been enveloped by his body warmth; especially on your most sensitive areas.

Then, he got up and made quick work of undressing himself. You allowed yourself to watch him as he did, which he obviously didn’t mind, judging by his self-satisfied smirk. Once he was naked, he retrieved the oil and thoroughly slicked up his hard cock and his right hand’s fingers.

“Put a pillow under your hips and lay on your back,” he ordered and you immediately obeyed, wiggling around to get comfortable and spreading your legs as wide as they would go. “Good boy.”

Normally, clients didn’t want you on your back, but rather your knees, so this was something you were quite unused to again; and so you couldn’t help but feel rather exposed with your hard cock on display like that and your legs spread so wide.

“You’re very beautiful,” Oberyn complimented you, making your face feel far hotter than it already has before. “Blushing so nicely for me. I have to admit, I quite like boys like you. So shy and sweet. But there’s nothing to be embarrassed for, all right? No need to be nervous,” he continued speaking, his voice so deep and husky.

No matter how much you might have wanted to reply, you couldn’t get a word out. Your mind was blank and your throat felt so tight. Instead, you tried to shoot him a sincere smile and nodded, showing him that you’ve heard and understood him at least.

Then, Oberyn kneeled between your legs and gently circled his oiled fingers around your rim, waiting until you’ve relaxed enough, so he could push his index finger in easily. Since you’d already been prepared, he could add a second finger almost immediately and the third one came soon after, pumping in and out of you to stretch and lubricate you. When he must have felt like it was enough, he removed his fingers, giving you a moment to breathe as he just smiled at you, while you were looking back at him with a slack mouth and wanton moans continuing to leave your lips.

“So pretty for me,” Prince Oberyn murmured. “Are you ready to take me?”

Quickly and enthusiastically, you nodded, “Y-yes, my prince. Please!”

Chuckling softly, Oberyn leaned over and kissed you passionately, but very shortly. Then, he positioned his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you, making you both moan in unison. Once he was buried balls deep, he gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you all the while, licking over your lips and sucking on your tongue as you groaned.

Soon after, he started thrusting in and out of you rhythmically, starting slow, but deep and powerful, until he set a brutal pace that made your hands fly to his back to hold on as the entire bed shook with his efforts. Forgetting what you were even nervous about before, you moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you arched your back, pressing your chest against Oberyn’s.

“Oh, yes- You’re perfect, my dear. Such a good, ah, boy for me,” Prince Oberyn groaned, holding onto your hip with his left hand in a bruising grip as he used his right one to engulf your cock in it. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

With that, he started to only aim for your prostate anymore, driving you positively insane with how intense it all was, while he also stroked your cock in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Eventually, your orgasm came crashing down on you, ripping through your body as you convulsed with it, practically screaming while you painted your abdomen with your own seed. Only a few thrusts later, Prince Oberyn bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, buried deep in your ass.

After a few more moments, he let up and pulled out of you, lying down beside you with a satisfied grin and a little blood on his lips.

Panting, you blearily looked over at him, smiling slightly, albeit a little dazed.

“I apologise for biting you. I wasn’t thinking,” Oberyn said as his eyes wandered over to your shoulder he’s bitten.

“No worries, my prince. It happens,” you responded, giggling softly – you really couldn’t have cared less; especially since it felt so good.

“You were absolutely wonderful. Thank you for your service,” he continued, then; and once more, you couldn’t believe that he chose you and treated you so incredibly well, too.

“Anytime, my prince. I-,” you paused, unsure if it would be appropriate or not, but deciding to take the risk after all, “I really enjoyed myself. Thank you.”

“Good. I’ll be sure to seek you out again before I leave King’s Landing.”

“Wow, that- That’s very much appreciated. I’d like that a lot, Prince Oberyn,” you responded, a little dumb-founded as you smiled back at him.

“I will see you, then.”

With that, he got up and out of bed, dressed quickly and left the chambers you had used, leaving you fucked out of your mind and charmed beyond belief.

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So this is how it started…..

And I REALLY was like, doing my homework with this chapter

And clearly couldn’t keep up with the deep analysis, chp 8 got better and better (as expected 🥹)and.. ok I’ll proceed to rant whatever thought is left on my MESSED UP BRAIN… ok they were bonding and taking care of eo meals SO AWKWARDLY??? Lmao like ok here’s some coffee and some gross sweet shit, idk eat it if y want idc *proceeds to drop it and walking away* also AB written on the cup my god you’re a fucking genius ily so much jajajajajjjjajajajajajaajj

And pls I love how she’s so confused about him and instead of unpack her thoughts with the BEST BSF JIMINIE MY BELOVED she’s like “ok imma go fuck him,yeah that’ll make everything more clear (no judging her tho like WHO WOULDNT ITS FUCKING MIN YOONGI)

“Is this a booty call” I KNEW HE’D BE THE ONE TO SAY THAT pls he’s so annoying!!!! and hot!

And ofc… they’re bonding in the best way: ✨trauma✨ but seriously I loved the way they skipped unnecessary and cliché comfort words, just listening eo🥹💜 (and OMG the whiskey scene from the vliveeee I’m a psychic like jiminie lol)

The smooooth “want a tour?” just to end up in his bedroom 😏

But it was the first time they took their time 😭😭😭 the first time seeing eo naked😭😭 THEY FINALLY KISSED !!!!!! These bitches were starving!!

“You’re not the only one with great head game” 🆘🆘 helppp🚨police‼️🚨🚨 him making her squirrrttttt 😫🤯and I’m going to stop with the smut scenes bc if I’m going to say what I liked I might as well re-write the entire scene, so I’ll just say that I came the hardest ever and had to take some time bc I was FED yes in red bc I don’t know how to emphasize how good your smut is you’re a goddess 😫❤️‍🔥 and what is it with you and showers scenes??? Why/how are they so good and soft and hot at the same time 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

They being awkward the next few days? Mhmm nothing new GROW UP MORONS but also don’t?? I’m enjoying the drama what can I say🤭

AS FOR MY BABY STAR CANDY🥺THE AUDACITY😠 I’ll expect an apology with tears and lots of banana milks😤😤 come here baby I’ll cuddle you while playing with your piercings, run my hands trough your beautiful hair and show you the funniest tiktoks🥺💜🫂 I mean I understand her bc she’s so fucking confused and so fucking paranoid! But In love with her or not he’s just looking out for her, ffs why the fuck she went so hard on him😫😫 but I’ll trust the process🥺

Wheeeeewwwwww This didn’t feel like 15k at alllll it was so good that I read it in a heartbeat 😂 I think this is my fav chapter so far!! Idek how to end this review but just know that you blew my mind again and I love you M💜 you’re amazing!!!!!! Te amo bebé can’t wait to see what the future hold for these two 😍

sfkjdglsdfgjslg I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT 🥺 it's my fault that this chapter was a million years long and i decided to shove pivotal moments in every 2 seconds like i cannot IMAGINE anyone trying to comment on every single thing 🤣 we'd be here all day!!!!

NOT YOU ROASTING THEM FOR BONDING AWKWARDLY LMAOOOOOO listen 🥴 it's their first time being nice they don't know how to do this shit!!!! like uhhhhh here have some food guess i don't hate you all the time alright gotta go 🏃‍♀️ and yessss the AB on the cup!!!! i just had to stick a little callback in there (what am i talking about i stuck so many callbacks in this chapter for no reason sdkfjsldf)

she's such a dummy it's true 🤦‍♀️ your bestie who has been telling you this shit over and over is RIGHT THERE and instead you're???? gonna fuck your feelings away????? ma'am??????? and ofc yoongi had to call her out on it 😏

sdfkfhdgjd YOU ARE PSYCHIC THO !!! you literally sent me that ask the day i drafted that whiskey and trauma bonding scene and i was like 👀 SHE HAS NO IDEA..... 🤭

LMAO THEY RLY WERE STARVING.... my god...... fucking in a private place in a bed for once, can you even believe 😩 and LOL NOT THE HIGHEST FORM OF PRAISE 🙇‍♀️ i had sooooo much fun writing this smut and letting these two dummies finally be a SMIDGE intimate 🫠 also wow now that i think of it i have literally written 3 shower moments in a row lately am i ??? okay ???? what's going on with me

and of course the piss poor communication strikes again.... both between yoongi and reader and with 😭 baby goth 😭 dog dad 😭 didn't deserve this.....

i really really appreciate you calling out reader's state of mind and taking that into consideration tho 💜 i see a lot of people SUPER angry about how she handled it (which, FINE!!! she did it BAD! REAL BAD!) but at the same time - she is not doing well y'all 🤣 that adrenaline rush of thinking she's getting caught is REAL, and she's swimming in her own denial (and i would argue, so was jk 🤭) and a whole lot of hurt/weird yoongi feelings sooooo yes. she fucked up and went aggro on him 😭 but i promise they're gonna work it out ❤️‍🩹

omggggg the favorite chapter so far?!?!?! gahhhh what an honor 🙇‍♀️ i was super scared about posting bc 1. this chapter is fucking THICC lol and 2. it's got so much to it! so many changes!! shit is ramping UP!!!! so it means so much to know you really enjoyed it 🥺 eeeee i love you so much jaz i'm so glad you're enjoying this wild ride!!! GRAMMYS ARE NEXT HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOO 💜