#idk ill work it out later or ignore it

[organichotchoco]

grahhhh @beluvbug s POGD AU makes me want to. air out my own weird ass gender/identity shits with self indulgent mlp AUs...... but. either lyra/changlingbon vause like. Lyra and xir wanting to be human with every odd mannerism... Bonbon not knowing who she is in her past seasons, trying on whatever voice could fit.... the. underlying struggle of likes. feeling inhumans... and the . Gender ™️ of it all likes. Lyra seeing the widith of human gender expression and wondering where xie belongs on there. Bonbon trying female voices masc voices any voices trying to find one thats really like. hers idk but. they are. something to me fr

[torchickentacos]

[creepy-scrawl]

My gf begged me to be on FB and I went there for a week and I felt so 🤡🤡🤡🤡 bc her main argument is that she misses me so much and "that is a way to interact in our day to day" but I'm there w no one to talk to and she is not even there. It just made me feel so stupid and even sadder bc I feel so alone in my relationship.

[kirishwima]

yup. im gonna quit

[waywardsalt]

i. get the vibe that the more mainstream zelda fans are allergic to the idea of liking characters who like. do bad things

[vaugarde]

girl help im thinking of a major oc rehaul again

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

🧐

[iiwaijime]

endgame: ew, romance

mlist.

you groan, chucking your phone away from you. no matter what, you will find a way to get out of this project. because there's no way you'll be working with toge inumaki of all people. you can see how it's gonna go already, with you having to do all the work and him taking the credit for it. you've seen how it is, he rarely submits homework, and when it's does, it's only because it makes up a part of his perfect grade.

you roll off the bed, stretching with a groan before opening your laptop. you're still on the floor in your pjs, face unwashed, but this is too important. your fingers practically fly over the keyboard as you type the email to your teacher. it's a simple one–you don't mince your words, telling them exactly what you want: another person to do the project with.

you press send, lying down on the floor with your eyes fixed on the ceiling. that is, until a notification pops up almost immediately. you shoot up again, checking your laptop. to your surprise, it's your teacher. you open the email as fast as you can, but your face falls as soon as you read the text. you can't change it, or you'll end up losing 80% of your grade–part of the project is being able to cooperate with whoever you've been assigned, whether they're inside or out of your comfort zone.

shit. fuck. shit. what the fuck are you supposed to do now? you get up numbly to go to the bathroom. unfortunately, it's on the other side of the expensive house that gojo’s rented — bought? — for the four of you. you pull on a hoodie over your pjs, mentally preparing yourself for the people you might meet outside. as soon as you open the door, nobara screams.

“shit, you're alive?” maki grins up at you lazily from where she's sprawled out on the floor, head on nobara’s lap. you don't answer, crossing your arms defensively. she sits up, fingers still laced with nobara’s. you cringe at the sight of romance. “you're gonna do the project right?”

“no?” it comes out more like a question, and you're unsure of how true the statement is, too.

“gimme your phone,” demands maki. although rather confused, you obey quietly, watching her save a new contract there. she hands it back to you when she's done, smiling. “if you do want to do the project later.”

you roll your eyes, but all three of you know that this grade matters too much to you — once a little kid in a small town in the middle of nowhere, with dreams too big to be real. and now you're so close to achieving them. so, so close. you nod at her, forcing a smile in thanks, before making your way to the bathroom.

woo go maki shes like fuck it ill do it myself

ignore the timings idk wtf is going on there kthx

good luck babe is soooo aeugh good omg

tags are open !

likes n rbs r appreciated <3

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[fruity-fruition]

My thoughts on Tenma Parents!

I am the Tenma parents' number #1 defender in a way. I still think they fucked up Tsukasa, but not intentionally.

(fyi, Tsukasa is definitely a mama's boy and I don't accept criticism. Saki's on the contrary)

I think Tsukasa's parents loved both him and Saki equally, unlimitedly, and wholeheartedly. The sad reality is that life handed the entire family a shitty deck of cards. And while love is unlimited, time and attention isn't.

They try their best, they genuinely do, but it's difficult juggling their job AND an ill child AND another child.

Due to Saki's (uncontrollable!! Remember!!) condition, one of the parents has to be with her nearly at all times and the other one has to work for the additional hospital bills (since the government can't cover some surgeries or procedures. Idk how it works in Japan but)

They try to be there for Saki and Tsukasa a lot but they do notice growing concerns abt both of them.

Saki's getting quiet, nearly bursting into tears every time Tsukasa or any of them leaves the hospital room. She clings on to people a lot to the point of where it hurts.

Tsukasa's getting quiet too. He thinks they don't notice, since he's trying to act upbeat and cheery in front of Saki to cheer her up, but they can't ignore... that. Whatever is happening to him.

They both don't know what to do.

Despite their best efforts, Tsukasa was still left home alone most of his late childhood and early teens.

They don't have favourites, but after a while, they can't say they know their son anymore. They saw him grow up without them, and it's the most heartbreaking thing to not be there.

--

They had to miss his middle school graduation. They tried to take time off work, but neither of them got off fast enough to reach the ceremony. Both only saw him that day at the hospital.

But Tsukasa lied. Lied to Saki's face, because he didn't want to upset her.

Tsukasa's mom: "Sweetheart, we're so sorry-"

Tsukasa: "-that you had to leave the ceremony early? It's okay!"

Their parents look at him confused because the issue is that they weren't even there. But Tsukasa gave them eyes, begging them to play along.

Tsukasa's mom: "...yeah. y-yeah, work called in and we really couldn't avoid it much longer"

Tsukasa lets out a sigh of relief before nodding and smiling "really! It's okay!"

When leaving Saki's ward, his mom asked him why he lied, and he just looked at her and shook his head.

Tsukasa: "...Saki does this thing, where she blames herself for stuff she can't control. I-I don't know how I know it, but I'm sure she'll do the same if she found out you weren't there. I don't want to see her doing that."

Outside, his mom pulls him into a hug, whispering apology after apology as she holds him. He kept insisting, it's fine! Really! He's a future star, with loads of celebration to come! Who cares if they missed one?

His mom looks at him, with genuine sadness, and asks him to be honest with her. Is he upset?

She noticed him froze, before shaking his head.

Tsukasa: "Not at all, mom! I understand why you both couldn't make it"

Tsukasa's mom: "...You can understand and still be upset. You're allowed to be"

But despite her best efforts to make her son open up, he still shakes his head and tells her it's alright.

She thinks he doesn't know that she knows. She knows that he wants them to worry less about him, which made them worry more.

--

She learned from Saki that Tsukasa doesn't have a lot of friends. He never mentions it a lot to Saki, but every time Saki asks him if he'd be hanging out with people, he just looks at her confused.

Tsukasa: "Why would I hang out with other people when I have the most incredible sister in the world!"

When he started to open up to her again, later in the future, when everything had settled down and life was beginning to move steady, she'll learn that his classmates think he's overbearing.

He wasn't getting bullied, nor was he actually disliked. But in terms of friends? They think he's a bit too loud, too tiring to deal with. Some even think he's a bit too selfish.

She would argue about that final point with her life. Because if anything, she wishes Tsukasa thought of himself more.

--

They learned more about him when he was 17. They learned about his friends, his troupe, his work, and how close he's gotten towards achieving his dreams. They're so unbelievably proud of him. He's grown into such an incredible person.

They just wished they could've taken the credit.

--

They loved their children equally. Even when Toya was pulled into the frame and they unknowingly gained a third, they loved him all the same.

But there's a difference in loving and knowing, because their son felt far more distant to them than their daughter. And they're trying their absolute best to fix that rift before it's too late

--

Both Tsukasa and Saki suffered majorly in their life, both in vastly different ways. But in terms of parents, I think Tsukasa got the short end. But not intentionally, y'know? It's like. Accidental child neglect.

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 5 -> WIP

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn.

a/n: hehehhehehe finally new update :3 got rid of the rude reader tw cuz reader is gonna be annoyed at the world at best angry at worst plus i dont think ive been writing them rudely so also forgive me if the writing pov changes weirdly idk i have a hard time staying focused and consistent ill try better

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv  @kaoyamamegami

What the hell was this place.

It seems all they did was stare at you and when you would clearly get sick of the mumbles and looks you'd splash them and they'd fucking laugh.

They were weird and the Gaz guy was weirder.

You found later his name was actually Kyle and he meant to clarify earlier.

But you found the silly nickname funny.

But this wasn't fun.

Being propped up on a large mat next to the side of the pool the leather felt uncomfortable under you, You also felt way too exposed as a few humans looked over your stitches and wrappings.

It felt weird there hands weren't rough but no one besides a few have touched you like this they were talking about something you'd care less to pay attention too.

As they examined you, Gaz kept trying to pull your attention away from the other humans.

Oh?

Was he jealous?.

Humans are so fickle it's funny.

-

Christ.

Even working with merfolk in the past Gaz still never got used to the bigger ones like you.

Scarface as you've been suitably nicknamed for the moment been alright and cooperative so far no biting or thrashing.

He'd likely guess the wounds were causing you to be so irritable they didn't look good when they first arrived problem had a couple of parasites on them along with other infections that are still being treated.

Price was observing the whole check up process.

You didn't speak much at least not to any of the other staff.

There were a few problems though.

Firstly they found you solo but there was still likely you belonged to a pod but which is the question.

Secondly, they couldn't keep you in the medical pool forever you were wild to some extent it would be cruel to keep you from you family.

Thirdly during your surgery, they'd found a piece of metal that didn't look important it was kept to be looked over in case it helped discover why you were in such a state, Price already guessed territorial fighting but you clearly (no offense) couldn't pick your battles.

Some of these scars and bites could have been lethal.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as you shifted clicking in annoyance he was quick to reach over for another fish from the bucket nearby by offering it up in an attempt to distract you.

"Are all humans this pokey?"

"No Scarface we just..need to make sure your healing okay..Then we can release you."

Kyle huffed as he gave you an honest smile ignoring the glare and grumble he received in return, You still took the fish though idly crunching on it.

They eventually finished the examination without much fuss except for you not so subtly tripping the newest volunteer who honestly should have been starting off with a much smaller mer than you.

But you start off somewhere.

Speaking of which it's about lunch time for them now and his break time, Kyle oversaw you getting back into the pool without much struggle before he left your area visiting by Price to mention he was going on his break before grabbing his lunch and heading to the docks.

He'd usually not have to wait long before they'd show but it'd seemed they were late.

It wasn't long till a familiar face popped up flashing teeth and all.

"Hey, Soap!" Kyle grinned as he looked to see the shark mer propping up his elbows onto the dock.

"Ghost comin'..?"

"Ah in a bit he's still getting his bearings.."

Now he was confused the last time he'd seen the pair and given them there updated shots and tags they'd been great.

The pair were unusual a Shark and Orca together seemed unheard of but yet just a few years ago now when Kyle had fallen overboard during an solo observation trip Ghost saved him from drowning.

Both of them were odd in a good way, Simon having been outcasted by his pod but he doesn't like to talk about it.

He had lots of scars all telling of countless battles of either for his territory or from just fights.

As for Soap, Sharks were solitary regardless but Soap had his own set of scars from fights some he shouldn't have tried starting.

"Bearings? What happended?.."

"Another fuckin' Orca smaller not as experienced grabbed me a few days back, Si really fucked em' up till the bastard clocked him on the head with there tail-"

Wait.

"Jesus , Where is he? I can get a team out and-"

"Ah ye know how he feels about humans..Plus he seemed to be swimming straight.."

"But Soap , He could have a concussion or maybe a facture-"

Soap sighed as he glanced back to the water before back at Kyle.

"Look..You can try convincing em'"

Soap frowned as Simon finally surfaced propping himself up onto the dock as well the wood creaking slightly under the weight of just Simons upper half.

"Ghost"

"Kyle."

Kyle huffed as he didnt even need to say anything as he went up to him giving him a look before he huffed grumbling quietly adjusting himself better so that Kyle could assess him.

Taking his time looking over the newer injuries they had healed well enough fishing out his little hand held flash light from his keychain in his pocket he checked Ghost's eyes.

After a bit of checking Kyle felt satisfied ignoring Ghost annoyed clicks.

"Mm..Now Soap you said it was another Orca right..? Did it come back?"

"Nah..Fucker swam off after bashing Ghost head..Pretty sure I could smell em' bleeding though for a bit till they got too far."

Right this was looking to be way too convenient and fitting to not match up with good ol' Scarface's condition.

"Mm..Alright..Anyway I brought some-"

"Treats?!" Before Kyle could even move his lunchbox away Soap had snatched it and Kyle let out a exasperated sigh not even fighting for it risk of being pulled into the water.

"Jesus Soap my lunch is still in there be careful- And dont eat the plastic!"

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvlloyd @viannasthings @beef-fajitas @bubblekitts

Help- trough this story I accidentally wrote ‘Millie’ and ‘Amelia’ as two different people, but they’re the same person because Millie is a nickname, so I had to rewrite sum scenes💀😭

also, sadly there isn't much Lloyd in here, mostly just y/n and friends, but no worries, next chapter will be Lloyd only.

I myself really hate this chapter, its badly written, some thing don’t really make sense, its just kinda.. idk I don’t like it but it’s long so I don’t want to rewrite it you know… also its been a while since I fed you guys a new chapter, sorry about that.

Your POV:

I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand as I put the last book I needed in my bag, standing in front of my locker. I took a quick glance in the mirror I had stuck to my locker door to check my hair and combed a quick hand trough it.

“You’re coming this evening too, right?” Amelia appeared by my side and I gave her a confused look, closing my locker.

“What’s this evening?” I asked, looking around at the others.

“Oh, party at Caleb’s house,” Flora informed. “Caleb Smith,” she clarified, before pointing a quick thumb at the boys who were watching a football game on Anthony’s phone. “They’re coming too,”

“Oh, yeah sure, I don’t have anything planned,” I agreed. “Most of the school coming I suppose?” I asked curiously and Flora shrugged.

“Well yes, but you can invite people if you want,” she explained, “I know that Charlie’s bringing one of his Basketball buddies and Arty’s invited a colleague from work,” she told me and I made an ‘o’ shape with my mouth.

“So it’s alright if I bring Lloyd along then?” I asked and she nodded along with Amelia.

“What, you’re bringing your boyfriend?” Charlie looked up. “As long as you two aren’t all over each other the whole time,” he pointed at me and I gave him a sceptical look and glanced down at the arm he had around Flora’s waist and then back at him.

“Right back at you,” I muttered and he quickly retracted the arm.

Flora hit his shoulder and glared at him. “She can bring her boyfriend and do couple stuff if she wants! It’s not like we aren’t,” she pointed out with a scowl and Charlie sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, yeah right,” he stumbled over his words, “whatever, I don’t care,” he looked the other way and Millie laughed at him.

“You over protective little shit,” she giggled and he shot her a glare which she ignored, me and Flora joining in on the giggling.

“What’s going on here?” Luna appeared and Millie jumped into explaining what happened.

“Oh please, like you two weren’t making out on the couch while we where hanging out last week,” she said annoyed and Flora quickly looked the other way while Charles turned bright red.

———

Lloyd picked up almost immediately when I called him, I was walking out of the school with the girls as we where going to get ready together at my house.

“Sweetheart,” he said the moment he picked up. “What is it?” He asked, he sounded a bit out of breath.

“Hi, babe, I was wondering if you could make it to a party me and my friends are going to, it’s mostly just kids from school, might get late,” I jumped right to the point but was disappointed when I heard a sigh in the other side.

“Sorry, love, I have patrol this evening,” he apologised, making me already shake my head to the others and bite my lip in disappointment, just humming in acknowledgment. “I’ll see if I’m able to pop in later in the night, I suppose you’ll be there until late?”

I smiled lightly at the idea of him maybe showing up anyway. “Yeah, I think ill be there until maybe two,” I told him.

“Alright then, maybe I’ll join you. Otherwise I’ll make sure I’ll sleep at yours tonight,” he promised making my smile grow.

“Yes please, see you tonight then,” I said happily and heard him lightly chuckle.

“See you tonight, love you,” he said before hanging up the phone.

“So, he’s coming?” Luna asked and I shook my head.

“Just maybe later in the night,” I told them and Millie gave me a confused look.

“You hung up the phone as if you where sure he was coming though, you said ‘see you tonight’” she frowned a bit and I shrugged.

“He’s sleeping over at mine, so regardless of him being at the party or no, I’ll see him,” I explained, making Mills wiggle her eyebrows at me.

“Oh, he’s sleeping over,” she said suggestively making Luna giggle. “Any plans?” She asked, winking at me.

“Oh leave her alone, Lloyd and N/n should go at their own pace without you guys interfering,” Flora scolded with an amused smile.

“But we want to hear the stories of her getting laid!” Luna cried dramatically. “It’ll be her first time and I want to know, besides, we all know Lloyd is here to stay, so it has to happen sooner or later,” she insisted.

“Oh, please, let the girl have her innocence,” Flora waved it off while I just kept my mouth shut.

“N/n you’ve been awfully quiet,” Amelia pointed out and I just stared at the pavement with bright red cheeks. “Awe, don’t be embarrassed,” she giggled, putting an arm around me, but Luna halted.

“Y/n,” she said with a look of disbelief on her face, I avoided her eyes, pursing my lips. “Is there something you need to tell us?” She asked and I had trouble hiding my smile.

“No, no way!” Millie jumped up and down in excitement while Flora just squealed really loudly.

“I’ll tell you when we are in my room,” I mumbled with bright red cheeks and a smile, making them all cheer in happiness.

———

Flora laid giggling on my bedroom floor while Luna and Millie where watching me with open mouths from my closet, both looking for clothes they could borrow from me.

“I’m going to teach Charlie how to do that,” Flora decided trough her giggles and the next sound was a gagging noice from Amelia.

“Look, I get it, the tongue thing is hot, but to thought about you and Charlie- no, absolutely not,” she closed the closet door and we could hear Luna burst out laughing from behind it. Probably something Amelia had whispered.

“Once Mills gets a girlfriend, she’ll get us,” Flora told me making me chuckle and continue brushing my hair.

“Anyway, what happened next?” She asked making me playfully roll my eyes, but I continued anyway, Luna joining us now wearing one of my dresses.

“You love that dress don’t you?” I asked so the a smirk, having seen her wear it multiple times now.

“It’s just so pretty!” She insisted. It was a black sleeveless dress, it was tight at the top but had a flowy skirt that stopped at the knees. “Also, I love spinning in this thing, look,”

She didn’t quick spin and Flora wolf whistled while Luna giggled and did a quick bow.

“You can have it if you want, I’m pretty sure I don’t fit it anymore,” I turned around in my chair. “It was my favourite at some point, but my boobs got to big. But it looks amazing on you, you should have it,” I said and her eyes lit up immediately.

“N/n, I love you so much!” She squealed and quickly ran over to give me a hug, making me chuckle.

“Think of it as a thank you for buying cans of soda for me everyday,” I winked and she chuckled and hugged me again. It had kind of become a habbit for Luna to buy me soda everyday, because I always asked for it since she walked past the supermarket on her way to school. I paid her back with lunch at a cafe in town and presents such as this.

“Forget the dress, you where about to continue the story,” Flora whined and Lu and I shot her a look.

“Well, after… that, we kind of stopped, he helped me put on his shirt, then he quickly put on his boxers we cleaned up a bit and then we just cuddled until we fell asleep,” I explained. “It was really sweet, I was scared it was going to be awkward but it wasn’t at all,” I smiled down at the ground, playing with my fingers.

The girls awe’d and then Millie came bursting trough the door.

“He didn’t leave in the middle of the night right?” She asked, pointing a finger at me. “If he did I’m going to whoop his ass, he should’ve been there in the morning,” she insisted.

I awkwardly smiled, remembering the poor lad that ended up with a black eye when he had left Luna in the middle of the night. They had eventually talked about, he was just nervous.

Millie didn’t take any of his crap…

“No, he was there,” I reassured. “We talked and joked a bit in the morning and then he made breakfast for the two of us before going home again,”

Flora squealed and squeezed Luna’s hand, who had to pull away because it was starting to hurt.

“Yeah, he better,” Amelia nodded making the others laugh.

“What did you joke about?” Luna asked, walking over to have a quick look in the mirror and apply some makeup.

“Well, I complained about having to cover up the hickeys on my neck, and when he suggested that he wouldn’t do it again, I got flustered and mad and he just giggled and eventually I laughed along,” I explained to them.

“Hickeys on your neck? I don���t see any,” Millie pulled my hair aside and inspected it, making me give her a look and then she smirked in realisation. “Illusion?” She asked and I nodded, allowing for them to see it.

They all stared at me with shit eating grins and continued to tease me for the remaining of the time we got ready.

———

After that, we all finished up our makeup and hair before heading out the door, Malcolm being so kind to drive us to the party.

The girls thanked him when we arrived and I promised him to text him when we were done so he could pick us up and bring us home.

“Be safe!” He called after me and I smiled at him.

“We will!” I said before entering the driveway. My friends were waiting at the door, waiting for me before ringing the doorbell, we were a bit late but it seemed like there weren’t many people yet

“Finally,” Charlie gave us a look after he had opened the door. “Weve been waiting for ages,”

He then pulled Flora towards him, kissing her forehead. “You guys are late,” he gave Millie a pointed look, knowing that it probably was because she had to go to the bathroom last minutes and he was right.

“Sorry,” she grumbled. “When I have to go, I go,” she stated and then stuck out her tongue at Charlie who did it right back.

“Children, children,” Antony appeared. “Come on you guys, we want to start monopoly,” he pulled open the door further and the five of us left the hallway.

“Guys, this is Mathew, my buddy from basketball,” Charlie introduced and pointed at a tall guy, pouring a drink for himself, standing at a high table with bottles on it.

“Sup,” he greeted, we awkwardly said hi back, against populair believe, we were rather socially awkward, at least the music in the background didn’t cause for an awkward silence.

“Oh, and this is Aaron,” Arthur appeared out of the doorway that led to the kitchen, followed by another guy.

“Nice to meet you all,” he greeted, his eyes quickly traveling over us, stopping on me, as a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Very nice,” he said making my eyes shoot to Luna’s, then to Amelia’s and right next to Flora.

“Hi,” I plainly said and turned my back, looking over at Antony. “So, you said we were playing monopoly,” I grinned and he huffed.

“No,” he shook his head, “I just said that so Amelia would get her ass over here, we’ve waited long enough,” he said making the girl give him an offended look.

“You little-” Tony was given no warning when she jumped at him, they stumbled and the others laughed while Amelia tried getting him onto the ground and horribly failing.

“You suck,” James laughed when Amelia laid flat on her back, Anthony still standing.

“Shut the fuck up,” she panted. “I am no Y/n, besides, Ant is a head taller and way stronger, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did,” she smiled rather proudly.

“Then why did you attack me in the first place,” Antony asked, rubbing his arm when she’d accidentally scratched him with her nails.

“You were bing a dick,” she shrugged making Arthur snort, resorting in him getting hit on the head by his twin.

“Now go on, sit down, grab a drink, be fun,” James dragged me to the floor to sit next to him and I scoffed but sat down on the ground anyway.

“I’ll grab drinks, what do you want?” Luna looked at me and then Millie and Flora.

“Just get me a water to start,” Flora smiled softly.

“Cola mixed with vodka, you know how I like it,” I told her and she nodded and then looked at Millie, who still laid on the ground.

“Just a beer,” she said and Luna nodded before heading to the kitchen. “If we’re not playing monopoly, then what are we doing?” Amelia asked.

“Whatever you want that’s not monopoly,” Charlie said, making her glare at him, causing him to smirk. “We can watch a movie, go outside Caleb’s starting a fire, put on some better music, play any other game, a drinking game, anything,” he named and Amelia sat up.

“Truth or drink it is,” she said, making Charlie groan.

“No,” he whined but she crossed her arms.

“You said anything but monopoly and suggested a drinking game, here you go, truth or drink,” she grinned and he glared at her.

“It’s so lame!” He complained, followed by agreements from most of us, causing Amelia to huff and roll her eyes.

“I don’t mind it,” we looked at the twins as they gave each other a surprised side eye for a second before ignoring the fact they spoke in sink.

“That’s because you don’t care and just say everything,” Charlie pointed at Arthur. “And you can hold your liquor like a champion and just do shots every chance you get,” he looked at Anthony who smirked.

“We’re playing truth or drink?” Luna entered the room aswel and there was a chorus of no’s and yes’.

“Ah, come on, it could be fun,” Mathew, Charlie’s basketball buddy spoke up. “Besides, maybe me and Aaron can get to know you guys then,” he smiled slightly.

It took a few minutes of bribery and begging, but eventually everyone was on board, even Charlie.

“Alright, so we’re just going around the circle?” Flora asked and everyone nodded. The game had already been set up, everyone had their own shot glasses and some liquor bottles stood on the table the group sat around.

“James, truth or drink, who in the group would you kiss without question?” Arthur didn’t waste a second, making James look up offended.

“Why immediately start with me?” He asked, looking around the group for support.

“Oh don’t be a baby,” I teased. “Truth or drink?” I repeated and he groaned. “Also, Art, lame ass question, but that doesn’t matter,”

My last remark was met with a pillow thrown against my head and laughs around the table.

“Chop chop, answer the question,” Luna hurried and James rolled his eyes before looking around the group for a second.

“Y/n, probably, or Lu,” he thought for a bit. “But that’s because I’ve known them for years and I’ve kissed both of them before,” he explained and Anthony gasped, putting a hand against his chest.

“Not me?” He asked ‘hurt’, blinking innocently at James. “How could you?” He said dramatically.

“Oh, any day bro,” James blew him a kiss, causing Anthony to wink at him.

“And they’re still beating the gay allegations,” Amelia shook her head. “I’m so done with you two,” she grumbled, causing the group to chuckle.

“Next,” James stopped Amelia’s complaining. “Luna, was it you that snuck into my house three years ago, stealing all my boxers?” He asked and without hesitation, Luna poured a shot, making me and Amelia giggle.

It did leave Mathew and Aaron with lots of questions, causing James to go into detailed explanation that someone snuck into his house in the middle of the night, stole all his boxers and decorated the school with them.

He never found out who did it, but he had his suspicions…

It had been me and Luna, sneaking into his house while Amelia waited outside for us, standing ‘on guard’ as she’d called it.

We never admitted it and it did leave Jamie rather confused.

The game went on for a while and I did enjoy it, the party got more crowded and two other girls had decided on joining us aswel. I knew them only from history class, but I liked them so I didn’t mind.

Soon enough though, I started to get a bit uncomfortable with this Aaron.

He asked the girls weird questions, except for Flora, probably because Charlie was in the room. He kept glancing at me and one of the other girls, places where he should not be looking.

Luna, Amelia and Flora noticed it too, yet the boys where to blind as always. I’m pretty sure the other two girls saw it to as I noticed their exchange of glances and whispers to each other.

It was Amelia who was the first to speak up.

“Hey, if appreciate it if you stopped staring at N/n’s boobs, thank you,” she interrupted Arthur’s sentence as she stared at Aaron with a scowl.

“Calm down, I’m just looking,” Aaron smirked slightly. “I’m a man, if she has her tits on display like that, I’m going to look,”

My eyes widened and I instinctively looked at James who saw red.

“Dude no,” Arthur, who sat next to him and had been the one to bring him spoke up first. “I will not have you talking to her, or any girl for that matter like that, stop looking at her,” he stated, glaring at the guy next to him.

“Chill, dude, I’m just joking,” Aaron laughed and winked at me.

Amelia didn’t take two seconds to stand up but Anthony was faster and stopped her before she did anything.

“Let’s go outside,” he looked around at the others that belonged to our group. “The lot of us,” he said and took Amelia with him as he left.

James helped me up from the ground and we left too, along with Mathew and the two other girls decided on following aswel.

Arthur stayed behind, I guessed he was going to have a word with Aaron. I exchanged glances with him before going outside and he gave me a small smile.

Outside, the cold air did do me good and it felt good to feel the breeze against my sweaty face.

“What a weirdo,” Luna said when we all stood around one of the fires.

“Yes, I totally agree,” one of the girls spoke up. “I mean, we joined because we saw ya’ll where having fun, but then we noticed how he looked at you,” she nodded at me, “and he looked at Katie,” she gestured to her friend. “And the inappropriate questions he asked us girls,” she gestured around to the girls around the fire.

“That was actually not okay, maybe we should look for Caleb and ask him to kick the dude out or something,” Charlie suggested, wrapping his arms around Flora who was shivering because of the cold.

“Maybe we should just let it be,” I said while looking at the ground, my arms wrapped around myself to get rid of the cold. “It could cause trouble and mess with the vibe hanging around,”

“Yes, but there’s still a creep wandering around a party and almost no one knows him,” James argued causing the other girl to pipe up.

“We’re in Caleb’s friend group, we could inform him of what’s happening and ask him to keep an eye out,” she suggested with a smile.

“We know tons of people, we can just spread the word, maybe it’ll cause him to leave on his own,” the other one nodded in agreement.

“If you don’t mind,” Flora, ever so kind smiled at them. “We don’t want it to ruin your night,”

“Nah, it’s fine, we’ll go look for Caleb, thanks for the fun,” one of them said and they left while waving at us.

“Thank you guys too, bye,” Luna waved before looking at me. “How are you feeling?” She asked, “we can leave if you want,”

“Yeah, maybe that’s better,” Millie agreed, giving me a pittiful look.

“Aye, it’s not that bad, let’s just enjoy the night that remains,” I assured. “Besides, I’m not letting an asshole like him ruin my night,” I huffed making the others chuckle.

“That’s the spirit,” Arthur appeared next to me. “I tolt Aaron off and told him it’d be better if he left, he refused and I can’t exactly kick him out, so I just told him to leave us alone,” he explained.

“Yeah that’s fine,” Amelia nodded. “The girls that were with us are informing Caleb and a few others of the situation,” she explained to him and he nodded along.

“Good,” he stated. “Anyone wanting some drinks? I’ll get them,” he looked around while everyone gave their orders.

“Just a water for me, the shots are getting to me,” I grinned and he huffed a small laugh but agreed anyway.

“I’ll come with you,” Anthony said and then twins walked off to pour the lot of us drinks.

“Is Lloyd coming?” James asked me and I shook my head.

“I don’t think so, he send me a text an hour ago saying he probably wasn’t going to make it,” I told them, a tiny bit upset, but it was fine. “Lucky for Aaron though, I’m not sure his teeth would’ve survived,” I had a small grin on my face.

“What? You’re saying Lloyd would’ve beat him up?” Amelia asked amused and I chuckled.

“Not beat him up per se,” I said with a laugh. “Just punch him or something, he does have quite the temper, but I think it would only happen if he’s in a bad mood already,”

“Damn, I would pay to see your boyfriend beat up a guy for you, it’d be funny as hell,” Luna grinned and I shot her a quick look.

The group fell in easy conversation, Millie telling us a bout the new school gossip.

“Are you alright?” I looked to my side to see James growing ever so slightly. “You seem uncomfortable,” he looked down at my arms that were trying to cover my lower stomach.

“Just a bit,” I answered honestly, “he was staring a lot,” I swallowed thickly and James smiled before taking of his jacket and putting it around my shoulders.

“I expect to get that back,” he warned me and I smiled at him and put my arms trough the jacket.

“I’ll make sure of it,” I promised before retiring my attention to Amelia.

———

After a few minutes the twins returned with the drinks and handed them out. We stood around the fire for an hour and it was quite fun.

At one point someone gave us a bag of marshmallows and some sticks so we could hold them over the fire. We thanked him and it did end up in a bit of a fight.

That translates to, the boys started throwing them and it ended up with James almost landing in the fire.

(Flora told them off, the mother she is)

“Hey, Mills,” Amelia looked up when Anthony called her name and then looked in the direction he had nodded with a wicked grin.

She quickly looked back at us with wide eyes and a red face. Around one of the other fires, her crush was talking with her friends.

“She’s so pretty,” she whispered yelled to us. “Look at her dress,” she bounce up and down and we all laughed.

“Go ask her out,” Luna bumped her own shoulder against Amelia’s.

“What- no! Are you crazy? I barely know her,” she whispered and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, I know some of her friends, I’ll get you that date,” he took her arm to start walking towards the others but she backtracked.

“Wow, wow, wow,” she looked at him with wide eyes. “Give me a second,” she said sassily. “How does my hair look?” She turned to me and did a quick spin.

“It looks fine, nothing to worry about,” I assured.

“My makeup?” She asked, bringing her face closer to mine.

“A bit smudged, there’s mascara under your left eye- wait no don’t panick,” I looked at Flora who was already digging in her purse.

“Here,” she handed me some cotton swabs and makeup remover.

Within one minute, Millie was ready to go and she was a nervous wreck.

“Shots for good luck,” James said and took the bottle we had left on the grass and poured a shot for Amelia and Anthony. They clinked their glasses together before throwing back the shot and leaving the group.

“She’s so gonna get laid,” James smirked proudly and then pretended to wipe away a tear making Luna push him lightly.

“Stop it,” she scolded and he grinned at her.

“You know how got laid,” Flora spoke and my eyes widened slightly when she looked at me, my cheeks heating up.

“Shush,” I said with a small smirk and couldn’t say anything else because James squealed loudly.

“You know, I am so proud of you, you are finally growing up,” he said emotionally and hugged me.

“Are you actually crying?” I asked when I felt him sobbing, and I put my arms around him.

“Leave me alone,” he whined and we laughed at him.

“I think the alcohol is getting to you, Jamie,” I said and he pulled away from me, putting me at arms length.

“You think?” He yelled. “I’m never emotional,” he whined and then let himself fall into the grass, which I was pretty sure was wet.

“Get up Jamie, you’re going to get sick,” I took his hand, trying to pull him up but he wouldn’t budge. “Jamie?” I asked but he didn’t answer.

“Is he asleep?” Charlie asked amused and I groaned when I realised he was right.

I was about to wonder aloud how we would wake him, when Luna came with the solution. Without a doubt, she poured her glass of water over James’ face and he shot up, giving her a deadly look.

“Goodmorning,” she greeted with a fake sweetness in her voice.

James pouted at her and she sighed. “Go get this guy a glass of water,” she groaned and Charlie laughed and helped James up.

“Me and Flora are leaving anyway, she’s cold and tired, I’ll take James with me, he can crash at mine,” he suggested and we agreed.

“Are you walking home?” Arthur asked and Charles nodded.

“Yeah, it’s like five minutes,” he shrugged and then looked at James who was drunkenly staring up at the sky. “Maybe ten,” he said in a pained voice making us laugh.

We said our goodbyes, I gave Flora a hug and then the three of them headed inside to get some water and then leave trough the front door.

A few minutes later a notification popped up on our screens and it was Flora who sent her location like we all promised we would do after leaving a party split into groups or alone.

“What’s the time?” I asked Luna who glanced at her phone.

“Almost half past one,” she answered and I pursed my lips.

“Half an hour and then go home?” I suggested and she nodded.

“Fine by me,” she then glanced at Amelia who was seemingly going well with her crush. They where talking and laughing while Anthony observed like a proud dad. “Don’t know about her though,” she said amused.

“Don’t worry about her, you girls go home, me and Tony will make sure Millie gets home safe,” Arthur promised.

“Though, if she’s lucky she’s going home with someone else tonight,” Mathew grinned when he looked back at the girl.

Luna and I giggled while Arthur let out an amused laugh.

We spent the remaining half hour finishing our drinks while tagging along with a group who where watching a football game inside.

Mathew and I had no idea what was going on, but we just decided to cheer whenever Lu and Arthur cheered.

After that, Lu and I said goodbye to the two boys and went to find Amelia. That wasn’t too difficult because she was right where we left her.

“Millie,” I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me. She seemed rather alright, I was pretty sure she didn’t drink any alcohol since leaving our side. “I’ve called Malcolm and he’s coming to get Lu and me, are you joining us or are you going with the twins?” I asked and she contemplated for a bit and looked back at the girl in front of us.

“I think I’ll stay for a bit longer,” she said and I nodded as she gave me a rather excited smile.

“Yeah, that’s fine, just text the group chat when you guys get home and call me if you need anything,” I gave her a quick side hug and waved at the girl she was talking to before both me and Lu left.

When we closed the front door, Malcolm was already pulling up and I sent my location in the group the moment we where safe in the car.

We dropped of Luna at her house before driving home ourselves.

I was gonna hate myself in the morning.

Malcolm, the sweetheart he is, helped me up the stairs to my bedroom and then wished me a goodnight.

I quickly discarded my dress and heels and then just pulled one of Lloyd’s hoodies over my head before dropping into bed and drifting off to sleep.

I sleepily opened my eyes when someone planted a kiss on my forehead and got into bed with me, pulling me into his arms before I drifted off again.

[geminibsworld]

teachers pet pt.4

warnings: smut, slow burn, jealousy, whatever yk idk i just write shit LOL

summary: daisy and tom continue to sneak around

🫧the other parts are on my masterlist def read those before this 🫧

🌿

daisy bit tom’s bottom lip teasingly, he hums in response, his rougher hands gliding on her back. her hands pulling on his expensive dress shirt not caring about wrinkles, tom and daisy kiss. he pants into the kiss, she lets go of his shirt, as her fingers go for his waist band, he pulls away as one of his hands catches her wrist. his forehead on hers, he places a small kiss on her lips, she pouts at him. he smiles before pulling away, and returning to sit at his desk. daisy crossed her legs turning and facing him. she watched him start up his laptop, and he slid on his glasses to start on the computer. he sighs rubbing his forehead, as his phone rings, he ignores it typing in his log in information. the call ends, as another starts. daisy peaks at his phone, she knows who it is. his wife.

“aren’t you going to answer that?” she asks, humming, twirling his waves. his hair had gotten so long that two hooks peaked out behind his hair, she loved it. she especially loved tugging on it. he sighs making a face looking at daisy. he thought she was so beautiful, so beautiful that nothing else ever mattered.

“not when i’m with you,” he says, smiling at her. he then grabs his phone, and puts it on do not disturb. daisy laughs, shaking her head. she then pulled her legs up on the desk, her knees touching her chest. tom typed away on the computer, before they heard a knock the door.

“tom, it’s your wife,” a woman’s voice spoke, daisy and tom looked at each other. daisy hopped down, quickly grabbing her bag about to leave. tom held a hand out to her and opened the door, daisy stood motionlessly by a bunch of filing cabinets unsure of what to do.

“Michelle,” he says, annoyed. michelle shoves past him, looking around the room before her eyes land on daisy. she makes a face before turning to tom.

“this her?” she asks, pointing a manicured finger at daisy. daisy makes a face, her brows furrowed and she looked confused as ever.

“what?” daisy asks, confusion all over her face, she stepped forward, “how does she know about me?”

“oh please, he talks about you all the time. i’m surprised a small girl like you can handle him though,” michelle laughs, daisys cheeks burn as she looks at tom.

“what’re you doing here?” he asks, politely but his face said otherwise, “i’m working right now. i don’t need any distractions,”

“oh is that why she’s here?” michelle laughs, her brown hair in perfect curls. almost everything about her was perfect, daisy couldn’t help but feel weird.

“yeah.. i’m gonna go- i’ll see you later,” daisy says, looking down to leave, tom groans following her to the door. daisy turns and looks at him making a face, her eyes quickly going to michelle. michelle smirks leaning on his desk, eyeing the two.

“aw well aren’t you sweet? comforting your baby?” she asks, dryly, eyeing tom. tom scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“can you leave?” he asks, trying to plead her. michelle eyes daisy and tom, daisys eyes warred and cheeks burned from embarrassment. she didn’t know why she was crying. tom rubbed daisy hand, trying to comfort her the only way he could at the moment. he wanted to pull her into a hug, but he couldn’t.

“you’re no fun, tommy,” michelle says, smirking at him playfully before glancing at daisy one last time. daisy eyed michelle, blinking away her tears. tom sighed, squeezing daisys hand gently before pulling his hand away from her.

“well, i guess ill go.. what’s for dinner tonight tommy?” michelle asks, staring at him with a certain look in her eyes. daisy scoffed rolling her eyes before pulling out her phone, she wanted to text ellie to rescue her.

“just go, i’ll call you when im on the way home,” tom says, quietly his hands on michelle’s shoulders, reaching around her pulling the wooden door open pushing michelle out. daisy didn’t say a word as tom shut the door, he cleared his throat.

“i’m sorry- about her,” he says, walking up to her. he stands in front of her looking down at her, his eyes filled with worry as he searches daisys face. their eyes meet, and he sighs. pulling her into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her completely enclosing her body. her arms slowly wrapped around his waist as she has her head laying below his chest. she sniffles and inhales his scent, reminding her he’s hers. the scent of expensive cologne and lavender filled her senses.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, leaning down placing a kiss on the top of her head. rubbing her back softly, she sighs pulling away looking up at him, his hands lay on her waist. he stares at her, giving her a small smile.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that? so beautiful and sweet, like a daisy,”

🫧

daisy was in tom’s class today, she had felt weird ever since she met michelle. so weird, that she didn’t ever want to see or hear about michelle again. like she doesn’t exist.

“daisy, can you come up here please?” tom’s voice interrupts her thoughts, she glances at ellie before she stands up and walks up to him at his desk. he was on his lap top, wearing a loose sweater his collar bones showing and she noticed he was wearing a silver chain necklace.

“yes, Mr. blyth?” she asks, looking down at him. he smirks ever so slightly, before sliding a paper over. it says, ‘meet me after class’ she smiles at him grabbing the paper before returning to her seat next to ellie.

ellie glances at the paper, giving daisy a look. daisy giggles, crossing her legs bouncing her food against the seat in front of her.

“daisy,” a boys voice came from behind her, ellie and daisy turned around to look at him. it was jackson, a guy who has been obsessed with daisy for years. not in a creepy way, but in a ‘i want you so bad way’

“what,” daisy whispers, not wanting tom to look in her direction. jackson scoffs, ellie makes a face.

“what, dick?” ellie asks, attitude in her voice. daisy laughs, turning to look at him.

“chill el,” jackson laughs, before meeting eyes with daisy, “do you want to hang out later?”

“me? hang out with you?” daisy asks. quietly quickly glancing back at tom. ellie clears her throat, daisy snaps back. tom was staring right at them.

“uh- ill let you know later?” daisy says, turning around to face him quickly. he smirks, nodding at her. the bell rang, daisy and ellie began to pack up. as daisy stands up, she glances towards tom’s desk. he wasn’t there, she didn’t know where he was and she was nervous. she hoped he still wanted to meet.

ellie and daisy share a smile as ellie leaves daisys side, daisy walks to tom’s desk and peaks around. she walked towards the back where the auditorium was connected to the actual classroom, she saw tom. he looked annoyed, he was sweeping the stage.

“tom..” daisy says quietly, tom looks up at her and gives her a small smile. she smiles back walking closer to him. she stands in front of where he’s sweeping, with her hands clasped in front of her.

“you look beautiful as always my daisy,” he mumbles still sweeping, not looking at her. he sighs placing the broom against the wall, he wipes his hands on his jeans as daisy eyes his large, veiny hands.

“thank you, why did you want me to stay after?” daisy asks, cocking her head to the side. her hair falls behind her back. tom spins on his heel, his palms pressed against the wall. daisy makes a straight face, tom had a unreadable look on his face.

“what did he want?” tom asks, his brows furrowed at daisy. daisy lets out a dry laugh.

“really? this is what we’re doing?” she asks, shaking her head. tom shoves himself off the wall, walking towards her. daisy scoffs and rolls her eyes beginning to walk away.

“i asked you a question,” he says, grabbing daisy’s wrist. daisy snaps her head back, yanking her wrist away. her skin still burning where his hand was.

“fuck off,” she grumbles, walking away. tom follows behind her, she picks up the pace slightly. tom wraps his arms around daisy, engulfing her, she squeals as he picks her up.

“oh my god, are you fucking joking tom?” she groans loudly and dramatically. tom laughs, a true belly laugh. he shook his head, carrying daisy to his office slamming the door behind him.

he drops daisy on the ground, she scoffs at him. he turns and locks the door, before pulling daisy into him on the desk, she lets out a gasp. she stood between his thighs, his hands tight on her hips. she chewed her bottom lip anxiously, her doe eyes stared at him.

“now, i asked a question, remember? be a good girl for me and answer me,” he says, his voice low. his eyes searching all over her face, his finger tips digging into her bony hips. she makes a face, wincing.

“all he did was ask me to hang out, and i said i’d let him know, no big deal,” she shrugs, her eyes meeting tom’s eyes. the blue piercing into daisy’s green eyes. she felt her breath hitch as tom held his jaw tightly, his fingers digging into her harder.

“no big deal?” he says, his eyes trailing down her body. she nods quickly, agreeing with what he says.

“no big deal,” she confirms, tom lets go of her hips to grab her ass, she gasps as he pulls her completely into him. his face hard, as her jaw slacks at him.

“i’ll show you no big deal,” he mumbles, “bend over my lap for me,” his hands roughly squeezing the flesh under her skirt.

“w-what?” she asked, her anxiety rising. bend over his lap? what? he raises his brows at her, she gulps.

“be a good girl, and bend over my lap. now.” he says, his voice and low and husky. she couldn’t help but feel herself pool in her panties. her eyes widened at him.

“you heard me, get over here. please, i’m not gonna ask again,” he says, monotoned as ever. he pats his lap, she walks over to him slowly standing on the side. he places her hand on the small of her back, gently nudging her.

she slowly bends over his lap, she gulps feeling nervous. tom slowly pushes up her dress, his rougher hand feeling over her soft pale skin. gripping and squeezing the flesh, she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. she couldn’t help it, she found it embarrassing that she gets that wet. but it’s him. his hand smoothes over her soft flesh before his fingers dip between her cheeks sliding down slowly and teasingly. she anticipated him touching her. he tsk’d before he spoke.

“already so wet,” he mumbles, “so perfect,” he leans over to the side to look at her bent over his lap.

“i’ll do a few baby, promise. you’ll probably like it,” he says, she can hear the smile on his face. she chews her lip, biting the skin off her lip. he rubs the soft flesh some more, his finger dipping down and taking one finger teasing her clothed pussy. his finger teased her clit under the panties, she couldn’t help but let out a hiss. his finger softly rubbed between her folds. daisy lets out a small moan, her back arching into his touch.

“feel good baby?” he asks, almost mockingly. she nods bucking her hips gently. he chuckles at her.

he removes his hand, and she lets out a moan of disappointment. he laughs, before his hand meets her cheek. the pale flesh jiggled as a pink handprint appeared, a squeal escapes her lips. daisy felt her panties drench, his hand came down again. she moaned, loudly.

“yeah? be so fucking loud that little prick can hear you,” tom says, sarcastic and bitter. his hand flying down again, a red mark on her bottom. he couldn’t help but smirk at the site.

“one more baby, tell ‘em who’s mine,” he says, a smirk evident in his voice. daisy peels skin off her lips in anticipation and anxiety. his hand came down a lot slower, but still hard as he hit the same spot he’s been. the hand print red now. he liked how it looked on her. she was his.

daisy had tears in her eyes, she couldn’t help it. the pain stung but the pleasure made her feel good. tom coos as he rubs her red cheek.

“you did so good, now stand up for me,” her lip quivers as she sits up. he fixes her dress, his eyes racking in her body. then finally meeting her eyes, he stands up from his seat. he gives her a quick kiss on the forehead, before rubbing her cheeks with both of his hands.

“my good girl,” he smiles, kissing her again. her eyes red from the tears, and her cheeks stained. she smiles up at him, before he leans down pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

“daisy- woah!” daisy and tom jump apart, a scream leaving their lips together. she holds her chest as she looks over and sees ellie. tom groans to himself.

“i would say get a room but that was my bad y’all,” ellie teases, smirking at them. tom can’t help but feel annoyed. daisys eyes glance at tom, before meeting ellie’s.

“that was cute by the way, the whole stroking her cheek and kissing her forehead,” ellie laughs, tom shakes his head walking away, leaving just ellie and daisy.

“are you serious el?” daisy complains, throwing her arms up. ellie laughs, not taking things serious at all.

“what? it was cute,” ellie shrugs, daisy groans.

“listen my bad- i didn’t even see you all till that. i won’t tell on him, fuck you’re my best friend.” ellie says, trying to help by offering a small smile.

“dude, he doesn’t care. he could fired for this. if you saw, who else would? his fucking wife knows already and we’ve met!” daisy throws her face in her hands as she leans against the wall. ellie pouts making a face before furrowing her brows, confused as ever.

“wait you met her?” ellie asks, suddenly. daisy makes a face rolling her eyes.

🕸️

daisy showed up tom’s apartment, wanting nothing more than to see him. it snowed today, the cloudy grey sky and ice on the trees matched daisys mood. she hadn’t seen tom in two weeks, he hasn’t even been at the college. he’s just been sending us work through our lap tops, she felt like she was going crazy.

she knocks on the door, feeling nervous her heart racing. tom opens the door, dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants, he looks like he just woke up.

“morning,” he says, his voice gruff and cracked. she felt weak in the knees even after a simple word. her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. he smirks, his hair a messly long. he stretches, while yawning his hoodie lifting up, his lower toned abdomen exposed. daisys eyes travel downwards, she felt her mouth go dry.

“daisy, it’s too cold for flowers. your cheeks and nose is so red,” he says, a soft smile on his cheeks. his hand reached out for hers, she reached her arm out her fingers grabbing his hand.

he pulls her into the warm apartment, pulling her into him. he kisses her, hard. she can’t help but let a noise in surprise, she then kisses them back. his hands tangled into her waves. her hands gripping his hoodie, they disconnect breathing heavy as they both pull off their hoodies. their lips reconnect again, his rough hand gripping her left breast his tongue softly gliding over her hard bud. their lips fighting against each other, she moans into his mouth. he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, their tongues wrestle. her hand reaches into his pants, grabbing his hard member. he groans into her mouth, his hand playing with her bud still. he pulls away and picks her up shoving her into the front door, he rips her leggings she lets out a loud gasp. he pulls down his pants, and spits in his hand before jerking off slowly before positioning him at her hole. he slowly enters her, her mouth falls into a ‘o’ shape. tom admires her as he slowly inserts himself inside of her. her pink lips falling open and her eyes squeeze shut.

“been thinkin about you the whole time. i’m surprised i didn’t see you sooner baby,” he moans, before pulling out and sliding all the way in again. she screams, tom moans as her tight gummy walls accept him.

“you feel so fuckin good,” he moans, his hips going at a steady pace. both of his hand cupping her fleshy ass, daisy moans a response. her nails digging into his biceps.

“fuck- tom i’ve missed you,” she cries out, her head hitting the wall with a thud. tom lets a out a laugh, and she begins to laugh to. his thrusts slow down, before he completely stops. daisy lets our a sad moan.

“don’t stop, please,” her hands stroking his toned arms. he nods with a small smirk before, continuing harder and faster. his hard dick inside of her, filling her up completely tapping her cervix.

“oh fuck,” she whimpers, he groans throwing his head back. his hips relentlessly pounding into hers. daisys eyes screw shut tightly as she begins to feel close.

“my pretty, sweet daisy. such a good girl, taking my cock so so well,” he coos to her, she whimpers as she begins to clench around him. he groans speeding up, before they both cry out loudly.

“oh fuck- daddy- fuck,” she moans out, a loud pornographic moan as tom moans, her name leaving his lips many times.

“my good girl, how i’ve missed you,” he says, collapsing onto her. his forehead against hers, she breathes heavily as she gives him a sweet kiss.

“i’ve missed you, so much.”’

[unicornsaures]

Post-war redcoat trio lore....

tw // death, overdose(sorry guys)

This is mainly William & Henry focused. I fear theyre more tragic than Charles.

Starting with Charles(the least depressing one I fear) he goes back to Pennsylvania to live with his wife, Charlotte, by 1781. He goes to law school late, but eventually becomes a lawyer, which out of the three, means he stays in touch with Hamilton the easiest. He stays a loyalist despite the wars end, but he doesnt hold it against the colonies or anything. He stays in contact with Henry and William the best he can, but the letter-sending is a hassle and he rarely receives response.(Whether that be because letters are lost or the two are just plain ignoring him who knows.) He eventually has two kids; Charles Gray II and Marceline Gray ^_^! Overall his life post-war is fine and he lives a fulfilling life, which brings us to 1825 when he dies at the age of 72 due to scarlet fever. He was happy overall and he loved life idk what to say, yay charles!

Onto William! He moves to South Carolina with Henry around the same time Charles leaves to go with his wife. They own a small plantation which in truth is closer to a farm if anything; by no means are they rich but theyre not struggling or anything. He attempted to court some women the first couple years back but ultimately gave up and decided it was too much of a hassle and that either way Henry is better company than any women could possibly be. William keeps in contact with Charles the best he can, Hamilton not so much. Though, during the war he'd been shot numerous times, most wounds being left untreated so hes stuck with chronic pain and a weakened immune system. This means for post-war William, his health is kind of shitty and he gets sick more often, leaving him bed ridden for days to weeks at a time. William mostly keeps to himself if he ever has to go out and leaves Henry to do most of the talking because god knows that even if hes "crude," Henry isnt nervous to talk. By late-1794, William catches influenza. His immune system is already awful, but not awful enough he dies quickly. Henry tries his best to care for him but its not enough, and by 1995, at the age of 40, he ends up passing from the illness.

Yeah okay, Henry! This is where the TW comes in. So, I mentioned a lot of his post-war situation in williams paragraph. They move in together, they have a plantation, theyre happy yeah! Woo! Okay, now he does get in a few relationships - the longest being two years from 1785 to 1787 - but none of them last longer. He falls in and out of depression with his constant worrying over Williams health, but its hidden well enough. Speaking of, he becomes rather talented medically-wise with how often hes tasked with caring for the other. He keeps in touch with Hamilton better than William, and he also still speaks with Charles, as is customary. Im just gonna jump to 1794, when williams health starts declining. Obviously, its a stressful period for Henry and he does his hardest to help him but clearly, it doesnt work. He has near run-ins with death for months after Williams death, hes being overall impulsive and acting erratically(as is expected, I suppose.) He drinks, does dumb shit, etc. Eventually, 6 months after William, he dies from an opium overdose at 38 in which is never confirmed if it was suicide or simply an accident. Neither Charles or Hamilton hear of either deaths until months later, when Henrys dad reaches out.

[definitelynotshouting]

HELLO WE ARE SO BACK‼️‼️

"he giggles breathlessly. “It— it’s totally true! You are— I dunno how to say this, mate, but y— you are kind of a mess right now.”

As if that isn’t common knowledge, churning like smoke in the gutters of this room. As if the sweet, honeyed remnants of Mumbo’s apprehension don’t still tug at his teeth, cloying the inside of his mouth; as if the mere act of swallowing won’t tear wide the depthless gorge of his trembling stomach. As if the very house of cards damming up his self-control are made from nothing more than spun-sugar and glass."

Oof. Ouch. I imagine this feels like a betrayal to Grian. He's tried SO hard, over so many years (does this universe measure time in years?), to have those efforts reduced (however unintentionally) in this way must feel like such a massive punch to the gut.

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"“Do— do you have to?” he asks before he can stop himself, and each word lands as a pathetic flop in between them."

I say smtg about this later on so Ill put this [💫] here to link the two but im not gonna repeat it cause it's basically the same thing except I think it hits harder with the other one.

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"What is the definition of better? ... Better had been less than a lie. Better had been a pipe dream."

Wow this entire section HURTS. Not only does it refer to Grian's broken promises 'Ill do better, I wont make another one, Ill be a better friend', but also to the constant battle against his nature. Ill feel better after this prank, after MCC, after a life game. And it NEVER working. The combination of these things, the belief that the life and relationships Grian's built are like a stump rotting away from the inside out until it's hollow and empty, a one-sided and meaningless promise that he can never keep no matter how hard he tries.

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"Each lie costs him, a point of bubbling, bloody friction for the matchbox that forms the roof of his mouth— but he can keep what comes out of it clean."

I REALLY love the "matchbox" metaphor. Every word out of his mouth has the chance to start a blaze. The promises he could never keep, to Pearl, about the games and feeding on his friends. His words are destructive, they are meaningless and will only end up hurting everyone he's ever cared about. Sure, he can try to keep it "clean", but what does that even entail? AND, the part about it "costing him"-- he knows what his friends feel and whether they believe him or not. There is the knowledge that he will have to betray their hope, as well as as Grian's belief that that IS the better option.

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"And Grian—

— breathes."

Wouaghkdh the finality of this line. The weight within that pause. How it somehow both foreshadows his suicide attempt with the break between "Grian" and "breathes", and the very continuation of this line insinuating the continuation of his life.

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"Grian drags in another rattling inhale, dips his gaze to the floor, and croaks: “Sounds like a plan to me.”

A starburst bloom of warmth perfuses the air in response, burnt-sugar-cinnamon that blisters the roof of Grian’s mouth."

The brief "starburst" of hope from Mumbo AHH. The false belief that Grian wants to or will try to get better, and the way Grian can taste his hope, and KNOWS it's misplaced. The way it's Grian's words that cause this hope, the "burn[]" and "blisters" calling back to the "matchbox" metaphor!!!!

Also your constant referral to foods and taste like "sugar-cinnamon", "spun-sugar", "balanced between precarious teeth", idk if it's correct to call it an extended metaphor considering its allusions to how Grian eats but i really enjoy it.

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"For one breathless, ephemeral moment, Mumbo does not cross that lightless threshold."

FUCK :(

[💫] <- the link!! Ok theres a few things that really get me with this. For starters, theres the obvious: after Mumbo leaves Grian will have to confront his choice. He has been allowed to ignore it (somewhat) until now, in the immediate hours following stealing the spiders eyes, he has had a distraction. After Mumbo leaves, his fate is sealed. Now, with that theres the underlying guilt and fear (Mumbo moving into the "lightless threshold" is a Bad Thing, and is a metaphor for death in itself, just channelled through Mumbo). Lastly, it kind of reminds me of that frame of mind you get into when youre in this state; the way you start to belief that killing yourself will be better for your loved ones, because you wont be able to hurt them. It's interesting to me how in a sense, this mentality sort of palms off responsibility? If that makes sense? As in, inflicting your beliefs about yourself into those around you, because it gives that negative spiral a substance higher than yourself. In that way, I can see how Grian would see Mumbo leaving the room as a kind of 'permission,' for lack of a better word.

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"His skin buzzes at the contact; they lay in the meat of his palm with the heavy, solid mass of reinforced deepslate, a desolate heft that, somehow, holds far more reality in the reborn light of day than they ever did in flickering lamplight."

Theres an interesting juxtaposition here between the artificial lamplight and natural sunlight. In terms of the latter, I imagine that in the light of the last ever morning he gets to see, his choice seems far more real.

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"He’s never been more grateful to greet the sun."

Man this is one hell of a closing line. I am in distress!! There are two layers of this line to me: the first is the continued thread of Grian's frenzied glee at getting to die where the sun rising = the final day he will have to live. The second one is the emotion that undercuts that. The fear and horror of simply ending. In that sense, this line feels along the lines of not taking any living moment for granted. Yes, he wants to die, but he gets to see the sun one last time, who wouldn't be grateful for that?

GODS!!!! WE ARE SO BACK, SUN ANON YOU NEVER MISS!!!!! This is so crazy gratifying to see you pick apart my work and unravel all the careful choices ive made-- im so so SO pleased you caught the way all those death metaphors are being channeled THROUGH Grian's perception of Mumbo here!!!! In a meta sense, it really is a way of palming off the responsibility of his own death-- he absolutely viewed Mumbo leaving as both permission and proof that he can go along with his plan. Sort of a last confirmation, almost, even subconsciously.

Gods i have so many thoughts about the "And Grian— / — breathes" line and i think whats funniest about it is that this was one of the last changes i made to the chapter!!! I think i mentioned in a previous ask about how i struggled hard with that paragraph but once i put those em dashes down, it just all slotted together so perfectly. There really is something about the finality of it, about how this is Grian letting go and Mumbo cant even see it because of how both Grian, the unfamiliar situation, and Mumbo's own lowkey willful ignorance have so thoroughly masked it. Im really glad you liked my choice there, and im utterly enamoured with what youve said about the foreshadowing!!! I'll admit that wasnt intentional, but now that youve said it i CANNOT stop thinking about it and the symbolism of it all AUGH

The lamplight vs daylight motif here is, to me, really all about how things done at night just feel so much more ephemeral than when theyre done in the light of day. Like its almost easier to maintain some distance, when its night-- theres a ready made buffer RIGHT THERE in the form of darkness, and that makes everything feel liminal, detached, without true weight. How many stories involve doing something impulsive in the middle of the night, or the very very early morning?? I feel like if we sat down and really counted, that concept would pop up a lot more than any of us would expect.

And in direct contrast to that, the sun just burns false pretenses away. Things feel more concrete, have more weight to them, have immediate and visible consequences. Im unsure of how directly this came across, but i very deliberately started stripping Grian's facade down as the sun rose-- the fact that he only truly admitted what hes going to do in such plain language to himself when the sun was fully blazing through his window was not an accident >:]

tbh, a lot of my writing is linked to portrayals of light-- i use it pretty shamelessly to set mood and to carry intentions across without directly stating them. I think one of my fave sentences is about how the light turned "matte, steely blue" at one point, during the conversation where Mumbo is saying he has to leave. Its a deliberate transition point both narratively, metaphorically, AND physically-- and its when you really see Grian start to think hard about what hes doing here. IDK I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AKDJWKDNWKEK i love love love the transitive properties of illumination in narration and what it can do to a scene on so many levels SDJFBEKJDJS

Anyway sun anon this was so wonderful to read and i am looking at you like this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you SO MUCH for sending your thoughts i loved reading them!!! And im so so happy you liked the chapter :DDD thanks again for the ask, its always so good to see you in my inbox!!!

[hawkogurl]

I'll probably have more to say about this later bc I'm going to sleep soon, but I feel like, you, oliveroctavius, me, and a few other people are like the small minority I've seen anywhere who actually criticize TASM for the eugenics and ableism, and it honestly floors me that no one talks about it when it's so blatant and tumblr loves bringing up disability and ableism otherwise? Like, it's not even a case of how everyone has valid differing opinions and needs/wants when it comes to how the vast range of disabled experiences should be approached in fiction and there's nuance in how to do even tricky, but real experiences like grief and loss - we're talking about a film series where an antagonist meant to be sympathetic makes a speech about disability being a weakness of humanity that must be genetically eradicated to strengthen it (which is never deconstructed or challenged) and has no other characterization beyond sad amputee whose only interest for a decade is his missing arm, and where Peter is some kind of genetic chosen one whose Good Genes give him cool powers, and the whole mess with Harry.

The few other times on tumblr I've seen it brought up is to like, woobify (internalized) ableism even though the films go way beyond realistic personal struggle and straight into eugenics, and as someone with a Lizard niche in the Spidey fandom, I'm floored at how everywhere else, I keep seeing the TASM version of the character topping best adaptation discussions by a huge margin compared to way better takes with zero references of the ableism (this was not the case even a few years ago, idk what happened), and you can correct me on this if I'm wrong bc you would know more about the Harry side of things than me, but I feel like TASM!Harry used to be very popular and be moved, at least until MSM2017 and Insomniac came along.

Hi sorry my brother just graduated college. Anyways, in regards to the Harry side of things, I think a lot of the ableism SHOULD be pretty obvious, but apparently it’s not considering how little critical thought there is with all these villains. There’s the good genes bad genes eugenics of Harry wanting Peter’s blood to cure himself and then it doesn’t work because the spider only worked with Peter’s “good genes” (I don’t care about their in canon excuse, it still buys into this trope) and it reacted so badly with the TERMINALLY ILL CHARACTERS “bad genes” that he turned crazy and evil. And that’s ignoring my general distaste for disability or “insanity” being used primarily as a source of fear for the good, noble, and of course able bodied protagonists.

Something that’s also pretty weird that nobody mentions is the fact that like, Electro in these movies just HAD to talk to nothing. Normally it wouldn’t bother me as much or I might be willing to give it a pass, but it’s these movies, which just love to make their disdain for disabled people clear, so it comes off as super bad taste.

Like… I’m only scratching the surface. Why are there three people who consistently point out how ableist these movies are? Especially when as you said, tasm Harry is pretty popular! Ignoring my beef with him as a Harry Osborn, it’s so odd to me because so much of that is either like, sort of romanticizing his chronic illness and breakdown or getting off on that ableist insanity I mentioned earlier.

And when you bring it up, people get SUPER defensive. I don’t know if like, the amount of invalid criticism just makes people defensive or if it makes people think there’s NO valid criticism but like… these movies aren’t bad for the reasons you think. The issues they have are like… the writing saying that eugenics is cool and fun alongside generally iffy writing.

[skybristle]

Someone somewhere is evil, why, how

Was it maw?? Idk I got bad memory

Explain

I will be watching

rbs > likes

I hesitate to call anyone evil because they all just kinda have their own crazy interlocking mental illnesses that drive them to do terrible things to and with eachother. that said. YEAH MAW IS. I could argue Starlight is the main perpetrator becayse maw wouldn't have hurt another iterator without her influence butttt you asked about maw so I will respond.

maw, even for an iterator, has a hell of a God complex going on. immense greed and solitude driving her to maintain the cult of her colony. she was actually a very generous god, if ruthless, but Hella xenophobic to both other iterators whom she considered lowly in comparison to her divine splendor and also anyone trying to immigrate into her colony as it upsets her sense of control.

this is. uhm. kind of a problem since around when she's built is when the great equalizer really hits full force and ancient kind is scrambling for any space avaliable. ash is a clusterfuck ATM, sparks is full, and maw has used her puppet admin to close immigration. and their group is fairly isolated. so. like. yikes ! they start scrambling for space on sparks and keep building on top of her, and at some point have to expand horizontally and extend her structure. sounds cool! except when you consider theyre doing the construction while she's fully awake, the extra processing power is overclocking and overstimulating the shit out of her, all while she's trying to tend to a mega colony. it's fucking hell and she begs ash to do something to get maw to share the burden, anything to make it stop. and. hold on I wrote a broadcast abt this

so maw basically says "L get fucked" because she refuses to submit to lower gods who can't even control their people. this kind of is the root of all of sparks trauma and hrr eventual actions against her and ash but this is abt maw.

after mass ascension... she kinda has a crisis because. no worshippers! so naturally she creates purposed organisms to inhabit her can. however it eventually goes arwy and they start ripping eachother apart. and maw just finds this cathartic and is like 'oh really? let me show you real carnage' and just keeps bioengineering more insane shit. in her own little bubble ignoring everyone 'below her' for a very long time. hypocritically she also fucking hates sparks soo much for her false seniority and her superior power [from the expansion maw directly caused....] and other things but. that doesn't really matter until later and sparks is terrified of her so they don't interact.

this is a side point but the gladiator campaign happens somewhere around here. Hella busted slugcat in her brutal can who must impress her to escape. they end up 'fightinf' her [trying to survive her boss fight long enough] and they're the one to bite and break her antenna LOL

until.... overseers of pale pink manage to squeeze through her can, and, eventually, Starlight reaches her and speaks of her [and whispers] work to get them off the string. u see maw wouldn't care but both of them are soo vulnerable and just ripe for the taking! and God is she desperate to fufill her complex. they mainly want her help for the ability to bioengineering to break iterator internals, most primarily the arm to free the puppet. so maw makes them kneel and beg for divine aid [or starlight anyways. yes it is as homoerotic as you imagine]. they kind of drive whispers away and just loop into eachothers worst desires. driving starlight deeper into her irrational and desperate impulses and maw deeper into violence and wrath rather than godlike benevolence. maw basically loaded starlights gun and gave her threats to remove herself from her structure credence.

so eventually they turn on whispers, who's fallen out of use to them and is already growing more fearful and growing wise. the final catalyst is them spotting colorburst being sent to ash as an attempt to wake him and invoke his seniority to stop them by whispers.

maw sends the purposed organisms she designed to whispers can and they rip their puppet free. against their will. but they get the chance for one final scream, an emergency broadcast that becomes complete pandemonium for their group...

anddd I'll cut it there. more questions r welcome but this post is getting Hella long