#like man. i should have realized that it's not a good idea when im barely even awake.

[rottingcompost]

had like the worst store-related experience today when at the store so it took like an hour for me to finish because i was so messed up. never going to the store again when extremely hung-over on my sleeping medication ever again

[mywritersmind]

MESSY - LN4

pt.1

summary : After a steamy night together, neither Y/n or Lando expected to see eachother soon. Well, when they find eachother in the paddock and come to the realization that Y/n is a Piastri and Lando is Oscar’s teammate… things get interesting.

listen up : pt.1 bc i had an idea and wanna wait for baku to happen for pt.2! Piastri!sister. Mentions of sex.

word count : 562

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When I entered the paddock with my brother this morning, I expected to not know anyone. Yet when I turn around and my eyes are set upon a man in the same papaya orange that Oscar wears, My jaw drops.

“This is the media pen.” Oscar whispers in my ear as we stand in the back, “Never been on this side.” then, just like that, my fear comes true. He points at him, “That’s Lando- my teammate!”

“Lando?” I repeat because I'm in such a shock that I can’t say anything else.

“Mhm. You’ll like him.” Oh yeah, he has no idea how much. Maybe enough to fuck him!? God what kind of sick joke is this!?

Lando’s eyes stray from the reporter for one second, but it’s enough for his eyes to find me. He does a double take. He looks as shocked as I feel.

Seeing the guy who I hooked up with after meeting for five minutes in a dark club four days ago was NOT on my to do list today!

He pulls his eyes away and looks back at the reporter. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

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“What the hell?” Lando managed to corner me after my brother left me in hospitality, “What the actual hell?” I mentally groan, not wanting to deal with this.

“I feel the exact same!” My hand goes to my curled hair, “Lando Norris? Seriously!?”

“You think that’s crazy? You’re my teammate's bloody sister!” he looks nauseous, “How did you not know who I was?”

We didn’t exchange names. We were both tipsy, could barely see with those damn strobe lights, then were blinded by lust- apparently!

I roll my eyes, “Oh please, not everybody knows you.”

“No.” He grits his teeth together, “But you should! Haven’t you seen photos? You’re telling me you have never seen Oscar and I together?”

I groan, “I don’t have social media! I watch F1 for Osc and you all have helmets on! Fuck this is messy.” I always skipped the media parts and Oscar doesn’t talk much about his job when he’s home.

We’re in Baku this weekend, I may have gone out alone and found comfort in a random guy. That same random guy made out with me in a corner and took me to his hotel after.

I groan, “Oscar can NOT know about this!”

“No shit!” Lando shakes his head, taking a breath before looking at me again, “I’m sorry… Im not upset. I mean, how could I be after our night?” He laughs to himself but my face remains flat, “I’m stressed this weekend.”

I sigh, flattening my nice black dress, “It’s okay. Neither of us knew.”

He looks pained again, “I can’t believe you are his sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raise a brow skeptically.

“You’re just…“ He tries to find the words, “hot?”

I laugh, placing my hands on my hips, “Good to know you like one thing about me.”

“Trust me love, I like many things about you.” I punch him in the arm.

“Hush up!” I shake my head, “Makes sense that you’re a driver though.”

“Oh?” He crosses his arms. God his arms.

“It explains the stamina.” I shrug and walk away.

“Just because you’re his sister doesn’t mean I’m not up for another round!” I flip him off.

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AHH Hello!!! I absolutely love your writing, it’s so good!!!!

I was wondering…

Y/n always wear a mask to conceal her identity, in hopes the 141 doesn’t find out that Makarov is her father!!

141 had captured Makarov for interrogation, and y/n is there. As the interrogation continues, they start to notice that y/n and Makarov know each other, by the subtle little informality they spoke to one another. And the truth starts to come out, little by little!!!!

✎ tysm i love you :(( i absolutely love this idea the angst potential is just *chef's kiss* i'm sorry this one took like over a month to make oops, also i tried to keep personal details abt the reader as vague as possible, pls let me know if there's something i can fix!!

✎ tags: female reader, military reader, major daddy issues, violence, mentions of blood, hurt/barely any comfort if at all, not proofread im too cool for that,

✎ word count: 2,704

the silence in the cold, gray interrogation room was so thick that you were choking on it. you knew you had just fucked up, badly.

you had done so well so far, too. you're fabricated identity had fooled everyone. the name you had chosen stuck, and no one ever noticed your old one threatening to jump from your mouth when you introduced yourself. you always kept the childhood memories and little anecdotes vague. you stuck to your rehearsed lines better than a world-famous actor. you did every single thing right.

and now, here he was, your own blood, fucking it all up for you, again.

technically, he had made you fuck it up for yourself. it was just how makarov worked; he was a spider weaving a web in the corner, watching, waiting. this man, your supposed father, didn't know anything real about you. he didn't know you as a father should know his daughter. but he knew which buttons to press.

he only knew what to say to you when it would allow him the opportunity of watching you fall a little deeper towards rock bottom.

you knew that the room had cameras covering every square inch, and the microphones ensured that you're accidental admission to your heritage was heard by your entire task force.

there was a red hot pit opening inside of you, caving your insides in like a black hole and threatening to consume your entire being. it was rage, you realized. something you only ever seemed to feel in the presence of one person.

you briefly considered killing him, right there and then. was this really the straw that broke your back? it truly was just another thing to add to the list. you had known he would do this.

no, you were angry at yourself.

on the other side of the door, the four men of the 141 task force were all stood still in shock. what the hell did you just say?

none of them wanted to believe it. they especially didn't want to admit that it made sense. you had done a fucking fantastic job of hiding it, they'll admit that, but even you couldn't hide everything.

price saw the way you tensed when you were passed laswell's photo of makarov in the bar, after you had all put an end to hassan's plan. he saw the way you dropped it and slid it to the next person quickly, as if touching the picture had burned your fingertips.

soap had asked you if you were okay more than once during the plane ride to russia. you were so restless, so different from your usual grounded self. you just said you were having some flying anxiety. he felt stupid now for writing it off so easily.

and kyle, the first one to trust you (and to even really talk to you), he had seen the anger sparking off of you while you shot your way through the tower to get to makarov. floor after floor, bullet after bullet, you had paved a path of blood through the mercenaries. he wondered if someone else had taken your mask and gear and was pretending to be you.

simon saw the fear in you when you all got to the last door. you had been so quick in your endeavor to get here, but he saw you hesitate to follow them in. he saw how you never took your wide eyes off of him, and how you stayed a few steps back, moving far out of the way when price began to escort him out in handcuffs.

and when they had asked you to go into the interrogation room, they all saw how you stopped breathing, and the sweat collecting on what little skin they could see above your mask. you had stuttered when you quietly agreed.

when you stepped into the room, makarov took one look at your eyes, and you knew he recognized you. no, he recognized the hatred. and it made him smile.

now, sitting in the cold metal chair, you realized that it wasn't just one mistake, but a series of them; you had let him unravel you, again. you understood, finally, that he saw you as he did everyone else. he saw you as someone that held him back.

part of you had always known, ever since you were young, still single-digits, and he would only visit you once every few months, if that. you had elected to ignore it. now you couldn't.

you couldn't move. behind you was the door that would lead you to the consequences of your actions. in front of you was the reason for those actions.

this is what you had wanted, wasn't it? it was like something snapped back into place, and you suddenly remembered that everything you had done up until now, every time you put the mask on before leaving your room, every lie you had told and every person you had killed had been to get you here. in front of your father. you remembered that the image of him with a bullet between his eyes was what kept you going.

if you killed him, would it finally absolve you? the gun on your hip felt twenty pounds heavier now. your fingers, folded together in your lap with a white-knuckle grip, felt like lead. would this sin make all the other wrongs right?

a tiny voice was telling you to just walk away, let the team's wrath come down on you and let them deal with makarov, but you had already thrown the table between you towards the wall, he was already on the ground with your hands wrapped around his throat.

you were yelling, no, screaming at him. all the compacted feelings from years and years of being as quiet as possible came up like vomit, spewing out in a mess that could never be cleaned up.

there were more than just makarov's hands on you, pushing and pulling you away from him and dragging you out of the room, kicking and screeching to let you just finally kill him, while two other blurry shapes hauled him back into his own chair.

the heavy metal door shut behind the two people practically carrying you, and they finally let you go. you stumbled a few steps away, whirling around for the next target of your fury.

your captain and lieutenant were standing in front of you, both tensed, waiting for you to do something. you couldn't exactly make out their faces- were you crying?

"what in the bloody hell just happened in there?" price snarled. it was the voice he used when he was face to face with his enemy.

"let me back in there." it was a demand. you needed to kill him.

"that's not gonna happen," simon barked. john and kyle had come out from the interrogation room to stand behind the other two men. "you need to explain, now."

they all stared at you with varying looks of anger and hurt. it wasn't the first time you'd ever had it directed at you, but this was somehow worse than all the others.

every cell in your body was shrieking at you to just run for the door, to somehow get through all four of these men, your teammates, your friends, and kill makarov. but their glares glued you to your spot.

"please-" your voice was trembling, years of grief and agony dripping from every word, "please, just let me kill him. you have to let me kill him." you spoke slowly and quietly, focusing on just trying to get the words out. you took a shaky breath and focused your eyes on a muddy bootprint on the floor. you didn't want to see the looks on their faces.

"you don't understand, you just- just let me back in there, please, i'll get whatever you need out of him, but he needs to die!" your voice was getting louder, and you briefly wondered if your father could hear you. "his men are probably already on their way here. don't you get it? if i don't kill him now, he will get out."

the men in front of you were more shocked now than anything at the change in your demeanor. you had been coined the "second ghost" throughout the units, partly for the mask, but also because of your detachment. you were kind, but you always held logic above emotion.

in front of them now was nothing short of a nervous wreck.

despite not moving, you were frantic. you were wringing your hands together, pressed tight against your stomach. your eyes darted from side to side, person to person, between them and the door to makarov.

price took a step forward and you took a step back. he was slow, bringing his hand up as if he were approaching a wild animal. if he was still angry, he was hiding it now.

"come on, kid, let's just get out of 'ere, eh? go somewhere away from him," he said lowly. the other three men watched tensely, not moving, but their hands still close to their guns. just in case.

"no, no- just let me- price, you need to let me back in there!" you were a broken record, you knew it, but there was nothing else to say, nothing else you could think about. this was what you had been waiting for, you were right where you had wanted to be for the past- how many years now? how long has he tormented you for now?

you could feel your father's presence in the next room like bugs crawling across your body. it made your head feel fuzzy and your hands shake. was it from rage or fear? you couldn't tell, so you chose the rage.

it was like bile stuck in your throat, all the pain makarov had caused you finally being unearthed. you wanted to throw it all up and spit it out onto him, lay your organs and hatred alike out on the table in front of him so he could see the decay. you wanted him to rot from the inside out like you had.

your eyes glanced at the door one last time before focusing on price. he was watching you, just a couple of steps in front of you now.

"let me back in there, john." it was a whisper, but still the steadiest thing you had spoken since they had dragged you out.

"no." he said your name quietly, and you heard it as the plea it was, but you're head decided it was done listening.

your body threw itself at him, swinging underneath his arms and onto his back to try and get him on the ground. the room exploded into yelling, and multiple pairs of hands were on you in an instant, hauling you off of price and forcing you face-down onto the ground with your hands behind your back.

cold metal latching around your wrists didn't stop your screaming and kicking, lashing out at the air around you. it didn't work well, because you were being hauled back to your feet and pushed into a separate interrogation room.

whoever was carrying you didn't bother with trying to attach your handcuffs to the table, basically throwing you in and slamming the door shut before you could get back on your feet.

outside the cell, the four men stood in silent shock. what was there to say, where would they even start? would they really be able to hear each other over your muffled screams to let you out?

you didn't know how long you had been in there once the door finally opens again, but you had stopped screaming and struggling to get out of the room. you had sat down at the table, your hands folded in front of you on the cold surface. you stared down at the blood beading and smearing around the handcuffs.

kyle squeezed in through the tiny amount he'd let the door open before he shut it quickly, keeping his eyes on you. you didn't look up, your red eyes staying fixed on one point even as he slowly moved closer. he followed them to see the red rings underneath the steel, and a pang of guilt squeezed his heart tight.

he sat down across from you, folding his hands in front of him on the table, mirroring you. you still hadn't looked up at him, or done anything to acknowledge his presence; you hadn't even moved.

"are you alright?" kyle implored. he kept his voice soft, bending over a little to try to look you in the eye.

it took you a few moments to respond; he almost started to think you didn't hear him before you opened your mouth slowly.

"is he dead?" you croaked.

kyle let out an audible sigh while he leaned back in his seat, bringing his hands up to drag them down his face.

"no, we still need him. you know that."

you didn't say anything after that.

after sitting in silence for two full minutes, he spoke up. "you realize not telling us about this makes you look really bad, yeah?"

"you don't trust me anymore?" you whispered it, like you didn't want him to hear and answer. you knew what he would say.

"you aren't making it very easy."

kyle wanted to trust you still. part of him was angry and confused as to why you had kept something like this from them. the other part, the bigger part of him, knew that you were on still on the same side of it all. and he knew the other three men felt the same, but they couldn't just dismiss this.

"we can work this out, ya' know. you just have to be honest with us," he added after you once again stayed silent.

"be honest?" you echoed. you finally looked up at him. "about what? you heard me. makarov is my father. i want him dead. that's all there is to say."

kyle took his turn to not speak, weighing your words, figuring out where to go from there.

"why didn't you tell us?" he finally asked.

you looked back down at your wrists. "if i had told you i was makarov's daughter before i joined the team, then all i would have ever been is makarov's daughter." you paused to take a deep, shaky breath. it was uncomfortable with your mask still on, wet with tears, but you refused to take it off, to give away the last piece of your identity that was still yours at the moment.

"it's something we should have known," he contended quickly. "we could have used the information you have-"

you cut him off, your eyes snapping back up to glare daggers at him. "you think i know anything more than you?" you barked. something between a laugh and a sob escaped your throat before you could continue. "i was eight years old the last time i saw him in person. i was raised by live-in nannies. he only visited, what, maybe twice a year? and i don't know why he even bothered, either."

your hands were clenched into tight fists, and the same sting that circled your wrists was appearing in your palms. you kept going though; you didn't know if you could stop now.

"every time i get somewhere, every time i start making a life for myself again, he fucks it all up. never showed his damn face, but it was him, it was always-" you finally cut yourself off, not wanting to drag more memories out from the dark.

"makarov may be my father, but i am not his daughter. i swear, kyle, i fucking swear it." you were pleading with him to believe you now. you needed them to understand.

you could see it in the way his eyebrows creased that he wanted to take your words as the truth. but he didn't say anything (what could he have said?).

the door opened once again, and price half-entered the room to wave kyle back out. he avoided your gaze, something he'd never done before. then you were alone again.

[knightobreath]

oliver's epic ii2 movie act 1 trailer analysis

ok so ! theres a lot. im going through it scene by scene

steve cobs KEEPS calling mephone. what the hell is his plan here. i would say mephone should just block his ass but i have a feeling that he is unable to. I predict that he's gonna have to answer at some point.

(also, i went and checked, but the sound that played is the same as the hang up sound from ep15)

also hotel oj party yayyy everyone gets to hang out and have some fun before everything goes to Shit!

this shot's just fucked up man. i don't think i need to explain what this parallels.

this is either a realization or someone walking in, and i think it's the latter because there's little build up. I cannot tell who it would be based on his reaction only, but it Would be someone in the hotel.

OR. what if it's another hallucination like with 4s in the iii finale? That would explain why there's no light from a door opening.

baseball was already upset before seeing taco & mepad

his reaction BARELY CHANGED when he did see them (the eyebag line showed up after he looked through the door)

mepad is comforting taco, who is likely worked up about you know. talking to pickle and mic

man i actually like the bullets format im going with this from now on

mic is happy! I don't have any predictions for the context of this scene

we're getting stuff on knife and trophy!

can't really extrapolate from this scene, hard to tell if trophy was throwing the can there on purpose or not.

test tube, fan, and paintbrush are going to play a very active role in the episode

As pointed out here, they're in the area that Paintbrush burned down in episode 12.

This area has a direct tie to Cobs with the painting, it's possible that they're trying to stop him on their own.

The device test tube is holding is a reused asset, and was both the time machine from episode 12 and the gem detecting device from episode 13. due to this reuse of the asset, we can't know for sure what it does here.

My prediction is that the device is being used to detect something meeple-related.

I'll note here that mephone is only shown inside of the hotel for the duration of the trailer, I believe that he might be hiding in there for most of this act while the contestants go out and actually try to fix things.

NOW THIS IS INTERESTING. Knife and suitcase are traveling in the Grand Slams balloon from Theft and Battery.

Since it's only the two finalists, this could be a part of the final challenge.

Hot air balloons in ii have only been used twice. once in theft and battery to get to mecloud, and once in the great bluish bake-off to get to the end of the desert.

I predict that because of cobs's importance to the plot of this episode that this balloon is going to mecloud, although I'm not entirely sold on the idea.

I predict that this goes before the scene where they're outside of the hotel.

tt and pb have an idea! and they're confident in it.

Judging by paper's expression, this was brought on by something Not Good Happening.

blah blah somehow i connect this to meeple shenanigans okay moving on

simple! suitcase and knife entering the hotel

hi lightbulb

Cobs is PERSISTENT. voiceover backs this up

He must call mephone a lot during the episode

Mephone is clearly running off so people don't see him constantly receiving these calls. i bet hes having a complete crisis over it. panic attack

I predict that as the justification because hotel OJ seems to be a relatively safe space. Theres a total horror to it, a looming danger only one person can really see. He's being hunted down in the middle of a party.

I predict that Cobs's presence in this episode is mostly through this looming horror.

Then there's the flashback of episode 15 with mepad being mad at mephone, voiceover is mephone asking mepad for help, and i'll take a break from dissecting visuals for a sec

MEPHONE: We can't escape him this time! MEPHONE: You have to help. MEPAD: We no longer work together. MEPHONE: Then, don't do it for me.

The voice lines may be put together from other parts of the episode

ehehe i get to talk about mepad. Okay

Mepad not working with mephone extends beyond the show. He actually just doesnt want anything to do with him anymore. oh my god

listen. i would write a whole essay about mepad and mephone rn But i have more scenes to get through.

mephone being the one guy that mepad refuses to help anymore is sending me Dude you fucked this up bad. you ruined your relationship with the one guy whos willing to help literally anyone. but it also shows how out of depth he was coming back from iii because his previous development is not helping him with his mental health this fucked

the "don't do it for me" is said over a scene showing all of the hotel oj guests implying that mepad should do it for everyone else. while this is definitely true i think mepad should also just do it for himself. please. please have mepad start doing things for himselffffffffff PLEASE

I'll touch on this more as i go through the visuals

taco knocking on pickle's door. it's happening chat

and i think he saw her

judging by the eye height though? I'm not actually sure. Taco isn't that tall, so either he sees Mepad or someone/thing else. Most likely has to do with taco though.

off topic but does oj seriously decorate his hotel's walls with images of cups and oranges. someone get this guy an interior decorator PLEASE

Don't have much to say here. not much is happening and there doesn't seem to be any implications with this bit.

whys paper so mad at those hats

off they go!

i bet these two will be running around in the background of everything a lot.

likely not using mepad's teleportation because it's flashy and noisy, which doesnt work well for stealth.

everyone's here! except for nickel, who doesnt show up at all in this trailer. don't know what to say about that.

salt also isnt in this particular shot, but she was at the party in another shot earlier.

Oh and mephone. He's probably stepping outside to take a call hehehehehehehehehehehe

pickle also isn't here, but i expect he's either avoiding the party for some reason or preoccupied with a certain sideplot. Or both.

ANIMATION ERROR SPOTTED!!!! BOMB IS ON A LAYER BELOW TROPHY!!!!!

everyone seems to be having such a nice time enjoying themselves! it would be a shame if something horrible were to happen and several characters were to permadie

*cough*but of course that wouldnt happen. Um

the final shot of the trailer is mepad

i love mepad

i hope he doesnt die

this means hes gonna have another big role in an episode...

it seems a lot of the plot is gonna hinge on the decisions made by mepad. specifically if he's gonna help mephone or not

okay I'm tired. i may add more later. WAIT my final thoughts,

BIG PREDICTION: Mephone will try to hide the cobs calls at the party but will get found out. When he's found out various characters (including tt pb and fan as shown earlier) will try to help in some way. This is act 1, so a lot of stuff will be set up but there wont be any big deliveries.

Mepad will play another big role.

Taco WILL talk to pickle.

Any big deaths, especially permadeaths, will either happen right at the end of this act or in a later act altogether.

more toilet. please animaitonepic Please show us toilet again. i have hope since we saw the ep12 challenge area.

this party is not ending well.

i need to rewatch season 1 i barely remember it

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.4)

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  After a long night, and waking up with a raging hangover, Ellie comes to your aid.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Mostly fluff this chapter, sub!reader, dom!ellie, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, biting, bruising, hangover, pills, taking pills

Author's Notes: this definitely isn't my favorite chapter ever, i have pretty bad writers block (i much prefer making audios, but I really want to improve my writing.) with that being said i still hope you guys enjoy it. <3 some more fluff and lovey dovey stuff. I love teasing (but caring) Ellie so much. I just know she so full of sarcasm but like insanely protective and caring. UGHHHHH shes so real to me :( I think (dont quote me on this) the next chapter will have an audio! I have some fun ideas!!!! Eeee <3 anywho if youre reading this ilysm and i appreciate you 

Part 3

Part 5 (WITH AUDIO)

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Hands gripping sheets, white knuckles. All I see is her. Her… Her name rolling off my tongue, I can't say it enough. 

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.

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My eyes drift close as the current carrying my body resides, leaving me sensitive and aching in its wake. Heaving breaths fill the silence, hers and mine. Synchronated. 

I feel her fingers as they brush a hair out of my face.  And I look up to meet her gaze, a thank you in my eyes. A finally in hers.  

“What the fuck?” she says, lips lifting into a smile, shaking her head slightly.

“What the fuck!” I return, matching her expression. My voice shakier than hers. We laugh at the precarious situation beneath us. My arms shift to cover my bare chest. My cheeks a bright shade of crimson, replaying the events in my mind. Ellie sits up, the warmth of her knee leaving me. I watch as she leans over the side of the bed and grabs my shirt, tossing it to me before turning to grab her own. I pull it over my head, and flinch slightly as it scratches over my tender breasts. 

“You good?” she asks me with a smirking sideways glance as she pulls the black tank on. I chuckle.

“Umm.. yeah you could say that.” hands fidgeting in my lap. My eyes shoot up to her suddenly, brow furrowed. “Should I..” my gaze drifts to her hips, “Do.. do you want to?” I sigh, she smiles. “I feel bad.” She looks at me with amusement.

“No. I’m fine. Watching you was enough.”

“Jesus Christ Ellie,” I say, averting my gaze. Not hiding the effect of her words on me. She laughs at me. “Don’t fucking laugh, im trying to be.. Like.. accommodating or some shit.” 

“Accommodating?” she raises her brows at me. 

“I don't know man, I've never done this shit before,” Rolling my eyes. She squints at me.

“You've never.. Do you mean like.. With a girl?” she questions. My eyes widen when I realize the information I shared. 

“No! I- I mean, technically yeah.. but like its..” her eyes widened at me. “I mean I haven't with a guy either.. I just..” STOP TALKING! “It's not like it's the first time I’ve.. You know..” I stumble over my words, unable to stop my babbling.

“Came?” She raises a brow. I gape at her. “I’d sure hope not. That shit’d be bad for your health.” she says smiling. I glare at her. 

“Fuck off” she smirks, standing. She paces to the kitchenette in the corner and starts opening cabinets. “What are you doing?” She pulls out a glass.

“Getting you some water. It's been a long night.” she says, filling the glass from my sink, bringing it to me. 

“Aftercare? Who knew you were such a gentleman?” I take it from her, gulping it down. I didn't realize how parched I was.

“Did you expect anything less?” She sits next to me, the bed shifting at her weight. I meet her smirk.

“So.. you said I have no idea how long you've wanted this.. Me..” I say looking into her. 

“Well I..” her turn to be flustered. “I didnt know you wanted me… you know… in the same way. I mean don't get me wrong, I saw how you watched me in class,” I blush at this, “but I figured it was just in a weird ‘I like drawing so I observe everything’ sorta way I guess.”

“Ellie, I was totally checking you out.” I laugh. 

“Dude, I didn't even know you were into girls. You look like so straight.” 

“I look straight?”

“Yeah, you do.” She says matter of factly. 

“Hmm. Funny. Did I still look straight while I was on top of you?” I raise my brows, “Under you?” my confidence ebbing and flowing, dependent on her own. She rolls her tongue over her teeth.

“Debatable.”

“There's no winning with you, is there?”

“I'm hard to beat.”

“I'd like to take that challenge.” a moment passes us. I don't want it to end.

“It's really late,” she sighs. 

“Shit,” I say looking at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 2:47 AM.

“I'm gonna head back to my place, I don't want my bike to get towed.” I feel a small pang of disappointment. 

“Yeah, no, that totally makes sense.” she starts putting her flannel back on.

“It seems a bit late to ask but, can I have your number?” She smiles at me.

“Mmm.. No. Sorry. I'm not into girls.” I tilt my head at her. She pokes her cheek with her tongue. I laugh, sticking my hand out. She gives me her phone and I put in my number. I stand up and give it to her, walking her to the door.

I watch her put her shoes on. “Get home safe,” I say leaning against the wall, crossing my arms. She gives me a sideways smile and in a split second she is gently grabbing my cheek and kissing me. Much softer than before.

“Bye.” 

I'm too flustered to respond before she leaves the door. Fuck me. I'm left standing there staring at the wall. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. Did that just happen? Oh my god. My hand shoots to my lips. My knees squeeze at the memory of her touch.  I sit here for a minute trying to process tonight's events. 

I need to go to bed, I tell myself trying to break the chain of my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and grab my face wash. I splash some cold water on my face and take a pump of the soap, scrubbing. I rinse it off and grab my towel blindly. I pull the towel down my face, finally looking myself in the eye until… my eyes dart to my neck. A FUCKING BITE MARK. I gape at it, already bruising. Part of me is mad that she would be so reckless, but the other is saying Hers. I'm marked as HERS.

I flop onto my bed, lying there. Wishing she was still here with me. My fingers drift to the mark, and push on it enjoying the dull pain. A reminder of her mouth on me, and a thought of the other places I would like it to be-

BUZZ

I shoot up looking for my phone, I grab it off the nightstand and check it anxiously.

I fumble with my phone, seeing the 8 missed calls. Shit. I had completely forgotten to tell her where I went. I press on the missed call and my phone starts dialing.

“Hello?”  she sounds upset.

“Hi!! Chloe i'm so sorry I-”

“Where the fuck are you? Dude I was scared shitless”

“I’m fine! I just got too drunk and a..” I look at my bed, where Ellie lounged earlier, “a friend took me home. It's fine!”

“Its not fucking fine,” she still sounds drunk, her words slightly slurring together “Seriously you didnt even tell me where you were going!”

“I tried! I couldn't find you!”

“Then you should've tried harder!”

“Maybe you shouldn't have left me in a house full of drunk men, did you think about that?” 

“Oh fuck off, youre a big girl. You couldn't be alone for 10 seconds?”

“Chlo-”

“You fucking ruined my night. I've sat here worried about you for the last hour, stressed out of my mind.”

“I understand, I'm sorry.” I say, resigned to the conversation. She's drunk, she doesn't know what she's saying.

CLICK

The phone hangs up and I stare at the now dim screen. I'm too tired to be upset, I'll talk to her later about everything. I fall into my pillow and pull a blanket over my legs. My mind is drained, the adrenaline of my high crashing into heavy eyes and deep breathing as I slip into sleep. 

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BUZZ

My eyes drift open, everything is blurry and way too bright. I squint as pain shoots through my skull. I definitely drank too much last night. I reach, patting my bed trying to locate my phone. Finally, when my fingers find it I roll onto my side to see who texted me. An unfamiliar number. Ellie.

I make my way, slowly, to the kitchen looking in the fridge. Eggs and milk. That's it. God, I need to go grocery shopping. I pour myself a cup of water and dig in my drawers until I find a small bottle of pills. I pop one while I walk back to my bed. Setting my cup down, I fall onto my mattress. I turn on a YouTube video and cover my head with a pillow. Trying to drown out the raging light. 

BUZZ

After not hearing anything for a while, I pressed the pillow back into my eyes and waited for the meds to kick in and take the edge off of my raging headache.

KNOCK KNOCK

My brow furrows against the cushion. 

KNOCK KNOCK

I groan and sit up, it must be the hall director checking in. It had been about a month since her last drop in so that would make sense. But god, bad timing. I sluggishly made my way to the door and swung it open. Green eyes met mine. 

“God you look awful.”

“Ellie!” Oh my god. I very quickly became aware of how disheveled I was. She walks by me, holding up a brown bag of food. 

“Cheeseburgers!” she announces, setting it down on the counter. I'm still at the door while my pained brain plays catch up. I finally make my way to her, she's pulling out loads of food and laying it all out. She hands me a wrapped burger,

“Eat.” she commands. 

“Umm Ellie.. I'm vegan.” I look at her with concerned eyes. Her face drops. My worried look shifts to humor as I laugh, “I’m fucking with you. You should've seen your face.” she furrows her brows at me, “God you're so cute.'' I say taking the burger. And striding to the bed. 

“That was mean.” 

“Was it? I thought it was pretty funny.” I sit on the bed. She grabs a burger too and sits next to me while I unwrap my own. It hit me all at once, my brain finally acclimating to the situation. I told her I didn't have anything, and she went out of her way. For me. My heart flutters.

“Thanks for this Ellie. I really appreciate it.”

“Is that one of your jokes too?” I nudge her with my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Ibuprofen, greasy burgers, and you? Shit, I'm not complaining” I say as I take a bite. She beams at me. Her smile is so beautiful. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

“Yeah!” she says, settling against my headboard, scooching closer so our shoulders touch. Butterflies flew through my shoulder into my belly where they fluttered happily. I turned on The Office and we sat there together, eating and laughing and comparing the characters to each other.

“You're definitely Dwight.” 

“That's so rude!” I smack her shoulder playfully. “If I'm Dwight then you’re Andy, and that is arguably worse.” I suggest.

“Ouch, that's just mean. At least Dwight is funny.” I raise my brows at her.

“You see my point!”

She bites her lip. “You're kinda cute when you're a smart ass.” I feel my cheeks turn pink. She notices and uses it as an opportunity to fluster me further, laying her hand on my upper thigh. My breath catches in my throat. She smiles at this, settling back to watch the show. My eyes are on the tv but my thoughts are stuck on her fingers, and the many places I wish they would be. I feel warmth grow as I think about her fingers on me. In me… Two can pay at this game.

I move closer to her, closing the space between us, laying my head on her shoulder. I put my hand on hers and start drawing lazy shapes on her knuckles. I see chills decorate her tattooed arm. Her hand squeezes my thigh ever so slightly, and I exhale a bit too loud. It's almost like I can see her ears perk up.  I see her eyes, in my peripheral vision, settle on my hand and trace up my body. 

“You're in the same outfit as last night.”

“Okay, Jesus, don't call me out like that.” I sigh. “I was too tired to change.”

She turns to meet my eyes and I notice a mischievous glint shine across them. “Do you wanna hop in the shower?” The butterflies that settled in my stomach migrate to the warmth between my legs. I sat there blind sided by her question. She liked to one-up me, and she's damn good at it. 

“Its okay if not,” she shrugs

“No!” my voice comes out a bit too high-pitched, I correct it, “I- if you want to, I'm okay with it.” she smiles before standing and walking towards my bathroom. I'm frozen to my mattress. She turns to me when she reaches the door and tilts her head at me, playfully.

“Are you coming?”

[ohbo-ohno]

Literal man hunt!!

Ghost and Soap who are protective of their land like they're Americans, literally guns everywhere and shooting anyone suspicious on sight because they have many enemies and a lot of people would love to kill them once they're retired.

But our girl literally just...got lost. She stumbled across their cabin like a baby deer because she is either got lost or was running from someone. It was the first time ever when Ghost missed a shot...and he is happy he did because now they have an adorable injured darling!!

Her leg is no good so they help her, get her treatment from a real doctor even but of course you have to stay with them, you're cold and hurt and delusional because you're their soulmate and their perfect little pet who can't even resist because they are providing food and shelter. Living cottagecore life with your two murderous husbands but you really don't want to be here.

And you want to ran away but you physically can't. Soap is constantly doting on poor us, supports us when we have to make food because they are horrible at it, Ghost is adoring the sight. Retirement is nice when you have a little pet near you.

Eventually they even force us help them with other victims!! Like cleaning the blood from Ghost and Soap in the shower, listen to their various hunting stories, hold the ammo for them once we can escort them in the forest.....the possibilities are endless. Other victims think we can help them, but we just cry and apologize over and over as Soap bashes their brains with an axe

being forced to help with their other victims... my guy you should read Brother by Ania Ahlborn, man is forced to help his serial killer family dispose of their victims

also below the cut i kinda barely touched on the concept you sent but it's so good and i had nothing to add im sorry :(

cw below for like... very light gore? description of murder fitting of a horror movie

wandering around lost through the woods and randomly getting fucking shot, only for someone to come running out of the trees and asking if you're ok??? has me going bonkers

also this is totally giving the most dangerous game so i present you: soap and ghost kidnap groups of people and hunt them for sport, but when you wake up they realize that they want you to stay alive. maybe soap pretends to be one of the victims, teams up with you to help you (help keep you alive) and herds you in the direction of their cabin without you knowing

you only realize what's going on when he slaughters another person, someone who wants to team up with you two. sure the way the new guy looked at you made you uncomfortable... but johnny split his head open with an axe when he reaches for you, splits him right down the middle and leaves you staring up at him, both of you covered in blood

and now what, right?

you learn you've been kidnapped to be prey in some sick bastard's idea of fun, and now the one man you thought might help you through this turns out to be that sick bastard?

and johnny's pretty pissed, he'd wanted to play along with you for a little longer :/ but that other motherfucker had forced his hand, had tried to touch you, and he couldn't just let that happen. and now you're screaming and crawling away from him, which is bullshit because he was literally protecting you

so now you've got pissy serial killer johnny, grabbing you by the elbow and dragging you behind him despite your best struggles, grunting and asking can you just fuckin' relax for a minute while you stare up at him like ?!?!!?!?!?!

anyway he drags you to where simon's been hunting the others, drops you at his feet and crosses his arms all angrily. ghost just raises an eyebrow, "i thought you wanted to play along with them this time?"

and johnny's pouty about it, damn near tapping his foot in complaint. "wanted to play along with her, but some bastard got touchy."

you manage to scramble away, get up and fucking sprint through the forest because oh my god the guy johnny took you to had a fucking crossbow, only to trip over a wire and end up locked in a net, six feet off the ground

and here comes johnny and ghost, sauntering out of the woods and looking up at you in the air. johnny laughs at you, and you're crying so hard you can hardly even see them

anyways, they leave you in the net while they deal with their other prey <3 come back for you at the end of the night and take you home with them

[oldiesstationlover11607]

black cat emo josh x golden retriever reader is a MUST pleasseee omg ^_^ same with the bishop!clancy x bandito reader.. YOUR IDEAS ARE AMAZING AAUUGHH like u ask us to request them when u have ideas and im just. PLEEEASSEEEE im on my KNEES begging. your writing ideas and imagines are SO GOOD!!!

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Gone - Bishop!Clancy x Bandito!Reader

Warnings: angst + bishop Clancy

Word Count: 2181

A/N: i've written the emo Josh x golden retriever fic already, but here's the bishop Clancy one! I've been too busy this week if I'm being honest. Hopefully I'll get more time to write in the next few weeks ;)

Clancy was at the front. Standing right next to Josh as the towers loomed like skyscrapers above us all. I felt sick to my stomach at the cold fire in his eyes–determination laced with something else, something darker. The red and gray mask was all that remained of the man I’d known, now transformed into a hollow emblem. Beneath it was a soul stripped bare, emptied by the knowledge of what this rebellion might demand from him. He stood there like a stranger, and I wondered if he even recognized me. We all knew the risk; the bishops were waiting, and the vultures had undoubtedly told them everything they needed to know. 

I’d tried to warn Clancy, begged him to reconsider, told him that Dema had become more twisted and unpredictable than before, but he’d ignored me, as he so often did. He just pressed his forehead against mine in that quiet way of his, with that look that said he was already too far gone, too committed.

It was always his way. That fierce certainty, the resolve to push on no matter what lay ahead, was what set him apart from the other banditos, what I’d admired in him from the start. But it was also what terrified me now. That night he’d left, just over three weeks ago, he’d promised me he’d come back, no matter what. He’d whispered it as we sat under a dark sky, a promise barely louder than a breath. He didn’t say it with any grand flourish; he never had. He said it like a fact, as if his return was as simple as the turning of the stars. It was one of those moments when I felt like he meant it, and I’d tried to let myself believe. But that was before he disappeared into Nico’s tower and didn’t make it out. 

I could still see his face that night, bathed in firelight, his eyes on me like I was the only thing in Dema that mattered, even with the whole weight of the rebellion pressing down on him. I should have known he wouldn’t come back. The Torchbearer had held me back as the endless screams escaped my mouth after the realization that he was gone. I needed him–I needed Clancy–but he was gone. It took a while for me to convince the Torchbearer to take me back through the walls of Dema. 

We both knew it was dangerous for the banditos, that focusing on Clancy would put what was left of the rebellion in danger–but I was going to go with or without him. We’d agreed he would stay back at camp but would guide me from afar. So here we were, standing in the hallways of Nico’s tower as the night lay comfortably across the city. 

“Where is he?” I asked, picking at my raw nail beds, anxiety creeping up within me. 

“I don’t know Y/N,” he muttered, looking around and standing protectively close to me. 

Then he appeared. Clancy emerged from the shadows of the tower. He looked like a ghost, someone’s idea of a memory conjured up with perfect cruelty. He wore the crimson robes of a bishop, his face pale and expressionless beneath the painted mask. He moved slowly, deliberately, until he stopped a few steps before me. 

I felt the Torchbearer stiffen beside me, his grip tightening on my shoulder as he saw what I was too afraid to believe. Clancy looked right at me, but there was nothing in his eyes—no trace of the quiet, intense fire that had always been there before. His gaze was vacant, burning with something cold and unfamiliar. He didn’t look like he recognized me. And even worse, he didn’t seem to care.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Clancy—the Clancy I knew, who had fought against Dema’s grasp, who had vowed he’d rather die than live under their rule again—was gone. This was someone else, someone they had created. The man I loved had been twisted, reshaped, and turned against us.

“Clancy…” I whispered, his name barely more than a breath. “What did they do to you?”

He tilted his head slightly, a movement too controlled, almost mechanical. The Clancy I knew was hidden beneath the shell of a bishop, and I felt every ounce of his absence in that chilling look. My mind raced back to the promises we’d made, the hours spent in secret, planning our escape, our lives after Dema—our future. But now, all I could see was a stranger in crimson robes, lost to me.

“They told me,” he replied, his voice disembodied, hollow, as if speaking from somewhere deep beneath his own consciousness, “that sometimes, to save something, you have to become it.” He met my eyes, but there was nothing in them to hold onto.

“No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He was lost somewhere, buried under the weight of whatever they’d done to him in that twisted tower. I wanted to reach out, to touch him, to shake him free from the hold they had on him. But he had that look, that look of certainty I knew all too well, except now it was weaponized, transformed by Nico into something dark and obedient.

Clancy’s words hung in the air, a hollow echo that seemed to mock me. I searched his eyes, desperate for a hint of recognition, a spark of the man I’d known, the man I’d loved. But all I found was that terrible emptiness, an abyss that mirrored the darkness of Dema’s hold over him. My heart clenched painfully as I reached forward, one trembling hand hovering inches from his face.

“Clancy,” I murmured, my voice tight, barely containing the agony swelling in my chest. “This isn’t you. I know you’re in there somewhere.”

His gaze didn’t falter, and he took a step back, distancing himself from my touch as if it burned. The recoil was subtle but enough to make me pull my hand back, stung. His expression, so cold and unreadable beneath the painted mask, twisted something deep inside me.

He straightened, lifting his chin, and for a moment, a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a flicker in his eyes. But it vanished, like a candle snuffed out before it could catch fire. He seemed to look past me, his voice no longer a whisper but a resolute command. “Leave, Y/N. Dema’s gates are closed to you. I have no place beyond them—and you do not belong here anymore.”

“No,” I replied fiercely, my fists clenching. The numbness in my chest had been overtaken by a surge of anger. “You’re not going to make me leave. Not without you.”

“Y/N,” Torchbearer warned in a whisper, but I ignored him, taking a step forward to close the distance between us.

“You promised,” I whispered to Clancy, the fire in my voice giving way to something raw, pleading. “You promised me you’d come back, that you’d never let them get inside your head. Do you remember that?”

The silence stretched between us. His face remained impassive, the mask staring back at me as if my words meant nothing to him. But I kept going, forcing the memories of our nights together out into the air, hoping to break through whatever had a hold on him.

“You told me once,” I continued, my voice wavering, “that even if Dema took everything, they’d never have your mind, your heart. That’s what you told me, Clancy. Did they take that, too?”

The words struck something—I saw it, a glimmer in his eyes like a crack in the facade. His hand twitched, his fingers hovering over the censer at his side as he struggled, his whole body tense and rigid. I could almost feel the battle raging inside him, a battle I wasn’t sure he could win alone.

“Y/N, we have to go,” Torchbearer whispered again, his voice low and urgent. But I was rooted to the spot, my gaze locked with Clancy’s. I could feel my pulse thrumming in my throat, each beat filling the silence.

For a split second, his hand lifted, reaching toward me. My breath hitched, and I stepped closer, hope blooming in my chest. But before he could touch me, his expression hardened, and his hand dropped back to his side.

“There are no choices left,” he said, his voice chillingly final. “Dema is my path now, and you are… dismissed.”

The words were like a knife twisting in my heart. This wasn’t Clancy; this was Nico’s puppet, a man who’d been torn apart and pieced back together to serve Dema. I took a step back, swallowing against the ache in my throat. The bandito in me knew I should leave, regroup, focus on the rebellion. But the woman who had loved him, who’d made plans to escape with him, to rebuild a life with him… she was breaking.

As I stared at him, Torchbearer grabbed my arm, pulling me back, but I didn’t resist. Clancy’s eyes tracked me as I moved away, his gaze cold and unreadable, like he was a stranger I’d only just met. I fought the impulse to reach for him again, to try to force him to remember, to remind him of everything we’d been through together. But something in his gaze warned me that nothing I could say would bring him back—not tonight.

As we moved deeper into the shadows, I forced myself to look away, to turn my back on the man I loved, even if it felt like leaving a part of myself behind. Torchbearer guided me through the winding halls, his hand firm but gentle on my arm, his presence a solid anchor in the storm of emotions raging within me.

We exited the tower in silence, the chill of the night air biting through the numbness that had settled over me. Torchbearer kept a steady pace, and I matched his steps mechanically, my mind replaying every moment of that encounter, every empty look, every clipped word that had twisted my heart into knots. It wasn’t until we were miles from Dema that he finally broke the silence.

“Y/N, he’s gone,” Torchbearer said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. “Whatever they did to him, it’s…it’s more powerful than we thought.”

“No,” I replied, my voice barely audible, but the conviction was there, a stubborn spark refusing to die out. “I know he’s still in there. I saw it, Torch. Just for a second… he was still there.”

Torchbearer sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground. “And what if he’s gone for good? What if Dema’s finally done what it was meant to do?”

“Then I’ll fight,” I said, anger rekindling in my chest. “I’ll tear him out of that place if I have to. Whatever they’ve done to him, it’s not going to keep me away.”

Torchbearer met my gaze, studying my face in the moonlight. “If you go back there, it could be you wearing a crimson robe next time, Y/N. They know your weaknesses, and Clancy…” He hesitated. “Clancy was yours.”

The words stung, but I didn’t look away. He was right, of course. Clancy was my weakness; he always had been. But he was also my strength. The memories we shared, the promises we’d made—they were the only things that had kept me going through the bleakest nights. And if he was still in there, buried beneath the layers of Nico’s mind games, I owed it to him to keep fighting.

“We need a plan,” I said finally, my voice stronger now. “If they’ve made him a bishop, they’ve bound him to something. There has to be a way to break it.”

Torchbearer shook his head. “Dema doesn’t work like that, Y/N. It’s not just a place—it’s a force. Once it claims someone, it’s nearly impossible to get them out. You know that.”

I nodded, but the spark inside me refused to die. If Dema had turned Clancy into a weapon, I would find a way to disarm it. Nico and the bishops had taken everything from us, but I wasn’t going to let them win. Not like this.

The night wore on, but Torchbearer stayed by my side, his presence steady and grounding. As the dawn broke on the horizon, I felt a resolve harden within me. Dema had taken Clancy’s mind, twisted his heart, but it hadn’t taken mine. I would go back. I would find a way to break the chains that bound him, even if it meant confronting Nico himself. I’d face the bishops, challenge the whole structure of Dema if I had to.

I would tear down the walls of that city if it meant freeing him. And if Clancy was gone for good, if there truly was nothing left of the man I’d loved, then I would make sure Nico and his bishops knew exactly what they’d taken from me.

Because they hadn’t just created a new bishop—they’d created a new enemy.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[purpleglitch]

Oh yes yes yes, I LOVE THAT. George making the spirit speech about Dream is AHHHH. And George being able to make the "destroying the dsmp" real is so fun, exactly what I was thinking.

BUT, I kinda said the mortal enemies thing about rivals just to throw it out there, but I too love them too much for that lmao. I was thinking about a friends to enemies to friends situation. I love the idea of rivals knowing each other before, being good friends that trust each other in tournaments and stuff. but techno gets kind of annoyed at dream when he finds out he's king. But, it's not much of a big deal right? he's barely imposing himself as a ruler, so it should be fiiine. It escaletes, maybe because of all the things techno has gone through, maybe he feels like dream could have helped him in some way, but because of his position he didn't. Then, they have a fight that ends in dreams first canon death, I feel that THAT's what triggers george the most to be like NOPE WE'RE NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE. After dream is heartbroken and runs away he might do a "healing arc" with techno, reconciling with him now that he's no longer king, but a the end he goes back to sapnap because ummm *points to fiances lore*, he kinda needs him. After, he finds out about George's imprisonment and asks techno for help. Techno just got his friend back and dream looks so tired and sad now, it's like the light in his eyes is nearly gone. He'll make dream happy again, he'll bring george back, even if he has to annoy geroge a little bit with his bell (HE NEEDS IT OKAY?)

ANON I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ASK FOR DAYS IM MENTALLY GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS /POS

THE RS!RIVALS LORE GOES CRAZYYYY YOU'RE A GENIUS, ugh them being friends but became enemies because of the smp politics and after the dethronement dream finding comfort in an old friend and healing those wounds that drifted them apart (one being techno the cause of his first canon death) and dream doesn't hold a grudge about it but accepts techno's apologies too and THAT DEATH BEING ONE OF THE CAUSES THE DETHRONEMENT HAPPENED george being so protective over dream he was so upset he wanted to avenge him but dream didnt want them to hurt each other so when he respawned he begged george to move on and not do anything to techno and then there would be tension between them during prison because george still remembers that and techno just wants him to chill out and give him info so he can make the plan to escape together and both techno and george caring about dream in different ways omg,,, they bond over that, techno realizes george is so down bad for dream even after everything that happened and makes lighthearted jokes about that to make him fluster (ps. he'll be the best man at their wedding)

[dckweed]

@multifandom-world8 babes i am so sorry, this took me an embarrassing amount of time, but, here it is, and there will also be a second part as well !

my loves, it's been a hot minuet..but hi, hey, I'm here. Idk about yall but i had a kick ass weekend. Currently recovering from whiplash and fucking up my throat at a rock concert on Sunday (escape the fate, Hollywood undead, falling in reverse, and papa roach ((loml)) fr those wondering) that was so fucking amazing. How was yalls weekend? Everyone blow up the comments !

PLEASE NO ONE SPOIL THE TEENWOLF MOVIE! i have yet to watch it, and im sure there are others who haven't as well. Please be respectful in not spoiling anything on my posts.

I am aware that there is a paragraph that's darkened out and I have no idea how to fix it, for that, i apologize.

warnings: minors should not read this, but i know that i cannot stop you from opening this, so please, if you're under the age of 18, read at your own risk. this fic contains smut, maybe a bit of angst, biting, AGE GAPPED READER! reader was 19 when bitten, and in her 20s in the fic. Peter himself is a warning because guys look at him.

california dreamin'.., peter hale

Five years. Five long, fucking years of being stuck in this bullshit ass town, cleaning up supernatural mess after supernatural mess. You couldn't help but to wonder if the founders of Beacon Hills truly understood the irony of their towns name, it truly was a Beacon.

You suppose that was how you'd wound up in this mess anyway, the town being what it was and all, the werewolf population had gripped its claws into you and had never let you go. You had been a sophomore when it all happened, roped in by association with Stiles and Scott, and much like Stiles you had stayed human for most of it, until Derek's uncle had decided to use you as the main pawn for one of his stupid ass revenge fantasies. You hadn't taken it well at first, the bite completely destroyed you and it took a long time to build yourself up again, and by the time you had, you were much too late to do anything else with your life, and so, you had elected to stay behind and help keep the town out of trouble while the rest of your friends went on and lived their lives. 

Working at your family's business wasn't that horrible you supposed, you could make your own hours, and being the owners child, you got paid just slightly more than the others did, which was definitely on your pro list. As was your weekly meeting with the man who had turned you. Typically, Peter came in for lunch or maybe dinner (depending on which shift you were working) and while you worked, the pair of you would talk about any odd goings on, and catch up on what everyone was doing out in the world. It was also your allotted time to ogle the man. 

Maybe it was the loyalty you still felt to him after all this time from the bite, or maybe you were just really fucking lonely, but good god you couldn't deny that the man was the definition of sexy..

You had seen him today, during the lunch shift and though it had been brief, it had been long enough for your mind to wonder to dangerous places, wild thoughts running loose in your mind, the slight scar on your shoulder throbbing as they did, reminding you of the night he had given it to you..

It was cold, fall was beginning to set in to Beacon Hills once more as the seasons changed. You were 19 now, barely scraping by in highschool as it was, caught between the drama of your friend group and the drama of the supernatural beings that inhabited said group and tonight? Well, tonight you were quite literally the drama. 

Peter had lured you to his loft, you had thought that you would be meeting the entire pack there, and therefore hadn't thought to text any of them and after arriving, you quickly realized how wrong you were. Peter had answered the door, much too friendly than he had ever been towards you before with a smile on his usually scowling face. 

"I didn't think you'd actually show up." He says, opening the door just enough to let you slip in, your body brushing against his ever so slightly, shock of electric tingling down your spine as you did. You had always felt that way around him, but you just assumed it was a you thing and didn't notice the way that his hand tightened its grip on the door, or that his body went rigid, nor did you hear the sigh that escaped his lips. 

"What exactly is the emergency, Peter?" You ask, turning to face him when you realize the loft is empty. He had sent you an urgent text, the kind that usually went out to the entire pack, and you were in partial disbelief that you would have been the first to show up, or the first texted. You were human, which meant you were far down the chain of urgency list in emergency werewolf situations. 

"Sit." He says, eyebrow quirking and a slight thrill spreading through him as he watches you drop immediately onto the couch, almost mindlessly, eyes trained on him, wide and curious. He takes a seat on the chair across from the couch, launching into what was meant to be a proposal, a deal if you will..He was in one of his revenge fantasy phases, and was trying to willingly enlist your help, because for some reason (both Supernatural and logically), you weren't the person he was intent to have helping him. 

Peter knew why he felt the way he did when you brushed against him, it wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't the last. He was a smart man, and it wasn't too hard to piece together for him. And in all honesty, at first he wanted to protect you from it, from him, and for a while it worked. But now? Now he wanted to be selfish. He needed to be selfish, even if it meant bringing you into the mix. 

"Absolutely fucking not." You say abruptly after a brief moment of silence once he had finished speaking, explaining to you what was going on in his mind. "No..just..no. ive seen what Scott and Liam go through, and yeah maybe it has cool perks but no just..why would you even think that I would go along with something like that Peter?" 

He could hear in your voice how desperately you disagreed with his idea, and a part of him wants to let you walk out that door and forget that this whole thing happened to begin with, but that selfish side wins. He stands as you move towards the door, and in two long, powerful strides, he pulls you back against his chest, arms around your torso pinning your own to your sides. 

"Peter! Peter let me go!" You yell, struggling despite the electric shock coursing through you once more. His grip only tightens on you, and you feel his breath on your ear as he brings his mouth down, can feel him breathing in your scent. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but this isn't optional.." He whispers, feeling you start to struggle more. He growls a little, his werewolf side coming out. His hold on you strengthens enough to be able to hold you still as he licks the area of exposed shoulder that your sweater had slid off of, his teeth grazing the skin ever so slightly. He debated letting you go, he didn't like the way that you were crying at all, you were going to hate him for this. 

He had already gone too far to turn back though. Before he can talk himself out of it, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you too much, but also trying to make sure it would take. He can't help but to savor you for a moment, the animal in him going absolutely feral over scent alone, he could do this for hours, he thought and happily he almost does until he realizes that your crying has stopped and you are now slumped against him. 

It had been the longest couple of years after that. You had just barely been able to graduate with your friends, nearly having to take a sixth year of highschool, though if that had happened you probably would have just dropped out. You had already taken freshman year twice, you couldn't go through senior year again. 

You had been so mad at Peter for the longest time, though you were still doing everything he asked of you. Scott and Derek had said it was the alpha bond, but personally, you felt like it was different than that because if was like your entire judgement was clouded over when it came to him, and honestly it still was though you had learned to look through it and use your own logic. 

Even before the bite you had been strangely attracted to Peter, though it definitely intensified after and you were certainly no stranger to fantasizing about him, so, as your shoulder throbbed ever so slightly, you let yourself fall into one of those fantasies, you were the only one in the front of the diner anyway, the late shift never being busy save for the occasional drunkard, you needed some form of entertainment. 

The fantasy was much like your others, though more intense than they normally were..peter was leading you up to his loft, your hand in his as he practically dragged you up the stairs, a girly little giggle escaping you as you run after him, your heels sounding on the ground and the skirt of your dress swishing around your bottom. 

Peter had gone full on foreplay in the car on your way back from your dinner date, his hands in between your legs, his nails ripping the fabric of your panties to shreds before pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping, aching core, clenching around his fingers as if begging for something more. 

The sound he had made when he felt you was almost feral, it ripped right through to your core and you could've cum from that alone, but alas, Peter had other plans for you. The door to his loft is barely even closed before he has you pressed up against it, his large, firm hands pressed tightly on your thighs as he hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your mouths moving against each other's with an urgency that you'd grown accustomed to when it came to him, as if the two of you could never get enough of each other. 

"Jesus.." You groan, the feel of his hard cock pressed against your bare mound sending shockwaves through your aching body, lust taking over your entire train of thought. 

"You and I both know I'm the farthest thing from holy, sweetheart.." He whispers, voice breathless as he makes his way down your throat, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow tickling your skin in the most delicious of ways, edging you halfway to insanity. 

After a few moments longer he removes you from the door, carrying you to his bed. His hands are on your bare ass under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the flesh appreciatively before giving a nice slap, throwing you off of his body and onto his mattress. You bounce, staring up at him through lust filled eyes as you watch him take his V-Neck off of his torso, tossing it to the ground before he gets to work on his jeans. You kick your heels off, they clunk to the floor before you shimmy out of your dress, the fabric falling off your body as you lift yourself off of the mattress the slightest bit. 

You realize as he gives you long, gazing look over your body that you are embarrassingly desperate for this man to even breathe in your direction, let alone fuck you, and yet here you are, on his bed, laid out all nice and pretty as you watch him fist his thick, deliciously long cock in his hands a couple of times, groaning at the thought of it inside of you. 

"You coming?" You ask, teasingly as you spread your legs for him, biting your lip. His shoulders slump as if in defeat and he let's out one of the prettiest sighs you think you've ever heard in your life. 

"Sweetheart, i hope not for a long while." He says finally and you giggle, before screeching in surprise when he grips your ankle and pulls you down to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his hips as he teases your aching cunt with his cock, dragging up and down your sopping slit, once..twice..three times before he pushes himself into your tight, warm hole.

The noise that escapes your mouth is one of pure filth and it seems to be all the urging on he needs as he pumps his hips in and out of you. You watch as his face contort with each thrust deeper and deeper into you, your pussy clenching onto him with need he'd never felt before, your hips rising up off of his bed as if to beckon him in to you farther. 

You were already so over stimulated just from being horny that you knew you didn't stand a chance of lasting nearly as long as you could have, and you had a feeling he knew it to because the more sounds you made for him, the more one of your hands tugged at your own breasts and the other pawed at his forearm where his hand gripped your hips so meanly, the harder he fucked into you. 

It was almost painful, and you knew that if you hadn't been a werewolf it probably would have been. You wouldn't complain though because something about him being the one to bring on that kind of way in the sinfully delicious way that he was doing it, was absolutely glorious to you and dear God you basked in the absolute pleasure it brought you. 

Peter grunts as your pussy grips him, the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelching of your wet cunt sucking him back into your pussy every time he pulled out was filling the room, a beautiful music to his ears, as was the high pitched groan that escaped your throat as he gripped your hips harder, angling them up off the bed. He could feel himself hitting you at a deeper angle and just the look on your face as he did was what was going to make him finish, the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth hung open in a silent moan, your tits bouncing every time he fucked into you..you were the perfect sight..

"So fucking perfect for me, y/n..y/n..

"Y/N!" Peter brings you out of your day dream, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You squeak in fright, heart racing and face flushing as you realize the man you had been fantasizing about was standing before you. 

"Jesus fucking Christ Peter!" You yell, calming yourself down. You glance at the clock behind him, noting the time. "It's almost midnight what the hell are you doing here?" 

The man looks at you as if you were insane, which, honestly, you had to wonder yourself if you were..nothing else could explain the way that you felt about the man that barely looked at you some days. "I told you at lunch I was going to pick you up tonight, remember? You said your car was broke down.." Truthfully, you hadn't thought he was serious. Peter hardly ever did anything with you outside of your meetings and occasionally running into him at the store..

"Oh.." Shit. How the fuck were you supposed to survive an entire car ride with him when you knew he could smell the horny radiating off of you? You were about to tell him that you were fine to walk when you realized it was raining pretty hard out, because of course California would decde to ends its drought right now. Fuck me up a goddamn river. 

"Give me a minuet.." 

[craw-dacious]

The things I did by Lolo-ro fic review

Chapter by chapter, until i got distracted by the story lol.

Still fairly new to marauders but am loving it.

summary review: I truly adored this fic, probably my fave Wolfstar so far. I thought the worldbuilding was fantastic, as well as the characterization of baby Harry. Fairly angsty, but with plenty of fluff to make up for it. The raising Harry idea is becoming one of my favorite tropes, and this fic did an amazing job of weaving parenthood into a world that is still filled with complexities and evil, as well as lives outside of the main characters.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter One

Again, the aftermath for Remus is getting me

So so so sad, and him believing Sirius innocent  makes it worse

The traitor shit is horrible to deal with emotionally im sure

I am upset to realize just how much remus ignored harry in the books/canon

Like thats ur nephew fr come onnnn

Chapter Two

Aw he’s doing a good job as a dad

This fic is making him out to be very forgetful, fully forgot about both harry and Sirius

The pacing is much more clear in this which I enjoy quite a bit

Cutesy Christmas, cutesy harry

ALSO I LOVED THE HAGRID MOMENT

I do feel like we need to get the Weasleys involved tbh baby Ron and Harry is PEAK

Chap 3

Pls dont let that annoying ass bitch be important, if theyre in trouble bc of this shit ill kms

Shut up Hagrid he needs everything he wants his parents ARE dead brother

Okay actually I like that annoying ass bitch a lot, this is very good

I guess he actually is spoiling him tbf

Ok so he’s actually forgetful as fuck. Forgot Harry’s birthday, forgot about Sirius AGAIN.

Like actually what is going on is his brain damaged

This chapter has been depressing

The fight IN AZKABAN how will this turn into legit wolfstar if they are so mad they fight WHILE SIRIUS IS IMPRISONED

But also he didn’t talk to a single person for 12 years in canon im gonna kms

Marauders is making me realize just how shitty and sad canon was bruh, remus and Sirius were like ALONE, obvie remus did shit and wasn’t a complete waste but its just so SAD

OKAYYYY I TOLD Y’ALL I LOVE A GOOD MOODY MOMENT

Literally obsessed with alastor moody he’s so fucking cool and we BARELY KNEW HIM in the books because of FUCKING CROUCH

This chapter was incredible, good baby harry, good angst, good FIGHT (love romantic arguments, make me nostalgic) (imy [REDACTED] we fought so cutey)

Ok I think I complained earlier about this, but it’s important for there to be conflict and issues when there’s this much trauma. Great plot choice. Also makes it 20x more interesting

Fuck Peter. I fucking hate Peter.

Chapter 4

Ugh stupid muggles messing everything up

Someone should try to kill them all off or something idk they’re getting in the way

But this is shaping up to have some LEGAL ISSUES which I LOVE because im a fucking NERD <33333

Harry is so cute. I actually prefer this to the last baby Harry bc he has sm more personality.

Almost forgot the meat of this chapter omg its good im getting distracted

Sirius and Harry together was a NEED bruh actually so cute

And I talked to you kate about this earlier but remus has been different in other fics and I do kinda like him in this one, he’s more depressed and stressed than normal, but the forgetfulness almost lends itself to aloofness in a way that fits him

I very much appreciated him being so kind to Sirius. While I understand him being pissed at him for thinking he’s a traitor, the man is in Azkaban, like you’ve got to chill out, talk to him about this stuff when you have more than 15 minutes and less dementors

Anyway that scene was nice, I like the idea of their little family

Chappy 5

Good shit again

THIS is the perfect chapter length, not so long I forget what happens but no so short I have to stop reading every five seconds to review

The werewolf prejudice is a big thing in this fic, im not sure how I feel about it. Obviously from an equality standpoint, werewolves should be seen as human. Yet, there is something to the idea that the actual transformed wolf is very dangerous. I’m worried the wolfsbane study will be viewed as Remus “hiding himself” or something like that, when it should be viewed as a solution to the one thing holding werewolves back.

This can’t be compared to real life discrimination. You can’t be like “so you hate minorities” because none of the minorities I know turn into wolves once a month bruh

Anyway, Dumbledore being morally grey-ish, making mistakes but always anti-voldy. He’s such an interesting character. I like his presence in the book as well. Hagrid should come back soon he’s so nice.

Chap 6

Permanent pass <3, so cute. Having to abandon muggle friends? Not cute. Fuck Dumbledore, but only like a little

Not a dumby stan or hater tbh hes just a little silly in both directions

I’m so conflicted on this situation. Yes, it SUCKS that Sirius thought remus was the spy, but it’s not necessarily damning. It’s likely he convinced himself of it because it was the most painful option so it must’ve been the truth. It seems like fear, almost, and jealousy of the wolves over him? Might be over analyzing and overomanticizing but that is what im seeing atm.

The teaching position goes fucking CRAZY man, If remus was my history teacher my life would be GOLDEN

Do you think remus lupin would be a good addition to upper H hall yes or no

Chapter 7

Jesus fuck I forget how sad all this shit is sometimes

To begin with, the teaching position seems great. I do wish Remus would understand that he’s qualified for it

Speaking of teachers, I would love to see who the DADA teacher is, I know its not permanent but still fun

Anyway, I think 7 kids would be the end of me. I love children, and I still relate to Remus far more than Arthur in that scene, there’s actually no fucking way.

Like yes give me a shot I cannot do it, the strong drink joke was a good cover because I am sure its Arthurs greatest desire

Also, love him just dropping interest about muggles, would love to see that chat actually play out but it seems unimportant

But maybe it’ll be how he catches worm tail …

Azkaban visit was good, Sirius is being less racist, and Remus is being kind. Wish they would love each other again already but slow burn wins <3

Also you could just tell that Sirius missed harry, very cute

Chapter 8

Heart hurts, poor Sirius 

I said that remus should be nicer

Chapter 9

Okay, information has been gained

Sorry for short 8 summary

So Sirius FORGOT that he and remus broke up, which is CRAZY

There’s a whole lot of forgetting in this fic im realizing, very relatable

I would actually kill myself

I’m sitting here pondering how I would react in this situation and genuinely tweaking just imagining it

He needs to go break it off with him, he can explain, there’s not really another option for him. If he maintains this it’s going to end poorly. I’m assuming he’s going to do that anyway, as it creates the most drama and is fantastic for the plot

I do think Remus is underestimating the importance of being taken even somewhat seriously by the Wizengamot. I know it’s not what he fully wanted but it’s legitimate progress.

Chapter ten

WHAT DID I SAY HE’S NOT GONNA TELL HIM

This chapter INFURIATED ME

Also im gonna start skipping chapters bc otherwise the review will be long asf

Snape is a piece of work, obviously. Like Remus isn’t being shitty to you and you were a fucking death eater man. Also he despises children which is a red fucking flag

Just let him pet your stupid cat motherfucker

Unless its secretly regulus as an animagus that would be sick asf I saw fan art the other day where he was a cat and it was good

Moving on, im appreciating the slow burn on discovering Peter. Like they easily could have discovered him 3 chapters ago when remus was first there. 

Chapter 11 & 12

The enchanted parchment

Leaving him on delivered is crazy actually

Literally reads exactly like the GHP texts between me and [REDACTED] LMAO

“I guess I’ll talk to you later, assuming you’re at soccer, imy!!”

Actually devastated reading this im going to be honest

Lots of shit going down, forgetting and memory issues are such an interesting plot device, it makes any part of the story unreliable, and confuses the reader just a little bit. It also creates a lot of dramatic irony, which can often be very sad and tragic

Also, order members calling voldy “Voldemort” all high and mighty is a bit strange considering that they all chewed harry out about calling him “He Who Shall Not be Named”

Snape stole the parchment read it and slipped a potion into lupins chocolate that he would give to Sirius to sabotage their relationship

Bc Dumbledore told Snape everything as his extra special spy obviously

Ok so I was wrong it was dementors again. And remus told Sirius about the breakup. Which is, the right thing to do I guess

This is so hard for everybody man, Sirius’ perspective is heartbreaking

At least it shows his chats with dumby, who happens to be the funniest person in this fic

Chapters 13 & 14

Reconciliation came a bit too easily but thats alright, I want them to be happy

The amount I would give to receive a cat for Christmas. I want that so bad bruh.

Ok at least they’re acknowledging how bad Remus is with dates

Okay him being a dog seems helpful, I do feel like that should have been noticed a while ago

Honestly am feeling a bit lost in the romance, long distance pining is not my fave but hopefully Sirius will be freed before long and they can be happy for once.

I just am so curious as to why they broke up, I know thats the point but it just doesn’t make sense

Also ignore my random theories I keep throwing about, I dont actually believe snapes cat is regulus or that Snape poisoned Sirius its just fun

Chapters 15-16

They explained the plan so I know it will go horribly wrong

HELL FUCKING YEAH THEY GOT HIM THAT SNEAKY LITTLE CUNT HATE THAT MOTHERFUCKER FUCK PETER I HATE PETER

Still not happy. I dont know what I expected

2 chapters and they’ll kiss, im expecting a huge fight in chapter 17

Chapters 17-20

Ok this is strange. The relationship dynamic has developed very differently than I thought it would. They really need to figure out this memory I’m sure it all a misunderstanding or some stupid shit like that

Someone thought someone else killed somebody else

Also why is this so mirroring to me and [REDACTED] from like July forward

Distant over text/parchment, not allowed to say I love you, basically only physical, guilt for things I couldn’t remember

Except for the baby and trauma and everything

Last fic was me and remus being the same this time it’s Sirius. When am I going to consume content and not think about [REDACTED] again Im tired of him being in my brain

Chap 21-22

KATE I TOLD YOU NO I LOVE YOU FICS I HATE THIS

I also talked about [redacted] with ppl for like an hour and a half last night it was terrible

Did it again the next night bro why is that rat still in my head

23-24

The memories are throwing me for a loop. On the one hand, everything is devastatingly sad. On the other hand, they’re all being emo and need to get it together

Sirius getting “lost in his memories” is a cool idea though, I’m liking the new magic thats being explored in this fic

I need them to have a huge blowup fight. Like a massive fight that sucks and is terrible. I don’t know how they’d do it but I need it

Also I think I can take one more “oh poor Sirius” memory until I blow my brains out. Big whoop your plan failed and you were insecure about it, I’d reach out to the closest person to blame to. I blamed [REDACTED] for not winning an award at model un, not his fault. Sirius can blame Remus for his plan failing and have a moody moment then move on, trust can be rebuilt.

Last five chapters

Ok everything is happy again and the reunion went FANTASTIC

The one thing I feel like I haven’t commented on enough in this fic is Snape

His character is well done, he’s so mean and bitchy but not like completely evil which is just hilarious, I love his and Remus’s dynamic its very good

I also think his relationship with Harry is funny, and I’m glad it’s not as shitty as it started out.

“Harry, friendly and bright-eyed, took the opportunity of silence to lean onto the counter, put his face right up to the goblin’s, and say, “Meow.”

Remus pulled Harry off the counter, embarrassed, and plopped him on the ground. “Don’t meow at people, love.”

That is actually the silliest cutest thing I’ve ever read in my entire life. Literally would birth a child rn bc of how cute that is. Jesus fucking christ bruh

Can they stop making out in public. Like in front of one other person in public. Its so awk

I KEEP TRYING TO GIVE KUDOS THIS IS LIKE SUGAR BRUH SO SWEET

My criticisms are growing though, there are a few things im concerned about but im gonna finish the story before I discuss

Why can I not escape my Draco phase. One sentence about “the little Malfoy” and harry going on playdates and I RUSH to think about how that changes their school dynamic and how they treat each other and all this shit

Looks like they’re leaving some loose ends on purpose, telling not showing a lot here at the end tbh

I WANT A CHILD HE’S SO CUTE

This is the first time ive actually been obsessed with a child character hes ADORABLE

Gonna read the epilogue before writing my final review, but don’t want to take it in for my review

FINAL REVIEW:

Ok. Done. Having to write this a day after finishing because I fell asleep right after

My favorite parts

ANGST: very well done, miscommunication can sometimes be overdone but I feel like it worked this time. I loved how easily apparent the love that was still there was. 

Humor: This fic made me laugh out loud multiple times. This was mostly Harry, but there were a couple of moments from the doctor guy and Arthur that made me giggle

CHILD: literally have never seen a child portrayal that was this good. Like literally from beginning to end it was good. I’m sure some people would read this fic and say 2 yo harry is too advanced, but he’s so bright and I feel like growing up with Remus would breed him to be a talker. The accuracy of the 8 yo and 11 yo at the end was good as well, it ticks me off when people fuck up ages of a child, especially one so parenting-focused as this

Depth of world building: I could truly see this world, like I understood the flat, I understood the weasleys, I understood the dorm at Hogwarts. The scene at their graves, everything was great.

Now my weaknesses

Some underdeveloped plots

Peter: they brought up having to talk to him, made it a big deal with getting a memory and then just abandoned it and said “remus had the perfect memory.” Then, the memory was SO MUNDANE. I’m sure the author just fucked up and had to figure something out, which is fine, just was a little dissapointing.

Poison: this is another where I think the plot just ran away from the author, but I was expecting something more than “Sirius asked them to fix it and they did”

Some(?) characterizations

Remus was perfect. Sirius was a little too nice, he’s volatile and little bitt crazy and I got less of that in this fic. Sometimes it was perfect. This isn’t really a criticism, more “it could be a little better”

Overall: 8.3/10

I truly adored this fic, probably my fave wolfstar so far. However, I know this is just because I love children and loved baby harry so much, so my rating is attempting to be unbiased.

[a-kaash-me-outside]

tori i can’t you basically throw 3 chapters at me in 2 days? i’m both panting & crying bc too many emotions lol

twrt:

atsumu-

atsumu still hot but who are we kidding when is he not

the opening? with sweet realizations??? i’ll always love spicy fics but ones with tender moments like them waking up in each other’s arms & soft sex was everything

and the future-life-preview at the end was too much omg😭 happy endings are the best & i love the idea that they stay together, help each other through everything, still interact and hold relationships with each other’s friends, etc🥹

maki-

this was so adorable, i loved having the possibility of seeing how they’d potentially end up if reader chose the other path

gotta feel bad for atsumu tho, reader just being like “oopsies i like someone else, bye!” immediately after fucking him and he confessed his love

while i am still an atsumu simp (and lowkey didn’t remember who maki was until i read this fic oopsies) , this is just too cute, and i love the interactions between reader & him, the way he treats us, etc.

not fair:

GIRL THIS TOO MUCH

ngl i found it really funny that they did all that with yams then ditched his ass the next morning without him knowing 😂

obvi tsukki is the king of rough, spicy sex, but the scene at the end where he’s softer/kinder is super adorable. i always love when fics give tsukki character layers & you win 🥇

emotional that these are ending soon🥲 but they’ve been so good! i typically never read fics as they’re being posted live, but i’m so glad i did with these omg. looking forward to next week’s conclusions ❤️

**cough cough i’ve delayed saying this bc i wanted to read it all lol, but ngl twrt has such a movie script feel to it & coming from a student with film minor, it’s amazing. you should pull a 50 shades and get it converted, just change around character names lol. just sayin🤷🏼‍♀️**

GRACE BABE I KNOW. IVE literally posted so fucking much these past few days omfg. BUT AH. ok wow. all of ur thoughts and little mentions are AH TY AND YES. hehehe. and (so valid you didn’t know who maki was. canon timeskip maki is hot, fan maki is /: heartthrob man) and not fair last chapter is my fav not fair chapter ♡ gettin BACJ TO MY ROOTS.

and AH omg omg. that’s so sweet T-T im so glad you’ve followed along week by week too. your interactions have been so great and so looked forward to.

PAH okay but writing twrt was my first big realization that i really could write a book. i wrote it in like 2 weeks and barely edited it. if i edited it and took some time it could be like shelf worthy man. but seriously tysm that’s so sweet and >:U very NICE

[crimzoncrow]

ty for tagging me @mamawasatesttube !! <3

1. are you named after anyone? Not really! My middle name is my mom’s mom’s mom’s name (I think? Might be another generation back), but my first name isn’t for anyone.

2. when was the last time you cried? Almost exactly twenty four hours ago, I was having one of my bimonthly identity crises <3

3. do you have kids? Unless we’re counting friends barely younger than me who’ve declared me their mother, absolutely not lol

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? It depends on who I’m with! I guess not really? I use it a lot more when I’m upset about something or joking about something I don’t like I think, I just realized

5. what sports do you play/have you played? I used to play soccer, when I was little! Like, elementary school. I guess I also did gymnastics when I was even younger but it wasn’t sport-y gymnastics

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people? Depends on how we first interact! Online it’s typically typing style, formality, and tone. Helps me figure out how I should respond, if I interact with them

7. what’s your eye color? Brown!

8. scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!!! Scary movies give me really bad paranoia lol. Sometimes I can avoid it by pointing out mistakes or production details I notice, but then I’m not really… watching the scary movie as a scary movie anymore. I’m also just a sucker for a good happy ending!!!

9. any special talents? Hey look at how hard I can hyperfocus *crochets for 17 hours straight no breaks*. More seriously though, none that I really know of? I guess I’m kind of flexible but that’s more of a my joints really suck thing than a talent thing

10. where were you born? New Jersey, gotta keep up my mom’s family’s tradition of having some Jersey in them even if they were raised elsewhere (It’s like… kind of strange LOL. They’re literally all over the place but we’ve all got some tie to nj somehow?? I think I know one single person in the entirety of my moms family who wasn’t born in nj or spent the majority of their life there, and it’s bc their parent moved before they got them).

11. what are your hobbies? Drawing, writing, crochet (apparently?? that ones still kinda new to me even if it’s ,, been a few months lol), reading, uhhhh. I’m sure there’s more they come and go

12. do you have any pets? NO I WISH I DID im screaming and sobbing i cannot at the moment but as soon as i can i WILL

13. how tall are you? 5’ 4” ish? I thought I was just under 5’ 5” the second to last time I checked but last time I went to the doctor they said I was like 5’ 3.75” or something so it’s very confusing to me 😔😔 Most of the people I’ve spoken to think the 5’4” is most accurate tho

14. favorite subject? Uhh art? That feels like a copout lol. Overall, probably english? English, art, sciences in general… I can also like history? I don’t have anything against math either?? Most of the time whether or not I like a subject has more to do w whether I associate them w good or bad teachers I’ve had LOL

15. dream job? MAN i have NO IDEA . Ive been agonizing over this so bad . My current goal for career is just “something where I can do something I love and make things that make people happy”, probably in the arts, but you know that’s . Not really very specific lol. And also I’m just interested in other things too!!! If I were going to a different college there’s a super huge chance I’d be looking at stuff w/ linguistics more. Idk!! A job I like that’s stable and secure and also I can make enough money to do hobbies I like and spend time with friends!!! Whatever that is, if I can ever find it!!!!

i am so very terrible at tagging people so if someone sees this and wants to do it just say i tagged you <33 this was very fun!!

[sunspira]

ok but i need you guys to stop obfuscating the point of what those posts are obviously trying to say which is that trans men desperately need and want to be able to wear gender confirming clothing and swim suits and summer clothing and be topless because that's the norm for their gender as men and boys. and if you're afab and have been through puberty there's huge stigma around that. it's not worded great cause you don't HAVE to be afab to have the kind of boobs that people consider sexual and nudity most trans women are amab and have the sort of boobs people decide makes you a woman who can feed a baby with them and should be covered up with a bra and shirt. but it's probably the masculine afabs specifically (afab trans men and afabs non binary masc presenting people) who have chests that receive scrutiny and backlash with going shirtless WHILE also having intense gender dysphoria over not being allowed to simply go shirtless when swimming and playing sports. that's what those posts are trying to center which is fine we should have compassion for that. like obviously no one's chest should be seen as inherently sexual but can you imagine how dysphoric it must be to have to wear a one piece or top covering bathing suit to the beach as a trans man. trans men are probably the most in need of awareness and support about this issue because of how mens fashion and society and day to day life involves occasionally and casually being shirtless and not having an eyebrow raised and they deserve to feel while normal doing normal guy stuff and not given looks of horror like they're nude in public. like yes all breasts but don't all boobs matter this when not all chests are treated the same and we all know that when breasts are developed and shaped to look like you could feed a baby with them, that's when they are regarded as potential nudity. regardless if those boobs got their through surgery, puberty or hormone therapy if they look like they could make milk it is not socially acceptable in most places to have them nude and when they look more like you're pregnant and less like pecs people socially decide you must be a girl or woman and expect you to cover up. which is a terrible precedent and very transphobic and cis normative and misogynistic to boot. so of course it's not just an afab non-binary or afab trans man issue. but as a cis woman afab whatever myself with breasts i still think well at least womens gender confirming fashion covers my nipples and doesn't conflict with laws and social expectations and i'm a woman so i don't have to feel dysphoric going to swim. it's unfair to trans women and cis women to be treated as sexual objects for having breasts which is more reason why the entire concept should be abolished. cis and trans women also have big breasts that can feed babies and make people clock us as women and people therefore expect us to cover up.which for misogynistic reasons is kinda fucked up. but at least that's our norm, like im fine. right now it's clearly a bigger more pressing issue for trans men who are afab and just want to play shirts vs skins with the boys. ie want to live without crippling gender dysphoria.

again i do agree it fails to be inclusive and it's a good idea to be specific and just say "trans mens chests are not sexual" but idk to me obviously an attempt to be inclusive to afab non-binary masc people who also find gender euphoria in mens fashion which often casually leaves the chest fully bare. and realizing that most AMAB non-binary people who are masc presenting and want to go to the beach in swim trunks people don't have a problem or any special scrutiny because their chest after puberty is read as pecs. so it's really afab trans mascs and non-binary masc afabs who are most at odds with this social standard in their daily life and saying "afab chests are not sexual inherently" is a decent attempt to simplify it. i can agree that just saying something more specific could work. but let's not rake them over the coals for trying to talk about the very specific dysphoria masc people have when they have the kind post-pubescent chest that people view as maternal & nude and may not have the means to change their body but still want to be able to wear swim trunks and be treated like a normal man

“afab chests aren’t inherently sexu—” please say breasts please just say breasts please please please stop throwing the term “afab” around say tatas say titties say big bahoona bazingoroos if you must

[dumbangrypuppet]

Tried to sleep early yk but here I am at 1 am because I went to bed too early.

ANYWAY

I promised my little brain I was gonna stop thinking about Comet for a while, (my dumb little dude.)

And when watching YouTube, I got reminded of the Adventure Time Episode, "Thanks for the Crabapples, Giuseppe!"

Specifically, just the poem. And boy. Did I start crying.

What if when Comet dies, he wrote a poem like that for Eris and Hazel?

(btw if you don't know what poem I'm talking about here it is.)

"These are not my tear drops, daughter dear, but just a sheen of dew that lingers here, past other fields where other fathers lie, who kept their daughters better far than I."

IM GONNA CRY. (I say, as if I haven't cried over this silly fictional man and his situation for weeks)

Anyway, if you feel like crying over this man too, here's some angst I wrote for him from an RP.

And here I go, ranting about the parallels between Simon and Comet.

Thank you Adventure Time for giving me ideas that tear my heart out again and again

(also, I need to draw Comet and Simon meeting, they'd get along fast.)

Like okay. I will literally spell it out for you

Both Simon and Comet literally tried to give up their lives (well Comet is actually doing so, he doesn't have a cosmic god of chaos for girlfriend to stop him and make him see reason) for people they barely knew.

Simon with "wanting" to become Ice King again to save an entire universe,

Comet with giving up his soul, his entire life to a demon so that the town he resides in can be protected from a giant threat.

(Comet resides in a fictional town called Uverney. Every resident there is a monster or creature of some kind, and Uverney is meant to be a sanctuary for monsters. But now, there's a group of monster hunters going into the town, and it's not gonna end well.)

Simon doesn't tell Fionna what's gonna actually happen to him when he puts on the crown. Though I don't think this is from selfishness or anything of the sort, perhaps he just doesn't wanna think about it. But STILL!!

Comet doesn't tell his daughters about the deal, or what the price was, he keeps the fact that once it's all over, he's going to die to HIMSELF. He sold his soul to protect an entire town, full of people he barely knows. (I should also mention, he's literally in the dumps right now for a multitude of reasons, the big one being that his coffee shop had been burned down the night before.)

Simon feels his life has no worth or purpose. People literally liked him better when he was consumed by the madness of the crown.

Comet also feels his life has no worth, and now no purpose. If you read the images above, it mentions things he's lost.

Comet lost his dad at 13, after a demon possessed his body and used it to kill his father. He lost friends because not only were they scared of him, but once his dad was gone, he had to move in with his mother. There his only friends were his brother and sister, who cut off contact after Comet turned 18 and left to pursue music.

If you saw my other post about this stupid silly man, you'll know that didn't go well either.

He fell in love with one of the roadie's, a man named Avery. They knew each other for three months, and Comet thought he was in love.

He was, but Avery wasn't.

No, Avery wasn't even a real person, a real name, instead it was a fake name created by the demon Amon, and all he wanted from comet was to use his body as a vessel. (I probably haven't explained or made it clear, Comet is a trans man.)

So this tragic little guy!! He's just. Torn apart! He's got nobody, nothing!! He never lets anyone in again, he tells himself not to fall in love anymore because all that does is hurt him.

(which totally sucks because Comet is absolutely husband material btw)

So yeah. Dumb little witch man. Hates himself a lot.

Yeah.

I SPENT 30 MINUTES WRITING THIS???!

jesus

Hold on edit time because now I have more.

BOTH SIMON AND COMET DONT FOCUS ON THE GOOD THEY'VE CAUSED EITHER!

Simon should have realized that his existence was important after Vampire World, because without Simon there to protect Marceline, the world gets run over by vampires.

Comet doesn't think about all the good he's done for others!! I'll just bring up some events from the rp and some from the canon story.

He finds a girl in the forest with the help of his 4 year old daughter at the time, takes her in and takes care of her. 9 years later, this girl is Eris and her and Hazel are like peas in a pod bro.

(WHICH HERE IS WHERE I'LL MENTION, THERES AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE WHERE COMET DOESNT FIND ERIS, AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?? SHE BECOMES THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!)

Comet finds two hobos living behind his café, and what does he do? He gives them a job. (this action has consequences later because they're the indirect reason his café burns down later)

Eris finds a kid in her flower pot and another in the forest who needs help?? She uses her teachings from Comet to take them in and help them just as what was done for her.

Comet teaches both Eris and Hazel how to properly use magic to protect themselves.

A bloodied girl shows up on the front porch to his house? Comet brings her in, patches her up, makes her HOT CHOCOLATE AND SOME SANDWICHES, and EVEN OFFERS HER A PLACE TO STAY IN HIS HOME until she can get back on her feet.

He is a good person, even if he thinks he isn't.

Just like Simon, he is important, and if he didn't exist or wasn't around, there would be terrible consequences.

[newliliana]

Hello  i believe you already heard 😄 Joel is not my problem anymore  Lord saved me from bigger disaster . He didnt started the annulment cause it wasnt convinient for him and  also to spite you . He never made clear why he is stalling the annulment . I waited and waited … He wanted a baby , I said : no annulment - no baby for you . Europeans we finish our business before starting something new . He never finished his , i gave him too much time. He said he will do annulment but he never did , what a liar . He presented like he was the victim in your marriage , like he is the good guy and you are crazy one  , but he loves you cause you are mother of his kids 😆  He was telling me how your relationship is over even before he met me .  Now I understand that you are not crazy but angry cause he is the one doing stupid immature shit. Im sorry for my part in that mess . Im sorry if  I caused you anger , stress and problems. He is expecting that you will pay half for annulment 😄 My advice : Dont ! Dont pay anything ! Let him pay all since he likes to fuck around . Since he thinks he has big dick - let him pay all for annulment . This is new bitch Caroline  And she is ready to have baby with him 🤣 Not good for your kids . She already has 2 of her own kids. I guess those kids need new dady .  Do you know he bought a house in Naic Cavite , Pagsibol phase 3 . house number is 37 . Now he claims how he sold that house and living with her in her house also Pagsibol 3 , Lot 27 , blok 44 . Yes. She is the neibourgh . He has a history fucking neibourghs. I think he lied he sold that house cause he realized he said too much , he gave himself out , he gave out too much info . Then he came up with this idea to tell how he sold his pagsibol house and now living with her 5 block away . Still stupid ….cause I can find him if I choose to fly there . But thats not all …thats the current bitch . There was  another one who he fucked , he changed his mind , i chose to forgive that shit but I gave him warning  !! Later that girl claimed he is the father of her child and called asking for money . But we know the timeline of her pregnancy and she had a bf at that time . I believe her bf is the father of that child on her profile. Just recently I found out he bought a plot of land to that bitch Rodelyn !! Fucking plot of land for 1000 dolars .  He has money to buy plot of land to a bitch he barely knew for 1 month ! But he did not want to pay for annulment all these years !  He expects you to pay half cause now you have good job . I would not pay , nor do annulment . But if you still want annulment  he should pay since he has big dick . Till few days ago he was still calling me , asking for my pussy . What a sad man .   Im out !  He is not my problem anymore . I wash my hands off of him . P.S. when i met him I wasnt Christian , Now I am , and I changed a lot since those 8 years . He claimed he is Christian but he never changed inside and he never changed his ways and bad behavior. Now , if a man  wants to date me , he will need to present me the certificate of divorce or certificate he never married 😄 cause I trust no one.  I urge you one thing , for your sake and sake of your kids , for the love of God, abandon all witchcraft , renounce all witchcraft and occult and put your trust in God only . Turn to God for everything . May God bless you in the name of Jesus Christ .

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Please more Profesor Crane. Im BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏

God y'all are HORNY. I am too tho

Hmmm.... How about a lil' snippet of Professor Crane teasing a student of his that keeps staring at him.

Warnings/tags: age gap, Professor/student relationship, teasing, slight powerplay

Reader: gender neutral, college student, implied artist

"You wanted to talk to me?"

Professor Crane looked up from the papers he was grading, something so cliché you had to bite back a smile. For such a 'fearsome' professor, he never really scared you. Doctor Crame was nice to you, treated you well, at least, better than most of your professors and past teachers had.

"Yes, yes," Professor Crane motioned to the seat set across his desk, which you sat down in without arguing. No reason too, after all, even if you were a bit nervous on why he wanted to talk to you. "I wanted to talk about something I've noticed while.. teaching. Persay."

"Teaching?" You echoed, eyebrows knitting in confusion. "Is this about me drawing? I promise I'm taking notes still-"

"No, no, of course not." He dismisses the idea with a wave, only slightly calming your nerves. Some of your professors had gotten a bit upset over you drawing during class, getting angry that you treated their lectures like a joke. "You seem a bit... how should I say this? Distracted, while I teach." You went to open your mouth, but he silenced you with an motion from his hand. "I've noticed something interesting, how you seem to stare at me."

Oh.

Oh no.

Professor Crane stood up from his chair, while you stayed rooted in place, a mix of anxiety and nerves keeping you seated. "At first, I believed it to be that you had trouble hearing me, sitting so far back in my class." You could vaguely remember him asking if you needed to sit closer up front, which you kindly denied and assured him you were fine where you were. "Then I realized, I knew that look in your eyes. The dilated pupils, your ever so flushed face."

You stammered nervously, yet Crane silenced you once again. He was behind you now, hands resting on each side of the chair you were sitting at. For someone so skinny, he sure made himself appear much larger than he was. "I realized you had feelings for me, things that a brilliant, young student shouldn't have for their much older, much more mature professor."

A cool hand pointed you chin up, forcing you to lock eyes with your professor. His lips were quirked into a rare smirk, face alight with sadistic pleasure from your flushed cheeks and panicked eyes. "If I was a better man, I'd ask you to drop my course, or at least leave and act like this," he motioned between the two of you with his free hand, "never happened."

"But?" You barely managed, squeaking out in surprise when Professor Crane was suddenly situated on your lap, chin still tight in his grasp.

"I am far from a good man."

Jonathan's lips tasted like bitter coffee and cinnamon apples. Something you were sure you'd never get sick of.