#maybe i should write one it would be so dumb i’m feeling silly

[eternal-reverie]

got the posting anxiety bad tonight

[writerdreamerwhatever]

If I can have the pleasure of making the first request...🫣 Can you do something with young Remus Lupin? Maybe something really silly and sweet, like, he and the reader are in a secret relationship (kind of to avoid the commotion that James and Sirius would make about the fact that he's dating at all) and somehow he ends up with a face full of faint lipgloss kiss marks, which not even the reader realizes about, until the other marauders notice and discover their secret. Maybe the reader will even join in and tease Remus with them a little?

Sorry if the idea is bad, pls don't feel obligated to do it. I'm really not good at this kind of thing...

Have a good day anyways ☺️

Kisses ~ Young Remus Lupin

“Remus, you’re limping! Please let me help you.” I whisper-yelled at Remus, walking through the corridors.

“I can do it.” He grunts, still in pain from yesterday’s full moon.

“Well, at least let me tend to your injuries!” Remus looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it myself.” He said, shaking his head, “I don’t want to be a burden.” He muttered under his breath.

I stopped him dead in his tracks

“A burden? Are you serious?” At that, Remus smirked

“No, Sirius is at the library waiting for us with James. We can’t be anymore late!” He replied quickly, resuming his walk towards the library.

“Sirius and James can wait. Remus, please, at least go to Madame Pomfrey so she can help. I really hate seeing you like that.” It really pained me seeing him in this hurt state.

Remus sighed and clutched his bag tighter.

“Fine, but come with me.”

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“You’ll take this right when you wake up and before you go to sleep for the next three days.” Instructed Pomfrey, giving Remus a vial containing a purple potion, “It should help restore your energy back.” With that, she left, going to aid another student.

“Are you happy now?” He asked me, smiling.

“I’m more than happy.” I leaned down, since he was sitting on one of the beds, and kissed him once on the lips.

Looking at him, I chuckled under my breath at the sight of a lipstick mark on his mouth. I decided to kiss him once again the cheek, leaving another mark. Opting against wiping it off, I thought he’d like a little teasing from his friends.

“Let’s go. We can’t make the boys wait any longer.” I grabbed his hand and made our way through the corridors and to the library.

Before entering, I released Remus’ hand, since the boys didn’t know about our relationship. Yet.

At the sight of us, James and Sirius perked up. But once we got closer, they noticed Remus’ face and started laughing. I knew exactly why.

“Hey guys.” Remus said, sitting down opposite them, taking out a book from his bag opening it, ready to study.

I plopped down next to him, and a chorus of hushed exclamations was heard.

“Do you know that red suits you well, Moony?”

“Had a lover and never told us, you traitor.”

Remus quickly lifted his head up, confused.

“What? What are you talking about?”

Sirius and James could only laugh at Remus’ face.

“W-What is it?!” Remus exclaimed looking at me, while I only shrugged, a slight smirk resting on my face.

He could only conjure a small mirror to look at himself. Once noticing, the realization of why they were laughing quickly downed on him.

“Wow, Remus, when were you going to tell us you had a girlfriend?” I asked, deciding to join the teasing, while the other two were dying of laughter.

Remus glared at me, but couldn’t help the smile that was appearing on his face.

“So? Who is it?” Sirius asked, still giggling a bit, nudging James with his elbow.

I leaned my head on my fist and looked at Remus, smiling sweetly. He sighed and glanced at me, chuckling before answering.

“You’d be dumb if you didn’t know who.”

I'm sorry I took too long to write this, but here it is! i hope you like it <3

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hi!! i love your writing! could you possibly do a blurb with bf!steve with a sensitive reader? like maybe her friends made her feel left out or she gets embarrassed easily and steve is just there for her?

hiii tysm baby!!! hope u like it <333 | 0.7k of little angst to fluff! r feels left out after being with friends

It’s not often you feel this way.

You’d been at the diner for lunch with some friends, and it turned out to be kind of awful. You’d been the one to sit in the spare chair pulled up to the end of the booth, which was fine until it wasn’t.

First it was the split off conversations that you hadn’t been a part of, then the inside jokes, the laughs that surrounded you while you had to force one out to fit in. It only got worse.

Now, you’re parked in Steve’s driveway because you’d planned on spending the night, but you haven’t been able to get out of your car. Your overnight bag sits in the passenger seat, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You feel like a total idiot, crying over something like this, but it’s gotten under your skin. Your forehead falls against your steering wheel and you flinch when your horn goes off.

It’s Steve’s cue to head outside.

He’d seen your car pull up, he always does. It’s pathetic the way he loves you. The way he waits for you to come over every time you leave.

Usually, you’d climb out of the car right away, carrying your bag on your shoulder and walking through the door because it’s only ever you and Steve at his house anyways. A grin on your face, a hug to greet him.

Today’s different. Today, he waits five, ten minutes and you’re still in your car. And then he hears the horn and he knows something’s wrong. He knows you, he’s been with you long enough to know when something’s off.

He jogs up to the driver’s side of your car, peers into the window and finds you, forehead pressed to the steering wheel, shoulders shaking a little. He taps on the window with a single knuckle.

Your head jerks up at the sound, and when you see Steve you wipe at your damp cheeks with your palms before rolling the window down.

“Hi, Steve. I was just heading in.”

“What’s wrong, honey?”

You should’ve known he’d ask. Always the worrier, never getting anything past him.

“It’s silly. I’m okay.”

“You’ve been crying. That’s not silly.” He pulls your door open, rolls your window up for you, and holds a hand out towards you. “Come on, talk to me.”

You sniffle, wipe your cheek on your shoulder, place your hand in his. Your fingers entwine with his easily, the way they always do, falling into place.

“Okay.” You let Steve tug you up, let him carry your bag for you.

Before you know it, he’s got you on his couch, sitting sideways so you’re facing each other, legs overlapping, Steve’s hand on your knee.

“What happened?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, and Steve’s not convinced, so you continue. “Lunch sucked. I’m dumb, but it was like I wasn’t even there, you know?”

His hand squeezes your leg, Steve-shaped indents in your skin. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s stupid. I just felt like it didn’t even matter that I was there.” Your eyes well up all over again. “I could’ve gotten up and left and nobody would say anything.”

“They’re the stupid ones for making you feel like this, okay?” The hand that isn’t on your leg wipes away the tear that slips down the slope of your cheek, thumb gentle over your skin. “You’re incredible, the best ever. Pretty, too.”

“Steeeve.”

“I’m serious. This is why you should just be with me all of the time.”

You know he’s joking, but Steve would be happy to spend every second of every day with you. That’s not a joke. But his words are enough to make you smile, a small one, but he still feels like he’s won something.

“Thank you, Steve.”

He shuffles so that he’s laying in your lap, head on your thigh, hair flopping over his forehead. You’re quick to run your fingers through it, grinning down at the way his eyes flutter at your touch.

“So, how many boyfriend points do I win?”

You giggle, “a thousand.”

“That many?” He grabs your wrist, tugging one of your hands from his hair and bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your palm.

He gets endless points from you. Best boyfriend ever.

[bigboipyromaniac]

hey idk if you’re taking requests but could you do something with Eddie gluskin? Like, maybe the reader could be one of the doctors in mount massive, and after all the inmates break out he goes looking for them? It doesn’t have to be nsfw, I’m mostly just curious how you would write him. Thank you for your hard work!

YES SIRR TIME FOR A SILLY STORYYY

Ok its not that silly but still

You were the one unfortunate soul who worked at Mount Massive during the outbreak, i mean the place wasn’t too bad, you got to work with patients,that would sometimes eat your arm… but that’s ok! You were mostly called if a patient was injured.

Which was most of the time.

Despite this place being an absolute chaos, you did find those places that were always nice to hang around, yours being the sewing room! It was always empty and rarely people would come in, it was mostly use to keep inmates clothes and to fix clothes if someone was being rough with it. But for you it was your little lunch break room.

It was one of those days that you just want to sit back and relax while the other doctors had to deal with the inmate fighting with each other. Before you had taken a bite out of your lunch, you can hear in the distance loud screams, you had assume that one of the inmates had escaped and fought with one of the doctors, but.. no thats too many screams for it to be just one person.

You quickly ran back to your assigned station hoping nothing had happened to your patients.

It was a mess…blood was spread all over the walls, the smell was horrible, how can this all happened in just a few minutes? You had to contact someone about this! The manager? Bodyguards? God this feels like the military needs to get involved. You quickly ran to your office to grab the phone, the office was also a mess but manageable.

Heading to the line-phone that was hanging on the wall, before you can manage to dial anyone, you heard some footsteps and a voice near you. Turing around you found on of you patient on the floor with what seems like a screwdriver, where did he manage to find one? Who knows! He had gotten up from his spot and started saying words you couldn’t understand well.

He was walking towards you with that screwdriver “Hey man, put that down! Im not trying to harm you!” But your words fell on deaf ears as he went for the attack.you quickly closed your eyes and held your arm up and waited to feel a sharp pain in your arms or anywhere in you body

But nothing?

You felt water land on your body but no pain at all. Opening your eyes, you see your patient has a knife through his stomach and someone was holding the arm that held the screwdriver, the water that you felt was blood pouring from his body. You froze, you had just survived a attempted murder and also witnessed a murder.

After a few minutes which felt like eternity, the person had removed the knife from his body and the man had fell to the floor, “Darling!” That voice, oh no. Before you can get another thought in Eddie had grabbed you into a hug, lifting you up from the floor. “Oh i was so worried that someone else got to you before me!” You couldn’t tell if he meant it as you getting murdered or getting married to someone else.

You could really form words after that, so… you just awkwardly pat his back, almost like a thank you for saving me. “We should leave honey, this is no place for our wedding!” Wedding!?! When did you agree to get married? He grabbed you leg and headed out from the office, completely forgetting what you were there for. “H-hold on! Where are we going!!” Eddie looked at you with a look that says ‘are you dumb? You should know.’ “To get ready for our wedding! You cant be wearing that darling.” He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and walked his way to the sewing room.

Congratulations on getting married!

[silassinclair]

Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

Masterlist

Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

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Did you like cc3 or love? Neither?

oh hello, why don't you pull up a chair because I have finished this book and I have Thoughts. I was thinking for a good chunk of this book that I would give it 2 stars. I still might. It depends on how it sits with me over the next couple of weeks. I ended up giving it 3 because I did enjoy some parts.

I will start with the more positive thoughts.

I am glad that the crossover was limited. One of my fears was that the series be unavoidably intertwined from here on out, so that pleases me.

I really did like seeing how Nesta has grown, her friendship with Azriel, and seeing more interesting things with his powers! That was really neat.

I did laugh out loud a couple of times, at points where I was supposed to laugh out loud. I think Tharion is dumb as hell but he made me chuckle.

The scene with Ithan and Sabine towards the end was good, I was like Gordon Ramsay, finally, some delicious fucking consequences.

Ummm... I like Ruhn and Lidia still. They had some silly moments, but overall they are the only characters in this book that I still have a shred of respect for. Maybe Perry and Sathia. Everyone else is on thin fucking ice.

Shout out to the one (1) line Bryce said that I liked: “I’m sick and tired of people using 'girl' as an insult.”

Unfortunately, the list of things I didn't like is far longer. I'm actually going to put it under the cut if people don't want their enjoyment spoiled or simply don't care.

In my opinion, sjm is a good storyteller, and an okay writer. This book really, really highlighted that for me. The plotting was a mess, I was constantly going back a page because I was confused about what was going on, there were weird inconsistencies that only made sense if you stepped back from the book and thought "well, the author needed that to happen, I guess."

There were some typos and word choice errors that should have been caught - "every muscle in Bryce's body went taught" and then a missing quotation mark (But it was Aidas who answered, pride flaring on his face. Apollion slew her with his Helfire when she attacked him—he pulled her burning heart from her chest and ate it.”). Not to mention the 255 "could have sworns" and 50-something "as if". I noticed a few similar phrases to this. If I'm feeling spicy one day maybe I will go back and find them.

The number of times she says "by whatever power" or "somehow" in a book where she has spent a lot of time explaining the power, and we should know what the "somehow" is???

Who in the ever loving fuck thinks that splitting up two tense scenes by cutting them into bite sized pieces and then interspersing them together is a good idea???

There were multiple times when I laughed out loud at scenes that were not meant to be funny, because they just seemed so dumb. Like... Ithan "accidentally" beheading Sigrid. Excuse me?? lmao (I edited this one because in my annoyance I misrepresented that a bit)

The tone was so, so off. That was a big source of my inappropriate laughing. Like, Hunt thanking Urd that he had such a loyal, fierce badass mate. Or a chapter starting with Ruhn saying "nah". I think this is because the genre could not decided what it wanted to be. SJM was still writing like this was high fantasy, but then used the word "like" in the way that I use the word "like". I do get that this is urban fantasy and she tried to smush it with a high fantasy (a high fantasy with very little world building, but still), but I really do not think that this genre serves sjm's style of storytelling. At all.

Dear powers that be in whatever heaven that exists, please stop letting sjm describe every single character as the most strongest beautiful fiercest loyal badass tough unflenching etc etc etc. I fucking beg. One of the big reasons that I dislike pretty much every character in this series is that they ALL HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY.

Bryce is annoying as hell. I could write a whole essay on her but she is easily my least favorite sjm character EVER.

I am bitter at feeling like I needed to read this book when, after hosab, I would have given up on this series if not for the crossover.

The crossover really did feel like a "teehee I can do this because I want to" with very, very little thought as to how it would actually make sense. A crossover like this should NOT be done by someone who doesn't outline, and who pantses their writing. Pantsing is fine in itself! Pantsers should be barred from writing this kind of book.

Hunt's dick is too big for his underwear.

[destinedfordiaperstories]

Sammy’s Little Problem, Chapter 14

Chapter Thirteen here.

Alyssa laid in bed, procrastinating. Today was going to be a long, emotional day. There was no way around it.

Today would be the start of Sammy’s new life. Her first day truly living as the Level Two Little she was. Alyssa would no longer allow Sammy the privileges and responsibilities she’d been enjoying the last few days. It was time.

Alyssa spent the next few minutes writing out the checklist for today. Not that she needed it, but writing it all out was the perfect distraction. The list contained all the basics: diapers, a diaper bag, a baby monitor, pacifiers, onesies and dresses, sippy cups, toys, a changing table, a new crib, and, of course, the car seat.

Mostly, Alyssa was avoiding grappling her most pressing concern: how she was going to break the news to Sammy. Should she wake her up and lay her cards on the table, telling Sammy she would now be strictly treated as a Level Two Little? Or she should she just treat her as one?

She couldn’t decide, so she went downstairs to make breakfast. She was craving breakfast burritos. Burritos are the balm for so many ails: hangovers, late-night munchies, and in this case, stress and anxiety.

She got to work setting everything up. She’s get everything ready to start cooking before she woke up Sammy. Cooking always calmed her anyway. It was almost meditative. But soon she had no more prep left to finish. It was time to wake up Sammy.

“Good morning, Sammy,” Alyssa cooed, gently nudging Sammy’s back, “time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

“Wh-where am I,” Sammy said confused.

“Back in bed, silly. You fell asleep watching the movie.”

Sammy felt strange knowing she had not only fallen asleep during the movie, but didn’t even wake up at all going from Alyssa’s parents house to her bed. It made her feel like the Little she was.

“Oh,” Sammy says flatly, “I don’t even remember leaving.”

“You were out like a light. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was great!” Sammy replied, “I needed that!”

“Well I’m glad, Sammy. You want some breakfast burritos? I got them ready to go downstairs?”

“Absolutely, I do.”

“But first things first, Sammy,” Alyssa says as she moves the covers off Sammy and checks her diaper, “you need a new diaper, little one.”

Sammy flinched slightly hearing “little one.” Alyssa had never called her that before. It felt strange, infantilizing. But she decided to ignore it. “Okay, Allie.”

Alyssa got to work on Sammy’s diaper. “This will be so much easier once we get you a changing table.”

Sammy’s face flushed. “Are we going to Littles’R’Us today, Allie?”

“Yes we are, Sammy. Can’t put it off any longer. But first, its breakfast!” Alyssa says as she finishes taping up Sammy’s diaper.

Sammy gets up, looking around for her shorts. Alyssa notices. “Don’t worry, Sammy. Let’s just get breakfast, it’s not like I don’t know you’re wearing a diaper.

For a second, Sammy looked like she wanted to argue, but thought better of it, following Alyssa downstairs.

As they ate breakfast, Sammy looked up at Alyssa, something on her mind. “A-Allie, remember when we said we could go to any store and get anything I wanted?”

“I do, Sammy, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking, maybe…maybe we could get a puppy? I always wanted a golden retriever and you said I could have anything I wanted.”

That wasn’t what Alyssa expected. She thought Sammy would want an expensive toy or something. Not a puppy. She kicked herself for not being more specific, Sammy may be a Little, but she wasn’t dumb. But maybe, she thought, it would be exactly what she needed to make her transition easier.

“I don’t know, Sammy. Puppies are a lot of work. I already have a lot on my plate taking care of you. Would you promise to help me take care of it?”

“I will, Allie! I promise! I’ll take extra special care of it, you’ll see!”

Alyssa shrugged. She did always want to get a golden retriever, but not so early in Sammy’s transition. It would help Sammy get through today though.

“I’ll tell you what, Sammy. If you can get through today, and behave the entire time, we can go to the pet store in a few days to get one. How does that sound?”

“YAYYY!!” Sammy squeals, “thank you, Allie! I promise I’ll be good!”

“Don’t thank me yet, Sammy, you’re the one who will have to pick up its poops!”

“I don’t mind, Allie!”

“Well, we’ll see, Sammy. For now we need to get you ready. I’ll start the bath while you think of names!”

“A…bath? Why can’t I take a shower, Allie?”

“I don’t think it’s wise to leave you alone to do that, Sammy. But baths are just as fun!”

Sammy looked mutinous. A bath sounded horrible to her. She was about to argue her case before she remembered her new puppy. She decided to allow Allie to give her bath to keep her happy. She could fight this battle after she got her puppy.

Alyssa smiled. The puppy would be a lot of work, but for now at least it would make getting through today easier. She turned on the bath, letting the water run over her fingers until it was the right temperature. Once it was, she plugged the drain.

“Okay, Sammy. Let’s get you ready for the bath.”

Of all the embarrassing things to happen to Sammy, this felt like the worst. Sammy knew she could do all of this herself, run the bath, remove her clothes, get into the bath. Yet Allie insisted she help her to do. She felt so…little. So helpless.

The thought that this would be her life from now one filled her eyes with tears as Allie helped her into the bath. She realized she would forever lose any shred of dignity and privacy she ever had.

“Oh, Sammy,” Allie cooed as she noticed Sammy’s tears, “don’t cry. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about! What’s wrong?”

Sobs erupted from Sammy. “I-I-I just r-realized how I’d n-never have any privacy again. I’ll just be your h-helpless L-little f-forever.”

For the first time, Alyssa had no idea how to respond. Everything Sammy said was true. What could she possibly say to Sammy? How could she look her in the eyes and tell her she was right?

Alyssa took a deep breathe. “You’re right, Sammy. It will be my job to help you with these things for the rest of my life. You will lose a lot of the privacy you used to have. I won’t lie to you.”

“But I promise you this. I will do everything in my power to treat you with all the dignity and respect as I can. Of course I will still  check and change your diapers, bath you, put you in the car seat. But I will never forget who you are. You’ll never be just a Little to me, a toddler who’s only a few years old. I’ll always respect you as the Sammy that was accepted to Stanford, who I saw grow up with Lindsay, who was just as much of a little sister to me as Lindsay. Okay?”

“Just because its my job to care for you, it doesn’t make me—not even for a second—think less of you. To be honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever respected you more. It takes a strong person to handle this as maturely as you. But the reality is you are a Little—my Little. I am your Caregiver. I love you more than you can ever understand. I will prove it to you my entire life. You hear me?”

Sammy took a few seconds to think everything over. She hated how much she was losing. She hated being a Little. But, even Sammy had to admit, she was glad that if she had to be a Little, she was glad she was Allie’s Little.

“I love you too, Allie,” Sammy sniffled, “I’m really glad I have you. It’s just…a lot.”

“I understand, Sammy,” Allie echoed, “it is a lot. But you can talk to me about anything, okay? You don’t need to hold it all in. I’m here for you, okay?”

“Okay, Allie.”

“Now, I think you’re as clean as you’re gonna get,” Allie said as she grabbed a towel for Sammy, “let’s get you all dry.”

Once Sammy is dry and in a new diaper, Allie picks out some clothes for Sammy. “I want you to wear some clothes that are easy to change. We’re going to be trying on a bunch of clothes today, so I don’t want to make it harder on ourselves.”

“B-but Allie, this skirt makes my diaper look so poofy, can’t I wear something else?”

“Sammy, honey, I know it’s not the best, but we are going to Littles’R’Us. Do you think anyone there will judge you for that?”

“I guess not,” Sammy huffs.

As they head to the car, Sammy walks to the front passenger seat. “I’m sorry, Sammy, but I think it’s best you sit in the back seat. It’s a bit safer.”

Sammy goes to the back, dejected. She silently pouts all the way to Littles’R’Us.

Go to Chapter Fifteen.

[harrietvane]

Hello,

I’ve just finished “Blue at the Mizzen” and I was wondering what your opinion is on the unfinished book is….

Have you read it? Would you recommend reading it or not?

I am so sad to be at the end of the books but ending on Jack so happy and relieved might be the best place to stop?

Would really value your opinion as I know you know the books well.

Warmly,

Rosanna

Ooh this is a tough one - because my own approach (thus far) is not one I’d necessarily recommend? The thing is: I have not read it.

However! Complicated reasons for that. One is a personal weirdness of mine where I am oddly resistant to watching or reading the ‘final’ instalment of a thing. I have noticed myself doing this a lot: I’ll just leave the very last episode unwatched, the last book in a long running serialised saga unread. This is not a recommended practice, it’s what I’d call ‘a super dumb thing to do’, and I’d categorise that as a symptom (of what? Who knows! I’m an undiagnosed delight). Is it because if they fumble the last instalment it leaves a bad taste for the whole series? Maybe. Is it because if there’s still one left, then there’s still Something Out There and the experience of discovering new writing isn’t over yet? Could be! Anyway, it’s a silly thing to do and I don’t recommend it as an approach to media. Go forth and read!

Having said that, I do have an aversion, generally, to publishing bits and pieces of an author’s notes as though it were finished work. I think it feels like being asked to have the mindset where a creative endeavour is ‘content’ to consume, rather than a constructed, deliberate work - “it’s their words and you want more words! So here’s more!”. O’Brian seems, from the work, and from interviews, to be a bit of an exacting, deliberate sort of creator - taking 3 chapters of some unedited typescript and adding some handwritten elements that didn’t even get to editing stage feels uhhhhh vaguely intrusive? Ahhhh why am I like this, that’s not even a reasoned response, and should not be taken as direction lol. I should back away slowly from this sort of parasocial contortion!

Like, I’m all for publishing someone’s essays, collected letters, all kinds of ephemera - that’s it’s own thing. But taking something which is a specifically a work In Progress, and publishing it as though it were a presentable book (a voyage of Jack Aubrey), didn’t really appeal to me. Which is contradictory of me as I do enjoy artists proofs, sketchbooks, and unfinished paintings! I contain multitudes.

At the end of the day it felt a bit like the publisher going “I’m going to tell you a new Aubreyad story, but we don’t know if O’Brian was going to tell it in this way, really, and also I’m going to stop partway through” which I didn’t fancy experiencing. So, at this point I tend to finish up at 20 and go back to 1. Never say never though - maybe the various editor’s notes, forewords, and afterwords would help me enjoy it as a fragment, rather than a presented work. It’s at least 3 chapters of (more or less) O’Brian prose, which is better prose than one often finds.

Please don’t let me stop you for any reason. Read on! If you go ahead and read it, post your thoughts?

[prettysymbiosis]

I’ve been trying to get these thoughts out for days but basically I feel like the unifying theory of s16 (as I see it) is a conscious exploration of the dichotomy between sunny as a classically bold and brash pee pee poo poo comedy and sunny as a thoughtful, nuanced and subtle show about flawed people and also about itself, at times (by that I mean the meta isn’t always about macdennis or the other characters but about sunny itself - win an award, clip show, big mo, etc). the trailer actually captures this dichotomy well through the dialogue clips and animations, as well as the pinned comment which said “get ready for a whole lot of subtlety.” it’s still so baffling to me that sunny can simultaneously read as one of the most loud, obnoxious, unsubtle shows ever on television, OR it can be so subtle and allegorical in the writing of later seasons that most viewers would think people like us are crazy for reading so much into it even though we’re really not. this kind of self-reflective flavor is another product of the rewatch/podcast project which has been almost universally agreed to have had a very positive effect on the writing.

anyway having said that, I want to just share my notes on the first two episodes without trying to edit them too much. I’m bolding the points that I personally haven’t seen anyone else mention yet and putting a 😎 next to ones that evoke a Classic Sunny VibeTM because that’s important to the experiment of this season.

the gang inflates

macden fun/domestic/DUMB again 😎

something something never committing to the couch when it was absurd not to and it ended up costing them so much macdennis blah blah

dennis hanging up on dee was so funny to me oops 😎

and the WHOLE dee (as a character and specifically the female character) thing about being minimized to an absurd degree. I like to think the bog was a turning point for dee and the show is gonna do better by her now hopefully by recognizing her plight in a more serious way, like the way the guys have been doing?

are mac and dennis…… you know…… like for real??? as many have said, it could totally be revealed kind of retroactively to undercut the shock and be like “honestly we’re surprised you didn’t notice sooner” I feel like that is something rcg would do. suggestive clues:

“I don’t wanna talk to you about–” “a TON”

or is dennis like well that’s news to me jealous vibes??

“I figured you were man” ??

“I’m getting a little concerned about our nut”

“you truly have no reason to be sleeping with frank”

they specifically put a lil reaction shot of dennis after mac says “that’s a lotta blowin” a la the lil grin in gets romantic and, well, I just think that’s a choice that was made

“it’s not homophobic” is that so?????

when mac is like “you think we got rid of our furniture too soon/that the business plan won’t work” it’s kinda like no it’s not the committing to what they have, it’s that mac still has big denial problems and dennis can’t work with that… maybe? but so does dennis tbh

in a show-meta sense it’s like, we should be less worried about whether the gay gay-ass love story will alienate people and more worried about how these characters are too ridiculous to even let the love story play out effectively. they need mental health days if we are ever to have nice things

it’s possible mac denying his reaction to the allergy has to do with his body dysmorphia?

also it occurred to me that maybe part of why rob is clean-shaven this season is so they could do those prosthetics more easily?

those handprints though…. I hate everything

oh also just the bed scene. its existence

the zoomed in neck touch of course

“I’m not going to do it!” “..okay” dennis keepin his cool :)

mac’s shirt! COOLER HEADS PREVAIL

just the sheer silliness of inflatable furniture - is there some metaphor here lol?

in a general sense could inflates be taken to mean flanderizes? also maybe it’s just implied but I noticed I hadn’t actually seen anyone mention inflation as a sexual kink and like, that was part of the intention right? if so, 😎

charlie “uhhhhhhhh… yep.” poor charlie :( he doesn’t want to live in a maze (like a rat)

“well then you’re just like being a predator” :( so here for charlie calling out bullshit with frank and mrs. mac and even his own mom so far in these first two eps

charlie just giving up and yelling in frustration which is kinda what bonnie does in ep2 (and ep3 based on trailer)

the gross horny male objectifying thing 😎

rob put his whole pussy into this episode

charlie saying “I don’t get why he doesn’t take me seriously” and dee saying “that’s gotta be maddening” 🙃

cats in the alley my loves 😎

gluing dee a pillow on the wall <3

“consider it an offering” “of war??” this says so much. must everything be a conflict?

charlie’s hair looks so crazy and good in the sleepover scene and also he’s so smart

charlie asks frank to “return everything to the status quo” by the end of the episode, sitcom style. full reset, no progression. except charlie is asking that frank not endlessly take advantage of the fact that mac and den can’t figure their shit out, not totally push dee out just because it’s easy, not make light of the trauma charlie has from what happened to him. all that stuff IS the status quo! so what is he really asking for? this is one of the bits of writing that I think is also about the show as a show, and how they’ve approached these dynamics forever. 

it’s funny that people are saying this season is such a return to form because it is, but it’s also so much more self-aware of what that form is/was and how deeper elements can coexist within it. they’re really walking with a foot in both worlds here and they’re doing it well. love this for them and for us, the people who know what it’s always sunny in philadelphia is REALLY about

“we’ll take you to the hospital, and they’ll have nuts. and you can– you can die there.” hahahah

[itsclydebitches]

Clyde, I’m angry because they’re doing it again. They had the opportunity to make a complex situation and they’re making black and white again, Clyde. I’m not happy. I’m very angry, Clyde. The fact that Jaune isn’t allowed to lash out for a second when a village he was protecting was destroyed while Ruby can bitch and moan about a burden she placed on her shoulders really makes me fucking angry, Clyde. Duck this SHOW. Christ.

I feel you 🤣

I do understand the fans - RWDE included - who are fully anti-Jaune because yeah, in the grand scheme of things it's a problem that he is again allowed to hog the emotional spotlight when we've got a cast of four to develop. But within the non-meta context of the story and what we have to work with... hard agree. My problem with the focus of Ruby's meltdown isn't simply that she's complaining about something she actively took from others with horrific consequences (though that is a huge part of it), but that it's explicitly pitted against the death of Jaune's village. Yes, we can infer that Ruby is upset about a lot of things - like Penny - but that's not what's written in this scene. So what you end up with is:

Jaune: I'm lashing out because the family I've been protecting for years in my unimaginable isolation have all been killed and my supposed friends are calling me crazy and won't even acknowledge that this is a true loss

Ruby: I'm lashing out because my self-imposed leadership has gotten too hard for me to handle and my teammates haven't noticed that I'm crumbling under the authority I demanded others grant me

The middle part of that is the only part of Ruby's meltdown I agree with - yes, her teammates have been awful to her since landing in Ever After and I HATE that Yang's sisterhood/Weiss' partnership/Blake's supposed pride in Ruby have all but disappeared - but that's only a small part of her underlying complaint which is... that she got what she wanted? Ruby wanted to call the shots and now she's pissed that people expect her to call the shots. Like yeah, you can (and often should) write a character who regrets their choices, but if they don't acknowledge their agency in those choices (which Ruby veeeery much hasn't) they just come across as a selfish asshole. Which is also a great archetype! ... just maybe not in the supposedly innocent, pure soul meant to be a pretty simplistically good hero?

Then you toss in the fact that Ruby's meltdown is contrasted with Jaune's and things look so much worse. Ruby is regretting her own choices. Jaune is grieving countless deaths at the hands of an established villain and the narrative's uncomfortable suicide metaphor. These are not the same. These are not even CLOSE to comparable and the only way you can try to weigh them equally is if you a) toss in all Ruby's trauma which explicitly isn't brought up or b) buy into her idea that the Paper Pleasers are "make believe" and therefore their loss is of no emotional consequence. Sorry, but that doesn't work for me in a story that (originally) positioned Penny as a person despite not being human AND in an episode that JUST had the girls prioritizing the Paper Pleasers' perspective over Jaune's. The story can't criticize Jaune for not listening to the highly-articulate, autonomous beings and then also claim they're nothing but insignificant figments of his imagination. It's one or the other. If the Paper Pleasers are "human" enough to treat their desire to die with respect, than they're "human" enough for Jaune to grieve the hell out of when they're gone. Plus, I know a lot of people won't buy into this because we didn't see the relationship develop on screen, but Jaune spent years with these non-human people who act innocent and silly and a little bit "dumb" sometimes. That sounds a lot like Penny! If Ruby is subtexually lashing out because she's still grieving a non-human friend she had for a year and two-ish months... why would we expect Jaune's grief to be any less after loosing a whole village of those friends after years of living together? He's grieving countless Pennys all at the same time, after all that time being alone. This basically takes Ruby's situation and magnifies it by a hundred: what if you had LOTS of friends die and the world ACTUALLY forced you into being the hero (Jaune becoming the Rusted Knight) and instead of just being ignored for two days, you were without your friends and family for two decades?

Seriously, Jaune's situation is a lot like Ruby's situation just with trauma squared - right down to him being a leader - except he didn't bring much of this down on his own head. Having these two meltdowns in the same scene isn't just a problem because Jaune gets more emotional screentime, it's a problem because I can't take Ruby seriously compared to the insane horrors Jaune is enduring beside her.

[sugolara]

𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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It seemed like today would be a restless night for F/n as she felt energy coursing through her. Well she needed to be up anyway as she had something important to do. One that she was going to keep from Izuku as she knew if the male were to know he would be upset, possibly even disappointed in her, but she didn’t care. 

For now, she would act normal and give a tiring smile to Izuku as he stepped out of the bathroom, “Should we go to bed? I’m feeling rather tired.”

 The said male smiled and happily nodded, “If you’re feeling tired then we’ll both go to sleep! Let me just lock the do-”

“Already did it.” She said, standing up.

He chuckled and then glanced at the kitchen, “I’ll put the food aw-”

“Did that too.” She then put her hand on his back, guiding him upstairs, “I figured I’d do it considering I haven’t been doing it these past few days.”

He once again chuckled, feeling giddy at how she was eager to go to sleep with him, but he wasn’t going to voice that, “Did you put a plastic wrapper before putting it away?”

She nodded as she opened her bedroom door, “Of course. I’ve seen you do it a million times. I may have gone overboard though.”

As she closed the door, he lifted the blankets and placed himself underneath it and turned the lamp on while F/n turned the main light off. He then reached over his notebook that was on top of the nightstand, opening to a page that had many tally marks. 

F/n was curious as to what he was writing. She laid down next to him, placing her hands under her head, occasionally peeking at the notebook. She asked a question that caught the male off guard, “If we were to live in a normal world, what would you choose to major in?”

He glanced at her before looking at his notebook, a coat of blush on his cheeks as he felt embarrassed, “W-well…I’m not exactly sure.”

She continued to stare at him and her gaze made him feel shy, “Sometimes I-I want to be a writer, then other times…I want to help people. I always had that presence that made people feel safe…so I hoped to put that in use. I know that sounds silly! Maybe even dumb! But if it makes people happy, then I’m happy.”

She hummed, her eyes shifting to the ceiling. He was completely different from her and maybe that's why she fell for him. In a way, he almost reminded her of her mother; always the one to help people and part of it was due to the fact she was a doctor, but despite being in a complicated relationship, she always had a smile plastered on her face.

“What about you?” He had already placed his notebook away, after marking today's date and laid down on his side so he was facing her, “What did you want to be?”

She thought about it before shrugging, “Nothing.”

His brows furrowed, “Nothing? Isn’t there something you’ve always wanted to do? Something you like, as in a hobby?”

Something she liked? Fighting, obviously, but if she had to choose something that was considered normal in society she’d have to say, “The military.”

“The military?” He said puzzled, though what was he suspecting? He should have already known she would say something like that.

“Precisely.” She said, readjusting her arms as she could feel them tingling. 

Izuku had hummed at that, his eyes casting down to the bed sheets. He often liked to daydream, and by often, he meant everyday. He was doing it right now, wondering how their life would have been like. Would she stay home and cook the meals? He doubted that as he figured it would be him doing all that. 

If she were to be in the military, then she would be deployed and be away for some time which honestly upsetted the male. He had no reason to be upset as this was only a daydream, yet still, he didn’t think he would be able to go through months without his favorite person. That had caused a blush to grow on him and he was thankful for the room being dark.

“If you were to join it, then you would be gone for months.” He quietly spoke.

“Yeah, I guess.” She shruggingly said. Her next comment had the male’s heart stirring, “Maybe I should choose a different path to be closer to you, right? Or heck, maybe we’d both join. You can be my personal nurse or something.”

He hummed in content and turned around to where his back was facing her. He had pulled the blankets to his face as he didn’t want his blush to leave just yet. He did, like the idea that he would be her personal nurse.

She sniffled as her eyes were glued to him. How lucky was she to have a guy like Izuku? To find someone like him. 

She let a breath come out of her nose as she once again adjusted her position. She fully laid down, letting the blankets not surround her as she wouldn't need it. Without haste, she nudged her arm underneath the male's head while the other one laid across him and let out a calm sigh.

Despite the male feeling tired, his heart was beating rapidly. His hand came up to reach hers and he held it closely to his chest, feeling warm, “I love you.”

She blinked. Her eyes stared at the back of his head before she then planted a kiss to his exposed nape and closed her eyes, “I love you more.”

A tired smile was displayed on his face before his hooded eyes finally closed and let slumber consume him where his mind would play with his dreams. As long as he was in the arms of the girl he loved, he had nothing to worry about. He

An hour went by. Nothing but soft snores could be heard and the occasional ticking clock that was hung on her wall. The faint sounds of people chattering on their night shifts could also be heard, but it was faintly. 

Her eyes swiftly opened. Feeling Izuku’s heart calmly beating, let her know he was still asleep. She slowly removed her arm that was underneath his head, letting a soft groan out as it had fallen asleep. She then moved her other arm that was lying next to Izuku’s hand as he had let go when he fell asleep. 

She then began to sit up though she stopped her movement when she felt him stir. She quickly grabbed her pillow to place it behind him and thankfully it did the job as he once again fell asleep. 

She internally let out a sigh of relief as she fully removed herself from the bed and left the room. She headed downstairs towards the kitchen, where she then kneeled and opened the cabinets and grabbed her duffel bag. 

Lastly putting her shoes on, she exited her home and carefully made her way to the gate, avoiding those who were up securing the place. Hanta’s death had brought something to her. You can’t avoid death, you can’t continue to mourn over the dead, so why not be prepared to not let it happen again. Be one step ahead while the others are thousands steps behind. 

She didn’t know it, but she was gradually becoming her father. She would soon be catching up to him if she continued to have the same mindset he embedded her with. She had no clue as she thought it was normal, but perhaps Izuku would manage to break her free. 

Though that was only wishful thinking.  

She picked up a thick rock, throwing it in the air a couple times before swiftly hurling it to the side of the house where she was hiding. The rock had managed to hit a mailbox, alerting one of the citizens who was on night duty.

As he checked the noise out, F/n quickly headed to the watchtower where no one resided. She noted that no one was allowed to be up there after dark and she assumed the reason for that being was so they wouldn't get hurt from any bandits. 

From afar, you could only see the walls, not a light was in sight as Nezu wanted to prevent the rotters from being attracted to the community. 

She quickly climbed the ladder and once she reached the top she stayed low as she used the pole that held the walls together and climbed down until she reached the bottom of the other side. Her bag made little noise, the pills rattled against the ammo. 

She used the houses to stay covered, only using the moonlight as a source of light until she made her way to the burned neighborhood. A while back, she had managed to find a house that was partly burned and contained a basement. She figured no one would come to scavenge a neighborhood that had been burned as everything had perished. 

The rotters nearby had fallen asleep and the girl found it weird at how they hardly move during the night. It's almost like their human instincts were still there. She ignored them as she continued onward, only killing those that loudly moaned as she didn’t want them to alert anybody else nearby. 

Once she reached the neighborhood, she used her flashlight, setting the light on the lowest as she looked for a mailbox she had marked with the rotter's blood. She walked by a couple houses until she found it and entered through the window as she had blocked the door beforehand. 

Seeing the furniture still in front of the door meant no one came in. She closed the window behind her and carefully made her way through the house, inspecting it just in case. She went room to room and upon seeing nothing strange she placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and began to work.

She took out a watch, a couple batteries, clothespins, tape, copper wire, and a yarn of string. She then took out a couple rusty nails and moved to both of the bedrooms. She grabbed any spare blankets and walked back to the living room, grabbing a chair on her way.

She placed the wooden chair near the side of the window and with the rusty nails she grabbed the end of the blanket, poked the nail through it and held it to the corner of the window where she used the back of her flashlight as a hammer. 

The banging wasn’t loud, but every nose she thought she heard had her pausing and continued when she made sure it was safe. She made sure that nothing could peek in or out as she now claimed the home. 

Once all windows from the kitchen and living room were covered she let her light stand as she grabbed the end of the couches that she had previously placed next to the front door. She grunted as she moved it across the tile floor. She pushed it towards the bedroom doors as she no longer needed it. She then went back, grabbing the other couch and placing it to the other door. 

With the remaining furniture, she also placed it next to the bedroom and bathroom, making sure that if one fell, the others would too. As that was finished she moved to sit in the middle of the empty living room where her duffel bags sat.

With the watch she pulled out, she noted she had a couple hours until the sun would rise. 

She wiped her forehead from the sweat before grabbing the batteries, tape and wooden clothespin. She sniffled as she placed each battery on the bottom of the pins and used the taped to secure it. She made sure the tape wasn’t wrapped around, only using enough so that it wouldn’t block the wire that held the pin together. 

She then held it in front of her eyes, smiling as it looked perfect to her. She grabbed another pin and proceeded to do the same until she had three. She picked up the copper wires next and with the tape, she placed a side of the wire to the end of the battery. She also used the tape to hold the wire to the clothespin.

Finally, with the yarn, she stood up and headed to the front door. She taped one pin to the side of the wall, cut a string of yarn with her knife, placed it carefully so the pin would pinch it and then headed to the other side where she did the same. 

She took a step back, admiring her work. She let out a small airy laugh at the tripwire she made. She wondered if her father felt proud of what she had done. The trap, when being tipped, would set the entire building on fire. It wouldn’t start off as an explosion, the fire would start off small until it would reach the blankets that were hanged above, then onto the roof finally making the fire huge. 

She grabbed the other set of pins she made and headed down the basement with her duffel bag in hand. She placed the duffel bag in the room. She took one last glance at the painkillers, ammo, pistol and cans of food before proceeding to trap the basement. 

Just in case someone managed to get through a different entrance, the basement would have a spare one. She’d rather lose her stuff than have someone else take it.

For how she would get out, she used the same window and closed it behind her, the curtain of a blanket fluttered from the wind before settling back to its previous position. 

She took in a breath, her eyes glancing around as she then looked to the end of the street. She had a map in her back pocket and she took it out, her hands clenching on it as she grabbed her knife and ran down the streets. 

It would take at least an hour and thirty minutes until she reached her designation and she would still have time before the sun would arrive. 

The cold wind slapped against her face as her heart and mind were racing. She knew it wasn’t a good idea, but she needed to know. She needed to know if Hanta’s body was decaying or if the rotters had eaten every last piece of him. 

All she needed was closure.

[centuryberry]

Hello! I wanted to make an ask about a what-if that was floating around in my head for a while (like 2 days.)

The “what-if” being a scenario in which a cub appears in the little dawn au form the future. Only that the cub is not Wukong’s and Macaques, it’s trafficlights trio’s future cub. (They can be from an alternate universe in which MK stay’s in sundown au or from somewhere else.)

What would be everyone’s reaction to the future grandchild/child? Personally I think their personality would be a lot like young MK or Mei (maybe a bit like macaque seeing as they probably spend a lot of time with their grandma?) and that they would be really spoiled by their grandparents and pearents.

I see the child as a female and closer to a bull demon in appearance (cus ya know, their from the demon bull clan? They kinda have to be a bull to fit in?) but honestly it could be what ever you want. (Imagine if they had the face markings like Mk’s side of the fam? Or maybe their hair is black like Mei’s?!)

As for how the child even came to be, I would say that it was through some weird magic (maybe they inserted all their power into a stone? Blood rituals/magic???)

OMG, what if the child traveled back in time to meet their Maba (bama? Baba? Papa?) MK because for what ever reason something happed to MK and he can no longer be around! Maybe he was killed! Idk, at this point I’m rambling.

Sorry for the long ask. I originally didn’t know where to send this because there are like, two blogs making posts about sundown AU and I didn’t know who I should be sending this to (but because Xiaodan is from you fic “little dawn” I decided to send this to you.)

chapter 11 was a bomb (I just finished it before sending this) and if you want you can ignore this entire ask, just tell me if you do so I don’t end up expecting anything or smt (or don’t, you can do whatever you want.)

Thank you for reading this silly and kinda dumb rambling, I honestly don’t even remember what the original ask was but thank you for reading through all this. Have a lovely day or night filled with unending joy and kind thoughts. You are appreciated and I am so great full you took time out of your life to write your stories and read through this whole thing.

Bye bye 👋

Hello there! Don’t apologize about the length of l the ask. I love to see people getting excited over this amazing AU (belonging to peachshadows/terrible-leviathan, please don’t hold off on giving them some love they deserve the world for their creativity). To clarify, the Sundown Era is their creation while Little Dawn, a fluffier spin off the AU, was expanded on by me with the fic.

As for the scenario, I’d theorize that there would be a lot of chaos. If this is happened during the Little Dawn setting with MK already dropping into the world, SD!Shadowpeach would be thrilled at the idea of another cub/calf to spoil and look forward to - also cementing their time travel theory. SD!Ironbull would he similarly doting while also pushing for the wedding sooner. I mean, it’s obviously going to happen so why not sooner?

Red Son would be flustered and over the moon at the same time at the confirmation of a child and would do his best to “prove” his ability to childrear in front of MK. I feel like Mei would think the kid is cute but also be a little nervous? She’s not at the point in life where she’s ready for a kid. Would still spoil and play with the baby, though.

As for MK? He’s just worried that another universe is missing their kid. He’s stressed and worried for not one, but two babies that don’t belong. He would be flustered about the implications of the baby’s existence if he wasn’t already in a difficult position.

Thanks for this fun ask! And thank you for reading Little Dawn!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fic Titles Based on Lyrics (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

a wand and a rabbit (ao3) - CloudyPhan

Summary: just a silly little one part about a cute morning in the phouse.

all the stars are closer (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Eventually, he’ll grow to love this holiday as much as he loves the others -- Christmas with his family, and New Year’s with his best friends. His birthday elaborately planned down the hour to maximize time for celebration, and even pre-Valentine’s Pancake Days that will be spent laughing in the kitchen with the one he loves the most in the world.

But when we meet Phil he won’t know any of this. And it’ll take meeting Dan exactly three times before it’s even remotely clear that when the stars align as precisely as they did for him, you really should listen.

All You Did Will Be Undone (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: What 2009 phan would have looked like if they were ace and wanted to be in a QPR

be still my foolish heart (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Phil is a bartender in a jazz club during the Prohibition and he's doing his best to live a plain, but safe life.

- that all goes out the window when a new jazz band is hired and the drummer, Dan, starts to capture Phil's heart.

bruises, on both my knees for you (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: this wasn’t how Dan had planned for the night to go.

But It Takes Someone To Come Around To Show You How (ao3) - Cutaehyung

Summary: Dan is born mute into a world where once in everyone's life your soulmate will say the specific words that are tattooed onto your body, and bring you together. These words will save your life in more ways than imaginable. Whilst Dan resigns himself to the fact he will never have a soulmate, fate has different ideas...

don't trust a song that's flawless (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "Dan surveys their menu. It’s in Comic Sans and all lower case. Only one drink has a description because (1) he got bored halfway through and (2) left the menus until last so they got rushed out opening day. The description is “coffee and foam?” with a question mark that he forgot to take out but now maybe creates some mystery. Add “update menus” to the to-do list. Phil’s drinks all have descriptions, detailed ones. The descriptions also have cat puns."

Or: Awkwardness Squared - A Love Story.

give me all your hopeless hearts (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan is a university student who doesn't believe in love, but when Valentine's Day rolls around, he feels himself suddenly falling for the boy who sits next to him in his writing 101 class. When they're assigned a project together, Dan has the brilliant idea to ask Phil out - for research!

give me toothaches just from kissin' me (ao3) - whiskers (robertmontauk)

Summary: “Hey- sorry to bother you, but is it okay if I sit here?”

Dan didn’t bother looking up from the chemistry textbook splayed in front of them, choosing instead to grab a piece of paper on the table and study it intensely. “Not interested,” they muttered with a quirk of their lips and a short head shake.

A pause, and then - “Oh. I mean? I-I didn’t think you were? But, uh, I’ll just. Find another place to sit, I guess. That’s-that’s fine.”

(alternatively: assumptions are dumb and love is dumber)

Hanging Out With Corpses (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: In which Phil is a lonely ex-vampire hunter living in the city and Dan's just a pretty guy who doesn't sleep and wears a lot of black...right?

HOT TO GO! (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Dan loves his roller skating job where he gets to sing and be silly.

He loves his boyfriend Phil, even more.

i thought of angels (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. I don’t know why I thought this would be a good idea, but here I am.

i’m electric, a romantic cliché (me and you were meant to be in love) (ao3) -nardfx

Summary: “i really don’t know if i can do this.”

“you can do this.”

“okay, but what happens when everyone’s eyes are on me and they all know all of my secrets?”

or

dan and phil go to prom

no grave can hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her) (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Dani is missing. She comes back, but something is different.

AKA lesbian vampire hozier songfic

run away together, spend some time forever (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: dan howell, and his unexpected whirlwind romance with an angel of a human being. the only catch is that he's about to get deported...

The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty (ao3) - analester

Summary: a high school au in which dan and phil used to be best friends and are now enemies that hate each other's guts until it becomes something a little more complicated than they thought.

to intervene between me and this monster (ao3) - PoisonedMind

Summary: Phil gets assigned to Dan, a lonely human child. In theory, Phil has no reason not to fulfill his duty of being the scary monster under the bed. In practice, however, Phil has always been a little special and as it turns out, there might just be something about Dan that makes Phil not feel so alone himself.

And Dan? Dan just knows there’s something under his bed.

Too High, Can't Come Down (ao3) - calumthomases (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil never expected to be sticking his dick through a hole in the wall for some stranger to suck, and yet, here he is.

He isn't even that down for this. Personally, he's not really a glory hole person. Well, he's a glory hole porn person, but that's completely different.

who you are and who you've been (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: The last day of summer seems like the perfect time to break into a public pool and make life-altering decisions in the middle of the night.

would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you? (ao3) - resurrectdead

Summary: “Hey.”

Phil reaches over the counter. Leaning one elbow on it, he puts a finger underneath Dan’s chin, gently tilts his head back up. Dan tries not to tremble. He darts his eyes up and they catch at his lips, stay there as he speaks. (He wants to taste them so bad.)

“I don’t know what kind of people you’re friends with,” he starts, “but if they aren’t nice to you, maybe you should consider switching them out for some that are.”

or: it's 1978, everything is a bad influence, catholicism makes you a bit sad sometimes and dan finds the answer to all his questions

you are the sun and i am just the planets (ao3) - fairytalelights

Summary: “I think this is really gonna be the year I find my soulmate, guys. I'm just gonna go around and touch as many soulmarks as I can until midnight. And no, Dan,” Phil holds up a finger as if he knows Dan is gonna say something, “I don't care about your stupid statistics monologue and that my soulmate might be on the other side of the world right now.”

Dan just glowers at him, suddenly for some reason in a much worse mood than he was a few seconds ago.

or, the one where soulmates meet on Valentine's Day, Dan and Phil just have a little trouble catching up.

[jade-of-mourning]

okay sorry hi I know I just sent you an ask about my cat being alive but you’re like,, my favorite internet stranger so I thought you should know. I calmed down a little bit and read your response to my fourteen page ask

IM SO HAPPY I HYPE YOU UP‼️‼️ I love being peoples’ hypeman and you’re like,,, awesome so that’s super cool. don’t rush yourself but if you’re feeling pumped to share I will be your #1 fan. I’m probably gonna finish a little 4+1 thing and post it to my blog as a little grand reveal as snailon if that’s cool :3

ALSO I’m so happy you posted the cat thing on ao3 it was really nice and super well written and thank you for the suggestion! the cat is being washed thoroughly right now and I am on guard duty of the bathroom door. he was (we guess) stuck in the sewage of the construction sight beyond the wooded area behind our house.

SO MORE LOK THOUGHTS

you exactly caught my vibe (again) when you mentioned the insane repression mako and bolin are doing in canon. I honestly think there’s nothing more than elevator music behind bo’s eyes in canon because if the creators allowed anything else it would solely be The Horrors and they needed someone on that godforsaken team to be emotionally available and somewhat happy. and try as he might, mako will always be uncontrollably feral. I know by b4 he just has an all out brawl every morning fighting to get his hair presentable. give up and be the scraggly, strange detective that somehow knows everything that you were always meant to be.

which, for the record, is not to say I like his hair. I want him to grow it out more so he stops looking so fucking dumb with his stupid pointy ass hair (I really really really hate mako’s hair) but I also think it would grow out kind of wavy/curly which. yeah. I will be coming back to this later when I yap about avatar mako btw.

also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE write mako absolutely losing his shit he 100% so much deserves that. he cries maybe once yearly and it is scheduled so I think he should get to murder y’know. just a little bit. he’s just a girl (insert sad coquette hamster)

makos hand being fucked up is the Vision. you understand so much. the gloves are so suspicious (the same way the shirt-on-at-the-sauna is in the comics. i see you, you little transmasc) and going off the logic of the last ep that with enough charge/consistency, lightning output can scar/mangle the exit point of the bender so. mako learning to use his bending mostly on his own fucking up and rocking his own shit until zolt shoves someone over to go clean up the rookie cause finding someone new is a pain. of course it’s a patch job (as you mentioned everything for them would be) so I imagine it’s like. pretty mangled. like stuff just slightly out of place, lots of raised skin and discolored patches and generally like uncomfortable to look at. I’d bet (like you said) bolin is really the only one he’d trust to see his hands unless makorrasami became like. a thing.

also if you have any,, fic recs,, I would be very not opposed,,,,,

OKAY OKAY SO AVATAR MAKO THOUGHTS. I’m actually going insane about this au.

so for 1: this idea was mostly a silly little ha-ha but imagine raava gets really fucking confused being in their first ever mixed kid and just. skips right back to air after mako. would that not be the funniest shit ever. like the earth kingdom would already be pressed that their go was a mixed kid who was a criminal firebender for the first bit of his life, but imagine how the FIRE NATION feels having their avatar “skipped over” because mako (again, CRIMINAL FIREBENDER) was technically a fn avatar.

and this keeps happening. more mixed kids. mixed kids out of the cycle ordered pairs become avatar. raava gets fucking lost. everyone loses track of whose element is next and world leaders everywhere are sobbing. mako would be so very pleased with himself. he and the half-avatar water tribe person would be clinking together glasses of alcohol in heaving and watching it all go down.

I was also thinking about this half-avatar playing a role in mako’s journey. They would be roughly fifteen years younger than the gaang, so it would make sense for them to still be alive (since raava could return to aang and still maintain them well enough) during mako’s era. do you think they could take on a mentor or distant relative role for mako? maybe being half-avatar would make them the world’s only dual bender, and they would understand mako’s struggle with wielding more than one element in a way no one else would be able to. bonus points if the styles they maintain are either earth and fire or the ‘opposite’ elements (like air+earth/water+fire—water+fire would be good to use to teach balance and that fire is not only to harm but to nurture, and that water parallels it as not only to nurture but to harm)

and that brings me to my third thought; both avatars followed in series have had a conflict or struggle with their bending. aang had to learn the other three types of bending—his conflict was finding teachers. korra needed to find it in herself to flow with the winds of airbending. but copying korra would be lame. so what’s mako’s conflict?

there’s where my pitch comes in (and kind of the point of the half-avatar); mako figured out how to use air, earth, and water as well as he uses fire (if with less refinement) within maybe a week (if that) of being discovered as the avatar. he’s a scraggly street kid used to clawing at what he can get and holding on tight: being discovered means he doesn’t have a particular reason not to make use of the other elements if need be, so he figures out how.

but the key words there are if need be. he absolutely can lift a chunk of earth five times his size, or entirely soak a full grown adult in pond water, or slap someone around with a strong gust of wind or power a building for a month with a bolt of lightning. will he be doing any of this? no. not unless his or bolin’s lives or livelihoods are threatened. mako’s struggle is that outside of life-or-death combat? he’s about the same as a nonbender. because bending has always been a risk—a life threatening and life ending risk—and one he isn’t willing to take unnecessarily. his journey is learning that bending can be used for more than harm or to enforce fearful order.

fourth and kind of final thought for avatar mako for now—he’s the earth avatar in this, but he looks very fire nation in canon (at least, my understanding of ‘fire nation’ v ‘earth kingdom’ features) so I was thinking, the avatar represents the four nations (kind of five now if we’re counting republic separately) (oh my god new thought what if there was an rc avatar ‘whose avatar is it’ ‘air by my guess’ ‘nah it’s republic city’s turn now’ ‘how does that even make sense? their blood is of the four nations.’ ‘I don’t make the rules man. ask the spirits, they’re right there.’) but they always look like the nation they’re from so. what if all the avatars look a little mixed but just lean heavy into native. so mako looks like a mixed kid already (though I’d make him more ek—will specify in a sec) but then just gets more mixed from. everywhere. but it’s not even generalized like,,, he looks like he’s from specific subcultures the last avatars came from. earth part looks kyoshi even though his dad wasn’t from the island. fn part looks like caldera city even though mom wasn’t. air—less noticeable, but he looks like aang, in a way. very temple-kid-y and less nomad-y. if that makes sense. and I’d say water part is kuruk but there’s also the ‘avatars look like their past life’s lover’ so. katara (ADDING TO THE PARALLELS IM GOING INSANE)

so this is the part where I elaborate on the ‘more earth kingdom’ part of mako’s design in my head. this also is part of the avatar-looking-like-lover thing. so ek complexions are pretty ranged, but a good deal of them are darker skinned. mako’s pretty fair, but I propose as a kid whose dad is white-brown (he’s an Italian farmer boy who tans heavy and he looks brown) and is also white-brown when I spend too long outside (ten minutes) in the summer; mako who tans so quick into a more typical dark ek tone. also bolin is darker because he deserves melanin. he gets to keep gold eyes cause they’re cool but I propose.. heterochromia!!! green/gold, could be some grayish/blue? js an absolute melting pot in there. then I associate ek with less pronounced but boxier facial structure, so either his face stays like,,, long, and is softer or stays sharp and is boxier like bolin’s. honestly prefer the first one but both are neat. also hooked nose. I don’t make the rules. katara also has a hooked nose btw it’s real I saw it.

also mako and katara have the same glare (sokka told me) and they scrunch their faces up like little carbon copies of each other when they’re focused. by the way I love to parallel the shit out of katara and mako can you tell,,

I just realized I wrote a longpost length ask. I’m so sorry.

I think I had something else to say but it’s getting late and it’s a school night 4 me so I’ve gotta get to sleep.

rest well! your favorite anon,

🐌

ah hello sorry for the extremely late response snailon!

I honestly think there’s nothing more than elevator music behind bo’s eyes in canon because if the creators allowed anything else it would solely be The Horrors

tbh you're so correct about this. let bolin have Feelings, 2024!!! (i find it so interesting that the general consensus is that bolin is more well-liked by the lok fanbase, but mako's fans are deep in the trenches whereas it's a lot harder to find active bolin fans. i stay forever respectful of the even fewer of them out there. not entirely sure how to articulate it, but yeah. bolin deserves better both from canon and the fanbase and one day i'll have to deconstruct his entire existence because he's just a fascinating creature who represents sort of a paper cutout of a stereotype

which, for the record, is not to say I like [mako's] hair. I want him to grow it out more so he stops looking so fucking dumb with his stupid pointy ass hair (I really really really hate mako’s hair)

HAHA that's valid. tbh i'm pretty neutral towards it; i like s1-s3 hair better than s4 hair because while i think that mako's poor attempt to comb himself into some semblance of Proper Society is pretty accurate to his character, i'm just not a big fan of it (though the fact that it looks bad is probably a further testament to his character never finding proper integration into society)

he’s just a girl (insert sad coquette hamster)

again. coughing at the essay i'll never finish writing on this. (okay off topic but i really really love transfem mako so much but also just fem mako in general and i need to put this out into the world. early lok fandom was on a seriously good kick when they were all drawing and writing lesbian makorra is my confession. mako being a girl makes my brain whirr)

also if you have any,, fic recs,, I would be very not opposed,,,,,

fic recs list i've written up but there's a lot of other good ones out there. immediately off the top of my head, people whose writing on mako i really like in general include slacktension (incredible author & artist from original airing with a mako voice of all time and great character dynamic exploration), rockingthegraveyard (best mako & bolin dynamics), wastetimeandtype (i especially like their casual ship fics and they made me an accidental fan of huan/mako), deerstalkerdeathfrisbee (wuko author but their mako voice is impeccable), bobtailsquid/steinbecks (another author from original airing whose writing style is just so poignant and accurate to character), themanofmanyhats, and velkynkarma. idk how you feel on makorra specifically but i confess, i accidentally really do like them and there's a lot of good stuff on ao3/ffn for them that i could share :P and i too am a fan of makorrasami but tragically, there's not a lot of that out there; however, all of old_and_new_friends' makorrasami works are fantastic. they're a multishipper who writes a lot of mako and very well, and while while i haven't read a lot of their fics because not all the ships speak to me, the ones i have read are all great. so yeah i'd suggest you take a look to see if there's anything there up your alley!

raava gets really fucking confused being in their first ever mixed kid and just. skips right back to air after mako. would that not be the funniest shit ever. like the earth kingdom would already be pressed that their go was a mixed kid who was a criminal firebender for the first bit of his life, but imagine how the FIRE NATION feels having their avatar “skipped over” because mako (again, CRIMINAL FIREBENDER) was technically a fn avatar.

okay this is actually so funny what LMFAO i didn't take into consideration that the avatar of the generation being from your nation is probably generally a point of pride and that mako's general existence is like,, the greatest possible insult to that in all the ways khsjdfbhfhsdbh i might have to casually include that in some outsider pov because the sheer comedy potential oh my god

do you think they could take on a mentor or distant relative role for mako?

i realize i probably didn't word it very explicitly in my initial explanation of this au, but what i actually meant was that raava couldn't leave the non-aang host entirely until their death because her presence was vital to their living. it's casually playing off the theory that yue was meant to be the water avatar, and so she was born sickly because of the absence of spiritual energy her destiny had intended for her — that raava's presence plays a role in the sustaining of her host's life. to sum up what i mean: raava is the vital life juice infused in the destined avatars. (roughly. it's been a while since i looked at this theory lol) therefore, while they continue to live independently of aang's actual death, raava can't move onto the next avatar until this not-avatar also dies. so they are very much dead as mako's immediate predecessor. but it's a great idea and i love that your brain thinks this way!

mako’s struggle is that outside of life-or-death combat? he’s about the same as a nonbender. because bending has always been a risk—a life threatening and life ending risk—and one he isn’t willing to take unnecessarily. his journey is learning that bending can be used for more than harm or to enforce fearful order.

oh interesting take. i can see that. in planning this au, i was thinking more among the lines of him only viewing bending other than fire to be a risk, and that he only ever figured out earthbending up until the point of where the story starts, but yeah i didn't really consider which element would be his block. he's honestly a pretty versatile guy in my opinion — i feel that he moves in a very airbender way (read: korra's spiral-motions in a leaf in the wind are meant to demonstrate her picking up mako's style of deflection, evasion, and waiting to strike), but his mannerisms are very earthbender in his stability in reality/rooted nature despite his lack of general stability in life. obviously he's got the firebender in him; i think he has a lot of pent up emotions and he generally represses them very well, but when it does get unleashed then he has a very typical-firebender explosive sort of manner. (i'm still adamantly against the take that he's a hotheaded no-thoughts raging firebender man though LMAO i don't understand how it's such a thing. sorry for the tangent. i'm resigned.) and for water, i feel it's adjacent to air in being less about head-on motions, and it's pretty reflective of mako's tendancies of roundabout-ness when it comes to matters of the heart. i don't really know how to articuate it but he has the most waterbender vibe. it's the katara so what i'm saying is that i don't really see him struggling with any of the elements in the way aang struggled with earth and korra with air, and you pose an interesting point. i'm not sure if your proposal would be in line with my current planning of this au, but it's still a really interesting idea that i'll mull over! it's a neat segway into the whole amon/equalists arc that i'd never cover but would still be set in the near future and i like the concept. thank you for sharing :)

but he looks very fire nation in canon

oh yeah i agree LOL i've seen edits of switching mako & bolin's eye colors (+ that iconic screencap from s1e2) and as much as it doesn't suit him i still stand by that he SHOULD'VE had green eyes and bolin gold. it's a small detail i've seen randomly included in a couple fics from way back when and it always makes my heart happy haha. i agree that lok dropped the ball in terms of portraying all the mixed families that exist in the series and that there was so much potential there, both with mako & bolin as main cast characters and background in the kataang kids (plus by proxy the airkids) — not just in the crossover of cultures, but just physical character design as well.

(also katara & mako parallels actually drive me crazy too lhfdhgksfjd)

(gonna be real dude by the time we finish feeding off of each other we're going to have oc-ified mako so much that he's not even from the legend of korra anymore)

i really love receiving your asks!! <33 but yeah this was a long one so it took a while to find the time to sit down & deconstruct into halfway cohesive responses. i'd love to chat about mako with u more in greater detail but it's a little bit tough with these longass askbox exchanges </3 i'll just put it out there — if you're comfortable, feel free to reach out to me from your main and we can talk through dms! and if not i'll always be happy to receive you in my inbox; just know that my responses will tend to be delayed because i have a lot going on in my life haha. it's lovely to hear from you again :)

[pompomcattorin]

💗 Pamela x Vic de vissen Fanfic Ideas/Headcanons bc I’m feeling silly

- I hc that Pamela falls first but Vic falls harder, when they have their dance together in the comics I think Pam thought he was cool & Vic was just interested in the Thea Sisters (and maybe he was also a bitttt interested in Pam too!) but none of them fell for each other completely until later in the series

- Vic’s slow in noticing that she’s interested in him, I feel like someone else would have to point it out for him like his sister Vanilla or maybe Shen

- when they date, can u imagine the amount of teasing from the Thea Sisters? especially from Colette, them dating would be Shen’s nightmare for real

- I like to think Vic spoils her a little even without her asking for anything

- Vanilla only deals with them because her brothers so happy with Pam, she obviously complains about it but she never actually pushes them to break up or anything (maybe at the beginning she tries to push for a break up but then eventually she just gives up bc she’d rather have Vic happy)

💗 I have so much ideas for how they get together or just fanfics about them in general but I’m TERRIBLE at writing fanfics so I’ll write it down here

- A new guy (maybe just a regular student or a cool person Pam would admire) shows up at Mouseford Academy and Pam acts blushy and stuff around the new guy to the point Vic notices. He’d have that “Why should I care that Pam’s fussing over another guy?” kinda moment!! Then someone would point out that she started blushing around a guy that wasn’t him and he’ll realize that Pam actually liked him and he’s kinda late to that. So he tries to win her back (his sister thinks he’s being dumb) and ofc he wins!!

- (I srsly really think he won’t notice his own feelings unless someone butts in 🙏🏼)

- or I like the idea of him and Pam attending another dance held by Mouseford Academy and just like before, he asks her to dance but this time they don’t fight and they just have a good time. If they do fight it’s just something silly and not serious. They’re all blushy about the dance and even dance another time together. Weeks after the dance and Pam still gets teased by Colette. Pamela also blushes around him like 10x more often now. They end up dating a few weeks later, Pam probably confesses to him by saying something like “You know, I really enjoyed hanging with you during the dance, maybe we can go out sometime? just the two of us?” (also dancing becomes their new love language!!)

- ALTERNATIVE START TO THAT DANCING ONE!! Vic actually asks Pamela to the dance! he gets her a cake with “Will you go to the dance with me?” written on it bc he knows she loves to eat! He hands it to her privately so they don’t get too much attention, I feel like Vanilla would end up seeing them anyway and after Vic and Pam have their moment she’d confront him about it. Just imagining Pam bringing the cake back to the Thea Sisters and telling them what happened.

- Can you imagine a fic where they’re hiding their relationship from everyone else?? everyone’s thinking they’re both always sneaking around or leaving out of nowhere for no reason but no one can figure out the reason (maybe the Thea Sisters would figure out they’re dating bc I doubt Pam would be able to hide it well if she’s questioned)

[euphoricfilter]

TO ADD ON YOUR CONDENSENDING HORNY THOUGHT: I always wanted to see some kind of fic or writing where it was this hard dom!yoongi and his sub who is usually VERY subby wanting to try and dominate yoongi, but he knows she wouldn’t be able to do it so he just eggs her on like “okay. Do it.” She might try and spank him in the thigh or something, but she’s scared of doing it too hard so he’s like “you hit like a pussy. Is it because you want yours filled yours up?” And through the whole time he’s just dirty talking to her and degrading her while restrained or something like “even with my hands tied you couldn’t do jack shit. But you like it like that, don’t you?” He wouldn’t command her to do anything, but those little degrading/praising comments he throws at her to make her slip more and more into that sub space type of mind. “With that face you’re making you’d do anything to have me fuck open your cunt, but that’s okay. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” AND HE WOULD DO IT ALL WITH THAT CHESHIRE SMILE “aww. It’s okay. Not everyone makes smart decisions, but you look so fucking good trying.” (OOOO IM PROUD OF THAT LINE THAT ONE CAME STRAIGHT FROM MY NOGGIN)

Okay horny thought over. Sorry for the wall of text :,)

OMG YOUR MIND

this concept would be so fun to play with and i love love love condescending dom behavior it’s so delicious

maybe she tries to recall what yoongi does to her but just gets all squirmy because she remembers how good it feels, and yoongi would look so smug. you know he’d be smiling as he told her to do it as well, soft encouragement because he knows that she doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body and all it would take are a few words for her to be begging him to help her, because maybe she’s his dumb little baby who always needs his help :(

maybe she instantly apologizes after trying to spank him and he hits her with “you’ve always been quite fragile, haven’t you baby?” faux pout on his face at her flushed cheeks “too soft to even spank me properly”

him restrained on a chair the whole time 😭

the degrading praise, the m/c would melt.

maybe she sits on his lap, only she starts to rut a against him completely forgetting she was trying to punish him and of course yoongi would tell her how well she’s doing— the poor thing so close, drunk off her impending orgasm that she doesn’t realize she never really had been in control from the start

oh no he’d definitely let her do her thing and then tease her for not being able to do anything. maybe she’s a bit of a crybaby as well and she’s really trying to prove her point but she just gets so overwhelmed and yoongi wouldn’t be able to hide his smile “need my help, darling?” “a little too stupid to make yourself feel good, need my help? of course you do, you always need my help, baby, but that’s okay, that’s what i’m here for, isn’t it?”

stuff like that would 100% slip her further into sub space

OMG IF YOU DONT WRITE ALREADY YOU SHOULD IM GIGGLING AT THESE THEYRE SK PERFECT

“well done for trying, darling. but maybe you’re a little too silly to do it alone, that’s why i’m here to help, okay?” :(

RAH I LOVE THE CONDESCENDING DOM STUFF IT MAKES ME FEEL ALL GOOEY

don’t apologize, we share quite a few horny thoughts on my page and i giggle writing these 😭 they’re so fun