#oh. hate following. nvm i get it. continue | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cr3ziy · 2 years

Text

So...

I'm watching The Teen Wolf Movie...

The following part is me commenting about the things that I see in the movie while I'm watching it, so the part below will be updated continuously for the next 2 hours

⚠️SPOILERS⚠️

•

So for 15 years Allison has been stuck in Bardo?! FR?!

---------------------------------------

Hate the fact that we don't get Thiam canon

---------------------------------------

Hate the fact that Stiles is not in the movie BUT MY BABY IS OFFICIALY PART OF THE FBI I'M SO PROUD OF HIM!!

---------------------------------------

Derek's got Stiles' Jeep, I repeat DEREK'S GOT STILES' JEEP OMJ I'M CRYING

---------------------------------------

Derek: "He [Eli] took the Jeep again, didn't he?"

Noah: "Why the hell does he keep taking the Jeep?"

Derek: "Because he know I hate it"

BECAUSE IT'S HIS BOYFRIEND'S AND NOBODY CAN YOU USE IT IF NOT HIM

Sterek all the way❤️

---------------------------------------

AHAHAHAHA Jackson popping out so randomly AHAHAHAH

---------------------------------------

Of course it's the Nemeton... it's ALWAYS the Nemeton

---------------------------------------

I'm sorry, MALIA WHAT THE HELL?!?! From the trailer we all knew about you and Jordan... BUT NOT LIKE THIS!! WHAT WAS THAT ENTRANCE?! OH MY JACK!!

---------------------------------------

Soo... is somebody going to tell us what happened with Stydia and Scalia, and who is Eli's mom?

Nvm Eli has two dads, Derek and Stiles

Please he his SO MUCH like Stiles!!

---------------------------------------

X: "How many curse words do you want?"

Jeff: "Yes"

---------------------------------------

Aww Derek tells Eli The Teen Wolf Chronicles🥺

---------------------------------------

X: "How many naked people do you want?"

Jeff: "Yes"

---------------------------------------

"Scott who?" This hurts

---------------------------------------

Oh and yeah, how exactly Mason ended up to be a police officer? And more important WHERE THE HELL IS COREY?!

---------------------------------------

Derek's eyes😍

They are a lighter shade of blue... so gorgeous

---------------------------------------

Liam my baby I love you so much🥰

---------------------------------------

Sooo Eli's problem is that he passes out seeing his own fangs and claws? Great for a werewolf

---------------------------------------

So basically is season three all over again but this time without Void Stiles... as much as I love season three... Jeff you could've come up with something new

---------------------------------------

FINALLY MY FAVOURITE HELLOUND AND FAVOURITE CREATURE🔥❤️

---------------------------------------

HERE HE COMES!! Popping out of nowhere!! But we're not complaining: it's good to see you Peter!!

---------------------------------------

But exactly... why is Jackson here? He looks so out of place!!

---------------------------------------

Eli: "My dad told me you almost had to cut his arm off once because of wolfsbane poisoning"

STILES almost had to!!

---------------------------------------

Jackson: "Why don't we catch him and kill the Nogitsune? That sounds like a pretty good plan to me"

OH THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!! How did no one think about it in season three? Kill the Nogitsune... it was so easy guys.

Jackson honey, I understand that you weren't there at the time, but if they're telling you that the Nogitsune is back it means that they couldn't kill him... and if they could, why wouldn't they do it? THINK JACKSON

---------------------------------------

I checked: even though it was pretty obvious, Hikary and Liam said "I love you"... that's a low blow

---------------------------------------

Eli: "I can do this"

Apparently he can't

---------------------------------------

Rowan trees burned down... excellent

---------------------------------------

Malia and Jordan... it kinda looks wrong to me and I don't know why

---------------------------------------

So, responsible for burning down Derek's house and supposed to be dead... it can't be Gerard, right? Please tell me it's not him.

Nahh, the figure seems too young to be him!!

---------------------------------------

So this is actually Allison?!

---------------------------------------

Derek: "Eli did you see your eyes?"

Eli: "How the hell am I supposed to see my eyes? They're the things I use to see"

Finally someone saying something that make actually sense!!

---------------------------------------

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

HARRIS?! ... I MEAN SERIOUSLY?!

Where the hell did he come from?! This doesn't make any sense!!

---------------------------------------

Of course... ELI YOU'RE OFFICIALY WELCOME INTO THE CLUB OF TRAUMATISED KIDS!!

---------------------------------------

Heartbreak? What happened with Stiles, Lydia?

---------------------------------------

I... certainly did not expect this... Lydia saved him by not being with him... this is a thing I didn't think could ever be possible.

It seems like they're not meant to be, please it's so sad😭

---------------------------------------

THE SCREAAAAAAAAM!!!

---------------------------------------

So it's now possible to borrow fox fire from a kitsune? Ehm... ok

---------------------------------------

Ok but seeing the three of them with all different eye colour gave me chills!!

---------------------------------------

"You can't kill me"

and all I can think about is:

"You can kill the Oni but me, ME! I'm a thousand years old YOU CAN'T KILL ME"

---------------------------------------

AAA THE ROARS!!😆

CHILLS, LITERAL CHILLS!

---------------------------------------

WAIT SO DEREK IS A TRUE ALP--

WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!

---------------------------------------

But the Scallison kiss🥺❤️

---------------------------------------

STOP!! HE'S NOT DEAD!!

DEREK IS NOT FUCKIND DEAD!!

He cannot be... he's not.. he's not😭

---------------------------------------

Derek fixed Stiles' Jeep, I'm weak😭😭

THE JEEP IS THE REAL FUCKING GLUE OF THIS SHOW!!

---------------------------------------

Derek you didn't deserve this end after all the pain you suffered...❤️

but we know that you're not dead so stop messing around and turn back to your family, they still need you

---------------------------------------

Noah: "[Derek] had complicated feelings about that Jeep"

We all know what that means...

IT'S LIKE DESTIEL ALL OVER AGAIN, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Pain, pure pain

Oh my Sterek💔

---------------------------------------

So in the end Scott kept his promise after all❤️

From now on every time I'll do a rewatch and get to that scene... I'll watch it with different eyes

---------------------------------------

"REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE"

---------------------------------------

CONCLUSIONS:

I liked it because it's Teen Wolf, one of my favourite series, but I got to say that i'm pretty disappointed.

I particularly loved all the references to Stiles, a way to make him part of the movie without actually being in the movie, loved it.

Can't believe I'm saying this, but for the role he played Liam could have very well not been in the movie. This hurts, but he practically did nothing, he barely spoke. I'm really mad for this, he seemed so useless. And maybe I'm biased but I saw zero chemistry between him and Hikari.

Jeff, you could have used him better, for example I don't know CANONISING THIAM.

I felt the lack of Theo Reaken references, so now I'm going to reply on fanfictions👍

But Hikari too, she had pontential but turn out to be pretty useless.

All the time waiting for Liam to interact with Mason (his best-friend) and Scott (his brother) and... nothing.

Also, I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I WAITED ALL THIS TIME JUST TO SEE DEREK HALE DIE... AGAIN!! Even thought I strongly believe that he's not dead, that hurt!!

On a scale from 1 to 10 this movie is a 5.5, could have been definitely better, starting by creating a different story but I liked it. Definitely loved some parts!!

Now, technically there will be a second movie that I will obviously watch cause it's Teen Wolf, and I truly hope that it will be better that the first.

That's it, I just got a lot of unanswered questions

#it's stiles' jeep!!#and derek has it!!!#can you hear me screaming?!#teen wolf movie #teen wolf #scott mccall #derek hale #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #allison argent #liam dunbar #theo reaken #sterek #thiam

29 notes · View notes

chal-latte · 2 years

Text

A/N: pt 2 of this fic LFG (j bc yalls cute @chalametsimp @xoxoloverb @timmymyluv @ohmysw33 @idk27131277) hope this is alright ✨ sry for the formatting

y/i/n

Liked by tchalamet, enews, chloegmoretz and 3.302.594 others

y/i/n toodle loo🥯🍳🫒🥑🧁

tagged: @tchalamet

See all comments

↪️ y/i/n baebygirl

fanpage22 bagel is his brand

fanpage92 ARE YOU GUYS BACK TOGETHER??

chloegmoretz <3

↪️ y/i/n my angel <3

fanpage85 SPARE US THE CONFUSION

enews could this, too, be a pr stunt situation?

↪️ fanpage33 this is a sign for you to stfu

fanpage42 dude wtf

juliafox huh

↪️ y/i/n i swear catch up soon

↪️ juliafox call me at least god

↪️ y/i/n @juliafox in a minute mom

fanpage77 lol him choosing the bagels while y/n waits for him

fanpage20 we gonna act like him n lily actually didnt happen?

fanpage58 move tf on y/n he’s clearly still in contact w lily

deuxmoi

Liked by 428.004 others

deuxmoi so, what happens 15 hours after the met gala after party is timothee chalamet leaving y/n l/n’s apartment complex holding his neatly folded costume, dressed casually in his day-to-day attire. while y/n follows suit 20 minutes later looking fresh and chic. an anon said: “on the way, timothee was calling someone, saying ‘it’s over, i dont give a f*ck about her. i would never do that again.” did they sleep on the problem and continue their day like nothing happened or has it been solved?

See all comments

fanpage47 lol wack agent

fanpage76 i’d fucking sue him idk

fanpage45 the press and media is breaking them they dont deserve this

fanpage89 i hope everything’s alright :(

fanpage64 i swear this isnt easier for lily too

fanpage57 the amount of hate lily’s getting is crazy pls stop

fanpage78 L man she’s better with me

fanpage33 kiss and make up ig

fanpage80 hope this is for the better :(

tchalamet mentioned @y/i/n in a story!

tchalamet my little dove

tchalamet

Liked by y/i/n, dunemovie, officialrebeccaferguson and 5.021.582 others

tchalamet DUNE AVAILABLE ON HBOMAX

See all comments

zendaya real cozy up there huh

↪️ tchalamet we good

fanpage37 WE GOOD. WE GOOD.

fanpage84 i need to see tomdaya and y/ntimothee on a double date again

joshbrolin you guys want to come to my watch party?

↪️ prideofgypsies hell yeah

↪️ zendaya @joshbrolin time and date and i’ll be there

↪️ tchalamet @zendaya @prideofgypsies he only invited me but okay

↪️ joshbrolin @tchalamet @zendaya @prideofgypsies only the younglings dude

↪️ zendaya @joshbrolin who the hell is the younglings?

↪️ joshbrolin @zendaya timothee and y/n

↪️ y/i/n @joshbroliln AW we’ll be there josh <3

↪️ prideofgypsies @joshbrolin old man playing father figure. lame.

fanpage47 THEY RLY HAD TO FIGHT ON THE COMMENTS SECTION DONT THEY

fanpage24 pls invite my daddy oscar @joshbrolin

fanpage98 OH YEAH ITS Y/N ITS OFFICIAL GUYS THEYRE BACK

fanpage90 its y/n’s hands

fanpage21 it’s ab time i said it all along it was a misunderstanding

fanpage75 remember that one interview where tim said things about how theyre meant to be with each other in this lifetime? yeah no one can separate them

fanpage23 it can only be her’s

y/i/n

Liked by juliafox, tchalamet and 2.301.943 others

y/i/n it’s probably just a case of the mondays.. am i right?

See all comments

tchalamet right baby

↪️ y/i/n 🥰

fanpage11 theyre not through but theyre back!!! we’re alive again

wandavision you’d be perfect in westview

↪️ y/i/n OMG YES i’d be a good girl for wanda

↪️ y/i/n i mean- nvm i’d love to be a westviewer :)

↪️ tomholland2013 @y/i/n HAHAH will you look at that

↪️ y/i/n @tomholland2013 throw me a welcome party then 🤨

fanpage83 SAY WHAT

fanpage92 SHES BACK W TIM AND WILL BE JOINING THE MCU?

fanpage22 GOD THIS WILL BE CRAZY

katdenningsss you are always right

↪️ y/i/n QUEEN 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

fanpage31 queen acknowledging queen so true

fanpage44 @katdenningsss y/n loves physics fyi

fanpage31 today is my happy day

fanpage89 my it couple

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #paul atreides #paul atreides imagine #instagram au #timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet au #imagine

123 notes · View notes

wren-writes68 · 3 years

Text

Ordered Online au

<Warnings- soft vore- mention of digestion- dehumanization- cursing- mouthplay>

Tommy started pacing as his message to tubbo didn’t even go read, he picked up his phone scrolling back through the other 50 messages he’d sent, over the course of two weeks to both tubbo and eventually ranboo, neither even reading them. Everyone was worried as tommy sent a text to the group chat saying that tubbo still hadn’t answered.

Wilbur: I’m sure it’s fine we’ll head over to his house tomorrow

Phil: Did we ever get his address mate?

Wilbur: uh I’m pretty sure

Wilbur: nope nvm

Tommy: guys this is serious, tubbo and ranboo aren’t responding!

Techno: guys Tommy’s using correct punctuation, we should be scared.

Phil: guys enough. Tommy just get some food and go to bed, we’ll handle this ok.

Tommy: but phillllll

Phil: no buts it’s already 10

Wilbur: sent you some food toms it’s really good!

Tommy: thanks big man

Techno:night nerd

Tommy is typing…

[Phil] has muted this chat

Tommy sighed putting his phone down, only to pick it back up shoving it in his pocket and heading downstairs remembering Wilbur had ordered some ‘good’ food for him. As if on cue the doorbell rang, tommy walked over to the door and a teen wearing some sort of tacky ass suit, “listen man it’s the uniform ok do you want your food or not” the man said pushing a paper bag into Tommy’s arms and turning away mumbling curses under his breath at the weird looks he kept getting. “Ok then?” Tommy said taking the small bag inside and pulling out a small styrofoam container, that smelled really good, a plastic fork, and a plastic knife.

Tommy, having set everything out on the table, opened the container revealing a steak covered in different spices and sauces, the sight alone made his mouth water. He sent a quick thank you off to Wilbur, Wilbur responding with a simple “your welcome” as well as the name and location of the place. “Tiny fancy, what a weird ass na-” he stoped seeing movement in the tiny container, and pushing the steak around saw two tines crouched down behind it cowering, “Huh I guess the name does make some sense then.” tommy had to say he was exited, he’d had tinies before but his parents were big on ‘no tinies in the house,’ in case of starting an infested or something, luckily his parents were out of town so he could eat them. “Tommy!?” Or not…

Tommy looked down hearing the tiny call out his name, “how do you know my name!?” He asked trying to get a better look at the smalle borrower, “Tommy it’s me, Tubbo!” It said this time climbing on top of the steak so Tommy could see him. “holy shit, Tubbo!?” Tommy yelled making both tinies flinch, tommy made a mental note not to do that again, he held his hand towards the tiny bot sure if tubbo would be ok with being touched, but when his hand got in reach Tubbo practically jumped into it tearing up at the gentle contact of the light fist he was held in. “Um guys” the other borrower said having gotten out of the box, “oh ranboob! tommy said causing ranboo to sigh.

Tommy set tubbo back down and picked up the shitty utensils, cutting a small chunk for his tiny friends and a bigger one for him they tasted this heavenly looking steak. Turns out the tinies were the only edible thing there, “gross!” Tubbo said, throwing the small chunk of meat back in the container ranboo following suit, tommy however ate the entire thing having nothing else better at the moment. “So what now?” Ranboo asked, everyone taking a second to think before tubbo shouted “sleepover!”

Tommy grabbed tubbo and ranboo walking back to his room and putting them down on the bed with his phone which tubbo instantly started trying to play on, “ ‘m gonna go to the bathroom I’ll be back” tommy said walking away. Tubbo gave a dismissive “mhm” and went back to trying to play on the giant phone.

~~flashback~~

“Are they defective?” One on the humans said towering over ranboo and a couple of other borrowers “no sir these are the new borrowers we still need to test them” another replied. Ranboo looked around the bright, box? Suddenly a hand came down and wrapped around him tightly lifting him towards one of the scientists faces, the human looked him over before turning to his college “this one would work nicely in the food industry” the other hummed looking over a small sheet, “yea sure put him in the order with #20212215” ranboo zoned out mind racing to the fact he was going to be food “blah blah blah, Brighton order” Ranboo perked up hearing that. Brighton he was going to the UK and he was getting sent to Brighton right where Wilbur was, surly he could escape and get to one of his friends, “first put him in training the UK agency says #20212215’s an annoying one hopefully this guy will tie him down” and with that ranboo was taken off to who knows where.

“Day 8 of training the subject has mastered basic commands and has not only gotten used to getting swallowed but has mastered climbing into the mouth and inside massages as well” Ranboo paused hearing the human he was supposed to call ‘his’ but was really named Greg and was very nice to him even though he still had to do his job, ranboo didn’t feel bad giving the nice man a massage after he’d given ranboo actual food.

Greg walked down with supervisor, “very well send him” the man said walking away to do who knows what, “nice, congrats ran you’re going to be with #21202215 and you guys are heading out to one, mr. Wilbur Soot” Ranboo perked up “Wilbur hu, you know him?” Greg asked. Ranboo frantically shook his head “yea we’re friends!” Greg laughed at his excitement “that’s good cause I’d hate you go to a bad place you’re a nice little guy” he said rubbing a finger against ranboo before gently picking him up and setting him in a box “good luck then ran” he chuckled closing the box.

~~flashback end~~

“Aww it turned off” Tubbo whined “Ranboo what’s the password.” Ranboo who’d been curled up on the pillow groaned “why would I know?” “Tommy what’s your passwo-” Tubbo’s sentence stoped with a short scream as the bed shook probably from Tommy flopping down. Ranboo looked up seeing tommy face first in the pillow tubbo now snuggled in the crook of his neck drifting off “you ok tommy?” Ranboo asked walking towards the pair, tommy turned to make sure tubbo was asleep which he was, surprisingly “that steak is not sitting well” tommy said with another grand putting his head back into the pillow.

“I might be able to help with that” Ranboo whispered, “hmh?” Tommy groaned picking his head up to look at ranboo, “it uh…it was apart of a program they put me in before, this” Tommy stayed silent knowing how scary some of those ‘tests’ could be. “Y-you don’t have to, I get that it probably wasn’t a good experience” Ranboo was quick to retort “no no it’s fine. it’s actually not that bad”

Tommy tiredly pushed his lips up to ranboo making the smaller male laugh, “come-on tommy you have to do more than that” he said, easily pushing Tommy’s mouth open and climbing in “mmm” tommy hummed around ranboo licking over him and lightly sucking on him.

Ranboo laughed as the wet muscle licked over him hums vibrating throughout his entire form. Ranboo hugged the tongue as it finished licking over him and started nudging him backwards, he chuckled and pat the tongue almost instantly being pulled down by the strong, yet surprisingly gentle throat muscles. Ranboo was pulled down for a good couple seconds before being deposited into the stomach, ranboo got out a small flashlight he’d gotten from Greg and looked around. What remained of the ‘steak’ that Tommy ate looked more like plastic than food and the walls around it looked irritated, ranboo walked over placeing a hand on the irritated area before the whole stomach convulsed around him and Tommy let out a pained groan. Ranboo backed away finding a nice non irritated spot to curl up in and started rubbing the walls around him, soon the whole area vibrated a light purring coming form all around him “…tommy are your purring?” Ranboo asked chuckling as the teen in question just grumbled huffing lightly before what ranboo assumed was passing out. “Good night then” he laughed giving the walls one last pat and cuddling into the folds of the stomach drifting off protected and safe inside his friend.

Finally coming back to write, pog

(Not prof read)

Any asks for this au are appreciated since I don’t know where to go with this but I want to continue it.

#Ordered Online au #g!tommy #t!tubbo #t!ranboo #ranboo and tommy #soft vore #mouth play

74 notes · View notes

friendlyneighborhoodspider-man · 4 years

Text

cheatercheaterbestfriendeater-- Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: this is the first time I’ve written for peter parker. mainly because I listened to this song last night and can’t get it out of my head. so. angst. that’s it, that’s the story. oh, and also a fair amount of smut (18+).

Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week,

When you said you had slept with her.

I know you called, I got them all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

It started with a text from Ned Leeds.

-Hey, next time you and Peter go at it in our apartment can you keep it down? I couldn’t sleep last night and my CompSci midterm was today.

-I was home all night??

-oh… nvm then

-wait ned what do you mean ‘going at it?’

-nevermind gtg bye

-NED

Then, your roommate MJ showed up at your apartment 20 minutes later. “Sorry I forgot to text you last night, I crashed at Neds place because it was closer to that party.” All it took was one glance to tell that she was hiding something from you. The two of you had no secrets. Until now.

“What is that on your neck?” You pointed out the bruise lying there just below her ear. “Did you meet someone last night at the party?” She flushed and looked away from you.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I-- I have class.” You said shakily and got as far from the building. Completely sick to your stomach, you stopped at Delmars on the way to your lecture and picked up a sprite and some crackers.

“Hon, you don’t look like you feel too well.” Mr. Delmar said as he handed you your stuff. “Maybe you should stay home today.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You agreed and headed back in the direction you came. MJ was in the shower when you got home, but had conveniently left her phone sitting on the table. You picked it up and put in her passcode to see her recent texts.

Parker: mj we need to talk about last night

i cant keep doing this

we have to tell y/n, i can’t do this behind her back.

You turned and retched into the sink behind you. You were wiping off your face when MJ came out in a towel. “You okay?” She asked you.

“Screw you.” You stared coldly at her before running to your room and slamming the door behind you.

She knocked on your door asking you to open up until she eventually gave up and left.

An hour later, you got your first text from Peter, followed by the torrent of messages that followed

-can we talk?

-baby please answer me

-mj called me, what happened with you guys?

-hello?

-baby i’m so sorry

8 missed calls from my heart

-i need you to talk to me

-it was just a mistake

-please please please answer your phone

-i love you

Boy, you better love what you got,

Before you go and give it away.

Your phone buzzed for the millionth time on the table, just across from you. You stared bitterly at it, hoping it would go away, that the calls would stop coming, while praying for the exact opposite at the same time. Every ounce of you wanted to throw it at the wall, while the buzzing stopped and started immediately again. If they stopped, you could finally get some peace and quiet and maybe you would have a chance to forget that anything had happened just long enough to go to sleep.

The tap on your bedroom window knocked you out of your daze. You looked over and saw the unmasked boy perched on the windowsill outside of your room, and immediately shut the blinds and the curtains. The tap came again, and you could hear him saying “Please, y/n, please just give me a chance. I can fix this.”

“Go away, Peter.” You shouted through a hoarse voice. You felt your eyes starting to burn with tears again and you furiously wiped them away. “Just go.”

But, don't say that I don't know you.

'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.

You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.

When you left your apartment the next day, eyes red rimmed and puffy, he was standing there. “Please, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.” He had been crying too, you could tell, but you ignored him and kept walking. He held onto the strap of your backpack trying to hold you back and you turned to face him.

“Peter, I can’t look at you right now. Just go.”

“It was just once, please, listen to me--”

“That’s not what those texts said.” You hadn’t gone through them, you’d only seen the ones on the lock screen, but the look on his face confirmed what you needed to know. As your eyes began to tear up again, you wiped them away and sighed. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N--”

“I have class.” You yanked the strap of your bag from his hand, and he let you.

And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad

I don't feel bad.

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

Two weeks later you met Brad Davis at a bar in downtown NYC. He had chatted you up in your psych class, and offered to meet up for a drink to catch up sometime. You had debated whether or not you should go for hours before throwing on a cute outfit and heading to meet him.

Now, here you were three drinks later. “I heard about what Parker did.” He finally said while he stirred his glass. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” You sighed.

“For what it’s worth though,” he looked up and met your eyes. “A girl like you deserves the stars and moon, and Peter Parker is an even bigger idiot than I thought if he doesn’t see that.” He stared at you for a moment, before continuing. “I’m not here to take advantage of you, because I know you’re still healing from everything. But as a friend, I’m here for whatever you need. And one day, if you’re ready and willing, maybe more.”

“Brad, I--”

“Another round for me and the lady.” He told the bartender, and you warmed up a little inside. “After this, I’m taking you home.” Brad told you. “We have a test in psych tomorrow and I won’t be the reason we fail.”

Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve,

To say that this was all my fault.

I know you called, I got them all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

You finally checked your voicemail a week later. It was full of messages from Peter, and a few from MJ-- who you had yet to see in weeks.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s MJ. I know you’re mad at me, but I hope we can still be friends. I-- we didn’t do this to hurt you, it just happened. I get that you need space, and I want to give it to you, so just call me or text me when you are ready.”

“My love, I’m so…. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please answer me, I know we can get through this.”

“Locked windows… I know you’re upset, but we can’t talk this out if you won’t let me explain. I love you. Please call me back.”

“Baby I love you, please don’t do this.”

They went on and on, asking for forgiveness and to talk, until the last two.

“I love you, but you’re being a bitch. Honestly, Y/N, I thought you were more mature than this. I can’t talk to you if you won’t let me.”

“This is your fault. We didn’t have to break up if you would have just listened to me and let me explain myself. You’re no saint either. I guess this means that we’re over.”

You took a deep breath before deleting all of them. They didn’t matter anymore. It hurt, cutting off two of your best friends since high school, but this was for the best.

Boy, you better love what ya got,

Before you go, and give it away.

But, don't say that I don't know you.

'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.

You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.

And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad

I don't feel bad.

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

Ned had already reached out to you and apologized for everything, and told you he still wanted to be friends if it was possible. You had told him of course, because he didn’t do anything wrong. He genuinely hadn’t known about this until you did, and you couldn’t blame him for their actions. The two of you met up for coffee one morning to catch up.

“I miss you, Y/N.” Ned told you after giving you a big hug. “Things are… weird without you being around all the time.”

“Eventually it will become your new normal.” You told him with a shrug. “I’m not going back, I can’t.”

“I get it.” He said while you sipped your drink. “I still feel bad though. It isn’t fair to you.”

“Peter and MJ can fuck off for all I care,” you lied. “I don’t care to see them galavanting around together.”

“Wait… you don’t know?” He asked you, and you raised a brow. “Peter and MJ aren’t together anymore. They tried for like a week but broke things off pretty fast. Turns out they can’t stand each other in large doses.”

“Huh.” Was all you said.

“Anyways, I built a new model the other day…”

So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn, into weeks.

Peter was waiting outside your door when you got home from class one Friday afternoon. “Y/N,” he breathed.

“Peter.” You sighed. “What do you want?”

His eyes took you in up and down in your favorite dress. “Just-- this.” He pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, and you felt your resolve melting away under his touch. He held you tightly to him as he backed you up flush to the door. You broke away while he kissed down your neck.

“Inside… neighbors…” You got out and he quickly opened your door before picking you up and carrying you inside, lips never breaking from your body.

“I’ve missed you…” He pressed a kiss against your neck while he tugged your dress up your hips and sat you on the edge of your bed.

“Peter!” You gasped as he knelt in front of the bed, holding your thighs apart and placing his head against your inner thigh. He looked up at you.

“Tell me.” He said.

“Yes.” You answered quickly. As much as you hated to admit it, heat was pooling in your lower belly and you couldn’t say no even if it was what was better for you. You could feel his hot breath on your most sensitive places, and he darted his tongue out to tease you through your lace panties. Gently, he pulled your panties down past your ankles and threw them to the side before continuing his earlier motions minus the barrier. As his tongue circled your clit, you cried out.

“You’re so wet, and all for me.” He licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking hard on your nub and pulling away. He started teasing you with his tongue while entering a finger inside of you and finding that special place. Quickly adding a second, he continued circling your clit with his tongue and bringing you close to the edge.

He stood up too soon and left you crying out for more. “Not so fast, princess.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers and pants down with one swift motion. You didn’t know when he had lost his shirt, but you stopped thinking about it when he entered you in one swift motion. “Fuck!” You cried out.

“Your pretty little pussy all full with my cock,” He grunted as he thrust inside of you quickly and roughly. “Have you missed this? Missed me?”

“Peter…” was all you could reply. He lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder as he continued pounding into you, and you moaned out as he hit you just right. “Oh my god Peter, don’t stop, please, don’t stop--”

The ball that had quickly been forming inside of your belly unwound quickly as you saw stars. “Fuck,” Peter got out before stilling inside of you and finishing. He laid down on the bed beside you as you both caught your breath and basked in the afterglow.

“Is that all you came here for?” You asked, as you remembered why you had broken up in the first place.

“Of course not. Y/N, god, I’ve missed you.”

“I don’t want to get back together.” You stated as you got out of bed and quickly redressed. “I don’t even know why we just did this.”

“You miss me, I know you do.” He said, catching his boxers as you threw them at him. “We can fix this, and be better-- I’ll be better--”

“That’s just the thing, Peter.” You said quietly. “I miss you. But I don’t want to miss you. I want to do better for myself. This-- this isn’t good for me anymore.”

“Oh, so fucking Brad Davis is what’s good for you?” He replied sharply. “You can’t look at this-- what we just did-- and say we aren’t good for each other.”

“We aren’t good for each other, Peter.” You shouted at him. “So what, we fucked? Sex doesn’t make a relationship. I want someone I can trust with my life, with the life of my children, and build a home with. I can’t live my life with someone when I’m constantly worried that I won’t be enough!”

“You are enough, I swear--”

“For now.” You cut him off. “I’m enough for now, until the next girl. And the girl after that. Until you have to prioritize saving the world over being here with me. I-- I don’t want to live my life second to everything when it comes to you.”

“You were never second, Y/N.” He said sadly. “I have always loved you.”

“I think you should leave.” You said quietly, quietly enough to where he wouldn’t have heard you if it weren’t for his super senses.

“Fine.” He finished dressing. “I’m leaving, if that’s what you want. I won’t be back.”

And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.

For taking you in, and letting you win control of my heart.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn into weeks.

Brad Davis picked you up from your apartment a week later in black jeans and a button down. “You look stunning.” He spoke in your ear while he hugged you close. As he pulled away, he handed you a single white rose. You felt your cheeks redden and let him inside to put the flower in a vase with water.

“You are quite handsome yourself.”

This was your first official date with Brad. You had been hanging out pretty much every weekend and a lot of weeknights studying together and watching movies. After you ended things with Peter you had told yourself it was time to move on before you made a mistake like what happened in your room again.

After dinner, the two of you walked around Central Park while you talked. You were walking by the garden when he slowed down, coming to a full stop directly underneath a tall oak tree. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.” You laughed nervously.

“Are you really over Parker?” He asked.

“I… I think so? He came over last week to talk and we ended things officially. Things had been pretty much over before then, but that was the first time I had said it.”

“Said what?”

“That I didn’t want him back. That I deserved better. That that was the end of the road for us, and that he wasn’t who I am supposed to be with.”

A flash of red and blue caught your eye through the branches of a tree overhead from where the streetlight was shining. You shook your head and looked back at Brad. “Thank you, for everything. You’ve been-- just, amazing these past few weeks.”

“I told you already, you deserve the world. I just hope I can be the one to give it to you.”

“Walk me home?” You looked up at him shyly, an unsaid question in your eyes.

“Of course, my lady.” He bent to kiss your hand and headed in the direction of your apartment.

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn, into weeks.

“Last box?” You asked Brad as he carried it through the doors of his apartment on the upper west side.

“Yeah,” he huffed as he set it down. “Takeout okay for dinner?”

“Absolutely babe.” You kissed his cheek. “You know my order.”

A few minutes later he left to go pick up your food from your favorite chinese place. You were sorting through your boxes when you heard a tap on the balcony. Looking up, you saw none other than your friendly neighborhood spiderman.

“Hey.” You said as you joined him in the crisp fall air. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in.” He said cooly, but you could hear the pain in his voice.

“I’m doing fine, and so is Brad. Since you’re checking in.” You told him.

“Just-- out of all the people in this city, Brad Davis?”

“Yeah, what about it?” You cocked your hip and ran a hand through your hair. “I will always care about you Pete, but I’ve moved on. I’m happy. Can’t you be happy for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” He said without looking at you and jumped onto the balcony ledge. “Stay safe, Y/N.”

And I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.

For taking you in and letting you win control of my heart.

And, every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes,

The days turn into weeks.

Oh, I know, all about your type.

“I missed you.” Brad picked you up and set you on the kitchen counter when he got home. You set down the knife you had been using to cut up some carrots and smiled at him, running a hand through his hair.

“I missed you too.” You kissed him quickly. “But I am in the middle of making dinner. I wanted to surprise you when you got home and now it’s ruined.”

He turned off the stove where you were boiling some water and kissed you. “I think..” he spoke against your skin as he trailed kisses down to your collar and played with the hem of your t-shirt, “that dinner can wait.”

He held your face in his hands as he kissed you fervently, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, and you scooted forwards to wrap your legs around his middle, grinding lightly against him. “I would have to agree.” You said as you nipped at his ear, and he picked you up so that you were still wrapped around him.

He took you to the couch in the living room and tossed you down while your hands made quick work of his belt buckle. He lifted your t-shirt over your head and you kicked your shorts and underwear off while he finished undressing himself.

“Shit.” He said as you wrapped him in your hand and pumped him slowly, spreading his precum down the shaft. He handed you a condom and you slowly unrolled it down his length, pressing a light kiss to the tip when you were finished.

He climbed onto the couch and hovered over you while he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned while he slowly fucked you, holding your hips so tight they might leave bruises as he slid almost all the way out and thrust back in to the hilt. “Faster,” you cried out.

He complied, and you found yourself coming to the edge and crashing over. Brad didn’t let up, and continued thrusting into you. When it was over, your legs were shaking and he was sweating.

“I love you.” He turned to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “But I think we might need to order in, because I’m not sure if I will be able to stand long enough to make dinner.”

“That’s my fault.” He said, but he couldn’t hide the smirk that flitted across his features. “I’ll go pick up some Delmars.”

“That is why I love you.” You grinned. “Make it quick.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He laughed as he pulled on his pants and shirt. “I’ll be back soon.”

As the door shut behind you, you saw a peek of blue and red from the balcony across from yours, and the eyes behind the mask made eye contact with yours before swinging away into the horizon. You suddenly became very aware of your state and pulled on your shorts and shirt. Did he see you? You wondered. I must be imagining it.

You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night.

And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I don't feel bad

'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

8 missed messages and 6 missed calls from: parker

-i know you miss me

-don’t do this

-i promise you ive changed

-we can do better

-y/n, don’t give up on me

-we were meant to be

-you’re going to regret this

-i love you

You turned your phone off and looked yourself over in the mirror, silently cursing Ned for telling Peter about today. Everyone kept telling you that you were a vision in your dress. It was beautiful, and you barely recognized yourself in the mirror. The woman standing there was flawless, ethereal-- she looked like a bride.

This was it, for you. You could feel it. Brad was your soulmate. You had thought you had found one in Peter, even for a while after you broke up. But as time went on, you had realized that while you loved him, there was no way you could be happy with him. Brad was it for you. He was the one person you couldn’t live a lifetime without.

Someone knocked on the door to your bridal suite where you were waiting for your dad to get you to go down the aisle. You opened, and the man on the other side quickly slid in and locked the door behind him. “Just hear me out.”

“I’m getting married. I don’t need this today.” You shook your head at him. Peter ran a hand through his hair, looking crazed and out of control.

“You weren’t picking up and-- I just miss you so much, and I know that this isn’t how all of this is supposed to happen.”

“Oh?” You said angrily. “Let me guess: you realized that you ruined the best thing to ever happen to you, and you expect me to feel bad. Well guess what? I don’t. No matter how many times you apologize, you can’t change the fact that you slept with my best friend. I can’t forget that. I won’t. I am happy now, so let me be happy. Just go.”

He blinked through tears before stalking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. And you knew it was over, for good. You turned back to the mirror and adjusted your veil. You would come second to no one, not now, and not ever again.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #brad davis #self insert #peter parker smut #smut #angst #mcu #avengers #cheatercheaterbestfriendeater

172 notes · View notes

reginaldqueribundus · 4 years

Text

and now, time for more The Man in the High Castle

(spoilers for season 3)

Kate Hepburn Jr. aka Julianna is now a badass living with her alternate timeline sister

John Smith, President Nazi, lost his son to eugenics but at least they named a school after him

on the bright side his wife is now an alcoholic

Jul’s sister has seizures but is that just her thing or is that to do with the dimension-hopping

Aryan Tom Holland (Jake) just killed a guy with a shovel

Naked Clark Kent (Frank) continues to be dead (good)

Jul is hanging out with Old Japanese Bureaucrat Guy (Tagomi)

where is Dobby?? he is the only one free from sin

Japan is running out of gasoline

I thought they owned Alaska, isn’t Alaska supposed to be full of oil? Isn’t that what George W. Bush was always on about

omg DOBBY IS STILL ALIVE and he’s doing the Breaking Bad thing with the dickhead weeb antiques dealer guy, this is all I could ever want

I’m pretty sure a random cowboy has just mistaken them for a gay couple and is about to propose a threesome

also I hate, hate, HATE the trope where male character goes through a trauma and then hot girl has to have sex with him to heal him with her magic vagina

because men on tv are only allowed to express their emotions through sex and cold-blooded murder amirite fellas

I guess this is the part where Aryan Tom goes fully down the Evil Path™? I seriously hope Jul isn’t going to have to heal him with her vagina or I will roll my eyes so hard

uM WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE JUST STRAIGHT UP INTRODUCING MULTIVERSE RESEARCH???

that awkward moment when you lose access to your mental health treatment because you accidentally killed the grieving widow of the doctor your husband murdered to protect your son from the eugenics police who then gave himself up to the eugenics police anyway which is why you need the mental health treatment in the first place

including George Lincoln Rockwell is an interesting touch

DOBBY IS GAY??? MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BOY

ew Hepburn is making out with Aryan Tom

Tom: “it’s just a fucking job it doesn’t define who I am” uhhhh Tom you are literally a Nazi assassin, pretty sure that definitely does define who you are!!! no Kate DON’T KISS HIM GOD DAMN IT

oh GREAT Naked Clark is alive, ugh

(I’m exaggerating my dislike for Clark ofc, he was just the victim of some shitty male writing in seasons 1-2)

me every single time John Smith is onscreen:

ugh I know Julianna has to do it for Spy Purposes™ but does she have to sleep with Jake? he is gross and doesn’t deserve happiness

oh nvm she killed him go Julianna

*Sans voice* you feel your sins crawling on your back

also Smith’s wife is boning her therapist. good for her

my favourite point in antiques dealer Robert’s character arc is when he gets his ass beat and wanders through his old shop picking up everything that belongs to him

OH MY GOD TAGOMI IS A FUCKING BADASS WHO JUST CRUSHED A NAZI’S THROAT WITH A STICK

if anything happens to this wonderful old man I will personally kill Jeff Bezos

now Juliana and her new Irish friend are going to go blow up the Nazis’ multiverse portal

also wanted to point out some atrocious editing in the lesbian bar scene, we can clearly see the bartender’s mouth doesn’t move but her voice just comes out of thin air and asks them what they want

aw yeah fuckin get it Tagomi-san

yes this show is very depressing but every once in awhile they’ll throw me a bone and a violent anti-semite will get shot in the face so that’s nice

so recently a blog called @frankfrinkstilldeservedbetter followed me and uhhh wow they sure are right about that

I have to say they did a great job with the story and the mechanics of the whole “traveling” thing, which I don’t think was in the book?

but in conclusion John Smith get fucked

#the man in the high castle #tmithc #sam watches tmithc #a post by me™#frank frink

28 notes · View notes

unsettledink · 4 years

Text

A while back I made up a list of fics I had ideas for/wanted to write, mostly to try and drum up bids for Marvel Trumps Hate.

Since then I have, of course, had approximately five million new ideas and keeping track of them has gotten a bit out of hand, so i thought I’d try and put them all in one place that I could come back to and also update more easily. Also possibly some sort of… accountability thing? Like if I put them out into the universe I’m more likely to actually write them? Well I can dream.

There’s going to be a couple of these, divided up by pairings. Feel free to ignore, it’s mostly housekeeping!

(This one’s just for marvel ideas that AREN’T starker or spiderio. Mostly Tony related. Man, Idk why they’re all so sad.)

* for new ideas (ARG)

Deep End series (Tony/Quentin) - yeah, Quentin really had no fucking clue what he was getting into with Tony, and Tony doesn’t know how out of his depth Quentin is. Five done out of a total of ten or eleven.

Old Adages series (Tony/Quentin) - continuing adventures of Tony really enjoying getting dicked down and Quentin growing more confident and more unstable.

Blackmail (Tony/Quentin) - Quentin wants that name changed, and he’s willing to edit the footage of them fucking for blackmail purposes, if that’s what it takes.

Follow ups to Sustain (Tony/Coulson) - so how does IM2/Avengers go differently now that Coulson has a different view of Tony, and now that Tony has some actual support? Continued non-sexual bdsm, still Tony/Pepper.

ABO forced bondings (endgame Tony/Coulson) - Afghanistan was a nightmare for omega!Tony not just for the canon reasons. Forced bonding is super illegal and super effective for torture, and it super fucks Tony up to go through multiple. Maybe he really needs the stability of a bond when he gets back, but SHIELD had better not try anything...

Oh shit arc reactor - shortish piece about the arc reactor malfunctioning unexpectedly around the avengers in a domestic situation (probably 2012 era style). I just want them to be niiiiice to Tony okay??

Touch soulmate au (Tony/Steve/Bucky) - Steve is NOT happy to shake hands and end up with Tony as a soulmate; he already has Bucky and doesn’t want a replacement. Things get real ugly real fast, and then just get worse when hey, Bucky’s alive!

Yet another soulmate take (Tony/Steve/Bucky) - Tony gets hit by a sex drug during a mission with Steve and Bucky. Once designed for Bucky’s enhancements (shit) and Bucky knows what Tony’s in for. He decides to help out as much as possible while Steve angsts about it for a while before joining in. In the process, Tony’s mark gets exposed and whoops, they’re a triad.

Look I like soumates okay? (Tony/Steve/Bucky) - the darkest take on it: it’s not rape if it’s your soulmate, after all. Surely Tony’s going to be happy to drop Pepper in favor of his ~soulmates~.

ABO into MCU (Tony/Tony) - MCU Tony and Tony from an ABO verse get switched. It's one of the uglier abo versions; regular Tony is appalled and furious, and decides that when they manage to switch back, he's not letting ABO Tony come back here. He'll figure out how to deal with the 'two Tony Starks' and the 'heats without a single alpha in the world' problems later, because that always works out well.

Multiverse swap take two - For Reasons, a Tony from one of the sadder/darker verses swaps with a happy one, and of course everyone wants their Tony back, not this sad sack (ouch). Sad!Tony fixes things, but the second happy!Tony is swapped, he insists on bringing sad!Tony into their verse. Because god, he’s not going to leave any version of himself in that miserable place.

Saddest AI Tony (Tony/Steve/Tony) - Steve and AI Tony get together, happiness all around! Until real Tony catches wind and what do you mean Steve would have dated him? Well, they can now! Bye AI Tony, go be sad about not being real elsewhere - or actually, not, because a threesome sounds like fun for everyone. Right? D:

Hearing loss - so I’ve seen a lot of ‘Tony’s eyesight is fading’, but what about his hearing? I mean, it’s not like he’s been in plenty of situations that could cause hearing damage... oh wait.

ABO Twists (multiple possible pairings) - 1) a rare type of omega can handle multiple bonds at once, and the Avengers acquire one for stability. 2) omegas having the most power and using it, picking out the alphas they want nvm what the alpha wants. One working their way through the Avengers and collecting favors. 3) omegas are fucking vicious and more than a little feared, and the competition to be chosen by one (and not ripped apart) is fierce.

(And feel free to talk to me about anything here, I love an excuse to ramble. Also, if something grabs your attention, have fun writing it - the more the merrier!)

#quentony #stony #stuckony #ironagent #selfcest #idea squad #idea dump #maybe i'll write this someday

8 notes · View notes

dreamsafterhours · 4 years

Text

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

taglist: @lavellanfriendliness

shoot me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in future parts!

#dreamwritersnet #kwritersworldnet #neowriters #nct au #nct 127 au #nct dream au #markhyuck #markhyuck au #markhyuck x reader #mark x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #mark au #haechan au #donghyuck au #nct college #nct college au #eng lit mark #paediatrics haechan

12 notes · View notes

01010010-posts · 5 years

Text

— swear you're not gonna replace me.

requests: since your clothes shopping request i’ve been thinking of what if the boys s/o did go shopping for technology like i wanna see them get jealous of a damn roomba sksksk

Hi, I really love your work. It's so amazing! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has a robotic pet. Something obviously not sentient, like a mechanical animal or maybe something clearly robotic like a cute spider robot that climbs and hops around.

How about the RKs reacting to their s/o who cares for animals (both android and real) to the point that strays follow them and just sees them as a parent that they need to protecc? ~Feather (Btw, your blog is a m a z I n g)

For the 3 bois: Reader doesn't know what to get her s/o as a birthday gift. So she impulse buys a pet that she thinks matches the personality of her s/o (EX: Connor = Corgi and RK900 = Banded Sea Krait. These examples don't have to be the pets, pick whatever you want.) The bois react to it, keep it, and forms a relationship with it (Whether adoring, salty, etc. you decide.)

RK900 really is THAT man huh im also having an existential crisis so im sorry if i lumped these requests together thought they would be qt

Connor:

• he thinks he can do it • he thinks he’s prepared • he’s an adult he’s mature enough • actually he’s not but nvm • besides isn’t it the same as when Hank calls his car “baby” when it’s throwing a ‘tantrum’? yeah it’s prob the same he can FUCKING do it • “do we,,,, really need a fridge that can speak? don’t humans hate that kind of odd thing? for examples, 1998’s Furbies are–” • “.......... listen, love, for the last time. it’s just a fridge!” • “BUT it can speak! can we.... I don’t know, buy another model?” • “gosh, we’ve rehearsed this conversation, baby, no. it’s the last they’ve got in stock and we don’t have much money, plus i can’t order one and wait a week, food’ll go bad otherwise” • “but it can speak....” it’s the only feeble lament that comes out of connor’s mouth before propping his head against the passenger’s seat, visibly worried • “it will just say a couple of lines like ‘ice is ready beep beep’, don’t think about it too much, okay?” • it’s already weird you have to reassure him about this topic • ok you love connor & you might be an androidfucker but it doesn’t MEAN you’re going to start a romantic story with a fridge! • what has your life come to if you’re having such thoughts • “I can say ‘ice is ready’ too!” • you bet he can say beep beep too • “.... i know and i love you for that, honey, but you can’t keep my yogurt cool” • “can,,, try?” • softly “don’t.”

RK900:

• “look, i think it matches your personality” • “.... babe it’s a roomba” • “i know right? you just already have so much in common!” • “BABY” • “oh don’t worry! it’s deviant!” • he’s,,,, going to collapse there and then • “why did you even gift me something like this” • “why? because you’re always doing chores and, although you can’t be physically tired, you deserve to at least not spend time sweeping the floor” • OK that was a nice thing to say but you’re NOT getting away so EASILY • “but I like doing them!” • “.... you do?” • “yeah, I mean– they’re relaxing, I don’t mind doing them” • you adjust your position on the couch and smirk, but to him it appears as a kind smile “now you’re saying that because you’re jealous of a roomba taking your place as the only android in this house but no one likes doing chores trust me” • “no, no, no– you trust me. I do like them, in fact I love them! folding, sweeping, wiping, washing, all of these repetitive gestures, they’re calming and– and.... and not to mention that doing them for you.... I love that too, I love laundering your clothes because you’re so cute when you’re happy about putting on a pretty outfit or– or I love cooking for you, because you eat with so much content that I–” • he becomes aware of how his soliloquy is affecting you as soon as his eyes lands on your face • and he stops • and he blushes, i’m not joking, he blushes HARD • and he fakely clears his throat • “come here” you whisper, moving your index back and forth • he steps closer, then slowly leans onto your features “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” • “shh” you silence him with a kiss, holding his collar with your fingers “sorry about what? that was lovely af” • he chuckles, lighter, relieved because of your sweet moment • “now, I don’t really find any use in me adhering to human customs and having a birthday but– how to say.... next time we’ll choose my gift together? couple technology shopping? if you’re okay with such request” • he adores you so much he could even accept an eternity of ugly weird gifts if that pleases you GOSH THIS MAN!!!! • “.... you’re a dumb baby but i love you especially because of this” • “excuse me what do you–” • “that was not your real birthday gift don’t worry, it was a joke!” • “I swear I’m” • good thing his real birthday gift is something else /winkwink • yeah im,,,, talking about cuddles and a red&white sweater

RK800-60:

• it was a pretty strange series of events, really, that lead to adopting a cute little mechanical bird • the main one was that he found it on a road’s corner, ‘wounded’, and didn’t have the ‘heart’ in him to ignore such pitiful thing and its cries for help, because, certainly he hadn’t been denied ‘help’ either when he was in a similar situation • he decided, of course, that it was his ‘mission’ to repair it • and he put the utmost care in the process • because of this reason, well, he naïvely & humanly thought that the tiny creature would have been somewhat grateful to him, maybe worshipping his figure if not as a god but as a caretaker • probably because that’s what happened to him but • but his expectations are surely not met when the chirping friend behave as.... an android • in all honesty it’s a bit discouraging • but he’s not given the opportunity to explore this worry as his ‘new’ ‘emotions’ takes most of his thinking hardware • “I’m not jealous at all, it’s just that he follows you everywhere! I can’t believe it!” • “yep. that sounds like something a jealous person would say” you attempt your best at hiding the giggling growing on your mouth, your ‘pet’ placidly resting on your right shoulder • “okay maybe I’m jealous. an insignificant amount tho” he pouts, leaning to see what you’re cooking by using his left hand as a lever • he’s probably also looking at you but that’s a secret well kept • “you shouldn’t be, love.” you joke, giving him a wink but still not facing his side until you’re ready to continue speaking “i mean, i only have eyes for you” • he chuckles, unable to contain his usual playful attitude, especially when he’s with you • “oh but it’s not you who I’m jealous about!” • mh? you ponder a moment, smiling “ahh so this baby chick is the sole object of your attention! woe is me!” • he can’t help but laugh along with you and place a kiss on your cheek • and then one on the tiny chirping child’s tiny head

357 notes · View notes

hostagine · 4 years

Text

FanFic Authors Tag Game Tagged by @ohshcscenerios Ao3 Name: i don’t have one D: Fandom(s): Ouran High School Host Club & Miraculous Ladybug

Number of fics: - 39 - (that’s including 1 that’s unpublished)

Fic you spent the most time on: “She’s Gone” - Oh god uh,,,, it’s been 5 years and counting xD edit: nvm it’s been 4 years and 11 months. *bangs on the fanfiction like a car salesmen* Started this bad boy in 2015 and have yet to finish the last two remaining chapters. RIP lmfao pls don’t read this fic

Fic you spent the least time on: “He Liked Her” -- A little one shot fic that I wrote as a request and decided to turn it into a KyoHaru fic. I think I wrote it in maybe a little over an hour.

Longest fic: “Luminescent” -- Oh boy. Luminescent is my longest fic, with 281,000 words & 59 Chapters. Ending this fanfic with an uneven amount of Chapters will always be something my OCD hates me for.

Shortest fic: “Dirty Little Secret” - The one and only KaoHaru fic I’ve written. At a whooping 560 words xD I wrote this a little over 5 years ago and it was a little thing I wrote in my notebook to pass the time while camping.

Most hits: “Strawberry Shampoo” -- A HikaHaru story I wrote when I was 13. Many regrets. It still stands as my most popular fic, with 51,000+ hits. (pls don’t read this either. Have mercy on me).

Most kudos: I don’t use AO3 D:

Most comment threads: 3 xD

Fave fic you wrote: “My Muse” -- I was so excited about this story. I spent almost 2 years planning My Muse before I even wrote the first draft of Chapter 1. But, like it always does, the plot started to develop more and more the further I got into the story and I ended up hitting a brick wall. So the story is on Hiatus for now.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:

I have 2 honorable mentions:

“Speak Now” -- I started this story, spent a month on it and then stepped away from it for a breather. Now, 4 years later, he sits unfinished. I hope one day I can finally spit the next chapter out and it can finally continue. But alas, time escapes me.

“Painful Love” -- I’d love to rewrite this story. The plot changed so many times while writing it over the years, that it’s kind of messy. Now that the story is finished and I know how it starts and how it ends I’d love to rewrite it so it’s easier on the eyes. It’s a story that’s been with me for a long time and so it’s like wanting to give justice to an old friend. The only thing keeping me from rewriting it is that it has 50 chapters and 200k+ words and adult me just doesn’t have the time.

Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

Here’s a little snippet from “Our World” - A little HikaHaruKao story. About A little girl from their past, who wanted to build a snowman.

Two shadows walk up to her, and she looks up, meeting their faces with eyes full of threatening tears, knowing she just lost all the grocery money her father entrusted her with for this week.

Until Hikaru thrusts his arm out, holding her bag. “Here.”

“My bag,” She muttered, standing up with a wobble. “YOu found it.”

He stuck up his nose, looking away. “Whatever. Just take it. It’s making my arm sore.”

It was dripping wet, which meant it must have been in the pond after all, but the twins didn’t look wet at all.

“Don’t get excited. Tamaki’s the one who went fishing. He told us to give it to you.” Kaoru spoke up in a grumble, watching his brother and Haruhi’s hand brush awkwardly against one another. “Your wallet’s in the club room drying.”

Haruhi held it close to her chest, looking up towards the twin closest to her, staring into his eyes before managing to clearly.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

Hikaru almost bit into his tongue from clamping his jaw down so tight. His brow furrowed, cursing her in his mind. Because how dare she be anything but that stupid, grubby commoner who wiggled her way between him and Kaoru. How dare she sit between them in class. How dare she cause them this much trouble in their club. How dare she be kind of cute.

Stupid girl.

“Whatever,” he almost choked. “Forget it. Come on, Kaoru.”

Hikaru turned on his heel, and stomped away. Kaoru paused, after watching the weird interaction and stared a little longer at the short girl clutching her wet bag, before he finally turned and followed his brother back to the club room, quickly catching up to him.

“Say, Hika?”

“What?”

“Doesn’t she seem kind of familiar to you?” he asked.

“She’s a commoner, Kaoru.” Hikaru injected a bit of his wisdom. “They all look the same.”

“Hey, wait!” She suddenly spoke up, and the twins stopped, surprising themselves that they’d ever stop for anyone but each other.

“You... never told me your names.”

They turned just enough to look over their shoulders.

“As if we’d tell you.”

@kayleana @avelyst

9 notes · View notes

bloodgulchclub · 4 years

Text

Chapter Three: Quest of the Stolen Watergun

Donut noticed how Grif hasn't arrived to work in a couple days. This may be Donut's show but this is Grif's episode. After Decter's scene he crawed his way back home. And home consists of a shoe box and a flash light. Ever since then greif was has greving his greifed baby maker. Constantly having nightmares, remembering what happened that fateful day.

His tear stained eyes shot open as the dicked lobster crawled away. "It took my pp". It took his son. Ever since then Geoff hasn't been himself.

And in the end all Dexter wants to do is sleep. And hoepe he wakes up with his beloved member.

At last miracles don't exist

Depper wokes up. He won't feel sorry for himself anymore. Hes done with this self loathing.

Hes gonna find his length. If its the last thing he does. Rolling his way over to the blood gulch club. Detective time. He walked like a fucking peigin to the back room

"Crime seen baby-"

"GR E E E EDFF" the gayish high voiced manboy person gretted him

"Dont talk to me"

Didi's brother continued his investigation. The lobster slavery box was no where to be seen. Sarge probably was too much of a piss baby to get new lobsters, of course he is look at him. So following the original gangsta lobsters was out of the question…

Maybe follow new lobsters

He thought to himself.

Yes that is a sexy idea

Do they have a mating call? Lets find out

Grif tried lots of noises. But anything with the letter :O made the ground shake

Pow? Maybe they like vore

"Pow pow pow" he wispered. "Pow pow pow" his voice got louder. Suddnely, a loud boom shook the room. Lobsters of all shapes and sizes flooded into the room. 👁👄👁 "Now is my time" Grif said out loud. He did some Naruto shit and twisted his arm around the largest lobster like squidward did to spongebob that one time.

The lobster was startled, and it flipped and flipped and flipped and flipped out of the room, with Dessert still attached.

"Pow pow" said the lobster, it was probably saying "ya facking cant, how could ya do this".

Nvm yes it was saying that. The lobster fuck it lets name it Earth 2.0

Earth 2.0 jumped and clawed, desperate to get the fatass off its lobsterself. Grif stayed on the same way he rides simmons- screaming and crying. The way they bent and flipped would make any gymnast jealous. Earth 2.o had to get away, this monster looks exactly how it's neighbor's dog's girlfriend brother's God father's doctor's nurse's niece's grandmother described the lobster molester. A big Hawaiian who smells like sweaty cheese. Ok rude

Grif felt a large pressure on his tiddies.

And Then Suddenly Everything Went White

What?

Gidd just felt his boobs. And he had his eyes closed, hes color blind. Just like his bio sister-

Wait

What if she wasn't his biological sister? What if theyre not even related

What if grif is his sister

Oh shit hes tripping.What kind of fucking drug is this- it smells like dick. As grif realized the sent, he looked around. Penis shaped trees and penis shaped clouds. Dick this dick that. And fouly shaped flowers and…cockroaches. Dexter was laying on a rock covered with prosthetic members, right next to a pre cum river… he read a sign titled PP land ":O" said Grif.

"How did you say that with your mouth?

"New phone who dis"

"Dont you know how to great an old friend"

"Stfu sans"

The two bickered until grif had enough. He stod up (shocking) and turnef around

"😳😩👄💦👄🤙😡🤢👌 FELOX" he screamed as he clinged on the taller man. Frif is like 3 feet tall.

"Pls be in my guts" asked grieve

"Ok" bill gates responded in a sexy ass alpha top dom knife play voice

He threw grif like a chair and broke his neck

"My bad i have hurty kink" said Felix as grif coughed blood. 👀😡💦👌 said grif

Theta then comes into the room

"Hi can you help me find my daddy"

"No but i can give you a new one ;)"

Wait no we can't rite that

“Suckle on my knob like a corn on the cob” siad isack gates. Grif couldnt respond as he was bleeidng to death. Felix took his 1 inch pp and put it on the tip of grifsd tounge. “Do you like my thick coke” sai d felix “no im diabetic” said grif, he was cut off by “hgduahvdhb” monaed grif

Fuck

“Ok well we do the sex” horny mc fuckface frlix said and 😳😳😳 he grabbed griftste tiddy . girf is really into boob play

“]_ies i don’t have a pp!2!1!1!2” grif shreiekd and started to cry since felix triggered his ptsd

“W”

“Ok come here we go find my weeweer” grii told him, and flex tape agreed since he doesn’t have anything better to do

So they left the area and started singing r mlp theme song as they went around looking in dumpsters and stuff. They found all types of,,,,,, objects that could replace grif's oui oui.

However he didnt like any one, for you see grif is was circumcised and there was a "G" cut in hid foreskin yes that's what circumcision means

“We could use a roll of toilet pape” felix suggested

“No those are too expensien” grif said L8 “i sosrn all of my money on vbucks yesterday “

“That’s fair”

So they icntinued to looks for grif’s little baby, when suddenly, a red flash appears before them

“Oh mah god whazzat”

And them some anime battle music started playing

Pow pow

Followed by a sick ass guitar solo

Oh no Grid paper looked up in horror as he saw it. The penetrated lobster from 3 hours ago. Its lobster coochie still containing grif's beloved. "

THAT ONE" screamed grif! Finally after all this time.

"Ok fatass" resposned Felix and he ran towarrs the floating lobster. He jumped on a sick rock but slipped and,, yeah. So noe its up to grix

. He rand and jumped yes he got a hold of the pp, but his hand was slipping he must act fast. He gave the lobster a big ol kiss on the lips and the lobster relaxed its um.. Lobsgina.

He fell to the ground and everything went black.

I can't fucking write this anymore I'm at my god damn limit i thought this was funny no this is stressful i hate my sinful hands this truly the worst thing I have ever written i hate myself i despise my existence i can't do this anymore

#rvb donut #rvb #red vs blue #grif #simmons #sarge #novel #dexter grif #anime #agent carolina #redvsblueau #redvsbluesmut #bgc #tbgc #white people twitter

9 notes · View notes

anunvalidcritic · 5 years

Text

WATCHMEN (series) EP2

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

We ended off on a big cliffhanger so let’s see where we’re going to be taken from there...

MARTIAL FEATS OF COMANCHE

Look at all those typewriters

Oh shit, so we’re German alrighty then. I speak German as well.

“Hello, boys, what are you doing over here? Fighting the Germans? Has it ever done you any harm, of course, some whites folks lying and any Asian Americans papers told you that the Germans ought to be wiped out for the sake of humanity and democracy. But I ask you boys; what is democracy? Do you enjoy the same rides as the white people do in America? Are you rathered treated over there as second class citizens? Can you get a seat in a theatre where white people seat or can you even ride in the south in the same streetcar as white people? And how about the law; is lynching and the most horrible cruelties connected there with a lawful proceeding in a democratic country. Now all of this is entirely different in Germany. Colored people have mighty fine position in business in Berlin and other German cities. Why then fight the germans you have been the tool of the egotistic rich in america and there is nothing in the whole game for you but broken bones, horrible wounds, and death. To carry the gun in service of America is not an honor but a shame throw it away and come over to the German line and you will find friends who will help you along.” - GERMAN SOLDIER/YOUNG AFRICAN AMERICAN SOLIDER/YOUNG & OLD WHEELCHAIR MAN

Sorry for the long monologue above but it was to powerful for it not to be posted.

damn she just rolled him away as if they weren’t just at a crime scene

breathe ANGELA breathe

damn 105 and still alive .... wow

“He had skeletons in his closet.” - WHEELCHAIR MAN

His name is now WILL

Well ANGELAs heading back to the crime scene

“Oh I read it I just don’t believe it.” - NEWSPAPER SALESMAN

I bet there looking at those wheelchair tracks right now...

LOOKING GLASS really just came into that car and the first thing he asked if he had any food.

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

LOOKING GLASS - “Was he high?”

LADY KNIGHT - “He might’ve done some blow.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Sounds like quite a party.”

LADY KNIGHT - “My kids were there.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Your kids.”

LADY KNIGHT - “...Fuck you, you shiny fuck. What are you interegating me now?”

LOOKING GLASS - “Why would I interegate you?”

LADY KNIGHT - “Cuz you’re a cold motherfucker glass.”

LOOKING GLASS - “Then why am I crying under here.”

This was quite intense for that short amount of town.

So they’re just gonna touch his body without gloves on at all???

FLASHBACK

ANGELA and CALVIN are dancing and it’s Christmas Eve.

“There’s somebody in our house.“ - ANGELA

WOOOW this dude is bold af

SHE FLEW BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!

She was out for 3 days!

JUDD and ANGELA having a little heart to heart after being fucked up by the same group of people.

They’re the only 2 people in the force that survived...

THE WHITE NIGHT

PRESENT

She looks like she wants to break some shit.

“So are you coming or are you fucking breathing?” - RED SCARE

That NIXON statue kinda threw me for a loop lol

Why the fuck would you throw a glass bottle at the police??? (like Ik your mad but damn.)

I think it’s safe to say that ANGELA let some of her anger out on that man...

AYYE HENRY LOUIS GATES JR.

WILLIAM’s DREAMLAND THEATRE (his parents owned the theatre)

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

ANGELA - “Can you take a rain check?”

KIDS GRANDPA - “I can take a real check. *ANGELA proceeds to pull out her pocketbook and writes a check* ...Must be satisfying putting those Redfordations to work.”

ANGELA - “Get the fuck off my porch.”

lol, that little girl said, “keep walking before I stab you in the butt.”

Those Martian Blocks are pretty fucking cool.

TOPHER SHOOK

Is that Orville Peck playin’ in the background??

(he lowkey looks like he can be on the show...)

Ig I would’ve knocked that shit over to if I didn’t like the information I just received.

AMERICAN HERO STORY

“WARNING: The Federal Communications Commission has determined the following content to be emotionally harmful. Young children should not view this content under any circumstances. Even if supervised by a Parent or Guardian the views and opinions expressed, including the depictions of persons of color and members of the LGTBQA+ community do not reflect any official policy or position of the US Government. This program contains graphic language, violence, nudity, misogyny, racism, anti-Semitism, hate crimes, and depictions of sexual assault. Be advise.”

TOPHER just seatin’ there lookin’ at the screen can it start already.

LOOKING GLASS keeps that mask on at all times.

Who tf is that talkin’ about getting shot in the head and washing up onto the Boston Harbor?? Do sounds like BATMAN.

At least he didn’t knock that little kid upside his head.

WOAH THAT MOTHERFUCKER SHOT HIS FUCKING EAR!!!

ROFL THE WAY THIS DUDE CAME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD YOU HAVE TO thROW A CANNED FOOD ITEM IN ORDER FOR IT TO HAVE AN IMPACT LIKE THAT!?!?!?

I have to say that this man is very skilled with a shard of glass

Okay, so you’re just going to continue to shoot the rest of bullets into one of your accomplices??? *make it make sense*

Wow ok, so we're going all out with the headbanging then??

“Who am I, when I was little every time I would look into the mirror I saw a stranger starring back at me. He was very very angry. Hot, vibrating electricity with no place to ground it.” - HOODED JUSTICE

this dude is dramatic af lol but this is his story I’ll let him tell it...

SENATOR JOE truly is an ol’ country boy with that accent rofl

And ANGELA is down for the count

LOL she played that shit off well

Night vision goggles ok ok that’s cool

She found something.....

OH FUCK NO BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So this man is pretty every day on repeat like it’s Groundhog’s Day or something.

“When is a lie not a lie?“ - OZYMANDIAS

“When it’s acting.” - MAID

HA, he was rude af to MR. PHILLIPS

So there recreating the seen of how DR. MANHATTAN came to be...

OZYMANDIAS is one crazy mothertucker....

...tiny weiner...

.... wtf they all look alike.... oh that dude really died!

How long has WILL been in the bakery??

nvm not that long apparently lol

LOL he didn’t have to throw that shell from the boiled egg like that

This dude really does have “friends in high places” but he didn’t mean for her to literally check CAPTAIN JUDD’s closet smdh

------------

This episode was quite delightful and I’m ready to see what the next episode has to offer. Until then clean your hands, be careful of who and what you’re around, and don’t get so down in the dumps.

4 notes · View notes

coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years

Text

Houses With Teeth | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

What is this shiny new title--is she a short story, is she a... a new novel?? Or is she the seventh book of FOSTERED because apparently that series never ends!! Haha.

Ha.

So yes! This is the first update for--yes!--book 7 of FOSTERED! A few things you’ve probably already noticed:

The title is not a past tense verb and we STAN. If you haven’t noticed books 1-6 of the series follow a verb-ED structure, and I honestly became so over it by book four but kept up with it for consistency’s sake. I debated for probably two seconds before I settled that I am TIRED of these UGLY fostered titles, so we have made a CHANGE. Honestly, I kind of needed this change because this book is going to be kind of... different from the others (genre, tone, etc, etc), and I needed a more concrete separation from Old Fostered to New Fostered.

Originally, this title actually belonged to REWIRED for about 2 hours before I decided to give it to the new book. This was my thought process:

Me want new title for REWIRED, this title = trash

*comes up with new title*

nvm i’ll never be able to think of a title better than this for book 7

(I’d like to say my process was more thoughtful than this but this is literally how it happened oops)

While trying to come up with titles for the three sections of Rewired, I came up with houses for part 2. This is what sparked me to think of the title HOUSES WITH TEETH. I changed part two’s name because houses literally made no sense in conjunction with the chapters, and I’m happy about it since I looove this title.

So without further ado, let’s get into it!

I honestly have been struggling with the idea of this book for a very long time. As I’ve mentioned, FOSTERED’s 5 year anniversary will be coming up this October--AKA I’ve been writing this series for a very long time! I grew up with this series and its characters and whilst it’s all been very special to me in my development as an adolescent, I’m also older now, and my tastes in both writing and books have changed immensely. I knew I still had a story kicking here with FOSTERED, so I could have ended the series I just had one thought that held me back: why end it when it feels like it’s only just begun?

For a very long time, I severely misunderstood MANY of my characters in Fostered. Is this because I don’t characterize and blindly pants all of my novels hahahah possibly. Keeping in mind that the FOSTERED novels on average usually only took me about 2-5 months to complete, despite writing with these babes for 5 years, I still failed to understand them as characters. I don’t think this is exactly wrong--I understood as much as I needed to get through the first five books.

However, this idea that my characters were beyond what I’d made for them really confronted me when I started writing book six. I soon realized that literally 90% of the cast is made up of garbage people I absolutely love, and that in general, I really like writing about dark, strange, unsettling things. But this realization came as I was writing the sixth book in the series--very late! Though I acknowledge at some point FOSTERED will cease to be (rip), this idea of leaving it when there was, to say it simply, SO MUCH JUICY TEA, would feel like an injustice.

This is where this book comes into play! Although this isn’t a chapter update (more of a preliminary intro, if you will), I’ve had some time to think about the novel itself. Though I still really don’t have solid footing on the plot, it’s got an aesthetic and that’s... enough??

I made a mini moodboard of all the things HOUSES WITH TEETH. Here it is:

Process:

I’ve been struggling a lottttt with this book lately because I honestly don’t know what it is?? So far I know a few major things like Reeve being 20 and living in NYC, Foster being a central character, etc etc, but the book hasn’t materialized beyond these things? I feel very headless working on this project, which I know means I need to do a lot more thinking/planning before diving in. Because it’s slightly different from the rest of the books, it’s taking a bit more elbow grease to work into.

I recently changed the tense from present to past, and I think this helped?? Possibly?? I don’t exactly know what the story is in past tense, but I also didn’t know what it was in the present so lol I think the experimentation is good for me. For now, I’ve kind of put this guy on the back burner while I work on other things, but I have drafted some of it, the first ‘present’ version in a writing sprint because girl needed a push, and the second ‘past’ version pretty recently. I do like both, though they kind of achieve different things. I was having trouble keeping momentum with the present version, hence the switch, but I am having trouble transferring Reeve’s cynicism into the past.

I am not fully certain on plot yet because of these things, so I’m not confident enough to share a summary, but I do have some excerpts! With that said, there’s a lot that could change, so everything I share here is malleable/could change.

Excerpts:

The first excerpts I’ll share are from the ‘present’ version of this story, which is how I initially started drafting! I do like a lot of it, I just don’t think I can keep up with the tense without running out of steam.

This is the opening. I’ll share both from the present and past tense versions so you can see how different they are (because oh boy are they!). For some context, Reeve is cleaning up some broken herb planter pots from her sink after she believes Ethel, the ghost in her apartment, has knocked them down:

The apartment is haunted but Joel won’t get a priest until he sees proof. You won’t see proof of the paranormal, I’ve explained, but Joel doesn’t care. Joel is atheist and my landlord. He thinks Christians are Satan worshippers, and I haven’t ever disagreed. But there’s a ghost. Her name is Ethel.

Ethel is twenty and was murdered in this apartment. A cold case. She hates New York City, too buzzy, too fluid, the traffic vulgar and boring. I intuit Ethel, which sounds like bullshit, because it is. I doubted her and she cut my hair in my sleep. Ethel hates this apartment.

idk what is up with the sentence structure here but:

Once I’ve cleared the first pot from the sink, I work on the next, a wilted clump of cilantro. Unrooting it from the splinters of terracotta and placing whatever I can salvage on a paper towel. The de-potted herbs intestinal, like webbings of medicinal veins. Ollie’s movie muttering. The motor of the refrigerator gruelling and wet. In my head I tick off the herbs I’ve saved so far: thyme, rosemary, parsley, dill. All the pots empty and bagged for the garbage. I grab the notepad from the fridge and make a note: buy better pots.

In the middle of cleaning up the pots, Reeve gets a phone call and answers, assuming it’s her landlord/roommate/semi-boyfriend Joel. I wrote all of this during a writing sprint with my buddies and I haven’t looked at it since. There are parts I like and some parts I don’t lol:

Static echoes through the speaker and it’s a telemarketer, a wrong number, a prank call from two teenage girls in Indiana, Ethel on the other line. But then there’s a clink and someone clearing their throat. “You’re in Manhattan?”

The familiar swell of his voice through the line is like the shaft of a finger tracing the notches of my spine. His voice crackles, bad connection, and I want to use it as an excuse to hang up, but don’t. I finger the leftover bits of terracotta in the sink, swirling the mud against the stainless steel.

“Who is this?” I say this because it’s easier. There are not explanations if I’m just from the city. The distant shimmer of music from his side fills the dead air, the melody gentle. Outside, Marty from the convenience store walks her golden retriever, bustling through the suburban neighborhood across the road. The woman who just started her shift at the apartment’s lobby smokes absently on the drive-up. I put the phone between my shoulder and my ear and gnaw at my fingernails.

“Your brother.” I picture him on the veranda of some Delaware beach house, playing lazy games of Parcheesi with Harrison, his hair long and unattractive to the girl he tries to impress at the public pool. Sharing a cigarette with his roommate-boyfriend-co-worker. The tobacco protruding into his lungs, feeding through his throat.

Marty and her dog have made it to the streetlamp outside of the complex; Marty on the phone, the dog sniffing at a fire hydrant. I lean over the sink and mix bits of plant fertilizer and water from the drain with my pinkie. It’s easy to imagine him by the ocean, the porch of his new place gritty with sand. The ice cream truck whirring lazily around the block.

Blowing smoke from the cigarette out the window, onto Marty and her dog, “How did you get this number?”

“Your ad in the paper. I’m calling to fill that position.”

This is the last of ‘present’ HWT that I’ll share which I do rather like! This is the continuation of their conversation:

“I think you have the wrong number.” It’s the only thing I can think of to say. I last saw Lonan nine, ten, eleven months ago, in an unmemorable daze. Sitting glumly in the shade of the cabin with a magazine and cigarette, staring sunward as we rolled out of the lot. Bristles of burr bushes, mosquitoes nipping at his elbows. His phone call feels criminal.

“Why Manhattan?” he asks.

“Better restaurants.”

“I want to fill that room you’re renting.”

“And what about Harrison?”

“He’ll come.”

“It’s an ad for a couch. You can’t both stay on the couch.”

These excerpts are from the ‘past’ version of HWT, again, the first page or so (unedited as well):

Three summers after my father died, he called the phone in my apartment and abruptly hung up. I’d heard his voice for only a second, a brief hello, and it was only when I considered the disconnect to be my fault—a clumsy fumble of the thumb, that I remembered he was dead. It was an easy write off. My father had been appearing in my dreams for six months before he first called. I told no one because I didn’t have to. I convinced myself I was going crazy. I lit a cigarette and smoked over the herb planter Joel and I had set up the week before. No matter how much I tried, every single one died. A half hour after the call, off the brim of a cornfield, a young woman named Ethel was fished out of a silo and pronounced dead.

So we have a very different first sentence/conflict, idk what this even is lool.

The following is the rest of what I’ve written. We kind of see the present version strung through to this version. This excerpt also introduces a new idea that Reeve’s been following this story religiously since it broke (which isn’t in the original).

My father was dead, Ethel was dead, the herbs in the planter were dead. I didn’t make a connection because there wasn’t one. I just followed her story on my walks to work, the easy flight downstairs to the bakery Liu only hired me at because she pitied me. Flipping through the newspapers Liu had out front for five dollars a copy on my lunchbreak, stashed behind a bulk order of red bean paste in the back room when I wanted to finish it later. In headlines, from the first arrest, to the first release, to the first plea from her parents—Ethel was only twenty. With my hair up, down, my tennis shoes on, off, on break when I should’ve been rolling filo pastry, I followed her story. Until it went cold and everyone forgot about Ethel and she became unremembered, unmemorable, unsolved. It was that easy, that tragic.

A week after her headlines ran out, she started turning the water in our shower on and off. She started turning on the TV and ejecting Ollie’s film noir rentals from the library. She started tugging on my necklaces and unscrewing the bolt of my sunglasses. The apartment was haunted I told Joel, but he didn’t believe me. He wanted proof—there would never be proof, and this is the only reason I called Foster back.

(for context she’s calling Foster for ghost hunting troubles because she knows he’s concerned he too is being haunted why do I only write about ghosts is this becoming an issue)

I like both and I think I want to find a way to fuse both together? I think both achieve different things so this is very dependant on what I’m going for! I’m at a bit of a loss, so I’ve been letting it sit and also being inspired by @sarahkelsiwrites break through with her novel and the beautiful prose she’s been pumping out! Let me know: which version do you like better? I’m still going to keep the past tense for now, but we’ll see how it goes when I dive into edits (hopefully soon!). Who knows, maybe none of this writing will end up in the final thing--we’ll have to see!

If you’re struggling with novel openings, I feel you! I’ll keep you updated as I trek through the first chapter/sort out my thoughts, but I hope you liked this post! I know it’s a bit different than usual as I’m having a visible crisis lol, but thank you for reading!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writingupdates #fostered #writerblr

51 notes · View notes