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uniquethingtastemaker · 1 year

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Neige x Reader: White Beaches and a Spring Morning

Summary: The Ramshackle prefect is finally able to get a full week off from school after four overblots. Determined to enjoy their time to the fullest off campus, they set out to explore Sage’s Island, starting with the island’s southern beaches. However, it seems that our prefect can never catch a break, as they find an RSA student crying and upset. Unable to just look away, they set their sights on comforting him and helping him have a good time outside of school.

Word count: just under 3k

Tags: fluff, getting together (not officially though), dates, romance

Warnings: none… unless suave reader is a warning… reader being too hot lol

Author’s notes: this was inspired by a tumblr post by @sorbertisfruity and I loved it so much that I decided to start writing it. Also this is my first time I’m actually writing and posting my creative work, so I just ask that people are kind. Thanks and enjoy!

Leaning forward with the wind whipping through your hair, you fly down the mountain path away from Night Raven College. The engine of the magic wheel roars behind you, as music blasts from the speakers. Finally, you were free! After months of work, you finally got a week off. Of course, you had to blackmail Crowley by threatening to expose the multiple overblots. Nonetheless, he conceded to your requests in the end. Now, you’ve left your worries and Grim temporarily behind in favor of a relaxing day at the beach.

Pulling up to the sandy shore, you park the magic wheel you’d borrowed from Ignihyde and look out at the sight before you. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dreary mountain Night Raven College sat atop of. The morning was crisp and clear with the sea breeze wafting from the ocean. The beach was empty. You were here on a weekday after all. You grab your bag from one of the compartments and head off toward the tide.

The sandals on your feet sink slightly into the sand as you search for a more secluded area to place your bag. After walking along the coast, you catch a glimpse of NRC’s rival school, the Royal Sword Academy. It was almost blinding with its tall white spires that were tipped with blue. Overall, the vibe is much brighter than NRC’s gothic horror aesthetic.

“Wonder what their facilities are like,” you murmur to yourself, “Maybe I can secretly get a tour of the school and request a transfer while I’m at it.”

You chuckle at the thought of your friends’ outrageous reactions to your fictional transfer. Just as you finish the thought, you hear a loud sob. Furrowing your brow, you pick up your pace. Even on your day off, you never catch a break, you internally sigh. You blame your upright and well-meaning nature, but you shrug off the thought as you come across an alcove in the rocks.

You find a boy huddled up against the stone, sobbing to himself. He’s wearing a familiar white uniform jacket, signifying that he’s from the Royal Swords Academy. You’re unable to see his face as he’s tucked it into his knees. Only his ruffled black hair shows. Next to him lies a black beret and the dirt and skid marks on his uniform make it obvious he ran out of the academy.

Coming closer to the cave-like area, your footsteps are masked by the sound of soft waves lapping against the coast.

“Hey,” you call out, “Are you alright?”

The boy’s head snaps up. He stumbles to his feet and begins making rapid apologies. His voice has a light, airy quality to it that cracks as he trips over his words.

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for asking. I—I should probably go. I don’t want to bother you—“

He isn’t able to say anything more, as his foot catches on a nearby rock and he begins tumbling forward with a squeak. Moving on instinct, you catch him by the waist, pulling him in to support his weight. Pressed up against him, you note that he has a slim but fairly toned waist. He’s also a bit taller than expected.

“Are you ok?” You ask, “That was pretty close. It might be a good idea to sit down for a while before moving again. Sorry, I startled you. I was just concerned whenever I heard someone in distress.”

Pulling away slightly, you’re able to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes are the first feature that stands out to you. They’re soft, doe-like, and innocent. His brown eyes are a little puffy and red around the edges from crying, but it doesn’t detract from their soft allure. Your eyes flicker down toward his lips. They’re tinted a natural red, as he chews on them. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of how close the two of you are. You can feel his ragged breath on your cheek, as you take the time to observe him.

He glances down and away from you, tears still in his eyes, as continues to gnaw on his lip. Whether from the anxiety of being caught crying or the flustered embarrassment of being so close, you’re not sure. You suspect it might be both. However, when he turns his cheek, the light catches a glimmer of wet tears that have already streaked down his face. Before you have time to think, you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and wipe it away.

Blinking, you realize that you just performed a somewhat intimate gesture and you move your hand away.

“Sorry, I just wanted to help. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

He stares at you with wide eyes and touches the place where you wiped his tears with his hand.

“…No, I didn’t mind it.”

His voice breaks, then in a smaller tone, he comments, “It was nice.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle, “My name’s (Y/N), and you?”

He hesitates for a second before replying, “Neige.”

He watches your reaction intently, looking for any signs of recognition, but when there is none, he relaxes slightly.

“I wouldn’t mind sitting down again,” he tells you.

He starts to pull away to sit back down when you tighten your grip on his waist, stopping him.

“Hold on, I have a towel. Let me lay it down first,” you state.

Rummaging through your bag, you pull out a towel that you stole from Heartslabyul. The print on the fabric is a dead giveaway. It’s littered with multicolored card suits. Spreading it out, you plop down on the fluffy towel and turn to Neige, who comes to sit next to you.

“Again, sorry for scaring you earlier. I just heard you were in distress and wanted to make sure you were ok,” you repeat, inspecting for any physical wounds. “Physically, you seem fine. Are you in emotional distress?”

Playing with the edge of the towel, he glances up at you before looking away. His grip tightens on it and he nods.

Neige hesitates before saying, “You know, if you have other places to be, you can go do those. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine–”

Before he can get any further, you cut him off, “Neige, I know we just met, but I’m not going to leave someone who’s upset behind. You seem sweet and I want to get to know you. It would be nice to get a new friend.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looks up at you with wet eyes and hiccups slightly, trying to hold back newly formed tears. Your eyes go wide and your body moves on autopilot. You open your arms to offer a hug.

“Hey, do you want a hug? Will that make you feel better?”

Neige hesitates before nodding. Given your cue, you envelop him in a warm, tight hug. Cradling him, you rub small circles on his back and whisper words of comfort.

He breaks. Any semblance of wariness or guard that he had up before crumbles against your kindness and small persistence. He cries so hard that his whole body shakes against you. You squeeze tighter and you can tell that you are the only thing keeping him together at this moment. He ends up clinging and clawing at you as if you’re his only lifeline in the vast ocean. He sobs harder at your gentle approach to comforting him and a few broken words of gratitude spill from his mouth.

“—Thank you, thank you so much. I never— I never got this growing up. I always had to put on a cheerful face to not worry my— my family. This means so much to me. Thank you, thank you (Y/N).”

You clutch him tighter, running a hand through his hair, as he sobs into your shoulder. You feel for him. You understand the struggles of having to carry everyone else’s burden even though it shouldn’t be your responsibility in the first place. You ended up solving and resolving each overblot with only some of your classmates and practically no teachers. No responsible adults were around to help fight Riddle, restrain Leona, stop Azul, and punish Jamil. It had been getting exhausting. Thankfully, you got a week to yourself, but this wasn’t about you and you turned your attention back on your new friend, Neige.

You allow him to get all the tears, sorrow, and pain out of his system. When his sobbing slows down and his breathing starts to even out, you reach into your bag to pull out some tissues, nudging Neige’s face with them.

Upon feeling the tap, he looks up from where his face was buried in your shoulder. Tears and snot run down his face, and he takes the tissues with a small smile.

“Thanks,” he breathes, taking the tissue and blowing into it.

After giving him some water, snacks, a lot of tissues, and more cuddles, he’s much more relaxed than he was earlier. His tired eyes are unable to focus on anything specific, as they flutter to stay awake. He continues to lean on you for support.

Chuckling, you ask, “Wanna lay down?”

Letting out an almost incoherent murmur of approval, he clutches onto your clothes, before asking, “Promise you won’t leave?”

You give him a soft smile that he’s unable to see with his eyes closed, and you lay the two of you down on the towel. You rest beside Neige, as he makes himself comfortable, nestling into your arms.

“Of course, Snow,” you answer, “I’ll make sure to protect you if anything is out to get you.”

He nuzzles into you with a smile filled with sweet dreams, as he drifts off to sleep. After a while of listening to the ocean waves lap against the shore and feeling the slow steady breathing of the person next to you, you also find yourself lulled into the land of dreams.

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“You’re already skipping school. You might as well take the day off to relax and enjoy yourself,” you persuade, “Besides, would you leave your new friend behind to hang out at the beach by themselves?”

You look at Neige with playful and expectant eyes. He lets out a sigh and a small smile slips through, as he concedes.

“I suppose taking one day off wouldn’t hurt.”

You give a cheer.

“Race you to the ocean!” you shout, scrambling to your feet.

Neige squeaks in surprise, before he latches onto your ankle, tripping you. Landing on your hands with a small oof, Neige rushes past.

“Ok, pretty boy! I see how it is,” you cackle.

Launching yourself from the ground into a runner’s sprint, you catch up to him. Wrapping your arms around Neige’s waist, you use your momentum to spin him around a couple of times before flinging him in the opposite direction of the coast. He screeches at the unexpected attack and begins laughing as he stumbles back, trying to regain his balance. Without hesitation, you turn back to the destination and bolt toward the finish line.

The tempered ocean water hits your feet, slowing you down, as you raise your fists and cheer.

Neige jogs over with a stuttering laugh.

“Alright, alright, you win. Are you happy?” He asks with a grin.

“Immensely,” you beam.

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“We’ll have a [favorite ice cream/gelato flavor] and biscoff gelato, please,” you order from the ice cream parlor you found.

The man behind the counter nods with a smile and begins scooping out your request. Neige’s eyes are wide as they turn to you.

“You don’t have to pay for mine,” he insists, pulling out his wallet.

You stop his movements by putting a hand over his.

You hold eye contact with him, as you say, “I like and want to spoil you. You’re sweet, so getting you something sweet only makes sense. Please let me do this.”

Neige’s face heats up and you watch his brain malfunction for a few seconds, before turning away. You take the opportunity to pull out your card and give it to the owner of the shop, paying for your snacks.

“That’s so sweet of you to pay for your boyfriend like that,” the owner comments, swiping your card.

Grinning, you wrap an arm around Neige’s waist, tugging him closer to you.

“Yeah, he doesn’t treat himself that often, so I have to make sure he gets what he deserves,” you answer, winking at Neige.

Neige’s hand rushes to cover his blush as it spreads to the tips of his ears. The owner coos at you two, handing you your ice creams and card. You thank him on your way out, still attached at the hip with a flustered Neige.

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The magic wheel zooms through the streets of Sage’s Island, and the sun casts a golden glow on you and Neige. He’s pressed right up against your back, clinging onto your waist. It’s warm and comforting. You’ve been riding aimlessly together for about half an hour, but seeing the sun setting, you figure you should take him home.

Sneaking a glance at your companion, you watch his wide-eyed gaze explore the mountainous scenery. You smile before speeding up. You feel Neige’s chest move with twinkling laughter. He squeezes you tighter and leans in. Today has been a far better day than expected.

The sun has partially set in the sky as you pull up to the gates of the Royal Swords Academy. Putting the vehicle in park, you dismount the wheel, before offering your hand to help Neige off.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you say with a wink.

Neige’s breath catches, as a hand comes to block his mouth in embarrassment. He places his other hand in yours, using it to get off. With both feet on the ground, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You might as well have, you note, as the stars begin to peek out.

“When will I see you again? I want to see you again,” he pleads.

You blink in surprise at such a bold statement, before chuckling.

“Well, I can come back tomorrow if you want me to. You know I have the week off,” you offer with a fond smile.

“Really?! You would do that? That wouldn’t ruin your vacation, would it?” he clarifies at a rapid pace.

You laugh, leaning against the magic wheel.

“Honestly, Neige, if I didn’t leave NRC’s campus, I’d probably get dragged into some kind of shenanigans with Ace, Deuce, and Grim,” you explain, “I love them, but they’re a handful and I want a break. I would much rather hang out with you. It’s more peaceful and relaxing. Besides, I had a lot of fun today and I like getting to know you.”

Neige’s mouth opens in a small oh, as his gaze softens. He clasps his hands in front of his heart, simply gazing at you. For a few moments, you just hold each other’s gaze, content and comfortable in the silence. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair away from Neige’s face. You let your hand linger, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. His eyes droop and he nuzzles into your hold. Unable to resist, you draw him closer and loop an arm around his waist, before remembering–

“Your beret,” you murmur, “Let me get it for you.”

Moving to open one of the compartments on the magic wheel, you grab Neige’s hat only to settle back into the space in front of him. Placing the beret on his head, you let him adjust it. As he finishes, you notice unfamiliar red lettering along the border. Leaning in, you take a closer look.

“Someday my princess will come,” you quote.

Smiling, you continue, “Mmm, that’s cute. That sounds like something you would say, Neige.”

Your thumb runs over the embroidery, following every swirl of cursive on the beret. Your eyes flicker down to his to realize that you’re rather close. You can’t help but take a peek at his lips. They’re red, just like when you first met him, but this time they're slightly parted. You find yourself locking eyes with Neige’s brown ones once again, drawn together like magnets. Neige presses his body more snugly against you, watching for any signs of discomfort, as he rests his hands on your hips. You play with his lapel, before moving up to his shoulders and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a playful smile, as you draw closer, and you feel Neige’s quiet laughter against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you lean in.

Before you can kiss, however–

“Neige, Neige! There you are!”

“Do you know how much you made us worry?”

“We couldn’t find you after you ran out of the dorm– *achoo*!”

“And you–you left your phone at the dorm, so we had no way to contact you!”

“We looked everywhere in the academy, *yawns* even my favorite napping place.”

“I can’t believe you skipped class. You should take us next time.”

“Toby, what are you talking about? We’re not supposed to skip class.”

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.”

Neige lets out a whine, as his head falls against your shoulder. With the moment ruined, he hugs your waist tighter in protest. Laughing, you pat the poor boy’s shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. You take a look past him to identify the source of the shouts.

You spot seven short figures toddling their way over to the two of you from RSA’s gates. You’re unable to make out the fine details in the diminishing light, and instead opt to look back at Neige, his pitiful form still draped over you. These must be the seven dwarves that he was talking about earlier; the ones he grew up with. Based on their behavior, they seem to care about him just as much as Neige expressed his love and concern for them. You squeeze Neige tighter, grateful that he has a secure support network. He’s already been through a lot just based on what he’s told you so far.

Neige lets out another groan of despair, as you turn your full attention back towards him. Feeling a bit playful, you bring your face right next to his ear.

“I won’t let you go without a little something,” you tease.

Neige perks up, looking at you with wide and attentive eyes.

You chuckle at his reaction, murmuring that he’s cute, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He melts into your touch, gripping your waist tighter. Pulling away, you tap your own cheek with a quick wink. In the dim light, you’re barely able to make out the flush spreading across his face. His Adam's apple bobs, before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You giggle, and after a few seconds pull away.

“Enough to tide you over?” you question.

“...Barely,” he whispers, still stuck in the same spot, star-struck.

“I trust your friends will make sure you get to your dorm safely?” you confirm, starting up the engine of the magic wheel.

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Snow.”

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” he replies, before shaking out of his stupor and calling out, “Make sure to get home safe!”

You laugh, as you leave the Royal Swords Academy… at least for today.

“Thanks! Will do!”

You’ll be back tomorrow.

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cheri-2047 · 3 months

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Just curious if i can request freminet x reader but it's college?

(I'd really appreciate it if you made them childhood friends, ignore the whole request if you don't want to do it! I usually write but i lost motivation so yeah, writeblock suck)

Take your time! Don't overwork yourself

This is my 4th time rewriting this since tumblr deleted my progress….

BUT ANYWAY!! Thank you <33 I made it established relationship but it’s just recent established

Freminet college AU

TAGS: none

CHARACTERS: you live in a shared dorm with freminet, lyney, Lynette,

you and freminet are the same age, you share a room and the twins share one as well

You two would pair up in group projects, and would have a breeze through it. He does his strengths and you do yours.

Although you stay in opposite sides of the room, you often find yourselves studying together, sharing notes and all

Late at night sometimes, you’d see freminet working on pers. You’d have to remind him that there’s class the next day

Sometimes, you two cuddle each other to sleep. During stressful nights or if one of you are overworking, the other pulls them to the bed.

each sibling has a different task in the dorm. Freminet cooks and makes everyone’s lunchbox, Lynette does laundry and cleans the bathrooms, Lyney sweeps/mops and takes care of the cat while you help by getting the groceries and materials and help out by folding the laundry.

if freminet is out in the library or anything, to keep you company he lets pers stay with you. He trusts you enough that you won’t damage it or anything

if anyone in the dorm is feeling stressed or down, freminet would cook their favorite meal for dinner, it’s really wholesome

If you ever get sick, freminet doesn’t just lend you his notes, but he teaches you the lesson as well. I like to think he’s very affectionate with those who are closer to him (especially since he’s shy)

there are times where he doesn’t know if he’s doing enough but you just have to reassure him

freminet overall is both a good partner and friend, even if he’s more reserved, to you he’s more open

A/N: idk if this is what you were looking for but I hope it’s ok!! So sorry this was super short, I got really frustrated when I had to rewrite it 4 times…

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #fluff #headcanons #lyney #Lynette #freminet #freminet x reader #x reader #Pers

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bbcphile · 3 months

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In Memory of Kiah

cw/tw: death, medical assistance in dying

If you’re wondering why I kind of disappeared from the Mysterious Lotus Casebook tag and stopped posted WIP Wednesday things, here’s the explanation: One of my closest friends, who has been dying progressively and increasingly painfully over the last two years, told me about 3 weeks ago that they were going to pursue medical assistance in dying because it is legal where they live. It was originally scheduled for the end of July, then moved up to the end of June, and then on Monday, they moved it to Wednesday (yesterday), because their life was agony and they couldn’t wait any longer.

I’m lucky that I had enough advanced notice that I was able to say goodbye–both by sending them a message telling them in detail how much they’ve meant to me and thanking them for everything, and then in one last phone call the night before–so I’m glad they knew how much I loved them and that I could be there for them emotionally, even though I couldn’t physically be there for the end itself, because they live too far away. We met on Tumblr through the chronic illness community because we share the same genetic connective tissue disorder and many of its comorbidities, and I will always be so, so grateful to Tumblr for bringing us together.

I wanted to post about them here because it just felt wrong to keep going like nothing had happened, and because I wanted to do something to pay tribute to how good a person they were and how much I miss them. So, some words about Kiah:

Kiah was one of the kindest, funniest, intellectually curious, loving, and fiercely protective people I have ever met. I loved that we could talk about anything, including the terror of living in a failing body or how to come to terms with being disabled when you were always an overcommitted overachiever who defined yourself on external metrics of success, analyze media together during watch parties, and laugh together about literally anything (including during our last conversation, where we were both bawling our eyes out, but also somehow laughing about how absurd it is that you can’t really cry hard and talk at the same time and how that seems like a real design flaw). We didn’t share any fandoms, but we still had fun sharing details about our blorbos and fandom activities: I loved hearing about their cosplay adventures, and they always wanted to keep up to date on the metas I was writing. Even once they went blind and couldn’t read my metas on tumblr anymore because it wouldn’t work with their screenreader, they had me send them Google doc versions so their computer could read my posts to them because they didn’t want to miss any of my analyses. And when they were too sick to listen to the full posts, they asked for summaries because they still wanted to keep up as much as they could.

They were always so caring and compassionate: when they first called to tell me in January that they were going to do medical assistance in dying, and after I had told them I understood and supported them and we’d talked about how they felt about it, they asked me how I was. I had told them that while I was heartbroken, I would handle it, because I didn’t want to make them feel responsible for comforting me when they had their hands full with processing everything and feeling their own grief. They said that while they appreciated my not wanting to make it harder on them, they didn’t want me to feel like I had to be ok in front of them, because they wanted to comfort me and support me even in this if they could, since they didn’t have that much time left to be there for me and they wanted to make it count. (yeah, I’m sobbing right now.)

None of those descriptions could even begin to do justice to how much they meant to me, but I hope this anecdote will:

I couldn’t be with them at the end because I’m a country and an opposite coast away, but I hated the idea of not being able to say goodbye in person or hold their hand if they were scared during the injection. So I played piano and imagined they could hear it.

Most of you probably won’t know what that means or why it would be a big deal. Here’s why:

I used to be a musician. Music was my life and my most important means of self-expression, and was absolutely going to be my career. But in high school and college, an extensive series of very traumatic things happened that made me essentially have to give up performing. For the better part of the last 18 years, literally up until I sat down to play for Kiah, even just the idea of performing for someone or a neighbor overhearing me play was triggering enough that I would have a full-blown panic attack and dissociate so badly I would literally go from concert pianist level ability to mostly forgetting how to read music and having to count ledger lines. But my desire to do something so that maybe, just maybe, I could make Kiah’s final moments better apparently trumped my trauma, because I was able to do it. I had wanted to play some Rachmaninoff, Brahms, or Chopin, but apparently those are still too closely tied to Events and I started to have skill loss issues again (fucking dissociative amnesia), so I switched to a piece I had played long ago enough that it was reliably in my mind and fingers (and that I could sight-read if I forgot it partway through).

And I played it.

I hope, somehow, they were able to hear it.

I also recorded it.

And I’m going to share it here.

It kind of feels like serving my heart up on a platter, but that feels kind of appropriate for this tribute to them.

I think they’d be happy, knowing that I’m “doing it scared,” as Tumblr recommends, and that my attempt to give them the biggest gift of love and support I could think of, somehow, even if just temporarily, gave music back to me.

Also, I think they’d get a kick out of the fact that you can hear me giggle a little at one point in the recording when the sheet music falls on my hands, both because it’s a great middle finger to perfectionism, but also because laughing through the tears (and yeah, I was crying while playing this) is very much a chronic illness and disability thing, and feels like a good metaphor for much of the last few months.

So. All that to say:

Kiah, I love you. I miss you so much already.

Here’s Robert D. Vandall’s “Lakeside Retreat.”

#about me #personal post #my music #Kiah

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intotheelliwoods · 9 months

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First of all, tysm to everyone sending me Holiday wishes! :)

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Oh boy, I think I am going to have the most boring answers to this one lmao

Honestly? None! I make art only to send it to the tumblr void and forget about it the next day haha, my favorite piece is whatever I made most recently before I make something new..

Also a boring answer, none! Its none of my business what gets notes or not haha, whatever amount of notes something gets is what it gets so.. Though if you want a more, actual answer, notes on any 2AL updates would be amazing, since those take the longest to make and require the most effort! Especially with comments/tags so I can see what people liked, didnt like, and got confused on about the update :)

WAugh ok, I need to mention I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good by @dandylovesturtles, that fic is beautiful, and the reason I am here in the first place! Big thank you for your work Dandy! WIll always hold a place in my heart :) Then theres Residuum by @rottmnt-residuum... the amount of effort and detail into this thing is incredible, and Beazles work in general is amazing! Will never get over this piece made for me back in the day... As for a third I am totally blanking haha, those two are just the ones that stuck with me and impacted me the most!

@friendlyneighborhoodterrapin

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YEAH oh my gosh! I once again want it to be known that I have never actively posted for a fandom before haha... I now know what it can do to ones art skill

@mutepeaches

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Ahh yes! Go for it! I love artwork done of my boys! :) Just give me a tag so I can see!

@bugsyscorner

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AUGH thank you two so much!!

@addilou100 @donniesbrows

#asks

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blue-disco-lights · 5 months

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✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Honored and delighted to be tagged by @heymacy @mybrainismelted @energievie @stocious @deedala

@spookygingerr @lingy910y @roryonic @mmmichyyy @sgtmickeyslaughter

@jrooc & @ardent-fox - thank you! i love these chances to get to know everyone better each week!

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name: julia

age: X=(Nosho)x2

your time zone: Pacific Standard Time (PST) / UTC -8 (it's a pleasure to hang out with you Australians on discord at night!)

what do you do for work? manage operations for a small agency

do you have any pets? a cat and a dog who are the most reluctant roommates and eat each other's food

what first drew you to this fandom? i was perusing the schitts creek subreddit in 2021 and someone recommended the show, specifically these mysterious mickey and ian characters. I was looking for a new show so in i went... and i have yet to emerge! This is really my first fandom and i can’t believe how nice and SO talented everyone here is!

are you a morning person or a night owl? for those of us who stay up late reading fics and then wake up early and read fics, this is a tricky question...

what are your hobbies? reading, galladrabbling, learning to draw a little, walking with audiobooks

how tall are you? 5' 6”-ish

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? I’ve toyed with chicago, but considering how california i am, i’d probably freak out the minute the temp got below 45 degrees F (7 C?)

favorite color? aquamariney-blue

favorite book? tough question! one that comes to mind right now is Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine

favorite movie? I can watch Pride & Prejudice (2005) anywhere anytime

favorite fic? Well this is basically impossible. None the Wiser, ORFNSP, You Deserve Good Things, Like Real People Do, and and and ...

favorite musical artist: new order & depeche mode, as this will answer the above age question for you

what is your average screen time so far this week? uhh… i do a lot of stuff on my phone ok??

what's the first app you open in the morning? instagram & discord

how long have you been on tumblr? 2 years

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: there’s a chance i might still be able to do a cartwheel

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(note: tumblr is glitching and can only tag 5 people per line!) I'm late today, but I shall still tag you

@krysmiss @suzy-queued @palepinkgoat @ms-moonlight-inn @mickeysgaymom

@tv-obssessions @astaraels @too-schoolforcool @bawlbrayker @deathclassic

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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Something cute with Zhang Hao where the reader became close with one of the boys (Jiwoong maybe?) and he's jealous because poor boy has the biggest crush on reader :( with a cute lil confession? 🥰

A real kiss~

pairing: jealous zhang hao x long time friend reader ft. jiwoong as the cause of drama (jk)

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, fluff, humour

tw/tags: introvert things, nicknames, jealousy lol, jiwoong giving hands-on acting lessons (maybe a lil too hands-on for hao but he’s just being nice y’all), woong best wingman (yes he can sense the tension), kdrama mention, flashback, kissing, confessions

wc: 1175

summary: maybe hao’s a teeny little bit jelly of how well you get along with jiwoong.

a/n if any of you saw this earlier than scheduled, it's because tumblr hates me and likes to confuse me constantly~ anyways thanks for the req anon, this was really cute and i enjoyed writing it very much, a little content note: xiào xiào is a nickname used for kids who are like happy or smiley but hao calls mc that bc they make hao happy shdsd ok if any better mandarin speaker would like to correct me or suggest another nickname, just lmk~

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Zhang Hao likes to think he’s a fairly laid back person.

Or at least, that’s what he likes to think when you’ve been deep in conversation with Jiwoong for the past hour and not spending time with the person who actually invited you over (him).

Okay maybe he isn’t being fair. You’ve also, over the past hour, checked in on him and tried your best to involve him in your conversation. It’s just that Hao is an introvert and today is one of the days where he doesn’t feel like making it a three way conversation. Also they’ve mostly worked it out but he and Jiwoong still have their awkward moments so there’s that too.

“You alright Hào hào?” Well at least he can enjoy the fact you’re using the nickname that only you call him. (Because absolutely no one else is allowed to call him that ever).

“I’m fine, Xiào xiào.”

You had joined Yuehua around the same time, Zhang Hao as an idol trainee while you were preparing to go into acting. To say you were close would be an understatement. You clicked immediately, the other Yuehua trainees would joke that you were Hao’s co-parent with how often you would come over to their dorm with food.

Hao spent every free day he had off the program with you if both of you weren’t busy. Sometimes you’d even accompany him to visit his subway ads, obviously sporting a mask and hat and keeping it lowkey so as not to draw attention to yourself. While you’ve been an extra or had a line or two for a few drama gigs, you haven’t exactly made your public debut just yet.

It just so happened that you’d be working with Jiwoong on your first minor supporting role in The Good Bad Mother, alongside your actor sunbaenim in Yuehua who had the starring role. The eldest hyung also happened to have quite a bit of experience in acting and you happened to have questions. While your company sunbaenims and teachers were helpful, they were also quite busy and you didn’t want to bother them too much.

“So for kissing scenes-”

Suddenly, Hao’s full attention is on you as you ask his bandmate how one goes about filming such scenes. He’s not dumb. Hao knows once you start getting bigger roles, you might do scenes like that. But dammit, he wants to be your first kiss, not some actor who’s playing your love interest.

“You’ve never been kissed before?”

It’s one of those moments where you’re too tired from the hours and hours of PR training, Hao preparing for Boys Planet and you for the eventual conferences and public appearance you’ll make once you make your acting debut.

“It’s not that.” You sink into the sofa of the little room you’ve been in for hours, learning how to avoid getting a bad edit on camera.

“It’s just that none of them really meant anything, you know? It was for fun, for a dare or some shit like that. To figure out whether I liked boys or girls or both. I just don’t think it’s a real kiss, you know?”

“What’s a real kiss then?”

You’re quiet for a bit and Hao’s about to move on with the conversation when you speak again.

“With someone I like. I’d be nice to kiss someone I like. Someone who likes me too.”

I like you, Hao thinks. I’d like to kiss you.

He could do it. He could offer. But he’s shy and your friendship is only a few months old and he’s going to get shipped off to this Mnet program soon. So instead he says:

“That sounds nice. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Maybe because you’re the type to go around kissing everyone, Mr. Campus prince.”

You tease.

“Hey! I wasn’t like that at all.”

Hao protests. You grin mischievously and your conversation devolves back to light, playful back and forth.

But Hao doesn’t forget.

Maybe that’s the day that he decides to try and become the someone you like.

Jiwoong’s hands are on your shoulders. Zhang Hao’s not sure when that happened but he does know that he doesn’t like it.

“So my hands should go here?” You ask, patting Jiwoong's rib cage. He nods, expression completely placid and wholly focused on teaching you how to manoeuvre yourself.

“You can also put it on their waist, the director will be giving you instructions and you can monitor yourself on camera between takes as well.”

You nod thoughtfully, tentatively placing your hands on him. Zhang Hao’s fingers twitch, just a little. Most of the members who had been filtering in and out of the room seemed to have disappeared. It’s just him, you, and Jiwoong.

Which is why you decide to lean in, your face just about a few inches away from the eldest ZB1 member.

“So I just go like this?”

That’s it. Hao’s had enough. He can’t do this. He can’t watch you anymore.

“Xiào xiào?”

Hao’s careful not to show how happy he is when you pull away from Jiwoong and look at him. His hyung must have sensed it anyway, standing up and saying he’s supposed to meet Seobin soon. You thank him for the help, he says you can text him anytime (Hao’s not sure how to feel about that one) and then he leaves the two of you alone.

“There goes my acting teacher.” You pout a little and Hao can’t help himself.

“You came here to spend time with me, not take lessons from Jiwoong-hyung.”

“Awww, is Hào hào jealous?”

“I miss you.” He says instead of answering, hugging your side like he usually does.

You hug him back, and in a small voice, you admit.

“I’ve missed you too, Hào hào.”

There shouldn’t be anything special about the moment. You’ve done this before, hugged like this before, said things like this before. But this time, he just-

Hao pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you loosely. It’s just enough so he can see your eyes, looking at him, he can’t read you too well, he swears his heart’s beating so loudly that you can hear it. But you don’t pull away. He leans in.

His lips are soft against yours, you can feel the slightly sticky sensation of the lip balm he uses, taste a little of the tea he was drinking a while ago. It’s warm and nice and it feels perfect.

His arms slide to your waist and your fingers circle around his shoulders, holding onto the fuzzy knit fabric of his cardigan. You can smell the perfumed lotion he uses, pleasantly floral and addicting. He keeps kissing you. You keep kissing back.

Hao only stops when his heart feels like it’s going to give out, catching his breath and looking at you with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He can’t help but ask.

“Was that a real kiss?” I like you so, so much.

“I think it was, Hào hào.” I like you too.

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 4.1 🖤

Read on AO3 - Requests are Open - Masterlist Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1 | 4.2| 4.3 A/N: Thanks for the support and patience for this chapter. Tumblr wouldn't actually let me post it in one or even 2 parts no matter how I tried to split it, so it's split into three parts (though you can read it as one chapter on AO3.)

Chapter Summary: In a an attempt to get reader to open up to him, he starts giving in to a change of scenery and other requests for her. Leon even allows her a special friend before he leaves on a work mission, leaving the reader home alone for the first time.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. Inappropriate use of animal collar. This chapter contains sexual content. Threats of animal abuse (though none occurs and it's not descriptive.)

As always this was inspired by @hxllfiredoll 's story Something Permanent. If you like Yandere!Leon please go give that a read along with @dollrxst's story Lovesick and @gigabyte-flare's story There's no Escape. Also wanted to add @lipglossanon because I love their work and you should too. While not explicitly yandere! it's adjacent and their works are awesome.

Weeks passed by in a haze, Leon had to guide you from task to task like a well controlled sim. “Yes Sir’s” and “Ok Daddy’s” slipped from your lips habitually, never allowing your brain to focus on anything outside of that. It was the only coping mechanism you had now, as allowing a thought to cross your brain opened yourself up to feelings you were not capable of handling now. Your mind had failed you, so you didn’t need it.

The first week you woke with terrible nightmares, screaming, crying, clawing at nothing. Leon would grab your wrists and pin you down to the mattress before pulling you into a sensory hug, wrapping your arms around yourself, not letting go until your outburst stopped. Submitting to his strength surprisingly made you feel safe, despite all that had occurred. If there was one thing you were sure of, Leon wouldn’t let anything, well, besides himself, harm you. He’d coo at you, petting your hair. “It’s okay baby bunny, I got you. I got you. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” It was at least enough to lull you back to sleep.

During the day it was a different story. The shadow man was always there. Always . Those red eyes watching you from every corner of the home, sometimes hiding in your peripheral vision. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t go away. Every day it felt like he was getting louder, closer . A constant reminder of someone who never existed - yet whenever you heard the voice your heart would pang with fear and guilt. Your only waking comfort was Jasper, winding through your legs before disappearing. Purring by you even when you didn’t see him.

Leon kept insisting to you no one was there. You could tell he was getting more and more upset by the day. “What’s rule number 2 Sweetheart?” “Always listen to you?” “That’s right. Do you want to go back to timeout?” “Please, no.” “Then look me in the eyes and tell me no one is there.” “There’s no one there, Sir.” “You know it really hurts me Bunny. All I do is love you and take care of you, and you’re focused more on an imaginary friend.” He said, giving you a kiss. “I’m sorry Daddy, didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Thank you for being so good to me.” “Aww baby, you’re making my heart melt. I suppose I can forgive you.” He kissed you on the forehead and gave you a head pat.

The last thing you wanted was to be in that basement again, alone and in the dark with your thoughts. Soon that’s when you realized if you closed off your mind, things were a little better. The paranoid fear and guilt instead turned to a resounding walled-off numbness and while the man didn’t go away, he returned to his spot in the corners making it easy for you to pretend he wasn’t there. Sadly, that meant Jasper went away too - you missed the cat’s presence.

At first it seemed Leon was pleased that the talk of the man had stopped. However your zombie-esque behavior led to him being more overprotective, with a thinly veiled annoyance you didn’t care to think about. Not that you thought about much of anything anyway.

Soon the entire house was baby-proofed. All the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen were locked so you couldn’t touch anything that might put you in danger. Toddler cutlery and adult sized sippy cups were all that was allotted for you still. If you’d been in the right state of mind it would've felt so embarrassing to be taken care of this way, right now though, you didn’t have enough fight left to care,living in only the most literal sense possible.

You sat at the table, food slipping from the plastic spork for the umpteenth time before Leon would sigh and reach over, scooping up the food himself feeding it to you. “Poor baby, can’t even eat without me hmm?”

You nodded softly while he dabbed excess food from your mouth with a napkin.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Leon hated this. For starters he was jealous, and he hated the feeling of jealousy. It burned in the pit of his stomach and twisted him at the core. The last time he felt jealous, he erased someone from this very plane of existence. But now, what was he going to do? You were so hung up on this red-eyed man that didn’t exist at all, and that damned imaginary cat.

Couldn’t you see what you were doing to him? How unfair this was for him? You were ruining your chance at a perfect life together. All you needed to do was give him your attention, focus on him . Be a good girl - and yet here you were chasing shadows.

There were brief times he felt guilty, he knew he’d pushed you hard in such a short amount of time. He wouldn’t lie even to himself, he had hoped to break you down further in the Bad Girl Room, but not this far and not so quickly. Leon was no psychologist but this was definitely a psychotic break if he’d ever seen one, and that was not his intention. He’d truly overestimated the capabilities inside that pretty little head of yours. He now had to work overtime to re-establish a comforting and safe environment for you. But hey, that’s what you do for the people you love.

It seemed all it took was a threat back to time out and you became so beautifully compliant. He lived for the moments he got to spend taking care of you. Slipping food past your lips while you fumbled with the too small spork, gently running a wash cloth along your body in the bath as you leaned back against him, dressing you in his oversized clothes, tucking you into your bed without a fight.

You were gorgeous when you lazily batted those long eyelashes at him - like a human doll. Once asleep he’d lay there for hours just admiring you, taking in your familiar smell, playing with your hair, committing the feeling of skin to memory.

God it would’ve been perfect . After so much time pining after you, watching you, needing you. You were his very purpose in life after all, keeping you safe and closed off from harm was his number one goal - to an outsider it may have seemed like that’s what he had now - but that wasn’t true. He had your body. He had your compliance. But you weren’t there. Now a new type of jealousy boiled within him. He was jealous of you. Jealous that you kept all your thoughts to yourself. He wanted to hear your laughter again, feel you snuggle against him like you had when he first brought you here. What he wouldn’t give to hear you ask him about his day - actually talk to him in some capacity without being forced. More than jealous he was insulted . Did you not think he was good enough anymore to share words with? How dare you think of yourself as above him when you couldn’t even care for yourself. No baby, no you clearly weren’t understanding your place. He had done all of this for you, you owed him your love and affection in return. He had been trying for a while with different enrichment activities to bring you out of your current state. After the first week he couldn’t take your nightmares anymore, they broke his heart, he’d started to drug your nighttime drink to help you get a more restful dreamless sleep thinking it would help. It didn’t, you slept but still woke up groggy with eye bags. It came to a head when he’d pulled you close to him on the couch for a movie night, you’d flopped over him like a ragdoll, but offered nothing else in return. He put what he knew was your favorite movie on. Dead silence . Not even a slight exhale out of your mouth during a funny part.

Now he was frustrated. He was teetering the line between losing his temper, wanting to just shake you into compliance, make you know your place, and worrying that he would lose you completely if he did in your already broken state of mind. No - no he could fix this. You were his Bunny, a simple creature and not hard to outthink, there was just something he was missing. He’d let both his excitement and temper cloud his mind, something that rarely happened. After several hours of contemplation Leon was drawing a blank on what exactly he could do. Without a solid plan in mind he decided at the very least to change up your view a little bit - give you some outside time. Leon had implanted you with the tracker so he could keep watch of you around the entirety of the owned property. Eventually you’d be allowed to roam, but you weren’t at that level of trust yet, and given your current mental state he didn’t particularly want you outside at all - but this was his last ditch effort. “Hey pretty girl, what do you think about taking a walk with me?”

He watched you tilt your head like the question was in a foreign language. “Bunny, I asked if you would like to take a walk with me?” “Outside?” “That’s right baby, outside.” There was a slight change in your expression at the offer. Better than nothing, he’d take it. He helped you into a more appropriate outfit and shoes before guiding you out the door. He watched your timid steps as you walked around, everything so new again after the confines of the house. “Hey baby, we can go in any direction you want. Lead the way, I’ll hold your hand.” He gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Outside felt wonderful . You’d forgotten what sunlight felt like against your skin, the warmth radiating throughout your body contrasted by the slight breeze blowing back and forth. Leon had even let you wear a sundress instead of the usual tshirt and sweatpants of his. It swished when you walked, and for a few moments you felt normal. You felt like a person again. The only reminder of your captivity was the obnoxious collar around your neck.

Outside had no corners, there was no man hiding anywhere, just fresh air and nature. Giddy . That was the best description you had for the moment, giddy. You walked with Leon through the back gate out into the plush grassy backyard.

Not able to contain your excitement, you kicked your shoes off before taking off towards the middle of the yard. Leon wouldn’t be thrilled, but God, running, moving your muscles, feeling the grass between your toes. It was euphoric. You heard a displeased noise leave him as he came towards you, but you didn’t care at that moment. You removed your hair tie so the wind could properly blow it around, before closing your eyes and twirling in a circle giggling. God were you actually giggling? Yes you were . That’s how amazing it felt to be outside right now.

Leon stopped just a short distance from you, when you opened your eyes to look at him, shock was written on his face which melted to a smile once he’d seen your laughter. You stopped to take in his form. The rays of light poked through the trees making his honey-blonde hair look even shinier than usual, his blue eyes looked beautiful against the contrasted green of the trees behind him. He looked so normal. For a brief fleeting moment you just saw Leon, your neighbor who’d been so kind to you before. You had to take a moment to remind yourself of who he really was. Maybe he can still be that Leon too though?

The idea was cut short as your head whipped to the side, hearing a noise in the distance. For a second you almost panicked thinking it was another hallucination, you didn’t want it to be, nothing would've ruined the outside experience more for you. And then there it was again, so soft and small. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what Bunny?” “Over there.” You pointed to the trees at the edge of the yard, grabbing his hand you gently tugged coaxing him to walk with you, but he stood like a statue. “No baby, not until you put your shoes back on.” “Please? The grass feels so good and I think it might go away if we don’t hurry.” Again he didn’t budge. “A little time outside and you’re already forgetting the rules? Maybe we should go back inside then.” His features cinched together into that hard authoritarian look. “No. No! I’m sorry. Look, I'm putting them on right now.” You slid your feet back into the slide sandals. “See?” You reached out for his hand again, this time he took yours and let you walk closer to where you wanted to investigate. Your eyes lit up when your suspicions were confirmed. Sitting underneath the tree was a small cat, all black, not Jasper - which meant it was likely real. It was older than a kitten but still too small to be an adult. You went to reach out a hand to coax it towards you but Leon pulled you back. “I don’t think so, Sweetheart. That thing could be feral, you have no idea it might be carrying. You can look, but stay back here with me.” Despite your disappointment in not being able to move forward, you were comforted to know the feline was in fact real. You observed the cat a little longer, it stretched from its spot and limped towards you, something was wrong with its back leg. It seemed so sweet letting out a soft mew, the closer it got you could see it was in bad condition, too thin. You felt an odd sense of heartbreak and when Leon went to pull you away you squeezed his hand softly. He could already see the cogs in your brain turning. “Bunny, no.” “Please? It’s not feral, it’s just hurt, it needs help.” The cat was sniffing at your feet now, purring despite its injuries. Leon didn’t seem swayed by your pleading or the state of the creature. “If I had a real one then you wouldn’t have to listen to me talk about an imaginary one. Please, you can’t make me leave him out here. I’m begging you.” Leon let go of your hand and you took the opportunity to bend down and pet the cat’s head. His fur was so soft, you couldn’t help the ear to ear smile that spread across your face when it rubbed into your touches. The cat moved over and nudged against Leon’s boot. “How can you say no to that little face?” You pouted, doing your best to give your saddest face, batting your eyelashes. “Bunny, don't look at me like that…” He sighed looking down at the creature. “Fine. Fine. But you’re not naming it until I take it to a vet to make sure it’s not diseased.” His words went through one ear and out the other, you couldn’t take the excitement as you flounced over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Daddy, thank you so much.”

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon did not want the cat. He didn’t care if it had a clean bill of health or not. One more responsibility to take care of, one more thing to pull your attention from him…but then he saw that look on your face. God you were really pulling out all the stops to tug at his heart, not to mention the way you looked twirling around the yard. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen you that happy, prior to even bringing you here, it had been so special he hadn’t even stopped you from removing your shoes or running off. So of course he gave in to his little Bunny. He’d allow the cat, if only for your happiness, but then you had embraced him as thanks? Kissed him too? His heart nearly imploded by the willing show of affection. It was such a stark contrast to the lifeless husk you’d been. He internally patted himself on the back for his decision to bring you outside today.

He watched you scoop the little feline up in the skirt of your dress, so careful to not hurt it further, cooing and doting on it. Then it occurred to him . Yes baby, that’s exactly what you needed. Something to take care of, to be needed by . Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner?

This cat wouldn’t do though. No it was too broken, too needy, might take you too far away from him. But a cat would be perfect. That night he gave you an extra dose of your sleeping medication to make sure you’d be out for a long while, he left in the early morning hours after he packed the cat up in his Jeep, heading for town.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You woke sluggishly in the middle of the afternoon. It was the first time in a long time that you can remember waking up without Leon already being there to greet you – and there was a small part of you that nearly panicked. The house was silent, too silent . After the excitement of the previous day you were feeling a little better, which meant you hadn’t closed your mind off. He was back again, red eyes glowering at you through the crack in the closet door. You swallowed thickly, wishing you hadn’t noticed. Your hands shook, knuckles white as you gripped the bedding. You remembered what Leon had said, nothing would happen to you as long as he was there , but he wasn’t there, and he didn’t even believe this thing existed. You gathered up all your courage before dropping your feet to the floor, running out of the room as fast as you could like a child running for their parents after a bad dream.

As you trotted down the staircase, you heard the sound of the Jeep’s ignition being turned off. Practically plastering your face to the window, you watched as Leon pulled a pet carrier out of the side and your heart leapt. He’s here. You’re safe. He meant what he said about keeping the cat. Leon brought the carrier inside before exiting and returning with a few boxes of cat supplies. “Hey baby, you just wake up?” “Yeah. You weren’t here.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to point that out to him. “Ah, sorry for not warning you. I took the cat to the vet as promised Sweetheart. Lucky for you they patched him up and gave him a clean bill of health, just a little scrawny. Here, let me get that for you so you don’t hurt yourself.” He said opening the carrier’s locks. The little black cat nervously peeked out and you gently stroked the fur on its head with two fingers. “Jesus what the hell is that?” You asked, looking at the giant robot thing Leon was putting together in the living room. Leon gave you a knowingly disappointed look. “Bunny, what’s rule number 3?” You had to actually think about it for a moment before replying, not being on auto-pilot after so many weeks was difficult. “Good girls don’t have potty mouths?” “That’s right.” “Sorry Sir. I meant to say, can you please tell me what that is?” “Litter-robot. Don’t want you having to put too much effort into scooping nor do I want the house smelling like a cat.” “Oh. High tech, I like it, thank you.” You looked down at the cat that crawled into your lap. Now that you were looking more closely, something was off. This cat was all black, but it definitely wasn’t the one from yesterday. Tiny details were off. Besides, the other one’s leg was hurt pretty badly, this one looked totally ok. Leon caught the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” “This isn’t… what did you do with the other cat?” “What other cat?” “The one from the yard. This isn’t it.” “Of course it is Sweetie.” “But what about the leg? This one looks completely fine when the other–” “They stitched him up, small stitches you can’t see because of the fur, it’s fine.” “But I remember he distinctly had 12 whiskers, this one has 10.” The second the words left your mouth you knew you should’ve just let it go. “Bunny, are you accusing me of something?” “No, I’m sorry – “ The shift in his mood was scary. “It’s pretty fucking ungrateful don’t you think? Weeks. For weeks I put up with your nonsense about glowing eyes and invisible cats. I even put up with your lack of affection. Despite that, I let you outside, I let you have the first pet you see, even drive it to a vet. I spend all this money on the stupid thing too and you accuse me of something? Daddy’s beyond hurt and mad .” You shivered at the look on his face, he fished the remote out of his pocket and you instantly grasped at the collar on your neck in fear. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m sorry.“ “I give an inch, you take a mile.” “Please, I was wrong. I’m wrong. It’s the same cat. I must have just been overly excited yesterday. Please. I’ll be good, I’m sorry.” Desperately you moved the cat off your lap and scrambled over towards him, gently putting your hand on his, lowering it along with the remote, before leaning forward and kissing him on the lips with a few quick pecks. “Really, I’m so happy about the cat. I’m sorry, please.” His anger seemed to soften with that, he brought one hand up to tighten in your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deep, slow. He held you there an extra moment, resting his forehead on yours, eyes closed, taking in the situation. “Bunny, I think that taste of freedom has you acting a little out of whack. Don’t make me regret loosening the leash a little. One more, and I mean one more slip up and I’m either going to shock the piss out of you or put you back in timeout, got it?” “I understand. I’m so sorry Daddy. Really.”

He kissed you on the cheek, letting you go so he could return to setting up the remainder of the cat items. Your heart slowly resumed its normal beat as you pulled the cat back onto your lap, stroking its fur to calm yourself down. The dull purr that it gave did put you at ease slightly. You decided to try and change the subject to something happier, something to ward off potential tears. “I thought of a name.” “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” “Lucipurr. Lucip for short.”

Leon let out a small laugh. “And here I thought I was the king of corny jokes.” Hearing him laugh felt good, rewarding to your spirit. It stirred memories of prior to all this , just like seeing him so sweetly in the sunshine.

Maybe he hadn’t replaced the cat. Maybe you were just remembering wrong. Even if he had, was it really so bad? You still had Lucip on your lap purring up a storm, Leon skillfully putting the litter box and cat tree together. Everything felt so normal for once. Even the red eyed man was left upstairs in the closet, away from you. Out of sight, out of mind. Or more like the other way around in this case. There was nothing with you except Lucipurr, Leon, and the sunlight coming in through the windows.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Despite the small tiff that started, he was beyond happy to see you coming out of your shell. God you were so beautiful when you smiled, and your lips felt like heaven crashing down on him. He knew he’d have to get a hold on himself so as not to let you off too easily in the future, you still had a lot to learn and get used to. Rules and discipline were important, but every now and then letting you off the hook a little wasn’t too bad. He was honestly just cheesed to see you smile again. Yeah he did replace the cat. The other was given to a vet to adopt out, he wasn’t a monster or one of those sick serial killers who torture fluffy pets for fun. What he hadn’t expected was you to notice so easily, he’d done his best to find an exact match. It didn’t matter now though, you seemed content with the one in your lap. Honestly, he’d snapped more out of annoyance of your perception than anything. You were so strange to him, he was always either over or under expecting from you. A unique creature for him to tame, but tame he would, and he felt so close to doing so. After all, an untamed animal was an unsafe animal. Over the course of several more weeks he kept a closer watch on you. No more talk of hallucinations. Excellent . You had actually asked him to watch a movie with you, three different times. Even better . Though he could have gone without you petting the cat the whole time, you were snuggled against him willingly. Everyday he’d take you on a walk just after breakfast and another small walk before bed too, earning him appreciative kisses.

And tonight? Tonight he finally wanted to test this newly affectionate you. He craved you and wanted to see if you were really and truly opening up to him like he hoped. Sure he’d had you plenty of times while you slept, but it wasn’t the same. He shooed the cat out of the bedroom before closing the door. “Why’d you do that? Lucip sleeps in here–” “Because baby, I think you owe me.” He watched the puzzled look form on your beautiful features. “I’ve been so kind haven’t I? The cat, the outside trips. Not to mention the weeks I spent snuggling your panic attacks away every night.” There was always this small amount of panic that would cross your face when he interacted with or spoke about the cat. He committed it to memory knowing he held control over that. “You’re not going to get rid of him are you?” “Oh baby girl, not if you don’t give me a reason too. Are you going to give me a reason too?” When you shook your head, he walked towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he did so. “Look what you do to me.” He cooed, rubbing the bulge that was already forming in his sweatpants. “Why so nervous Bunny, did I hurt you the last time?” “No, Sir. But –” “But what?” He raised a brow at your reaction, daring you to be careful with what came out next. “Last time you promised the morning after pill but then didn’t –” “Did I? Are you sure? I don’t remember that.” He brought his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t wanna have Daddy’s baby, is that it?”

He watched your face closely testing your reaction. Your eyes darted around nervously while you fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing, he knew you were looking to find the answer that would appease him. Cute . “Don’t worry Bunny, we have plenty of time in the future for me to breed that little pussy. I’d rather enjoy us time for a while, unless you want me to fuck a baby into you - then I’d happily oblige.” He noticed your thighs squeezed together at his words despite your nerves, he slid his hand up one of your legs and leaned forward to lap at the shell of your ear. “C’mon baby, I’m just teasing. I’ve been tracking your cycle, you’re not going to get pregnant tonight, relax.” He kissed along your neck bringing your hand down and coaxed you to touch him through his pants. He sucked a particularly deep bruise into your neck before soothing the purpled spot by circling his tongue over it. “I’d be more comfortable with birth control or –” Your sputtered attempt at asking was adorable . “No Bunny, chemicals like that aren’t good for you. Trust me.” He continued working his way down your neck, letting out a small hiss with each rough touch of your palm against his clothed erection. “What’s rule 2 baby?” “Always listen to you, Daddy.” “Fuck, that’s right.” He bucked into your touch when your fingers wrapped around the outline of him instead of just the flat of your hand. Leon removed your hand from himself so he could more easily get your shirt off. A man on a mission, he sucked deep purple marks into your skin, trailing them down from your neck to your clavicle, holding you in place while the map of marks continued over your stomach. He stopped only at your hip to give it a nip, causing you to jolt.

“So pretty. Purple is definitely your color princess.” He dipped two fingers between your folds, swiping your slick upwards and over your clit, relishing in the noise you made. “Look at that, seems your pussy agrees, she’s so happy she’s crying tears of joy.” He took a moment to eye you up and down, he brought the hand he wasn’t using to play with you up to your neck, tapping the collar lightly. “Hmmm. I think you’d be more comfortable with it off, yeah? I’ll tell you what. I’ll take it off, and if you’re a good girl for me, and I mean a really good girl for me, I’ll give you an even better one. Sound like a deal?” Leon reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a little key, making quick work of the lock and releasing your neck from its confines. He gently rubbed the red marks it’d left on your skin before leaning down to capture your lips again, nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away, leading you to sit up and follow him to the end of the bed. Tugging his pants down, he kicked them off to the side before giving his now freed cock a few good pumps. A bead of precum began to pearl at the tip before running down the shaft smearing with the movement of his fists. “Now, I’m going to trust you to be a really good girl. No biting alright?” He pressed the tip against your plus lips, rubbing it back and forth slightly until they were coated in his precum, before he pressed against them urging you to open. He moaned as you accepted him into your mouth. “Fuck, Bunny, just like that.” He held your hair and pushed himself until he was at the back of your throat and held you there. Your tongue hung out, spit spilling down the sides of your face, eyes watering. You looked gorgeous. Right when you were on the cusp of lifting your hands to signal it was too much he pulled out, letting you gasp for air. “Sorry baby, maybe that was a little too much to start. Here, why don’t you play with it for a little however you’re comfortable – I can train your throat another time.” He gave you a moment to catch your breath before encouraging more action.

He hissed when you leaned forward to place a kiss on the tip before lapping at it, he was about to lecture you for teasing, when you swallowed him back into your mouth and began to bob your head shallowly, using your hand to grab what wasn’t fitting. “Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Every now and then he couldn’t stop himself from bucking forwards, throwing you off your pace and gagging slightly. When he was close, he grabbed at your hair and tugged you off with a resounding pop, moving positions so he was propped up at the headboard, urging you to crawl back over to him. “Come ride me baby.” He helped you position yourself on top of him, guiding you down onto his thick length until he was bottomed out in your leaky cunt. “So good . I’ll never get used to how your needy pussy just swallows me up.” Leaning back, he put both hands behind his head to relax, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders as you bounced up and down causing obscene squelching noises. “That’s right baby you make Daddy feel so good. Show me how grateful you are for how daddy takes care of you.” Your tongue hung out of your mouth as you concentrated on your movements, the sweet whimpers you made as you slid along his shaft sounded throughout the room like his own personal symphony. “That’s it, god you ride me so well.” He let you go at your own pace, once he noticed you were tiring out opting to rock your hips vs bouncing he decided to help. “Here baby, let me do the rest.” He reached up and grabbed both hips with his strong hands. “Use one hand to hold yourself up. Yep just like that. Now take that hand and touch yourself f’me. Can you do that, baby?” Once you were situated how he wanted you, he easily lifted you up by your hips and brought you back down. His years of strength training made it easy for him to slide you up and down his cock like a personal fleshlight. For the first time he heard you squeak out words, almost incomprehensible with the way your head was thrown back while you lazily rubbed at your clit. “Daddy, I’m so close –” “Atta girl, go ahead baby..” He picked up his speed bringing his hips to slam up each time he pulled you down, groaning when your orgasm soaked everything beneath you as the muscles of your cunt milked the cum out of him. He groaned and spilled into you, slowing down as he rode his orgasm out.

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book-girl4evaaa · 2 months

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hey beatrice, its turtle here

(can u please tag everyone bc my tags rnt working and idk if i can risk sending an ask to everyone?)

i was js able to make an account for a second, since my parents rnt here rn

js wanted to let u and everyone else know that im safe, ok? my parents js found out abt all the creepy anon drama n panicked, so ig they wanted to erase any trace of me online. please, dont stress urself worrying abt me.

i miss u guys so so much tho. i havent stopped thinking abt u guys, and i js feel so empty inside. idrk wut to do w my life anymore. u guys were the friends that i never realized i needed so much. u guys been there for me whenever i needed. i miss burning things and screaming lyrics and ranting and causing chaos with all of u. i feel so incomplete without tumblr. ill never forget any of you, even if i might not be able to be on here.

but please forget abt me. ill have to delete this account as soon as i send this ask. my parents r starting to track everything i do even more closely than they did before (which was a lot, trust me) and thats y im on anon rn. so please, no one worry abt me. stay safe. dont do anything to urself. dont blame urself. none of it was ur guys’ fault.

i love all of u so much. im so grateful that i got to be friends with all of u, even if it was only for a few months. u guys have made such a difference in my life.

u guys r all so talented and amazing, and ur all gonna go to great places. just u wait and see.

im gonna miss tumblr so much. i love all of u guys so so so much

goodbye (for now)

-Turtle

thank goodness

I know you aren't reading this but tysm turtle

I'm so glad you're safe

I love you <3343

@hijabi-flavored-nerd @brokendarkfairyempressforever

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Be Mine, Valentine - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+, MINORS DNI)

Summary: Peter has a nightmare, Reader comforts him. Sexy times ensue.

Warning/Tags: Post- Spiderman: NWH (so spoilers for that and TASM 1 & 2), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, P in V sex

Word Count: ~2900

A/N: Valentine's Day-set TASM!Peter fic I'm finally transferring over to Tumblr. Enjoy!

Perfect, Y/F/N Y/L/N thought as she tied the ribbon on her best friend's 'Valentine by Default' gift. It was just after midnight and she was ready to settle in. Hope they turned out okay.

Suddenly there was a tap on her window.

Y/N looked up and grinned at the familiar sight of Spiderman waving at her, then walked over to the window and opened it. "Hey, come on in."

Spiderman handed her his backpack before climbing into her apartment and pulling off his mask. "Hey, Y/N."

Y/N had found out completely by accident that the famous superhero (or criminal vigilante, depending on which narrative you believed) Spiderman was none other than her best friend, Peter Parker. They had met through their respective jobs at the Daily Bugle (Y/N as a copyeditor and Peter as a photographer) and had quickly bonded over their mutual love of coffee and hatred of staff meetings. A few months into their friendship, however, Y/N had unexpectedly walked in on Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit in the Bugle 's supply closet.

She had frozen at the sight of her friend not only alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work, but also alone and half-naked in the supply closet at work while wearing Spiderman's suit.

Peter had looked up in alarm. It's not what it looks like, he had blurted, his Spiderman suit hanging down around his waist.

It looks like you're Spiderman, Y/N had replied in shock.

Peter had paused. Ok, it's *exactly* what it looks like.

Y/N had shaken her head. I have so many questions.

Peter had then glanced behind her. Shit, someone's coming. I'll tell you everything later, Y/N, I swear, just help me.

Y/N had nodded. Your secret is safe with me, I promise. I won't say anything.

Y/N had closed the door and managed to keep Betty from accounting, who had come to get a box of paperclips and some sticky notes, distracted long enough for Peter to finish changing. Ah, Y/N, there you are, he had said breathlessly, shooting her a grateful look as he emerged from the storage closet . I managed to find that box of red felt-tip pens that you had been looking for.

As promised, he had invited Y/N over that night and told her everything -- how he had been bitten by a radioactive spider while on a field trip in high school, how he had decided to use his powers for good and fight crime, and how his high school girlfriend had died. It was my fault, he had said brokenly. I wasn't fast enough to save her.

Y/N could tell that he still carried an extraordinary amount of guilt over -- Gwen , he had said her name was-- 's death and had understood why he never seemed to date or have many friends outside of work.

Of course, that didn't stop Y/N from developing feelings for Peter. The more they hung out together and got to know each other better the more her feelings grew, and after two and a half years of friendship she was head-over-heels in love with him.

Not that she'd ever tell him that, of course.

Y/N closed the window behind him. "So what brings you here at this time of night?"

"I just got done with patrol and was swinging by on my way home, and I saw your light on so since it's after midnight and therefore technically the 14th I decided to stop by to give you your 'Valentine by Default' gift." Peter dug around in his backpack and pulled out a (slightly beat-up) box of chocolate-covered strawberries from Y/N's favorite confectionary. "Happy Valentine's Day, bestie."

Y/N gave Peter a hug. "Aww, thanks, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Hopefully they're not squished. I had to stop a mugging on my way here."

Y/N opened the box as she walked towards her kitchen. "They look fine to me. Want one?"

Peter shook his head. "Nah, I had gotten a few extras and ate them on the way here."

"Well, I have a little something for you too. In fact, I just finished them."

Y/N selected a strawberry and took a bite. "Ohmigod," she mumbled. " So good."

She set the box down on her counter and picked up the heart-shaped tin of brownies that she had baked. "Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, Pete."

Peter grinned. "Are those what I think they are?"

Y/N nodded. "My famous 'Death by Chocolate Marble Cheesecake' brownies, made just for you."

Peter gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Y/N. You're the best."

Y/N's face warmed. "It's no problem. Hey, since you're here, want to stay and watch a movie?"

Peter nodded. "Sure. Can I use your shower first though? I'm all sweaty from patrol."

"Yeah, of course. You know where everything is."

Y/N finished tidying up while she waited for Peter to get out of the shower.

She was putting away the last of the dishes from her dishwasher when she heard the bathroom door open. "Hey, Y/N?" Peter called out from behind her.

She turned towards him. "Uh-huhhhhhng…" Oh. Oh my.

Peter wore a pair of loose, low-cut gray sweatpants that Y/N secretly loved seeing on him… and nothing else.

Y/N cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah, what's up?"

Peter ran a hand through his wet hair. "I uh, I forgot to put a shirt in my backpack. You wouldn't happen to have anything that would fit me, would you?"

Y/N watched a rogue drop of water fall from Peter's hair onto his chest and run down his torso, disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Nope, nope, bad Y/N. Don't think about licking water off of your best friend's abs.

She mentally shook her head. "What? Oh, no, I don't think I do, sorry."

"Ah, I didn't think so but it was worth a try. I can just wear my suit home later."

"Sounds good." Y/N moved to her dresser and grabbed a pair of pajamas. "You go ahead and choose the movie while I get ready."

She took a quick shower of her own and changed into a tank top and matching pajama pants before brushing her teeth.

She flipped the bathroom light off and made her way back to the living/bedroom area. "So what'd you pick--"

She cut herself off when she saw that Peter was fast asleep, one hand clutching the remote to her TV. While it wasn't the first time Peter had fallen asleep in her bed, it sure had been the fastest. Patrol must've been harder on him than he let on.

She gently pried the remote from his grip and set it aside before settling in next to him. "Good night, Peter, " she whispered as she pulled the covers over them both and was soon asleep herself.

"No, no, not Y/N, please no, not Y/N… "

Y/N woke to Peter mumbling her name and thrashing about in his sleep.

One day about 4 months before he had come frantically knocking on Y/N's apartment door and when she had opened it he had immediately started babbling about multiverses and wizards and clones of himself.

Not clones, he had corrected when Y/N had tried to make sense of what he was talking about. Other *versions* of myself -- other Peter Parkers.

Y/N had sat and listened while Peter had explained about crossing through a portal into an alternate New York, one where he and two other Peters took on The Lizard, Electro, and 3 other villains from the other other Peter's -- Peter 2, he had called him -- world. We cured them, Peter had said excitedly. We cured them all.

Peter, sweetheart, are you sure it wasn't just a dream? Y/N had asked. You said you've been gone for over a week but I literally just saw you yesterday.

Peter had shaken his head emphatically. Time must run faster there, but I'm positive, Y/N.

I saved MJ, he added quietly. Peter 1's girlfriend. She fell, just like… He had paused and looked down at the floor then, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. But I was able to get to her in time.

Y/N had pulled him into a hug, her heart cracking. Oh, Peter.

You do believe me, right, Y/N? Peter had asked, face buried in the crook of Y/N's neck.

Of course I believe you, Pete. Y/N had run a soothing hand through Peter's hair. Now, you said they were Peter 1 and Peter 2, which I assume made you Peter 3, right?

Peter had nodded against her neck.

Y/N had pulled back and cupped Peter's face in her hands. Just remember, you'll always be number one to me.

Peter had smiled, one of the first truly genuine smiles Y/N had seen on his face. Thanks, Y/N.

Y/N had thought he was doing better -- the dark circles under his eyes had all but disappeared and he seemed to have been sleeping better lately -- but apparently he was still having the occasional nightmare.

She sat up and gently tried to shake Peter awake. "Peter. Peter, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Peter continued thrashing and mumbling. "Please, not Y/N, I'll do anything…"

Y/N shook Peter a bit harder. "Peter… Peter, sweetheart, wake up."

This time Peter sat bolt upright, an anguished cry of Y/N's name on his lips.

He looked around, chest heaving as he gulped in air. Finally his eyes seemed to focus on Y/N. "Y/N?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I'm here."

Peter collapsed against her in relief. "Oh thank God, Y/N, you were-- and I tried-- but then you-- and I couldn't--" he managed between gulps of air. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't lose someone else that I--"

That I care about. "Hey, shh, I know, it's okay," Y/N whispered soothingly, stroking a hand through Peter's hair. "It was just a nightmare, Pete, I'm okay. You won't lose me."

She took Peter's hand in hers and pulled it between them, pressing it to her beating heart, then took a few deep breaths so Peter could feel his hand rise and fall on her chest. "See? I'm right here. I'm fine, sweetheart, I'm safe, you keep me safe."

Peter's breathing slowly began to calm. After a few moments he leaned back slightly to look at Y/N, brown eyes shining in the moonlight.

Y/N's breath caught as the air shifted between them.

Peter lifted his free hand to Y/N's cheek as his gaze flicked down to her lips then back to her eyes in silent question.

Y/N nodded in answer, breathing out a quiet 'yes ' right before Peter's lips met hers.

After a few moments Peter shifted them so Y/N was straddling his lap, tongue probing her bottom lip.

Y/N willingly opened up to Peter, letting out a soft moan when he deepened the kiss.

She gently scratched the back of Peter's head as she trailed her hands up into his hair while Peter kissed his way down her jawline to her neck.

His hands made their way along her waist and under her tank top. "Is this okay?"

Y/N nodded, grinding down in Peter's lap and hissing in a breath as her clothed core brushed against his burdening erection. "More than okay."

Peter groaned then swore softly. "I don't-- I don't want to be presumptuous here, but just to let you know... I don't have any condoms. It's not like I need them to fight crime and I haven't exactly been getting any lately, you know?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm fine without them if you are."

Peter looked at her in surprise. "You sure?"

Y/N nodded. "I'm on birth control."

She brushed their lips together. "I want you, Peter."

"Shit, Y/N. " Peter sealed their mouths together once again.

His hands continued their journey upwards, sliding Y/N's tank top up and over her head and discarding it somewhere on the floor before trailing gentle fingers along Y/N's shoulders. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, unbridled desire evident in his eyes.

Y/N shivered. " Peter ."

Peter turned them to guide Y/N down onto the bed.

He took his time kissing and caressing his way down her body, whispering words of adoration and praise with each newly-touched patch of skin.

He paused once again as he reached the waistband of her pajama pants. "Still want this?"

Y/N 's heart warmed at Peter's concern. She lifted her hips in permission. "Uh huh. Want you inside me."

Peter groaned against her skin. "God, Y/N, I want that too, I want that so badly. Want to make you feel good, l want to feel you wrapped around me as I make love to you."

He slowly pulled Y/N's pajamas pants and underwear off of her before shuffling out of his sweatpants, the additional clothing joining Y/N's tank top somewhere on the floor.

Y/N licked her lips at the sight of Peter fully bare before her. Holy fuck, he's even hotter than I thought.

Peter smirked. "Like what you see?"

Y/N grinned back. "Very much so."

She bit back a moan as Peter circled a nipple with his tongue before giving it a gentle suck. "Need you now, Peter, please."

Peter kissed her as he lined himself up with her core, coating himself in her wetness before slowly pushing inside.

Y/N tried to relax and breathe against the intrusion. It had been well over two years since she had slept with anyone, and while Peter had a swimmer's build he wasn't exactly lanky everywhere.

Peter's eyes caught hers. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I just haven't been with anyone since--" Since before I met you. "Well, it's been a few years."

Peter nodded in understanding. "Yeah. For me too."

Y/N reached out and caressed Peter's cheek. "You can keep going."

Peter turned his face and kissed Y/N's palm as he withdrew a bit then carefully pushed back in a little deeper, slowly repeating the process until he was fully seated inside her. "God, Y/N, you feel so good."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the discomfort beginning to subside into a pleasurable fullness. "So do you, Peter. So good, make me feel so full."

Peter withdrew and slid back in, setting a slow rhythm. "Wanted you for so long, Y/N, dreamed about being with you like this. Never wanted anyone the way I want you."

He leaned his forehead against Y/N's as he changed angles, hitting that spot inside Y/N that made her see stars.

"Me too," Y/N replied with a gasp, her grip tightening around Peter's back. "Oh, God, Peter, right there."

Peter slightly increased his pace, his strokes becoming firmer and surer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, oh God, don't stop, Peter, please. You feel so good."

Peter hissed in a breath. " Fuck , so do you. So tight, so good, better than I ever imagined. You're so beautiful, Y/N, you're amazing, can't believe I get to be with you like this, God, you're perfect…"

He slid a hand down to Y/N's thigh and hitched her leg up around his waist, allowing him to reach spots inside her that no one had reached before. "Never want to lose you, want you to be mine."

"You won't lose me, Peter, I'm right here sweetheart, I'm yours--" Y/N bit off a gasp as her orgasm rocked through her.

A few thrusts later Peter followed her over the edge, groaning out her name against her lips as he found his own release deep inside her.

They continued to kiss languidly as they came down from their highs together, Y/N tracing gentle patterns up and down Peter's back.

She shivered as Peter gave her one final kiss before carefully withdrawing from her still-sensitive core and laying down next to her, pulling her to him in a cuddle.

Peter pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you," he confessed softly.

Y/N looked up at him in surprise, unable to hide the smile spreading on her face. "What? Really?"

Peter nodded with a smile of his own. "Yeah, really."

Y/N leaned up and kissed him. "Well good, because I love you too."

"Yeah?"

Y/N giggled. "Yes, you dork."

Peter grinned. "So what do you say, then? Be my Valentine? Officially, that is."

Y/N pretended to think. "Ehh, I dunno…"

She laughed as Peter poked her side in retaliation. "Of course I'll be yours, Pete. I already was."

Peter pulled her back to his side, planting another kiss to the side of her head. "I've been yours too. For a while now."

They laid together quietly after that, basking in the feel of each other's arms.

Y/N could feel herself start to doze off. "Hey, Y/N?" she heard Peter say.

She yawned. "Yeah, Pete?"

"Thank you. For everything."

"Mmm. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

As Y/N drifted off, she thought, Happy Valentine's Day indeed.

#lotmf writes #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter parker

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ropebuny · 5 months

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Thank you and the other anon for the compliments. You're correct about the dominant to submissive ratio. I once found an article where the author suggested that the ratio was somewhere around 1 authentic dominant for every 13 submissives.

Unfortunately, Tumblr nuked that along with the rest of my original blog. I'll work to find it and write about it again. My asks to you are the first writing I've done in over 2 years since I lost my blog, and I appreciate your perspectives.

I'll admit to being out of touch with the tumblr bdsm crowd. Your post about the girl who basically sexts on her blog piqued my curiosity. It seems there's a surfeit of barely legal (allegedly may be more accurate) girls (or catfish) who do the same thing. None of them are using cnc hashtags, but are using actual assault terms. I fail to understand the allure of doing so. Safety comes first in SSC. And group sexting just makes it seem like there are a bunch of dogs humping the same dining room table leg. What is the appeal?

that is a crazy ratio and it really infuriates me. and I’m glad you are writing again even if it’s just asks to me, I greatly appreciate your input. and I’d love to read more of your writing if you ever choose to share it or if you ever remake that blog

and yeah I’ve noticed that !!! people on here don’t use the terms cnc and whatever consensual kinky terms we have anymore but they instead use tags that have to do with words like molestation or something. it’s weird. and they always have to use numbers and symbols to cover up the bad word and idk I get such a bad feeling when I see those tags that are like censored with numbers and symbols. makes me feel gross. and I get soo mad when I see people use tags like ‘p3do bait’ it makes me so irritated because I’ve seen actual pedos on here and I don’t want to be associated with a gross tag like that, because there’s actual freaks on here and people using those tags can so quickly lure one into their life. and it’s usually bad people using those tags or barely legal teenage girls who are just getting into the whole kink thing, I’ve noticed. which is a match made in hell because then those creeps find these vulnerable girls through those gross tags. ok I’m rambling now but yeah I don’t see the appeal either !! and I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so because I never really see anyone talking about these things on here. so the absence of people criticizing it makes it all seem so normal and I’d hate for these things to be considered normal. and there’s soo many minors on here and I see them interacting with grown adults who are preying on them and it makes me so angry how almost normalised it is on here. every other blog I see is a minor who has “18” in quotation marks in their bio, clearly instigating they aren’t yet over 18. and they get so much attention and asks and notes when they aren’t even hiding the fact that they’re underage, it’s sickening and it makes me so mad how many pedos hang around on tumblr

#my asks

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solange-lol · 2 years

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solangelo fic awards 2023 nominations masterpost

i want to thank y'all for being super paitent w me as im positng this a few days after i said i would, which is entirely due to the insane turnout this year. there was over 200 fics submitted, (not including series) with over 110+ of those being included in the nominations! very excited for y'all to get this massive reclist and have a chance to read some amazing fics!

click here to vote!

unfortunately because of the absolute Bulk of the solangelo awards post this year, i have to link all the categories besides aoty in separate posts :,) i understand how chaotic this is, so please use the fic masterlist to your connivance! all the posts are linked below!

best angst noms

best au noms

best canon compliant noms

best chaptered (finished) noms

best chaptered (unfinished) noms

best fluff noms

best misc noms

best gift noms

best series noms

link to fic masterdoc

and our author of the year nominations are as follows!

gatesofember (ao3) (tumblr)

ghosttotheparty (ao3) (tumblr)

gnatashameow (ao3) (tumblr)

ikeasharksss (ao3) (tumblr)

pinkerpick (ao3) (tumblr)

rainnows (ao3) (tumblr)

the_oncoming_stormageddon (ao3) (tumblr)

yrbeecharmer (ao3) (tumblr)

please notify me of any inconveniences from the links, if you believe a fic has been placed in the wrong category, or if your desired fic does not show up in the poll.

voting guidelines:

voting will close on february 13th so that the winners post can be released on the 14th for valentines day! (for realsies this time i promise it doesnt take me as long as nominations lol)

if your work didnt make it in, there is most likely a reason! you are welcome to message me about it if you wish though and i cant check as to why

if your fic was nominated and counted but is missing on one of the docs, whether its here or the poll or the masterlist, please let me know!! i have missed things and had no idea, its ok! please dont be afraid to let me know i've made a mistake!

same goes for if something shows up twice, fic has already won, links are broken, etc etc!

if one of your works has been submitted, you can promote/mention this to your followers, please just no bribing or blackmail or anything like that i promise its not that deep

also no blackmailing other contestants, you all deserve a chance

there is no prize to this contest besides (i guess??) satisfaction, so dont get too worked up over it!

you aren’t required to vote if you have been nominated, though it is heavily recommended

you also aren’t required to vote in all categories anymore due to popular request, although we heavily advise that you do in order to keep voter count even

if you have been nominated, you are allowed to vote for yourself. just please also be considerate to others and vote for each category!

the google poll will ask for you to sign in just to ensure that you are only voting once. no emails are being collected! that being said, if you are more comfortable voting through ask/message/etc, feel free!

there is a few questions at the end of the poll, although none of them are required so you’re welcome to skip them if you’d like!

this is all just friendly competition, so everyone have fun! be sure to show the writers some love!!! <3

in the case that you see someone disrespecting the guidelines, feel free to let me know and i can handle it from there! :)

if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask! any and all posts relating to this will be tagged with “lizs solangelo fic awards.”

as i do every year, but especially this year bc they really were an insane help, thank u @buoyantsaturn for helping!! <3

good luck to all! thank you for your patience!!!

#reblog when u vote for an i voted sticker in ur inbox <33 #this won on the poll soooo this is what were goin with #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #lizs solangelo fic awards

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ervona · 6 months

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20 questions for writers! (fanfic themed)

thank you @wispstalk :) I will tag... @waterdhaviancheesecake @hungerofhadarr @aphoticfairy @biichama @wingedtwilight

answers and question list under the cut:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

none! I did repost some of them on squidgeworld

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

not applicable. my tesfest collection clocks in at 10.5k

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Elder Scrolls and Forgotten Realms right now...

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

again not applicable. the ones on tumblr get around the same amount of notes so I can't really rank the handful of them imo

5. Do you respond to comments?

I read and cherish all the tags I've gotten, I respond to comments if I post the work in a server of course and if you message me about it... I'm so happy to talk about writing any time, both mine and your own

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

quite a few but most are unpublished yet so I'll say "thrice-sealed" ends in a pretty pointless and unfulfilled way. most things for this family do, it's really about which moment you end up focusing on

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think I have more of these published... "sever seas" is a hit to me, really encapsulates the emotion I'm chasing when writing a happy ending, which is that it's never too late and it'll all be ok eventually

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! I don't think anyone likes hate but I'd love more criticism as uniform positivity is kind of dull. I always love to hear what people liked about my work but I'd also love to hear what they didn't like...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

mixed impressions on this one, I've written sex scenes, but I've also been told it's not quite smut... I don't like IKEA erotica but I like sex scenes for character study so if you get anything from me it'll be it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

not that I recall, I haven't really had ideas for crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I'd be genuinely surprised

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but feel free to!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

no but I'm up for it, and imo I'm good at collaborative work

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't have one, if I'm attached to a particular dynamic it's for a limited period of time that they inspire me... but I still care them

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

HEADSTONES LMAO... I have a lot of other unfinished ideas but this is one I plotted out, not even that long or complicated and then drove right off the bridge. I want to return to it when I have more inspiration and feel more assured in my Reithwin lore because it's a big old mess

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm taking from comments I've gotten because I can't self-analyze that well: the cadence of it owed in part to being esl, capturing an atmosphere, the psychological profile of characters and dialogue! personally I think I'm good at this too but there's room to improve

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

long form plotting! I couldn't write a novel, and when I write short stories I struggle to not just make it a vibes based thriller. in fanfic this manifests as characters just hanging out. pondering their life. there are many story ideas in my mind with some definite plot but putting it all together is quite a task. I'll just keep on trying to do it!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm already writing in another language, but I'd only want to try a language I'm as familiar with or a conlang where I can make it up unless I have someone to consult about the language being right

19. First fandom you wrote for?

genuinely not sure. maybe Neopets, stories about my pets, which would've been the first and only fanfic I had published in a while...

20. Favorite fic you've written?

not any of my published ones unfortunately, but fortunately I have many contenders. may you all get to read them at some point... so right now one I'm very endeared towards is the one where a young Vedam and Orvas Dren are traveling with their mother, though I've changed their timeline up so much I'm not sure if their ages work... okay from my published ones I'll say the Mavus one is dear to me :)

...

here's a list of the questions:

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments?

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic?

What's your all-time favorite ship?

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favorite fic you've written?

#answered

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maybe people are just blocking you because you're spamming the henry tag with irrelevent drama? tumblr isn't like twitter or tiktok. no one really cares about that kind of stuff here. most of us just find it bothersome. we tend to adhere to "don't like, don't read" or "block and move on" or "fiction ≠reality". I can see why that might not be intuitive to a newly-adult teenage fan, given how twitter and tiktok work, but we really do like the rules from the golden era of fandom around here.

anyway yeah. people will absolutely enjoy your content until you become more bothersome than it's worth. that's kind of how tumblr works. most of us are over 20 years old, and a good portion are out of college and have a full time job. we just want to see posts about our faves, not a tag full of wank and beef over a non-issue. it kills the mood. none of us want to come home after an 8 hour shift to a tag full of needless negativity. it's just tiring, aggravating, and yes, annoying.

the vibe in the henry tag was really chill before you started picking fights and clogging the tags with posts mocking people for blocking you.

if anyone's bitching about you, they're not doing it in the tag, thank god. i don't think i could handle two people beefing in the tag incessantly.

ok tagging i can understand, and yeah i did just get tumblr. so you’re right about that, i don’t hesitate to agree when you have a valid point. but fiction≠reality isn’t entirely true, it can still affect people in real life.

the issue is if if it was one person, yeah just block and move on. but somehow, the entire henry tag is littered with content of an extremely problematic ship which somehow people don’t understand is problematic. so now i have no choice but to either leave the fandom entirely, which would suck because this is such a niche fandom and i wish i could interact with normal people who enjoy what i enjoy, or call out how weird this ship is. and yeah, when i get on tumblr i want to see good silly posts about my favorite characters too. i don’t want to see his abuse be romanticized all lana del rey core. i don’t want to see everybody calling henry brenner’s malewife after everything brenner has done to him. and vastly incorrect interpretations of characters who get hate for no reason other than that (when the fuck did patty sexually abuse henry? did we see the same goddamn play? did you not see how her saying she loved him snapped him out of mind flayer control and he said he loved her back? i’m genuinely so confused and bewildered by that.)(also, i don’t really care if people headcanon henry as gay, but EVERYONE is so gung ho about it and treat it like it’s fact when it’s not, it’s an opinion, and that’s fine but if someone has the audacity to say he’s not they get attacked and get called homophobic, and that’s not a reason to hate patty.), yet any time i log onto the tag i see that and can’t avoid it. and i’m sick of it

and how am i the one picking fights when all i did was one singular vague post and then certain people have been incessantly posting about me and victimizing themselves and invalidating other peoples traumas ever since

(also if you assume a vague post is about you, and say you were waiting for people to criticize a certain fic you’re writing, maybe that’s a sign you shouldn’t be writing it and know you’re the problem?)

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✨ artist interview ✨

i was tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @mikhailoisbaby and @deathclassic to do this artist interview that chrissy whipped up off of the popular fic writer one! thanks for the tag even if i feel like a grand ol' imposter 😅

1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post? i do! i didn't before, but i was bullied by tumblr into doing so after they took down the art for "cinematic" lmao! then the pals encouraged me to upload the rest! i have 4 works: cinematic, kinktober, gallacrafts, and original art.

2. What is your total art count? 83! (including the zine stickers/tattoos)

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos? i used the helpful stats website @suzy-queued suggested!

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes! i still think it's insane when people choose to leave nice comments, so i try my best to respond!

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for? shameless, hi. if we're talking about art that i've shared, then it's also shameless. but the first one just for fun was harry potter (yeaaa yeaaa 🙄)

6. Have you ever received hate on any art? yep lol

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to? i guess the true answer is none. however, i get the urge to draw every time i watch something that i end up loving. recently i've wanted to draw for young royals and stranger things, but i never ended up doing anything. i would also be too shy to post 😅

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i've had many, but based on impact and inspiration i'd have to go with ian and mickey 💙

9. Do you draw outside of fandom? i do!! it's my favorite hobby! the only difference is that outside of this space i usually just sketch. so it's very different than what i share here.

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected? oh probably this one! it changed quite a bit and was originally drawn flipped around. i think it tells a different story depending on which way you look at it!

11. Do you draw smut? yes! the teasing kind. the "what's that hand doing?!" kind lmao

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied? not that i know of!

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece? yea! i've collabed on art for fics with @whatwouldmickeydo and @metalheadmickey and on the zine and timeline with @you-are-so-much-better-than-that 🥰

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw? omg i have an entire list of ideas that just exist and may never come to life lol! they range from extreme fluff to absolute filth... my notes app: -kiss on the cheek/scrunchy face -mickey's head hanging off bed/mouth open/ian's hand wrapped around the nape of his neck -holding hands at the alibi alsdkfjlk

15. What are your drawing strengths? i would say adding details and tying the story i'm trying to convey together. and i like to think that i'm ok at giving them that tender and in love feel no matter the situation.

16. What are your drawing weaknesses? all of it? haha proportions and certain angles are really hard for me. hands and noses yikes! i am also terrible at drawing from memory. i usually draw with about 20 references pulled up on my laptop. like, i am the bozo googling "table". 17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn? it's gotta be the roadtrip one! but i also really really love this one:

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know? i love adding/repeating little details that no one would really notice unless you're zooming all the way in or seeing a few pieces as a set. i built a color palette very early on that has stayed consistent throughout. i play a lot with blues and greens as a motif. and uh i'm still learning! everyday! with every single one!

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom? i genuinely love doing it! i also love a prompt, that's why i started all of this with gallacrafts. and i just really love putting them in situations i want to see them in and drawing them stupidly in love!

but, i also hoard unhinged tags in my cheeks like a chipmunk lmao every series i've done was born from people screaming a version of "YOU'RE INSANE" at me 😂

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight. i usually draw on the couch, hunched over like a shrimp. i’m normally up really late (i see 3am too often) and that’s when i get most of my work done. i typically watch something i've seen before so that i don't have to fully pay attention or i'll listen to music. i sketch a rough draft of what i want the final piece to end up looking like, then i do a shit ton of research and pull up a stupid amount of references. i have a really creepy pinterest board full of body parts lol! then i fight for my life and rage until the line work is fully done. after that, it’s smooth sailing with coloring and shading 😌

i'm feeling a little tag shy, but i'll tag @gallawitchxx @doodlevich @y0itsbri and @grumpymickmilk if you want to play! if not i'm just giving you some flowers 💐

#why the fuck do i talk so much? why was this so hard?#chrissy encouraged me to just ramble and that i did. i'm sorry about it.#artist interview #tag game

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you-are-so-much-better-than-that · 2 years

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Alternative Timeline

So as of yesterday I have been on Tumblr for a YEAR! A WHOLE YEAR being a part of this beautiful wonderful incredible community that we have all built. And it has changed my entire life. I’ve made friends who I hope will be in my life long after we’ve forgotten about these characters and this universe (will we ever though…?). I have crafted and written and collaborated. I have participated in a zine and cobbled together a couple of drabbles. I’ve had so much fun being your unofficial Keeper of the Shameless Timeline, trying to make some kind of sense of season 1 and, more recently, working alongside some of my favourite artists and people to build a whole ass calendar! It’s been the most wonderful year and I’m looking forward to the next! I’m not done doin this thing yet!

Also, I know I haven’t been active these last couple of months, but I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of new people around these parts. I just wanted to say HI! HELLO! WELCOME!! I’m so glad you’re here! I see you all liking the things people are making and I know everyone appreciates the like, but I’m just gonna ask you to also hit that rb button! People are out here making things! For you! To enjoy! For free! Art and gif sets and fic! They take so much time, and it's so easy to show your appreciation! Just a couple of buttons! You don’t even have to go nuts in the tags (although we love that kind of unhinged behaviour around here). And if you wanna say hi to us, make some friends, I highly encourage it. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Ok I’ll shut up now. Let’s talk timeline!

I have tried my best to follow the logic, though sometimes there is none, and follow the clues, no matter how few! And I have tried to do it with as little bias as possible.

HOWEVER!

You guys, I have a confession to make.

There is a possible other timeline that season one could follow.

I do not like it! But, I am here to give you, my precious timeline enthusiasts, the truth! Even if it hurts me. Even if it makes no sense (because it often doesn’t. JW doesn’t believe in time). Even if it takes away the possibility of a Christmas bang and a New Year’s bang, which, truly, would be a tragedy and is the main reason I refuse to follow this other timeline.

Under the cut you will find the second possible timeline. You decide which you prefer, and tell me why! I need well-formed arguments for or against please!

Thank you all for being here with me this year. It hasn’t been an easy one, but you all have made it just a little bit better. I love you all!

Alternative Timeline

Episode 1: Remains the same at November 15, 2010. There is a calendar. Fiona points at it. No disputes here!

Episode 2: This is where it all could change. Bear with me. There is a possibility that this episode might have taken place on January 28, 2011, over two months after the first episode. Here’s why: Frank gets his cheque the last Friday of the month. In both November and December, the last Friday is a holiday, so this acts with the assumption that this is now January and it’s been 2 months since the first episode. I don’t love this idea because nowhere else in this season do they make such a massive time jump. A few weeks, maybe, but not two months. This also then changes the entire timeline. No Christmas/New Year’s bang, either. What do you guys think?

Episode 3: As this episode starts the Thursday following the previous episode when Tony Takes Fiona to his award ceremony, it leaves Tony’s deflowering to have taken place on February 4.

Episode 4: If I follow the logic of my original calendar which has episode 4 on the same weekend as episode 3, then this means this episode alternatively takes place on February 6th. This actually works quite well with an upcoming event in episode 6.

Episode 5: I worked a little backwards here. I had to place episode 6 on February 16th, so the only date episode 5 could take place was February 12th-13th, meaning Kev and Vee got married on February 13th in this alternate timeline.

Episode 6: At the beginning of this episode, Carl hands Fiona a note from last Friday and it is now Wednesday. I initially made the assumption that it is Wednesday Dec 15th, however, in this alternative timeline, I’m placing this episode on February 16th. And there is evidence of this date. If you zoom in quite a bit, it’s got a date on it, February 11, 2011, the Friday before February 16th. But I hate this timeline because it just doesn’t make sense! There is a calendar change in episode 8, two episodes from now! It goes from December to January in that episode. I can get that the calendar is unreliable, but if they’re gonna change it, why change it to the wrong month?? No. I refuse. But anyway. There is evidence.

This now leaves us three weeks to squeeze in the Bangiversary, Slim Jims, and two episodes of Monica before we get to the last two episodes, which we know for a fact take place on March 18-20th, same as the original timeline. Here is the only way this would work:

Episode 7: Episode 7 would be on February 18th-19th, making Ian and Mickey’s Bangiversary February 19th, getting rid of the possibility of a Christmas and New Year’s bang. Also, speeding up their entire first bit of their young relationship. We just went from a possible two months of secret fucking before Mickey was arrested to a mere two weeks? No! I don’t like it!!

Episode 8: This puts SlimJims and Milkovich-Ian Sandwich on February 25th-27th.

Episode 9: Frank would call Monica on March 5th and, she’d would show up around March 6th. That same night, Mickey is arrested.

Episode 10: On March 7th, Ian finds out he’s not Frank’s son and Monica abandons her children again.

Episodes 11 & 12: Remain the same. We know they take place on the Friday-Sunday after St. Patrick’s day.

I will admit, there is an elegance to the end here with the Karen storyline. In the original timeline, if she goes to the ball with her dad on February 21st, and then goes emo child on March 18th, about three weeks later. That doesn’t really fit, either. However, I could be convinced to move the entire Monica saga down so that it all happens in March instead of February. This could work actually. (Yes you are reading me figuring this out in real time, folks!)

WAIT!!! WHAT IF we have an alternative-alternative timeline?? And it looks like this:

We ignore the weird Carl teacher’s note thing from episode 6, and we keep episodes 1-8 the same as is in the original timeline, giving us the very, very important Christmas and New Year’s bang as well as more than two weeks of secret fucking, while episodes 9-12 look more like this second timeline, making the Karen storyline make more sense. Oh I think I like this!

Here are some visuals:

OG Timeline:

Timeline 2.0

Timeline 3.0

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?? Does anyone have opinions? Do we still care?? Did we ever…?

There you have it folks! Season One all tied up in…a really messy Gordian knot. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I have! On to season two! (I promise I won’t take a whole year this time!)

#Shameless timeline #s1 #alternative timeline

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