#ooookay time for me to stop talking

[kozh-lucium]

I wonder what Bhaal is thinking if he saw his ex-kid frolicking like this.

Is he still salty that resist Durge disobey him?

Maybe not, since he can just make another bhaalspawn.

[rosemariiaa]

~All Eyes on You~

pairing: Paige x Oc

a/n: ooookay so this is my attempt at writing paige x oc, i don’t do it often or at all so take it easy on me! other than that happy reading lovelies 💌

warnings: language, teasing, sexual innuendo

Enjoy!!!

Victoria Collazo had never been one to be easily impressed—growing up as a competitive gymnast and a proud Colombiana, she knew her worth. Her caramel skin and sharp features, accompanied by her fierce attitude, made sure of that. However, the minute she walked into that sports dinner with her boyfriend Jason, she immediately knew one thing—Paige Bueckers was going to be a problem.

Jason had already made a point of telling Victoria that he knew Paige, the UConn basketball star who was sitting at the bar, loud and obnoxious. And drunk. She could still remember the way Jason’s arm tightened around her waist as he leaned in, whispering, “That’s Paige. Met her during some sports camp, thinks she’s the shit now.”

Victoria just rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t seem all that,” she had muttered, watching Paige as she laughed way too loud, knocking over someone’s drink in the process.

Jason had wanted to introduce them, and as soon as they approached, Paige glanced up at Victoria—her blue eyes heavy-lidded, and a cocky smirk tugging at her lips. It was like Paige didn’t even acknowledge Jason as he said something she didn’t care to remember. She just stared at Victoria, too long, and too direct.

“So this is your girl?” Paige had slurred, half leaning over the bar, her eyes dragging up and down Victoria’s body in her mini red dress. “Not bad.”

Victoria had felt Jason stiffen next to her. She could tell he was about to say something, his possessiveness already creeping in. She stepped forward, beating him to it.

“I’m right here, you know,” Victoria had snapped, fixing Paige with a cold stare.

“Oh, trust me,” Paige had replied, not breaking eye contact, “I noticed.”

Jason had scowled at Paige’s words, his jaw tightening as he pulled Victoria closer. “You good, Bueckers? Maybe lay off the shots for a second, yeah?”

Paige raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by Jason’s growing temper. Instead, she grinned wider, and glanced at Victoria, completely ignoring him again. “You know,” she said lazily, “You don’t seem like the type to let your boyfriend do all the talking for you.”

Victoria had rolled her eyes, annoyed. She could handle herself; she didn’t need Jason swooping in like some kind of protective shield. But Jason being Jason, always jumped in whenever another guy—or girl—so much as looked her way.

“Maybe you should mind your business,” Jason had snapped, stepping forward, but Victoria could feel the simmering tension rising between them. Paige’s smirk was unwavering.

“Don’t get mad just because I’ve got more game than you,” Paige shot back. “Maybe if you stopped acting like her fucking bodyguard for two seconds, she’d actually enjoy herself.”

Victoria snickered at that one, despite herself, catching Jason off guard. He whipped his head towards her, eyes flashing with disbelief.

“You gonna back me up, or what?”

“Can you stop?” Victoria had sighed, giving Jason a pointed look. “I don’t need you defending me like I’m some damsel in distress. I can handle Paige.”

“Can you now?” Paige’s voice dripped with amusement, her eyes never leaving Victoria’s. That lingering stare was making Victoria’s skin warm in a way she hadn’t anticipated. But she wasn’t about to let Paige know that.

Jason had been fuming by this point, practically shaking as he clenched his fists. “You think this shit is funny?” he snapped at Paige, trying to get in her face now.

Paige just raised her hands, feigning innocence. “Whoa, relax, man. I’m just saying…if you’re gonna get all territorial every time someone talks to her, you’re gonna scare her away.”

“Fuck you, Bueckers,” Jason growled.

Paige laughed, looking over at Victoria again, her expression knowing. “Well, at least someone here has a sense of humor.” She tilted her head towards Jason. “Good luck with that, by the way.”

Victoria shook her head, already over the night. Jason could be so possessive, acting like she was his property whenever anyone even glanced her way. It pissed her off to no end, especially when she could handle herself.

“Let’s just go,” she said, tugging Jason’s arm. But she couldn’t help glancing back at Paige one more time—only to find Paige already staring, lips curved into another smirk.

And for reasons Victoria couldn’t explain at the time, that look stuck with her the entire night.

The dinner dragged on, with Jason chatting loudly to some sports executive about his “future opportunities,” completely unaware of how ridiculous he sounded. Meanwhile, Victoria could barely focus on anything he was saying. Mostly because she kept catching Paige staring at her from across the room.

At first, she’d thought maybe it was the alcohol messing with Paige’s head, but after the fourth or fifth time their eyes met, Victoria knew exactly what Paige was doing.

The first time it happened, Victoria had been trying to pay attention to the conversation at their table, only to feel someone’s gaze burning into her skin. She glanced up and—there was Paige, standing by the bar, casually sipping her drink. Their eyes met for a split second, and then Paige’s lips curled into a smirk before she turned back to her group of friends.

Victoria quickly looked away, biting back an annoyed sigh. She didn’t need this right now.

But it kept happening. Every time she looked in Paige’s direction, the basketball star was watching her, eyes raking over her with that same irritating smirk on her face. It was like Paige knew something that Victoria didn’t, and it was driving her insane.

She crossed her arms, trying to ignore it. Jason was still going on about something—probably trying to impress the guy sitting next to him—but Victoria couldn’t care less. Every time she looked up, there was Paige, still staring.

At one point, Victoria rolled her eyes dramatically, hoping Paige would get the message and stop. But of course, Paige didn’t. Instead, she lifted her drink in a mock toast and winked at her from across the room.

Are you fucking kidding me? Victoria thought, her annoyance bubbling up. The audacity of this girl.

Paige was drunk. She had to be. There was no other explanation for why she was acting so damn cocky. That, or she was just an asshole, which, honestly, didn’t seem too far off. Paige had been a thorn in her side ever since they met, and tonight wasn’t any different.

“Hey, you okay?” Jason’s voice snapped her back to reality. Victoria blinked and turned to him, her face neutral. “I’m fine. Just tired of being here.”

Jason sighed, nodding as he reached for her hand, his grip a little too tight. “I get it. We can head out soon.”

She nodded, half-listening as she discreetly glanced back at Paige one more time. Of course, Paige was still looking—this time, leaning against the wall, her eyes trailing over Victoria’s body like she had all the time in the world. That stupid smirk was still plastered on her face, and it made Victoria want to throw her drink at her.

But instead, she just glared, pursing her lips. Paige raised an eyebrow, almost daring her to say something.

Not worth it, Victoria told herself, turning back to her table.

But even as the night dragged on, she couldn’t fully escape Paige’s gaze. It was like Paige was everywhere—no matter where Victoria went or who she talked to, Paige always seemed to be watching. And the worst part? It wasn’t just annoying anymore. It was getting under her skin in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

———-

Later That Night - Paige’s Apartment

Paige collapsed onto her couch, her head still spinning from the night’s chaos. She should’ve been asleep by now, but instead, her phone was in her hand. The first thing she did—like clockwork—was open up Instagram. Her fingers moved automatically, typing in Victoria Collazo’s name before she even thought about it. The page loaded, and there she was—her profile picture, her name, all those posts she’d stalked a thousand times but pretended like she didn’t.

She scrolled through her feed lazily, pausing at a photo of Victoria on a beach, wearing a bikini that showed off her toned body. Paige’s lips twitched in amusement as she remembered the way Victoria had kept rolling her eyes at her all night. The girl was so easily irritated, it was almost too fun to fuck with her.

But damn if she didn’t look good.

Paige’s thumb hovered over the picture of Victoria and Jason at some event, and she rolled her eyes immediately. Jason was always hanging all over Victoria like she was his fucking trophy or something. Paige had seen enough tonight to know how possessive that asshole could be.

She doesn’t even look like she likes him, Paige thought, zooming in slightly on Victoria’s face in the photo. Her smile looked forced, her body language stiff next to Jason’s overbearing grip.

Tossing her phone onto the couch, Paige shook her head and muttered, “You can do so much better, Collazo.”

She shut her eyes for a moment, but the image of Victoria kept popping into her mind—those sharp brown eyes, that caramel skin that had glistened under the lights, her curves barely hidden in that tight dress. Paige’s lips parted as she exhaled, a frustrated sigh escaping her.

Whatever. Not my problem, she thought, though it didn’t stop her mind from wandering.

———-

Jason slammed the car door shut, his jaw clenched as he started the engine. Victoria knew that look all too well—he was pissed, and she was going to hear about it.

The silence was deafening as they pulled out of the parking lot, Jason gripping the wheel like it had personally offended him. Victoria leaned back in her seat, already bracing herself for whatever was coming next.

“Seriously?” Jason finally snapped, his voice tight with anger. “What the fuck was that back there?”

Victoria closed her eyes and sighed. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about!” he barked, his eyes flashing as he glanced at her. “You were practically laughing with that bitch Paige all night. And when she started talking shit, you just sat there!”

“I didn’t need to ‘back you up,’ Jason,” Victoria said, her tone clipped. “I can handle myself. I didn’t need you jumping in like you always do.”

Jason’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. “Yeah, well, it didn’t look like you were handling it. Looked like you were letting her walk all over you.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, already done with this conversation. “I didn’t let her do anything. She was drunk, Jason. Who cares?”

“Who cares? You care enough to keep looking at her all night!”

“I wasn’t—” Victoria stopped herself, realizing she was about to lie. She had looked. Multiple times. But it wasn’t because she wanted to. It was because Paige had been staring her down like some kind of challenge all fucking night, and it had gotten under her skin more than she wanted to admit.

“Look,” Jason continued, his voice rising in frustration, “you didn’t even defend me when she was talking shit. What, are you mad because she’s pretty or something?”

Victoria turned her head to the side and stared out the window. “Oh my God, Jason. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I? Because it sure seemed like you were letting her get in your head. And now you’re gonna pretend like nothing happened.”

Victoria didn’t answer. She wasn’t in the mood for this argument, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to feed into his possessiveness anymore. All she could think about was how Paige had smirked at her, winked at her, and how she’d spent the night staring back like some kind of idiot.

Jason kept ranting, but Victoria tuned him out, her mind wandering back to Paige. Why the hell do I keep thinking about her?

———-

A few weeks later..

The UConn team arrived at the charity gala, a week before the ESPYs, buzzing with excitement. The venue was lavishly decorated, shimmering with soft lights that danced off the elegant attire worn by the players. Victoria stepped through the entrance alongside her teammates, her simple yet striking dress hugging her curves just right. She felt a mix of nerves and excitement; these events were always a bit overwhelming.

Across the room, Paige stood confidently, dressed in a sleek suit that accentuated her athletic figure. She exuded an air of casual elegance, drink in hand, and was already scanning the crowd. When her gaze landed on Victoria, her lips curved into a smirk.

Paige watched as Victoria mingled with her teammates, laughter mingling with the soft music playing in the background. She admired the way the dress moved with Victoria, effortlessly drawing attention. When Victoria finally caught her gaze, Paige leaned back against the wall, a playful glint in her eyes.

Victoria felt the heat of Paige’s stare, a mix of irritation and something else she couldn’t quite place. She rolled her eyes but found herself glancing back, her heart racing slightly at the undeniable tension.

As Victoria continued to chat with her teammates, she noticed the lack of Jason by her side. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up late, but Paige noticed immediately. With a sly grin, she sauntered over, making her presence known.

“No shadow tonight?” Paige asked, her voice laced with mock innocence. “I was starting to think he’d never leave your side.”

Victoria crossed her arms, suppressing a smirk. “Funny, I didn’t realize you paid so much attention to my personal life.”

Paige shrugged, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. “I wouldn’t call it paying attention. More like… noticing what’s worth noticing.”

The annoyance bubbled up within Victoria, but so did an undeniable pull towards Paige, which frustrated her even more. She turned to grab a drink, hoping to shake off the tension, but Paige followed her, stepping up beside her at the bar.

“What’s it like being his babysitter, by the way? You must be exhausted,” Paige teased, raising an eyebrow. Victoria shot her a pointed look, her patience wearing thin. “You’ve got some nerve, Bueckers. Maybe you should focus on your own life instead of running your mouth about mine.”

Paige’s grin widened, unfazed by Victoria’s sharp words. “I can’t help it. Watching you is a lot more fun.”

Feeling a sudden rush of mischief, Victoria decided to turn the tables. She leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing Paige’s ear as she whispered, “You know, if you want a real challenge, you could always try to keep up with me in a game of one-on-one. I promise I won’t go easy on you.”

Paige froze for a moment, a flush creeping up her neck. She was taken aback by Victoria’s boldness, her heart racing at the proximity. “Is that a challenge, Collazo?” she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless.

“Depends,” Victoria smirked, pulling back just enough to look Paige in the eye. “Can you handle a girl like me?”

The air crackled with tension, both girls sizing each other up. Victoria could see the way Paige’s gaze dropped to her lips before she caught herself, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me,” Paige shot back, her tone teasing but laced with a hint of seriousness. “You might want to watch yourself, though. I play to win.”

Victoria chuckled, appreciating the way the banter shifted to a flirtatious edge. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice low, sending a thrill through the space between them.

As the evening wore on, Victoria found herself glancing at Paige more often than she intended. Each time she caught Paige’s smirk, irritation flared within her, but there was also an undeniable attraction that frustrated her to no end. Every time their eyes met, it felt like a challenge, and Victoria wasn’t one to back down.

“Just ignore her,” her friend whispered, noticing the way Victoria’s attention was drawn to Paige. “She’s just trying to get under your skin.”

“I know,” Victoria muttered, her gaze flicking back to Paige, who was now laughing with a group of her teammates. “It’s just… annoying.” Yeah right.

————-

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner

[honeipie]

CHICK-FLICKS!

eijiro kirishima x fem!reader

synopsis: eijiro was given a tip on a way into your heart

“what are you watching?”

you looked behind the couch to see eijiro leaning himself against it. the sound of uncomfortable groaning came from the television. you grabbed the remote to pause the movie.

"bridesmaids!.. have you never seen it?"

kirishima raised both eyebrows still looking at the screen.

"i think i would've remembered a girl taking a massive dump in the sink"

turning to the television you tilted your head.

"she is taking a massive dump isn't she?" you went to find the remote again "sorry about that. sometimes i forget what i'm watching can be weird since i've seen it so many times. i'll watch it in my room"

he placed a hand over yours to stop you from turning it off.

"whoa! i never said to turn it off. i'm invested now" he hopped over the couch settling in next to you "so what is braidsmaids and what does it have to do with shitting in a sink?"

"well when you put it like that it sounds horrible" you gave him an innocent look making him smile "but it's about this one girl who's friend is getting married and she's doing her best to help plan it. but then this other girl swoops in and acts like she's that girl's best friend so it just makes the original best friends plans look all stupid and messed up so-" you stopped taking notice to the look on his face. the lights were on, but nobody was home "you don't understand a single thing i'm saying to you right now do you?" he rubbed the back of his neck a sheepish smile forming on his lips.

"nah, i'm sorry. i got lost after that one girl.. who was the girl.. who isn't her best friend?"

"don't hurt yourself" taking the remote you rewinded the movie back to the beginning.

"you don't have to do that! i probably would've gotten it eventually!"

you shook your head "nope! you are going to experience everything this amazing movie has to offer" so you settled back into the couch making sure to place your bowl of treats between you.

"oh! i forgot to warn you. the first scene is a little.. much"

but kirishima wasn't watching the screen all too much. he had his crimson eyes subtly gazing at you every chance that he got. the boy had a major crush on you, but wasn't sure how to get an in. every time he tried to start up a conversation with you, he wouldn't know what to say, which would end up with mina coming over to save his ass. that was until mina gave him some pointers.

"listen dude. you can't keep freezing up around her like you’re kaminari after he short circuits" she imitated the boy making him laugh until he realized she was insulting him.

"hey! it's not my fault! every time she looks at me i just want to give her a kiss. a really long kiss"

"ooookay lover boy. let me help you out. i'll list out things that she likes then you can say what you can connect with her on" mina got up and started walking back and forth in her room. she started listing everything that you loved "those cute farming games, crochet, watching chick-flicks.."

kirishima snorted as she said the last one.

"what is a chick-flick?"

"it's like a movie that is made quote unquote 'for women' but everybody should watch them cause they're freaking amazing"

he thought for a good moment. watching movies seemed to be the easiest (and quickest) thing to learn about.

"okay, i'll talk to her about these flicks"

"even better" mina sat next to him with a smile "every friday night when the class goes to those weekly karaoke nights, she stays home and watches them in the common room. she calls it her 'recharging time'"

kirishima nodded with a smile.

"looks like i'm clearing my plans for friday"

He went to say something but stopped hearing the disgruntled moans coming from the screen.

"y/n! what the hell are we watching?"

"that's not fair! i told you that the beginning was a lot!"

the two of you made light conversation throughout the movie. him asking questions, and you asking if he liked it so far. by the end, the two of you were in a fit of giggles as the credits rolled.

"see? i told you that it was a good movie!" you moved to face him fully.

"ok, that was pretty funny. the real question is though, are all chickflicks this good?"

"uhh yeah!" you squinted your eyes at him curiously before putting your hand out "what about this. you come back for the next couple of fridays and i'll show you just how good they can be"

kirishima looked down at your hand with a wide grin. he took it in his giving it a shake “deal” you both let the handshake linger for a couple seconds longer before hearing the door.

letting go of his hand you smiled seeing iida and mina come through the door “hey! we decided to come home early. everything okay?” she asked raising her eyebrows subtly at kiri. he gave her a smile and nodded over at the television.

“everything’s fine. we’re just watchin’ a movie”

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[loveluvrs]

third time's the charm l oscar piastri x reader

request/summary – Hellooo!! Would you be able to write an oscar piastri blurb with little examples of the reader showing him off and him getting all flustered? For example, drunk in a club with her friends / to make him feel more confident / ect..? 🫶

author's notes – idk if this was what anon was thinking of but this is what i imagined 😭

I walked into the paddock, hand in hand with Oscar. I was talking about the newest episode of the series I had been binge watching. Oscar, as usual, had settled into listening to me attentively, as I yapped on relentlessly without an end in sight. 

I stopped when I bump into Max’s mum and sister. His family was like a second family to me, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to see them yet since Oscar and I started dating. 

“Oh, hi! I’ve missed you guys so much. This is Oscar, you guys already know he’s my boyfriend,” I say excitedly as he reaches his hand out to greet them. “He loves the curry I make just like you guys do. Sometimes I think he may like it even more. I mean, he always begs me to make it whenever he’s visiting home,” I ramble on excitedly. 

“Ooookay, we should get going now. Nice to meet you,” Oscar says before dragging me along with him to Mclaren garage. “What happened? I was talking,” I ask with a pout. 

He laughs as he rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I know, babe. You never stop talking, do you?” he says playfully, “you should remember to breathe every once in a while.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. I wasn’t even talking that much! I was just introducing them to you and telling them how much I love you!” I say defensively with a confused look in my eyes. 

“Love, you were telling them I beg for your cooking, that’s embarrassing!” Oscar says with a slight laugh. It’s only now I stop and notice that he’s turned slightly red, making me giggle. Oscar gives me an unamused look before saying, “don’t laugh at me like that, you do this every time!” 

“I’m sorry,” I say with a giggle, “you know I only do it because I love you. I just want people to know how great you are, promise!” Oscar opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted when some of his team members approach him to talk to him about the upcoming race weekend. “We’re going to talk about this later,” Oscar says softly as he points a finger at me playfully. 

——

I screamed as Oscar won the sprint race in Qatar, and I immediately rushed over to him after the race, peppering him with kisses all over his face. “I’m so so proud of you, oh my god!” I say excitedly. Oscar’s face was already red from the heat, and it somehow turned even redder when he saw the cameras approach us. He whined slightly as he burrowed his face into my neck. “Baby, don’t embarrass me,” he mumbles quietly in a shy voice. 

“My boyfriend just won a sprint race in his rookie season in F1, of course I’m gonna show you off and embarrass you. Don’t expect anything less from me,” I tease as I give him one last kiss before sending him off. 

When Oscar returns to our hotel room that night, I’m already half asleep. He spends a bit of time on his phone while in my arms, trying to keep up with everyone’s messages. He stops when he sees an Instagram post from me, his embarrassed and red face that was caught on the cameras now plastered all over this post. “Did you really have to post that?” He asks me playfully.

“I absolutely did. You’re amazing, and you’re mine. Two things every person should know,” I say playfully, earning a playful eye roll from him. “But I look awful, babe!” He protests, zooming in on himself in the photo. I stifle a laugh. “Thousands of people would disagree, actually. Plus, you don’t look awful, you look happy!” I say softly. 

He gives me an unamused look. “What if I don’t want to look happy?”

I giggle. “Then you are one sick weirdo, Oscar Piastri,” I tease with a soft kiss to his lips. 

——

It’s Oscar’s birthday today, and I have been meticulously planning out every single detail for the past few weeks, including a party with some of his closest friends after qualifying session that day. Despite my protests, Zak also insisted inviting some sponsors to the event and key investors of Mclaren, to act as an opportunity for networking. I reluctantly agreed, although I knew Oscar wouldn’t like it. 

As I thought, Oscar seemed a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people there. He was whisked away to a new person every two minutes, and it was all too much for him to handle. He eventually sat down next to me outside with a loud sigh, leaning his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to invite this many people, but Zak said this and that. And you know how he is, he wouldn’t have stopped until I said yes,” I say with a frown as I clearly notice how he isn’t having the best of times at this party. Instead, he just smiles, leaning in to give me a soft kiss. He stands up again, holding his hand out towards me. “I don’t care. Just be by my side while I’m being interrogated?” He asks playfully. I giggle, and with a nod I take his hand, our fingers intertwining. 

We soon see one of my old friends that I knew from RedBull, and I introduce Oscar formally to her. As always, I begin to praise Oscar as a driver and as a person. And as always, he gets incredibly red. This time, however, I catch myself before it gets too bad, cutting myself off. When my friend walks away, Oscar has a frown on his face. 

“Why’d you stop? You usually go on for longer,” he asks softly. I shrug. “You always get embarrassed by it, so I just realized and quit while I was ahead,” I say quietly in a kind of embarrassed tone that he even noticed I cut myself off. 

Oscar shakes his head. “Oh come on, babe. Yes, I do get extremely embarrassed by it. But rambling on about me is so you, and I never want you to stop, you hear me? If I can’t praise myself then I need someone who will,” he says with a playful smile. 

“Promise? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” I say softly.

“No no no, absolutely not. You could never make me uncomfortable, ever. And you rambling on and showing me off is embarrassing, yes, but I love you for it. I promise,” he says softly. 

“Well, if you insist… then I guess I could squeeze in a few rambles here and there..” I say playfully with a giggle. 

[caelisblade]

– REWARDS | SYLUS

studying for your final exams with sylus turns into him rewarding you for your hard work

content: alternate universe, sylus is a normal human being (with red eyes, oopsie), isn’t that cool?!; established relationship; non-canon sylus (he’s actually sweet and gentle in this one); n/sf/w warning; unprotected s/3/x; praise; overstimulation; aftercare <3

wc: 1,9k

“i’m so sick of this”, you whined, your head slamming on your study books on your desk. you only looked up with a glare when you heard your boyfriend snicker behind you – sylus was finding this too amusing. “don’t fucking laugh.”

“you’re so adorable when your frustrated, sweetie, i can’t help it”, he said, leaning back on his chair next to you. “i offered you help and you refused. i can’t do anything but watch you work your cute little brain.”

“i refused your help because i don’t need your help. i can handle it.”

“clearly”, he snorted, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up. “do you need snacks?”

you nodded without any hesitation. “please. i need snacks or i’m going to lose my shit.” 

you heard another chuckle before he disappeared out of your (his) office. a groan left your throat again. 

you were studying for your final exams with him and you were happy that he was there for mental support – you just couldn’t ask of him to go through this for another time when he had successfully graduated two years ago. you knew that he was fine with working through the material with you but you just felt so guilty to ask this of him. 

sylus returned with his hands full of snacks and a plate of fruits you liked. you sighed softly and smiled at him. “what would i do without you?”

“you’d lose your shit”, he laughed, using your choice of words from earlier. 

“i love you”, you mumbled, grabbing a bite before you tried to focus back on your books but it didn't work out as you hoped. the words just went past you, everything you read was just going through your mind and you couldn’t process it. 

“ooookay, you’re going to take a break. and i don’t take a no for an answer” sylus suddenly said, taking the exam preparation books away from you. “you clearly can’t take anymore and you’re just going to come with me to bed and relax a little.” 

you nodded, defeated, and stood up, rubbing your eyes. “a little rest will help for sure.” 

sylus gave you his signature smirk, the one corner of his mouth lifted. “maybe i’ll even give you a little more.” 

you looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was getting at. “what do you mean?”

“you‘ll see.”

so, that is what he meant.

he had you pinned down underneath him on the bed, clothes discarded into some corner of the room and he was happily between your legs, his tongue still teasing your sensitive clit after he had already brought you to an earth-shattering climax a few moments ago. 

your hands were buried in his silver hair, pulling on the strands. he stopped his teasing for a quick moment, his red eyes boring into your teary eyes. 

“you look relaxed”, he teased, laughing when he saw you glaring at him. “i‘m kidding, stop glaring at me.”

“you either go down on me or i won’t talk to you again”, you threatened, and he happily obliged. you didn’t know why, but sylus loved going down on you — he was just so excited to taste you, his tongue licking up every last drop of your slick. 

“we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”, he said as he took a quick breather. 

“exactly”, you replied with a grin, a sigh leaving your lips as you melted into his antics. “you‘re too good to me.”

“let‘s see if you say that again once you got me inside of you”, he groaned against your pussy, hands gripping your thighs a little tighter to keep your legs spread wide open. 

“oh, i‘m sure i‘ll say that again”, you giggled, which turned into a moan when you felt his tongue circling over your clit once again and one of his long fingers slipping inside of you. “fuck, sy!”

it didn’t take much of him fingering you and licking over your overstimulated clit until your legs started shaking, your body tensing up as you felt the knot in your tummy snap and you just cried out his name as a surge of pleasure burst through you. 

“good girl”, he praised, his hand softly brushing over your tummy as he waited for your shaky breath to even out. “you did so great, princess.” 

“god, sylus, just fuck me”, you whined, trying to pull him up on top of you. “i need you, please.” 

once he was on top of you, he kissed you again, you could taste yourself on his lips and you just couldn’t help but love the messiness of this all. his hand was on your cheek, his other hand wandering down your naked body. 

you giggled, his touch tickling and his wandering hand was gently placed on your hip. 

despite being such a serious person when it was about other people, sylus wasn’t shy to be caring and sweet to you. it was like he had two different personalities – the one where he was cold and harsh to people who crossed him and the one with you; being all kind and gentle with you. 

the moment he aligned his tip with your entrance and slowly pushed his cock in, he kissed you again, more intensely and passionately, trying to distract you from any possible pain you might experience through the stretch. and when he started to fuck you, hard and rough, just the way you both liked it, his teeth were latched to your neck, leaving bites and kisses over it. 

you felt his hand wander up your body again before his fingertips gently brushed over your arm and he finally intertwined your fingers, holding your hand as he rutted into you with such passion you had never expected of him the first time you had sex with him. 

“fuck, you feel so good”, he groaned against your neck, making your body shiver; his deep voice always had that effect on you, especially when you were losing your mind on his cock. “you take me so well.” 

another thing that had been a surprise to you was the amount of praise he gave when he took everything you could give him. he loved to be close to you, your legs wrapped around him and trying to get him as close as possible to you. 

your eyes rolled back, the pleasure making your body tremble and you were too close to your climax, but of course, as always, sylus had other plans for you. he slowed down, keeping himself buried in your pussy, but giving you no sort of stimulation whatsoever. 

“syyyy”, you whined, pouting in frustration. “don’t tease. i thought this was supposed to be a reward for me.” 

“don’t know where you got that from”, he shrugged with a smirk. and it was true – he had never specified that this would be a reward for you. but you couldn’t help and see it that way. sylus loved to pamper you, especially when there was something he was proud of you for. and fucking you into oblivion was one of those ‘rewards’ he’d like to give you. “i never said it was a reward.” 

“cut the shit, sylus and fuck me”, you begged, desperate to reach that climax that was just denied of you. “please.”

“look at you, being all sweet again”, he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair from your face. planting a soft kiss on your lips, he resumed his rough, hard thrusts and made you cry out his name again. 

a loud moan left your lips once more when he started simultaneously circling your clit with his thumb while he was fucking you; making you finally come around his cock, a trail of creamy slick left around the base of it. 

“good girl”, he grunted, overstimulating you as he got closer to his own release, still fucking you until he finally ended up coming inside of you, coating your insides white and his weight heavy on your body before he finally rolled off of you, quickly hugging you from behind. 

his lips trailed over your neck, to your shoulders, not talking or anything as you both calmed down. “come on, baby, let’s wash up”, he whispered, finally getting out of bed and stretching. you just turned around and watched him, eyeing him intently. 

“you gonna stop staring and get up or do you want me to throw you over my shoulder?”, he teased, laughing. 

“i’m sore”, you just replied, shrugging. “carry me.” 

you stretched out your arms to which he just laughed, nodding before he lifted you up with ease, bringing you towards the bathroom and carefully placing you on your feet in the shower. turning on the water, he waited until you both were soaked before he grabbed your shower gel, before he gently started massaging it onto your skin, slowly washing you and then himself. 

yet, being naked in the shower with you, taking care of you, kind of turned him on again and it wasn’t long until he had you pinned against the wall, his cock buried inside of you once again, yet this time, he was fucking you much rougher, harder than before. even if he didn’t directly say it, you were right. this was a reward for you. this time, it was different. he drilled into you like nothing else in the world mattered rather than the sound of your moans into his ear. 

“baby, fuck”, he groaned, his hands under your thighs as he lifted you up a little. “you make me feel so good.” 

“sy- ah! sylus”, you cried out, your face contorting in pleasure as he hit your g-spot with his tip over and over again; making you come hard around him, and you were so sore, in the best way possible. 

the second he finally came inside of you again, he just leaned against you, trying to catch his breath before it turned into a soft laugh. “cleaned you up, just for this to happen again, huh?”, he chuckled. 

you started laughing, too. “let me wash your hair first before we get out of here. i need sleep”, you mumbled, exhausted from the constant stimulation on your body over the past two hours. 

he nodded, leaning down so you could reach his hair more easily as you massaged the shampoo into his hair. sylus after sex was someone craving lots of love and care, no matter how hard or rough he was before. 

after you finally washed up and dried yourself up, you both went back to bed, you with shaky legs to which sylus simply lifted you up again, carrying you towards the bed, but not letting you lay down until he at least had one of his overly big t-shirts on you and made you put on panties, despite your complaints of how sore you were. once you were clothed, he let you lay down and cover yourself with the blanket, quickly following you and hugging you from behind. 

“i love you”, you slurred with a sleepy, quiet voice. he didn’t reply, just planting a soft kiss on your shoulder before you finally fell asleep, allowing yourself to rest from all the studying you had done and then how much sylus had kept you on your toes. just that final, gentle kiss on your skin was enough. you knew just how much he loved you, too. 

[its-the-pilot]

Can't Fight This Feeling | One-Shot

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope you enjoy this little festive one-shot 😘

Summary: When Maverick gets called up for a mission on Thanksgiving, you and Bradley make new traditions of your own. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: mild teen sexuality

Length: 3k words

Pairing: teen!Bradley Bradshaw x teen!Female Reader

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

The smell of a freshly baked pumpkin pie filled the house as Maverick entered, and it made him dread the news he was about to deliver. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he found you slicing apples for another pie, completely focused on your task until he moved closer and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Hey, Uncle Pete,” you greeted, pausing in your work to turn toward him. “You’re home early.”

He nodded, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. “It smells great in here, Squirt. Where’s Bradley? I have some news.”

“He ran to the store for me, I needed a couple things for Thanksgiving tomorrow,” you explained, turning back to your apples when he mentioned ‘news’. You had heard him say it enough over the 8 years you had lived with him to know immediately what it meant. “But I guess it doesn’t matter, you’re gonna miss it.”

Maverick sighed, leaning against the counter. “I don’t want to, Squirt,” he tried, hating that you were frustrated with him. “I got called up for a mission, I have to leave in a couple hours.”

Your jaw clenched as you fought back tears, still slicing away at the pile of apples in front of you. “You promised you’d be here for the holidays. It’s the first year without Mama Carole.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You know the Navy--”

He stopped when you cut him off by dropping your knife onto the cutting board. “You. Promised.” Your words were firm even as you lost the fight with your tears, feeling them slide down your cheeks. It wasn’t the first promise he’d had to break, but after losing Carole earlier in the year, you had hoped that he would find some perspective. 

The sound of Bradley’s voice as he entered the house did little to relax the situation. “Hey, they didn’t have the butter you wanted, but…” he trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen, stopping when he saw your tears and Maverick looking like a kicked dog. Before either of them could say anything else, you left up the stairs to your room, slamming the door. “Ooookay…” he started, confused as he set the bags he was carrying on the counter. “What happened?”

Maverick ran a hand through his hair and pushed off the counter where he had been leaning. “I got called up for a mission, I’m leaving tonight. She’s pissed because…” “... you promised to be here for Thanksgiving,” Bradley finished for him, looking toward the stairs where you had disappeared to. He understood why you were upset, all you wanted was for the three of you to be together for the holiday. Turning back to Maverick, he shook his head. “Just go. She’ll be fine, just like every other time.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He had his struggles with Bradley, but since the two of you had started dating things seemed to have lightened a bit. “This is my job. I go where I’m told, I don’t have a choice in it.”

Bradley shot him a look that immediately reminded him of Goose as he came to the defense of his girlfriend. “And she knows that, Commander,” he retorted, using his rank as a jab. “Doesn’t mean she can’t be upset that you broke another promise. I’ll talk to her, just… come back safe.”

He didn’t wait for Maverick to respond before he headed up the stairs, stopping outside your door and knocking gently, waiting for your permission to enter. “Dimples, it’s me.”

There was a long moment of silence before he heard your voice inviting him inside. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, frowning when he saw you curled up on your bed, tears staining your cheeks. Crossing the room, he sat beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head as he rocked you back and forth gently. 

You felt a fresh round of tears starting up as you leaned into him, your fingers gripping the fabric of the hoodie he wore. “It’s so dumb. I shouldn’t even be upset, I should be used to it,” you sniffled, allowing your boyfriend to run his hand over your back slowly in an attempt to relax you. 

“You’re allowed to be upset,” he reassured you, tucking your head under his chin. “We all miss mom, but look at it this way… we get to make new traditions this year. Just you and me.”

A smile found your lips as you considered creating new traditions with Bradley that would last the rest of your lives together. “I’d like that,” you nodded against his chest, closing your eyes for a moment. “What about all the food?”

Bradley shrugged. “We can still make it if you want, it’ll give us leftovers to experiment with over the weekend.”

“Okay, that sounds--” you stopped when you heard a knock at your door, causing you to sigh heavily knowing it was your uncle. “Come in.”

Maverick opened the door but remained in the hall, and to his credit he didn’t say anything about the way you and Bradley were intertwined on the bed. “I’m heading out,” he stated simply, his pack on his shoulder. 

You surprised yourself when you detached from Bradley and practically ran to hug Maverick, the force of it making him stumble back a step. “Be safe, come home,” you whispered into his shoulder. “Please.”

He dropped his bag and hugged you back, smoothing your hair with one hand. “I always do, Squirt. I love you, and have a good Thanksgiving. I’m really sorry I’m gonna miss it.”

Bradley stood from the bed as you ended the hug, coming to stand beside you, a comforting hand on the small of your back. “See you when you get back, Mav.”

He nodded at the tall brunette who looked so much like his fallen friend. “You two be good. Don’t do anything I would do,” he teased lightly, picking up his bag again. “I’ll call when I can. If you need anything…”

“... call Ice,” the three of you said in unison. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Maverick said goodbye once more before he headed down the stairs and out the front door. 

Once you and Bradley were alone, he gave you a soft kiss. “You wanna finish your apple pie? We should probably get those groceries put away too.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you offered a smile, following him down the stairs to the kitchen. You were still upset about your uncle missing Thanksgiving, but you were looking forward to creating new memories and traditions with Bradley. 

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The next morning, Bradley woke up to the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. Sitting up on the couch where he had fallen asleep with you the night before, he scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair, leaving his caramel curls standing in all directions. 

“Dimples?” he called, padding through the living room toward the kitchen. “What are you doing up so early?”

You looked a little frazzled, your hair in a messy bun on top of your head as what looked like every pot in the kitchen sat out on the countertops, waiting to be filled with food. “There’s a ton to do, I needed to get started early. I made coffee if you want some.”

He was leaning with his shoulder against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. “Coffee… that explains it,” he mumbled before stepping forward and taking you gently by the shoulders, leading you to sit at the table. “How many cups have you had already?”

“Two… no, three cups,” you nodded, trying to get up only to have Bradley stop you. “Brad, I have a lot to cook.”

“Slow down. It’s not a race, and it’s just us. We don’t need a twelve course meal,” he tried, kissing your forehead. “Stay here. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten.”

You watched him return to the kitchen and rummage around before sticking a bagel into the toaster. “Not yet, no.”

“Call me a mind reader,” he teased, returning a minute later with a toasted bagel smeared with cream cheese and handing you half. “Eat. Soak up some of that coffee, then you can tell me what your plan is.”

You did as you were told, taking a bite of the bagel as Bradley did the same, sitting beside you. He smiled as you seemed to relax some, leaning back against your chair as you finished breakfast together. 

Once you were done eating, you pulled a list out of the pocket of your apron and set it on the table. “The turkey will take the longest, so I need to get that going first. Then I was gonna work my way down the list.”

Bradley looked over the list you had and shook his head. “Baby, this is every one of mom’s recipes. We’ll never eat all this food,” he said, taking your hand in his larger one. “Remember what we were talking about last night? Making new traditions?”

“I know, I just…” you sighed, looking down at your joined hands. “I miss her, and I thought… making her recipes would help, you know? She taught them to me for a reason.”

The previous Thanksgiving happened just after Carole’s diagnosis, and she started teaching you all of her best recipes, wanting to make sure you and Bradley weren’t stuck eating Chinese takeout on the holidays because Maverick couldn’t cook. Unfortunately it had been the last holiday she had been well enough to cook, the cancer progressing quickly and leaving her wheelchair bound by Christmas. 

Bringing your hand to his lips, he kissed it gently, never taking his eyes off of you. “How about we pick two or three things, okay? That way, we can feel close to her but still make the meal ours.”

You nodded, turning your hand over to lace your fingers with his. “Okay. Which ones do you like best? I think we have to do a stuffing, for sure.”

“Absolutely,” Bradley smiled, looking over the list as he squeezed your hand gently. “Green bean casserole? And… pumpkin and cheddar scalloped potatoes?”

“Those are my favorite,” you confirmed, standing from your chair and moving to stand between his legs, kissing him. “So we have a menu. I did have an idea for a new tradition, if you want to hear it.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nodded, looking up at you. “I’d love to hear it.”

“Maybe a picnic in front of the fireplace? And after we eat we can listen to music and look at photo albums?” You bit your lip, your hands resting on his shoulders as you waited for his response. 

“That sounds perfect,” Bradley agreed, guiding you back a step so he could stand as well. “Do you want some help in the kitchen? Or should I just focus on getting our picnic set up?”

You leaned up to kiss him sweetly. “I’ll handle the food. You go watch the game and I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

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The next several hours left the house smelling amazing with the various dishes you were cooking. Bradley had set up a nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace with the couch behind it for support before settling in to watch the football game. Every so often you would take a break from cooking and join him, sitting on his lap for a few minutes and stealing kisses. 

When the game was over Bradley helped carve the turkey, then settled in with you to eat in front of the fire. You had each picked out a few records from the extensive collection that came from both his parents and your uncle Pete, taking turns playing them. 

“The food was incredible, Dimples,” Bradley praised, giving you a kiss before standing to take both of your plates into the kitchen. He had already made the decision that he would take care of the dishes later, but he wanted to spend more time with you first. 

You smiled at the compliment, glad that he had enjoyed the meal. While he was up, you pulled out the photo albums and started flipping through them, glad that Carole always seemed to have a camera in her hand.

“Starting without me?” He teased, returning to sit with you in the nest of blankets. “I always forget how many pictures mom used to take.”

“I love that she did. I wish my parents had taken more pictures, I hardly have any from before they passed,” you countered, snuggling into his side.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders as you examined each page, moving through the years of your childhood spent together -- happy memories of holidays, summer vacations and even small candid moments that would have otherwise been forgotten. You couldn’t help but feel regret and grief when thinking about all the moments that hadn’t been captured since she passed, and the ones that would miss being documented in the future.

Almost as though he was reading your mind, Bradley snuggled you closer. “I miss her too,” he whispered, his voice slightly deeper than usual. “She’s here, though. Remember how she used to tell us my dad and your parents were always with us? She’s with us now too. Always.”

You lifted your head to kiss him sweetly just as the record that had been playing came to an end. As the quiet static sound played through the speakers, you smiled against his lips. “Y’know… we need a song.”

Bradley laughed, returning your kiss. “What, in case one of us gets deployed in World War 3?”

“No, I’m serious!” You slapped his chest lightly before climbing out of the makeshift nest and crossing the room. “It’s something we can keep forever, that’s just ours.”

He shrugged and watched you remove the current record from the player, sliding it back into its place on the shelf among the others. “Alright. Go ahead and pick one.”

You looked back at him over your shoulder, the flickering flames of the fireplace casting a warm glow over his skin and making his hazel eyes sparkle. “There’s nothing romantic about just picking one,” you explained, settling on your knees in front of the record collection before closing your eyes. “I have an idea. Tell me when to stop.”

Propping his elbow on the seat of the couch behind him, he rested his chin on his hand and watched you run your fingers along the spines of the albums, back and forth slowly until he finally said your name. Your finger stopped instantly and pulled the record out, not looking at the artist before placing it onto the player and gently dropping the needle. 

Turning back to him, you held your hand out, offering for him to come dance with you as the opening chords to “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon played over the speakers. You smiled when he stood and took your hand, spinning you gently into his arms.

“Look at you,” you praised, resting one hand against the back of his neck while the other held his, your fingers laced together. 

“I’ve been practicing,” Bradley replied, his free hand resting at the small of your back as he held you close to him, swaying with the music.

You looked into his eyes, letting him lead. “With who?”

“Mav,” he admitted, slightly embarrassed until you giggled and kissed him. 

He returned your kiss, placing another on your temple and then your forehead before you rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I could kiss you forever,” he murmured against your ear. 

“Oh yeah?” You replied, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he kissed your neck just below your ear. 

“Yeah,” he grinned against your skin before pulling back to look you in the eye. “Yeah, I could. You think I’m lying?” 

You shook your head, getting lost in his dark hazel eyes. The two of you moved slowly with each other until the song ended, then Bradley led you back to your spot in front of the fire, tucking you against his chest once again.

“Today was amazing,” you whispered, staring at the fire as the flames danced. “You make every day better.”

His thumb brushed over the back of your neck gently as he held you. “How?”

Tipping your head up, you kissed his jaw tenderly. “By just being you. You always know when I need you, how to make everything better.”

“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” he promised. “I cherish every part of you.”

You bit your lip and turned your head into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush on your cheeks. “It’s scary. You’re the only one I’ve let in like this. Ever.”

Bradley nodded, smoothing his hand over your spine to reassure you. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

The music continued playing in the background as you both fell quiet. Finally after a few more songs had played, you spoke, your cheek against his chest. “I give you permission to break my heart, Bradley.”

He was surprised by your statement, and it took him a moment to process before he could respond. “I won’t,” he whispered, tipping your chin up with his free hand so he could look you in the eye once again. “And I give you permission to end me if I ever do.”

You searched his eyes for a moment before kissing him deeply. When you parted, slightly out of breath, you slipped deeper into the blanket nest you were in and tugged Bradley down with you. No words were needed as you snuggled into his side, head pillowed on his chest and your leg wrapped over his hip almost possessively. 

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you, making sure you were both covered by the blankets as you settled in for sleep. “Goodnight, Dimples.”

“Goodnight, B,” you replied, your voice already tired as you closed your eyes. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 7)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (7)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN woke early, her head in the crook of Lucy’s neck. She was half on top of her, cuddled to the side of her body with her legs tangled around one of Lucy’s. She was so warm and comfortable, Lucy’s arms protectively around her and her head leaning on top of hers. She shifted to look over at Jordan who was still very much asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t risk staying any longer. She tried to carefully extract herself from a sleeping Lucy but she eventually woke, patting around the couch for her glasses. YFN found them and gently put them on her half-asleep eyes. YFN slowly came into focus in front of her. She gave a sleepy smile and tilted her head in a question.

“I forgot I have something to do this morning, I need to go.” Lucy looked a little disappointed, so she reached out and touched her cheek lightly. “I haven’t slept that good in a long time. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yes… definitely yes.”

“And you’re sure it won’t affect your football prep?”

She shook her head and tried to whisper, though her morning voice was slightly deeper and huskier. “Training finishes at 5.”

“I’ll see you after training.” YFN gave a cheeky smile and collected her things, quietly tiptoeing away.

Lucy was disappointed at her leaving, and the parts of her body she’d just been laying on felt empty and cold. Suddenly, YFN appeared over the back of the couch and grabbed Lucy’s face, planting a kiss on her cheek. Lucy grinned and YFN kissed the parts of her cheek that crinkled with her grin also. After several pecks, she left Lucy sitting on the couch, far too excited for the night to come.

A knock came at her door just after 10am. “It’s open!”

Jordan walked in with a bigger smile on her face than usual as YFN exited the bathroom in a towel, phone to her ear. Jordan sat on the bed, her little legs dangling off, unable to reach the ground. YFN gave her a grin and used a second towel to dry her wet hair.

‘Your grandma?’ Jordan mouthed. YFN nodded.

“Yeah nan… yep… okay yep perfect. Awesome. Okay… I’ll talk to you later! Love you!” She hung up and dropped the phone onto the bed.

“Aw she sounds cute,” Jordan gushed.

“She’s the cutest. Hey Dory! You’re looking awfully chipper for someone who slept on the couch.”

Jordan gave another grin and didn’t say anything, just stared at YFN.

“Ooookay well at least close your eyes while I get dressed please,” YFN laughed.

“Oh! Sorry.” She covered her eyes and YFN dropped her towel. “I need some advice from you... you know, because you give the best advice.”

YFN chuckled. “I try.. Of course I’ll give you advice!”

“Okay well I sort of like someone… a lot.”

“Yes, Dory! That’s amazing! Who?”

“Well there’s the problem, she’s my mate’s friend… and I really don’t want to ruin that relationship. They’ve been friends for a while, but I’ve only just made friends with them. What should I do?”

“Well.. how much do you like her?”

“A lot. Like, I can’t stop thinking about her. We’ve held hands and even cuddled once. Oh, and one time we made out but I don't want to upset my other friend or come between them.”

YFN hummed. “You can open your eyes now.” She was looking in the mirror, brushing her hair to put it up in a messy bun as she continued. “If they’ve been friends for a while then I doubt you’ll come between them, Dory. As long as you and the person you like tell your friend before you go any further, then that’s perfectly okay! And if this new friend really is your friend then they won’t mind if you’re open and honest and genuinely like this person, you know?”

YFN smiled in the mirror at her successful messy bun and turned around to face Jordan. Jordan stared at her with a smile… waiting patiently. YFN was confused.. until she wasn’t. “Oh…” she thought and Jordan gave her a knowing look. “Oh! Lucy..?”

“…spoke to me this morning, yeah.”

YFN was caught unaware but she felt relieved because Jordan seemed happy. “And you’re okay with this?”

“One thousand percent, are you kidding? You two are so perfect, I have no idea why I didn’t see it before to be fair. I think I was just caught up in my own feelings. And you made out at the restaurant?”

“Oh!” YFN laughed sheepishly. “That was a bit of a loss of self-control there.”

“Sounds like more than that. Lucy made it seem like you two are really intense together.”

“Yeah… it is to be honest. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. And I really didn’t want to put you out…”

“She said that too. But in all fairness, I’m really happy. Really, really happy. She’s one of my best mates and has been for a long time. After Keira… well she’s been alone a lot and she’s not the type of person to talk about how alone she is but I know she feels it. And yes, you’re a new friend in comparison but I trust you completely and know you’d never ever do anything to hurt her, and her you. So I just only see positives here. I think you two would be very cute together, and actually good for each other. Plus it means there’s more chance you’re staying..?”

YFN almost cried at that. Her lips tightened and Jordan patted the bed beside her. YFN sat down next to her as Jordan dragged her into a hug. “Love you, mate. And I appreciate you. You deserve to be happy for once, instead of worrying about everyone else.”

YFN let herself cry a little until Jordan wrapped her legs around her like a bug and rolled them around the bed until YFN laughed and tried to escape.

“I hear you have a sexy date tonight, huh?”

“I hear the same.”

Jordan gave a devious smile. “Let’s get going, I’m going to buy you a present to celebrate.”

The two spent most of the day together as they had the previous days. They shopped and bantered and at one point when Jordan ducked off to get a ‘present’ for her in celebration, YFN took her phone out for the first time that day to see messages from Lucy.

Lucy: Morning little one. Jords gave me your number, I hope you don’t mind.

Lucy: How did your talk with Jords go this morning?

Lucy: Hello? Are you ignoring me?

YFN loved the persistence and responded.

YFN: Good afternoon, Lucia. Are you not supposed to be at training?

Lucy immediately saw the message and grinned at her screen, earning her some teasing from a few teammates.

Lucy: *SENT A PHOTO*

YFN stared at the photo, eyes wide. It was a selfie; Lucy was in just shorts and sports bra with fluffy earmuffs and a face mask. She was standing in front of a cryotherapy chamber with Georgia waving in the chamber behind her amongst the fog. The first thing she noticed was the grin behind the mask that crinkled the corners of her eyes. The second thing she noticed were Lucy’s hard nipples. The third… were her abs. Not necessarily in that order. She knows what she’s doing, YFN thought.

Lucy waited for a response. The 3 dots popped up and disappeared a few times. Had she broken her?

YFN: Your smile always brightens my day. Also.. is it cold in there or are you just happy to see me?

Lucy laughed out loud and a few of the girls turned to look at her chuckling at her phone.

Lucy: I thought you’d appreciate a little preview before tonight..

YFN: How confident of you. Can’t say I didn’t appreciate it.. would you like something to appreciate?

Lucy: Yes please.. I shouldn’t have to ask.

YFN: *SENT A PHOTO*

Lucy gawked at the photo. She was beautiful. It was also a selfie as she sat in a park, her face leaning back and facing up at the sun. Her white button up was open and pushed back, her white singlet accentuating the curves of her tits. There must have been a breeze because her nipples were also hard. Luckily Lucy had her mask on because her mouth was agape.

YFN watched the three dots pop up and disappear multiple times. Had she liked it?

Lucy: Is it cold or did my photo just turn you on that much?

YFN: The latter.

Lucy: I have no idea how we’re going to get through tonight. I can’t imagine sitting across from you eating dinner like this.

YFN: Maybe we should get the sexual tension out of the way first… it seems the smart thing to do..

Lucy: I want you.

YFN: Tell me how you want me..

Lucy: Every way. It’s more of a need to be fair. I need to feel you and hear you and taste you. I need to hear your voice in my ear as you fall apart.

Lucy sent the message with a little anxiety, worried she’d gone too far. She didn’t have to wait long for a response.

YFN: I want all of that and more.. please. My safe word is pineapples. *wink*

Lucy almost came right there and then. Georgia came up behind her. “Who’s that?”

Lucy jumped and her phone went flying but she caught it. Lucy gave her a look.

Georgia clicked on. “Ohhh it’s YFN. Don’t worry, I promised you I wouldn’t tell anyone until you were ready. You can trust me!” She gave her a quick side hug and walked away, Lucy feeling sceptical that she’d keep her promise.

Lucy: It’s my turn in the cryo but I’ll reply to your messages when I’m out. You have no idea how much I want you. Tell me what you want… tell me what you like..

Lucy grudgingly put the phone down and entered cryo. YFN saw her message and bit her lip. She was already wet from their little conversation. She was worried she’d go too far, but she trusted Lucy and knew she felt the same.

YFN: I want everything. I want your mouth on me, your tongue in me. I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to be hanging onto you and begging you for more. I’m not joking about the safe word.

Jordan came back then with a medium sized plain box. When YFN asked what was in it, she said it was a surprise for later and put it in the car. The two spent the rest of the day wandering around, stopping for snacks and to see things that caught their eye. It was nice how comfortable they felt together to just wander around and explore.

Meanwhile Lucy went wild when she saw the message. God, was she going to put on a performance tonight.

Lucy: I’ll have you begging, don’t worry little one.

YFN: Tell me what you want.. what do you expect? And be honest, you won’t scare me away.

This reassured Lucy, she had always been so worried about going too far in her previous relationships. Something about this was different though, she felt more seen and more safe to just be her honest self.

Lucy: I can be jealous, and controlling, and a bit dominant. I’ll want you to know you’re mine.

YFN: I love all of that, Luce. I trust you.

Lucy: We’ll go slow..

YFN: No, we won’t. You’re worried you’ll scare me. You won’t, I promise. I understand you, Luce. I want you jealous and dominant and controlling. I want you to hold me down and edge me and fuck me until you’re happy. I want us to be able to take our emotions out on each other. It’s okay, I promise.

Lucy sucked in a deep breath. She had assumed YFN would thrive over message, being a creative writer. She was right. She could tell YFN felt comfortable being so vulnerable over text, and Lucy had never felt so understood.

“Lucy! Come on!” She wasn’t sure who was shouting, and she didn’t really care. She held up a finger to wait as she replied.

Lucy: I have to go, but you have no idea how much that effects me. Tonight you’re mine.

Jordan dropped YFN off around 5pm as she had dinner planned with her family. She gave YFN a hug and a ‘good luck’ for her date. YFN showered and then unpacked the shopping she’d gotten that day. She found the little plain box Jordan had slipped into the bottom of one of her shopping bags and puzzled over it, deciding to open it. As she saw the strap, she fumbled and dropped it onto the bed in shock. She wasn’t expecting that.

YFN: You did not.

Dory: *wink* Don’t mention it.

YFN: …

Dory: No, seriously. Don’t mention it.

Had Lucy put her up to that?

A knock sounded and her door and she was confused. Was it housekeeping day? She quickly hid the strap and the knock came at the door again, persistently. “Coming!”

She opened the door, still chuckling to herself from Jordan’s little joke. Lucy stood there in shorts and a hoody. “Luce!” She startled, unable to stop a grin. Seeing the expression on her face, her grin faded. Lucy walked into the room and YFN backed up. The look on her face was lust and need. She carefully closed the door behind her and locked it without breaking eye contact. They both knew what was happening. They didn’t need words.

[cringefailvox]

where would alastor fit into the staticbelle au, :0 ?

staticbelle au

OKAY IT REALLY DEPENDS BC!! we still don't know exactly why alastor is at the hotel! it could be because he's there on orders from someone else, or he's there to entertain himself, or to manipulate charlie for reasons unknown, or something else entirely—and the reason will really impact whether or not he'd choose to try and get involved with charlie if she was already supported by vox. a lot of his sway over the hotel comes from the fact that it was crumbling into disrepair when he arrived and he fairy godmother'd it into a somewhat functional project, therefore winning him a ton of emotional brownie points with charlie, but he wouldn't have that opportunity at all here because i really don't think there's anything he could offer charlie that vox isn't already providing (or wouldn't be willing to START providing if it meant spiting alastor).

however. presuming instead that alastor is not at the hotel to protect or look after charlie, or help her project succeed (since these would already be satisfied by vox), it'd be fascinating if instead alastor comes back after seven years and immediately antagonizes vox into losing his shit and making charlie go "ooookay! i'm gonna have to put my therapy techniques in action because vox is clearly not over his situationship." and that's how her and alastor meet. i think she knows about the alastor thing but hadn't really seen what the problem was before he came back; everyone in hell has enemies after all, and a little healthy rivalry never hurt anyone, but seeing it in action is totally different. after the third time vox plunges the city into darkness because alastor called him an insecure freak on air she's like umm. we might need to talk about this.

she's super worried about vox because she's never seen him this upset about anything before. vox is relapsing hard into his paranoid-obsessive shit that he'd worked on really hard in the seven years alastor has been away, and now it's all rushing back and threatening to ruin everything he's built—but also, his sorta girlfriend princess independent contractor person (???) is now insisting he try to "make amends" and "practice healthy emotional regulation" and "please stop brooding over your pit of sharks with a bottle of tequila i'm really nervous about you falling in and electrocuting yourself even though i know you're waterproof, come watch a movie with me instead?" and he can't decide whether he resents it or appreciates it (both. it's both).

maybe having charlie around to redirect him and encourage healthier outlets for his anger, unlike how val and vel normally handle his radio demon bullshit, DOES actually get him to calm down a little bit. maybe even enough to reluctantly agree to supervised counseling sessions with alastor, because fucking dammit charlie has gone behind his back to talk to al about repairing their broken friendship and he was so excited, vox, you should've seen him, he practically insisted on having me arrange a meeting, i think he really regrets how things ended between you two and wants to do better, please just give it a chance?? cue the worst couple's counseling session in the universe with vox stiff as a board and shaking with repressed rage in his seat while alastor sips tea demurely across from him and asks oh-so-politely how him and charlie met, and isn't this such a charming little affair, and ooh, redemption? how interesting! charlie is eating this the fuck up, overjoyed at the thought of meeting TWO overlords interested in her plan while vox can't do anything about it but seethe and fantasize about shooting alastor in the face when charlie's back is turned.

this actually sort of turns into vox feeling protective over charlie completely without meaning to, because he knows alastor isn't being genuine, he knows he has ill intentions, and vox has invested too much time and energy and honest commitment into both charlie and her dreams to let fucking alastor destroy it all by taking advantage of her desperate need for validation. only vox gets to capitalize on her daddy issues, dammit. but there's real affection there too, reluctant and uncomfortable as he is with its existence, and it's making it extremely difficult for him to handle alastor's Everything without betraying the fact that he's become emotionally compromised and isn't just looking out for his business interests.

charlie, meanwhile, thinks she's going to get to kill two birds with one stone here: she can help vox get over / assuage a broken relationship that's clearly causing him a lot of distress, and she can rope another influential overlord into endorsing her project, which prods the door open that much further for her to enact real change in hell. but alastor isn't the same kind of monster as vox, and she might be a little in over her head this time—because she just can't stop herself from having faith in people's better natures, even when every indication is pointing the other way. it's a kind of earnest and willful naivete that's like blood in the water to people like alastor and vox. at least she knows—she hopes—vox would hesitate now. she can't really say the same for al. either way, she's going to keep trying, and it's really a race between charlie's ability to infect people with soft mushy friendship emotions by double-bluffing their manipulative plots and alastor's ability to pry people open like clamshells and inflict horrifyingly intimate betrayals on them.

(hint: charlie always wins the long-game. there's only so many times you can sarcastically banter about your feelings over scones with your archrival and your girlfriend supervising before you start actually making breakthroughs and unwillingly understanding each other. charlie has weaponized "ironically committing to the bit too hard" in her favor and it works everyyy time)

[rendy-a]

I feel like looking at the 500 followers event Idia would bring back ptsd from ghost marriage event...

So, anyway! May I request In a self aware au reader asking Idia out for a dance, because they're low key anxious that he'll be stolen again (that little mf didn't show up after the 100th pull for me T-T)?

Thanks ahead!

~~~🌟🎃

That is so harsh when you miss out on the event SSR at the 100th pull!  It’s not yet happened to me, but I’ve been taken to 100 a few times. (Lilia twice!  That scamp!)  I’m just glad EN is getting the 200 pull guarantee before Glorious Masquerade!

The most interesting thing about this goodwill dance business was meeting students from other campuses.  You hadn’t felt that way in the beginning but, as they spent more time at NRC, you’d gotten used to seeing them around.  Once their bizarre attention toward you cooled off, you found it refreshing to interact with new people, especially the girls from Fair Maiden Academy.  There were just things you could talk about to girls that you’d never dare bring up to the guys.

“Ooh, you know what might be fun?” you begin saying to your new friends from FMA, “We could go over the courtyard at Pomefiore.  They have this well there that is perfect for shouting wishes into!”  Your friend Ace would have laughed right in your face had you said something sappy like that to him but the girls of FMA were another story.  “Really?  Oh my!  That does sound fun!” one of the girls exclaimed.  “I just love making wishes,” sighed another girl in a dreamy tone.  So, you accompanied the gaggle of girls to the wishing well to deliver your wishes to.

When you arrived, one particularly silly girl asked if you intended to make a wish.  “Oh, I don’t know…” you trailed off.  The girls gathered around and insisted that you were the only one who could properly demonstrate how to use the wishing well.  “Oh please, Prefect,” crooned the silly girl, “I think it would be so educational for us to see how YOU deliver your wish.”  Oh, you’d forgotten how intensely interested people were in you, what you thought and what you did.  “Ah, I guess so,” you awkwardly replied with a hand on your head.  So, you approached the well and made whatever nonsense wish came to mind, “I wish Grim would remember to brush his teeth after eating stinky foods.” 

It was a foolish wish, but all your new friends nodded and said what a wise and useful wish it was.  “Oh,” said the silly girl, “I wish I could make such a sensible wish, but I know I’ll just end up spoiling mine on frivolous things like True Love!”  You shake your head with an exasperated smile, “There is nothing wrong with True Love.  In fact, I think that is a perfectly nice wish.”  You yourself had enjoyed a daydream or two since you’d arrived in TWST.  How could you not when it was inhabited by boys handsome enough to be characters in a game.  There were times when you felt like getting closer to one or another, but you always held it in.  After all, you were a player of a game, and they were game characters; the whole thing was just strange.  That didn’t stop you from enjoying a look now and again.

Emboldened by your support, the silly girl went up to the well and made her wish for true love.  “I wish, for the one I love, to find me today.”  You smiled kindly at the girl and gestured for her to step back only… “And!  And!  …I want him to be at least 180 cm tall with an air of nonchalance!  Ohh, oh!  And healthy and lustrous skin, you know?  He’d look at me with those lidded eyes and give a charming smile.  I’d be mesmerized by his bright and shimmering hair before being captivated by his lips, so arresting that you just have to kiss them!  From head to toe, the Perfect Prince!”  Then she backs away from the well, holds both hands to her chest and makes a screaming sound you could only label as a squeal.  It was rather shocking.

“Ooookay,” you trail off with a wide-eyed stare.  That was a little much for you but no one else seemed particularly bothered by it.  The other girls took their turn whispering their wishes into the well and hearing their dearest dreams echo back to them.  You smiled at each of them as they wished but truly you were distracted.  Something about this whole thing was itching at the back of your mind.  It felt like you were overlooking something important.  It was an unsettling feeling that caused you to beg off on your friends when the wishing was done.  You left to walk home alone and think about what you had missed.

You arrived back home at Ramshackle dorm and entered the foyer.  You shrugged off your jacket and took off your shoes.  When you pass into the living room, a voice greets you from above.  “Hi guys,” you smile up at the floating inhabitants of the dorm.  You plopped down on the sofa and spaced out.  Something about this felt familiar.  You, Ramshackle, ghosts…YOU, RAMSHACKLE AND GHOSTS!  How could you have forgotten the Ghost Bride?  She burst onto campus and declared Idia of all people was her perfect prince.  She had a long list of ridiculous requirements he supposedly met, and those requirements reminded you unsettlingly of the wish your silly friend from FMA had made. 

It was just a coincidence, right?  That couldn’t happen again, could it?  You pictured Idia at the dance being cornered by a crazed extroverted girl shouting and squealing about her perfect prince.  It was an unsettling idea.  Idia would freak out and his hair would go crazy; everyone would stare, and it would only get worse.  What sort of impression of NRC would that leave?  Plus, you’d hate to admit it, but you were sort of fond of the shy dorm leader of Ignihyde.  Fine, you would just have to play the knight and rescue this unusual ‘damsel in distress.’ 

Your plan was simple, you’d find Idia and keep him away from the girls of FMA.  It shouldn’t be hard with the way Idia would avoid crowds.  Maybe he wouldn’t even be here tonight, you think as you scan over the ballroom venue.  The gardens were lovely and the magically created dance floor the Third-Years made was glowing in the moonlight.  But that wasn’t the only thing glowing.  There was a blue glow coming from a distant alcove and it appeared you weren’t the only one who’d noticed.  “Wow, your hair is so bright,” the silly girl from FMA said moving deeper into an alcove hidden from your view.  “I insist on a dance!” you shout as you run over, pushing past the FMA girl.  When you round the corner though, you are stopped in your tracks as you see Ortho floating in the alcove.  “Oh,” you stammer lamely, “I thought you were Idia.” 

Ortho looks at you happily and exclaims, “You were looking for my brother, Prefect?  He’ll be so happy!  He is quite the fan!”  The confused FMA academy girl just looks on with a little smile, “What now?”  You laugh and wave your hand in front of your face, “Ah, it was just a misunderstanding.”  The girl smiles and gestures to Ortho, “I found my prince!  He’s a little young but I’ve waited this long!”  Then with a smile she turns back to Ortho and swings him around in a simple dance step.  You embarrassingly hurry away but by the time you reach the end of the alcove, a voice reaches you, “He is in his room, Prefect.  He couldn’t make himself come.  I think he’d like it if you’d visit him though.  He was looking forward to seeing you in your formal wear.  He said he had to get a glimpse of a rare event costume if it was the last thing he did.”

You left the alcove and smiled politely at those watching you exit with interest.  Everyone seemed to want a piece of your attention tonight.  The disappointed looks when you turned down a dance or offer of a drink tugged on your conscience, but you really didn’t feel like risking some event trigger in the middle of this huge dance.  The last thing you need is to start some random isekai event like ‘I met the crown prince at the party’ or whatever.  Avoiding everyone was causing you such stress though, that you suddenly realized that you’d rather just leave early.  So, you quietly back around a corner and slide through a door into a classroom hallway.  Once out of view, you took off running toward main street and away from the trials of Crowley’s party.  At the end of Main Street, you passed the mirror chamber.  Here you hesitate, inside was a path that would take you to Ignihyde, if you choose.  You had no obligation to go, and you were tired, yet you still found your gaze locked on the doorway.  You laugh to yourself, ‘Well, here it is, the time to make a route decision, after all.’

You knocked on the door but there was no answer.  Of course, there wasn’t an answer. This was Idia, he wasn’t about to answer the door.  You tried the knob and surprisingly the door opened.  Inside, Idia was playing a dancing rhythm game with a set of headphones on.  He was so focused on the game that you were able to take several steps inside the room before he noticed you.  When he did, he quickly flung off the headphones and seemed to cower in on himself, “Ahhhk!”  You look at him curiously, waiting for him to ask why you were there or order you to leave his room, but he doesn’t say anything.  Finally, you tilt your head towards the screen, “I love this game.  May I have the next dance?”  He still did not speak but the expression he makes causes you to think, ‘That silly FMA girl was right, he does have a charming smile.’

Idia felt like he’d passed the night in a dream.  He hadn’t needed to attend that awful extrovert torture they called a dance and he’d gotten to see the rare Player Formalwear in person.  Not only that but he’d had a dance (several even!) with the Player.  He felt like this dream would end come morning, so he had to make the most of this magical night.  “Th.there is another game I like.  We..we could play it…IF YOU WANT!”  You looked at him encouragingly, “Sure, what sort of game is it?”  He feels a wave of euphoria wash over him that you hadn’t immediately rejected him, “Oh, it’s a great game made for two.  You can be my Player 2, if that’s ok.”  The sweet smile you gave him when you accepted was all he needed.  He’ll save the video feed of tonight and replay this voice clip on repeat tomorrow.  “Sure Idia, I’ll be your Player 2.”

[redleavesinthewind]

elliot's 2023 fic wrap up

2022 version

alright friends it is once again time for me to review the (many) fics i read in the previous year and try to write a more or less concise rec list of my absolute faves (i wish i didn't have to chose but heh i'm not gonna subject anyone to 332 fics in 1 post - also wait only 332 fics? that's like. over 100 less than last year, what the fuck. anyway)

okay now first the part that interests no one but me (yes you may skip this) and that's the numbers part! i'm not making a whole elaborate spreadsheet to then not throw around cool numbers. anyway.

i've read around 4,932k words in 332 fics across 18 fandoms. that is much less than last year, and yeah, i've been generally less productive in 2023 but we don't have to talk about it. at least i have more variety of fandoms this time (let's ignore that it's only 2 more and also that from fandom 13 on there's only 1 fic per fandom)

i started out the year strong with 847k words across 72 fic in february (followed by 753k across 42 fics in january, and 621k words across 63 fics in march). it goes downhill for the rest of the year. eh it wasn't my year so what! 2024 is gonna be more filled with fic reading again!!!

my top 3 fandoms are so entirely unsurprising to me i am almost disappointed in myself. when did i become so predictable. top fandom is young royals with 166 fics! congratulations young royals, you are a very persistent hyperfixation, you didn't peter out after 2 months like i expected. Spot number 2 is taken by avatar the last airbender with 41 fics! giant leap there, but it's also funny because i fell into an atla rabbit hole late 2023 (as i do every few years) and it still got up to 41 fics despite uni not allowing me to read last semester (uni is evil). Same as last year, spn takes third place with 38 fics. speaking of persistent hyperfixations.......... *big sigh*

and that is it the boring part is over let's go to the fun section LET'S REC SOME FIIIIIICCCCSSSSSSS (under the cut)

JANUARY

bet you you'll ... (noraverse) (series) by @gh0sthugs | young royals, wilmon | teen&up | 52k words

a kid fic!! and such a sweet one too! i'm kinda weak for kid fics ngl, and nora is so sweet and wonderful, and the relationship that slowly forms between wille and simon is beautiful and comfortable. this whole series is just such a good time

spreadsheet notes: ah to fall in love with the dilf next door who also happens to be the ex crown prince of the country

A Royal Intervention by AnxiousAnaconda | young royals, wilmon | teen&up | 18k words

erik is being such a dumbass in this one. like, he means well, but he's kinda messing up and pissing people off (understandably). it's nice to get a view on erik that's not portraying him as this perfect guy though, and the fic is actually so much fun to read. and hey, the prime minister of luxembourg gets mentioned, which i was kinda waiting for in yr fic ngl

spreadsheet notes: big sigh... erik you fucking idiot. stop listening to august. also shoutout to xavier bettel apparently (edit: this aged poorly, fuck xavier bettel)

and each slow dusk by @if-fortunate | young royals, wilmon | mature | 49k words

okay. ooookay how do i even begin with this one. ohhh boy. okay. so. world war three. wille gets stuck in bjärstad with simon, many many things happen, it's about finding hope in a horrible situation and trying to live life despite everything falling apart around you. it's incredibly well written and something about it just has me in awe

spreadsheet notes: i don't know what it says about me that this is without a shadow of a doubt the best fic i have ever read in my life

Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant | young royals, wilmon | mature | 50k words

i once again don't know what to say, this one is sooo good. simon is suffering and both wille and i hate it, but... but wille is there for him and ugh, they just... they just can't be apart. a story of reconciliation and healing from both physical and invisible wounds, and of making the right decisions for yourself

spreadsheet notes: ugh. UGH. my guys. MY GUYS. yeah let's go blackmail the queen

Department Six by @thisdiscontentedwinter | teen wolf | gen | 4k words

a fun short one about stiles and danny working for the fbi and being delightfully weird and mysterious

spreadsheet notes: HILARIOUS i'm in love with outsider pov always

FEBRUARY

There Are No Wolves in California by @thisdiscontentedwinter | teen wolf, sterek | gen | 5k words

you know, sometimes you see a fic you know is going to hurt you, and you've never clicked on anything faster. this is definitely one of those fics

spreadsheet notes: let's be wolves today yeah well derek what if i just break down and cry instead

you got my body, i got your body by @prince-simon | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 9k words

this one's technically part of a bigger series (which, definitely read that one too), but i'm highlighting this one cause... damn... this made me feel things... like, gender things... which is really weird cause wille's gender in this is very much different from mine BUT STILL

spreadsheet notes: how almost 9k of pwp gave me so many gender feelings i will never understand

Changing Channels: Queer Premiere by @emeraldcas, @fellshish | spn, deancas | gen | 27k words

this might actually be one of the funniest fics i've ever read. dean and cas are so stupid (affectionately) and all the crossovers are delightful (bonus that i knew all the other shows). everyone go read this it's gonna be the best time

spreadsheet notes: mel and fells have genuinely outdone themselves this is the most hilarious shit i've ever read

Catalyst by @stretchoutfics | young royals | teen&up | 3k words

a backstory for boris! this fic is within a series of other side character ficlets, but this one has a soft spot in my heart

spreadsheet notes: AAAAHHHH HE KNEW ABOUT THE RECKLESS DRIVING BUT DIDN'T BRING IT UP but also... him being a gay man trying to help the queer crown prince navigate his sexuality that's kinda nice actually, like boris understands at least a bit

The most beautiful boy by lovelysarcastic | young royals, wilmon | teen&up | 88k words

there's something incredibly grounding about this fic. the way it develops, the way wille rationalises his thought processes, the way the relationship between wille and simon develops... this fic just kinda sucked me in and spit me out again feeling... content and calm and... it's just... this fic is so beautiful

spreadsheet notes: dude i love this so much??? they're both so stupid??? i love them???

MARCH

All's Fair in Love and Hunting by @badjoices | spn, deancas | mature | 20k words

they're playing gay chicken but also are being incredibly competitive and stupid about it, and i'm just sorry about the shit sam has to witness. so many shenanigans in this fic

spreadsheet notes: they are both so stupid omg

["mi cotufita" started sharing their screen] by @omar-rudeberg | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 60k

so... this is a follow up to one of my favourite fics and it is a delight. very horny but also very sweet? and also for some reason there's porn. fun times! oh, and this fic made me cry. it really has the range

spreadsheet notes: how are they so horny it's so funnyyyyyy, but also if i were wille i could never look linda in the eyes again

A Light To Guide You In The Dark (Warmed By The Fire's Glow) by 80shairmetal | stranger things, harringrove | teen&up | 19k words

this is just... people taking care of each other out of the kindness of their hearts. finding comfort in strangers who become family. growing and helping each other. there's such a beauty to this one

spreadsheet notes: this is just..... comfort

did you see the love in my eyes, oh were you gazing through this disguise? by @tooindecisivetopickaurl | young royals, wilmon | mature | 67k words

fake dating my beloved. they're so in love with each other but they're pretending not to be while pretending... to be? i'm obsessed with them. but they're so respectful with each other and cautious of boundaries and they really are best friends who also happen to be obliviously in love

spreadsheet notes: love a good fake dating au they're so stupid i love them

flash like a setting sun by @playedwright | 911, buddie | explicit | 22k words

because you only realise you're in love with your best friend when you're scared you're losing him. that's the fic. and it's beautiful

spreadsheet notes: oh this is sooooo beautifully written and ugh just <333

Other people's secrets by @sflow-er | young royals, walty & wilmon | mature | 239k words

yooooo hello? so first off this is an outsider pov on wilmon which i am always obsessed with anyways but the focus isn't just on them, this is henry's story. it's a beautiful story about how friendships form and warp and change, how feelings manifest in different ways, how decisions and actions have consequences. it's an incredibly mature take on post-s1, and it's probably my favourite of the year. also ace representation!!!!

spreadsheet notes: ace henry my beloved <33 also love seeing wilmon from an outside perspective! such a good, well thought out fic with lots of healthy comminication <33

APRIL

if i stare too long by @brawlite & @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger | stranger things, harringroveson | explicit | 191k words

i haven't seen st s4 (and probably won't watch it) but that definitely won't stop me from reading harringroveson fic. i mean, who wouldn't look at those three and immediately want to see them together. the way their dynamic is written in this fic is peak, i don't even know what more to say. i also very much trust these authors with billy, and again i wasn't disappointed. there's just something in his head that's intriguing.

spreadsheet notes: this whole fic is such a vibe it makes me feel of hot summer chillin

MAY

Rewrite the Stars (series) by @in-amor-veritas | young royals, wilmon | mature | 137k words

definitely one of the highlights of the year, simon's whole life in new york... those scenes, they just show such a wonderful life simon has built for himself, and his relationship with wille doesn't change it, but he manages to fit in (after, you know, fun rom-com drama shenanigans). also. this is a kid fic. kid fics are my weak spot. rasmus is my new favourite little guy. also shoutout to luis best side character ever

spreadsheet notes: YELLING i love this fic sooo much it is everything

Where The Wind Will Carry Me by @1-life-to-give | young royals, wilmon | teen&up | 49k words

AND THEY WERE ACTORS PLAYING LOVE INTERESTS. do i have to say more? the tension guys the TENSION. also erik's side-plot i'm in love

spreadsheet notes: hopping up and down like a hyperactive chihuahua EN I LOVE THIS

Your love is my turning page (the t4t wilmon as girldads au) (series) by @willesworld | young royals, wilmon | teen&up | 17k words

i know i know another kid fic BUT!!!! t4t wilmon. makes it automatically superior. i'm not even kidding, add trans characters and i will like your fic (that i probably already like a lot) aroun 300000000 times more. but also this series comes for your feelings. it hits

spreadsheet notes: i am weak for t4t wilmon AND them having a biological child there's something so beautiful about it like that could be meeee ; siiimon i need to hug him and i need to hug wille they're gonna get out of this i prommy ; recovery and one step forwards a hundred steps back, but they made it there in the end ; they were so happy :((((

JUNE

A trace of dew by nuncflore | elden ring, this is too complicated | gen | 13k words

very elden ring-esque writing style, wonderful representation of whatever the hell is going on in the lore. hehehehehhe fucked up family ehhehehehe DIVORCE. my friends are so talented :))

spreadsheet notes: CAP I AM EATING YOU

Hanging from the Ceiling by @spicymiilk | spiderverse | teen&up | 6k words

for like. a week after i saw the new spiderverse movie i made miles 42 my entire life. that also meant reading this fic. and damn did this fic hit. i am still thinking about it

spreadsheet notes: i need more miles 42 content he is my favourite guy ever

The Darkest Little Paradise by @yourdemiurge | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 79k words

*holding you at gunpoint* read this fic. read it now, in this moment. you are not gonna regret it. believe me when i say you NEED this fic, you really do. doesn't even matter if you've seen yr or not. you're gonna thank me later

spreadsheet notes: THIS IS INSANE I CAN'T BREATHE MADY WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

JULY

Protected (series) by bastuba | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 69k words

hey do you ever read a fic and you just feel. so incredibly grounded because something about the characters feels grounded? like, they aren't grounded, but they still give off that vibe? idk how to explain this properly but that's this fic. also wille and simon cook together (i haven't read all parts of the series yet btw)

spreadsheet notes: incredibly grounded very mature how is wille like this ; i'd be like wille, always complaining about the heat ; they're soooooo. idiots. getting tattoos for each other ; i too would come out on a podcast about food ; SAFE SEX

AUGUST

The Season of Rebirth by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant | young royals, wilmon | mature | 30k words

part of a series, but i'm picking out this one specifically because it's soooo sweet!!! the title fits the fic so well, like yes it is the season of rebirth, but simon and wille's relationship is also rehashed in a very cool way, this fic is like one giant easter egg, i love it so much!

spreadsheet notes: wille taking the season of rebirth to recreate their early relationship, i am obsessed with him he's such a dumbass romantic

The Upgrade by @groenendaelfic | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 13k words

it's about the moment simon realises who wille is. that's why this fic is here. i mean of course also because it is very good, but mainly because of that moment

spreadsheet notes: the moment simon realised who wille is i am wheezing

Right Where You Left Me by @armandgender | spn, deancas | explicit | 94k words

if you're wondering why this fic is on my 2023 list instead of the 2022 list.... well that's because it took me almost a year to read the last chapter, and in terms of how my spreadsheet works, that makes it a fic i read in 2023. anyway. if you haven't read this fic yet, what are you even still doing here. click on that link right now. you want complex emotional situations? intricacies of ill-advised marriages? you wanna pick through abusive behaviour and encourage infidelity? well you're at the right place! also this has one of my favourite jack characterisations ever. it also made me go on multiple rants

spreadsheet notes: I FINALLY FINISHED IT AAAAHHHH I LOVE THIS FIC THE CABIN THE CATS JACK!!!!!

Alejito y Marimar (series) by th0ughts | red, white, and royal blue | teen&up | 18k words

OBSESSED WITH THIS DYNAMIC YOOOOOO. seriously the friendship between alex and martha is an expansion of the rwrb universe that is much needed, trust me

spreadsheet notes: the friendship i didn't know i needed in my life <333 ; they're just chillin!!!

SEPTEMBER

Change of Address (series) by hearmerory | avatar: the last airbender, zukka | mature | 134k words

okay. oooookay. strap in for this one, it is a lot. emotionally. like yes zuko is autistic, yes yes yeeees, i agree, also azula is treated like an actual person with actual mental issues, she deserves to be treated with care and this author definitely does that! this is the kind of series that makes me want to disappear in it, but it's also the kind of story i need breaks from, because it is so heavy (definitely check the tags for this one). zuko's relationship with sokka is written so thoughtfully and iroh is characterised incredibly and the author even included ursa in a way that didn't undermine everything that happened in the series before she appeared again. i can only recommend this one!

spreadsheet notes (there's lots of parts to the series, so this one is long): hhhh if i were ms jamieson i would have snapped after two days probably ; be nice katara!!!!! he's nervous ; i need to murder ozai ; and i need to murder zhao as well ; iroooohhhhh he should have just. taken the kids with him that first time he noticed something off ; yeah i think there was a reason why iroh never took zuko to the movies ; ozai needs to suffer ; i need to destroy ozai. violently and painfully ; iroh is the best uncle ever, zuko deserves all his kindness ; azula...... you don't have to fight for affection, it's not a competition..... they love you ; iroh should have taken her with him the first time around, she was like. 10, he could have just picked her up or sth ; ..... hakoda you idiot ; IROH BACKSTORY IROH BACKSTORY ; sokka and the plan that changed his life <3333 ; they are so soft with each other ; they all deserve all the therapy and support and yes sokka obviously you have adhd get with the program ; URSA??????? also i am living for sokka and azula's dynamic they are everything ; i don't. i don't understand her. i don't fucking understand her how could she not want her own children. how can she talk about them like that. like she knows them she doesn't know them she LEFT

Every night my teeth are falling out by @sulkybender | avatar: the last airbender, zukka | mature | 9k words

i was in need of some good zuko angst and oooohhh boy was i lucky to find this author. PEAK zuko angst. this fic in particular is very dear to me because it explores how mental illnesses would be handled in a world where there's practically no resources to help. i think we need that more

spreadsheet notes: yes well. how DO you deal with a schizophrenic fire lord in a fantasy world? (you stay with him and support him that is how)

OCTOBER

for years or for hours by @ghostinthelibrarywrites | the witcher, geralt/eskel/jaskier | explicit | 52k words

listennn i love myself some good polyamory fics, and this is the first fic i read for this ship and now i am OBSESSED with them. but this fic in particular.... the concept alone, like. what do you do when you thought the man you love was dead for 800 years, and then when he comes back you have another man you love. the answer is simple. polyamory. the two men you love also love each other. perfect coincidence.

spreadsheet notes: YO the concepts of witchers in modern times alone is sooo cool but adding in everything else? hello yes?

this is a love story by @achillestiel | supernatural, deancas | mature | 3k words

listen, i've never seen fleabag, but that's not the point. this is intriguing and funny, that's the point

spreadsheet notes: fucked up families and you want to fuck the priest hell yeah

The road not taken looks real good now by @stretchoutfics | young royals, wilmon | explicit | 90k words

it's not even the wilmon part i love about this fic (i very much enjoy it of course don't get me wrong) but wille and his kids. like, i don't want to spoil anything but like. wille's interactions with his kids are so important in this fic, and they're written so well. like, emilia is my favourite character in this, i kinda wish there was more with the kids honestly. this fic is definitely a highlight of the year, and to get back to wilmon, i do love how they're portrayed in this fic, how their dynamic plays out, and specifically how certain decisions do not depend on simon

spreadsheet notes: no but. the care put into this story. i can't--

NOVEMBER

Averno (series) by @sulkybender | avatar: the last airbender, zukka | mature | 12k words

a fascinating take on a fire lord zuko that was never part of the gaang

spreadsheet notes: HE JUST DESERVES KINDNESS but also he's a little fucked up WELL NO WONDER GIVE HIM KINDNESS ; i mean.... what makes a monster really ; well then let's get him out of his cell shall we (also hiiiii suki hello <3333)

Half Awake in Our Fake Empire by @hmslusitania | 9-1-1, buddie | teen&up | 34k words

another kid fic!!! but in a different fandom this time!!! seriously, giving buck a child fills so many of my life's needs it's ridiculous

spreadsheet notes: THEY'RE A FAMILY (thank you for giving that man a child)

a soldier (who carries a mighty sword) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites | the witcher, geralt/eskel/jaskier | explicit | 92k words

everything about this fic is wonderful!! the world(kaer morhen!!)building, the developing dynamic between geralt, jask, and eskel, ciri and yenn, the conflict, jask as a teacher!!!! aaahhhhh!

spreadsheet notes: they're my new favourite guyssss this whole fic is so cool, what they've done with kaer morhen <3333

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic & VSfic | avatar: the last airbender, zukka | teen&up | 143k words

this fic asks what if sokka had been stuck with zuko since the end of s1 and delivers a delightful answer. this is the adventures of zuko and sokka (and sometimes iroh) travelling through the earth kingdom. shenanigans ensue

spreadsheet notes: i am obsessed with this i'm just. i know it was only shortly but their life in ba sing se. obsessed

DECEMBER

Grudge Match by @catcas22 | elden ring | gen | 17k words

i'm not entirely sure how to explain this. it sure is an elden ring fic

spreadsheet notes: i don't even know what to say. this is ridiculous and brilliant and stupid and genius all at the same time. hell yeah suburban demigods

Lonely Digging by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger | stranger things, harringrove | teen&up | 3k words

this is hilarious. go read it to unlock intense life-threatening flirting

spreadsheet notes: best way to flirt billy's doing everything right

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(quick note: i’ve tried to find everyone’s tumblr handle, but i’m aware that not all the authors have tumblr/have it on their ao3, however if i somehow missed someone, i can go back and rectify that!)

if you’ve made it all the way down here i am giving you a kiss <3

[alimaybankkk]

wrong

summary: takes place in s1 when topper is drowning jb and jj pulls out the gun and u have a convo with him after ab it

warnings: angst, fluff, guns, soft jj, sad jj

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

blurb 💓

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when everyone ran away at the boneyard, you and jj went in the direction of your car, instructing everyone else to go to the twinkie.

you wanted to cry as you looked at jj, murder in his eyes. who are you? you thought.

he panted as he sat into the car, throwing his red plastic cup on the sidewalk.

“jj, what. the. fuck.” you said.

he looked at you. “damn, i scared everyone out of there! ain’t that cool, baby?”

you shook your head and reached over to walk his car door shut. “talk when we get home.”

“mk,” he said innocently, tapping his fingers.

“and put that damn gun away, jj,” you snarled.

he smiles at you and zips his bookbag up, leaning the seat back and closing his eyes.

*

“get inside, jj.” you ordered.

“yes, ma’am.”

when he was inside, he turned to you and saluted sarcastically.

“jj, now is not the time. sit down.”

he sighed and sat on the couch. “john b here yet?”

“i don’t give a shit if john b is here or not,” you told him.

“ooookay.”

“jj, what the fuck were you thinking?” you started yelling. “i’m so ashamed of you right now.”

“you’re ashamed of me?”

“jj, why the fuck would you pull a gun out at a party? it’s not registered, either. i don’t know what you’re thinking, but you need to get it through your child-thinking brain that it is not the right thing to do!”

jj’s eyes filled up with tears but you ignored it, continuing. “if you want to go to jail, fine. then goodbye.”

“baby, please—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me,” you snapped. “you are going to get ARRESTED. if that’s what you want, then you can have it. i don’t care anymore. and to think in the first place, too, jj, that all of your friends didn’t want you to take that gun. john b told me everything and how you insisted.”

“i was protecting my best friend!” jj stood when he had started crying.

“i don’t care if you were protecting the president!”

“what if i were protecting you? would your selfish ass be fine with that?” jj tilted his head mockingly.

“no, jj, not even for me would i be fine with you pulling a gun out of your ass,” you said. “i’m not going to be dating someone who belongs in jail.”

“you think i belong in jail?”

“unfortunately, yes, jj, i do,” you cried. tears filled your eyes when you nodded. “jj, what is wrong with you?”

“i—baby…”

“stop it, jj. i’m FURIOUS with you right now. what you did was wrong. i hate you so much right now. i’m going to bed and you can sleep on the couch.”

when jj opened his mouth to speak, that’s when you saw it.

his eyes.

that he looked at you with—

those were the eyes that he gave his father.

he was shaking and ready to make his way to the couch.

you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. you grabbed his hand. “wait, j, please don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you look at your dad.” you said and he flinched.

“then don’t talk to me like he talks to me.”

you sobbed, putting your arms around his neck. “c’mere.”

“why did you say those—”

“shh, baby, i’m sorry,” you whispered into his ears. “i love you so much. you know that?”

“i—”

“i can’t stand to see you do things that don’t fit who you are. if you were put in jail, i wouldn’t be able to see you. you have no clue how that would make me feel, baby.”

he sobbed into your hair and you pulled back, grabbing his hand. “wanna go to sleep?”

jj nodded with hooded eyes, admiring you as tears fell down his cheeks.

when you got to the bed, you laid down and made sure jj was the little spoon. you leaned down and kissed his head and when you came back up, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“love you so much, pretty girl,” he hummed.

“love you more, pretty boy.”

[banana-pancake5]

YES YES YES YES YES THAT LAST LINE TOOK ME OUT I FELL ONTO THE GROUND AGFHFHDHFHHFHFJF LEMME GO SONG BY SONG

-Not Sorry for Loving You

😭 this one made me so sad. I basically knew all the lyrics already from the released snippets so I was BELTING my heart out. Her voice is so so pretty and when I just listened to it at first, I took the ending with Odysseus as a sort of “hey we’re friends but not like that so sorry but I’m gonna go now. It’s been good and I’ll miss you” and then she finally accepts it but when I watched the animatic it was so much more tragic imo. Ody seemed like he might’ve been just saying what she wanted to hear in one way, but if it was genuine he moved on quickly and she was just left on her island. Alone again forever. She knows now that what she did was wrong but she really just thought he was a gift from the gods. A companion to join her once lonely life. And the ending shot of the animatic with her alone on the island breaks my heart bc unfortunately he’s not for her. She will just remain alone forever. Makes me SOB

-Dangerous

The beginning sounding like full speed ahead is fantastic I loved it. Ody singing sounded so sad tho bc I’m not used to him without his ensemble backing him up. But he’s just on his own :(((( especially the silence after the “cause I had one goal in mind” and then when Hermes popped in with the “all you gotta do is not open this bag” confirms my beliefs that he’s been watching Ody this whole time (that’s why he sounded so knowing when saying it: he knew he was doing a call back and I love him for it) and I feel like he didn’t sound as peppy as he did in would you like. I like this bc it seems like he’s adjusting to Ody and instead of being blindly optimistic he’s trying to just motivate him (and also just vibe with his buddy) and the WIND BAG. Idk if I got the correct thing from this, but I sort of assumed that Poseidon set a storm in front of Ithaca to stop Ody from getting home; then Hermes and the winions managed to trap it and give it to Ody for “safe keeping.” Anywho I also love it being “it’s a little bit dangerous, my friend” and then “don’t you know that danger is my friend” that’s just great. AND THEN ATHENA REFERENCED FIGHTING FOR HIM FHDHDHDKDJKDDJNDKD she better be fine or ELSE

-Charybdis

This one’s just really vibey and I love the chorus. It’s also really nice hearing Mr. Mind Warrior doing his little plan. OH AND THE SOUND IT MAKES AS ITS STARTING LIKE THE HORROR-ADJACENT SCREECHEY THING IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER. Oh and idk how familiar you are with this, but certain instruments and riffs are repeated in the musical for certain characters. Odysseus has the guitar and the different types of guitars mean different things I really like the sound of his electric guitar in this one dgdgshhdgdjd and the holding on for his family is so sweet :(((( but bro said “I’ll be there today” XD um idk man maybe don’t jinx yourself like that

-GET IN THE WATER FHDHDHDHHDHD

I LOVE how powerful popo’s (that’s his new nickname his name is too long) music is it’s just dhdhdgdhhdhdhd very good and strong I love it it really imposes that power and dread and stuff. And I’m kinda dumb ig bc I didn’t realize this before but I love how he threatens to gauge ody’s son’s eyes (like how Ody did to popo’s son) like ooookay yeah settle done please don’t get crazy. Then I LOVE how Odysseus tries to talk his way out of it which is so in character dhdhdjdjdjjsk and then popo seems so determined like he doesn’t particularly care enough to want to do this, he just thinks he HAS to. So he will. And his “no” is just dhdhsgdhdjdjdk very chilling I love it. And the freaking GHOSTS OF HIS PAST BRO FHDHDHDKDJDJ polites, eurylochus, and his mom killl me everytime fhdhdhsjdhjdd and the whole crew??? They’re making me emotional. And I love that with using these call backs, when I’m listening I don’t know exactly what’s going on but they give me a pretty good idea like bro is VERY near death rhdjdjdhdjsksk then I am reminded of the no longer you prophecy. “I see you on the brink of death. I see you draw your final breath. I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it’s no longer you.” The end of this song IS THAT MOMENT. He’s about to die, he’s taken his final breath, and after this moment I think Odysseus is dead. The monster is who takes his place. And the next song REALLY cements that

-SIX HUNDRED STRIKE (<- probably my favorite of the saga teehee)

THEHDHDJDHDJDKLAJFHEHDJDKEKDHDJD again it’s very electric guitar and the genius of bringing the riff from keep your friends close is killing me. It’s so gorgeous and just perfect for me shdhdhdkdhdkshd bro keeps using wind bag on Poseidon and honestly yeah do your thing. And the “I WILL GET BACK TO MY SON AND I WILL GET BACK TO MY WIIIIIIIIIFE” is fantastic fhdhhdjskdjdjg yes bro get him and after the strike, popo was so smug with the “can’t you see? You sealed your fate” and Ody was NOT taking it and shot back the “you’ll call of the storm” AND RIGHT BEFORE HE SAYS THAT, YOU HEAR THE RIFF THAT COMES IN DIFFERENT BEAST, THE ONE RIGHT BEFORE HE SAYS “MY REAL WIFE KNOWS IM NOT SCARED OF THE WATER” AND JUST SHDHSHSJKSKSN and then bro just TORTURES HIM LIKE FHFHDJDHDKFHTKD THIS IS PRETTY GOOD PROOF THAT THIS ISNT ODY THIS IS THE MONSTER HOLY FREAK. Then I absolutely adore his monologue as he’s stabbing him. It’s so beautiful and tragic and broken and rageful and I can’t get over it. Idk if it’s a little trick to make us kinda get in ody’s shoes but Poseidon’s screams sound so nice?? Like to us that’s because they’re sort of singy screams but to ody it’s because this is his long awaited vengeance?? “calling their captain in vain” takes me back to cyclops saga and makes me wanna sob and then the “look what you turned me into” is him basically acknowledging that he’s no longer himself anymore bc of all that’s happened and what he’s done. “You didn’t stop when I begged you” bro really has learned ruthlessness and this is his outlet dhdgshshdhfhfj and popo calling him monster it just shfhdhbfhfhfhfj it kills me man it kills me. And yeah when mr. “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves” is begging you to stop you know you’ve done some stuff dhfhdhsjdjkd

AND THE LAST LINE FHDHDHDHDHDHUEIRHFHFHEHDHHEHFJFITHFHFHTH INSANE. I SHOULD’VE EXPECTED IT BUT I DIDNT AND IT TOOM ME OUT THAT IS MY NEW FAVORITE EPIC QUOTE FHDHDHHDHDHDHRHTHTJJTJTJTJTJT

Oh my gosh I’d love to hear your thoughts

OKAY OKAY OKAY I WANNA SOB NOW STOP THIS HURTS IJDEFNKJCDSNKCJEANACEKJNCAEKJ

Okay so I think how I’m gonna do this is song by song, responding to your thoughts, and then sharing mine UNDER THE CUT CUZ ITS GONNA GET LONG

- Not Sorry for Loving You

Bahhhh ikkkkkk it really makes me just feel so bad for Calypso!! Her voice is literally gorgeous I love the way her songs sound so much decnihedcncijedncidjeniec I feel like he was just saying what she wanted to hear but at the same time I think it was genuine (platonic)?? It didn’t SOUND like he was just lying to her face but I can totally picture him doing so. But if he was being genuine then, yeah, BOY MOVED ON QUICK. I didn’t realllllly like Calypso in the being because she was …kind of a creep…. But now it makes so much more sense and it’s heart wrenching looking back on how she acted. That was the ONLY person she’d seen/talked to in SO MANY YEARS. She thought he was gift from the gods and she hears him talking about this Penelope girl and is like “who that?” And he just says “She’s my wife“ that must of crushed her bro!!! But of course she persisted bc that’s the only person she has!!!!! Then he leaves. Her life that had finally changed for the better is back to its usual loneliness. I want a song called “Alone in paradise” about her before he comes and or after he’s gone. It would be DEVASTATING.

- Dangerous

Okay wow I did not realize that!!! Ohhhhh that’s why it sounded so different!! Well 1 he’s sorta depresso, but yeah his ensemble is gone! Okay honestly I love Hermes so much but “All you gotta is not open this bag” DUDE THATS KINDA A MEAN JOKE DONT YOU THINK???? Heheheh I love that part of the song tho so I can’t be mad at him XD oh I can totally imagine hm watching Ody the whole, and the fact he knew he was making a call back (bc of course he did) is just so funny to me. Hermes adjusting to the current mood makes me love him so much more. He’s not just being all annoying and teasing Ody because he is aware of everything that Ody’s been through (which is A LOT), but that said, Hermes is still vibing and as he does he encourages and helps Ody too. WHOLESOME FUN FRIENDSHIPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! OHHHHH OKAY OKAY THAT CLEARS THAT UP. I was genuinely so confused like they already used all the wind??????? But that makes a lot more sense!!

I HAVE THOUGHTS ON ATHENA. ONE, THAT REFERENCE CDEIHNCEDIJNCEDIJENJICFENCE I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Two, I thought she died but now I no longer do!!! Partly because I watched a ton more God Games animatics and a good couple of them she survives (I think? Maybe I’m remembering wrong lol), and…. Well okay turns out I don’t have another point. Maybe I just gaslit myself into thinking she was alive with no evidence XD

- Charybdis

Listening to it again rn to remember it lol

Honestly yeah I agree and I also don’t have many opinions on this song ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I mean it’s GREAT, just as every song in the musical, but it didn’t stick out too much to me :/

OH BUT THE END. HE SEES HIS HOME AND THEN STUPID POPO (love the nickname) POPS UP TO KILL HIM.

The instruments!!!! I may be watching a lot of the videos the main guy has made bc it’s so interesting, but! I did see stuff about this! I think he said that Electric music is correlated with magic, so the more magic in the scene the more electric components. That being said I am apparently garbage at noticing these motifs and instruments in the music bc I didn’t even notice the electric guitar ;-;. BUT I HAVE HEARD SOME INTERESTING THOUGHTS I WANNA TALK ABOUT!!!

Have you seen the one short talking about the Sirens Powers? If not then you NEED to. Idk how to find it tho…. But anyway, basically it’s talking about how the siren’s song, depending on how clearly the recipient can hear, gives her access to memories so she can lure her prey into the water. THATS WHY THE SIREN SAID DAUGHTER INSTEAD OF SON!!!! Since he had the beeswax in his ears she couldn’t fully access his memories and so she got stuff wrong! That’s alllsooooo why the song has stinking Polites’ instrument (a mallet or something like that) instead of Penelope’s!! THE DETAILS IN THE MUSIC ARE SO COOL AND THE AMOUNT KF THOUGHT PUT INTO IT IS SO AWESOME EIJCNSDJINCDISJNCKSJDNJCKSD

- GET IN THE WATER YES ISCDUNWDCJINWCDJKNCDWKJNCSD

Ikkkk all his songs set the mood so perfectly! OKAY THE LITERAL GASP I MADE WHEN I READ THAT. YEAH I GUESS IM DUMB TOO BC THAT WENT WAYYYYYY OVER MY HEAD. NXSXJINXSDIJWNCKDJSNCIWJDNCJDIWDECN THAT COMPARISON KILLS ME. Ody is Leo 100% every single time Ody is talking his way out of something I’m reminded of it XD. It’s kind of a relief seeing Ody try to talk his way out of it. Yes he has changed, but he is still him yknow? Popo’s line delivery gives me chills. It’s so spooky and dramatic. and he’s got a point! If he lets Ody go then people will definitely see him as less of a threat. Doesn’t mean I appreciate Popo’s actions one bit though lol. I LOVE the following scene when he starts singing “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves” the peril, chaos, waves crashing all around Ody. Even without the animatic you can just sense the threat. Also it sounds epic (hehe puns). AND FOLLOWED BY THE GHOSTS BROOOO DWIHBCDSIHBCDAJHBWDCIUNCDS. WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT. YOU ARE SO CORRECT. THE PROPHECY THATS IT. THATS INSANE. AGHHHHHHHHHHH. Noooooooooo Ody is gone. The monster takes his place and that’s devastating. I’m gonna get emotional disncjkjsdncjidsn

- THIS SONG. AH. SIX HUNDRED STRIKE. (<- Probably tied for first or second fav in this saga Dangerous is just such a bop) (listening to this song on loop as a write this)

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT THATS WHAT THE RIFF WAS FROM SDCNDUCEHBDDWUHNWDCHINUHCDWNW Popo you should’ve learned by now, Don’t let Ody have the stinking wind bag!! Popo fell for the same trick twice in a row XD. ALSO JUST AHH ODY “CANT AFFORD TO DIE” I LOVE THAT LINE VERY MUCH. BC HE LITERALLY CANT. HE HAS DONE SO MUCH TO GET BACK HOME HE AINT GONNA WASTE ALL THAT EFFORT AND DIE. and yesssssssss that’s such a good line asnswihxnxwsjinxweijnxdwnjixwdjinxdw. HOW DO I KEEP MISSING THESE MUSICAL MOMENTS NCJIWDDNIJDEWNIJDNWDDIJWNCD I DIDNT NOTICE THAT RIFF EITHER!!!! AH. Okay I just wanna ramble a bit about the whole torture and pre torture bit. The second Popo said “or what? You can’t kill me,” so stinking naive Popo, I KNEW what was gonna happen. THAT CONCEPT. USEING HIS IMMORTALITY AGAINST HIM. HE CANT DIE BUT HE’LL WISH HE COULD. I JUST— AHHHHHHHH ITS SO GOOD. AND HORRIFIC BUT DECNSDCIUNCDWJINWDCJINICEF. And then Popo begging for mercy, which he was oh so against previously (ironic right). When he sees Ody approach with his Trident and starts panicking “Wait …Wait!” ODY IS SO RUTHLESS BRO. HE DEFINITELY IS THE MONSTER. AND SOMETHING ABOUT HIM COMPLETELY IGNORING POPO WHEN HE SAID “ENOUGH” AND THEN SHUTTING HIM DOWN WHEN HE YELLS STOP. And when Popo yells out, “you MONSTERRR” I died. Nuidceiuecdnjidecnjindec. It’s so cruel and messed up but that was Popo’s outlet. he just let out all of his pent up rage, all of his guilt, everything. Oh and yes, “calling their captain in vain” gives me FLASHBACKS to Survive AND the Ruthlessness (it’s faint but the crew yells “captain” in the background) which justs add more to that sick irony of the scene.

— Okay, slight side tangent, but Popo saying “the line between naive and hopefulness is almost invisible” durning Ruthlessness is just killing me bc of what I said earlier, “‘or what? you can’t kill me,’ so stinking naive Popo” I just can’t dfwnuhedcnudhe —

“After everything you’ve done …how will you sleep at night?” “Next to my Wife” BRO THAT LINE IK ITS KILLS ME CEDIHNCUHEFNCEDIJNIUDXWNIJWXDNWCDJ OH DEFINITELY ONE OF IF NOT THE BEST EPIC QUOTE

Oooooookay think I responded to basically everything you’ve said and told my thoughts…. Hopefully this whole ramble makes sense :P

IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS OR JUST THINGS YOU WANNA SAY ABOUT ANY OF THE SONGS PLEASE HOP IN MY IN BOX MORE CDEJINFDEIJDCENIDEJCNECDNIJCFE

[rius-cave]

These are a series of song recommendations from @stalker-among-the-stars! I'm putting them all in post for convenience :)

Okay, so the first song is Nightmare, and this one really fits Adam first waking up after being reborn in hell. I'm initially drawn to it being Lucifer saying this to him, but it could be someone else. What do you think?

Okay, yeah, what the fuck, this is perfect for a recently fallen Adam LMAOOOO It fits like a glove. Also?? It also perfectly fits for prison AU HAHA, which I mean, Adam landing in prison is supposed to be a parallel to him falling to Hell, so I guess that would make sense lol

The second one is actually the very next song on the Nightmare album, Welcome To The Family. This one, I like to picture, is a conversation between Sinner Adam and a random Imp that for some reason feels sympathy for the fallen angel.

Ha! You know what? I could actually kind of see this being Angel and Adam, because of course I love the idea of their friendship lol, especially if Angel is like, sarcastically telling him "welcome to the family". Also with the lines "I see you're a king who's been dethroned. Cast out in a world you've never know. Stand down, place your weapon by your side" is like he's telling him to just accept his fate and stop fighting it.

Next, also from the same album, Buried Alive, which I feel works as a back-and-forth between Adam and Alastor.

Hmmm, I can definitely see what you mean from Adam's side, I'm not so sure about Alastor. It kinda feels like it could be a conversation with Lucifer too tbh. I guess it depends on which parts exactly read as Alastor to you.

Up next is God Hates Us, which feels like angsty, angry Adamsapple music. (Btw, I would like your opinion on how each of these feel to you, like if you feel they fit something else, or something)

Hmm, I have to admit I'm having a hard time seeing it for this one, mostly because I feel like it's saying a lot of words but not really... saying anything, if you get what I mean? Lmao. It does sound very angry that's for sure.

Tonight The World Dies is a more melancholy, resigned song that I also feel fits AdamsApple, specifically from Adam's perspective after living as a sinner for a while.

You know what? I'd actually challenge that this strikes me more as a Lucifer song. This melancholy and the whole "Find me on my better days. To lose it once again" sounds like Lucifer after Lilith left him. Maaaaybe Adam could be there as well, but just as a Luci song it's good enough.

Beast And The Harlot just feels like a song Sinner Adam would jam to tbh, especially with its religious connotations

Ooooohh okay, ooookay, lmao. Is it bad that this one feels like Adam @ Lilith?? LMAO A very salty Adam complaining about how manipulative and "evil" Lilith is haha.

Bat Country also feels like something Adam would jam out to.

Okay this might be weird but... This song kinda reminded me of Husk?? I can't quite explain why, but it gave me a sense of Husk talking to Angel kinda thing.

Doing Time is one I see Adam and Angel Dust, and maybe even Cherri Bomb singing together.

OOOOHHHH Specially with Angel Dust I can definitely see it! The bit about having a pretty little body to grind lol yeah that's him

Imagine a scenario where Adam becomes completely obsessed with and devoted to Lucifer. Now listen to this song.

Man, this is... this is definitely one of those songs worshipping the Devil huh? AU where Adam becomes a satanist LMAO

That was very wild! Thanks for all the recs! I wonder if Adam would like this kind of metal music? He probably would lol The first song was probably the one I could get the most, it really was just perfect, that and the added bonus that it also works for my prison AU ksdfjdgdf

[strawmyberry]

thank u for the kyle tickle hcs... him being the most ticklish out of the m4 AND being weakest to light tickling is SO IMPORTANT TO ME

you get me anon!!! lee kyle is so cute!! so cute in fact- i got a little surpriseeee! thank you all so much for all the kind words on my first fic!! im so glad you guys liked it 🥹 soooo…here’s another one!! i hope you guys like it!! thanks again!!

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B for Broflovski!

Lee Kyle / Ler Stan

Word Count: 4,229

With Kyle panicking over the “horrible” grade he got on his History test, Stan puts a little extra effort into convincing him that “B” doesn’t always have to stand for “Bad.” In fact, to him, it stands for something a thousand times better.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Stan knew Kyle was a perfectionist. Kyle knew Kyle was a perfectionist. The entire town of South Park knew Kyle was a perfectionist; yet, somehow, despite that, Stan was never really prepared for when Kyle would have one of those days.

“It’s bullshit, dude! I’m telling you; it’s fucking bullshit! Mr. Garrison has some kinda’ personal vendetta against me. I fucking hate him! ‘Fucking asshole, it’s ridiculous!”

Stan had gotten used to walking quickly besides Kyle since Kyle had the tendency to walk and talk, especially when he was in a bad mood. Luckily for Stan, he was pretty good at keeping up.

“And Cartman? Oooh, ‘fucking Cartman? I’m going to kick his ass- I deal with a lot of shit from him. I take it! I suck it up and I take it! But this? I’m done. I’m going to shove my foot so far up his ass- I swear to god-“

Stan had tried a million strategies when it came to this issue, and he had found that the best thing to do was to let Kyle get all of it out of his system. Let him ramble, eventually he’d get tired of it. After that is when he’d be able to talk logically with his, figure out what to do next.

“The only reason he got an A was because he cheated off of Tolkien. But, of course, Garrison doesn’t see it! As if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world! It’s so fucking dumb dude, I seriously can’t- Ma, I’m home! Stan’s here too, we’re gonna go upstairs, okay?”

Okay, Stan had to admit, it was a little funny how Kyle’s rage was like an on and off switch when it came to his mom. He’d be cursing up a storm one second and the next he’d go all Positive Paul on him. He’d shout a quick hello to Kyle’s mom too, because…manners, before following Kyle up the stairs and into his room.

“It just- It pisses me off so much! It’s not fair- I studied so hard for that stupid test!”

Stan would place his backpack next to Kyle’s dresser. He’d proceeded to chase the redhead around his room a little bit, stopping his endless pacing for a second so he could take the backpack off his friend’s back. He’d plop it next to his own before throwing himself onto Kyle’s bed, already getting himself comfortable. Knowing Kyle, this could go on for…god know how long.

“I fucking hate South Park…”

Kyle loved to rant and rave, yeah. It always made him feel a lot better- since he was able to get all his anger out without punching a hole in his wall. But…he could only talk for so long without breathing. So, he’d take a small break, just so he could regain his breath. Kyle would turn back to Stan- only to see the position he was in.

Stan was laying in his bed. Yes- yes that’s what beds are for- but Stan was laying in his bed. Like, laying in his bed. Head amidst a sea of pillows, body sinking slightly into the soft mattress, limbs languidly sprawled across the bed; the whole works. “Oh- sorry, ‘you done?” He’d ask, his words muffled by all of the pillows around his head.

“Uh…no. Not yet. Sorry- I can stop if you’d like-“

“No! No, keep going. I’m all ears.”

“Ooookay…?” Kyle would nod, confused as hell. How long had he been like that? How didn’t he notice before? Why was he messing up his pillows? Well- now he couldn’t remember where he had left off. He’d stare at the bed post as his mind wandered, trying to retrace his steps. Oh! Yeah! Hating South Park!

“…I think today was stupid.” Kyle would start, starting the tirade off slowly. “Everything about it, yeah, but the changing seats thing was really stupid.” He’d continue, the momentum slowly picking up as he spoke. He was getting the hang of it again!

“I mean, I get the changing seats thing. But I told him! I said, “Mr. Garrison, please keep me next to Stan. He keeps me focused.” Which is true because you’re one of the only ones in class who isn’t a total moron. And even when you are- you don’t do it to annoy me- you just-“

“Wait. Uh-go back? …Why am I being called a moron? What did I do?” Sitting up from his extremely habitable position, Stan would raise his left eyebrow; his face laced with confusion. Stan would usually listen to everything Kyle had to say before talking, but that little comment about him just threw him for a loop.

“Huh? I’m not calling you a moron, dude.”

“Uh…you just did though?”

“Did I? Really?” A flicker of his own confusion would cross his face, accompanied by a subtle furrowing of his brow as he stood there for his moment. He’d tap his foot, humming a bit as he thought before it clicked. Kyle’s face would turn white. “Oh shit.” His eyes would widen, quickly holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…I don’t think you’re a moron…sorry..”

“No, I know. It’s okay, man, really!” Stan would give a reassuring smile, letting the comment just slide off his shoulders. “You’re upset, dude, it’s all good.” Stan had gotten used to that too. Kyle was a very…passionate person- he’d go really big when it came to his rants. Stan knew better than to actually take offense to anything Kyle said when he was in one of those moods.

“Yeah…It’s just- maybe I get Garrison not putting us together because we’re Super Best Friends. I mean- I don’t really get it- but I could see the logic behind it. But, at the very least, he could’ve sat me next to someone who wasn’t a total asshole! Sit me next to Craig! He’s quiet! Or Tolkien! Tweek! Jimmy! Butters! I would’ve been fine with anyone! Anyone! Except, Cartman! And guess what happens! Guess who I get sat next to! Guess!”

Stan would nod along as he listened, staying sat up this time instead of going to lay back down again. He wouldn’t really notice he was supposed to answer the question at first. He thought it was rhetorical! After all, he was literally there. He saw all of this happen already. But…okay? He’d play along? “Uh…Cart..man?”

“Fucking Cartman! I’m pissed, but I’m like: “OK, whatever, I can deal with this, no big deal.” But then, I’m in the middle of the test- the test. ‘You know? The thing where you’re supposed to do your own work and shut the fuck up while you do it? And for some goddamn reason-he just won’t shut the fuck up! And I’m thinking: “Is it really that hard to just shut your fucking mouth for five seconds?” But, whatever, I studied for this test so I’m gonna get a good grade on it! Right? No! Fucking no! ‘Cause it’s let’s all dog on Kyle day! And I think his voice was just so fucking grating- I just forgot half of the shit that I studied! He fucked me! He literally fucked me!”

Man. Who needed TV? Who needed Assassins Creed, Indiana Jones, and Lego Batman when you had Kyle Broflovski as your super angry, Super Best Friend? He was basically free entertainment at this point! Stan’s eyes would follow Kyle around the room, and Kyle was moving so much it looked like Stan was watching a tennis match.

“-And you know what really upsets me? ‘You know what just irks me like just a little bit? The fact that I know I’m gonna have to walk in the school tomorrow, and Wendy is gonna come up to me-and she’s gonna be like, “Oh, Kyle! How did you do on the history test? I’m really happy with my grade!” And I’m gonna have to be like, “Oh yeah, Wendy! I’m sure you are!” And then she’s gonna rub it in my face like she always does-“

“What? Wendy doesn’t rub her grades in your face…” Stan would, admittedly, get a little defensive at that statement. This was his girlfriend they were talking about! And…well- she wasn’t here to defend her own honor like he knew she would’ve liked to- so he was gonna do it for her! “Wendy wouldn’t try to make you feel bad about yourself, Kyle-“ Stan would start to say, cutting himself off when Kyle randomly pointed his index finger at him.

“You know what’s funny? I knew you were going to say that!” Kyle would argue, his eyes lit with a combo of satisfaction and frustration. “I knew you were going to defend Wendy! You’re biased, Stan!”He’d accuse. “She rubs her grades in my face all the time! You just turn a blind eye to it because you’re biased!”

“What are you talking about? Dude, if anything, I’d be biased towards you. I’ve known you longer.” Stan would jump to defend himself, rolling her eyes as he did. “I’m sorry if she’s hurt your feelings, Kyle, but I’m sure there’s no bad blood there.” That was a bit of a half-assed apology. Again, Kyle was ranting- so Stan had no idea if he actually meant half of the shit he was saying. He just wanted to resolve the situation.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you! You’re not the one who’s gonna be ridiculed for getting a B on the test!” Kyle would retort, crossing his arms as he huffed.

“I’m sorry…what?” Stan looked stunned. Staring at Kyle as if he had three heads, Stan would open his mouth to speak- just to cut himself off before he managed to say anything. He was trying to think of a nice way to put this. Really really hard. “…Run that by me again?”

“Don’t be an asshole! I got a B, okay?! It’s embarrassing- I know!”

“…Dude.” Stan would pinch the arch of his nose, letting out a long, irritated sigh. “That’s what this is about? Seriously?” He’d clarify. “…This whole time, I thought you had gotten an F- or, at the very best, a D. You got a B?” Stan wasn’t even mad, honestly. Actually, he was a little bit impressed. “Kyle…” At this point, Stan couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way this was actually happening. “A B is a good grade, dude. You have nothing to worry about.”

Now, Stan knew he was one to say stupid things sometimes- but this time, he could’ve sworn that what he said was actually a little bit smart. But the look Kyle was giving him? It almost made him doubt himself. Kyle was looking at him as if he had just said he puts milk in the bowl before the cereal. His jaw would drop, holding his hand out in front of him in shocked horror. “…You did not just say that to me.”

“Kyle, seriously, you’re wigging out over nothing!” Stan would try to explain, getting up from the bed. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over this. It’s just a B! A B is, what? …80%? That’s good! That’s really good!”

“I can’t believe you’re actually telling me this right now! You have to be shitting me! Do you even know what the B stands for, Stan?” Kyle would ask, the look on his face saying that he already knew the answer. “Do you? Do you, Mr. Isaac Newton? Care to enlighten me?”

“Jesus Christ…” Stan would grumble, rolling his eyes yet again. He’d stand there for a second, shrugging the question off. “…I dunno, brilliant?”

“Brilliant?” Kyle would repeat. “Brilliant?!” Kyle’s eye would twitch, as if Stan had just said the most absurd thing he had ever said. “No! It stands for BAD. Bad, Stan! B. A. D. Bad!”

“B doesn’t stand for Bad…” Stan would state. “F stands for bad.”

“Bad doesn’t start with a F, Stan!” Kyle would scream, frustrated. “B stands for Bad, Bummer, Buffoon- think of a word that starts with a B- nine times out of ten it’s a negative connotation! It’s the most obvious thing in the world!”

“I know that YOU’D be happy to get a B- but I’m perfectly valid in being upset about it! God!”

Ouch.

The air in the room was tense; and the silence that came after Kyle’s groan didn’t really help that. They’d stare at each other for a solid minute, waiting for the other one to say something. In that moment of stillness, Kyle had to opportunity to realize how mean what he said just sounded. In that moment, Kyle would brace for impact. He expected Stan to scream at him- or storm out the door and never come back. But…Stan didn’t do any of that.

Stan would take a deep breath. A long one. “…Okay.” He’d say, breaking the silence. “You need to chill out.” Kyle would open his mouth to apologize or, at the very least, give Stan a verbal agreement- but Stan would quickly cut him off.

“You broke Baseball Rules.”

Kyle’s eyes would widen. Shit. No. No- he didn’t. Did he? Oh god. No- he definitely did. Fuck! “…Y-You didn’t tell me we were playing Baseball Rules.” Kyle would hold his hands up in defense, backing up slightly.

“I don’t have to tell you when we’re playing Baseball Rules. That’s the whole point- we don’t have to repeat the rules, they’re just in place.” Stan would remind, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. “You said three really fucked up things about me. Three strikes. You’re out. You broke Baseball Rules.”

Baseball Rules was a game created by Stan, a game that Kyle reluctantly participated in. The rules were simple, whenever the two were in an a little tiff, if either of them slung three insults in a row, they’d strike out.

Stan made the game in order to prevent the two from blowing up at each other, and it worked pretty well! But, admittedly, Baseball Rules wouldn’t be half as effective if it weren’t for what came after you struck out. That worked like a charm every single time.

“Stan, wait…” Kyle would try to reason, glancing behind him quickly to try to get an idea of how far he was from the door. Maybe he could run if he tried hard enough? “I’m sorry, dude…I don’t think you’re stupid, really-“

“I know you don’t!” Stan would cut Kyle’s apologizes short, stepping forward with the attempt of cornering him. “I’m not mad at you! But…rules are rules! If I let you get away with it this time- where do I draw the line, ya’ know? I’m sure you understand.”

Kyle would yelp at Stan stepping forward, quickly turning himself around to dash around him. “Just this once! I’m really sorry- I won’t do it again! I’m not upset anymore-“

“That’s great!” Stan would exclaim. “I’m glad you’re not upset anymore! But it’s the principle of Baseball Rules. I really wish I didn’t have to! I wanna let you off easy, really!” He didn’t. He knew he didn’t, Kyle knew that too. Just like how Stan knew Kyle well enough to know that he’d try to run around him; that’s why he’d turn as well, cornering Kyle officially.

“Stahahan!” Kyle would stumble backwards, his legs hitting his bed. He’d sink to the floor, already beginning to kick his legs. “It’s just a made up gahahame! Plehehease!”

“I’m not even touching you yet!” Stan would tease, wiggling his fingers right above Kyle’s hips. “I’ll go easy, okay?” He’d sink down right after him, sitting down in front of him.

“Noho! Nohot okahay! DohohOHOHON’T-“

“Don’t tickle your ears or your neck. I know, I know!” Stan would cut Kyle’s desperate pleas short, abruptly beginning to drill his fingers into his hips. “You’d think I’d know how to tickle my Super Best Friend. I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t! You cut me deep, Kyle.”

“That’s nohot-!” Kyle would shake his head, cutting himself off as he started to impulsively swing his arms in defense. Kyle was way too ticklish as it was, but Stan’s constant teasing was making it a thousand times worse.

“I knowww, that’s not what you were going to say. You were going to ask me not to tickle you, and…” Stan couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “…you know I’m not gonna do that.” He’d laugh, fighting back the urge to make fun of how red Kyle’s face was.

“Stohohop ihihit! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry!” Kyle wouldn’t even last ten seconds before pleading for mercy. That was one of Stan’s favorite things about playing Baseball Rules, besides being able to hear Kyle’s laugh. That was always first on the list.

“I know you’re sorry! I forgive you!” He’d reassure, managing to dodge every punch Kyle threw at him. “Let’s do this, okay? You let me get a few words out, and then I’ll let you go, okay? I’ll stop tickling you once I’m done.”

Kyle wasn’t 100% sure how legit that offer was. Normally, Stan would stop when he wanted to- so it really depended on how merciful he was feeling on that day. For all Kyle knew, Stan could just say sike and keep going. But…at the same time, maybe he wouldn’t. If anything, he might as well take the bait.

“Okahahay okahahay!”

“Okay? Great!” Stan would smile, moving his hands from his hips to his sides, squeezing them as he began speaking. “I get that you like getting A’s. That makes sense- everyone likes getting them. But it’s okay to not get them sometimes. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out about your grades, you’re doing an awesome job with them.”

“Buhut-“ Kyle would start, just to be cut off by Stan suddenly skittering his fingers against his ribs. “SHIHihihit!! Ohoh my goHOHOhod! Dohohon’t doHOHO thahahat!!” Kyle would squeal loudly, his eyes flying open as his kicking and punching intensified.

“I’m not done yet!” Stan would sing-song, poking in between each rib for each syllable. The shit-eating grin on his face would only grow as he continued. “As I was saying; you’re doing awesome, dude! I’m not saying you shouldn’t focus on your grades- i’m saying you shouldn’t stress yourself out about them.” Stan would clarify.

“Your grades don’t determine how smart you are. And, either way, you have some kick ass grades, dude! You are the smartest person I know, Kyle-“

“Thahahat’s nohohot trUHUHUE- OHOH MY GOHOHOD- FUHUHUCK OHohohoff!!”

Stan would jokingly roll his eyes at Kyle’s cackling, shaking his head softly. “I’m barely even touching you!” That was true, all he was doing was fluttering his fingers over his stomach. Of course, he knew how effective that was- he just chose to play dumb. ‘Made things more fun!

“It is so true.” Stan would insist, his tone genuine and honest. “…And if you even try to tell me I know Wendy, I’m gonna roll up your jacket. Don’t fuck with me.” He’d playfully threaten. “Wendy doesn’t count. Wendy- Wendy is different. That’s the thing- you guys are both smart. And we’re allowed to have two smart people in South Park. With the amount of morons we have- god knows we could use ‘em.”

“Kyle, I wouldn’t be calling you smart if you weren’t. You are so smart, dude! You know fucking Pig Latin! Do you know anyone else who knows Pig Latin?”

“YOHOHOU!” Kyle would retort, doubling over with laughter. “YOHohohou knohohow pihig lahatin tohohohoo!” He’d would swing at Stan’s face yet again, not expecting it to horrible backfire like it did. Stan would take the swing as an opportunity to snake his hands under his arms, quickly skittering his nails all over his armpits.

“Because you taught me it, Kyle!” Stan would exclaim, having to hold back his own laughter as Kyle shrieked. “You ran right into my point! You make me smarter! I would be a total moron if it weren’t for you! Do you know the amount of times I’m stuck on something and I think to myself, “What would Kyle do?” You’re a genius, dude!”

Maybe it was the fact that he was laughing so hard, or maybe it was the surplus of compliments Stan was dumping onto him. But, either way, Kyle was bright red; practically screaming with laughter as he tried to sink himself into the floor. An effort that was obviously in vain. His arms were slammed tightly down against Stan’s fingers in an effort to protect himself; of course, not even realizing until after the fact that it was having to opposite effect.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAN!”

“Okay, okay I’m almost done!” Stan would quickly say, yanking his hands out from under Kyle’s arms; moving them back to his stomach, lightly skittering his fingers again. “All of this is to say- you’re being too hard on yourself! You are more than a grade you get on a test- putting aside the fact that a B is already a good grade!

“And- you know what? B doesn’t stand for Bad!”

And with that, Stan would still his fingers. The two of them would sit there, Kyle immediately noticing how Stan didn’t seem to be making any attempt of getting up. He’d still be giggling from the aftermath, eyeing Stan up and down expectingly.

“…One more thing.”

Of fucking course!

“…What does B stand for, Kyle?”

Oh shit. Shit. He was fucked. The truth of the matter was Kyle had no clue. It obviously wasn’t Bad. But…he didn’t really know what answer Stan wanted from him. From the expectant look on Stan’s face, he obviously already had an answer in mind. Kyle would think long and hard, searching every crevice of his brain in the hopes that somehow, someway, the answer would magically come to him.

“…Beheheautiful?”

“Ohhh…that’s a good one..” Stan would say in mock amazement, beginning to turn; as if he was about to get up. Kyle would let out a sigh of relief, thanking the universe for sparing him this time. The funny thing about that, though? He wasn’t. Stan would swiftly turn back around, making a buzzer noise to signify that Kyle had gotten the wrong answer before blowing a quick raspberry on his neck.

It all happened so fast, Kyle didn’t even have time to say anything- the only thing that left his mouth was a screech; jolting so hard that he yanked himself away from Stan, falling onto his side. He’d quickly scrunch his neck, along with covering it with his hands.

Kyle was too busy giggling on the floor to realize that Stan had gotten up, walked back over to Kyle’s backpack, and came back with his water bottle. He’d sit next to him, offering his hand to help him up. Kyle would hesitantly take it, a relieved sigh escaping him as Stan pulled him up- no strings attached.

“Broflovski.”

“Whahahat?”

Kyle would raise his eyebrow with giggly confusion. Stan had never referred to him by his last name. They were strictly on a first name basis! Stan would return the confused look with his own confused look. After a few seconds, his eyes would widen as he realized why Kyle looked so confused. He’d shake his head, beginning to chuckle softly.

“Noho! Broflovski! B is for Broflovski!”

It would take a second for Kyle to understand what Stan was saying. Once it clicked, Kyle would turn to Stan, a fed-up smile on his face. God, he was cheesy. He’d hold out his hand as Stan gave him his water bottle, glancing at him again before rolling his eyes and taking a sip.

“What? You don’t like it?” Stan would tease, elbowing him as soon as he closed the cap to his water bottle. “It makes sense! I thought it was funny! Broflovski! It starts with a B- and it’s your last name! Get it?” Stan would repeat, his eyes bright with excitement.

“The more you repeat it the less funny it gets.” Kyle would jokingly groan in annoyance, even scooting a little further away from him! For bit purposes! Stan would scoot right after him, the giddy smile still on his face.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“If it’s B for Broflovski again, I’m gonna hit you.” “It’s not! It’s not.” Stan would say, the smile on his face never wavering. Kyle couldn’t help but smile with him, ushering him to continue with what he was going to say.

“I’d take a Broflovski for life over an A on a test any day.”

Maybe it was stupid for Kyle to be as grateful as he was for Stan. He knew he had a bit of a temper when it came to things like this- and he knew he could be a huge handful at times. But, for reason, Stan stuck by him. Maybe he was bored? Maybe he had nothing better to do, no one better to be with?

But when Kyle looked at the pure happiness on Stan’s face, he couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the case. It made him happy, knowing that Stan enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed his- even when he was being dramatic. They were Super Best Friends through thick or thin, no matter the circumstance. That felt…nice.

“Thanks, Stan…that means a lot.”

[alterrune]

A MESSAGE FROM IRL!ALTERRUNE

tw: the 2024 election, politics, homophobia

Do I have to fucking do this...?

Yes, Kyle. I know you don't want to talk about this, but we need you to say something about your sudden absense from the story.

(Kyle's been in his room ever since 'the event' happened. He's been facedown on his bed ever since and is being incredibly rude and vulgar, even to Harmony and Synth. I've been trying to convince him to say something about this for a long time, and he finally let me do it after I intercepted an order from the cafeteria for him and said he'd have to leave his room for food until he did what I wanted. Believe it or not, he actually SUPPORTED the-President-that-must-not-be-named back in 2016, which he now considers as one of his biggest regrets. So seeing him back in power...yeah, his past came back to haunt him, and it's haunting him HARD.)

Let's just get this fucking over with.

Are you going to lift your head up, or...?

No. I'm fucking fine. Let's get this shit done.

(He's also been swearing like a sailor, and if you could hear his voice right now, it'd sound like he was totally and utterly exhausted. Which, to be frank, he is. He shot off numerous rounds into the walls of his room [which he said he'd pay the repair costs in full for], and told me he had to empty every single round of ammunition he had on him into the furniture and walls of his room so he didn't shoot a person. Of course he's exhausted.)

"okay, we're rolling."

Hey everyone. It's IRL!Alterrune here. And I'm fucking off for a bit.

To every fucking one of you in the USA right now who actually used their fucking brains during the elections: You have my sincerest condolences.

I supported that motherfucker, and to this goddamn day, I still consider that my biggest fucking regret ever.

"You're Canadian, why should you care?" Because thanks to the dumbass people who fucking supported that jerk-off, EVERYONE loses. The USA is incredibly powerful, so yeah, everyone on Earth, INCLUDING THEIR NEXT-DOOR-NEIGHBOR CANADA, fucking loses.

I am fucking retracting myself from the story for a bit. I don't know when I'll be back. But until he either gets impeached or fucking assassinated, I'm going to stay like this. And I sincerely hope it's the latter. I hope someone fucking blows his motherfucking brains out all over the goddamn floor and---

OOOOKAY, Kyle, that's enough of that! Let's move on, please!

(Kyle gives us a sneer. Excuse me, Kyle, but I'm not the one insinuating ASSASSINATION OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA here! I'm trying to stop you before you get us all in trouble!)

Regardless, as I was fucking saying, I'll be gone from the story for I don't even fucking know how long. I'll be back, but until then, I hope HE goes down before shit hits the fan.

And by the way, Vi. Believe me when I say this: there is a fucking LINE-UP for people trying to assassinating him. I'm MOST CERTAINLY NOT one of them because I'm not fucking looking to add "terrorist" to my resume, but there are others out there who can and WILL try to get a hit on him, and I'll be overjoyed when they finally kill him and fucking finally send him straight to Hell.

Vi? We should probably cut the feed before he says anything else that'll get us in HUGE trouble.

"HE'S ALREADY SAID ENOUGH. CUT THE FEED, ALREADY."

WAIT. There's one more thing I want to say.

(Kyle suddenly forces his head up...and...oh god. He hasn't been taking his sleeping pills for his insomnia, his face clearly shows that he hasn't gotten any sleep. He looks AWFUL. However, his angry expression suddenly changes into a somber one.)

(ahem)

To anyone who's in the LGBTQIA+ community:

Don't give up. Fight. Fight like you've never fucking fought before. He says you don't exist? Fuck him. You do exist. Don't let him drive you to suicide, that's exactly what he wants you to do. I may be straight, but I'm not going to sit back and let him ruin all of you. I don't care what the hell he says or does, BREAK THE LAW if you have to. Love is love, and fuck me if I'm letting that BASTARD try and ruin that.

(We all suddenly look in shock. Kyle, completely unprompted, just straight-up gave a sincere and heartfelt speech, and didn't add any unneccesary pander to it. ON ALMOST NO SLEEP.)

(While we're all picking our jaws up off the ground, Kyle gets back onto his bed, this time lying on his back with a pillow over his face.)

Okay. I'm done. Cut the fucking feed now.

(Harmony stops the feed on Kyle's command. Holy shit, what just happened?)

Well, that...could've gone better.

Yeah, but...that speech at the end. Kyle just suddenly did a 180 degree spin on that entire thing.

What the hell even happened there?

Yeah, Kyle, what was with that sudden shift?

I said exactly what had to be said. That the LGBTQIA+ community shouldn't give up just because the-President-that-must-not-be-named said so. If the world wants to fucking explode itself, then by god, I'm making sure I'm staying on the chunk of earth that has the right people on it. I had a PRIDE MONTH EVENT for AtO, so believe me when I say that I do not (and never will) support the actions he is taking. I will NOT let him fuck up the people in that community no matter what. I will defend them with my life if I have to.

Wow. I...uh...never expected YOU to be this defensive about this.

Who else will be?

Fair enough.

Alright, everyone, let's leave Kyle alone for a bit. I think he needs to take his insomnia pills.

Oh shit...I completely forgot to take them. Yeah, I think some rest would be nice.

(I escort everyone out of the room, as Kyle takes his sleeping pills and conks out almost immediately.)

Thanks, Kyle. Glad to know that even in times of peril, you still know who the good guys are, and you rush to defend them.

(I close the door to Kyle's room, leaving him to his nap. Sweet dreams, Kyle, hope you come back soon.)

STATUS OF IRL!ALTERRUNE: OFFLINE

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uhhhh... yeah

criminal minds evo thought

Christ

It took til nearly 4:30 am for it to be uploaded to the links I have and I am TIRED so excuse me if I tire out early or if I don’t commentary the whole ep.

Im also hungry af.

This was a terrible idea LOL

The system jade and Damian had honestly fucking slaps. Like, it was do or die. They both knew that there would be red dots around the scene from the other guns and that at his feet could easily be the sign of “im watching” and him signalling killed me

How tf did this trooper recognize her from her fucking driver’s but not in person???

Ooookay, here’s number five?

I get the whole attorney client privilege but these seems VERY dramatic and not realistic but what do I know? Lol I only watch crime shows

Jill: “I only kissed you to distract you” LOL

Emily’s little super light gray highlight right passed her pangs on her right kills me every time.

Rebecca is SERVING this season, she’s SO good.

A spencer mention!!! The girlies will be happy

Fuck I just remembered this is the second last ep and some heavy shit is likely gonna happen. Fuck..

Gouged out his EYES!!?? Jfc

Tara… pls stop talking w your hands, its incredibly distracting…

Honestly.. im here for the tyler Emily partnership this season

A bunker… interesting.. OHHH it’s the bunker with all the bau info!

Jill’s so fucking hot. Like, desperate housewives felicity was one thing but milf dr felicity is something ELSE

Elias is such a good liar and incredible character/actor, no matter how much we hate him

Okay, im not gonna lie, I really like tyler, esp now that his entire personality isn’t revolving around being garcia’s interest

Oh GOD emily’s in the red shirt…. If it’s a long sleeve then that’s the one we’ve seen from the promo pic of her looking like shes been attacked (not that we weren’t expecting it for this ep)

Man I was REALLY hoping for an “agent…” after that prick was all “ms prentiss”

Not Emily sitting like a lesbian yet again

Im REALLY happy with the way Rebecca has been involved in this season and how she’s slowly not like, switching sides, but like, giving more info and intel into the bau and trusting them more and giving them more info. Also Nicole is acting her ASS of this season and I LOVE it

Is this cult leader kinda hot or is it just my fucking daddy issues? LOL

Ohhhh THAT is a military stance from the other girl. She’s literally fully controlled.

WELL FUCK

Oh god now jades questioning things, girl don’t do that he gonna kill you

How and why did her hair go from a ponytail to down in one minute? Woof continuity error

SIXTEEN?? That girl looked at LEAST twenty. (which like I get, cause actors but like fuck)

DAMN okay, trigger warning for this ep, sexual assault. Its not super graphic but like, could still use the warning.

I dunno if its highlight or moonlight on jade’s cheekbones but DAMN I want it

Im honestly loving the whole having a lawyer working with the team, like, seeing them having to wait for warrants helps me little legal thinking brain. HOWEVER. its only cause I like Rebecca, I do really like how old cm was where we never had to deal with legal shit

WHY ARE THEY FUCKING KISSING AGAIN JFC NOOO

Okay ,tyler going into the field stresses me out. Cause like, I like him now, pls don’t kill him

This is gonna be one hell of a fucking cliffhanger isn’t it?

I know jade is an unsub but I am ROOTING FOR HER!

“unit chief Emily prentiss” SERVING FUCKING CUNT.

I don’t care that they were held at the gates, she served cunt

NOT JADE SACRIFICING HERSELF!

LOL Rebecca being all “please don’t stir the fire”

WE CANT TELL EMILY NOT TO DO SOMETHING, HAVENT WE LEARNT THIS

“this seems familiar..” “what like a cult leader threatening”

AS IF THAT HASN’T HAPPENED TO EMILY HERSELF BEFORE COME ON

CAN WE NOT DO THIS AGAIN

“go ahead and shoot me”

EMILY DON’T FUCKIGN TEMPT THEM

SERVING CUUUUNTTT

IM SORRY IS JADE SETTING OFF FUCKING BOMBS?! Fuucckk

  this is giving minimal loss

they COULDN’T even give us a little like.. explosion of half the building?? They just cut it there?? Christ. Okay so why tf did everyone have their vests on still except em?? Ugh

fuck okay fine, its so late. See y’all next week.