#ooooooh boy was this a ride an a half to write

[gandalfsbignaturals]

ooooooh fucking goodie im gonna respond to these all individually

this is extremely true most of the guys in homestuck are either boring or cringe. hussie loves writing amazing girl characters though and im very excited for you to meet them

yesssss. honestly so much of the homestuck fandom by volume is just people playing with them like dolls. also the visual style makes it very easy to project your own ideas onto the characters appearances, especially because the really important things that actually identify them are so tightly linked to their online presence. homestucks visual style is not only very distinctive, but one of its undeniable strengths as a story

oh man, yeah. this is a fairly common complaint about homestuck, and a fair bit of the early bits are just dicking around for shits and giggles (remnants of the fact that for the first chuck of hs the actions taken by characters were determined via suggestions from readers)

unfortunately this preamble is not even half as lengthy as some of the actual plot of later parts of homestuck. strap in for the ride, boy

:3

ok im halfway through act 3, here are my homestuck thoughts:

- I think hussie has the same thing going on as wildbow where he can only write interesting girls. This makes me hopeful for fucked up and/or suppressed lesbian shenanigans

- I have become accustomed to the art style and no longer find it super ugly. Actually, I love these lil guys. I want to play with them like little dolls.

- Roxy has told me the plot of homestuck multiple times, so I know the general shape of it, but it’s such a different experience to actually sit down and read it. For one, this is like, the slowest I’ve ever read something. All those pictures, man. I finished worm in 10 days, but this is gonna take me at least a month.

- Im kind of impatient with my reading speed, because I have such a strong sense that this is a prelude. There’s all this foreshadowing with the flashing forward in time. I’m like, why are we spending so much time on captchalogues when you could be like, figuring out where your dad went.

- Rose’s mom my beloved

[sugarylawliet]

hi! could you please write Mello smut where Mello thinks his s/o is cheating on him with Matt and then he obviously confronts his s/o about it which leads to a fight and then they take it to the bedroom with some degradation kink? thank you :)

mello my beloved...i'm down so bad

> warnings: nsfw/smut, slight degreation, smoking mentions, jealousy

"Matt, let me have a hit?"

The brunette boy sat adjacent to you eyes you with a quirked eyebrow, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as the scent flooded the enclosed room, though nobody in the hideout seemed to mind. "You smoke?"

"No, I just wanna try."

Matt shrugs, plucking the cigarette from his lips and handing it to you. You bring it to your mouth, inhaling. You begin to cough as the heat hit the back of your throat with a sour taste, earning a chuckle from Matt.

"What's wrong?" He swings his arm over the back of the couch behind you, "Can't take it?" He smirks.

"Shut the hell up, Jeevas."

He presses a hand to his chest, acting fake-hurt, "That stings, sweetheart."

"Whatever." You laugh.

Suddenly your blonde-haired boyfriend is before you, looking quite unhappy. Had he been in the room the whole time? You hadn't seen him a second ago, as if he had just appeared.

"What's up Mello?"

He says nothing, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from your seat before dragging you out of the room behind him.

"Ooooooh," Matt called teasingly; you flip him off before Mello pulled you out of the room.

"Mello, let me go. What the fuck is wrong?"

His silence remains unbroken, speed walking down the hallway with you being dragged along behind him before he reaches the door to his room, pulling you inside and slamming the door. He's looking towards the door and seemingly fiddling with the lock as you stare at his back.

"Mello-"

"Shut up." He raises his voice, slamming his gloved hand onto the door with a loud crash. His angry demeanor scared you into submission.

“Y/N, do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

“Tell me.” He turns around to face you.

“N-no.”

“So why do you think I don’t notice you constantly flirting with Matt? Are you with him, huh?” He slowly walks towards you, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed behind you. ��Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No, I would never, we’re just friends, Mello, you know that.”

“No, I don’t know that, Y/N.” He inches closer to you, his knees touching yours causing you to fall down, your back hitting the bed as he towers over you.

Mello bends down so his body hovers over yours, tracing his fingers along your collarbone and slowly inching down. He pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor before caressing your sides and your stomach. “Seeing you flirt with him, seeing how much he likes it...it’s not fair, Y/N. You’re mine.” He dips his hand under the waistband of your pants, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down your heat through your panties, but not putting enough pressure on his touches to give you the contact you needed. “You know how jealous I get.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mello...” You buck your hips upwords, desperate for more pressure to his touch.

“Hah, needy much?” He pushes your hips back down with his free hand, “Why should I give you what you want after you flirted with my best friend, hmm?” His middle finger moves up to rub your clit slightly through the fabric teasingly. “Bad girls shouldn’t be rewarded.” He removes his hands from you, instead taking off his gloves and running his fingers through his hair nonchalantly. 

“Mello, please...”

“What was that? Oh, now you want me to touch you? Didn’t seem like that a few minutes ago.”

“I do Mello, please, just touch me...” You buck your hips up, desperate for friction, earning a chuckle from the man standing over you.

“Beg nice and loud for me sweetheart, let everyone else hear how desperate you are for me. I want Matt to hear, I want him to know you’re mine and only mine.”

Your face flushed red at the thought of the others in the hideout hearing you, but the desperate words spilled from your lips nonetheless, “Please, I need you so bad. Please touch me Mello, I want you, I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Mm,” He smirks, quickly pulling off your shorts and underwear, “That’s my good girl.” He dips two of his slender fingers inside your heat, earning a loud moan from your lips. You press your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at how sensitive you were to his touch.

“None of that,” He uses his free hand to remove your hand from your mouth, his fingers pumping faster, “I wanna hear your moans nice and loud, doll.” He adds a third finger, curling them upwords and hitting your sweet spot. You gasp, your breath hitching as you push your hips upwords. Mello removes his fingers, earning a loud whine from you.

“Mello, I was close...”

“I don’t care. You don’t like being teased? Then stop being bad. Now get up.”

You obey, standing up before Mello sits on the bed in your place. He motions for you to come over, cohearsing you to straddle his lap. He unzips his black leather pants, pulling himself out and pumping a few times, locking eyes with you.

“Please...” You beg.

“Do you deserve it?” 

“Mhm, I’ll be good, please. I’ll never even talk to anyone else in the hide-out anymore except for you, whatever you want, I promise. I’m only yours, please, I need it.”

Mello licks his lips with a cocky smile, guiding his cock to push into you with a deep groan. He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to ride him as he throws his head back. “God, Y/N...”

“Mm, fuck Mello, you feel so good...” You moan loudly, disregarding your previous concern about being too loud and allowing profanities to spill from your lips.

Mello bucks his hips to meet with your grinding, the both of you quickening your pace as the sound of both of your moans and pants. filling the room. Mello’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip with his eyelids half-closed in pleasure. He reaches his finger down to rub your clit as you ride him, quickly approaching your climax. His added touch earns a loud moan of his name.

“Mm, that’s right Y/N, moan my name. God, you sound like such a slut. Could Matt make you feel like this, hm? Tell me...”

“N-no...’

“That’s right, I own you, only I can make you feel like this, make you scream like this, right? Huh?”

You gasp as he thrusts harder into you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix and bringing you to the edge of your orgasm, “Oh god, Mello, fuck, yes, you own me,” You could barely talk due to the pleasure flooding your senses. 

“Make it up to me and cum for me Y/N.”

Almost on queue, your grinding slows as you release around him with a scream of his name, him finishing soon after you. You rest your forehead against his, exchanging the sound of loud panting breaths as you gathered yourselves. After a minute, he taps your thigh, signlining for you to get up. He fetches a wet towel from the bathroom, tossing it at you and fixing his clothes. 

“Let this a lesson, Hm? I hope the other guys heard you sounding like a slut for me so they know you’re not allowed to flirt with them anymore.” He winks at you before swinging the bedroom door open and leaving.

[myselfinserts]

“We’re players in a game that I don’t intend to lose.”

Étienne stared at the man before him with a curious level of intrigue. He’d heard horror stories of the man they called Inkwell. He didn’t know which were true. And frankly he didn’t care. 

This was someone Ceri treasured, so he would try to play nice.

Though Inkwell was making that very hard.

“Yet another draw,” Grigor sighed. “I honestly expected a challenge.”

Étienne could feel his eye twitch. “Maybe we should stop playing chess-”

“You’re holding back on me. Worried I’ll get mad or are you trying to win me over for Ceri’s sake? I want you to actually try beating me.”

“I’ll destroy you if you make another comment like that.”

“How can I get you to do your worst on me?”

“Are you even listening?”

“I got it!”

“You’re not even listening.”

“Let’s have a wager.”

Étienne stared at him, his urge to leave growing every second. 

“One last game,” Grigor proposed. “If you win, I’ll pay the normal price to have you update my gloves.” He leaned forward, his inky stare glimmering with mischief. “But if I win, I pay you double.”

“You what?” Étienne asked. “That makes no sense.”

Grigor smirked, his voice low and inviting. “It does though. You’re Ceri’s special someone. And I’m going to test you to make sure you won’t destroy him.”

This man is insane, he thought. He seriously thinks a game of chess like this is a test? “What-”

“We’re players in a game that I don’t intend to lose, Étienne Allard. I want to know if you’re worth all the hype Ceri has toward you.” Their playful demeanor vanished, replaced with cold despair and warm compassion. “He’s been through enough. I just want to make sure you’re at least half the man he claims you are. If you have the integrity to stand up for what’s right by him.”

Étienne stared at the old hero before him, trying to get a read on him. Needless to say, it was impossible at this point. He’d gone back to the cheshire grin. 

“Very well,” he relented. “I’ll see your wager.”

Grigor cackled. “Perfect. Now, no holding back. Give me your worst.”

Étienne smirked. “Very well.”

They played once again. The atmosphere changed. It wasn’t awkward or annoying. It was rather exhilarating. It was rather nice to be able to enjoy this challenge. He watched as Inkwell became flustered, trying to keep pace with him. There was something different about this game. But he didn’t care to look into it.

He only cared about his win.

“Checkmate,” Étienne declared. “Now, I think that’s enough nonsense-”

“You’re an honest man.”

Étienne stopped, raising an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

“I think it’s time to change it up. How about mancala?” Grigor began to clean up the chess board. “You know, I’ve proposed the exact same wager to support designers in the past. And caterers, artists, musicians, even other Heroes and civilians. They all threw the games intentionally to get more money, or because they thought I’d be angry if I ever lost.” His gaze had softened, lingering on the pairs of queens and kings before them. “I knew if that was the kind of person Ceri fell for, I’d have to correct him. People like that oft turn to people like Abney should they not harbor pure intent.” He looked at Étienne, handing him the little golden king. “You on the other hand, are an honest man. No matter how your relationship with Ceri continues or ends, I know I can trust his heart to you. You’re a good man, Mr. Allard.”

Étienne stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on. This wasn’t the same man he was playing chess with just a moment ago. He was tired. More haggered. Almost...lonely.

With a gentle sigh, he accepted the king. “I’m not a good man. You’re just insane.”

“Perhaps,” Grigor conceeded. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t still trust you. If you ever need someone to...take care of matters. I’ll personally make any problems go away.”

“...I’ll keep that in mind.”

Inkwell is insane, he decided. But perhaps...I can come to trust him as well.

“By the way,” Inkwell hummed. “There’s something I need to tell you...”

Étienne looked at him, perplexed. “What is it now?”

“You’re an honest, good man. You take no nonsense. I like that in an artist.” He set the chess set on the bookshelf, pulling out the mancala board. “I’m certain this isn’t something you need to know, but I’m saying it anyway, because unwanted advice is something that I’m damned good at giving.”

As he set up the game, Étienne poured himself another cup of tea. “Very well. What is it?”

“If you ever want to win a battle before it begins, never let your enemy get an inch in edgewise. You’re better than them. Find the chink in the armor and slay.”

Étienne stood on the porch, watching as the red haired Heroine approached. Rage burned in his veins as he saw her. Not just his own, but Reginald’s as well. But there was another feeling there. Something softer. Something he came to understand was genuine care for Mary. Something that, had Étienne never come face to face with him, would have prompted Regi to possibly have stayed with her for the rest of his days. 

There was a part of Reginald that still wonders if he’d have been happy with Mary.

But Étienne knew, deep down, Reginald and Mary wouldn’t have lasted.

Especially as long as Lucien had stuck around.

There were happy memories. Gentle date nights, kind gestures, words of love and care. They were all genuine. She really did love him, and he really used to love her. Étienne acknowledged this.

But there was so much bad that Reginald had brushed off. The controlling actions, the constant decisions made before consulting him, the harsh criticisms of Reginald that slowly wore him down over time until he lacked any kind of self confidence, the yelling. Oh god, did Mary yell. It was a wonder Regi didn’t leave her sooner.

He was weak, back then. He didn’t know he could have had better.

And he was weak now. He’s struggling to find himself, lost in the memories that were not his.

She could easily take him back now.

And like hell Étienne was going to let him fall back into her control.

Mary walked into the yard, leaving the gate open (oh how they both hated that habit of hers), smiling and holding up a grocery bag. And for just a vague moment, a fleeting second, he felt a warmth in his chest. Not as strong as the one for Luci, but not small enough to ignore completely.

He ignored it anyway.

“Hello,” Mary greeted. “I’m here to see-”

“Leave.”

Mary blinked, smile faltering. “Ah, you must be Étienne-”

“You’re not welcome here,” Étienne interjected. “Reginald is not well enough to deal with your ‘shenanigans’ as he’d try to politely put it, so I’m going to politely ask you to leave before I make you.”

Her face became as red as her hair. “Who do you think-”

“You’re not welcome here, Mary McMiller, and you haven’t been welcome here since the day you broke into Luci’s personal records. Reginald has standards for his close circle, and you proved a long time ago that you don’t meet them.”

“How dare-”

“He’s been happier since you moved out and quite frankly, from what I’ve seen, I’m surprised he didn’t dump your ass the day he figured out that he was Bisexual. And as the one he came out to first as well as his best friend, I can safely say that poor soul probably would never have come to that conclusion with the level of care you took in isolating him.”

Mary started to go pale. “What are you-”

“He doesn’t have any lady friends outside of Phoenix and L and I have no doubt you’re part of the reason why. Then again, I’m shocked he and I even managed a friendship with you constantly deciding where he would be staying when he traveled, texted him three times a day at every meal, planned all his outfits, decided on dates before even asking him if he was free and wasn’t bogged down with scientific research that could save millions. You realize he’s actually incredibly coulrophobic right? And that he often hides it because of work but ends up sleeping on his cot in the lab just so people don’t see him crying to sleep from fear? Oh wait, of course not. Otherwise you wouldn’t have made him watch IT and Killer Clowns from Outer Space back to back. He’s been needing therapy for that for years and it wasn’t until Luci had to drag his ass to the doctor that he got help for it and by god did your pathetic lack of empathy do a number on him.”

Étienne knew he’d probably be going to far. Something inside him, probably the too kind half of Regi’s memories causing his head to ache, was asking him to stop.

But he didn’t listen to it. The rage both he and Reginald had was just a little too strong.

“I don’t,” Mary stammered. “I didn’t-”

“You didn’t know,” Étienne moaned. “The tired ol’ excuse you’d give him every time you made him angry or upset him or did something that put him in a position where he’d have to reveal a major weakness that he didn’t trust you enough to tell you and honestly? If you’d bothered learning proper communication, maybe he’d have trusted you enough. Remember when he told you that he can barely watch horror movies as is? And you planned a horror movie marathon anyway? Or what about the time he told you that he was allergic to papayas and you got him a Tropic Paradise smoothie at the local juice bar?”

Mary nearly dropped the bag as she stumbled back, trying to get away as he got up closer with a glare. “Please stop-”

He adjusted his glasses, giving her the strongest, most demented grin he could muster. “Oh no, no. Am I getting too loud?” 

The wind slowly picked up. Mary was shaking. Étienne had completely torn her down. And she would not be recovering from this for a while. 

He wondered if he’d gone too far. 

But then the memories began to pound away in his mind. The mixtures and good and bad, all set to one of Regi’s many confusing playlists. The nights of crying alone. The pain of wondering if he was broken. The seemingly happy nature of everything around him. So much people pleasing. So much praise for being so amazing. The power couple expectations. The fear. The love. The hatred. The glory.

The loneliness.

The loneliness that swam into every corner of his being.

Oh god, it wanted to swallow him whole again.

But he couldn’t let it. 

Not now.

“Your past actions have proven you are not to be trusted with his welfare,” Étienne stated bluntly. “And if you think I’m going to let you any closer to that door, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Mary’s lip quivered and she handed him the bag. “You win...I’ll leave now...” 

“Good.”

“Please take good care of him...” She crossed her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry...”

Without another word, she left, closing the gate behind her. 

Étienne looked inside the bag, making sure there wasn’t anything potentially harmful. Inside was a case of IRN Bru, some salt and vinegar crisps, a box of chocolates, a tin of nice loose leaf chamomile, a stuffed clown bear with a “get well soon” sign, and a bottle of papaya juice. 

“I expect nothing and yet still I’m left disappointed.” He took out the bear and juice and chucked it in the nearby bin as he went back inside. Meatloaf was staring down at him from her perch, but made no noise. Luci was sitting on the couch with freshly made tea. 

“How did it go?” they asked nervously.

Étienne simply smiled. 

“She won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

[realexotrash]

Cabin // pt.5

A blessed image [(that is not mine, credit to its owner)]

Genre: Fluff, SMUT, LIKE BOI STRAIGHT TO SMUT

Warning: bro it’s a smut like cmon, but like this gets straight to the point if ya know what I mean.

Authors note: WUDDUP PALS. LOOK I KNOW YALL HAVE BEEN WAITING AND SOME OF YOU ARE PISSED but hear me out. I had to take a small break from writing because I was falling behind in school so that’s why this has taken a million friken years so I’m sorry. But hey at least it’s here!!! Btw this kind of gets straight to the spice bc I’ve been having some Baekhyun feels lately so....

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

“So...” he turns around to face you, “are you really in love with me?”

You almost choke “wh-what?” 

He takes out the now cooked spaghettios from the microwave and sets the plate in front of your place on the kitchen island. “I said, are you really in love with me.” He casually sits down next to you and spoons some spaghettios plopping a meatball into his mouth, “You said that ‘He’s so easy to fall in love with, especially when you’re his neighbor’  and we both kind of just brushed it off but now I want to know, are you actually in love with me?” 

You were frantically sweating, “I... I don’t know.” Your eyes were focused on your bowl, as if something interesting was floating around. 

He smiles and eats another meatball, “You totally are.”

“Nuh uh!” You throw a crumpled up napkin at him (it was the closest thing you could find to throw at him.)

“Uh huh!” he mocks your voice, still smiling.

“Hey that’s not fair! I was sleep talking okay? It’s like drunk talking, you don’t know what you’re saying.” You could literally feel the embarrassment tricking up your spine.

“Yeah but they’re sober thoughts.” He waves his spoon at you.

You look at him in frustration and go to stand.

His hand lays on your knee, “Baby I’m just teasing you.” The word ‘baby’ sending tingles up your spine. His hand rubs circles on your leg and you try to look not so affected as you continue your meal.

Around 6pm you and Baekhyun decide to take a walk by the lake, breaking you away from your casual “The Bold Type” tv binge you were on. 

The lake looked beautiful at this time of night, the sun was barely starting to go down so the clouds all had a tinge of pink and orange. The only people that were around were maybe a few kids still swimming and some teenagers hanging out on the opposite side.

“I swear it gets prettier every year.” You say, admiring the lake and the scenery around it.

Baekhyun was at your side, looking at the lake too. “Agreed.” 

As you make your way around the lake you pass by the small group of teenage boys, they were about your age, a group of maybe 5. You could audibly hear them going on about football, or maybe basketball? Sports like that have never been your thing.

“Hey beautiful.” You hear behind you. You turn around to see one of the guys staring right at you, unashamedly looking you up and down. He was tall, lanky, his features were attractive but never your type of guy. “Do you want to come and hang out with us?” He looks at Baekhyun and then back to you, “some real men who could show you a good time?” His friends start to laugh behind him.

Baekhyun grabs your hand and holds it tight. “Sorry she can’t.” He looks pissed.

“I wasn’t talking to you, midget.” There was an audible ‘oooh’ from behind him as he stared down at Baekhyun by like maybe an inch, and inch and a half max. “I was talking to the pretty lady.” 

“I’m not interested.” You finally speak up, squeezing Baekhyun’s hand to reassure him.

“Baby I could show you a good time.” The boy smirks.

You start walking away, still hand in hand with Baekhyun, before turning on your heel to face the cocky ass boy “I’m not your baby.” You say in the slickest tone. [The devil wears Prada is my shit sorry]. More ‘ooooooh’s’ come from his friends before you eventually hear a “Shut the fuck up.”

Baekhyun’s hand is gripping really tight onto yours, almost painfully tight as he basically drags you back to the cabin. “Who the fuck do those guys think they are?” He mumbles to himself, “hitting on my girl right in front of me.” You hear him say before you enter the house. 

The ‘my girl’ thing still kind of has you a little bit shook but you brush it aside, “Baekhyun, it’s okay.” You call after the angry boy dragging you into the bedroom.

He pushes you against the door, lips attacking your neck. “It’s not okay. You’re mine,” HOLY SHIT. “And they think they can just hit on you? Oh no no no.” His hands travel to your ass.

Turning you around, you walk backwards towards the bed before falling back onto the soft duvet, his lips still on your neck, leaving a purple mark for everyone to see. You let out a soft whimper as his lips roughly attached to your own, a smirk playing on his lips. Sucking and biting on your lower lip you moan, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands travel up and down the soft skin of your sides, slowly riding your shirt up till you eventually sit up to take it off along with your bra. 

“Baby.” Baekhyun impatiently sighs against your collarbone, fingers aching to pull of your shorts. You lift your hips, letting him pull down your shorts and panties in one go. His fingers quickly find way to your center, rubbing up and down “So wet for me,” he says with pride, his fingers starting to now rub figure eights into your clit. 

“Baekhyun” you gasp, forcing his shirt from his body before letting your hands run up and down his toned abdomen. 

Baekhyun sits back to remove his pants and shorts, his member slapping tall against his stomach. You go to touch but he pushes your hand away before you can, “Not today princess.” his fingers increasing in speed on your clit, before they’re gone. You whine and buck your hips up, trying to find some source of friction.

His lips curl into a smirk before he drags his cock up and down your slit, teasing your bud with his head. “Baekhyun please.” You pant, unable to catch your breath at the sensation. 

He slowly enters his tip before pulling all the way out again, teasing you. You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration before he does it again, earning him an impatient whimper. He enters you slowly, knowing that you’re probably still sore from earlier that day; which he was definitely right. You wrap your legs and your arms, keeping him to you. 

His hips draw back before slowly sinking into you, and then again. Your pain long forgotten as you move to meet his hips, edging him to go faster in which he complies, his hips snapping at a pace that has you gripping his hair tightly with moans uncontrollably slipping out of you.

“You like it when I fuck you this good?” He pants into your ear, “My cock pounding into your tight wet pussy?” His words sound so filthy, so unbelievably lustful in your ear, driving you closer to your edge. Fingers dance along your skin, groping everything he can to get both you and him to your highs. 

“Shit Baekhyun.” You practically scream as his cock brushes against that one spot, his fingers immediately coming to rub your sensitive bud. Your eyes squeeze shut as your first orgasm washes over you, his name and profanities spilling from your lips. 

He continues to thrust into you, a hand hooking under your right knee to lift it higher, hitting you deeper than you knew he could. 

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N!” You could feel him cum inside of you, bringing you to your second orgasm. His heavy panting and post- orgasm grunts gives you tingles all over your body, before he drops to the spot next to you.

He pulls you into his chest, “Are you okay?” His hands brushing your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, “Spectacular.” scooting even closer to him, “Does this mean we have to take another shower?”

He shakes his head, “Nooo, let’s take a nap hmm?“ His eyes already closing. You take up his offer and start to fall asleep as well.

You’re almost fully asleep, Baekhyun’s voice comes in almost a whisper above you.

“I love you too.”

Authors note: Okay okay I know this was kind of short and maybe a little shitty but I wanted to at least get something out to you guys after taking such a long break. Tell me what you guys would like to see in the next part tho!!! And don't forget to leave thoughts/ requests in my ask box! Thanks <3

PART 6 REAL SOON I PROMISE // TELL ME WHAT Y’ALL WANT TO SEE IN PART 6 BECAUSE IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE THE FINALE YET I HAVEN’T DECIDED.