#so 90% i was curls so its funny

[thedrotter]

filler doodles about how i comedically whitewashed myself as a child (despite also being the darkest i had and still have ever been in my entire life) because i cannot wrap my head around it

[creamflix]

𖦏    /mdni: age gap ( gojo is in his 40's, reader is in her 20's as a university student ). swimsuits. lots of chlorine 'n sweat. fingering. scenting [?]. random scene jump since i did not plan this much, sorry ): 

gojo satoru, at the ripe old age of 45, had come to a singular, immutable conclusion about the world: fashion was a godless pit.

he sat in his disgustingly expensive living room, squinting at his phone, trying to make sense of the endless scroll of short skirts, crop tops, and swimsuits that looked more like intricate strings of betrayal than actual clothing. "must be global warming," he muttered aloud, tossing the phone onto the couch beside him. "or everyone's just decided modesty is for losers."

and honestly? he couldn't blame them. if he still had a body like his younger self—taut and reckless and unsullied by the grim ache that came with being halfway to 90—he'd be strutting around in a speedo too. except, even now, he still looked good. better than good. infuriatingly good.

but none of it mattered. people didn’t care about the six-pack or the sharp jawline anymore. no, they cared about what his bank account looked like. how many zeros were tucked neatly behind that '1'.

and then there was you.

sweet, sunny you. who stumbled into his orbit not because of his money or his name, but because you were genuinely stupid enough to think he was funny.

poor thing.

he couldn't let you go after that. decided then and there that he’d keep you—like a pretty bird in a gilded cage, doors always wide open if you ever wished to leave.

but you hadn't. not yet.

and gojo, for all his sins, wasn't a man who believed in wasting miracles.

the front door clicked open, the sharp wet slap! of your flip-flops hitting the marble echoing through the house. he turned lazily towards the sound, propping his head up on the back of the couch, expecting you to look the way you usually did: messy hair, oversized hoodie, probably snacking on something you didn't pay for.

what he did not expect was to see you walk in wearing a swimsuit that looked like it had fought for its life to cover even an inch of you. the university pool's standard issue, right? supposed to be modest?

laughable.

the navy-blue one-piece clung to you like a desperate lover, the material slick and gleaming under the hallway lights, still wet enough to trace the delicate dip of your navel, the teasing slope of your hips.

gojo's breath hitched embarrassingly quick.

he was used to beautiful things. he'd had beautiful things.

but you—flushed from the sun, hair dripping, toes curled against the cold tile—were a whole different breed of temptation. you looked up, saw him staring, and smiled—bright, innocent, with not a damn clue about the fire you were poking at.

"hey, satoru," you chirped, tossing your towel over a chair without a second thought. "the pool was freezing."

your voice was casual, offhanded—as if you weren't currently rewriting every plan he had for the rest of the night.

"freezing, huh?" he echoed, forcing himself to sound normal, even as his eyes tracked a single bead of water sliding slowly down the column of your throat, over your chest, sinking between the soft weight of your breasts.

he swallowed. hard.

you didn't notice.

of course you didn't. you trusted him. believed him harmless, just a lazy old man nursing a midlife crisis and a wallet full of guilt.

"go shower before you catch a cold," he said, voice low, a little rough around the edges.

you pouted—a dangerous, stupid thing to do.

"but i'm so tired..." you whined, dragging yourself closer, so close he could smell the chlorine clinging to your skin. "i just wanna sit down for a bit..."

then, without thinking—without even hesitating—you flopped down beside him, soaking his sweatpants instantly, your thigh pressed against his, warm and soaked.

gojo stiffened like you'd jabbed a knife into him.

play it cool. he told himself. play it cool. be the adult. be the—

you shifted, your hip rubbing his with a casual intimacy that stripped the last ounce of patience he had left. his hand twitched, almost reaching out to grab your waist, to yank you into his lap where you fucking belonged—

but he stopped himself. barely. instead, he turned his head to you, a slow, sly smile tugging at his lips.

"you know," he drawled, voice darkening, "you keep dangling yourself in front of me like this, and one of these days, i might just take you up on it."

your eyes widened—not scared, not angry—just startled. maybe a little curious.

and that's when gojo knew he had you.

the tension was thick enough to choke on now, a crackling heat in the air between you. you weren't moving away. you weren't scrambling for distance. you were waiting.

gojo's fingers brushed against your bare thigh, featherlight, as he tilted his head, studying you like something delicate he was about to devour.

he likes to think of himself as a patient man.

he waited out assassination attempts, board meetings—hell, he even waited thirty whole years for someone to finally invent a decent low-fat ice cream. but this? this stupid, stubborn, university-issued swimsuit? this was testing his goddamn limits.

"modern fabric technology my ass," he hissed under his breath, thumbs digging uselessly against the slick material clinging to your skin like a second, infuriatingly sexy layer. it squelched wetly when he tried to peel it back— squelch! —snapped aggressively when he yanked a little too hard— snap!

you let out a soft, startled whimper at the noise, your hands flinching to your sides, clearly unsure if you were supposed to help or apologize.

and the worst part? every time the fabric stretched and snapped, it pulled at your body, hugging even tighter to the soft curves he was desperate to get his mouth on.

"it's like fighting a fucking sea monster," gojo muttered, half to himself, half into the crook of your neck, where he was already nuzzling shamelessly, breathing in the dizzying mix of chlorine, shampoo, and something sweetly, deliciously you.

you laughed, breathy and nervous, squirming against him—and jesus, the way the motion made your hips rock against his thigh—

it was a miracle he didn't just lose it then and there.

he got a good grip on you, finally, hands spanning your waist like he was meant to hold you. hoisting you up was embarrassingly easy, your thighs falling open around one of his, your bare skin sticking to his sweatpants with a nasty little schlck!

"there we go," he purred, voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble, the vibrations making you shiver in his arms. "nice and easy, baby. just sit pretty for me."

you bit your lip, eyes wide and glassy, and that look alone—trusting, needy—made his cock throb almost violently against the confines of his pants.

but there was still the matter of the swimsuit.

gojo growled under his breath, fighting the urge to just rip it in half, consequences be damned. instead, he reached between your legs, fingers tugging at the soaked crotch area, trying to pull it aside—

useless. it snapped right back into place every damn time, slapping wetly against your folds in a way that made your whole body twitch and whimper.

"hold it," he ordered finally, voice sharp enough to cut through your foggy little brain. "c'mon, baby. use those pretty fingers. hold it open for me."

your cheeks flushed bright red, but you obeyed, trembling hands slipping down, pinching the slippery fabric to the side with a soft squelk! that sent another thick wave of your scent flooding the air between you.

gojo's mouth actually watered.

he leaned down just a bit, the barest hint of wetness already slicking your thighs. "fuck," he whispered reverently, his fingers tracing the delicate, soaked folds, barely touching, making you whine and jerk in his hold. "all that for me, huh? you don't even know what you do to me, baby..."

and oh, he tasted it, tasted you in the heavy, wet air—salty with chlorine, sweet with your arousal, and something so devastatingly you that he knew he'd be a fucking addict after one taste. he grinned against your skin, wicked and slow.

"better hold it reaall tight, sweetheart," he warned, thumb dragging lazily up your slit, slicking through the mess you were already making. "because once i start, i don't think i'm gonna be polite about it."

your answering whimper, small and broken, was the last little crack his restraint needed. he shifted you higher on his thigh, grinding you down against the hard muscle, making you gasp and cling to him, your wet cunt dragging sloppy little circles against the rough fabric of his pants. the obscene sounds filled the room, bouncing off the marble walls, mixing with your breathless moans and his low, guttural praise. gojo watched you unravel, watched the way your thighs trembled and your hands slipped, struggling to keep the suit out of the way.

and when you finally looked at him, eyes pleading, mouth trembling, body so soft and willing in his hands—

he knew tonight, he wouldn't be letting you go until you learned exactly what kind of man you had decided to stay with.

it should've been criminal, honestly. but it was almost funny, in a pathetic, cosmic way—

someone like you, perched so innocently on his lap, trembling and squirming with every ruthless thrust of his fingers—while he sat back against the couch, loose-limbed and panting, looking every bit the man who had lost his mind over some university brat. 

the great gojo satoru, clan head, most powerful man alive, reduced to a panting, desperate mess, all because of you. 

he looked absolutely deranged like this, mouth open, tongue dragging up the inside of your neck with the clumsy enthusiasm of a dog who didn’t know any better, lapping at the traces of chlorine and sweat with wet slck! sounds that made your toes curl.

his fingers—god, those fingers—were pistoning into you with brutal precision, slick squelches schlk! schlk! filling the too-big, too-quiet living room, so much wetter than even he could've hoped for. he meant well, he swore he did—even as he crooked his fingers cruelly, dragging hard against the spot inside you that made you seize and sob, the obscene squelch of your cunt tightening around him egging him on without mercy.

"fuckin' hell, baby," gojo slurred against your neck, voice dripping wet with awe and hunger, "you’re makin' such a mess... you’re gonna short-circuit the damn couch." he buried his face closer, nosing at the twitching pulse of your neck, inhaling deep, shaking with the effort to not just bite down into your tender skin like some starved beast.

the smell was devastating—chlorine sharp, but overpowered by your sweet, rich sweat, thick and heady in the air until it felt like he could taste it just by breathing.

but breathing wasn’t enough. it was never gonna be enough.

your swimsuit was a pathetic little thing now, pulled aside and barely hanging onto your hip, the fabric dark and glistening where it clung to your slick skin. every messy thrust of his fingers into your tight little cunt made the ruined elastic snap! wetly against your thigh, a constant, obscene slck, schlck! filling the room like background music to your ragged little gasps. gojo could feel every twitch, every desperate little clench around his fingers—long, calloused from years of pointless paperwork and weaponized now for one thing only: you.

he should’ve been embarrassed, really, with how hard he was throbbing in his pants, with how shamelessly he was rutting his own hips up into the curve of your ass, grinding helplessly against you like a teenager—but how could he care, when you were making those pretty, broken little noises for him?

“baby, you’re fuckin’ floodin’ me,” he drawled, voice hoarse, breath ghosting over your shoulder. his forehead pressed to your temple, damp with sweat, catching the faint smell of chlorine and your syrupy sweat clinging to your skin. “keep squeezin’ me like that, i might just start cryin'.”

your clit, swollen and neglected, brushed against the heel of his palm with every roll of his hand, sending violent little shudders through your whole frame. you whined, high and desperate, hands scrabbling uselessly at the thick fabric of his shirt, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.

and fuck, if that didn't make him feral.

his thigh bounced under you with every sharp, merciless thrust, jostling your whole body in rhythm to the wet sounds of his fingers driving deeper, curling viciously inside you. the couch creaked softly under the growing violence of it—the smell of sweat, chlorine, and sex practically boiling in the air. you tried to hold the swimsuit aside again, fumbling with clumsy fingers, but you were too far gone—the slick fabric snapped back snap! against your folds, making you jolt and keen, forcing more slick to gush out around his knuckles with a lewd, messy schlck!

“aww, you’re tryin’ so hard,” he crooned mockingly, hips grinding up sharper beneath you, forcing his fingers impossibly deeper. “poor baby... can't even keep your little swimsuit outta the way for me,” he rasped, his free hand coming up to palm at your lower belly, pressing down firmly to feel every obscene squelch of his fingers plunging in and out, deeper and deeper, mixing the chlorine with the thick, syrupy gush of your cum.

you whimpered something weak and unintelligible, legs trembling, your whole body sagging against him—and god, the way you soaked him, smearing slick across his hand, his pants, the insides of your own thighs—it was filthy. so stupidly filthy he was seeing white at the edges of his vision.

he flexed his fingers again, grinding the rough heel of his palm against your throbbing clit, relishing the squelch! that answered him, feeling your cunt spasm wildly around him. "c'mon, sweetheart," he murmured, voice pure sin against your ear, "show me what you got. make a mess for me, yeah? ‘m not stoppin’ till you do."

and judging by the way your body was already locking up in his arms, teetering on the edge, shaking like a leaf—he knew you were gonna give it to him, sooner rather than later. you’d have no choice. not when he had you like this—wrecked, whining, split open on his hand with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to even think except for how good it felt to let him ruin you.

yeah, this swimsuit? he was keeping it. it was practically soaked in you already, the sharp smell of chlorine completely overwhelmed by the pure, sticky, sweet scent of your cunt. he grinned against your skin, tongue flicking lazily at your neck just to hear the way you choked on your own moan, body stiffening, that pretty belly flexing under his hand.

"fuck, angel," he whispered, voice all cracked and reverent, "you were made to ruin me, huh?"

and ruin him you would—because even now, even with your thighs trembling and your voice breaking, you were still grinding desperately against him, chasing after the pleasure only he could give, greedy and glistening and so fucking beautiful he could barely see straight.

he’d drag you down with him, into this filthy little hell he was building with his hands and mouth, and he wouldn’t let you go till you forgot there was ever a world outside this house.

[she-whatshername]

A couple in bed settling in for evening: Goodnight Dear

Their partner: Goodnight love, oh I forgot to tell you -

Me busting through their bedsheets: You Forgot to tell them about Tyrrish Men Headcanons you voted for last week, didn’t you dear?!

*Couple proceeds to scream

AN: Welcome back to another edition of Tyrrish Men Headcanons you did vote for, love languages edition. Also, you know what I found out about Love Languages, the author who wrote them is actually a controversial and, in my opinion, quite terrible person Lolol. All of this to say, I still wrote it and I like what wrote as a headcanon but damn, The more you knowww

Garrick:

What he gives: Acts of Service

This man THRIVES on helping and taking care of others

Probably has a multiple plans running in his mind at all times, with several back up plans waiting in the wings

He’s the son of the aide of the former Duke and leader of the rebellion

He’s also Xaden’s best friend, which is literally something I would put on my resume

I successfully handle Xaden and probably spared you from his wrath at one point without you knowing. Hired on the spot Lolol

He just knows what to do and just does it. If you need help with hand-to-hand, he’s already got a training schedule down and is telling you when to meet up. He also knows your schedule so he’s factored that in as well.

Would absolutely bring you breakfast in bed if you weren’t a morning person and would get you a cuppa tea at night if you had trouble going to sleep

Yeah he would make a sarcastic quip here and there to be funny about always taking care of you but he thrives off it and it gives him pride to know that he knows you so well that he can be of help to you

Like, the moment you start doing stuff that he does for you he’s like….”babe, did I do something wrong??”

Also…if we being NSFW about it…he takes his pride of acts of service from the streets to the sheets. From the Dais to the Dorms if you will. He knows what you need in all the right places

What he needs: Physical Touch

I think he’s touched starved. Hence the many mares this man has had in his stables

Though, I think it’s prolonged touches, the genuine caresses that he desires most, but is scared to act on it as the emotion of it all can be too much.

Hug. This. Man.

Hold his hand.

Just hold him in general. You probably can’t get your arms around his broad shoulders but you’ll be able to put his ego in a hug and that’s all that matters.

Put both of your hands on either sides of his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and lean in for a kiss….he’s swooning.

The scenario: After a rather tough battle with Wyvern during the RIorson House months, Garrick returns bruised and weary. You immediately suggest a bath. He resists at first. His years at Basgiath and taking an effective 90 second shower has ruined him for moments of self care. But, you promise him that you’ll be there too, taking care of him. You sit on the edge of the tub as he soaks in the water; you take your time caressing his skin with a cloth, cleansing the dirt and the pain off his body. Your nails dig into his scalp, soothing his thoughts as you massage the foams around his curls. He’s practically groaning with every touch you give him. He’s praising you in both Tyrrish and the common language, mixing the two into ineligible sentences. By the time you’re ready to apply the conditioner he’s begging you to join him, and drags you in fully clothed to hold you and show you his appreciation for your love for him.

Bodhi:

What he gives: Words of affirmation

I meant, he probably does all of them very well. But I think his words of affirmation are just unbelievable.

The way he speaks to you, its so honest, real, and genuine.

He notices details about you, and knows you well enough that when he does give you praise and recognition, its truly heartfelt.

If you change something about yourself he’s the first to notice. A little quip like “New hair, Y/N.” While you’re walking down the hall.

If you get a good grade in class he’s embracing you with, “I knew you could do it, love. You were working so hard each night. Did you miss any points? It wasn’t that history question, was it? I knew you’d get that one right.”

If you sneeze like once the next day he’s checking in asking if you’re feeling alright or if your symptoms have gotten worse.

When you take down an opponent on the mat with a newer move you’ve been rehearsing and you look over to him he’s mouthing the words “Amazing” or “perfect”

If you’re a rider he’s probably guessed your signet already because he just knows you well enough to have a good guess on what it is. “Mending, huh? I knew it; you always said you wanted to take care of others. The Healer quadrant is going to be thanking you for lightening their workload now that you’ve manifested.”

LIke WTF he’s perfect your honor

Also, this man writes letters like is POETRY. Will sneak notes or letters into your belongings. When he’s on a mission for a few days he’s writing a letter each night and giving them to you when he sees you again.

Actually, I’m going in on this one, he’s written you poetry before. And it was perfect.

What he needs: Quality time

I think he realizes the true value of spending time with someone and knowing the pain of not having enough time with those he loves.

And when you make time for him, he just glows with appreciation

Give him your full attention, eye contact. No distractions like studying or revolution planning. Go for a walk around the quadrant. Have dinner with him at the kitchen table in RIorson house.

Just you and him

The Scenario: It’s been really hard to find quality time with Bodhi since you’ve arrived at Riorson house. You’re busy tending to the wounded riders and fliers to give Brennan a break and he’s out on missions, sometimes days at a time. When he’s back, he’s making plans with Xaden and Garrick. And when he is in bed with you he’s so tired he’s falling asleep instantly, sometimes in mid sentence. So, one day when he’s getting ready to head out on another mission you say, “Let me walk you to the flight field. Just you and me, okay?” You hold his hand, or link arms together and walk. You talk about everything that doesn’t have to do with the revolution and just bask in each other’s company. You give him a long, deep kiss before he climbs up Cuir and takes off. When he arrives home, you’re waiting for him. After a welcoming and warm kiss, you two walk back down to Riorson house together, hand in hand talking about the flora, the seasons changing, how much you’ve missed him. It’s not about the mission or what happened, its you and him. You make it a priority that every mission he’s out on you walk up together and back down together. Xaden and Garrick know this too and make a point not to interrupt your time together.

Xaden:

What he gives: Giving Gifts

It’s kind of a blend of acts of service, but its rooted in giving gifts

The gifts are truly heartfelt, an their purposeful.

Just think about him and Violet. The saddle, the dagger, the weaving book the JAR OF VIOLETS. The new furniture. He loves a good gift. Did many of those gifts come with unspoken secrets that should have been discussed prior to giving the gifts yes but THAT IS NOT THE POINT MY FRIENDS. He may be physically perfect but he is a young adult male…also he’s not Bodhi who is perfection so there’s that, Lolol

What Xaden is so good at with his gifts is that many of the ones he gives to you are not extravagant, they’re sentimental. It’s the “I was thinking of you when I saw this, because you’re always on my mind” vibes.

He gifts you a new uniform when its ripped during a challenge on the mat

He’ll probably rope Garrick and Bodhi to be the delivery person of said gifts when he’s not around either.

In the quadrant, he knew that you loved to cook. You often spoke about how you would make all the meals for your family growing up and even though you were doing well at making friends, you missed your family terribly. So, he gifted you the cooking duties when he was handing out assignments to each section. You were thrilled and didn’t mind waking up early each morning. At Riorson house, you had full range of the kitchens there too. And, during a mission he acquired a copy of a cookbook from your Provence filled with recipient of local dishes, in the language your family spoke

To get a gift from Xaden, it would be the best honestly

What he needs: How much time do we have Lolol - but its words of affirmation

I’ve always wondered what Xaden was like before the apostasy. Like, was he always moody, evasive and distant?

Bet he was still was cocky smartass though.

I ask this because over the years of the apostasy, foster care, Basgiath, The Assembly, all of the things basically, he’s become a very secretive person and withholds a lot from people. For his own survival and those he’s bound to protect. With that, I think of all the ways he needs love, I think words of affirmation are an absolute must for him.

I image he’s a guy who needs to ‘see it to believe it’ and in Xaden’s case, hear it to believe it.

You can spend time with him, touch him, take care of him, and all of that will be appreciated. But if you tell him how you feel, tell him how he makes you feel…

Give him those three words…give him all the words honestly. He needs it.

We know this shadowy asshole heartthrob can throw down some words of affirmation and gives a declaration of love like no other.

Once he hears how you feel for him, once he hears your declaration of love for him….clear your calendar for the rest of time friend, he’s taking up all of it.

The scenario: You’re tired of Xaden’s elusiveness when it comes to your ‘not really, but really’ relationship. You get it, he’s a wingleader and has so much on his hands, but he’s practically tiptoeing around you. Leaving you in the dark, literally and physically from his life. You love him but outside of his status in the quadrant you know nothing about him. But, you know something is up. The way he talks with Garrick and Bodhi. His ‘now he’s here, now he’s not’ elusiveness. The way the marked ones have such high regard for him. You dont want to push him into sharing something he’s not willing to, but you just want him to know that you’re all in, no matter what. So, during one afternoon when he’s been extra elusive with you, providing another half truth on where he was for the past two days you finally snap, “Xaden. Cut the shit will you.” That stops him in his tracts. He gives you a hard stare while you continue, “I…I need you to hear me when I say I love you. I love you as the WIngleader, I love you as the rider, I love you as Xaden who kisses my forehead every night before you sneak off back to you room…and yes I know you do that thinking I’m asleep. And I know you have…secrets. And I know that they are yours to keep. Xaden, I love them too. I know nothing about them, but I love them, because they’re yours. And one day, if you trust me enough to tell me, I’ll be here. And if you don’t trust me, that’s okay too. I love all that you’ve shown me more than I fear what you hide from me. So, just remember that, okay-“ He cuts you off before you can finish with his lips against yours. His hands grasping your shoulders as if he was the only thing keeping you in place. “Soon.” Is all he whispers as he kisses you again and again, “I can’t…but soon. I promise. Soon.” You smile against his lips, and you agree, “Soon.”

Liam - In the theme of ‘soon.’ , If you enjoyed the above let me know and I will update with a part two featuring Liam.

[monetilly]

"Don't talk to me or my son daughter ever again."

She wasnt initially going to be a time traveller, my first and only idea for her was just her being an artist, no relations, no connections, honestly no story either, I had no plans to write for Turn, just thoughts of kissing the beagle boy. But during my hundredth rewatch of the show, I realized just how perfect Mulligan's tailor shop would be for an OC to lurk and it was like my third eye opened.

⊱✿⊰

As someone who's never written fanfiction before, this OC is a first of mine to actually be more than just a vague post before being sent into oblivion once a hyperfixation ended. I've been into Amrev content since elementary school, it ain't going anywhere anytime soon.

So it really was the second I saw that cunty ginger man's curls bouncing down the street in the worst color combo I've ever seen (that he somehow pulled off) and messing with Townsend, that made me go "Hold up?" And then the interrogation scene happened in all its glory and I was just eating up the sass. It led me to do some research on the man and find out he is actually fully a man of chaos (after my own heart). He's literally documented as a yapper and that his yapping is how he avoided being properly charged for shit he was blatantly doing. So I literally had no choice but to completely shift everything to find a way to write him into a story.

So he really was a trigger point for expanding on her and fleshing her out.

I'm like, 90% sure that the time traveling concept came from me thinking of him as a cringe dad using his kid's slang wrong and I thought it was funny.

The story isn't even about him but he's the reason behind so much of my decision making.

He was just meant to be a girl dad you guys. He literally gave birth to her, carried her all nine months, I was there.

[demonicnarwhale]

Here's my second part of my BFA exhibition

PART 1

And of course, song to listen to here:

あつかれSUMMER - Halcali

Places: 7 x 7 and 8 x 7 inches. Arches (90 hot press) and Strathmore paper (140 cold press). Inking, color pencils and of course, watercolor. I have them in the order of what I worked on first then last, it's also to note that the first four which are squares used Arches paper then I changed to Strathmore which is thicker and has nicer texture for watercolors. It also doesn't bend or curl the paper up as much as Arches (even if I used a thinner Arches my point still stands, Strathmore I fuck with).

Also cold press often times has bumpy texture or where you can see the paper pulp stuff while hot press is obviously much smoother, but Strathmore, at least the 140 press one didn't have that weird bumpy texture unlike other watercolor paper brands like Arches or Rives BFK. So I likey and very much suggest trying it out too!

Additions: Post it notes, fake newspaper clip thing, map, and some drawn polaroids (which I've realized don't have a vintage look to it like how I'd like, oops!!!)

Newspaper placed next to Deuce as he's a (coal) miner, or one of the remaining ones. Used newsprint for that nice tan-ish color of the paper and its thinness to give it an aged look, did the same for the bottom too

YEAAAYYYYY NAUTICAL MAP!!! (i know little about them lol but this was fun and made me actually think of some of the geography)

Some notes mainly written by PS (I still need to figure out his handwriting... writing in a different style is hard...) but then also some others. Just some lose world building or "historical" moments of the town or locations like ...

🦞🔥THE LOBSTER SHACK🔥🦞

The 1987 one was from me and my friend laughing over her going "you should put the bite of 87 from FNAF" and I thought it was way too funny to NOT do so

Tehehee AR moment... I thought it'd be cool to make a lil business card he'd give as he's a mechanic wheeeeee. (i FORGOT THE REASONING OF THE PHONE NUMBER AREA CODE THING OH MY GOD I KNOW IT WAS OFF OF A BIBLE VERSE, because i love lovemlove love bible or religious motifs/symbolism/call backs/nods to/allusion/etc) I WROTE IT DOWN ON A POST IT NOTE BUT I LOST IT!!!!!

I do remember this specific verse as I thought it worked well enough to give a hint of the overarching story of this town collapsing in on itself (but resetting soon enough).

Mark 13:32 talks about the second coming of Jesus. Wellllll mainly how no one knows when that day will be. And so, I thought it'd be neat for it to tie in to how no one in the town knows when things hit the fan. And there'll always be a reset?? I don't know how to really explain it, but my mind just went "oh haha the second coming is like a reset" when it's. NOT. but whatever go off idiot. I also looked into fictional area codes butttt 555 had been used as the go-to in the 1960s for fake phone numbers. Much to think about it but I needed to just make something up. 627 = MAR

Some drawn polaroids of the baby boy, Connor (Sharkbait son!!!) I wanted it to feel like silly photos you take with friends, family, or pets. And HK (or Trace... or Fin. I'm leaning towards HK because she absolutely adores Connor. But Fin, I feel like he'd be the type to joke about taking silly/stupid photos, so like a close up. And Trace would feel really cute to me that he subtly or takes funny looking photos of the lil one but isn't as open or "Aawwwwwwww" type yeah) took them as a "lets remember this fun time"

Full Bleeds: 15.5 x 12 inches or 12 x 15.5. Digital drawings printed out on Arches paper (quarter sheets). Full bleed meaning it ya know, has no white boarders and such

oh you KNOW MY BITCH ASS LOVES THEM SWOOPING/WAVE LOOKING EYE MOTION THING!!!!!! (and i realized that the bottom two drawings, one should be flipped so they're both framing the middle piece which is the abstracted looking mess. But oh well, the bottom one's night/space sky thing is swooping inwards clockwise but the cliffside on the right throws it off... oAURgh)

i just placed both canvases in one for the digital images here

I'm so sad that I fucked up the lines for the crosswalk I SWEAR TO GOD I HAD IT LINED UP!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED OR WHY IT'S NOT LINEDAOURUAGOJ

but anyways, i think that should be all! I had a lot of fun and anguish creating these works for this story which I've been fucking with for around 3 years. I wanted to pay some homage and a lil cheers to the Intermission, but also try to start treating this story and the characters as their own stand alone thing or like evolved??? thing?? yeah. uhhhh yeah!

I also used this semester as a means of experimenting and trying new things. I was very happy and excited to combine digital and traditional art in ways that compliment each other for each piece, but when put all together it's kinda chaotic. Controlled chaos of some sorts teheee.

This was the studio I was given (alongside another BFA student, studiomate moment lets goooo, and I'll share the progression of work in here if I have pics lol. But having cleaned it out makes me feel really sad that this semester went by so fast. My ass was here Monday - Saturday sometimes even staying late as 7-8pm which sucked to me when it got dark cuz yay bus and walking home but eh. It was still really fun joking with my friends that we should sleep over at the studios).

ALSOOOOO!!!! Should I make a separate tumblr account/blog/space for Catalyst? I've mentioned before that this story that was an AU is now turning into its own thing to me as I feel like my depictions of these characters are beginning to take their own sort of spin due to obvious reasons that they're all in a whole different setting. And because some of the characters I don't know too well or I feel that I'm not 100% -ing them with the original source material, or that it's clear these are MY versions and such, of these characters, compared to other folks.

And allowing them to become ocs would be a bit easier to work with! I think it'd be fun to watch them slowly but surely evolve (hopefully) into different characters, like a side by side where I change up certain features or personality things and whatever. Ofc I'll make it clear that they started as AU's or versions of the Intermission group but then changed to fit the story better.

It's mainly also for organization sake, but also to really emphasize me wanting the story to become its own thing.

[adidastain]

moron

90s trey parker x fem!reader (y/n)

warnings: angst, indirect sexual harassment, implied alcohol & drug use, smut (vaginal penetration), virginity loss, violence (trey gets smacked for being a a perv)

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.); the beginning is kind of rough so just bear with me. also this is a oneshot but oh my god why is it so fucking long; he looks like such a faggot in the image its so funny

word count: SEVEN THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED NINETY FOUR (7194)

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“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Trey responded, seemingly not wanting to risk getting any more messed up on another dare. His temples looked sweaty and his entire body was limp and relaxed, flush with the back of his chair. I, personally, was miles away. I was the only girl left at this party (if you could even call it a “party”; there were only about seven people at this point) and it was way too late for me to be awake. 

“What’s your ideal type?” Our friend, Dian, asked him. “Like the woman of your dreams.”

Matt laughed, keeping his eyes closed as he too was completely relaxed and almost melting into the couch. I kept my gaze on Trey, watching his lips curl into a devilish smile as he finished his thought process and formed an answer. 

“Virgin,” He said simply. Something about his tone and the way his face looked as he and the other guys laughed it out made my face burn up. Not in a good way. I wanted to shoot myself in the head.

Matt, Trey, and a few other guys all just chuckled, seemingly agreeing with each other. It was like I wasn’t even there. Granted, I barely was, and in their defense, none of them could have known that I myself had never had sex before. But I figured this was a conversation they would save for a “boy’s night.” Maybe they were too far from sober to care. 

“It can’t be that good,” Dian argued. I wasn’t entirely sure if he had actually ever had sex or not either. Not that I cared. I didn’t know him that well anyway. 

“It is,” Matt and Trey said in unison. My gaze stuck to my hands in my lap, trying to check out of the conversation and humming What’s Up? while plugging one of my ears. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to be pervy like this even while I’m around, but ever since I moved in with them, it’s been happening way more often and it was starting to get old. 

“It’s insane,” Matt said calmly, tilting his head back. “They get so worked up over basically nothing.”

“Drenched in like, two seconds,” Trey added. 

For some reason, I felt betrayed. I didn’t really care what Matt had to say; I knew he got around a lot and I’m pretty sure he thought I was lesbian anyway. Trey’s words hit me harder. We’d been friends since we were 16 and he’d stood up for me on multiple occasions, when drunk assholes at bars or parties would try to make moves on me. Maybe he just wanted to show off. He was being ignorant at my expense. 

I cracked my knuckles and tilted my head to pop my neck on either side, not getting any sense of relief or a satisfying pop in any of my efforts. I was still tense and stiff. I was still uncomfortable. 

��Dude and once you get in there… fuck, man,” Matt mumbled, hitting his fist against the coffee table. 

Trey nodded, grinning. “That’s the best fucking part-”

The blonde yelped slightly as my hand collided with the back of his head, causing his entire body to jerk forward and the room to go quiet. 

“I’m a virgin, you asshole!” I shouted, staring down at him. His eyes held a pretty intense look of shock, fear, and anger, before subtly shifting more towards a guilty, cowardly look. “Just ‘cause I live here now doesn’t mean you guys can talk about shit like that in front of me! Wait till I’m asleep or something, fuck!” 

By the time my sentence was almost over, I had tears streaming down my face. I instantly regretted hitting him, but I’d already reacted before I even thought about how I was going to react. All the nights where I went to bed irritated and just let them talk like that were just piling up and finally toppled over. My feet carried me to my bedroom before my hands slammed the door shut behind me. I paced around, waving my hands and forcing deep breaths through my nose as I cried. 

The panic came from the shock of my own reaction. I can’t believe I hit him. That was so embarrassing too, the way I’d yelled and started crying right after. They must all think I’m psycho. 

I let my hair out of my claw clip and threw it on the floor, taking deep breath after deep breath until I stopped crying and my eyes were puffy. I still very much felt that swell in my throat that threatened more tears. I was far from done crying, but I forced myself to stop before my makeup got any more fucked up and I looked like a pile of sad shit. 

Why did I even care? I lived there. It shouldn’t have mattered to me how I looked. I could kick those people out if I wanted to. They didn’t have to see my face, red, puffy and wet from tears.

“Y/N?” I heard an unmistakable voice outside my door. I knew exactly who it was. “It’s Trey, um… Can you let me in?” 

I swallowed back the remaining tears, rolling my eyes before wiping my face on the black baby tank I was wearing. I stood in the doorway as I opened the door, preventing him from taking any steps further into my space. His head immediately snapped up from looking at his feet to looking in my eyes, where he likely found the most annoyed, unamused, impatient, pissed off gaze he’d ever seen. 

“M-Matt told me to apologize,” He mumbled, looking down at his hands as they fidgeted with themselves. His blonde hair was messy and hung low over his face, partially covering his eyes and eyebrows. 

“Hmph. At least Matt can read a room,” I muttered. I knew that Trey could read a room too, it just was that, more often than not, he didn’t care to and liked to push people’s boundaries sometimes. Now was one of those rare situations where he crossed the line before Matt could stop him. 

This only made Trey more ashamed, it seemed. He laughed slightly, his face smushed into his palms. 

“It’s not funny,” I told him, crossing my arms. My heart had started beating faster since I’d stopped crying. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna cry again, if I was mad at Trey, or something else. “You’re fucking gross. All of you.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” He said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry.”

His apology still felt fake. I knew he was shit at apologizing, since it was pretty much against what he stood for, but you would think he’d be able to apologize to his best friend of almost ten years. Then again, maybe I overestimated him. 

“...Have you been crying?” Trey asked cautiously. 

“No, this is the funniest thing that has ever happened to me. YES, I’ve been crying, fucking dick,” I mumbled. “You’ve been the person I trust the most for the past nine years and suddenly that feeling is long gone. It’s kind of fucking heartbreaking, Trey. I can’t even look at you without feeling gross.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. Trey just looked down, swallowing harshly as he rubbed the back of his head. That reminded me. 

“Bet that hurts,” I said coldly. I hid the genuine concern I felt for him behind my harsh tone, not wanting him to know that I did feel guilty about hitting him. I just hoped he knew that he kind of deserved it. 

“Yeah, like a bitch,” He laughed. “Not the worst I’ve taken, though.”

“I can hit you harder,” I offered, shrugging. 

“If I say something gross will you hit me as hard as you can?” He asked me, caressing his chin as he thought. Somehow he’d managed to distract me from why I was even upset. I let him in my room and closed the door behind me, nodding in response to his question as I prepared my hand. 

“Okay, um…” he said. He sounded antsy and… excited. I was starting to feel a little better; maybe this was his way of entertaining me in order to stop me from being upset anymore. 

He did this when we were teenagers too. He’d do stupid things to himself or make fun of himself to make me laugh. Trey rarely ever confronted me about my feelings and asked what was wrong. He would just try to fix it. We were a lot closer back then; many nights I’d accidentally fall asleep against him after crying for several hours. His arms around me, hands stroking my hair, heart beating against mine…

Now we were adults and everything had to be crude all the time. The true “man” in him really started to shine through once I began hanging out with him and Matt, and eventually started living with them. I guess the fact that I was a virgin somehow never came up between me and Trey or anybody, really. I had no girl friends. 

“Hmm… You’re taking too long. I don’t wanna hit you anymore,” I stated, turning towards my door. I never wanted to hit you in the first place. 

“No, no! Wait, just wait. Hold on,” he told me, holding my forearm. He was much closer to me now, having pulled me away from the door as he grabbed me and subconsciously held me closer. I felt my cheeks turn red as he leaned in, giggling slightly, and whispered, “I bet your… I bet you would… you’d feel so good, um, wrapped… wrapped around… I don’t know.”

Trey couldn’t even get through the sentence without laughing, pausing every few words to giggle. Unfortunately, his laughter was contagious and caused me to start giggling as well. His hand moved up to my upper arm as his forehead met my shoulder. 

“You fucking dick,” I said, relaxing my hands. My arms slid over his waist to wrap around his torso. “I hate you. Don’t say shit like that again.” 

His laughter calmed and he leaned back, looking in my eyes. “I won’t. I-I am really sorry. I’m sure Matt is too. We didn’t know-”

“I know. It’s fine,” I said, almost whispering. “And I don’t really give a fuck about Matt. It’s you that I think needs to be taught a lesson.”

Trey’s face lit up slightly, his wide eyes widening further. The blonde grew a devilish smirk. “And what lesson is that? Sharing is caring? Treat others how you wanna be treated?” 

“To shut up once in a while,” I said, putting my hand over his mouth. “You might get more girls if you’re not constantly making jokes about how tight their vagina is, hm?” 

Trey scoffed. “I don’t need ‘girls’. I’ll have you someday,” he stated, poking my nose with his fingertip. 

My hand met his cheek in a lighter, but still harsh, playful slap, before I let go of him and took a step back. “Excuse me?” I laughed, feeling my face burn again. This time, in a good way. 

“The only girl I need is right in front of me,” He beamed, clear mischief present in his eyes. “And… And I know I’ve messed up a few times but I’m still waiting for her. I always have been.” 

Suddenly his tone became softer and more serious. His smile was replaced with a nervous bite of his lower lip.

Tonight was a fucking roller coaster and I felt like I didn’t have a seatbelt on. 

“Trey…” I squeaked, watching as he took a single step closer to me. 

He ignored me. “And I feel like an idiot around her. I am an idiot,” He laughed, swallowing harshly. His eyes darted around my face, looking for my reaction. I was frozen in shock. “And now I’m messing it up again.” 

“She’s here,” I said softly, holding my arms tensely. The situation was completely foreign and completely out of left field. “She misses you. E-Even though you never really went anywhere…”

I backed up against the wall next to my door. “And she feels safe with you. Even though you’re an idiot sometimes,” I said, smiling slightly. Trey laughed and came closer to me, continuing to speak as his hands carefully caressed my waist. 

“I miss her too,” He whispered, leaning closer. “And… And I wanna taste her lips so bad.” 

I felt his forehead collide with mine and his body move closer, his hands softly squeezing my torso. This was not the first time we’d been in this position, believe it or not; we just didn’t go any further. That fateful night at the club after our first day at college had been blocked out from my memory for the past seven years, until right about now.

“She wants you to kiss her,” I whispered, staring at his lips. “So bad.” 

Without much more hesitation, Trey leaned forward, just barely grazing my lips with his to see my reaction. More, I thought as hard as I could, hoping he’d be able to read my mind. His eyelids lowered and he smiled, kissing me again. 

I exhaled, not realizing how long I’d been holding my breath. My body sort of melted as he kissed me more, his right hand moving up to caress my face while his left held tight onto me, pulling himself closer. Trey kissed me gently, but with haste. 

“I guess you have a thing for virgins?” I laughed slightly, humming as he kissed me again and carefully started to lift up my shirt. I let him run his warm hands underneath the fabric and explore my body, while his mouth started to venture onto my neck and shoulders. My own hands ran through his hair, which was still slightly damp from the shower he took in the middle of the “party” he was supposed to be hosting. There was something wrong with him. 

Trey lowered his voice, moving his lips right over my ear. “Sorta. Not ‘cause they're tight or anything, though,” He explained softly, tracing small circles into my hips. “If I tell you the real reason, you can’t judge me. At all.”

He pulled away from my neck, looking me in the eyes to see if I would agree. “Talk to me,” I said, twirling a strand of his hair on the back of his neck. 

Trey leaned back in, pressing his nose against my forehead. “I just like the feeling of… like, feeling like I’m turning them to like, the dark side,” He said, laughing slightly at his word choice. “That’s a stupid way to put it, but y’know.”

“You like corruption,” I said simply, raising my eyebrows at him to tease him. Idiot. 

“...Yes,” he said, sounding slightly unsure. “Something like that.” 

“Weirdo,” I joked, pushing him off of me slightly. In reality, I sort of liked having a conversation like this with him. It made me realize how much I didn’t know about him, despite calling him my best friend for the past decade. Maybe these were the kinds of things only… more-than-friends would have.

He laughed, diving back in to kiss me while his hands worked through my hair, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. 

“Have you french-kissed before?” he asked me, barely leaving me any space to answer as he kept smothering my lips with his. 

“Yes, Trey. I’m not twelve,” I answered, not letting his tongue into my mouth despite his best efforts. I liked the feeling of him desperately trying to push through my lips, then giving up, then trying again. 

“How would I know? A virgin at 25…” He said defensively. “You might as well be Mormon at this rate.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He had a weird thing about Mormons. Maybe it was related to the corruption thing. He just laughed, grabbing my jaw with his whole hand so he could stick his tongue in my mouth. Fuck. Fucking dick caught me off-guard. 

I let him explore my mouth with his tongue, the muscle warm and wet; he tasted like tequila. It was fucking intoxicating. 

Unfortunately, my reaction to the sensation was much more vocal than I wanted it to be. I softly moaned in bliss, his mouth attached to mine as the noise escaped me. I felt him smile and open his mouth up wider, encouraging me to take my own turn exploring his mouth. Trey’s hand slid down from my jaw onto my neck, softly grasping my throat and applying little to no pressure, just holding it. I was unsure whether he genuinely wanted to treat me like glass or if he was just holding back his violent urges and secretly wanted to choke me. 

“I’m not having sex with you, by the way,” I stated, pushing him away by his chest. I tried to ignore how his lips glistened from the excessive amount of saliva built up from our exchange. His face was flushed and his eyes looked slightly sad, but tired, and definitely not sober. 

“Why not?” he asked, whining. I pushed past him, taking a look at myself in the mirror. My shirt had ridden up to the middle of my ribs, my hair was messy, makeup smudged, neck and shoulders decorated with a few small bruises that I could only blame on one person. Thanks a lot, dick, I thought, scoffing. 

“‘Cause you’re gross,” I stated, leaning against the edge of my bed while putting a hoodie on to cover my freshly assaulted shoulders. I pushed myself up so I was fully sitting as Trey came closer to me and got down on his knees. 

“What if I let you sit on my face?” He asked, giving me puppy eyes while his hands caressed my calves. His touch was gentle and gave me butterflies. 

“Tempting,” I hummed, tapping my bottom lip with my index finger. I ran my hand through his hair, as if he was about to suck my dick or something. I laughed to myself as I imagined this. Trey Parker, on his knees, sucking silicone cock. “What if you suffocate?”

“I’ll die in bliss,” He stated, tilting his head back as he reveled in the feeling of my fingers in his hair. He was really determined. I could tell that he probably wasn’t gonna give up either. Too bad, though. I wasn’t finished teasing him yet. Munch.

“You’re disgusting,” I said, raising my eyebrows matter-of-factly and flicking him in the forehead. I swung my legs to the side, standing up off the bed next to where he was kneeling. I started towards the door, waiting to hear him scramble to his feet and stop me in my tracks. He was too predictable. 

“I’ve been wanting this since we were in 10th grade,” He told me, grabbing my wrist before I could open the door. “I’ll be gentle,” he added, waiting for my response. “I promise.” 

“I believe you,” I said. “I trust you. You’re just not quite what I imagined for my first time.” I gave him a passive-aggressive smile of sympathy. I was full of shit, of course. Thinking about it, the only person I would ever want to take my virginity was Trey. I thought that maybe I’d been subconsciously saving it for him this entire time without even realizing. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked, clearly offended. He laughed it off, but his face told a different story. His cheeks were wildly flushed and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. Was I really that convincing?

I rolled my eyes, kissing him softly. “I was joking, moron,” I said, locking my bedroom door. 

It was then that he looked at me with probably the most awestruck, wide-eyed gaze I’d ever seen from him, his pupils having blown three sizes once I pulled away. I simply giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him again. “You have to tell me the password.”

“Password?” He asked, laughing. “Pussy password?”

“Yep. You’ll never guess it,” I stated, running my hands gently down his body. 

Trey took a moment to think, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph McCarthy,” He guessed. My face turned red. 

Fuck.

“You can’t beat me, Y/N. I’m always five steps ahead of you,” He laughed, hooking his hands under my knees to lift me up and carry me to my bed, which was a complete disaster as blankets, sheets, clothes and pillows were strewn in every direction. 

“How the fuck did you guess that?” I whispered rhetorically, so shocked that I didn’t even register that he was now on top of me, having laid me down right where I usually sleep. 

“You only said it like, a million times over the whole two weeks when we were reading The Crucible in English. D’you still think that’s the funniest thing ever?” He teased me, straddling my hips. I suddenly felt fatally nervous being under him. Maybe I didn’t want this. “I figured it would either be that or ‘San-Fransican Kegflip’-” 

“Stop,” I choked out. “Stop for a second.” 

Trey paused, confused for a fraction of a moment before shutting his mouth and moving to the side. I bent my knees, closing my legs and covering my face with my arms. I felt like I was going to cry again. For some reason, the idea of finally losing my virginity had me about ready to shit myself, I was so scared. I trusted Trey, of course, but this was just… so new. What if he sucked in bed and I was overestimating him? That would be funny, but it would probably make for the worst virginity story anyone had ever heard. You waiting ten years to fuck your best friend and it wasn’t even good? Just shoot me in the head, why don’t you. 

“Sorry,” I laughed, feeling my body start to tremble. 

“Don’t be, hey,” He said softly, scooting closer to me. “You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do this. Even though I totally guessed the pussy password right on the first try.”

I could hear the boastful smile in his voice, causing me to smile too. He couldn’t see it. “Shut up,” was all I could think to say.

I could sense that he’d shut his mouth and backed off. “...Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

“No,” I answered quickly. “Please don’t.”

My body shot upward, facing him. My hands held his arms, caressing the warm skin and toned muscle as he looked at me with patient eyes. My own were welling up with tears as my entire body vibrated. 

“I’m scared,” I laughed, pulling his arm as I laid back down. Trey climbed on top of me again, caressing my face and neck. I felt the lump in my throat swell as he kissed my forehead and cheeks. 

“Am I scary?” He asked me, his voice soft. He didn’t make any further advances, he just kissed me a few times and held my hands. 

“You wish you were,” I laughed, grinning as I found the courage to touch him again. My hands rested on either side of his neck, rubbing the soft, freckled skin of his jaw and shoulders. “I just wanna get this over with.”

“You really don’t have to do-”

“No, let’s do it,” I said, taking a deep breath. “It’s been long enough. I think we’re way past the point of no return anyway.”

I sat up, pulling him into a kiss, until he gently pushed me away by my waist, looking me deep in the eyes. 

“Are you sure-”

“Please fuck me, Trey,” I whispered slowly. “Make me bad.”

The blonde just sat there, our faces inches apart, his eyes wide and absolutely dumbfounded. I wasn’t sure why he was surprised. Maybe ‘cause I smacked him twenty minutes ago for talking about wanting to take someone’s virginity. 

“You can still change your mind,” he sighed, obliging and laying me down while pulling my hips up so my ass rested on the top of his lap. I could see the smirk he was trying so hard to contain. “Let’s get these off first.”

I lifted the humongous hoodie up and over my head, looking up as Trey got to work at my skirt and underwear. He removed them pretty easily, lifting my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. I had to admit, the sight was something straight out of one of those movies. Him, still fully clothed in a snug gray T-shirt that did wonders for his chest and arms, and me, pantsless with my legs propped up on his shoulders and my bare fucking vagina on full display. 

I thought I could see Trey’s eyes intentionally avoiding the area as his warm hands slid up the sides of my body from my freshly bared hips. He remained focused on my still clothed chest, my shirt riding up higher and higher as he massaged my torso. “Here,” He hummed, moving my legs so that they were wrapped around his hips. 

My mind was pretty much blank as I stared at our hips, my naked crotch only inches away from his own clothed one. I was interrupted however, by a soft pair of lips pushing against my jaw so my head would tilt back. 

“You look really pretty,” he mumbled sweetly, kissing my throat with basically no pressure. I hummed in bliss, running my fingers through his hair. I then laughed, realizing the irony of the situation. I’d basically just had a panic attack right before he came into my room, and now he was on top of me, telling me I looked pretty.

“Just ‘cause I trust you doesn’t mean you can lie,” I grinned, sliding my hands up his biceps and underneath his sleeves, lightly squeezing the muscle as it flexed at my touch. 

“You’re so-” Trey started, a teasingly annoyed tone in his voice. “Just be quiet.” 

I pulled him in for a kiss again, gently tugging on his hair. I heard him groan softly, causing my body to heat up. I’d gone further than I ever had with anyone at that point, especially once he took his shirt off. 

He wasn’t exactly fit but he was definitely muscular. Light brown hairs covered his upper chest and trailed all the way down into his pants. I could see the waistband of his plaid boxers sticking out from under his jeans, held snugly to his hips by an old black belt. At that point I don’t think I was able to form coherent words anymore. I was too nervous to encourage him to keep going, but I was too excited to tell him to slow down. 

“Are you okay with this?” he asked me, sitting up against his heels so his body towered over mine. His right hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, while his left held a gentle grasp on my thigh. I nodded, swallowing harshly. I could see him blushing, the sight giving me a little more confidence. Enough to tease him some more. 

“Are you nervous?” I asked him, propping myself up on my elbows before he pushed me back down and started kissing my neck. 

“About what?” he asked, huffing slightly. I held onto his broad chest, massaging his shoulders and tracing each muscle and bone. 

“Taking my virginity,” I answered. “This isn’t your first time doing someone during their first time, is it?” I acted as though taking someone’s virginity was just as infamous as losing it. 

Trey chuckled, pulling my shirt up. “If it weren’t you underneath me, I think I’d feel better. Sit up,” he said. I obeyed him, allowing him to pull my shirt off completely, exposing the little pink lounge bra I’d been wearing all day. He held my neck and kissed my forehead as I reached behind my back to undo the clasp and slide it off my shoulders, rendering me completely naked beneath him. 

Now the nerves were back. I swallowed harshly, staring down at his hips as he undid the buckle of his belt, moving one hand to rub slowly up and down my stomach as the other pulled the leather strap out from the confines of his jeans. His head was tilted down, all of his focus devoted to the task of getting his pants off. 

Suddenly, his eyes met mine, and he smiled shyly. Fucking Christ. 

I remembered the night we went to prom. I wasn’t his date and he wasn’t mine; he had his own date, but he and I showed up together, since we only lived three houses away from each other. I recalled the moment I opened my front door to see him at my doorstep, wearing a white suit with black pants and dark green accents. I told him he looked nice, and he smiled shyly. I guess we were both a lot more innocent back then. 

“You okay?” He asked, stroking my knees. I’d zoned out and not realized that he was just in his boxers now, waiting for my permission to proceed. I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. Trey noticed, smiling slightly. 

“Is it cool if I, um, finger you? For like, prep?” He asked me, adjusting his boxers slightly. 

“What are you gonna do if I say no?” I asked, smiling. 

“Fuck off, I dunno,” he laughed. 

I sat up and kissed him, pushing his chest so that he’d lay back, but he just took the kiss and grabbed my hand, confused. “What are you doing?” 

“I’ll be on top,” I offered. “That way you don’t have to keep stopping to ask if I’m okay.”

“That is not how it works,” he laughed, raising his eyebrows. “But go ahead.”

He laid back against my pillows, half sitting up with his head and shoulders against my headboard. Trey watched me intently as I crawled on top of him, unsure of what to do with my hands as I moved. I felt like I was put in a spotlight, shyness overcoming me as my eyes met his. He just stared at me with a soft, awestruck gaze, his hands lightly stroking my thighs. 

My hair fell in front of my face as I leaned down to kiss him, my shoulders tense as I propped myself up with pin-straight arms to keep my weight off him. I felt him smile in the kiss, chuckling as his hands moved up to my hips and caressed my ass ever so slightly. 

“You can sit on me, you know,” he said, looking up at me. Trey pulled my hips closer, lifting his own up slightly to shift his position and make himself more comfortable, holding in part of a grunt. “Just relax. Stop if you need to.”

“You’re not making me very bad right now,” I stated, kissing his throat. “Are you stalling?”

“I think you’re stalling, sweetheart,” He countered, tugging my hips into his again, harsher this time. My heart skipped a beat at the action and the fire in my stomach practically exploded. “I would have finished with you twice by now. Maybe three times.”

He was finally starting to get impatient. For some reason, deep down, I liked the idea of him rushing me. Just imagining it caused my adrenaline to kick in and my heartrate to pick up.

I took a deep breath, nerves building up again. Without looking, I held my breath, pulling the waistband of his boxers down just enough for his cock to slide out and present itself to me. I heard Trey gasp, seeming genuinely surprised. 

This was happening. 

“I-I don’t have condoms,” I said, swallowing harshly. 

“I do,” he huffed, his breath having picked up in pace. “In my bedroom.”

Fuck. I didn’t want him to have to go get them and I certainly wasn’t going to go fetch them myself. I weighed my options as quickly as my brain would allow; either risk getting caught and interrogated, or risk getting pregnant. Humiliation, or bearing my best friend’s child. Only one of those options could be truly reversed. 

“It’s fine,” I shook my head, fixing my hair. I stared at his stomach as he breathed rapidly. 

“You sure? I can go get them real quick-”

“I trust you,” I told him, tracing small circles in his hips. His body shivered, before he sat up, causing the muscles in his abdomen to flex. Trey leaned in close, his lips grazing my ear. 

“I’m dead fucking serious, Y/N,” he whispered. “Are you sure? 100% sure?”

I nodded quickly. I really was. I really wanted him. The past nine years had been taunting me all night. “I trust you.”

Trey looked in my eyes, searching for any twitches or other movements that might hint at me lying, but he found none. I gave him a look of longing, my eyelids low as I looked from his eyes, to his lips, to his body, and back up again. 

“Let me get on top,” he whispered. 

Without hesitation, I listened to him, holding his torso as he crawled on top of me once again, his hair tickling my face. His head was tilted down, staring intently at his piece which he took so much care to prepare, stroking it slowly. 

I knew what was about to happen. I knew how it was going to feel, and I dreaded it. I’m sure this wasn’t new at all, either. According to him and Matt, this was the best part.

“It’s gonna sting,” He said, swallowing harshly. He looked incredibly nervous. Possibly more than me. Why? “I’m gonna try to be gentle.”

I just nodded. Holy fucking fuck shit fuck holy fuck. It was finally happening. For real. Literally. It was actually literally happening. He was about to be inside of me. What the fuck. 

I put my hand over my eyes, holding my breath as I felt him shift, waiting for the pain to start. 

Trey lowered my hand, placing it on his arm. “I want you to see,” He whispered, kissing my forehead. “Breathe.”

I felt like I could cry and I wasn’t even in pain yet. Maybe it was the fact that the man I trusted so much and felt so safe with was making me feel extra safe in such a dangerous, foreign situation. Then I started to feel it. 

A wince left my throat pretty much immediately after he started pushing in. It felt like I was being ripped in half by the legs. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, kissing my neck and all over my cheek. 

He paused, giving me a bit of a break to adjust. I held my palms over my face as tears welled up in my eyes. No wonder I waited till I was 25.

It wasn’t long before he started moving again, slower than fucking molasses, until he bottomed out. Trey propped himself up on his elbows, kissing my neck again. 

“I bet you’d feel so good wrapped around my cock you pretty virgin whore,” He said in a dumb voice. I laughed, partially crying through it. It still hurt to move, despite Trey’s efforts to soothe me through gentle kisses all up and down my neck while he traced circles into my hips. 

“I definitely would have smacked the shit out of you,” I said, my voice breaking. 

“Well, I was right, so,” He bragged, grinning like a cocky piece of shit. Douchebag. 

“Don’t test me, Parker,” I warned him. “Once I can move without splitting in half, you’re a dead man.” 

He cocked his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’ll keep that in mind later when you’re begging me to stop teasing you,” he mumbled, kissing me. 

I stopped arguing, just reveling in the feeling of his lips on mine. That was a much better feeling than the sharp pain in my hips, which actually, was starting to feel a little less intense. I opened my mouth for him to slip his tongue into once again, hoping he would start moving by himself without me having to ask him to. 

Trey groaned slightly, kissing me harder. My legs wrapped carefully around his waist, attempting to pull him closer without fucking up the more comfortable position I was already in. My prayers were answered and the idiot took the hint, slowly drawing his dick out, and even more slowly, pushing it back in. 

“Pull my hair,” he mumbled quickly, leaving my lips for my neck. Now his nose was right up against my ear and I could hear every single breath he drew in and pushed back out. They were strangled, like he kept holding in inhales and exhaling in short, harsh breaths. My fingers worked their way from the base of his neck, moving upward to gather as much hair between them as I could, and clenched my fist as tight as possible. Trey whimpered; it was high-pitched and almost girly. If I didn’t hear it again in the next few seconds I would die. 

Without telling him, he had already sort of picked up the pace, burying his mouth into my neck and shoulders. I felt his hand press flat against the lower part of my stomach, applying light but very noticeable pressure to the area as he continued to fuck me. 

“If you were any tighter I think my dick would lose circulation,” He huffed, looking at me. I could see his temples glistening from sweat. 

“If you were any bigger I think I would fucking die,” I countered, resting my head back to look at the ceiling. His lips had left damp spots on my neck that started to feel cold, giving me chills. 

“I think you might be the best I’ve had,” he whispered, mumbling into my neck. His voice carried so much passion. I felt like crying again. No surprise there. 

“Same,” I grinned. “You’re the only one I’ve had.”

“Can I go faster?” he asked, ignoring me. 

I nodded, holding his head close to me. I stared at the ceiling, my entire body rocking slightly as Trey’s hips collided with mine again and again. My eyes fell shut as he started moving faster, and inevitably deeper. 

He was a lot less vocal than I’d hoped. Likely because he didn’t want us to get caught and/or interrogated. Plus, I knew how loud Matt could be at times… in fact out of the two I only ever recalled hearing Matt. 

Without even realizing, my back arched upward as the most electrifying wave of pleasure shot through my entire body, causing me to gasp and moan at an unfortunate volume. Trey had sent a harsh, pointed thrust into me, hitting that infamous spot with great force and friction. 

“Mm-hmm,” He hummed, acting like he knew I would react that way. Embarrassment washed over me at the vulgar noise that had just erupted from me, but there wasn’t much I could do to protest except bite the back of my hand while Trey fucked me harder and harder, pushing similar sounds out of me. 

“Fuck, fuck… fuck… Trey- mmnh,” were just a few things among the obscenities that erupted from my throat as he just pushed me closer to the edge. 

“You’re doing so good,” He whispered, kissing a spot under my ear that gave me goosebumps. 

I pulled his hair again, hoping to earn another one of those ridiculously pathetic sounds that was burying so deeply within him. His hair was soft and slid so nicely between my fingers; the feeling and scent were almost enough to make me cum right then.

I tugged on a chunk of his hair, causing him to whimper again, then causing me to arch my back as I felt my orgasm rushing through my body, and then causing him to fuck me faster still. 

I think I saw my entire life flash before my eyes once I felt his middle and ring fingers dip between my legs and rub circles against my clit, pressing on it and pinching it ever slightly. The high hit me like a bus and I shoved my wrist into my mouth, crying out his name as my body twitched and the knot came undone within me. 

“So… pretty… fuck-” he groaned, his rhythm faltering to a stutter as he started to get close too. A sharp pain struck my lower half as he quickly pulled out and came all over my hips and thigh. That worked out nicely, except now my sheets are fucking sticky and I’m covered in this fuckwad’s children. 

I thought it was incredible how, even though this guy managed to make me scream his name in a way that you’d only hear in special types of movies, I still managed to think of him as a worm. No brain and no spine (occasionally). I still loved him, of course. No matter how much I hated him. He was still my Trey. 

“Aren’t you just the tidiest?” I said sarcastically, catching my breath. I ran my fingertip through some of his spill, rubbing it between my fingers. It was hot and sticky, but sort of… silky. It was weird and I liked it a lot. Especially since it was his. 

“Shut up, woman. Jesus,” he huffed, laughing. 

There was a knock at my bedroom door. “Y/N? Trey? You guys okay?” It was Matt, inebriated. 

I looked at Trey, fear in both of our eyes, until I spoke up, “You know what, fuck you! You’re a piece of shit pig! I don’t even know why I moved in with you in the first place!” 

Trey’s face only read as pure shock as I spoke, but it worked, and Matt walked away. “Wow, okay. I guess not,” He’d said. 

“You’re a good actor,” Trey told me, brushing my hair out of my face. 

“Hmm, I guess. But you don’t want me anymore, do you?” I said jokingly, pouting. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked, grinning. 

“‘Cause I’m not a virgin anymore,” I said, giving him the biggest doe eyes I possibly could. 

“Oh, oh, right. Yeah, that does change things,” He said, biting his finger. “I think I’m about finished with you know. Goodbye!” 

He sat up to leave the room, until I whacked his arm and pulled him back down next to me. I knew he was joking. He knew he was stuck with me forever. 

“You can’t go bragging to everyone just yet,” I told him. “Slow down.”

Trey scoffed. “I’m not telling them jack. All they’ll do is ask questions that I won’t answer.”

“They have to find out eventually,” I said. 

“Says who?”

“Says God,” I shrugged in a nothing-I-can-do-about-it sort of manner. 

“God is dead,” Trey said, grimacing. 

I grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. “You’re never getting rid of me, Trey Parker.” 

“That’s fine with me,” he said, pulling me in for another kiss. 

[jordanraye47]

Izzy headcanons that aren’t an entire fic🔥

Answers scam callers the best way possible “hi welcome to Pete’s roadkill pizzeria where yesterdays loss is todays sauce, how may o help you?” Like that’s her duty

Considering she’s a literal famous actor, she probably has a social media accounts, and even though she rarely posts, when she does, she’s on the damn edge of being canceled.

^ “damn getting arrested for no reason🔥 guess orangre really is the new black”

Speaking of spelling mistakes (no I don’t know how to spell organge), she has dyslexia.

She’s not th favourite kid we could all tell.

Regardless of how much she smiles normally, she can not for the life of her smile for pictures. So 90% of the time her pictures looks like an alien that hasn’t quite figured out where they are, or just a thumbs up.

Thst or that stupid Lin manuela (I think that’s his name) pose.

Speaks crazy many languages, including ASL

She has very good curls, just doesn’t care to take manage them (yes this is me being desperate for representation of girls with curly hair that doesn’t know how to mangene them)

That and the reason she wears the bathing cap is because chlorine FUCKS UP curly hair oh my gosh soaking from experience 🙏

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Scarlett is her older sister.

dicorced nightgown porch cigarette mom and Texan truck motel dad that doesn’t give a shit what their kids do.

Always slightly thrown off when someone is nice to her bushes so used to Noah and Eva’s “mean love” or whatever you call it.

This girl did NOT have friends in school she BIT the other students

Favorite subject is art and sience (I have dyslexia you stuf don’t correct me)

So smart and also so stupid ^ “so what’s the square root of 589 iz?” “24.269.” “ok so do you think Pluto should be considered a planet?” “No of course not he’s a dog. Did you not watch Mickey Mouse”

“Parents got confused and chose daughter on anti-psychotics”

deadass i think her pshycosis is a genuine problem to her but it’s so easy to take it as a joke so she just goes along. (Read “artificial lawns” on AO3 by necrosys its very well explained there)

Has THE most vile t-shirts ever and she wears them in public with a pair of long ads jorts like she’d Adam sandler

Like these <33 - she lives on a farm it’s true she told me

She’s actually pretty funny she just can’t tell a joke without laughing at it herself

She is banned from the kitchen in every kitchen in the world

Izzy Cody and Duncan would be such a fucked up trio I’d love them

I got this from @kijosakka but she’s a really good braided us give her like 20 minutes.

Still has all her baby teeth in a jar

I wanna write some angsty ones so bad but I’m not putting you guys through all that.

I truly believe that Heather and Izzy used to be so good friends but after Heather got a teste of sweet popularity she didn’t hesitate to leave Izzy behind.

She has a secret room in her room

Snacks on yogurt and frozen fruit

She’s covered in freckles so badly like it’s top to toe

Can raise one eyebrow

her mother or herself are the only ones that cut her hair

^ and she has probably never been to a proper hairdresser

That’s all i have for today don’t forget to like and subscribe if you want morir epic content 🔥🔥

[rosenclaws]

💖👉👈💖 For Logan. Perhaps? Would greatly favor the Worstie but would any that matches the vibe the most.

1) . I'm quiet, introverted and reserved to a point that strangers can think im stotic and apathetic but my friends and family know I just like to observe and enjoy the moment. And even while people close to me also say it's hard to get a read on me they also know I can be silly, clearly express my feelings loud and clear without saying a word, commit to the bit, be a bit of a yapper,be loud (thanks lack of volume control bc undiagnosed ADHD and being mexican) and have a left field, deadpan, at time vulgar sense of humor.

Like a stranger would not think I would tolerate much less enjoy Deadpools humor at first glance.

2.) I flunked/dropped out of college (it was a bad miracle-> would've been baby nurse in the beginning of pandemic), I'm now finishing up my associates and going to transfer to my Bachelors in Cellular and Molecular Biology. Funny enough when I explain how a good chunk of my major is dealing with cells and genetics people as if comic books especially the sci fi inspired ones inspired my intrest but no I explain i am a nerd and read science articles about the weird bugs and features of the human body they discover. [We discovered that humans have the gene to regrow teeth but its deactivated].

3.) I love taking naps and I also love taking naps with others like friends and family. I also take them very seriously and maximize comfort as much as I can, like when it comes to my bed and my bedding I try for maximization of softness and comfort. I noticed that people who nap with me more often than not comment how good their sleep was. It like at a 90% happening rate.

Love your writing and as a member of the small titty community. Muawahhh chefs 💋 on that fic.

Worst Logan my love <333

You're 100% Wade's friend first and that's how you first meet Logan. Logan is confused at first because you're very quiet and don't seem like the type to even want to be near Wade but once the party goes on you start to break out and all Logan can think is. Oh god another one. You clock Logan immediately at the party. You take your time watching him and trying to get a read on the guy. Wade told you a little bit but not much and its clear Logan is kind of the opposite of Wade personality wise but from what you know they share a lot in common too.

At first he rolls his eyes just like he does with Wade but he finds himself smiling more and actually laughing sometimes. Wade throws a fit because Logan doesn't laugh at his jokes. But you help bring Logan out of his initial guarded nature, just a little bit.

I think even though you didn't become interested in biology because of mutants and sci fi stuff you'd still love to study Logan. I mean Wade is already such an interesting subject but knowing that Logan was the source of Wade's powers was fascinating. He's a walking mutant mystery with his healing factor and claws. He doesn't really like talking about it but he'll let you prod just a little bit. Oh and Laura, can't forget about the fact that she was engineered from his DNA. The whole weird family are amazing to just study.

Worst Logan loves naps. He just loves laying on a bed and falling asleep. He would want to curl up next to you and nap anytime you want. He doesn't get a lot of sleep at night sometimes so napping is his saving grace. He does in fact sleep better next to you and he starts to just seek you out when he gets tired. His arm is like a weighted blanket.

[megamind2010]

ask meme ! 1 (but since theres art of nell already, this is more aimed at details that might not get depicted or arent obvious, if any!), 5, 8, 9

eeeeeeeeee thank you for liking my ladybug 🥰🥰

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

she's prettyyyyyyy 🥰 her beautiful nose and freckles... her big eyebrows...  her curls... her little lashes... so many details i love about him. extremely hard to pinpoint a single favourite cuz i like everything about him so much. hummmm.... im a big fan of their eyes i think theyre very recognisable and that little lower eyelash really makes me go Ohh thats a ladybug!

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

✋I AM THE ARBITER OF MY OWN LIFE CHOICES❗

big fan of independence and autonomy he realllyyyyy hates decisions being made for him. funny to refer to it as a "hill to die on" cuz its this kind of independence that does lead to her tragic end... alas...

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

necklace that used to belong to her mother which is like a little pocketwatch style timepiece on a chain that opens into a locket with a picture of nells parents inside. she found it a little bit after her mum died while cleaning the house (during her dad's horrible depression era) and kept it without telling her dad... if he noticed it was missing he never said anything. she doesn't wear it but she keeps it by her bed and holds it every now and then

something they own that they dont like Do you mean casey JOKINGGGGGGGGGGG hhmmmmm tricky question. nell is in most aspects of their life a pretty practical person but they do have a torturous sentimental streak... i guess this one isnt so much "don't like" as "don't like looking at", but the picture that was in that locket. nell took it out but didnt throw it away because looking at her parents in love was doing horrible things to her head and she feels too guilty to put it back in now years later

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

vastly prefers cold to hot. loves wearing long sleeves (see: his standard and hero outfits) and loves having 4 blankets piled on top of him at night. good thing he lives in gotham which is miserably rainy 90% of the year. suffers quietly in summer but just really........ really hates being too hot

[not-souleaterpost]

ENTP CRONA DUMP

Not going back on my word, just forgot to post a dump of "ENTP Crona" stuff I planed to just post all at once in a year, but after trying to stop doing stuff like that, I just thought I post what I had and be done with it.

, the thing even I don't really find funny, but I think I have to do it to get it out and book end it. A lot of it isn't really funny, some of it may sound a bit edgy or abrasive, but it's just in good fun, still putting it under the "keep reading thing" because of the amount and shittyness of the "content" Enjoy or yeah...sorry

ENTP Crona experiencing a soul rejection, screaming in agony because of not being able to deal with figuring out if "video games are art" or "video games aren't art" is the more contrarian oppinion at the moment

ENTP Crona reading shizophrenia symptoms on google "Wow, he is literally me"

ENTP Crona fleeing into the desert, going down a hole to cry

Ragnarok "Wait, the cow already killed Medusa a year ago, why we doing this bitch shit again?"

ENTP Crona "I posted a deliberately controversial and edgy meme into the group chat again, when they all see it, I wont be able to deal with how angry everyone will be..."

Soul: "You cant just nonstop spam shit on the internet, people will think you don't have a life"

ENTP Crona: "But I kinda don't..."

Soul: "Still writting on every single subject for 10 hours straight must be tiring and exhaustive, take a break"

ENTP Crona: "But I wrote everything in the last 5 minutes

Soul: "Heh, dont like partys either? Guess reading the room can be stressful even for somebody as cool as me sometimes-"

ENTP Crona "No, I can read it just fine, just then choose to say the thing that sets the roof on fire and regret it five seconds later.

ENTP Crona trying to figure out if Maka subscribes to the theory that Holden is a child abuser himself in "The Catcher in the Rye", only if yes, to arguee that not even the creep teacher was one and it is a misreading, and its actually about idk, read it in school so cant even come up with an explantion.

ENTP Crona trying to cheer up a crying Maka, after she got made fun of for liking bad music by Soul

"No, I like Speeding bullet 2 heaven too! Well except the Beavis and Butthead skits, even I am not that contrarian"

ENTP Crona curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, not able to face the world, cause liking Ringo Star is to mainstream now but changing to hating him is just too painful...

ENTP Crona after everyone gets confronted with their lives just being fiction

"Well actually I prefere the anime ending"

But after mostly everyone agrees

"But, actually the manga works in a certain way afterall-"

ENTP Crona during the anime only scene where Maka and Crona talk about Maka's mom - its the same scene lol, remember those 4th wall breaking snide comments Crona barely managed to not blabber out loud lol

ENTP Crona "Marvel movies were allways bad"

Marie "Oh you aren't dumb and incompetent!"

ENTP Crona "Why did it took me 8 hours to put together the IKEA table?"

Marie "Oh dont be to hard on yourself, screwing in the table legs upside down could happen to anybody!"

Maka confronting Medusa: I'm here to save ENTP Crona and Mary!

Medusa: Nah, they both are still stuck in the maze going in circles

ENTP Crona after a tourist asks for directions in Death City: "I'll be honest, even though I am living here for years now, I myself cant deal finding my home without google maps"

ENTP Crona "I'm the Joker, baby! (Jared Leto version)"

ENTP Crona "-oh so a glorbo, or smol bean, cinamon bun is a charachter like Paulie from the Sopranos!"

ENTP Crona after trying to read "Finnegans Wake" "Damn, thats how high I still have to climb..."

ENTP Crona watching X:RA "Wow, I actually get 90 percent of the wordplay! This show is great!"

MGMT Patty : "Time to pretend..."

*ENTP Crona visualising all the different ways to take out and kill the people around*

Ragnarok "And I thought I was the psychopath! We aren't even eating souls anymore, whats guipi wrong with you?

ENTP "Grocery shopping is boring and I thought about the 3 different storys I'll never write down enough for one hour..."

ENTP Crona "-and that's why the metodology that is used to diagnose diseases by only relying on a checklist of data points that may have many different origin points is flawed

Stein "I am the doctor with 10 years experience, take your antibiotics prescription and get out!"

Stein, litting a cigarete after ENTP Crona goes out after apologising "Damn, the kid may be right, shit..."

ENTP Crona be like "Actually, I think Epstein is still alive"

ENTP Crona "Yeah Myerrs brigs and Horrorscopes are the same... Because they both actually are describing something and aren't completly wrong, if you know you know...

ENTP Crona actually getting a tatoo even though it is a stupid thing to do in general, because thats the only way to remember Maka's birthday. Cause aint nobody remembering more than 4 digits...

ENTP Crona using all experience and time to reflect, to start a dramatic uplifting speech that leads into Maka defeating the Kishin with a punch- Ah wait thats just what happened in the anime again lol

ENTP Crona: "I wore a dress for most of my life, yet that is not as embarassing as riding on an electric scooter"

ENTP Crona "Oh ofcourse I'm to scatterbrained and lazy to actually finish a webcomic, that's why I included an in universe callout by a charachter, so I will stay motivated out of spite and want of being better than those, proving the mean pixels wrong!"

ENTP Crona: -the setting being the aftermath of a nuclear testing site is a brilliant synedoche of our society pre and post world war 2, how the atomic age is nearly unrecognisable, being both so much more advanced that previous incarnations do not even look human in retrospect, while exagerating ourselfs into cartoon versions of ourselfs do to paranoia and stereotypes, shared faster and faster, that we soak up like Sponges, being the perfect worker and consumer in one - in a way thats Rock Bottom, the breakdown of communication, only restored by recognising the humanity of the other, even if they look at us with even more potent disgust than we already do.

Maka: Wait, I thought these iceberg videos were just supposed to list of fun facts and triva about Spongebob

ENTP Crona: What gave you that idea, Maka?

TERF Maka: I STILL hate J K Rowling

EC: "Borat is racist-"

M: "No the joke is that he exposes the prejudices of the common american person-"

EC "against Kazakhstanis"

M: "No no- wait... you are right..."

EC: "If MF Ghost was with the culture, it would have used Phonk instead of Eurobeat"

EC: "Where the fuck is Marioh Judah?"

*EC annoys excalibur into quitting*

EC :"Im like prince, everybody thinks In gay but actually im homophobic-"

EC: "Non-cellular phones actually had their purpose - like if somebody called them, you would either know nobody is home, or the person who answered could either inform you where the one you are calling is if you didnt reach the person or just find them - also the fact it was in the same spot ment nobody lost it and could allways find it when needed and it never ran out of battery, also-"

M: "If you don't like the phonecase I gifted you just say so...

R: "Dude, dont we still use mirrors for comunication"

EC "Think Im constrained by the limitations of canons?"

TRAD Tsubaki "Well they didn't make a sign of the cross in the church, so they kinda deserved being slayn by Ragnarok..."

M "Hey you are looking down, everything ok?

EC "Thanks for caring, but the thing is, to explain it all, all the connections and reasons and evidence would make me just look more weird and whiny, and this all, including the fact that I cant even say why I cant say without being whiny and long winged is part of it...

EC "I used trouble not descending into negative loops of self pity and disgust with myself and the world... But then I just developed a hyperfixation on not-having-hyperfixations"

???? Death: IDK

EC *reading the bible* "It even predicted people obssesing over lolcows with the whole golden calf story, damn...

EC: Rip Kissinger

EC: Slouching? No, I'm just posture-divergent

EC: I do love myself - one has to love even their biggest enemy...

EC in the future:

M: Are you really ready for children?

EC: I accidentally watched a trailer for despicable me 4, and after hearing all the pandering 80s song and repetitive family hinjix humor I just thought "Oh, how cozy would this be to watch with my Kids and Wife!"

So yeah, I CAN deal with it

[nin-jay-go]

LIVEBLOG!!!!!!!

COME ON GUS DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT THE DEAD

aw shit the dragons

awawawawawaw arin's little horns :D

"i love you arin" cuuuute

oh i love how homemade and worn arin's armor looks :)

lloyd is so fucking tired give this man a break

"watering the plants can wait." he says epicly

AMONG US

there is no war in ba sing se :)

PERCIVAL TARTIGRADE!!!!!!!!!

HELLO DR LAROW CAN WE KISS

fucking YIKES beatrix your dictator is showing

"i made it do a thing! i deserve a break ^v^" KAI BUDDY

THESE FUCKING HOTHEADS LMAOOOO

i am! a sneaky man!

wyldfyre i love you so much

yall they're ghosts just splash them with water

YALL. WATER. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

fuck OFFFFF with that "he created the other realms" bullshit i am cancelling that

oh they just invite frohicky up to the monastery huh

THE ANNUAL SOUP-LAUNCHING FESTIVAL???????

frohicky being the assistant keeper of the monastery could either be the worst decision ever or the best decision ever

oh god the hotheads are together

get cleaned idiot friend: gently sponges you

omg wait there's little swirls in arin's curls!!!! he IS the master of spin :D friend: he does his hair with spinjitzu

they're just playing frisbee

OH DEAR GOD HE BROKE THE SHIP

my friend and i in unison: YOU HAVE SAILS WHY ARE YOU PADDLING lloyd: we have sails us: THANK YOU

IRON LUNG?????????

oh the coral guy from the trailers!

OH THE CRAB. THE GIANT FUCKING CRAB.

CACKLING

I AM GOING TO START CRYING!!!!!!!

dey pay me in woims

ok so we were right the crab is controlling the guy

🆑🅰️🅱️

lloyd you are not beating the cat allegations

skulkin look interesting in their new update

i love this guy's voice he sounds funny

SIR WHY DID YOU EAT THE CUP

BRING BACK SNAKE JAGUAR

or. that. that could work. why did he put on the noir coat again

wyldfyre. girl. YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

i love these lavatides so much oh my god

whoever wrote kai this season nailed it

omg zane's birthday :D

LOBBO LOBBO :D

GULCH!!!! i missed you buddy

ZANE EXPERIENCES A MICROAGGRESSION

INSTALLING WINDOWS

lobbo my love

they gave kai the role of comic relief in lieu of jay being missing

frohicky you are so silly

EYEBALL???

oh boy the jay spirits

....wait. if the spirit of the temple was split in two by the merge... could jay have been split in two?

ZANTH... LIKE XANTHE MY YELLOW NINJA...

oh no nya girl how are you not having a panic attack

this djinn has depression dear god

oh god they're CURSED????

oh the ghosts are djinn banshees that are gonna kill them. great.

nya's gonna have some Thoughts after this

dorama- the elemental master of parlor tricks

"they call it doom" yea its a video game from the 90s

oh the lightning dragon's name is jiro! cool!

effervescent.....

DOOM MUCUS?????

VERTICALITY

COLE'S KIDS!!!! THERE THEY ARE!!!!!

arin voice rapton lives don't matter

alas. i have been. ✨disrespected✨

watch the path be lined with salt crystals

CALLED IT

OH SHIT ITS THE OFFICE WORKERS

BIG ROCK COLE!!!!! HES BACKKKKKKK

ANOTHER FRITZ????? LIKE FRITZ DONNEGAN??????

THE HOARDER??????

cole's boyfriend???? real????? love wins??????

LIKE THE LAND ITSELF IS SCREAMING???? ARE YOU OK?

elemental power of SUPERGLUE

FUSION??????????

dude geo's design is so cool. is he a geckle/munce hybrid or is he a keeper?

bonzle....

oh wyldfyre can just break rocks with her hands huh

SILENT HILL???????????? WHY ARE THE LOST ONES IN FUCKING SILENT HILL

oh geo is a hybrid!

this is a transgender allegory. trust me bro.

oh my god geothermicshipping real

STOP DEADNAMING HER

ALKWGJLKASDKHSKJFDAJH A LITTLE GUY

SWEEPER????????? I WANT 50

there is no heterosexual explanation for them

welcome to the backrooms!

this is an eldritch dimension

this is genuinely horrifying what the fuck

i like how the hotheads were the first to find the core

kai voice hi i have trauma. but i'm normal.

why does the purple serpentine sound like one of the starkid actors

is it jay sending them the messages???? i want him to be a villain so bad pleaseeee

WHY WAS ZANE KIDNAPPED??????? HELLO?????

jay's the manager, calling it now

oh my god we're in the realm of madness??? WE'RE IN THE FUCKING SPIRAL REALM

ADMINISTRATOR IS JAY

why are these computers SO bad

my friend: lloyd garbageadon

OH MY GOD WE'RE IN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

CALLED IT

I FUCKING CALLED IT

LKETS FUCKING GO

IM SO SMART

dorama's gotta be an important character later on bc that's a lot of power he has

zane you are so cool

dude don't just leave the core at home thats so stupid

oh ras is from wyldness? not chima?

?????? why is zeatrix 1) named that and 2) what is that power?????

imperium is not immune to propaganda

jiro's a wildclaw :D i know what my next project is

oh my god drew's cole is so good,,,,

my friend: guy who has only been in theater productions: this is giving me a lot of theater vibes

rapton is dead.

oh they're twins. that makes sense

last time there were twins with powers the power split itself in two. what happened here?

beatrix and harumi would get along like a house on fire

GET THEIR ASSES PERCIVAL TARTIGRADE

surprise! the mad scientist has morals! or at least self-preservation

she is still kissable

what if jay is next season's villain? (still has hope)

oh hotheads my beloved

SORA TRANSGENDER

LMAO NYA JUST CALLED BEATRIX MID JKDSFGBKJSKDJFJ

hey nya you wanna tell the others that cole is alive??????

HOTHEADS MY LOVES

rapton domestication arc

ok rapton is really funny actually

oh dear.

THEYRE GLITCHING THEYRE GLITCHING HTEHSAUHAOWHOUHFHAWHODAUWH

NO WYLDFYRE

ARINNNNNN HE LOVES SORAAAAAAAAAA

OH MY GOD THEY ARE STILL ON BEATRIX'S SIDE

every queer kid cries out in agony for sora

theeeere it is! elemental powers :D all her own :D

LOBBO SAFE AND OK ALL IS GOOD

oh!! the conduit!!!!

DRAGON HUGSSSS CUUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

7 source dragons huh......

oh god ras has a new student

YOUR MASTER?????

[popstart]

im like 90% sure when i wrote the scene of bridgette and gwen doing courtneys hair and makeup in ppp i had bridgette do her mascara and curl her lashes in the wrong order and i didnt notice it when i wrote it but ive been thinking about it for a while and i think its funny so im not editing it out

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mr. bepop or faye valentine for the character asks 😸

putting it under the cut ^_^

MR BEEPO FIRST

favorite thing about them

ahh i genuinely just think hes like. a very stylish character like perhaps derivative of the whole show's aesthetic but yeah. hes just a cool jazz cowboy who can do tricks and shotcha. i think the way his like. carefree nature is challenged by the end of the show is really good also.... like yeah this dude is reckless and youre kind of meant to suspend your disbelief at first just to see him pull cool stunts and shit but by the end its very much commented on as a specific flaw of his and its like. yeah! clever way to show off a characters problems being enabled and made worse to the point of them being visible to others.... its cool its cool

least favorite thing about them

i think his hair looks STUPID in official art often i like it when its drawn as just like. visibly curled or messy i guess

favorite line

guess i shotcha....

but also "whatever happens happens". :+)

brOTP + OTP

compounding these because my answers the same. i think its funny to interpret him faye and jet as just like. awkward situational polycule LOL mostly just because when i was watching the show i kept making jokes like. Yuup. these guys are all divorced to each other without ever having been married

nOTP

him and vicious im just not big on "enemies who want to fuck each other secretly" type dynamics

random headcanon

schizoid guy swag....! and also i just like. randomly headcanon him as latino because i was listening to a lot of volta when i was watching the show and i very quickly associated frances the mute with his storyline hah. so hes very much tied up with that in my mind

unpopular opinion

uhhhh i think hes cool but not in the way weird old anime fans think hes cool. i think his self destructive habits make him very interesting....

song i associate with them

CYGNUS VISMUND CYGNUS !!!!!!! i also do have a playlist for him hehe

favorite picture of them

first ones that came to mind :+)

faye time now.....

favorite thing about them

I LIKE THAT SHES JUST LIKE. very openly bratty and annoying and that she does anything she wants. like i think the flippant way she treats the rest of the bebop crew rules i like that shes very selfish and just puts herself first. makes the few moments when she actually gets worried about the others really poignant....

least favorite thing about them

wouldnt say i completely dislike it because i do think it was handled tastefully but i think the subplot of like. oooh yeah guy who revived her from her cryosleep or whatever being someone shes very romantically into made me roll my eyes a bit. i do think it makes her like. presence during the timeframe of the show way stronger but from a story writing standpoint im just like Bah a bit lame that shes The Woman and shes constantly Romancing men

favorite line

none that come to mind i just like it when shes mean 👍 oh uh not a line but it was cool when she just ate dog food that one time

brOTP + OTP

see above answer for spike hah

nOTP

most relationships honestly....... i think she deserves to have some genuine connections with people and aside from spike and jet she really doesnt have any hah.

random headcanon

she would love shitty 90s era pop songs.........

unpopular opinion

unpopular opinion uhhhh i think she is a cool character who is not just a sex object

song i associate with them

hmmmm ^_^

favorite picture of them

love pics of her and ein HEHE

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The one where Allen's swore enemy is a salmon (dont ask)

Cw: none.

Summary: Allen and Z go fishing, results are nothing short of hilarious.

->Zoe is @theallenshorefangirl oc. This is a lil gift for her.

--Man, its a nice day today-- Commented Allen, fixing his bucket hat.

--huh,yeah-- zoe agreed, looking up at the Sky.

The waves on the sea ebb and flow calmly, it glimmers under the sunlight as if the Ocean was filled with glitter, the seagulls sing in the distance and the boat theyre on rocks Gently

--I know its not the best boat-- Allen started,looking at his sister and pulling her in a side hug

--I think its perfect-- The woman replied leaning on him. She watches as her brother smiles and nodds approvingly.

They settle on the two little seats on the small fishing boat, Allen teaches Z how  to prepare the fishing rod and the bait, hes patient and speaks very softly.

--Hey,its okay if you dont get it right the first time-- he Gently strokes her back-- Man, I didnt get it right the first time either.

--Oh-oh really?

--Yeah! I think I spent a solid fifteen minutes, you currently sit at two.

Zoes eyes go wide and she smiles a little, no longer frustrated-- Im gonna beat your time, Shore-- now,she sounds motivated.

That Next try she does is succesful,she cheers and Allen claps. Then they get to fishing, Both make lively conversation as the radio plays some 90s bop.

--Hey,whoever fishes the biggest fish doesnt make dinner today-- Allen proposed with a smirk.

--Youre on!--his sister replied with a big grin, her purple scarf swaying in the wind.

A few more minutes go by where both just sing and jam along happily, they sometimes switch to talking or just silence. Its cozy, comfortable. Two siblings spending time together.

Something tugs at zoes line,as she reels it in the thing pulls back and she has to lock her feet into place by putting them under the small space between the floor of the boat and the small Seat.

--Oh god!-- she yells.

--reel it in!--Allen encourages, to then see how the tug of the line makes his sister lean forward violently-- OH CRAP -- he grabs the fishing rod with one arm and the other goes around her torso, he helps her pull the fish to them.

Crash! Both fall on the floor of the boat and they see a Giant atlatic salmon flapping infront of them.

--Jesus!--Allen exclaims.-- you did it Z!

--Look at that!--She holds up the fish from the fishing line. The salmon is a solid 34 inches.

--Goddamn! Aint no way I can beat that!

Zoe laughed loudly-- I win! I wiiiin! In your face shore!

Allen laughs and nodds-- yes! You did. Im making dinner tonight, and youuu-- he pokes at the salmon-- are the dinner

The salmon does not take it well and its tail slaps him across the face. Its so funny zoe cant ask her brother if hes okay that she doubles over with laughter. Allen looks like a deer in headlights.

--Damn,he did not like that-- he murmurs-- put that bastard in the bucket.

Z holds up her hand to the tail of the first-- high five!--The fins of the tail slap against her palm and she giggles, then she puts it In the bucket with the other fish.

By nightfall they are back on the shore and up Allen's little house Next to the lighthouse. Zoe lays on the sofa while her brother Cooks.

--I think i found a name for the boat-- The Man says with a smile.

--Oh yeah? What is it?

--Fishing vessel Z&A-- he replied with a smile-- Z for zoe, A for Allen. You go first because you beated me to our fishing competition.

Zoe smiles,happiness ebbing in her chest, she curls up on the sofá and looks at the tv-- I like that!

Allen humms along to a mindless tune and keeps cooking, side eyeing the salmon-- youre gonna pay for it-- he grumbles.

[icyfox17]

feel free to continue on w fav mems/achievements :B i loved reading them bc i can never rmb my own memories

WAVESS finally getting to this one :D i wanted to wait for a day where i could properly focus on the answer eueueu

Gonna provide a cut bc im pre sure im gonna rambleeee

edit: ANOTHER ONE THAT I DIDNT POST PROPERLY HELP MEEE I think I just assumed the save draft was the post button help this was from so many days ago I'm so sorry beanz

♤ A moment I remember clearly that I'd love to go back to is sleeping with Milo. He used to curl up right under my neck and it was the cutest fucking tag ever, it was so comforting and I may have died from allergies but it was sooo worth it man ohmygod

◇ Eating at Red Robins with my mom right before going to a concert. Ider which concert ngl but idk it was just . Such a happy moment. Tbh all of the concerts I've been to with my mom (tswift, nick jonas and demi levato, tøp) are all very fond memories of mine. They were all superrr fun :))

♡ oooo idr if i mentioned this in the other one but CHOIRR vocal jazz was a lot of fun, like going downtown with everyone? It was Such an Experience man /pos

♧ VISITING MY AUNT UP NORTH ON THE ISLAND OHKYGODDD both times but i def preferred this last time bc i got to do a lot more exploring of the town myself :D i love my aunt and i love my baby cousin, he's such a menace but he's fucking adorable and really fun to hang out with (even if he gets a little much sometimes). The island itself is gorgeous and wow... the amount of wildlife i got to see was so dope. And just . We went to this small side island and we had the island to ourself LIKE A WHOLE FUCKING ISLAND . TO OURSELF IT WAS SO COOL MAN OHKYGOSHHH that trip was honestly so fucking cool man i loved it smmm i cant wait to go back rahhss

♤ watching the flash (before it got bad) with my mom :)) those times were honestly so lovely idk it was Our Special Bonding Time wout my siblings it was just . Really specisl and nice

◇ fencinggg, i miss fencing so much man, i really hope i get back into it this year omg. The feeling of doing well, outsmarting someone, dodging, getting a point. Ahhhh, there's nothing else like it. So satisfying. I miss the way it felt to be completely and utterly fluid with the the blade.

♡ playing cards with my dad and his friends, late at night while listening to 90s r&b and rap, very nice vibes:))

♧ this one morning my dad and stepmom making pancakes while listening to ccr. My stepmom kept being like "wait this song is ALSO ccr?!?!?" bc she knew of the band but she never actually knew all the songs were by them it was really funny but also super lovely

♤ christmas. I love christmas man. Specifically waking up early in the morning to the smell of coffee and land of knod (a type of cinnamon bun thingy that my stepmom always makes), dibbying out all the presents to every person as we all choose our spots, opening presents. Christmas cookies, i looove christmas cookies, i love making them tooo.

◇ playing dnd, both with my fam and with my friends. I have so many chaotic and silly moments from that. I miss dnd so bad

♡ this one time i stood outside in the pouring rain on the grass in my socks. It was such a... freeing moment. Bc yknow people hate getting their socks wet, it's very cursed, but i Did it. I did it on purpose. And it was so nice honestly. Just the feeling of the rain pressing down on my skin, the cool air breathing on it compared to the suffocating heat from inside my house... ough i love rain

♧ in a similar but almost opposite fashion, lying down in the sun on the grass field outside of our highschool. It was so calming. I still love lying down in the grass, I do it at uni too. I just put on some music and just... enjoy the moment. I dig my hands into the dirt. I love the feeling of it on my skin, i love looking at its lasting impression, even after i wipe my hands clean of it. It makes me feel alive and content to be in that moment.

♤ hehe watching tommys vlogs with my stepmom. Back when tommys vlogs first started coming out, they came out weekly, and i was visiting my stepmom weekly too so it worked out. It was a lovely lil routine between us :))

◇ scrapbooking with my dads wife, it was such a fun creative outlet and i actually got to do something with my photos for once, rather than have them just sit on my phone

♡ driving with my stepmom up that same beautiful highway i mentioned last time, going up to the waterfalls with my stepmom

♧ OOOHH HIKINGG so many hikes but there was this one Insane one where we had to 4x4 up this mountain and we went to the top of the peak and there were so many wildflowers and barely any ppl since its such an intense hike and omg it was so peaceful i wanna go back...

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Previous chapter

I fell asleep I had to. I was waking up.

While my eyes were adjusting to the sudden yet hazy light I heard a soft

"Hi"

I turn "Hi," I said with a smile.

"When'd you get back?"

"Last night, you were sleeping I didnt wanna wake you."

"So you just thought you'd stare at me until I wake up?"

I turn on my stomach and lean on a folded elbow to face him

"No," he brushes some of my messy bedhead and random curls

"I got some sleep too. I just can't stop thinking about you."

"Hey that's mine line."

"No I believe your line is if I had a dime for everyone that said they were Captain America-"

"It was Halloween give me a break why would Captain America dress as Captain America for Halloween anyway it defeats the purpose."

"What if the purpose was to find a girl whose not into Captain America?"

"Hmmmm still not following. You know I was yours before that. And. I am here with you aren't I?"

"Well yea"

"But those tights do wonders for your Ass."

"That's it Missy you're getting punished."

I fake a incredulous gasp "am I?"

He rolls on top of me.

"Oh you are" he kisses me,

"I love you, so much you know that right?

I hate every second I'm away."

"Yeasure you're just saying that because you have the upper hand here."

His eyebrows pinched together and his eyes were so intense and sweet as he stared.

"No. I mean it. I love you. Why do you think I'm here? The minute we landed. My tact suits' right there. You wanna check the draws or maybe my toothbrush and body wash?"

He laughed into my neck and I giggled.

"Ok okay." My smile faded- something felt off.

"You believe me now baby? How much I love you."

"Yea.”

“How about we go for a walk today."

"But you said-"

"The trail."

"Hmm am I the only one who knows about 'sides you and some odd 90 or 100 year old."

"Yea only you."

"I love you," I threaded my hand through his soft hair. "How about we stay here all day?"

"Come on baby you need sun you were just saying that."

"I was?"

"Yea. You're getting too pale inside for far too long," he peppered kisses on my face. "You need fresh air. You dont get enough and we'll sit under our tree just you and me what do you say?"

He leaned forward putting his forearms crossed and near my collarbone. But he was pressing too much weight on me.

"Steve, you're hurting me.” He was moving it was like he was pressing down harder.

“Steve come on its not funny" it was like he was pinning me down

"Dont you love me?"

It was like me was pinning me down and the man weighs a ton

"What?"

I think his nails were going into my skin.

"Steve stop I don't- Steve?" I shot up sweating I heard laughing outside the door and a steering pain on my calf. And something Dripping.

"Its just sweat" I told myself "just sweat and I must have somehow caught my skin on the bed frame. It wasnt blood it wasnt a burning pain like from a cutling iron or brand- it was sweat and I hurt it on the bed frame." I pulled the blanket up to my neck I didn't look. I never looked.

I remeber that day most of it most of that dream was real. I remember I said why don't we stay here all day and he said you need some vitamin D and I couldn't hold back my laughter at his innocent remark.

But we did go on the trail he held me under thris giant oak tree. He told me my hair looked golden under the sun he even took a picture of me on his work phone. He never did that before. It was a fun day actually. I kept crumbling the leaves next to me on the ground. Steve asked me why I kept doing it. I told him I just thought it was fascinating hoe they were so sturdy and look sturdy and they fall to the ground complete but the tiniest extra push and they just crumble to dust. He grabbed my hands and said "mnmmn no dust no darkness only sunshine for my golden girl." Kissing me. Every kiss me gave me got giggle which was "his favorite classic tune " so that frankly went a long time, but I loved that day.I was so happy.

I still don't understand what he meant by that sunshine and golden girl. Its obvious I wasnt. I'm stuck in here. If he cared he would have found me.

I dreamt of that day that night. It was perfect just like I remember. When I woke up I cried. I mourned my new life, the lies I was told, the harted that filled me and my heart. How could it not. Steve never let anyone be held this long. Any agent he always found within days. Its been what two weeks. I only prayed for Hayden that he wasn't being blamed. But maybe he didn't notice I was gone. Maybe no one did. I hoped that no one got hurt because of me, well no one but Steve. I missed out on love.

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"Steve you need to sleep." Buck stood in the doorway with Nat

“I can't every time I sleep I dream of her of us and then it turns sour every time to me I betrayed her. Every moment with Rachel.I wish it was Rachel who was taken. Does that make me a horrible person.”

"Yes" Natasha thought.

"Why does it have to be the girl I love so much. She keeps getting taken from me. Why? Why am I being punished."

"because you're a bastered. Ever think if you weren't so obsessed with her and following her no one would've though oh thats Captain America's girlfriend. Maybe they would have left her alone. Ever thought that's why she was taken if she meant that much to you you should've had her shadowed for longer. If she meant that much to you you would have told us about her just like ever other girl you liked." Nat thought. She didn't say it even though she wanted to. He was doing a great job of punishing himself.

Then the Lawyers stormed through the doors. Apprently the night guard slept through them flying up the elevators.

It was a suppona from Hayden's father and lawfirm sappening every single document pertaining to the threats and disappearance. As well as Steve Rogers' cell phone pertaining to a stalking and harassment charge being brought against him. His cell phone was on the table. It was seized before Steve got a chance to crush it. He'd be found guilty he knew. He had tons if pictures of her after they broke ups. Ones he shouldn't have had. But Steve knew her routine he missed her so he followed her daily hoping to be able to talk to her- Is that so wrong? Apprently a grand jury thought so. And so did everyone else

Tony's lawyers were able to easily prove that Steve was the best chance at getting her back. While The Avengers could do it without him the stupid super soilder would run through hell fire and get riddled with bullets to get her back. Tony knew they all knew. Even Hayden knew. So the stipulation was that once she was found and safelt back on the QuinnJet that was if she was found the restraining order would come into play. Granted, it would be a little tricky inside the tower but everyone knew Tony had the best doctors and facilities. And she deserved the best. Tony had promise that Steve would keep his distance and if anything was to occur she would never be alone with Steve. And of course Tony's A.I. would keep track of them both. But it was all what if's and thens because if she didn't come back it didn't mean a thing. Everyone was trying to pitch in but Steve was even protective of this... HE wanted her back with was HIS fault so HE had to fix it. But the longer the time passed the harder it would be. Even Tony stop his teasing.. The most they could hope for now was that she was being taken care of properly treated properly so she could flaunt her as a hostage or that it was quick and painless.

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