#so we'll pretend it does :'D

[dailydoseoffanfics]

i got something in my mind rn, if Y/n can't hug or patting them forsaken survivers, bc they use computer, so why not? Use VR hand? Some sort of :D

Bc for me it would be funny if you just grab them and toss them up in air lol

Oooooh, VR? Now that's interesting.

For the sake of this post, we'll pretend VR is compatible with Forsaken. (Also idk how VR works so uhhh, bare with me 💀)

Y'know about these roblox VR games where if a player's using one, only their head and hands are visible? I imagine it to be something like that, except it's only your hands that are visible. (think of it like this gif on the bottom, just without the head...):

ASDFGHJKL;' BARE WITH ME..... Anyways....

All of the survivors got jumpscared when they saw your hands, especially Noob. Literally all of the survivors have the same thoughts of "Oh....why does your hand look like that???? Player, WHAT are you???????" Look, they're Robloxians, their body shapes are blocky, and I don't think they've ever seen or even know what a human looks like. Humans are a foreign concept to Robloxians (in my personal headcanon)

....Sooooo, naturally, the survivors are perplexed with a teeny-tiny bit of fear inside. But don't worry, they'll later be chill about it. Your hands, even if they're just virtual, piqued all of the survivor's curiosity. They got loads of questions going. What are these....long thingies on your hand? (they're called fingers..) What can you do with these?

And hey, the pros of having VR hands is that you can communicate with it! You can give a thumbs up, thumbs down, handshakes, high fives, and many other hand gestures. You can express yourself with these, which is what the survivors like. However, you're going to fuel their curiosity more because later, all of them will be thinking, "So if that's what Player's hands look like.....what will they actually look like in person?"

Make a heart shape to the survivors and watch their reactions huehehehehe.....

[yandere-sins]

Okay so I feel a bit silly about this, but I just have to ask at some point. To keep it short, I wonder if Dr Ratio has already had his first time and if he even has sex often. I mean he is a grown adult at all. Don't see me as a horny Dr Ratio simp, I'm just interested and little things like that always make me like a character even more. I would be happy if you would answer this question :)♡

Why feel silly? We love all kinds of sexual status here, especially when it's someone as delicious as Ratio! Also, I appoint you simp from now on, because we should be simping for him (but don't be like me and have him in your team just for aesthetics bc my Ratio makes no damage at all! :D And that's okay... :'D)

As wonderful as our Doc is, this is a very open-to-interpretation question. You can honestly go both ways with him, and we'll never know because... he probably wouldn't even tell or show any signs to his darling how much experience he has once he gets with them ;)

Maybe he is a virgin and a very stoic and pathetic one at that. In his pursuit of making knowledge more accessible to every "idiot", there isn't much time for personal needs. I totally see him pass out from sleep deprivation despite being horny and then suppress his morning wood with a cold shower, even though he's really not happy about it. No one knows why he's so upset, but they all avoid him on mornings like that. There's no way he never put a hand on himself in all these years, but he won't know the blessing that comes when someone else does it, until he meets his darling.

It's an instant game over for him, Veritas unable to form a complete sentence when he first meets you, his cock springing up, precum staining his clothes. It threatens to burst out of his pants, hard and agitated and in desperate need to be treated to its first experience of intercourse. He tries to play it cool with a faint blush on his cheeks, tries his usual spiel of pretending he's better than you after catching his composure immediately, always gauging your reactions and wanting to see them to fuel his desire. All while completely hiding the fact that he wants to drop to his knees and hump your feet.

That night, jerking off is more like ripping off as he just can't stop the thoughts of you invading his mind and making him hard again and again. His whole bed is sullied, the tissue box empty, the Doctor is panting and blushing and immediately reminded of how plump and soft your lips were. Or your ass as you walked away from him. The sparkle in your eyes and the few exposed spots of skin in your outfit. And then his thoughts are going wild with you bent over on his bed, exposing yourself to him, your giggles and moans replaying in his ears, although he made all of them up. Honestly, he's a bit ashamed afterward for losing his composure quite like that.

It doesn't make him any less pathetic when he finally gets his hands on you. You might be fighting and hating him, but he tied you up exactly the way he needs so he can fuck your thighs or pry your pretty lips open to stuff your mouth with his thick cock. And you never disappoint him in that regard. You'll still be as amazing, making him cum almost instantly the first few times, after being with him for years. Ratio will still yearn for the warmth of your body around his dick decades down the line, and he'll greet you with the same enthusiasm (just more stamina and better technique) every time he comes home to you. You two really grow together; isn't that sweet? ;)

OR

Man's still stoic and pathetic, but not with all those partners he had over the years, oh no. It's really bothersome to him to actually let one of those groupies get a piece of his cake, and he doesn't do it because his mind wants to. But it's just normal to fulfill a need he has, right? Veritas doesn't bed some random person (who found him super hot and practically ogled him all evening) for pleasure or enjoyment. Even less for payment, though some people try to buy his time and affection.

In short, he's a miserable lover.

We should feel bad for the people thinking he's going to blow their minds. It's not like he hurts them or anything, but he does his thing and leaves, telling anyone who's confused and dissatisfied that he didn't enjoy it much, either. He got to finish; that's all that matters to him. He's really awful to these poor souls; we can't deny it.

But then he met you, and everything changed. You are constantly on his mind, the underside of his table stained with remnants of cum as he savagely had to jerk himself up to free his thoughts again. But it doesn't really help, and he imagines doing things with you on his table, books, honestly, everywhere. Ratio has to flee any function if someone there happens to have the same perfume as you because he cannot control himself once reminded of you. And in the bitterness of moaning your name in an empty room, his cock mangled and still hard despite previous jerk-off sessions, he decided he has to have you, just so he can get a remnant of himself back. 

He is reading up on how to be a better lover as he fingers you simultaneously, observing your reactions and even going down on you... for research, of course. No one knew he'd get drunk on bringing you pleasure. On learning that the reason you were feeling so damn good was his work. Sure, it boosts his ego, but you have no idea what it does to him to see your eyes dazed, your expression twisting. He teases you, but it gets him off quicker than anything else when you admit how good you feel. He'll be grinning from ear to ear the following day, remembering what you said, only to pretend he wasn't reveling in the memories when you catch him. He loves teasing you, kissing every part of your body while you squirm, knowing it turns him even more on than it does you. It's a good thing you need so much convincing, so he can satisfy his greed for you plenty before the real deal begins.

Suddenly, sex is so much more interesting when he does it with you, no matter how much you complain in the beginning—your moans say otherwise. You may hate him, but gods, does he love the look on your face when you're overstimulated, and Ratio is only getting started, making you arch your back as he plunges into you, your legs quivering around his head. Drawing out the act and letting you 'suffer' is so much more delicious and enjoyable than anything he had with another person before. He doesn't even wonder if it would have changed anything for his feelings had he done his research with the partners he fucked before. Only you can make his heart race, get him drunk on your juices, and look like an angel in his sheets covered in his cum. It's only you, it's only ever been you, and he'll never let that go.

Because no matter how much you simp for him, he'll always simp more for you ;)

[nialls-golf-putt]

I've Tried to Fight Our Energy (Back To You)

He's irritating. He's obnoxiously hot. He can't take a bloody hint.

He's also very determined. Oh, and your brother's bandmate.

OR

the brother's bsf AU that's everyone's guilty pleasure.

c/w : Dom/Sub dynamics if you squint, oral (m&f recieving), LOTS of Dirty Talk, Mild Degradation, a bit of a CMNF kink (on the authors part whoops) and just a very cocky niall, honestly.

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REQUEST: This is super smutty, so up to you of course if you want to do it. Niall (can be any au) is very, very cocky and he always gets what he wants, and y/n is very much not interested. But Niall decides he wants her and he's very persistent and very persuasive, and after a lot of cocky flirting and working her over, he eventually gets her. And when he does, he makes her get on her knees and beg for his cock, and he makes her choke and gag on him. And then he fcks her so good, she goes cock dumb and will do literally anything he tells her. And he's so arrogant and condescending about how she couldn't resist him. :D

A/N: Ty to the lovely anon for this request it is *chefs kiss* Hope you like it <3

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Of course it was him.

Him and his bloody snapback and his barely-there tank tops.

Honestly, he might as well have walked around without a shirt on, for all those 'tank tops' did for him. And fuck, you weren't gonna pretend like you weren't looking, you were only just human, but you hated that he knew you were. And honestly, you'd much rather not, but, it wasn't like you could control yourself.

"Lou's not gonna be home for a bit. He's gone over to Harry's," you said, finally coming down from the stairs, standing a step back from the arched doorway leading to the living room where Niall was currently spread out on the sofa, phone in hand.

He looked up, the oh-so-familiar smirk on his face setting your teeth on edge as always. It was the smirk of someone who knew he was sexy, who knew he was wanted, who knew he'd get whatever he wanted- and you couldn't hate it more.

"I'm aware," he said lightly, his gaze lingering shamelessly on your face before he looked back down at his phone. "Louis said to wait up. So I'm here," he shrugged, as though that explained why he was sitting in your living room in the middle of the day like he belonged there or something.

You stared at him for a few moments as he resolutely continued to stare down at whatever was on his phone.

"What're you doing here anyway?" You finally blurted out, internally wincing a bit at how much ruder it came out than you'd planned but forgetting all about it at his reaction.

He rolled his eyes, slowly setting down his phone beside him, his actions almost lazy and theatrical. He pulled his cap off, brushing his hair back and putting it back on. Who even wore a snapback indoors? It made you want to punch him.

"Now, was there any need for that tone, honestly?" he said, raising an eyebrow with a smug little smile and ugh- "Whatever would Louis say? Besides, I'm not that bad, am I? And I'm not in your way either."

"Well, you are sort of in our living room," You pointed out, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"Yeah, yeah. But it's not like I'm takin' up all of it. You could always come sit with me. Promise I won't complain." he smirked, patting the spot beside him on the sofa.

You rolled your eyes again. "It's really not a 90s rom-com, you know that, right? I'm serious, what are you doing here?"

He continued staring at you with a bit of a pout, his bottom lip sticking out the tiniest bit, but you really weren't going to give in. He sighed, slumping against the back of the couch. "Fine, fine. It's just band shit, sweetheart. Honestly, no need to worry your pretty little head about it, we'll be out of your hair most evenin'."

And it was the condescension in his voice that did it for you. "Must you always talk down to everyone? Honestly, and you expect anyone to give the time of day when you behave like th-"

"Oh, whoa. Darling, slow down. I was just kiddin', alright?" he interrupted, standing up and crossing the living room way too fast in your opinion. You did not want him that close. Close enough to see the trail of chest hair going down the middle of his pecs. To smell- whatever his cologne was. God, for all you couldn't stand him, even you had to admit, he always smelt good.

"-mean it that way. I was just playin' around. C'mon-"

And you just phased back in. Right, of course you'd missed what he was saying. It wasn't due to the proximity, no. You were a bit light headed but you were certain it was the anger. Or just, dehydration. Wasn't that why you'd come down in the first place? To get some water, yeah.

"I'm just gonna-" you said, walking into the kitchen without so much as a second glance to him, not caring if he was stilll talking.

You filled up a glass with some ice, taking a deep breath as you filled it up with water, looking out the window at the backyard.

And of course, Niall followed you into the kitchen. You turned around as soon as you heard his footsteps, an unimpressed look on your face.

"Whatever it is, I don't wanna hear it, alright?" You said, ignoring how his face fell at your sharp tone, almost flinching away. "I just- I'm gonna be upstairs. Try not to need me unless there's a fire or something. You being deficient in attention isn't an emergency."

And as he moved to the side to let you go out the kitchen and back up the stairs, you didn't even look up from your glass. Even so, you didn't miss the look on his face, the way he put as much distance as he could between the two of you. You didn't know what to make of the feeling twisting in your gut at that.

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You really hadn't even heard a peep from them that evening. They'd been out back on the deck, and beyond the faint smell of Louis and Zayn's cigarettes curling in your kitchen, they might as well not have been there.

You'd fallen asleep before any of them could come say goodbye, and the next few days were spent as usual. Louis had a small break and you'd all spent as much time as you could together, bowling, watching stupid tv- the usual.

He'd have to fly out a few days later, and you'd said yes to come say goodbye to him. You usually got on well with all the boys, even Niall usually, despite his incessant flirting and a bit more than a little obnoxiously smug nature- But this time, you weren't looking forward to it.

You tried to convince yourself it was because you didn't want to see Niall again, to not be on the receiving end of any more flirtations. It was definitely not because you'd maybe overreacted a bit the last time. And it definitely wasn't because you felt bad about it.

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It didn't seem like it was as bad as you'd thought, however. Everyone still seemed the same, which was how you told yourself Niall still seemed normal.

Same big smile at you, the over the top expressions and hand gestures as he spoke.

"Be good for me, yeah?" Louis whispered, you and the rest of the girls piled around him in a big hug. Ernie wouldn't let go of his leg, and while everyone was busy convincing him to, Niall somehow found you standing a little off to the side.

"Do I not get a goodbye hug?" He said, holding his arms half open, but the goofy grin on his face told you he was just kidding this time. Maybe. Either way, you couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking your head.

"'M afraid not."

"Alright, yeah, it was worth a try." He said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck before pulling his cap off and carding his fingers through his hair in a motion you'd seen him do a million times. You found yourself wondering why he even did that. He just made his hair even messier, and it wasn't like anyone could see them anyway, they were almost always under his hat.

"Probably." You murmured, giving him a small amused shrug.

He'd opened his mouth, assumably for another wisecrack remark, but Liam called out for him, and he twisted his cap again as he walked backwards. "Right, yeah, I should go before Payno bites my head off."

You nodded, waving to him, wondering what even was the right thing to say at the moment.

"See ya around, yeah? Reckon you'll be coming to the O2 show?"

And thank god for this boys big mouth. You nodded, smiling slightly. "Yep, 'm gonna be there."

"Cool," he nodded, staring at you for a bit too long as always before winking at you. And there went the first moment you thought he wasn't always insufferable. "Can't wait."

"Yeah, yeah," You shrugged, rolling your eyes with a soft laugh.

"What? Don't pretend like you don't wanna see me again. I'll be waitin' too," He was far enough that he had to shout a bit, and honestly, he was being so blatant about it. You could feel your sisters' curious stares on you and you knew that if Louis heard even Niall's little flirty comments there'd be hell to pay for both of you.

"Keep telling yourself that, Horan," You called back, biting the inside of your cheek as you shook your head.

"You keep telling yourself otherwise, babe," He said, winking at you one last time before disappearing inside the gates, leaving you sputtering in a mix of indignation and being flustered. Judging by the looks on your siblings' faces, the ride home was going to be a loooong one.

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It was a few weeks later, and the boys were back in the UK for the next leg of their tour. Your sisters had planned to surprise Louis at the O2 show (well, he must've known you'd all be there to support him but he did a good job pretending otherwise).

You'd ended up driving there in one big car, all of you, and booked the rooms in the same hotel as they were at. Made for some wild Mario Kart nights.

You thought all the boys must be out on some publicity thing or a rehearsal when you'd all checked in, but as your bloody luck would have it, Niall had shown up in the elevator when you'd all been waiting in the reception area for everything to be sorted.

And of course, the idiot had given you the biggest, most dramatic wink. And of course, your sisters saw again. You really were going to murder him.

He'd disappeared before you could give him a filthy stare back, because, of course, that's what he did. They'd been unbearable for a while, insisting you spill the beans, and that they'd keep it from Louis, when of course, there was nothing to. Not that anyone believed you.

You'd all ended up going out shopping that day, and it was soon dropped. Everyone was too busy picking out what to wear at the show that night, and you were too. For the most part. The only reason you were thinking back, was because you wanted to punch that stupid little grin right off his face, no matter how cute it looked.

Not that it was cute- Oh, who were you kidding. Of course he was. And he bloody well knew it but, ugh, you wished you weren't thinking about this right now,

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The concert had been just as amazing as you'd have hoped.

You were so proud of Louis.

You'd all been rushed backstage just before they went on, and Louis had let out the cutest sound which he had insisted was not a squeal but a 'manly yelp of happiness', and that the tears on Lottie's shirt were just sweat. You let him have it. Just today.

"Knew you couldn't resist me for long-" You heard from behind you and grit your jaw, turning with the full intention to give him a piece of your mind but he had his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"Whoa, sweetheart, I'm just kiddin'. Don't punch me. Atleast not before I go on stage-"

And of course he had to wink after that.

"What do-"

"-I want, yeah yeah," Niall interrupted, filling in before you could ask. "Nothin', actually. Just wanted to say it's nice to see you here. Be nice to know you're in the crowd."

For once, it seemed like he actually meant it.

You didn't really have much time to talk further before all the boys were ushered off for their final mic checks, and you even gave Niall a wave back as you guys left for your seats. You didn't quite know what you were thinking, honestly.

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They had one more show that night, and you'd hoped you'd maybe get to spend some time with them today- With Louis, you meant. But they had a radio thing to do, which, as much as you hated, but, of course.

Louis'd made y'all promise, though. One night, dinner at this low-key place, all the Tomlinsons, plus the boys, and even though it was unsaid, you knew you guys would eventually end up at a club somewhere. Or at least a pub. With Louis, it was a certainty.

Niall had been conspicuously missing from breakfast that morning, but you shut down that line of thought before you could even start down it.

You'd been lounging around in the hotel room, your laptop open. You were supposed to be studying, but it was kind of hard to focus. Especially when the view from the balcony was so amazing.

One of your sisters came to your door just then, pulling you along as you guys took some photos for your instagram pages in one of their rooms, and you had no hesitation whatsoever at leaving the laptop abandoned.

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You'd not taken that long. Or at least that's what you thought. Because it was clearly enough time.

The door had been locked. You'd had to use your keycard, as always.

Inside, though, on all the messy sheets with your laptop still lying open on it was one single white rose, a Dior ribbon on it. There was a card lying under it, and you didn't even have to open it to know who it was from.

But for once, the weird feeling in your chest wasn't the usual irritation. Had he been in your room, though, you found yourself thinking as you reached for the card.

Don't ask me why. X. Niall

And what in the name of god was this supposed to mean? Who gave out white roses just for the fucking sake of it?! This was so fucking typically stupid and try-too-hard-to-be-mysterious of him.

And a little sweet. Just a tiny bit.

You'd just been messing about, turning the card in your hands when you saw there was a small cramped line of text on the back too.

A dress would be too much. Plus u like ur jeans too much. Wear it tonight pls? closet.

What was he on about?

He really was taking this whole thing a bit too much to heart.

But even as you thought that, you found yourself walking to the small hotel closet.

And of course, there it was. A small white box, a thin ribbon tied around it. You opened it up, pushing the soft tissue aside and holding up what was inside.

And oh.

You had to give it to him. He had taste.

It was a cropped top. White, lacy. It wasn't much more than a scrap of fabric, you'd probably have to forego a bra with it, but it really didn't look trashy. And with the right pair of high-waisted jeans, you could get away with wearing it to both the restaurant and the club/pub/whatever place with alcohol you eventually ended up at.

You weren't actually thinking of it- Oh, fuck it. You were. Besides, it was too pretty to let it go to waste at the back of your closet back home. It was too gorgeous to not wear.

But you couldn't help but overthink about it all, but he had sent it to you. And he did ask nicely, that was something. And you really really did want to wear it-

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Yeah, so...

You weren't sure if it was a bad decision or a great decision, wearing the top.

Your sisters had loved it, absolutely gushed about how pretty the ribbons were and you'd very conveniently pretended to forget when they asked where you got it from. Telling them Niall sent it would've been just disastrous. It wasn't like that, anyway.

But his reaction, oh jesus.

He'd been holding a glass of water, chatting with Zayn, all the other boys already sat on one of the tables, and you'd actually seen his eyes widen as they landed on you. You didn't know people actually did that.

Maybe he hadn't expected you to actually wear it. That gave you an odd sense of satisfaction. At least you'd won on that front.

You could feel his eyes on you all the way to the table, and you weren't quite sure why- but something in his gaze actually made your breath catch a bit. No, no. Fuck, no. Nope.

You calmed yourself the best you could, sitting down after everyone, and of course, the only seat left was next to Niall. At this moment you sort of wanted to wield that power over him, you really didn't mind.

"Jesus Christ, darlin', I didn't think you'd actually wear it," He mumbled as soon as everyone was settled the conversation picking up enough for him to be able to speak without being overheard.

"It's pretty. Wouldn't wanna waste it." You shrugged, trying to be as light as you could, but something in the way he was looking at you was making you shift a little more in your seat than usual. And you didn't mind the stupid little nicknames, either, for now.

"Oh, is that the only reason, then, princess?"

Of course he was back to being his cocky self. You would have rolled your eyes. Said something sharp back.

But oh, the way he said it. Something made you pause, heart rate picking up, and you could feel the burning in your cheeks- fucking body, betraying yourself.

"Thought so." He said, a small, smug smile on his face. "It's real pretty on you. Or, rather- You're gorgeous in it."

You stared at him, cheeks still burning, eyes flickering all over his face as you exhaled shakily.

"What? No quip? No 'none of your business, Horan'? C'mon, babe, where's the fun in-"

"Will you just shut up." There was no malice in your tone, though. You couldn't bring any if your life depended on it. More than anything, you knew it sounded like you were begging.

"Beg prettier, darlin'." He said, biting at the inside of his cheek amusedly.

"I'm not-"

"You're not begging, yeah yeah," He smirked, rolling his eyes. "Yet."

And oh, how that one word sent shivers through you.

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He'd let you get off at your own floor, but you'd barely made it to the door of your room before he was back, taking your hand firmly and all but pulling you into the elevator.

It had been hell. The whole night. The constant looks. The constant teasing. The flirting. You didn't know what changed, but something had shifted. And... It really wasn't as bad as you'd thought.

You knew there was a camera in the lift, it was conspicuous. But as soon as the gates had closed he was crowding into you and his hands were on your hips, and you simply let him back you into a corner, head tilted back, throat almost dry as you looked up at him, pupils blown.

Oh this was long, long overdue.

His lips were on yours, and they were demanding. They were biting and pushing and tugging and somewhere far away, you knew his hands were slipping around your waist; you could feel the warmth, the roughness of his calluses.

The next thing you knew, his tongue was pushing against your lips, not swiping, not gentle. He needed it. Demanded it. And you were happy to comply.

You could still taste the wine on him, faintly, his tongue sliding against yours, and you knew you were whimpering against him. For once, you wished more than anything you'd worn a dress, that you could lift your leg up and-

The door dinged softly, the lift stopping and before you could even process, Niall was in action, hands still wrapped around you, all but dragging you along to his room, hands smoothly pushing the card in.

"Pretty girl," He murmured as soon as you were in the room, his thumbs smoothing over your waist as he pulled you into him, his lips finding yours again, and you were whimpering in earnest now, his hands leaving behind stripes of warmth.

"My pretty, pretty girl-" He mumbled between kisses, his fingers deftly pulling at the ribbons of your top, swiping along your shoulder as it fell off. You let him push it down, your breasts spilling free, and he groaned as he saw that you hadn't been wearing a bra all night.

His thumbs immediately reached to tweak one of your nipples, his mouth closing over the other one. "Naughty, naughty little slut," He mumbled, gently biting and pulling at one of your hardening peaks before pulling off and blowing on them.

You whined softly, fingers threading in his hair as you tried to push him back down, needing the soft sensations, the smoothness of his tongue, the warmth on your skin.

But he shook his head, an amused little smirk on his face as he pulled the zip on your top down, letting it fall to the ground.

"C'mere," He said, hands running up and down your sides, leading you to the bed, sitting down on it and spreading his legs, letting you stand between them.

"On your knees, princess, what're you waiting for?"

You stared down at him dumbly for a few moments, feeling too drunk on his touch before it registered, and you sank down into the plush hotel carpet.

He tutted softly, cupping your jaw, his hand sliding to your hair and tugging softly.

"Off, sweetheart. All of it."

And it registered, you were still in your jeans. You stood up, a little clumsy and uncoordinated, fumbling with the denim, letting it stay in a pile on the ground before tugging your panties down.

Niall's eyes were on you every moment. You'd fully expected him to be undressing too, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry. You watched his eyes run along your hipbones, tongue darting out to wet his lips when he saw the string of your arousal snap between your underwear and you.

You knelt back down, a little confused as to why he hadn't undressed yet and, oh-

"Beg for it, princess."

You stared back at him for a few moments, a few shreds of your self respect still holding you back. This was Niall, for god's sake. Why were you naked and kneeling in front of him, let alone actually considering begging for his cock.

"I've got all night, you were the one in a hurry," Niall reminded, pulling you out of your reverie, leaning back on his hands on the bed. "You know you want it, sweetheart."

You could see his erection bulging in his pants, and you unconsciously clenched your thighs together at the thought, your clit sending a delicious jolt through you.

"Please-" You managed to breathe out, voice a bit hoarse.

"Come on, babe. You can do wayyy better than that," Niall smirked, and you would've punched it off his face. Except that you really were desperate for him.

"Niall, please. Please."

"Please what, sweetheart?" He smirked, clearly enjoying this, fingers threading through your hair and tilting your head back to look at him.

"Please, I- Your cock." You mumbled.

"Nuh uh. Couldn't hear that. Speak clearly, princess. Use your words. Spell it out."

"Wanna- I wanna suck your cock," You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end.

"It's not about what you want," Niall said, jerking his hand in your hair, tugging it sharply. "I said beg."

And the whimper you let out at that was pathetic. "Please- Niall. I- I'm beggin'. I need to taste your cock."

"Yeah, sweetheart? That so? Wanna choke on it, do you? Want me to use your pretty little mouth?"

You nodded.

"Words." He reminded.

"I-" You swallowed thickly, the ache between your legs way more important than what your brain said. "Please, I want to taste you, Niall, please. I want to feel you in my mouth. Need to choke on it-"

"Good girl," He groaned, spreading his legs a bit wider, tilting his head in slight permission.

Your hands were eager, fumbling with the button of his jeans, shaking slightly as you pulled the zipper down, the sharp snick the only sound in the room other than both your heavy breaths.

You licked your lips almost reflexively, pulling down his boxers just enough to free him. The clothes were obviously staying on and- It was kind of delicious, in a filthy way, kneeling here, naked, in front of a fully dressed him.

"Ask for it nicely, princess," He said, giving himself a few lazy strokes before letting his dick just rest there on your face. The weight felt heavenly, the warmth of his skin against yours and-

"Please, please let me suck your cock, Niall."

He moaned softly, nodding as he grasped himself, leaving trails of precum on your cheeks and nose before he pulled back.

You slowly wrapped your fingers around him, almost reverent as you pumped your fingers down. You could see his foreskin pulling back, the precum beading at his tip, and you didn't even think before leaning in and licking it off, letting the salty bitterness coat your tongue.

You could hear his soft groans, but it felt like he was miles away. His hand was still cupping the back of your head, but it was a reassuring presence more than anything.

All that mattered in that moment was his cock in front of you, an angry red at the tip, the heat emanating from him- You couldn't wait, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in halfway, pausing as he hit the back of your throat, pulling back off.

You took a deep breath, glancing up at him as you pumped his now slick length a few times, leaning in to suckle on just his tip, letting your tongue dart along his slit, eagerly lapping up any drops.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Niall groaned, his grip tightening in your hair.

That was all the encouragement you needed to duck down further, ignoring the burn in your throat, the discomfort as you relaxed your throat. You had the hand not wrapped around him, pressing into your thumb into your palm hard, trying not to gag.

You paused, taking a few shallow breaths to adjust, your nose almost brushing against his pubes.

"You're doing so- fuck- good, princess. Keep going," Niall hummed, his hips giving the smallest of thrusts upwards.

You slowly pulled back, before picking up a rhythm. Your other hand was braced on his thigh now, the denim of it grounding you.

None of it made sense. You were choking, it was wildly uncomfortable- you could barely breathe, and you were sure tears were streaming down your face. By all logic, you should've hated this. It was Niall, for fuck's sake, but in the moment, this was where you needed to be.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, the message in them clear for him.

use me.

"You sure?" Niall asked, and you blinked once slowly.

"Fuck me, look at you," He groaned. "All snappy and shit, one good taste of my cock and you're begging me to use your throat," He said, punctuating each time he paused with a thrust upwards.

You couldn't help but whimper at his words, and gag at the way he was thrusting into your mouth. Your nails were digging into his thigh, but it just seemed to egg him on further,

"Pretty little throat- There for me to use- Fuck, you feel so good princess. Should've given in long ago-" He said, panting as he fucked your throat.

And you could feel the tears streaming down your face, and you loved it. Loved how filthy you felt, how used. None of it made sense, and you didn't want it to.

He tightened his grip on your hair, bringing you all the way down and holding you there. His pubes were tickling your nose, you could barely breath, your throat burned, but oh-

You dragged your fingers through your slit, gathering your juices before shoving two unceremoniously into yourself, moaning around him as you hooked them forward, your own palm brushing against your clit.

"You touchin' yourself for me, sweetheart?" He asked, voice hoarse as he looked down at you, letting you lift your head just enough to breath before bringing you all the way down.

"Fuck, jesus. Turned yourself on sucking on my cock like a pretty lil' whore so much that you had to fuck your own fingers, hm?" he moaned softly. "Touch that pretty little cunt for me, then, princess. You deserve it, bein' such a good little cocksucker for me-"

And fucking hell, you knew he had a filthy mouth but this was beyond your filthiest dreams. You kept grinding against your palm, clit dragging along your skin as you pressed against your g spot. His hips sped up, thrusting shallower now, giving your already sore throat a bit of a rest.

You hollowed your cheeks again, looking up at him before humming softly.

"Oh jesus, princess don't do that I'm gonna-"

He barely even made it through that whole sentence before you felt his hips stutter, warm streams of his cum hitting the back of your throat, making you gag further. You didn't pull off, instead watching the beautiful expressions on his face, his eyes scrunched up, mouth hanging open in ecstasy- intently waiting till he gave one shallow thrust of his hips.

You pulled off then, tilting your head back and opening your mouth for just a second before swallowing. Just enough time for him to see his release pooling your mouth, and it had just the reaction you'd anticipated.

"Such an eager little slut," He murmured, his voice low and hoarse, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip as he held your chin. "Didn't even have to ask you to swallow, did I? If you'd just stopped pretending to hate me so much I coulda-" He broke off, giving you a small amused smirk.

"Your fingers still in your pretty little pussy, princess?"

You licked the final remnants of his cum off your lips, nodding slightly.

"Out."

You almost pouted, but it was almost like your fingers had a mind of their own, listening to his instructions. You whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness. Before you could place your hand back on your thigh, he caught your wrist, bringing it up to his mouth instead.

You gasped softly, way too gone to even form sentences as he wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking your essence off them in a way that reminded you of what you'd just been doing a few moments ago. It looked like the world's most dirty poetry in motion.

"You're starin', princess," He mumbled amusedly around your fingers, smirking as he pulled off. "It's very cute."

"I'm not-" You started, your voice hoarse.

"Don't even try and deny it," He chuckled smugly. "'S alright, it was long overdue, yknow. I knew you'd come around eventually. 'S why I waited," He broke off, exhaling deeply. "Anyway, all that aside. Up on the bed, sweetheart. Unless you're too comfy down there between my legs." He added with a teasing smirk.

You sort of hated yourself for how easily you obeyed, but you'd stopped fighting it as much. It felt pointless, he had too much power over you, and the main thing was, you wanted him to.

He shifted slightly to let you clamber on, waiting till you were sitting all the way up with your back to the headboard before he got off, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his jeans and boxers all the way off.

The absolute fucker was making a show out of it. He knew you were watching, and he was playing it up for you. You knew your cheeks were burning, but you couldn't help it.

You thought he'd get on the bed but he turned to one of the suitcases lying messily open in the corner of the room instead, going through it as he looked for something.

You couldn't help but stare at the curve of his back, wanting to run your fingers over his spine, the back of his neck, his ass and-

He stood up, a small foil square in his hand, an amused grin lazily spreading over his face when he noticed you staring. "It really is doing wonders for my ego, yknow, all this staring. I don't really mind,"

You blushed a bit more, mumbling something under your breath which you both knew was an excuse.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, but he'd tossed the condom off to the side for now, instead placing a hand on each of your knees, slowly spreading them.

You whimpered reflexively, biting your lip.

He didn't mention it, just chuckling with an extremely infuriating smirk on his face. The whole effect was offset by the way he was looking at you, though. And the fact that he was between your legs.

"You're absolutely drippin', princess," He teased, index finger swiping up your puffy lips. "All from sucking my dick, huh. Who would've thought you'd be such a pretty little slut for me?"

He leaned down, pressing soft, fluttering kisses along both your thighs, then at the top of your mound. His tongue darted out, drawing tight little circles on your clit and you didn't care that you were in a hotel with your brother and his other bandmates' rooms on the same floor. You moaned his name loudly, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling.

Your thighs tightened around him as he latched onto your clit, suckling with a pressure that sent your eyes rolling back, and he kept his eyes on your face the whole time. You genuinely felt light headed.

"Come on, baby," He mumbled against you, sending vibrations coursing through your body, his tongue dipping inside you now, licking along your walls, curling up into the perfect spot. His fingers were now on your clit, drawing quick little patterns, rubbing it in tandem with his tongue, and after all that teasing, you stood no chance.

"Niall I'm-"

"Give it to me," He all but growled against you and those vibrations were what sent you over the edge. You were sure you were crushing his head between your thighs, but his eyes still had the same look of pure lust. Everything tingled, from your toes to the tips of your fingers, and the waves seemed never ending.

You were out of breath by the time he finally pulled away, wiping his chin with his fingers, wasting no time in moving up and covering your body with his again, his lips finding yours.

The kiss was just like before, demanding, urgent- you could taste yourself on him, and it was hotter than it had any right to be.

His hands were all over you, tracing the planes of your shoulders, down your arms, threading his fingers through yours and bringing your hands up and pinning them by your head.

He looked down at you with an almost unreadable look, but you were way too distracted by his erection poking your thigh again. You shifted slightly, widening the space between your legs, letting him settle fully between them. His dick ended up brushing against your core again, and the soft gasp/moan combo that he let out might've been the hottest sound you'd heard from him.

"Someone's eager for my cock," He murmured, his lips brushing yours but not properly touching. "Y'know what to do, sweetheart."

You groaned, not wanting to beg again, instead wrapping your legs around his waist, making sure he was pressing up against you and could feel just how wet you were.

This time, however, it didn't work. He just tutted, sitting back on his heels as he unwrapped your legs from around him.

"You know you want it, baby, don't make me ask again," He said, raising an eyebrow as he reached for the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on lazily. He gave you a small look as he saw the obstinant expression on your face, that clearly said 'lets not make this harder for both of us'.

And honestly, a part of you- a bigger part than you were ready to admit just yet- wanted to, too.

"Fuck me, Niall. Please," You said softly, spreading your legs a bit more to let him get a full view of your pussy.

"Beg prettier, princess."

You pouted a bit, hips squirming as you looked up at him. "Please, baby. I need it. Need to feel you fillin' me up, Ni. Please."

He gave you a small amused look, leaning down to press a quick, rough kiss to your lips before he got one of the pillows from the bed, tapping your hip before sliding it under you.

You watched him, toes curled in anticipation as he placed one knee on the other side of your thigh, shifting you slightly so that you were lined up with him.

"Ready, princess?" He asked softly, waiting until your nod before rubbing the tip along your slit, coating himself in your wetness before slowly pushing in.

His hands were on your hips, fingers digging in. The stretch was perfect, and you moaned softly each time he moved forward. When he bottomed out and gave a small experimental grind of his hips, you let out a surprised moan. His pelvis was rubbing against your clit with each movement and you were eager for more.

"Move, please, Ni," You whimpered.

He hooked his hand under one of your knees, bringing it up slightly so it was bent before he started circling his hips. He went a bit too slow for your liking, even though you hadn't fully adjusted to how thick he was. He didn't listen to any of your begging, not this time- and the little considerate act should not have been so sexy to you, but it was.

He finally started moving in earnest, hooking his hips up every so often, pushing against your G spot in a way that had your hands bunching in the sheets, moaning his name out.

"Come on, princess, come for me," Niall mumbled, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing now. His voice was strained, and it was clear he was holding back.

"H-harder," You managed to gasp out.

Niall complied instantly, his hips pounding into yours, your eyes rolling back as you whimpered, clenching down on him.

"Just like that, c'mon baby, let go for me," He mumbled, pressing down on your lower stomach with his palm, hooking his hips up hard and you moaned incoherently, hips moving up to meet his as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

The look on his face as he came, the soft pants as he caught himself above you, pressing kisses along the side of your neck- You couldn't coherently remember any of it, and none of it made sense to you, but you'd never felt better in your life.

You were vaguely aware of whining when he pulled out, the sudden emptiness jarring, but he was back in bed in a minute, wiping you down with a warm flannel before cuddling up from behind you and oh- you hadn't taken him for a cuddler, but you weren't complaining.

"Princess, you still there with me?" He mumbled amusedly, tracing patterns along your sides.

You nodded slightly, not quite feeling up to answering.

"I'm gonna take that as a no," He said, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

You whined softly in protest, and he just chuckled, turning you to face him instead, hooking your leg over his waist. "'S alright, baby, you can accept it." He teased, kissing your lips softly. "No shame in going cock dumb every once in a while. It's a good look on you."

"Heyyy," you protested weakly, voice still deliciously sore from how roughly he'd treated you earlier.

"See, that's a total yes to being cock dumb,"

"Is not."

"So you're coherent?"

"Mhm."

"Cause that's how coherent people speak," He teased, raising an eyebrow as he carded your hair off your forehead.

"So am, fuck you,"

"Again? Princess, I don't reckon you can go again without me completely breaking you," He grinned mischievously.

"So can."

"Can not."

"Wanna try?"

"Oh fuck yeah,"

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A/N: Not a clue how it ended up this long, but he's an absolute delicious bastard to write for so, here yall are. Reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

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Hi, I am not sure how Tumblr works or how Im supposed to tag, though I just read Painting Red Madonnas (I would die for the chance to get amnesia and read it for a first time again :D) and Ive wondered,

what would happen when I drop your Bella from PRM verse back into Forks? How do you think her relationships with the Cullen would work out? I am actually mega inspired to write a fic on ao3 about this (credits included of course) and while I am pretty set on the idea of what plot will happen, Im too curious what you would do about it.

(We are also assuming that Edward does not immediately eat her, Im more thinking about leaning on canon Ed in his first reaction to her)

I also want to state that this is such a bad idea to read PRM during lecture I straight up died.

Painting Red Madonnas by me

Glad you like the fic so much! And of course, you have my blessing if you want to do that, all I ask is that you give credit to the origin and if you do end up doing it I'd love a link (inspired by is great for this if you're using Ao3).

Sorry for your time in lecture.

Back to Your Question

Depends what you mean by Forks.

The premise of Painting Red Madonnas was that the Cullens never came to Forks. As a result, when Bella arrives in Forks, it's an ordinary small town (apart from the weird thing where Jake still turned into a werewolf due to other vampires in the area, but we're not here to talk about that).

Bella back in time in her own world would just be back to regular old high school, her drama of the day would be "Should I be friends with Jacob or not :/" and "Jake, now that we're friends, you're not going to suddenly ghost me with no warning, right?"

But we'll assume she's in Twilight Forks.

Well, first, I imagine she's very confused on how/why she's back in time. Clearly, the vampires are responsible for this somehow, though why they'd send her back to Forks and high school is beyond her. Is she... being punished?

Then she sees the Cullens in the cafeteria, and she's definitely being punished.

Now, for Bella, this is actually very difficult. See, she would love nothing more than to go back to Phoenix with a "NOPE" as soon as she sees them.

However, that would a) be leaving Charlie unprotected b) the whole reason she left Renee was because she was a third wheel and was nobly sacrificing herself by coming to Forks.

So, Bella can't leave.

But she also can't call up the Volturi because a) she's never met them in this world b) that would be kind of rude and selfish to make them come all the way to Forks to deal with Edward again.

BELLA HAS TO HANDLE THIS ON HER OWN.

I imagine she at first does her best to put as much distance between herself and Edward... this doesn't work because they sit next to each other in Biology and she smells really good. While Edward sees Bella's terrified of him, he thinks it's the instinctive terror all humans get rather than someone who, well, has met him in different circumstances.

Edward then disappears for several days and that would be good except... is he pretending to be a bear eating Charlie again?

Then, Edward returns, and he's... asking... questions. Despite herself, Bella is somehow giving fascinating answers, which she doesn't understand at all. In other words, pretty much exactly like canon, except that Bella's slightly warier and more biased though admits that Edward is really really really hot.

Honestly...

I think Twilight would more or less happen. Sure, Bella would like nothing to do with this guy, he did kill her father in another timeline and do a bunch of horrible things, but he keeps talking to her and she doesn't know how to do anything about this. And is this Edward really guilty of everything the other Edward did? He's kind of sweet. Edward ends up dumping her for her own good (she doesn't know how she feels about that), she rekindles her friendship with Jacob and "YOU WERE A WEREWOLF THE WHOLE TIME?!" I imagine she even goes to Volterra when Alice asks because "yay, see Marcus" and mixed feelings about Edward trying to kill himself because of her/all of it in general.

At which point she gets turned, and she can't believe that she could have called them the entire time.

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Best Friend Protocol #3 (Bridge Part)

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You're Felix's childhood friend, and you and he have been planning a visit to see him for his birthday for what feels like years now. Unfortunately, SKZ is a very busy group, and the week-long vacation you'd planned for doesn't seem possible. Until Felix decides to ask his bandmates a favor...

Word Count: All images, so N/A. Unless someone wants to make these accessible but I don't really know how.

Notes: It's mostly a coincidence, but we're gonna pretend I was writing and positing this 2day 2 celebrate Contract Renewal <3

If you spot continuity errors no you didn't. Same w spelling errors. I am a simple Dyslexic, and texting is hard. Still struggling with the group texts. It's kind of easier if I decide what everyone is doing at a given moment. I might turn off time stamps entirely, they're 90% of what makes these difficult lol. Reader's character keeps changing ever so slightly and so does Felix's. Not sure what that's about, they're just lil guys <3 I'm excited to get more into the meat of the story. We'll be starting time skips soon, and OT8 Reader interactions start next chap.

Warnings: She/Her Reader

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

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Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, D- Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you.

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Back again with another part, I've had a really shitty day if I'm honest and so, umm, writing this now has sort of helped, I guess?

Once again nothing has been proof-read so yeah, it won't make any sense maybe and this ones' a bit longer than the rest but once I get carried away I just can't stop so this is definitely going to have a few more parts to this one. I just don't know how many that will be, so I guess we'll see what happens.

Thank you each and every single one of you for the response to this small fic series so far, I'm so glad that people are liking it so much.

The confession you have made leaves the room feeling a tense atmosphere, the girls will not let you give up so easily so they make a decision on your behalf to help you on the right path to get better.

tw: heavy angst, mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"What... What does that even mean?" Katie furrows her eyebrows as she looks at you for a more logical answer.

"I'm tired, I'm so tired and I can't keep on fighting this battle anymore" You speak quietly, afraid to meet their eyes.

Each one of them really did mean so much to you, they all look heart broken with the what you had confessed.

Steph, the Aussie girl that made you feel so loved

Kim, your captain who always talked sense into you

Jen, the brave Scots' woman who you can rely on

Caitlin, the second Aussie that you love despite how annoying she is

Katie, the Irish girl who acts all tough but is a total softie

Beth, the blonde who gives great advice when you need it

Viv, the dutch who you cheers you up when she sneaks you ice cream

Lia, the swiss girl that gives you the best hugs sometimes

& Leah, the one who stuck around and made you feel at home

Your family, you would really miss them all.

However, you knew it was time.

It was the only way, you couldn't do it any longer.

The battle was too hard, it needed to end.

"Y/N, you're awake!" Vic burst into the room and broke the sudden silence before she spins and looks back towards the door. "Less! Kyra! Lotte! Laura! Y/N/N is awake!" she shouts loud enough to get the attention of the three remaining girls not in the room.

As right on queue, the rest of the girls all run in and smile widely when they see you awake and sat up in the hospital bed.

"Y/N/N, you're awake!" Laura says as she grins at you before she walks over and hugs you.

"Hi Y/N/N!" Alessia smiles brightly, glad to see you're awake.

"Y/N/N!" Kyra shouted aloud, right down the blondes' ear beside her.

"Ow, Kyra. That was right down my ear" Alessia grumbles as she glares at the Aussie girl before she shakes her head and walks over to your beside to exchange a hug with you.

"Glad that you're awake, Y/N. You gave us all a scare" Lotte came over and gave you a gentle hug before she ruffles your hair.

None of them 4 girls had caught the glum expressions on the older girls' faces.

"So how long do you think it'll be before your back on the pitch and we can prank everyone?" Kyra questions taking it upon herself to plop herself down on the end of the bed.

"Hopefully not too long" You take the chance to put a front on in front of the girls in the room. "I'll be back before you know it and thrashing you out there!" you give her a grin to hide the deep pain inside.

"How're you feelin' kid?" Lotte glances at you concerned.

"Oh you know, fabulous. Just had the best 24 hour nap" You can't help but joke with the girls even with them all looking so distraught. "Ah come on girls, cheer up. I'm not dead yet, you know?" You tell them.

"I'm sorry no I can't do this. I can't sit here and pretend that everything is okay and fine, when it's not... It's far from okay" Leah spoke up as she goes to move off the bed from where she sat beside you.

"What's going on?" Vic asks confused, having not been in the room previously.

"Y/N/N is tired of life, she wants to give up on it" Leah tells them as her bottom lip wobbles at she tells the rest of the girls what you had said.

"W... What do you mean?" Laura asks, confused and not understanding what the blonde means.

"Y/N wants to die" Leah drops the bombshell before she presses a kiss that lasts longer than usual and then starts to walk away.

"What?" Alessia gasps as her eyes widen in shock as she looks at you.

"Wait, Le... No!" You shot up as you try and latch onto her arm. "Le, don't leave me... I need you-- Please, come back!" you shout aloud as you thrash your arms around.

"I'll go and find her" Lia is quick to follow her, leaving the rest of the girls all still staring at you.

"Y/N, you need to be careful of your bandages or there'll rip" Steph says gently as she looks concerned about your well-being now while she moves to stand by your beside.

"I don't care, I don't... I don't care! Leah! Don't go, come back!" You continue to put up a fight to get out of the hospital bed. "Please, please, c... come back!" you scream at the top of your voice.

What have you done? You made her so upset.

You've made them all so upset, your a horrible person.

Why did you have to blurt it out like that? Your so stupid.

Stupid, selfish... You're nothing but a huge let down.

The voices inside your head was taunting you, you just needed them to stop.

Watching the one person that's always stuck by your side, walk away, it hurts you more that you realise.

More than any pain you currently feel, why did you go and say that?

"Calm down Y/N/N. You'll make yourself sick if your not careful" Beth tells you as she moves to stand on the other side of the bed as she pulls you into her arms for a hug as you just break down into sobs.

"I... I don't care, I don't... Leah! Come back!" Your now sobbing as you still try and do your best to get out of bed to go after the blonde, although it wasn't any good when you had so many different wires and monitors attached to you. "Le, please... please, don't leave me!"

Why did it hurt so much for her to walk away like that? You really were so selflish.

"Deep breaths, Y/N. Just keep on taking deep breaths" Steph adds in, trying to make it to the point where you didn't get yourself too upset that you were physically hurting yourself again.

"I'll be back" Kim eyes you wearily as she exhales a sigh before she also leaves the room to go and find the two girls.

"Leah?" Lia found Leah sat slouched down against one of the walls outside of your hospital room.

Leah peers up to look at the Swiss women, "I can't be in there right now" she mumbles quietly. " I... I just can't do it, I can't sit there and listen to crack jokes about death and be so optemistic when she... when she said something like that, I just can't" she explains to the older girl.

"I know" Lia replies in agreement and moves sit beside her.

"She said that she wants to die, Wally" Leah states as she stares straight out in front of her.

"I... I know" Lia repeats as she exhales a sigh and wraps her free arm around the blonde.

"She said she wants out of life... I... I-- Why?" Leah asks in disbelief as the tears threaten to spill.

"I don't know, Le" Lia mumbles and bits her bottom slightly.

"S...She said she wants to die, Wally" Leah voice quiviers as she repeats what they heard. "She's a teenage girl, s... she has so much more to achieve, so much more-- H... How can she be so depressed about life that she would rather be dead instead?" she questions distraught.

"She's suffering Le" Lia swallows the lump that forms in her throat as she hugs the blonde in her arms. "She's been suffering for a long time and we just didn't know, but we can help now" she tries to speak positive about it all.

"I... I thought she was doing better, she... she was doing better. I don't get it, what happened that made her do this?" Leah wonders numbly as she roughly wipes the tears away and shakes her head. "We can't let her die, we can't let her give up just so easily. She needs to fight... She has to fight!" she adds in.

"We will help her, we won't let her suffer in silence anymore" Kim speaks up as she joins the two of them as she exhales a shaky breath. "Y/N is one of our own, we'll be there for her and she'll get better" she tells them honestly.

"But how can we do that when she doesn't even want the help?" Leah questions as she shakes her head in disagreement. "You heard her in there, Kim! You heard what she said, she doesn't want to live anymore, she did what she did on purpose. H... How can we help her?" she questions as her voice breaks even more.

"We need to make a plan, we can come up with a way to help her... Even if she doesn't want the help" Kim declares with determination in her voice.

"But how do we do that? We can't keep an eye on her 24/7, when we have training and stuff, can we?" Lia glances at the Scots' woman in confusion.

"We keep her in hospital where she'll be safe" Kim tells the two of them.

"And how do we do that? I imagine as soon as she gets the chance then she'll bolt out of here" Leah scoffs and shakes her head, knowing you all too well and you were stubborn when it come to some things.

"We don't let her have the chance to do that then, still is still a minor remember? Technically that means, that you, Leah, since you're her guardian so too speak, you can make that decision for her and notify the doctors of your concern for her own welfare" Kim explains to the blonde, which was somewhat true now since you had moved in with her.

"Keeping her here against her own will? She'd hate me then for sure" Leah mutters as she rubs her hands down her face, feeling the stress of everything even more when the decision was resting on her shoulders.

"She might do at first, but soon enough she'll realise that you're only doing this to help her because you love her just like we all do" Kim gives the blonde a sympathetic smile.

"Kim is right Leah, this will be the best thing for Y/N" Lia speaks up after she had been quiet for a bit.

Leah glances between the two girls that she is sat with. "Is it, really?" she asks, still unsure about it all.

"You know it is Le" Lia states, knowingly.

Okay, maybe Kim has a point there then.

This would be the best decision to make right now.

"Alright, but how do we get here to stay here?" Leah asks, not knowing how to even go about this.

"First things first, we-- you speak to the doctors, you tell them that she cut herself and has admitted that she intended to do it. That's validation for the doctors to detain her for up to 72 hours at least" Kim explains the logical side of it all.

"That is something that I don't think she will like very much" Lia frowns, shaking her head as she listens to the older women.

Leah frowns and shakes her head. "A psych hold? I don't think she'll like that very much" The Swiss women tells her captain

"No, she won't but she won't have much choice if the doctors believe she's at risk of hurting herself again" Kim confesses to them as she exhales a deep sigh. "The doctors will run further assessment to determine whether they need to keep her in for longer and in the mean time, it gives us chance to talk to Jonas and the medical staff, fill them in what's happened and create a proper plan going forward" she adds in.

"And what if you determine that she needs to stay for longer than 72 hours?" Lia questions the Scots' woman.

"Then we cross that bridge when we come to it" Kim replies to the blonde as she moves to crouch down beside her.

"I know that it'll hurt to walk away and leave her here in the hospital Le, but you know as well that this is the right way, it's the only way for her to get better" Lia says honestly.

"Remember that Y/N is our family and we will always be there for her even if she will be mad at us about this" Kim adds in.

"Oh yeah, she is definitely going to be super mad about this" Leah chuckles in realisation about it.

Sure enough you would probably be mad with her, but Leah wasn't going to let you try and kill yourself again, not on her watch.

You were her family even if you were a complete pain is the ass sometimes, but you were her pain in the ass to deal with.

[fallenrocket]

Some Random Galinda/Elphaba/Fiyero Thoughts

Note: This is mostly based on the musical, looking at the movie in particular--while I love the book, Fiyero is so different between the two versions that he needs to be viewed as two separate characters. Also, my shipping thoughts go hand in hand with my neurodivergent headcanons. For the purposes of this post, we have Elphaba (autistic,) Galinda (high-masking autistic/ADHD,) and Fiyero (ADHD.)

For as long as there have been love triangles and shipper wars, there have been fans who've pointed out the obvious solution of "So-and-So has two hands!" I've certainly seen the appeal of various OT3 ships in the past, but after watching Wicked: Part 1, I'm not sure if I've ever seen a love triangle as much in need of an OT3 resolution as Galinda/Elphaba/Fiyero.

Any way you look at it, it's clear that Elphaba is the apex of this triangle/polycule, so let's start there. The Elphaba/Galinda and Elphaba/Fiyero ships are both rock solid. Both have certain similarities, the popular hottie paired with the gorgeous outcast whose beauty can only be seen by them. But the road to how they get there in each case is a little different, so we'll take them one at a time.

Elphaba/Galinda

We have to talk about them first, obviously. That's why we're all here, right? The relationship so iconic, you can build a whole marketing campaign purely off the colors green and pink. These two have a classic love/hate setup, the old I Hate My Roommate, Oh No I Love Them! routine. But with both characters, it goes so deep. Being seen as a good person is crucial to Galinda's sense of self, and from the moment she meets Elphaba, who sees through her self-aggrandizing vow to use her not-yet-developed sorcery skills to "help" her, that sense of self is challenged. The image Galinda presents to the world is so carefully controlled and precise--her popularity is thanks in part to the fact that she's constantly performing "personhood" for those around her. But Elphaba immediately sees through her performance, calling her out in front of everybody.

That, I think, is at the heart of their early conflicts. It's not just that Galinda is pretty and popular and Elphaba is green and weird. It's that Elphaba has no issue pointing out that Galinda isn't what she pretends to be, and that rattles her. At the same time, it probably burns her up that Elphaba refuses to give in to what other people think about her, at least giving the impression that she doesn't care about their opinions. That isn't true, of course, as Galinda rightly recognizes at the Ozdust Ballroom.

When Galinda steps forward to dance with Elphaba, it's a revolutionary moment for her character. It's an unspoken acknowledgment that she had been cruel in giving Elphaba the hat, willingly admitting that she's not as "good" as she likes to think she is. But at the same time, this dance is the first truly kind thing Galinda does in the story. Like Elphaba, she hasn't stopped caring what people think about her, but for the first time, doing something right means more to her than just giving the appearance of it. So she stands with Elphaba among the stares and whispers, following her lead and doing her dance regardless of how it looks.

"Popular" is more than just a recompense, a genuine way to try and help Elphaba after tricking her earlier with the hat. Even as Galinda tries to make Elphaba more like her--ultimately giving up when she realizes how lovely Elphaba already is as herself--this is Galinda at her most unmasked, which actually makes her a little more like Elphaba. She is extra as hell throughout this whole song, delightfully goofy and hyper and excited. It's in stark contrast with Elphaba, who doesn't know what to think here, but this is who Galinda is when she's not performing for everyone around her. Elphaba is always 100% herself and never lets anyone take that away from her, and in "Popular," Galinda lets Elphaba see her.

When the break happens between them in "Defying Gravity," it has nothing to do with how they feel about each other. Their angry/frustrated accusations of "I hope you're happy" give way to their sad/wistful farewells of "I hope you're happy." Their essential breakdown is about, not who they are but how they are. Elphaba doesn't know how to go along to get along, even for the sake of playing a long game, so she immediately blows everything up with the Wizard and Madame Morrible because she knows how wrong this all is. She shows her hand without a second thought and is instantly prepared to throw everything else away for her ideals. Galinda, meanwhile, has spent her life being who other people expect her to be, and she doesn't really know how to give all that up--including her dreams of becoming a sorcerer and her chance for real power and influence--to take what feels like a shortsighted stand. Elphaba has no plan beyond "I won't do this" and "We have to get out," and as much as Galinda loves her, she's not ready or able to take that leap. They're both caught on diverging paths, reaching out for each other even as they're being pulled apart. Gaaaaah!!!

Elphaba/Fiyero

Even though Elphaba/Fiyero plays with similar archetypes and some similar themes as Elphaba/Galinda, their interactions and relationship are different, which is valuable. This isn't just a case where the canon M/F ship gets to "go there" while copying the F/F ship Because Compulsive Heterosexuality. I will say, the movie in particular gives me lots of Fiyero feels that I don't necessarily have with the stage show, so my thoughts on both Elphaba/Fiyero and Galinda/Fiyero rely heavily on Jonathan Bailey's interpretation of the character. In this version of the story, Fiyero does feel important to me, not just a shoehorned-in love interest for the sake of it.

Like Galinda, Fiyero is a character who masks/performs a lot. A key difference between them, I think, is that Fiyero has much more self-awareness about his. He knows what he's doing when he plays the role of the shallow party prince, essentially "giving the people what they want." But as hard as Galinda works to maintain the image she projects, I'm not sure if she entirely realizes that it isn't the real her. Both characters are trapped behind the masks they've made, but Fiyero definitely knows it, and I'm not sure if Galinda does.

At any rate, that's what we're working with when Fiyero meets Elphaba. In this instance, he clocks her before she clocks him--Fiyero easily defies her expectations when she rattles through her standard "no, I'm not seasick" list, and he immediately treats her like a person, something that not many people in her life do.

Elphaba quite can't see that at first, though. I don't know if she initially buys the performance Fiyero sells everyone else, but she's pointedly unimpressed by it. While everybody else is tripping over themselves falling for his charms in "Dancing Through Life," Elphaba huffs and rolls her eyes, even when Fiyero specifically meets her gaze in the middle of the number and gives her a little "hey, I know you!" wave.

So even though we get a bit of a love/hate trajectory again, it's not mutual this time. Fiyero is intrigued by Elphaba from the start, though not particularly because of her greenness--rather, he finds it interesting that she's immune to his charm. He likes that she speaks her mind and causes "commotion," and post-"Popular," he tells her she doesn't need to change herself. The unspoken implication? He likes who she already is. Elphaba is the one who holds back here.

It's not clear exactly where and how the change happens for her. Obviously, the rescue of the Lion cub marks the moment where Elphaba realizes her feelings for Fiyero, voiced in "I'm Not that Girl." But her opinion--and understanding--of him had already shifted. As he points out, some part of her chooses not to knock him out with the poppy spell, recognizing him as a potential ally to help the Lion. And it's in that scene where she acknowledges that he just pretends to be shallow and self-absorbed, adding that he's unhappy within that performance. So she's already made those observations about him. But when did it happen? For me, that's the part I'm not seeing on the screen, and it's an interesting question to wonder what causes Elphaba to reevaluate Fiyero in the first place.

With both Galinda and Fiyero, I think it's important to note that loving Elphaba doesn't change who they fundamentally are. This isn't character growth via The Love of a Good Woman. Both of them already are the people Elphaba comes to know and love, but the parts of them that she values are the parts that they tend to hide. Loving Elphaba makes them want to let themselves be seen, at least by her. By the end of the movie, Fiyero's feelings about how he wants to show himself are already changing, while Galinda is torn, breaking her own heart as she's dragged back into other people's expectations.

Galinda/Fiyero

Mileage on this one varies, I know. Plenty of fans will argue that this "triangle" really only has two sides, that it's Elphaba/Galinda and Elphaba/Fiyero. That Galinda/Fiyero is purely fake performative comphet. If that's your interpretation, that's cool.

For me, though, I do think there are real feelings there, on both sides. Galinda lamenting, "I don't even think he's perfect anymore, and I still want him!" feels major for her character, and I see Fiyero's care in how gently he responds when Galinda is knocked out by the poppies. And it's just more interesting to me if they both care about each other. I'm not saying their feelings for each other are the same as what they feel for Elphaba, or as intense. But in a hypothetical OT3 resolution for this story, I think their relationship would add up to more than just passing each other coming and going from Elphaba's bedroom.

I find Galinda/Fiyero very interesting because, even though they're the only "official" couple within the triangle by the end of the movie, there's far more potential in what their relationship could be than what it actually is at this point. In an OT3 scenario, I feel like their dynamic requires the most speculation or imagination. It's very clear what Elphaba/Galinda or Elphaba/Fiyero would be like romantically. But what would Galinda/Fiyero be to each other?

The way I see it, their canon relationship is hampered by two chief points: masking and outside expectations of monogamy.

Because both of them are performing most of the time, that extends to their relationship. Fiyero and Galinda start dating because each is very much The Sort of Person I'm Supposed to Date. When they flirt with each other, it feels like you're watching a play, two master performers "yes and-ing" their way through a relationship that's far more about the image they want to present than what they themselves really want.

Again, they're both drawn to Elphaba in part because she sees them for who they are and makes them want to be who they are. Fiyero's mask makes him actively unhappy, and at minimum, Galinda's puts her under a lot of pressure to maintain it and forces her into heartwrenching choices. So as they date one another--largely because other people expect it of them, because they're "perfect together"--their relationship is tied up in this thing that brings them misery and stress.

Furthermore, they're not really dating one another, they're dating one another's masks. We know that the real Galinda and the real Fiyero are both great--Elphaba wouldn't like them if they weren't! But in in their relationship, they don't really get to see the parts of each other that Elphaba loves.

That brings me to their other main hindrance. If Galinda and Fiyero are artificially forced into monogamy, then of course it's not gonna happen for them. They're just not it. Neither of them would choose the other over Elphaba, and if only one of them can be with her, than one person's happily-ever-after is the other one's loss.

In that way, I think a real Galinda/Fiyero relationship could only be possible inside an OT3. If both of them were free to date Elphaba, free to love and be loved by her, that could give them space to love each other, in whatever form that would take. Maybe it'd be romantic, maybe not (Lesbian!Galinda truthers, I see you!)--maybe they'd both have a romantic/sexual relationship with Elphaba and be platonic partners for each other. I'm not sure. But I do think they genuinely care about each other, and I think they'd be able to figure out what that looks like for them if they were both comfortable and secure in their relationship with Elphaba. If they didn't 1) feel forced to compete for her or 2) feel that, not being with her, they were one another's "consolation prize." And since I also think being with Elphaba would help them both feel more comfortable in dropping their masks and being their authentic selves, they'd have a much better opportunities to actually get to know one another.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

love your haikyuu au!! i was REALLY into haikyuu circa 2021 so this has been a treat :]] (im gnawing at the au and shaking it like a dog toy)

the orcas vs seals thing makes me wonder: is koby gonna make an appearance in this au? because itd be hilarious if every time the two teams cross paths its just instant hostility but the moment luffy and koby notice one another its just

granted, i do think koby would at least pretend to hate luffy and all he is. just like in the canon though, he does a sucky job at it

thanks sm! i also got into it around that time, really got me through the end of my senior year and covid. (biting and gnawing and thrashing them)

yeah koby would show up Luffy's second year since koby is a year younger than him. So Ace and Sabo (and bepo(he's there too)) would be graduated and i bewieve luffy would take over as captain and start recruiting more strawhats on the team like usopp and chopper(when luffy is a senior) and im thinking sanji would transfer to their school during luffy's second year.

Zoro is already on the team but he would be held back cuz he's ass at his grades and he would also be kicked off the team at the end of the year because of them too, ha loser. he'd get back on it the following year though. Sanji would also have failed his senior year. He would have failed out of his highschool and have to retake senior year at sha chishiki.

By the way, all of their ages are the same in canon. theyre just a little younger so they can be in highschool.

im imagining some romeo and juliet shit happening with luffy and koby. I really like imagining Sabo fucking hating the naval academy, Ace not really hating them but thinking koby is a wimpy little crybaby and hating him anyway. And one day Luffy brings Koby over their house just to throw around the ol' volley skin and ace and sabo being like "What the hell is that doing here."

and luffy being like "He's my new friend :D we'll be in the backyard so we wont bother you guys" and as luffy and koby walk past the two older brothers, they both give koby a Scowl For The Ages.

i just love imagining Sabo and Ace detesting Koby in general. Theyre so sillyyy~~

of course they would come around to him but it was a rocky relationship From The Beginning.

thanks for the ask! it really sparked some brain storming.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Astracorp AU - S2 Finale Thoughts

Lena has a soft spot for Rhea's story-- a revenant of a dying people, having lost their home planet, trying to find a new place to settle and begin rebuilding. I imagine Astra and Kara are both distracted by something other problem happening, but idk what.

Rhea and Lena meeting and working together would play out largely as it did in canon, but with maybe a Rhea manipulating Lena into keeping their collaboration secret from everyone. She slowly isolates Lena, with Astra and Kara being so distracted that they don't really notice. At least until they trace a mysterious signal back to where Lena and Rhea are doing their testing on the transmat portal.

To say Lena is confused during the eventual confrontation in the lab is an understatement. She has no idea who Rhea is in relation to Krypton, and honestly neither does Kara, but Astra does. Her rage flashes in a second, but Rhea's too quick. By the time Astra surges forward, even with her superspeed, Rhea transports back to her stateship with Lena and Mon-el in tow.

Lena awakens horrified to find herself a captive of Rhea as National City burns. Astra and Kara work together (with Lillian's help, which-- Astra vs Lillian is a can of worms all its own) to get onto the daxamite ship. Despite her relative impotence being about the same as it was on the show, I imagine that this Lena would be fucking *pissed*. This time, she has no doubt that she'll be rescued-- her lover is kryptonian, as is her best friend. They *will* come for her.

So I think she'll be far less docile, and actually aggressive in her resistance. Refusing to get dressed, 'fuck you', physically fighting back when they try to force her. Not necessarily in a particularly graceful or proficient way, just like a "kick you in the nuts way". Until Rhea loses patience and just drugs her.

Wait-- is it actually show canon that daxamite royalty used to drug their people into docility? Or is it fanon? I legitimately cannot remember. We'll just pretend its canon until confirmed.

Anyway, Lena gets herself drugged into compliance, and by the time Astra and Kara get to her, she's plenty loopy. Conscious and aware, but barely able to stand on her own without two guards holding her up on either side.

That's how Lena is dragged into the throne room as proof of life-- propped up and dragged between two massive armed guard, wrists in manacles. Rhea runs her fingers through Lena's hair, her touch gently until her hand suddenly tightens and twists in Lena's locks. Lena responds with a grunt of protest as Rhea wrenches her head back, lifting her features so Astra and Kara can confirm for themselves that she yet lives.

Despite her incapacitation, Lena manages to snarl her displeasure, even when Rhea thrusts her away by the chin.

"It's such a shame it's come to this," Rhea says. "I've so reveled our time together."

"Release her now," Astra demands.

Rhea smirks. "On the contrary." She smiles lasciviously. "I think I'll keep her."

Astra charges her, but Rhea pulls out a chunk of kryptonite. It could be silver, which would cause Astra to turn on Kara a la canon, but after some research I think amber kryptonite may also work? Which steals a kryptonian's power and gives it to whoever is holding the kryptonite.

If we go with the silver kryptonite, it would largely play out like canon, super v super style. But the amber kryptonite.... ooooooooh... Astra is de-powered and weakened, even sickly, leaving Kara with a difficult choice-- save Lena, or get Astra out of there.

She chooses Astra, because she deduces correctly that Lena has a better chance of survival if left in Rhea's hands, whereas leaving Astra there would be an instant death sentence. Not that Astra would care. She'll rant and rave against the choice, maybe even pull out the dreaded D-word ("I have never been disappointed in you, until now").

Back on the daxamite ship, we may get more of how canon played out, with the wedding to Mon-el and all, but in between those scenes, I think Rhea and Lena's interactions would be a little different solely because Rhea can now act on the jealousy she feels knowing that Lena is in love with her enemy. Do with that what you will.

In the end, Astra and Kara do get Kara back, probably with continued assistance from Lillian. But on her way out, Lena will most definitely steal the amber kryptonite, and return Astra's powers to her. Lena would stay focused on repelling the invasion, and won't actually process what happened until after the lead dispersal device succeeds in driving them away.

Only then will she pull into herself, rebuffing all attempts from Astra and Kara to reconnect. Her guilt is all-encompassing, let alone the trauma of being used as a political prisoner. She tries to deal with it all on her own, but without the support of those who love her, or a fucking therapist, Lena does not handle it well.

Astra and Kara are left standing helplessly on the outside, watching as the woman they love (romantically and platonically, respectively) slowly spirals into darkness.

[purplekissinger]

How Tom Riddle married off his cousin

Late 1940s. Y/N is Morfin Gaunt’s illegitimate daughter. The Death Eaters take turns proposing to Tom's dearest cousin. He does not like a single candidate. Platonic.

(Death Eaters speak quite freely with Tom, but this is like… my hcs lol…... they got out of school yesterday, they are still classmates and not the members of some underground cult)

Abraxas Malfoy sighed heavily, tapped his wand on a scrap of parchment and pushed it towards Tom. Tom lazily picked it up and ran his eyes over it.

"Ten thousand Galleons?" he asked mockingly. "If you're thinking of buying my sister, that's not a very generous offer."

Malfoy snorted, waving a dismissive hand, as if to say, ‘look at this merchant selling his sisters’.

“How much do you want for her, then?” he asked, sounding hurt. “Mind that this offer is for you. Y/N won’t haggle over her upkeep. There won’t be enough parchment to write down the price.”

Tom turned the scrap of paper over with a bored expression, pretending to think about it. Then he carefully placed it on the table in front of Malfoy.

“Cassie, do you know how I met her?”

***

It was the end of August, the last summer before his final year at Hogwarts. The month had been dry and hot, but on the day he needed to drop into Knockturn Alley on business. As luck would have it, it started raining. The long-awaited, thundering rain that raised the dust on the pavement. The alley was deserted in an instant, passers-by rushing in all directions, someone conjuring a transparent umbrella over his head. Tom slipped through the half-open door of the shop, hoping to wait out the downpour.

It was quiet inside, dimly lit and somehow... cozy. He sniffed and immediately recognized the intoxicating smell of old books, unlike anything else. A moment later, when his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw them: on the shelves reaching the ceiling, on the counter, on the steps of the wooden staircase. Old ones and ancient ones, disheveled and neat, with monograms on the covers and without no covers at all. The shop was a bookstore. Tom, a great connoisseur of books, immediately bent over an inconspicuous tome and opened it in the middle.

"Good day, sir! Welcome to the Godsend," a friendly voice rang out. Y/N, whom he didn't yet know was Y/N, peered at him from the utility room.

"Pretty," Tom thought. "And polite."

 He smiled back at her.

***

"Where’ll you live?" Tom asked.

"Asked" was putting it mildly. The White Wyvern was so crowded he had to nearly shout in Dolokhov's ear. Antonin nodded, took a big swig from the bottle, throat bobbing.

"I have a flat nearby," he shouted. "Not a Malfoy Manor, of course, but liveable. Y/N is a wonderful girl, she'll decorate any shack it'll seem like a palace."

That was true. Y/N sometimes joked about being Wendy on a pirate ship. If there was even a drop of comfort and warmth in the headquarters, it was she who brought it there.

"A wonderful girl, that is correct," Tom said, looking away from Dolokhov. "Tony, are you sure you’ll have anything to talk about? She's a Parselmouth, just like me."

"We'll manage," Dolokhov smirked. "Y/N is such a modest girl, and a docile one. You see, I told her the other day that I’d ask you for her hand. She said, "As Tom says, so it will be."

"She can’t be more right," Tom said.

***

An hour later, Tom still couldn't leave the "Godsend." He forgot about the case, which never happened to him before. He felt bitter and absurd at the same time; there he was, standing at the counter, chatting with the saleswoman like some lazy schoolboy, in no hurry. As if there weren't goblins waiting for him in the next block with goods that could easily land him in Azkaban. As if his soul wasn't split. As if he didn't have four murders on his account.

He didn't want the rain to end. It was easy with Y/N. She understood him with half a word, with half a look, they finished each other's sentences, they read the same books, they even smiled the same way.

"Why didn't I see you at Hogwarts?" Tom asked, tilting his head to the side. "I would have remembered."

Y/N smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"I had to work. I helped my mother here since I was a child, studied a little when I could, mostly on my own. Now I'm preparing for the OWLs. A bit too late for that, but still…’.

"And your father?" Tom asked after a pause. Asking about such things is rude. If they didn't mention a father, you probably already know where he was. But in that hour he and Y/N had spoken in such a way that Tom thought, If soulmates exist, it’s her.

“Merlin knows where he is”, Y/N shook her head indifferently. “Mom saw him a few of times. He called himself a prince, heir to an ancient family… Mom told me, he was a scruffy guy, but a charming one. They left me this ancient family name, so the Hogwarts letter addressed me as Y/N Gaunt, but I’d rather use my mother's name... Oh, be careful!”

Tom dropped the book he was holding.

“What?” he asked sharply. “Come again? Gaunt?”

For the first time, Y/N feared the look on his face.

***

“Tom, I don’t get it. Are you even going to marry her off or not?” Ray Lestrange asked irritably, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “You refused to even talk to Mulciber - that I can understand. Tony’s no prize either. But what's wrong with Rosier? I won't even mention Malfoy, who can easily drown Y/N in gold, and his name is quite respectable”.

Tom stirred his tea absently, as if he hadn't been listening.

“Rosier botched his mission twice, we’ve spoken, and I’ll sideline until he learns to behave”, he finally said. “As for Malfoy... Drowning someone in gold doesn’t require much gold”.

“Tom, that was figurative”.

“I know. And forget the name”, he added coldly. “Y/N has Slytherin’s blood in her veins. She is no less in status than Princess Elizabeth, and you want me to marry her off to some rich upstart from overseas?”.

"There you go again..." Lestrange said wearily. "Fine. No worthy groom for your precious cousin in magical Britain. Tom, no offence, but what now? I understand your fears. She’s your blood, you want the best for her...”

"No, you don't understand.

***

Y/N was everything. Home, family, comfort. A friend, a light in the window, a breath of air. She was what he lacked and what he couldn't live without.

If he knew who’d kept Y/N from him for sixteen years, he would kill them without any wand, bare-handed. But there were too many guilty ones. And instead, Tom strangled those who dared to look askance at his little sister or think badly of her (not figuratively, he was a skilled Legilimens already). Fortunately, few were foolish enough.

Another taboo was talking to Y/N about the organization. When Nott hinted at something in her presence, he writhed under Crucio within an hour. She knew nothing. She didn’t even know that Tom had sent her father to Azkaban.

Sometimes he wondered if he’d split his soul to find its match. If so, he regretted nothing.

***

Of course, Tom didn’t explain all of this to Lestrange.

“… Then why lead them on?” Ray asked wearily. “Marry your precious princess yourself and be done with it. There is no law against it, neither Muggle nor magical”.

“As if I’d ask Muggles for permission”,  Tom chuckled. “Ray, has it ever occurred to you that there are soul bonds beyond romance?”

“You mean you share one with her?”

Tom didn't answer. The door creaked upstairs, and Y/N's sleepy face appeared on the balcony.

“Oh, Mr. Lestrange!..” she exclaimed. “Tom, why didn't you warn me that we had guests?”

Tom looked at her as one might look at the sun, gold, a masterpiece, a beloved child, a mother. Like no one else. Lestrange felt a chill.

“It's alright, darling. Come down”, Tom said softly. “The tea is fresh”.

[ddollfface]

God, I love golden retriever men so much.

*Intensely staring at my fav athlete*

Now, that I have a brainrot~

1. Our lovely Athlete with a nerd darling.

- This would be funny. It is giving black cat × golden retriever. So hard.

- Darling has anemia? She's used to sitting around and reading? Can't walk too long to save her life? He's fucking carrying her everywhere.

- Can you imagine darling bringing a book about his sport (I don't know if you've mentioned what he plays) to the game and reading as they watch him play cuz they don't know crap about sports? He'd be so, "But you're supposed to be watching me." :Insert puppy eyes:

- He's isolating darling? Eh, Darling needs a 4 hour nap after every social gathering anyway.

Ok but-

2. Him with a nerd darling who's a childhood best friend, where darling has a childhood filled with emotional and physical abuse. (I'm finna design a whole ass character to ship him with. If you don't mind, of course.)

- This.

- Don't let me get started on this.

- They would be so power couple coded fr. (Darling knows Athlete is trying to manipulate her. Doesn't care as long as she's getting taken care of.)

- Darling is snarky with a S.

- Darling: "The cheerleader was flirting with you."

Athlete: "I know. :3"

Darling: "Go marry her."

Athlete: "But you're the love of my life. :("

Darling: "Oh, really? I could've sworn it was Cindy instead. Go to her, shoo."

Athlete: "No."

Darling: "Who's bestie are you?"

Athlete: "Yours."

Darling: "Exactly."

- Don't let this fool you, tho. He's def the dominant one in the relationship.

Athlete: "You're my baby :D."

Darling: "Mhmm. Don't say that infront of anyone else."

Athlete: "Why not?"

Darling: "I'll bite your head off, that's why."

(spoiler, he says it in front of everyone and darling does nothing but get shy.)

Darling: "Why would you say that?"

Athlete: "Becuz you're my baby?"

Darling: *cuddles closer to him.* *Whispering* "I'm his baby."

- 💗 anon (if I may) (also, he's my baby now, thank you. I'm keeping him in my head and heart.) (It's so late at night. I just keep thinking about this 😭 and I can't put my thoughts into proper words rn, bear with me on this)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Trigger Warnings; yandere behaviors, possessive behavior, talk about trauma bonding (both reader and yandere or mentally ill), yandere masking, bad writing, and me rambling (I'm so sorry 💗Nonny lol) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I offically declare you 💗Nonny!! And I don't mind you coming up with your own interpertations of reader and LoveSick!Athlete! Just share 'em! Also, I may or may not have gone on a tiny, just tiny, tangent, so sorry 💗Nonny... Feel free to submit more asks if 'ya want

LoveSick!Athlete can really mold and mend well with most personalities and darlings, this is due to his manipulative personality. A little off-topic, but he really has a hard time understanding who he is because he's always pretending to be what others deem "acceptable". This causes him to have a multitude of identity crises, but when his darling, you, comes into the picture, it makes it easier for him to find himself. He feels like he's the real him whenever he's with you. You just feel so natural, he feels natural, too. It's just right.

And for that reason, I think LoveSick!Athlete would go really well with a childhood!reader, seeing as she's been with him since they were young. And, I'm not too sure if you've read my Yan!Alphabet for him, but I mention LoveSick!Athlete's childhood; let's just say it wasn't the best situation for a kid.

LoveSick!Athlete would feel a special bond with his darling now, seeing as they've been together threw thick and thin. He's trama bounded to you, and you to him. We'll run off the assumption that reader has also had a bad childhood, whether it be an absent parent, abusive sibling/family member/or parent, whatever it is allows you to feel a connection to LoveSick!Athlete, seeing as you have a mutual situation. You both have something to bond over, something that locks you together.

He has a bad home environment, you have a bad home environment. He doesn't feel at home, so you become his home, and he to you.

And I like to run on the assumption that reader is all talk, no bite. And if you've read any of my writing where the reader talks, you'll see that I prefer to write reader as more "real" (to me anyway) because I'm personally not the hugest fan of the "helpless" reader. I like to write a darling who has a mouth, someone who's bratty (but that's 'cause I'm a brat lol).

Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, back to LoveSick!Athlete.

To your idea about a snarky reader, I totally agree. Honestly, LoveSick!Athlete would eat that shit up, no joke. He would love it, as he enjoys the back-and-forth between you two. He loves to press your buttons, wanting to see what sarcastic reply you have ready for him.

The thing is, he knows your just talking shit, never willing to actually do anything. You just run your mouth, and he lets you, but whenever you step outta line, sometimes, he's gotta put you back. Though, you'll never think of it like that. No, no, he's too sweet for that. He's gotta keep that golden retriever vibe going, y'know?

He just swat you on the ass, telling you that you got such a dirty mouth, mamas? I thought you were my little princess, no? Girls with a face like yours shouldn't be speakin' that like-

He'll just move on, as if he didn't just grope your butt, nope, not at all. And you'll be standing there awestruck, face red, and biting your tongue as you try to not overheat in embarrassment!!

It never ceases to entertain him, watching your face widen with surprise whenever he refers to you as his girl, his cute little girlfriend. The way your face heats up when he wraps his strong arm around your waist, putting his cap on your head (a silent sign of possession over you, trying to get the guy in the back to keep his eyes to himself, but you don't need to know that ;)).

In your little monologue, you go over some cheerleader girl (named Cindy??). Though I would agree that chicks (and some dudes) practically flock around LoveSick!Athlete, I would say that he doesn't even pay them any mind, not even entertaining the thought. Don't get me wrong, he'll talk to them, but make it painstakingly clear that he's only got one girl on his mind, you.

Most of the time, the girl will just find it endearing, slapping his shoulder, and telling him that he'd make a great husband or some shit like that. Of course, the chicks joking, making some nice comments to leave the, now awkward, conversation, but LoveSick!Athlete will take it to heart. Now, he's imagining a pretty ring on your finger, something he paid for, he got you. Because he'd be such a good provider for you, don't you know?

Another thought, 'cause I'm on a role, but I'm not sure if I've directly said this or not, but LoveSick!Athlete is a hockey player. I've tried putting strickly hockey photos on all my posts (you should see my Pinterest feed, it's filled with hot guys lolol).

Hockey is an aggressive sport, I would know. I used to ice skate every day for an hour or two. And, trust me, I got to see a lot of hot guys, though I was always too nervous to say anything, that's beside the point.

I can imagine that reader would be the same, intimidated by these testastrone-filled, young men who just wanna get all sweaty and gross. And I prefer to think that reader also doesn't know how to skate, much to LoveSick!Athlete's enjoyment.

Just to torture you, he'll take you to his ice rink, partly wanting to show you off, and also wanting you to rely on him to move around. He won't even let you hold onto the side, nope, all you got is him, babes.

And anyone who's been to a rink before knows that if you're not on the wall, or smack in the middle of the rink, you're in traffic, especially if it's busy. And this means that you gotta go fast, keeping pace with everyone else. And there's always a handful of assholes (usually hockey players) who will purposefully do a hockey stop, flinging a shit tone of ice at newbies.

I imagine that this shit would happen all the time and LoveSick!Athete is enjoying it sm. He gets a rush every time you flinch, clinging onto him tighter, especially when the really fast skaters zoom by you, scaring the crap outta you.

And he won't let you go at your own pace, forcing you to follow his lead. This means you're going far too fast for comfort, leaning on him for support. You're arms wrapped around his bicep, which isn't recommended btw. Your cheek pressed against his arm, holding on for dear life.

You'll snap at him, telling him to shut up and stop enjoying this, you dork. I'm only clinging to 'cause I gotta!

And he'll just take it, giving you a lopsided smirk.

[wingedblooms]

Elain Archeron, member of The Tortured Poets Department

i’m hearing voices like a madman - so high school

i’m seeing visions / am I bad or mad or wise? - guilty as sin?

you can mark my words that I said it first / in a mourning warning, no one heard - cassandra

and for a fortnight there, we were forever - fortnight

leaving me bereft and reeling / my beloved ghost and me / sitting in a tree / d-y-i-n-g - how did it end?

i saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist - so long, london

i cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art - i can do it with a broken heart

but my bare hands paved their paths / you don't get to tell me about "sad" - who’s afraid of little old me?

so I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street / crash the party like a record scratch as I scream / "who's afraid of little old me?" / you should be - who’s afraid of little old me?

i hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind - i hate it here

one slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze […] i keep recalling things we never did - guilty as sin?

these fatal fantasies / giving way to labored breath, takin' all of me / we’ve already done it in my head / if it's make-believe / why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow? - guilty as sin?

wise men once said / "one bad seed kills the garden" / "one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" / locked me up in towers / but I'd visit in your dreams / and they tried to warn you about me - the albatross

a rose by any other name is a scandal / cautions issued, he stood - the albatross

i spied the catch in your breath - i look in people’s windows

what if I roll the stone away? / they’re gonna crucify me anyway / what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? - guilty as sin?

"stay away from her" / the saboteurs protested too much - but daddy i love him

crashin' into him tonight, he's a paradox - guilty as sin?

it’s happenin' again / how did it end? / i can't pretend like I understand - how did it end?

this cage was once just fine / am I allowed to cry? / i dream of crackin' locks - guilty as sin?

thought I caught lightning in a bottle / oh, but it's gone again […] please / i’ve been on my knees / change the prophecy / don't want money / just someone who wants my company / let it once be me - the prophecy

cards on thе table / mine play out like fools in a fablе […] poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand / oh, still I dream of him - the prophecy

lilac short skirt, the one that fits me like skin […] and I'll tell you one thing, honey / i can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean - imgonnagetyouback

i, i hear thе whispers in your eyes / i’ll make you wanna think twice / you'll find that you were never not mine / (you’re mine) - imgonnagetyouback

'cause the sign on your heart / said it's still reserved for me / honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy? - the alchemy

i'll tell you something right now / i’d rather burn my whole life down […] i'll tell you something 'bout my good name / it’s mine alone to disgrace / i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing - but daddy i love him

if long-suffering propriety is what they want from me / they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly / i choose you and me religiously - guilty as sin?

[myfairstarlight]

Good day friend! I've been really enjoying your takes for bridgerton this season :D Would love to hear your thoughts about part 2, particularly Colin's character portrayal if you're at all inclined!

Well hello there dear, thank you!

And what a coincidence, because Colin's portrayal, always the polarising topic in this fandom it seems, has been on my mind ever since I finished watching part 2... I shall ramble here then! I hope you do not mind a long answer, dear reader, for my last analysis post was not a quick read indeed. And I will now also stop trying to sound like Whistledown.

So, overall thoughts? I think he was handled mostly brilliantly, actually. And thus still despite the pacing issues (but that's an overall issue I have with the show, not specific to this season). Controversial take, already, so let's break it down a bit.

I will try to organise my rambling, but this is pretty much my immediate thoughts after watching the season. Perhaps I'll make a more organised and proper post later, adding Penelope's side, like my friends to lovers love letter, but we'll see! So:

Colin's journey to self-love

Because just like Penelope, though we arguably see it less, Colin has his own journey to loving himself because the thing with Colin is that he's still so insecure. Yes, he's more himself in part 2 now that he realised he's in love, he no longer tries to pretend to be someone he's not, but he still struggles to prove himself, and we see it in those last two episodes, when the truth is truly out. People are harsh on him for being so caught up in what Whistledown wrote and constantly celebrating the idea that LW might meet her demise, almost like a child who just got some sweets, but as we've seen in his discussion with Eloise after the reveal, it's because Whistledown calling him out at the beginning of the season for his new persona poked at his biggest insecurity, and he's still stuck on that, even more so now that he learns Penelope was behind the words, the one person who always made him feel seen and in this case, made him feel too seen. To me, him bringing up Marina so insistently was him grasping at straws, clinging to the one thing he knows for sure was unfair so he does not have to face the fact that what Penelope wrote was the truth (sidenote, was a little disappointed they did not have Penelope say she did try to talk to him about Marina but he literally did not listen and did not care that Marina loved another). He is still trying to find who he is and for a moment, he thought he had it, thanks to the very person now making him question everything all over again.

And oh boy does he not cope well.

Hero complex and what it means to be the man of the house

Colin has a hero complex. That's news to absolutely no one, unless you have not paid attention, so I won't make a list of the instances in previous seasons again. But we see it right away in e5 as he stands up for Penelope in front of Portia, then constantly shielding Penelope as soon as Cressida is involved. Penelope even thanks him for it, telling her no one has ever stood up for her of the sort, which fuels his hero complex. In fact, it is Colin's protectiveness that leads him to learn Penelope is Whistledown since he followed her out of worry, and that leads him to the realisation that she may not need him as much as he thought she did (and in his mind, perhaps she even just pretended to need him, to love him). And that, along with discovering that secret, shatters him. His whole sense of purpose, the one thing he thought he could for sure provide? Gone, just like that.

Even more so later when he learns she may be richer than him lol

So he overcompensates. When Cressida's blackmail is revealed, he does not listen, he jumps on the opportunity to prove himself, to protect his wife even if he's still mad at her, no one can disrespect her and his family so blatantly. As the man of the house, he needs to do what he must. And then he fucking fails and makes things far worse. And you know what? How satisfying it was that for once he failed, arguably when it was the most important for him, to remind him that hey, don't get on your high horse, listen to your wife and your family, don't try to handle everything on your own! (A lesson that Penelope also has to learn at the same time! That's marriage baby!) I like that he gets humbled twice, by Penelope and Cressida, the person he loves most and the one he despises so, yet they both throw the truth at him - he's privileged, as a man, and as a Bridgerton. He gets to question himself, travel to his whim, be even reckless like he just was because he will always have unconditional love from his family, but Penelope had to hide a part of herself to be able to do something she likes, meanwhile Cressida has to resort to questionable means to avoid getting married off to an old man. They do not have the luxury that Colin has to just do things. And it pains him to face that.

I've seen the sentiment that part 2 has Penelope be more assertive than Colin, with the dynamic shifting again when it should not, and while it is true she is the one who seeks him out more, it makes sense, she is seeking his forgiveness all throughout the last two episodes. I love her, but you cannot argue she is not at fault here and Colin deserves to be upset and a bit withdrawn as he deals with the conflicting feelings suddenly assaulting him. Yes the entrapment accusation hurt especially since he was the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself, but with his history after Marina, it makes sense that's what his hurt mind decides to focus on that, to justify the fact he's still so upset (It does bother me he never apologises for that comment though, at the same time Penelope doesn't hold it against him. They, or the writers, probably forgot about it.) But I would also argue that him being so troubled, is a proof of love, he even says so to Eloise "you are lucky you've never been in love" because if he wasn't, this would be much easier to deal with. Despite it all, he loves her, he chooses her, he will protect her, he must. He decides to sleep on the sofa to still stay close to Penelope despite the fact he could just sleep in one of the empty bedrooms. He still reassures her during their wedding, with one look encouraging her to walk more confidently down the aisle, and he holds her oh so tenderly when they dance at the wedding breakfast. He's so upset, but he's still so much in love. Of course, unlike part 1, there's no urgency or desperation on his part, there's no Debling threatening to take Penelope away, or him trying to earn back her favours so of course suddenly his displays of love feel less outward. But again, they're arguing, no he will not forgive her so easily, and that's a good thing, yet he's still here to support and protect her, and that says so much because again, he could just leave, that would have no consequence to him as a man. And in kind, Penelope makes an effort to do better as well, no longer witholding any secret from him, and he sees that.

And deep down, he understands Penelope, we see it when he confronts Cressida and perfectly described why Penelope became LW without her telling him in such words beforehand, because he's had similar struggles, he just needs to admit it, and be okay to show this vulnerability with her.

Colin's writer struggles and jealousy.

Now, I must admit, this was the weakest and a bit disappointing part of his arc to me, which is why I'm writing it last. I wish we could have had more time exploring that, and not just being told so (hopefully in s4? Assuming the writers won't pull a Kate and Anthony and constantly have them leave for no reason). This, however, adds to the previous part and Colin's struggle to provide, be the man of the house.

Here his wife is, an accomplished writer, even if under a pen name, who may be richer than he, oh how it must have deepened his insecurity. After all, if he cannot provide protection, or financial stability, then what good is he to her? What good are his silly journals when compared to that damn column that has all of Mayfair on a chokehold?

And yet.

Is it not telling and precious that he kept all of Penelope's letters? And that they're the catalyst of reminding him why he loves her so much, and how her love for writing and her cleverness shine through and that it is unfair of him to expect her to give it up when he himself aspires to be a writer? Writing is what brings them together truly, the same way writing letters to each other was the precursor for him realising his feelings as well. He is at peace then, Penelope is Whistledown, and she shines with her pen, and Colin fell in love with her quill, long ago, he was just overcome with grief to realise Whistledown held the same brilliance.

And sure, Penelope does not need him to provide, but she loves writing so much, and it inspires Colin in his own writing as well. And I also think it's super cute that he was going through a writer's block until Penelope told him she's loved him for years and suddenly the gates were opened (granted, this was before the reveal but now imagine post-reveal, as he struggles to edit and write, Penelope comes up beside him telling him he's doing well and boom, he's determined to write again).

But, back to the topic at hand, most importantly... he offers her love and support, even through all this battle, he unconsciously kept caring for her, and that's what Penelope craves, just someone there for her.

And that? That Colin can absolutely be, and he will proudly take on the role of her husband rather than "the man".

So I think this about wraps it up! Colin is the definition of a sensitive man trying his best to tough it up, a third son who struggles to find a place in this world. But he found a woman who does not need him to be what he is not, the one woman who will love him not for what he can provide, but for who he truly is, kind and incredibly empathetic. The one woman who fell in love with him because she made him fall off a horse and instead of yelling because of a bruised ego, he laughed at his own expense.

And I just think Colin Bridgerton is neat.

Also as I hit post it's 2AM for me so if some of this doesn't make sense, that's why, don't hold it against me, thank you dear one <3

[ask-2012tmnt]

Hey, guys!! I actually have a question for each of you. :)

1. Leonardo- What’s your favorite memory as a kid?

2. Donatello- Would you call yourself the team medic? And to follow, which brother would you say behaves the worst when giving them a checkup or injection?

3. Michelangelo- What’s your favorite song to dance to? :) Also how’s ice cream kitty doing?

4. Raphael- Do you have any scars? If so, which one has the coolest story behind it?

~ 🎼

Hey anon! Thanks for the great questions! We'll answer these one at a time. First of all, I'd have to say my favorite memory is probably when I recieved my swords from Master Splinter. There are some other memories of my brothers up there too, but that one has to be my favorite.

Hello, Anon :) To answer your questions: I would definitely consider myself the medic on the team. I mean, I'm always fixing up injuries and making cures and whatnot. It's a lot of work sometimes, but seeing my brothers doing well is good enough for me. And for your second question, Raph is a big baby when it comes to needles. He ends up pretending his injuries aren't as bad as they really are, although it's a lot less believable than when Mikey does it.

Hmmmmm, good question!!! Well, there's a lot of songs to choose from, but maybe "Catch Me" by Nicki Minaj. It's so high energy and wicked fun to dance to :D!!!! AND ICE CREAM KITTY IS DOING AWESOME THANKS FOR ASKING! I think little ice cream kitty would totally dig some questions, too :D

'Course I've gathered a few scars over the years, especially from fighting with my clumsy brothers. My coolest scar has to be the big gash on the back of my upper leg, got it in a fight with the Kraang. It's gnarly looking since those laser guns do some serious damage.

[dragonrider9905]

Celebrating You!

Hi guys! I’ve been on here for a bit now and while I never had a follower goal, I do appreciate you guys who have decided to follow me! So now I’d like to celebrate you!

In light of TBB ending, and how much we'll be missing the boys, I thought this was as good as a time as ever!

Here’s the idea! I’m opening a prompt request for the dates of April 5th through May 5th, 2024 (you may start submitting now though!) and choose from the prompts below! You can choose one from each category, or just one category. It’s ok if it is just the prompt or the prompt and a brief idea. If you have a fun idea or prompt not listed, please share!

Rules: I only write SFW. I typically write for clones; I reserve the right to refuse requests which make me uncomfortable for whatever reason. I have had a few requests in the past that really unsettled me for various reasons. Or if I don't know the character. I'd hate to try to write something then upset the person because it is so ooc that it's cringy. (But if I said I would write your request and haven't yet, I just honestly haven't gotten to it :D I like to do well on the stories you guys entrust to me so it does take me a bit :D)

This is supposed to be fun so lets keep it fun!

You may submit as many requests as you'd like! The more the merrier!

Characters: Star Wars Clone Wars or The Bad Batch (as long as I know them. I know a lot of clones but alas, not all.)

Story genre:

Classic SW! (Pick an era if they exist in more than one if you wish)

AU of choice (modern, western, pirate, mermaid, time traveling, etc if I’m unfamiliar with the genre, I may have to change it or request more details)

Dialogue Prompts:

“Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

“If we’re going to do this we’ll need—“ “A plan?” “No! Code names! Cool ones!”

“I don’t need to be anything to you. I just want my life to mean more to you than my death.”

“You are playing a dangerous game without even a glimpse of the rule book.”

“I’ve never been terrified of death, til he set his sights on you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” “Yeah, you’re not allowed to ask that in this situation.”

“Where’s your shoe?” “The giant mud puddle in the road demanded a sacrifice.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” “Then how else do I describe the feeling I got when I first saw you?” “You…love me?” “Apparently not, according to you.”

“A fate worse than death….” “They’re burnt cupcakes.”

“White paint has more color than your face.”

“Why is there a dragon in my fridge?” “It was hot.”

“Touch **, and you’re dead.”

“I am the law.”

“Do that again and I’ll throw you out the window. Wait, what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is; seeing if it’s worth it.”

“I’d rather have you hate me than loose you entirely.”

“I have a mission but don’t know what it is.” “Well that sounds incredibly counterproductive.”

“I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties in your life.” “You are the worst at this comforting thing.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I’m quite petite.” “Really? I had no idea in our twelve years of friendship that you’re shorter than I am.”

“But what is power?” “Loyalty.”

“Don’t you sign to me in that tone.”

“I’m with him/her for better or worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him/her.”

"I'm sorry I tried to kill you." "It's fine, but next time you should try harder."

"C'mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you."

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."

"The only one who gets to kill you is me."

“blood loss”? well it’s not lost. I know exactly where it went. right over there.”

“How the mighty have fallen!” “It’s a dropped chocolate bar, stop being dramatic.”

“Shit, we’re gonna die” “Now I don’t want to hear that negative attitude, look on the bright side!” “Yay! We’re gonna die! Woo!”

“How do you do it?” “How do I do what?” “Pretend you are ok.” “I’m not pretending.” “Yes, you are. Every single day and it breaks my heart.”

“Hey, so I know things are pretty f**** shitty right now but I need you to breathe for me.” “Wha-wh-wh-” “You’re having a panic attack. It’s gonna be ok. Just breathe with me.”

“Please, my arms—I can’t wipe my tears, don’t let them see!”

"Smiles are contagious!" "Don't worry, I'm vaccinated."

"I don't want to get involved, it's too risky." "Please do it for me, you're the only one I can turn to." "It's not worth it. You really want to lose everything? 'cause I don't."

"Do you ever think of anyone other than yourself?" "No"---a long pause---"actually yes, at Christmas time"

"There is a reason I go through that door first, It's to make sure everyone else walks back out"

“I can’t leave you here!” “You can and you will.”

"OH! Are you alright? Are you alright?" "Apart from being trapped under here, and maybe suffering from broken bones and embarrassment beyond what I am capable of handling. . . I'm dandy, why do you ask?"

Oh no, are you alright? You're covered in blood!" "Yes, it's yours, Now will you please let me take you to the hospital?"

"What did love ever do anything for anyone anyway?"

"What the hell were you even thinking?!" "You told me not to think!"

"With love comes loss, that's part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it was all worth it. There's no greater gift than love."

“'Temporary stitches' all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward" "What do you....that better not mean what I think you mean......" "Am I just talking about sewing stitches or sutures too? Maaayyybe?" "NO! Absolutely not!"

"I made the calculations, and boy am I bad at math."

"It'll be over soon, I promise."

"Working together again, just like old times." "Well, not just like old times."

"I am many things but not your enemy."

Action Prompts:

Forehead kisses

Palm/hand kisses

Dramatic rain scene

Touching foreheads

Jealousy

Dancing

Last stand

Christmas/Life Day celebration

mistletoe

Accidental hand touch

First date

First kiss

Spending time with the family

Bad day cheering up scheme

Pranks

Going to a pet shop

Going to the movies

Always go after the girl

soft spoken person has loud, unnerving scream.

Lullabies

Nightmares

injury

amnesia

pretend/mistaken to be married/in a relationship

cooking

[damsels-n-dice]

playtesting adventures: the story begins

after creating characters two weeks ago, we've begun playing our playtesting campaign of 'til it kills us! as always, i'll start by sharing my general thoughts on the game's progress, the campaign, and storytelling for the game as a whole. and then there'll be some specific information about my player group under the cut :)

general playtesting thoughts (& feelings):

it's hard as someone mostly used to D&D to remember that it's allowed/expected for players to know the rules & help out

that being said, i continue to love this system!

we had an awesome domino effect of a scene where a player had to get rid of the bogeyman hiding in her shadow, and ended up slapstick falling onto her ex-boyfriend (despite succeeding)

it's great fun to play with these people and see what they do with my game that i worked on for so long

... some of them admittedly still don't understand that it isn't a crunchy system though and they are Confused about it

not everything went exactly as i'd planned, either, as it's hard to keep to the beats you wanted in such an improv-y game, but i'm gonna work around it to keep us on track for the right themes

game updates:

some more major ones are being made or considered this time around, though most are quality of life things!

editing powers to make it more clear that (a) they are once per scene per free and (b) you can recreate them with a roll but it is more likely there will be failures or consequences

editing wounds to be "reduce wound severity by 1 stage" instead of "remove minor wounds", to make major wounds easier to get rid of and avoid accidentally killing ambitious players

possibly rename a few abilities? and i may need to clarify again which abilities are inherently magic and which ones are not

then someone also suggested allowing being able to combo abilities, which i think could be quite a fun and interesting way to do things? i think that would probably work by averaging the dice values you have for the two abilities, but would have some other benefit?

speaking of benefits -- some complication deals need to be rephrased for clarity, as they don't do anything right now

finally: looking to change the balance on powers for a few roles. the gravedigger's power may end up just being used to fuck with other players, which i do not like, and i feel that the drowned probably needs a stronger healing power. we'll see there though

anyway i'll end this with a question: does anyone have advice for players with the "it would make sense for my character if i was overpowered" kind of mentality? this is sort of work but also playtesting with friends and it's an,,,, awkward situation

now for some plot details below the read more!

the story so far:

the bogeyman (it/its) has decided to fuck around with the rest of the players using its magic, while pretending where possible to actually be a different playbook! it's very entertaining stuff and i can't wait to make it deal with the Consequences there

an NPC has exploded in the middle of their cafe home base, forcing them all to help the injured and deal with the damage

this NPC is a lighthouse, and is going to be part of the overarching narrative -- dangerous NPCs with their own problems and magic, which all tie into the (secretly government-funded) charity that supports "the magically afflicted" in this city

several of the players are also now under suspicion, after being caught lying to the police, or straight up threatening them

my plans going forward:

the NPC has gone missing, so the players are going to track him down and probably discover that he was arrested without trial, due to information gathered from the aforementioned "charity"

the players are going to be dealing with the suspicion they're facing, and the fact that two of them are without a job now

they will be given the opportunity to help rebuild/fundraise/etc for the community centre, but i don't know how likely it is that they'll take it when there are mysteries afoot in the city