#spoiler i had to get up at 4am

[madman-andhis-c0rpses]

my 3am reblogs are very interesting

[dbphantom]

maybe i should have gone into practical effects instead of computer science...

[princessbrunette]

… and now introducing, the 10K follower special… ᙏ̤̫ ✧༚

OBX - the nsfw alphabet guide ♡

dearest boobettes,

thank you for 10k followers, whewie how time flies! i am forever grateful for the majority support, kindness and above all patience you’ve exhibited especially during times where real life gets in the way and i needed to step away from writing. i hope you continue to chortle away with me in my asks & enjoy my silly little drabbles,

love from princess ^_^ ♡

A IS FOR… aftercare, ft. pope heyward ♡

it goes without saying, pope has done his research and has engaged in copious amounts of conversations on your boundaries. after sex, he overthinks — massively, always worried that he got caught up in the throes of passion and somehow became aggressive or forceful (…spoiler alert, he didn’t! not to a degree you didn’t thoroughly enjoy, anyway.) therefore, he needs to know what you need, pretty immediately too - almost too an annoying degree.

“hey, too far? tell me what you need baby.” he’s cradling you before you’ve even caught your breath.

“mmph—”

“lets use our words, yeah?” your eyes are shut, but you know that stressed crinkle is sitting right between his brows.

“just wanna lay.” you whine, and he knows that tone means to stop pressing you. if laying is what you want, it’s what you’ll get. he knows he won’t be able to help himself from jumping up to clean you up soon enough, but for now he’s happy to indulge in your sticky embrace, stroking your head and telling you just how good you were.

B IS FOR… body parts, ft. bunny!reader x rafe ♡

rafes favourite body part of bunny’s is undoubtably her lips. there’s just something about them, the shape of them, the colour of them — that makes her always get her way with him. whether she’s pouting them, batting her long lashes when she’s in trouble or painting them with a sparkly gloss, one he probably bought her that week that she’ll leave printed around his cock later on — he can never keep his eyes of them. her tits are pretty fantastic too though, he must say.

bunny’s favourite body part of rafe’s? but there’s just too many to pick one! she is particularly fond of his shoulders and chest and it shows, always stroking down his torso when she’s speaking to him — the muscle beneath his polo perfectly pudged from exercise without being too firm, also making the perfect board for her to scratch her manicured nails down while getting put through the mattress.

C IS FOR… cum, ft.kitty!reader x jj ♡

there is something spiritual about the way kitty interacts with jj’s cum— like she swears she can tell what he’s eaten, how many sips of water he’s had that day and what the weather was like just from the taste of it. she’d lift her head from his crotch, mascara dwelling beneath her eyes as she smacks her lips thoughtfully, waiting for the blonde to catch his breath.

his ringed hand is still planted atop her head, supporting her limp neck as he looks down at her through spent and lidded eyes. “how y’feeling bae?” he queries, noting the pensive look on her face.

“all caffeine.” she hums, brows furrowing. jj blinks.

“y—…uh, what?”

“you didn’t drink any water today? not even a little? what did i tell you? you can’t survive off redbull!” she squints all pissed off, even her nose balling up as jj watches her rise up from her position.

“aint no way.”

D IS FOR… dirty secret, ft. john b x puppy!reader ♡

well, it was his dirty secret. you guess you could say d is also for dad, because that’s what he likes being called the most in the bedroom. it fills some… sick hole in his heart, fuels this odd complex he has around pup. he likes that she relies so much on him, he’s always taken the leadership role in any group so when it’s just the two of them it only feels right. it started off as daddy of course, but he’ll always remember that one sweaty night, roughly 4AM and they’d been going at it for hours, her legs over his shoulders, thick cock hitting that abused spongy spot until the word transformed before his very ears.

“mm—mm—mm—daddy—daddy—dad… dad!” it was music to his ears. apparently enough to have him blow his load at the drop of a hat.

E IS FOR… experience, ft. mouse!reader x jj x pope ♡

until she met jj and pope, she’d never even kissed anyone. well — she tells people she had, one guy — but the one guy in question was her one and only boyfriend in fourth grade (who then dumped her the next day because he wanted to ‘focus on powerangers’. she hates powerangers to this day.) it’s not to feed into her whole innocent aesthetic, you know with the baby pinks and the ballet and the glittery blusher dusted on the apples of her cheeks, no. she was just painfully shy— too touch starved to even imagine herself being intimate.

it wasn’t until she was sat in the middle of jj and pope on her bed, asking them if they could kiss eachother first to ease her nerves before she could kiss them — that she realised how badly she’d been missing out.

F IS FOR… favourite position, ft. lord!rafe ♡

when sabrina carpenter says ‘have you ever tried this one?’ referring to an unnamed sex position on her hit song, juno — the chances are, with lord!rafe, you had. the man was creative, especially when he was high, wanting to see just how far you’d contort and push yourself to submit to him. to bend to his will. but at the end of the day, he was just a man — and he craved that deep intimacy that his favourite pledge could give him, and that was a mating press.

“you like this, hm? feeling all— all close like this huh?” he pants in your face, your knees squished to you in a way that made it hard to breathe, especially with the way he was brutalising your hole.

“mm, mhm. thank you lord.” your voice is spitty and pleading and he chuckles through his exhales.

“yeah. like this one the most. get to see the life leave your fuckin eyes when i pull out. you just want that seed so fuckin bad don’t you baby?” he basically growling so you know he’s close. your eyes struggle not to roll back at the feeling.

“yes. yes lord!” your voice breaks.

“well that’s too bad baby. that’s too fuckin’ bad.”

G IS FOR… goofy, ft. jj x deer!reader ♡

much like mouse!reader, deer is a tough one to crack due to her shyness. however, through hard work and determination — jj discovered that the best way to get her to ease up and let go, was to quite literally giggle her out her panties.

“these are pretty.” he compliments her, warm breath on her neck as they both look between their bodies at her frilly white panties, a red bow at the centre which he plucks at gently. when he feels her tense up, he raises an eyebrow with a playful expression — letting her know it’s still just him, still her silly jj. “can i borrow ‘em?”

she busts into a fit of giggles, and whilst distracted — jj grins, sliding the fabric down her thighs as she writhes elatedly. “what? don’t think they’d suit me?” he keeps her happy and the vibes up as he parts her thighs, her giggles turning into slow breaths. his grin melts into a smirk, prompting an answer. “hm?”

“w—well— i was j—just—”

“mmmhm. yeah, i know. it’s okay baby.” he cooes, lulling her into being just a little more limp for him.

H IS FOR… hair, ft.john b ♡

john b is super hairy down there, never seeming to have the time to groom himself. the hair on his head is thick and wavy, and that’s not exception to his downstairs either, enough to bury your face in whilst deep throating his girthy length, the hair even crawling up his happy trail to his belly button. the sight when he stretches, arms lifted over his head causing his shirt to rise up and expose it has trained your mouth to water.

equally, if anyone is gonna advocate for you having a bush — it’s him. he had access to a load of his dads porno magazines from the 70s that he thought he’d hidden, so since he was younger he’d always had an affection for a pretty lil tuft peeking out some pretty panties. hey, it’s your body your choice as he’d be adamant on telling you — but if you wanted to give up shaving for a little while, he’d have zero objections.

many nights would be spent with his hand just affectionately patting your mound through your panties in bed before casually slipping his hand inside, twirling his fingers around some of the wiry hair.

“john b.” you’d scold, a little hot in the face.

“what, babe? getting a pretty neat bouquet going on down here. love it.”

I IS FOR…intimacy, ft. starwars!au!pope ♡

each time captain pope fucks you, he never knows if it’s going to potentially be his last time before he gets shipped off to some far away planet where all communication with you is severed. hell, sometimes he’s not sure if he’s ever going to make it back from his mission at all.

because of this, when he sneaks away from the bunks to fly to your apartment and spend a night with you — he fucks you like it’s the last time. skin to skin, direct, watery eye contact, arms wrapped around you like he’s never going to let you go as he rolls his hips, sweat dripping down his back.

“stars, i love you. i love you i love you. fuck, i fucking love you.” he groans, eyes fighting to stay open because he doesn’t wanna miss a moment of you, needing to ingrain your image into his brain for those lonely nights away.

“i love you pope. my pope.” you’d cry out, like it was a promise — and it was. a promise to be together properly one day with nothing and no one standing in between.

J IS FOR jack off, ft. stepbro!rafe ♡

before your parents married and you moved into tanny hill, rafe thought he jacked off a normal amount for someone his age. it was like you hit this switch, left him fumbling for control of his own body. it was no wonder he was so angry all the time, you had his hormones going haywire like some kind of teenager.

he was certain he’d had to quickly beat one out in nearly every room of the house. he’d see you in the kitchen, reaching up to a shelf that was a little too high for you — your shirt rising up, tits pressed to the fabric, underwear peeking from the waistband of your shorts and he’d be zipping out the room to relieve himself in the bathroom. he sees you out by the pool, slathering greasy spf over your skin, oiling yourself up in your bikini making you look like some kind of pornstar, and he’s taking a risk — standing in the empty window downstairs, hoping no one enters the room as he tugs one out.

you can’t even do your laundry in peace, rafe worried about the wrong load when he walks in and is confronted directly by the sight of you bent over the washer, digging around for that one pesky sock. he could just take you. right here, right now— but instead he ends up blowing his cum into his own sock that never made it into the wash pile back in his room.

he’ll pass your bedroom, and you’ll be out — so he’ll take the liberty to blow a load into a pair of your used panties in the hamper. you didn’t do anything to trigger him this time, but he felt like you owed him that at least, for all the times you’d unknowingly teased him.

K IS FOR… kink, ft. receptionist!reader x fireman!john b x fireman!jj ♡

unsurprising to all, the sweet receptionist bunking in a tiny apartment with two beefy firemen definitely has a fantasy or two. she knows the realities of how scary these fires can be, so she always feels a little guilty in indulging in being a damsel in distress in her daydreams, her two boys coming to save her from a smoky building before taking her home, spreading her out on the bed and making her feel all better, the two of them still greasy, soot staining their clothes and the scent of smoke radiating from them.

sometimes they get home from their shift when she’s mid fantasy with her hand down her panties and suddenly has to dive out of bed to greet them, all disheveled with her pupils dilated to the moon and back.

“you uh… alright there sweetie?” jj plays into it, knowing something was a miss, smirking. she swallows thickly, nodding unconvincingly.

“mhm! you guys just caught me by surprise! i was uh, napping.” her voice still trembles.

“hold on, you do look a little flushed.” john b touches the back of her neck and her knees buckle. but luckily his fireman instincts kick in and he catches her with ease. god, this was just like her fantasies. “lets lay you down, okay?”

L IS FOR… location, ft. pizzadeliveryboy!pope ♡

when fitting pope into your seriously tight schedule — sometimes it was just the most convenient to fuck in a rather odd location. your car and the kitchen of your house were good enough to get the job done — but popes favourite location to have fucked you in had to be the bathroom of the pizza place he worked at.

now, usually — he was a stickler for rules. the violation of his work place would normally make him shudder, but it was just the way you’d marched in there, so publicly, leant over the counter and whispered “i need it now.”

safe to say you were not talking about extra pepperonis.

he took his break early, and hey — it was a slow day, so he wasn’t too worried about ushering you cautiously but quickly into a bathroom cubicle and fighting your shorts down your legs.

“seriously? while i’m working?” he hisses in a whisper and all you can do is giggle, leaning against your cubicle wall and sticking out your ass temptingly. you match his whisper at full volume, in the moment not caring who hears. it was the closest he could get to a public declaration of love and desire.

“dont complain. know you’ve been thinkin’ about it.”

he definitely had been, so he shuts up and gets to work.

M IS FOR… motivation, ft. shittysoundcloudrapper!jj ♡

what gets jj going, is your eagerness to help him, doing whatever it takes to push and promote his hopeless career in soundcloud rapping. needs a female voice to moan for the backing track again? you’re eagerly setting up the mic and spreading your legs for him. needs a video girl? you’re holding up mini skirts asking which one he thinks you should wear (he says whichever one is shorter.) stuck in a slump with writing lyrics? there’s not much you can do there but spell check them in his notepad with glittery pink pen and make suggestions. each assist made, you do it with the same wide eyed, pleading for approval expression that makes his dick throb.

he didn’t like to admit it, but he was enjoying playing with you too much to make you his certified girlfriend just yet. which makes him kind of a selfish asshole, yes. he just loved watching you melt when he’d come up behind his pretty best friend, grabbing your hips and rocking side to side with you, making you smile because you know he’s about to suck up to you and ask you for something.

“you wanna be my helpful girl?” he hums, and you shudder — instantly and pathetically becoming that wide eyed yes-woman he knows and loves.

“mhm…”

“wow that was eeeeasy mama. you’ll do anything for me, huh?”

“anything.”

N IS FOR… no, ft. daddy!john b x puppy!reader ♡

one thing john b really doesn’t like doing, is pushing pup past her limits — especially as sometimes she doesn’t quite know where they are. when having sex, during particularly intense sessions she gets dazed, unable to think and sometimes even talk for herself because she is just so overwhelmed by emotion and pleasure.

he’d have her face down ass up in the bed, strong arm wrapped around her hips to reach her cunt, rolling her pearl beneath rough fingers as his cock stretches her, collecting cream at the base from her abundance of releases. hes going at a relaxed pace, but pup is limp, unable to let anything out by strained noises.

“hows that sweetheart? we still feeling good?” john b croons, careful not to get lost in his own pleasure to focus on his own. “pup?” he calls when there’s no answer.

that’s a big enough of a red flag for john b to pull out, leaning over her to gently lift her head. her eyes are screwed shut with tears on her cheeks and she’s breathing quickly through her nose. it appears she’s worked herself up into a frenzy. the brunette knows not to panic, as these things happen, simply scooping her naked body into his arms and stroking her head. “how ‘bout a break. okay? did so good for me puppy. juuust need a break. little tiny break.” he punctuates the sentence with a kiss to her crown, doing everything in his power to reassure and soothe her.

O IS FOR…oral, ft. rafe x lamb!reader ♡

with someone as strict as lamb!reader, oral is the loophole rafe needed to get into her panties. in the early days, he weasels head from her — telling her it’s the only way she can properly apologise to him after mouthing off against him after he’d done so much for her. there’s the light threat that he’ll tell on her too if she doesn’t, unspoken and lingering behind their elongated gazes — and that’s enough for her to frantically scamper to her knees, demanding the satin scrunchie from her dresser.

rafe isn’t big on giving oral — but with lamb, he’d see it as a stepping stone into sex. because if he’s eaten her pussy, what’s the point in stopping there? they may aswell go all the way. it’s obscene the way he’d have her on her back on her bed, his knees in both of his hands, spread as far as they’d go revealing her wet, pulsing cunt causing the fabric of her thin white panties to be completely sheered.

“c—can’t, after the first time… i had to beg for forgiveness. if i do this rafe there’s, there’s no going back.” she’s trembling, the poor thing — but not from fear, from need, her clit twitching beneath his gaze just begging to be touched. it was true, religious girls ovulated too.

“yeah? you’d probably start crying if i stopped n’walked away now alright? you want this. no, you — you need this, i can see it with my own two eyes. okay? give in. jesus isn’t watching.” he’s irritable, but if rafe was anything— he wasn’t a total creep. he needed that green light. he needed a yes.

there’s a silence, filled with lambs shuddering and sniffles and he’s honestly about to give up himself before her voice sounds, meek and guilty.

“just… just a little bit. just kiss it a little bit. maybe… maybe touch.”

he huffs out a laugh. sure, just a little bit.

P IS FOR… pace, ft.apocalypse!pope ♡

in a world where everything was a mad dash for safety, sex was the one thing pope liked to take his time with. he saw it as a luxury, a blessing reminding him of his gratitude toward having shelter, safety, warmth, companionship. he was never a risk taker, only ever having one actual ‘quickie’ in an abandoned warehouse when you convince him to take you beyond the gates of kitty hawk. he was stressed the whole time, an eye constantly peeled and unable to fully enjoy you as he bounced you hastily on his cock.

“s’fine popey, no one’s here! nothin’s gonna — mmph— nothin’s gonna happen!”

“you don’t know that. fuck. you better cum. shit.”

back home at the base, he lights candles, lays you down on the blankets in his watch-tower, and gets to work. he rolls his hips languidly, relishing in every noise you make, falling love even deeper when you beg him to go harder, faster. but he never does. sex was one of the few enjoyable things there was left, and he wanted to make each time last. he never knew when it might be the last time, anyway.

Q IS FOR… quickie, ft. farmhand!jj ♡

farmhand!jj on the other hand, he gets off on the thrill of being caught. he doesn’t really want to— but there’s something so scandalous to him about the fact your father is a short walk up the hill, whilst you’re in the barn with him, grinding on his face, calling him daddy.

there’s a rarely a time either of you are able to get fully nude, relying on moving things out the way to put the ‘quick’ in ‘quickie’. he enjoys that element too, taking pleasure in pulling up that little gingham dress and moving your innocent looking panties aside to have his way with the farmers daughter.

he likes to tease you, it’s just apart of his cheeky personality — plucking some hay off your cheek as he fucks into you from the back, hay in your hair and dirt on your cheek on the floor blanket he laid down.

“what would ya’ daddy say, huh? if he saw you like this on his property? ain’t lookin’ too good for you, sweetie.” he teases, tightening his grip on your hips. you whine, which means ‘don’t say that’ in sex talk, barely glancing over your shoulder with hazy puppy dog eyes.

“you’re m’daddy.” you pout in the heat of the moment, pathetically and guiltily making him bark out a mischievous chuckle, biting his tongue.

“yeah? i’m your daddy. okay.” jj repeats with a grin, plucking his hat off his head and dropping it on yours.

R IS FOR… risk, ft. gooner!rafe ♡

look, he’s a rich, white guy in college. he doesn’t care about risks. before you, there wasn’t much risk in his porn obsessed habits, not outside of his search history being revealed anyway. but when he met you, someone who lets him do whatever he wants — it becomes more of a factor.

half way through fucking, he rolls off you, sliding the slippery condom off his cock and heading back to insert himself.

“rafey what are you doin’?” you mewl, shock and concern etched across your features. to be honest, the suggestion of fear in your tone made him throb.

“look, it’ll be fine, alright? i’ll— i’ll pull out, just need to feel that pussy. you gonna let me feel that pussy or no? hm?” he drawls, leaning over you on strong arms, the angle making it hard to disagree with him, infact — you felt your hand floating towards his shaft to guide him back inside, under his spell.

S IS FOR… stamina, ft. puppy!reader x jj ♡

what happens when you pair two of the most adhd, frantic beings in the obx in a bed together? it just keeps going, all night long. catch them when they’re amped up enough, and they’ll go like bunnies.

just when you think it’s over, the two of them catching their breath together in bed— they’ll turn to look at eachother with hazy smiles, before puppy rolls back on top of him.

“want more, jayj.” she’ll always beg, grinding her slick up and down his shaft as it twitches, blood rushing back to it.

“oh yeah? already? don’t need a snack? just… straight back in?” he teases, pretending to think about it until she pouts petulantly.

“dont need a snack want it right now!” she whines, frantically trying to stuff him back inside. he sits up, waving her hands away and cradling her.

“alright, alright no scooby snacks, got it. don’t worry, i’ll give y’what you want, mama.” he soothes, before flipping her on her back.

T IS FOR… toys, ft. toxicex!johnb ♡

let’s be real, whenever you and john b hook up — he wants to show you exactly what you’re missing, so when he feels the need to up his game, he’s definitely not above using toys to bend you to his will, guaranteeing a crazy orgasm you both know no one else can give you.

when you come grovelling at his door, he poses the vibrator he still keeps around as a punishment of some kind for leaving him. he’ll sit behind you on the bed with your legs spread open, holding the pink vibe to your clit as you fall apart.

“you know sweetheart i shouldn’t keep doing this… right?”

“mm—no—mmph john b, please!” you cry, willing to do anything for him to not turn the toy off just before you cum again.

“john b?” he repeats, voice dry and flat. “has it been that long?”

“daddy.” you mewl ashamed and feel him smile, satisfied with an exaggerated nod.

“ah. there it is. ‘guess i can make you feel good again. what’s one more time right?” his tone is sarcastic still as he rubs the vibe in circles, making your legs jerk obscenely, voice squealing involuntarily. “mm. but it’s not gonna be the last time, is it baby?”

U IS FOR… unfair, ft.spoiledexgf!reader x rafe ♡

we all know, when it comes to teasing — spoiledexgf!reader is straight up evil. she breaks less easily, never giving rafe what he wants unless it’s on her terms, using him for that delectable dick and money when she needs it. she knows he still belongs to her completely, and her attitude shows that.

she likes to call him at random times from another phone (because one of them always has the other one blocked on her phone.) just to check if she can still get what she wants. he’ll pick up the phone with “yeah, who’s this?”

“you know who.” she grins, kicking her feet and she hears him sigh, leaning back in his seat, probably pinching his nose bridge.

“what, okay — i’m working, what do you want?”

“i can’t just call to check up on my favourite businessman?” she coos, biting her glossed lip.

“no. you always want something. so what is it— or— or should i say how much? huh? how much you need?” he’s sarcastic, but she can literally him hear scuffling about for his wallet.

“just a humble 300. there are these pair of shoes and… well, i won’t bore you with the details. i’ll be sure to repay you.”

“yeah, you fuckin’ better, alright? not just a piggy bank. not doin’ that shit anymore okay i need something in return.” he demands, frustrated and dick already jumping at the thought of potentially getting to touch her again.

she taps her chin though he can’t see her, fluttering long lashes at the ceiling. “hmm. i’ll see what mood i’m in later. bye rafey.” just like that, she hangs up — waiting for the money to be transferred.

V IS FOR…volume, ft. pope ♡

if there was a contest for prettiest male moan— the trophy would go to pope. he’s not super loud, because you’re either doing it at his place or yours, and with your family situations it was rare you had the places to yourself.

however, you could listen to it forever — the sound of his soft groan in your ear as he’d roll his hips against yours, slipping in whispers of “oh my god.” and “fuck…” under his breath, which was absolutely music to your ears.

sometimes, when he’s super pent up — right before he cums he’ll whimper, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on getting to his peak of pleasure. that was pope at his most vulnerable, and you cherish every moment.

“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so beautiful…shit!”

W IS FOR… wildcard, ft. barry x bunny!reader ♡

you read that correctly — there is a universe out there where bunny and rafe break up, and barry is quick to get his hands on that. he lets her rant at his place, wiping her tears with his knuckle with a joint hanging from his mouth, he takes a huff before holding the roll to her glittery lips.

“he got you fucked up babygirl… know i wouldn’t do that shit right? i’on know, maybe you need a real man to get you right… s’all i’m sayin’.” he lets the smirk slide onto his face. her instinct is to deny him, but why? she’s single now right?

before she knows it she’s pierced on his cock with him guiding her hips, his mouth tasting of something unfamiliar mixed with weed.

“shit, keep that thing real tight don’t you mama? country club di’nt even know what to do with all that.”

X IS FOR… x-ray ♡

when i think of who is packing the most — two characters come to mind. pogue!rafe, who stands at 6ft5– he definitely has the dick to match his huge beefy stature, and dbf!johnb— just the idea of him having to train his friends daughter to take his thick cock is simply mouthwatering.

rafes stands at 9 and a half inches, and john b at 7.5, but way thicker.

Y IS FOR… yearning, ft. john b x reader x sarah ♡

this couple is potentially the biggest gooner duo of the princessverse. as previously discussed, the pair are constantly trying to integrate sex into your life by tricking your innocent mind into thinking it was your idea, so of course they are constantly yearning for you.

when you posted some scandalous bikini pics on instagram — you thought most people would give it a like, maybe a comment and then keep scrolling. what you don’t know, is that two of your closest friends are in bed together, touching themselves and eachother with your pictures pulled up — talking about all the yucky things they’re gonna do to you when they get their hands on you.

“can you picture it john b? her laying right here between us, letting me suck those perfect tits.” sarah sighs softly and john b’s jaw falls open with pleasure as she takes over from his hand gripping his cock, stroking up and down.

“holy shit. i’m gonna cum all over the screen.” he grits his teeth and she sucks on her plump bottom lip, clenching her tanned thighs together knowing it’ll be her turn soon.

“yeah… cum all over her.”

Z IS FOR… Zzz, ft. linecook!jj ♡

jj works long days, but he always ensures to reserve enough energy to lay it on you when he’s home from work. however, when he’s done — he’s done, so if you were planning on having any conversations with him, you have to make sure it’s before he gets his hands on you.

he rolls off you once he’s fucked you through two orgasms, finally getting his own, dropping face down with his pants pulled down.

you catch your breath before rolling over to kiss his bicep. “jayj, left some dinner for you in the microwave if you didn’t get to eat at work…” you blink, hazy eyed and still a bit disorientated. “jayjie?”

you’re met with a snore, low and deep — muffled by the pillow. you giggle, stroking his back affectionately and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. he’ll eat it for breakfast, you suppose.

[afterglowsainz]

dancing with our hands tied | pablo gavi

part 2

summary: pablo asks for your help to get his ex girlfriend back since you’re her best friend

fc: jenna ortega

a/n: writing this lowkey drained me because i somehow made it longer than i plan to but whatever we won el clásico i had to celebrate !!! (i’ll try to post part 2 tomorrow)

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[ultimatestellar]

huh!!! i assumed there was some sort of time jumping in purge march but this is worth consideration.

in magic, the stage light falling happens immediately after riyone is introduced, but under the supervision of gozake. the other mascots only actually show up once the cat gets bonked.

riyone is the silly who did the electrical buzz buzz, while gozake is the one who amane had issues with from the start in purge march. riyone is also the one who first comes up with the idea of praying to help the cat, which gozake seconds.

if the events of purge march are in chronological order, the cat thing happens immediately after the shower ow-er hour. amane goes home. riyone doing a zappy zap (or actually showing up in purge march at all) only happens THEN. but its less immediately thanks to some Weird Old Man On A Hill shenanigans to the point that its reasonable to assume stuff could have happened between amane helping the cat and taser time.

we have extra reason to believe that she had trouble with the rule gozake represents even before the cat thing. something something “can’t be a good girl”.

so problems with gozake (and/or the rule he represents) first, riyone is there during this but not Right There, and then the cat thing happens. riyone is the one who actually enforces the “prayer! no medical! medical is against god’s trials!” thing, and is consequently the person who punishes amane for it.

do i know what any of this means? absolutely not! but if purge march is in chronological order, it might make a timeline of events/people involved easier in combination with magic.

IDK why I just realized this but the punishment with the water is shown before Amane's mom(?) finds out about the cat. So there was some other "transgression" that she was already being punished for (obviously she didn't ACTUALLY do anything wrong).

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

9-1-1 Buddie 8x06 coda (major spoilers!)

The spirit of Eddie Diaz possessed me and here this is! V unedited as its almost 4am for me but enjoy!

Also on Ao3

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"Did you shave your moustache?"

Its not the first thing Eddie had been expecting Buck to mention, when he'd waited him out to hear what was going on.

But, another part of Eddie sparks just a little. Something saying 'he noticed'.

Eddie shaved his trauma based facial hair, put on a song and danced around like he was a kid again. Like he was stealing the mixtape Adriana's boyfriend made her, blasting it full volume while everyone was at church and he blagged a pulled muscle from baseball practice (he only got away with that because the only thing worse to Ramon Diaz than a son, 'a man of the house' being taken down by a sore leg, was his son ditching the match and embarassing them). He would jump the stairs in twos or sometimes threes in time with the music, slide down the bannister, knee slide across the kitchen floor- playing every song on a loop (ignoring the way his heart flopped in his chest when Adri's boyfriend whispered his dedications between songs).

He'd let loose in his own house this time, joy bursting within him and then his door had been knocked on, his best friend came in, sat beside him and noticed it all.

Or, at least the moustache.

And probably the shirt, underpants and socks look.

Plus he was pretty sure Buck was sitting on the fly swatter air guitar right now.

Eddie grins unabashedly, feeling his smooth upper lip tug.

"Yeah I did, what'd you think?"

He gives his best pout just for-

Buck exhales a laugh, his head ducking with a just there smile.

There it is.

"Suits you- not that uh- not that the whole, what did Chim call it?"

"Magnum"

"Right! Magnum look didn't- but it was kinda getting a bit too similar to Gerrard and that is not a mix up I want to be part of"

Eddie snorts.

"Were you actually worried about accidentally greeting him as me? He'd sure learn a hell of a lot about racoons if you did"

"Hey- racoons are adorable and they're super intelligent!"

Eddie raised his hands in acquiesce.

"I'm not saying anything against racoons Buck, you've pleaded their case already and besides, Christopher-"

He cuts himself off and watches Buck suck in a small breath.

"Christopher loves them too"

It doesn't hurt quite so much. He finds himself smiling again.

"So, the moustache the only thing you noticed?" he sinks further into the couch, shoulder brushing Buck's.

"I figured you'd just put all your other clothes in the wash" Buck gestures up and down at him with a smirk.

He gets an eyeroll in return.

"What about you?" Eddie asks.

The question is light, but Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn't getting curious, watching the way Buck seems to curl back into himself, a halligan settling back across his shoulders.

He lets the silence linger for a moment the way he knows Buck needs.

Finally there's a sigh.

"Tommy broke up with me".

[georgevilliers]

Mary & George thots

I watched all 7 episodes this morning starting at 4:30am on about 4 hours of sleep so here are all of my very sleep deprived but professional opinions. Also, I read the book The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley so i have Extra Opinions

(spoilers and lengthy thots beneath the cut)

These are not going to be in any specific order because I can not be bothered (see: me being up since 4am on 4 hours of sleep) and as a blanket statement I loved the show!!!!! Most of the things I will say are going to be neutral statements relating to differences I saw between what I read in the book and what was in the show. These are not good or bad things, just observations! I think it's fun and interesting to look at the things they changed to make it more interesting and palatable for a tv viewing audience, and I don't think it changes the quality of the product at all! With that out of the way, let's get on to the content:

we'll start with the things I loved

NICHOLAS GALITZINE. Like. HELLO??? I am very familiar with his work (watched everything he's been in and recorded a podcast about it) and I know he's been criminally undervalued in almost every project he's ever done but this really, really tested his limits and I mean that in a very good way. You can tell this whole project was a test of his abilities as an actor both physically and mentally and he really rose to the challenge in such an impressive way. I'm not really sure if this is ever going to be Emmy/awards fodder (if they meant it to be they released it at a very poor time but thats a different discussion for another time) but I do think this is going to lead to some very interesting places for him. People (important decision making ones) are going to see this and realise what his abilities are and this is a very good thing.

The costumes are so incredible. The details, the colours, the cuts, the CAMP. I'm not a costuming expert so I have no way of knowing how accurate any of the costuming was but damn did it look good.

On that note the CAMP. Oh my god. This really had that je ne sais quoi that makes something camp in the way only queer people can make something camp, so really hats off to everyone involved in the production value.

I should mention all of the actors here, including Julianne Moore and Tony Curran. I am biased, being that I now seem to only exist to consume Nicky G media, but everyone did such a great job.

The script is so complex and rich, I really don't envy the actors having to memorize some of the tongue twisters that were part of the dialogue.

I think they did a really good job of crafting George as a character. As someone who is predisposed to love Nick's face (lol) I really did feel a bit of hatred towards him sometimes. I found him embarrassing, hot headed, full of himself, and pitiable, sometimes all within a few scenes!

Let's talk about some of the big changes I noticed

they really REALLY made up about 95% of Mary's storyline, I would say. This is just going off the King's Assassin, mind you, but from what I learned about Mary from that book is that essentially her only role in the course George's life took was the initial bit: sending him to France to become a learned gentleman, and sending him to London to try to catch the king's attention. If anyone has any recommendations for sources about Mary's life I could read about I would be very interested in it in order to piece together more fact and fiction! In general, I would just assume the vast majority of Mary's storyline did not happen, but it was fun though! One thing that is mentioned in the book is that her and the king did become good friends.

I really missed the use of nicknames from James. I guess it was hard to show most of them on screen as a lot of them appeared in letters they wrote to each other when they were apart, but James often referred to him as "Steenie" referring to St Stephen who apparently "had the face of an angel", amongst numerous other nicknames such as wife, dog, and child etc.

I also really wish they had included this famous speech of King James' to his privy council, because it is burned into my brain I can literally recite it word for word now: "You may be sure that I love the Earl of Buckingham more than anyone else, and more than you who are here assembled. I wish to speak in my own behalf and not to have it thought to be a defect, for Jesus Christ did the same, and therefore I cannot be blamed. Christ had John, and I have George."

I think they sort of removed some of George's abilities in order to make him rely on Mary more to involve her character in the storylines. In reality he made all of his own political decisions, knew how to play the king without help if he needed, and was a competent (if not terrible and easily swayed by bribery and trying to level up his own interests) member of the government

One of my favourite things to learn from the book is that when George took a wife (which, I believe in reality he was all too happy to marry in order to secure his possessions with an heir) she was welcomed by the king with open arms. King James became besties with Katie and he considered her as sort of part of their "family". In general I think they played up the "jealousies" from King James.

While it is alleged that George did kill James, it was not by asphyxiation. According to the book, he was suffering what is now known as malaria and had a violent fit, thought to be brought on by a "medication" George gave him which was provided by a doctor but actually administered by George, which is what ended up finally killing him

In general I wish the end hadn't felt so...rushed? Maybe it only felt that way because I know how it actually plays out and maybe if I rewatch while not trying to think about real life events so much, it might feel less so. But the whole issue with Spain took up such a small amount of time in the show when in real life it was like...a problem spanning multiple years. And I know they obviously can not show all of that within a 7 episode television show, it does seem like maybe they should have left it out altogether if they weren't really going to see it to its full justice?

My other small complaint is that it felt to me in some parts that the love between King James and George wasn't there. Certainly it feels to me like perhaps George did not feel the same level of love towards King James as the king felt for him, but the king certainly felt so much love for George. There were multiple instances outlined in the book in which they were "on the outs" because George started ignoring him in favour of Charles, or for other reasons, and it seemed to really tear at the king and he seemed to often be the one reaching out to George trying to keep his love close, rather than George trying to rein the king back in under his power. At that point, George had all of the power he needed and the king was so passive and loved him so much, he stayed the king's favourite until death, and George had very little to worry about in that regard.

There! That's all I can think of for now, and I think this has gone on quite long enough. I feel I need to rewatch the show and try harder to not think about real life situations and just enjoy the story. The fiction in the series is greater than the fact but I still think it's fun! And I recognise that there is a need to dramatize things greatly because the way things really played out in reality would not make good television at all. I hope no real history scholars find this post, and if you do please be gentle with me! I am not really an expert, just a history fan (even though I do find myself wanting to quit my job and become a George Villiers scholar).

If you read all of this you really deserve a medal, and you have all my thanks!

[jeonscatalyst]

No because I just saw this today, yoominers be crazy imo. What are they even seeing there?

It’s my understanding that Jimin had the fake never mind tattoo in 2014 for a performance, the song came out nearly a year later and he then got it permanently years later?

I don’t mind people seeing whatever they want to see or shipping whom ever they want to ship but the issue I have with Yoonminers is that they claim to love Jimin and Yoongi together and separately yet these people have no issues interacting with taekookers who are straight up hateful towards Jimin or atleast shady towards him. They follow, interact with and share in taekookers weird theories and narratives about the boys and that is why they disgust me. I particularly know this one yoonmin blogger on tumblr who followers and interacts with taekookers on here who are constantly shady and sometimes hateful towards Jimin and when I tell you I have never felt so disgusted. That particular taekook blog is bent on proving that Jimin and Jungkook were not together or atleast Jimin was also with Yoongi on the night of Jk’s birthday in 2020 when Jimin said he was with Jungkook at 4am. They have twisted the hell out of that story just to prove that yoonmin were together even though Jimin literally mentioned being with Jungkook and mentioned speaking with other members over the phone. They don’t even care about the fact that Jungkook wasn’t with Taehyung at all because all they care about is debunking Jikook more than they care about proving taekook.

As for the tattoo, Jimin has never told us why he got that tattoo and what the tattoo means to him and i could very well see how he probably got inspired to get it because of the song “Nevermind” but that literally doesn’t mean the tattoo is yoongi’s like that dumb yoominer on twitter claims. Jimin has a moon phase tattoo on his back today thanks to Tae who showed it to him but would we say the tattoo is Tae’s because Jimin did it thanks to him? Ofcourse not and if yoonmin is real because of that tattoo which Jimin has never spoken about, then Vmin are married with 50 kids because unlike with the nevermind tattoo, Jimin has actually told us about the moon phase tattoo and how it came to be.

Some people say Jimin got the nevermind fake tattoo in 2014 as a spoiler for HYYH, which was released a year later but we don’t know for sure because they’ve never spoken about it so it’s all speculation.

[pinovapie]

Chapter 2 Ep12 ramble (spoilers)

Disclaimer: Writing at 4am and i have not slept lol

Man,, that was wild,,,

never been a big Hu or David person but they both shot up my rankings with this ep!

Hmm,, a lot of top culprit picks got alibis,, (if Hu's to be believed, her interupting and talking over Nico is suspicious) except Ace,,,

Actually,,, if Nico fed the minnows at say, 5-6pm (since they feed them just after dinner right?) and Arei and David talked at 7:30pm,,, if Nico's telling the truth about non being missing when they fed them,, the killer had around about 2hrs to get the fish,,, and we know Ace, David and Arei were on that floor, Arei's dead and David has an alibi,,,, Ace and David never mention anyone else on that floor and we don't know how long Ace was there,,,, he's so suspicious,,,, also the tape disappearing when he jumps up,,,,

But also stupid,,,, there's no way he's actually that stupid right??? If he was the killer either someone messed with the scene,,,, or he somehow fucked up the entire thing enough to unintentionally cover up his crime???? Either way he can not make it to the chap 3 trial,,, no way this dumbass is a survivour,,,, i would actually be shocked,,,,

Anyways, Arturo is so valid for snapping this trial! Please guys stop expecting a plastic surgeon to know the same things as a forensic pathologist or coroner lmao!

The wall dent!!! Was Whit falling??? And David snapping at Whit?? Omg,,,,

Damn,,,, guess Levi does have the "murder without remorse" secret,,, but! Levi lore???

[fullscoreshenanigans]

When and how did you get into TPN? For me I discovered TPN in 2021 through the Fandom page where I spoiled myself about Conny and some other stuff which I forgot and in 2023 I purchased the first two volumes of the manga and I fell in love. And the rest is ancient history!

Sorry about my little history lesson!

You're good! (If anyone else wants to share how they got into the series on this post I'd been down for that too)

My sister and a friend recommended the anime to me at some point (I want to say after it was on US Netflix) as something I might like. I did not pay any attention to this at all lol. They did lord this over me when it became one of my favorite series. But I managed to avoid all spoilers for it other than the orphanage being a farm, which wasn't a big deal to me since it happens so early on.

Fast forward to March 2021, within the ballpark of a day or two of the season 2 finale airing in Japan. I finished watching another series on Netflix, and it recommended TPN to me. I thought, I vaguely recognize this title, the description sounds interesting, and the thumbnail looks cute, so why not check out the first episode.

(dmotta3's blind reaction lives rent free in my head and inspired this post)

I got to the end of episode 6 and realized that my idea to just check out one episode at 1am was terrible because it was now 4am. But I had the day off from work, so after going to bed and doing everything else I needed to do that day I wrapped up the rest of season 1 because was hooked. I had to know what the fuck is up with these little babies with the mental fortitude and emotional maturity to handle this fantastical dystopia they found themselves in so well. And the final six episodes delivered and then some for me.

Me within watching the first ten minutes of S1e01: oh this kid with the black emo hair is going to be my favorite :)

Me upon watching S1e11: LKJFSDLKFLKDFJL OMFG?? OM?FG?? 🥴🙃🥴 THERAPY! THERAPY FOR A THOUSAND YEARS FOR YOU!!!

I noticed the second season wasn't on Netflix, so while avoiding as many spoilers as I could I took a peek around and discovered that a lot of people were unhappy with season 2. I asked some friends who had watched it if they liked it, and they said it was all right, but not as good as season 1. So what I ended up doing was figuring out where the first season left off in the manga, and then read a few chapters before watching the corresponding parts in the anime to see where it really diverged. By the time I got to the bunker in the anime and saw there was no dad to go in it, I dropped it entirely to focus on reading the manga. It took roughly four days from me putting on the anime on a whim to me reading the bonus chapters and epilogue, and I was initially kind of bummed about it for reasons I've discussed here.

(Chart I made to explain to a friend group my personal enjoyment of the series by arc because it's one of the silly things we do with each other, while avoiding some spoilers by removing the names of the last few arcs. I'd rank Cuvitidala and the human world arc a bit higher now and Return to Grace Field arc lower, but the rest is still largely the same.)

But even with my gripes with the series, it had nestled itself inside my heart and mind, and I was endeared to it enough to buy the blu-ray of season 1 and import the soundtrack.

Another crucial aspect for me was that @1000sunnygo was translating the mystic code book around this time as well as a plethora of other content that wasn't receiving official English releases. This kept me engaged with this silly little shounen that had endeared me so deeply, as I had new official content and information to look forward to every now and then in addition to latching on to some fanfics that proved to be foundational for my personal interpretation/enjoyment of the series. It also helped explain some of the issues I had with it, one of them being the pacing toward the end due to Shirai trying to salvage his health after being in serialized publishing for almost four years while still maintaining his sense of artistic integrity by ending the series on his own terms. I don't think this frees said choices from critique, but it helped me personally accept them more.

And then after almost ten months after first watching season 1 on a whim, I made this blog, though I didn't really start using it until February 2022. It was a first for me since I usually just keep everything on main in a random hodgepodge, but the brainrot wasn't going away, and I couldn't put my mutuals through another major interest, so here we are roughly 2.5 years later.

[https-furina]

✎ puppy love.

ft. gorou x fem!reader

w.c. 2.8k words

content: human!reader, some scenes are based from gorou’s hangout event, inazuma archon quest spoilers if you’ve not completed/got that far, gorou being a lovestruck pup and pining, reader does not have a vision, a little hurt/comfort? not proofread + not edited (i will get around to doing this soon)

notes: i started this at 4am with no real plot in mind, just a love for a certain puppy and now it’s 11am and this is probably utter crap but i love gorou so much

you remember him distinctly from when you were kids. pointy ears and a tail just would never stop wagging, you seemed slightly perplexed seeing him again adorning armour and a strict face as he gave out orders to soldiers. you’d come to visit to your older brother stationed at watatsumi island with the resistance but you had never imagined that bright eyed puppy to be his general of all people.

why was you so surprised? you remember the day that gorou told you he was leaving for watatsumi island. you were mumbling about what fabric to choose for your next kimono and you didn’t miss gorou’s vivid excitement as he rambled about a resistance being formed on watatsumi island against the shogunate. at the time, you were still kids so you were harsh in your approach to gorou’s excitement. “are you trying to get yourself killed?” you whispered in a hiss, not missing how his tail’s wagging slowed when he didn’t receive the support from you he thought he would. gorou wouldn’t understand your fears however as you watched him sail off for watatsumi island, hands clasped to your chest as you quietly prayed to the electro archon for his safe return to narukami island.

suddenly you regretted your choices coming to watatsumi to visit your brother. was this really that healthy for you, seeing him again? you could have kept writing letters to him and you’d never have to see those little fangs poke gorou’s lower lip as he smiled at the soldiers, his strict aura lifted as if the ordering was over. you was out of earshot so whatever was said was confidential, most likely for the best. you wondered if you should approach gorou to ask about your brother’s whereabouts but a familiar tap on your shoulder caused you to whip around on your heel, burying your face into your brother’s chest.

“stop gawking at the general,” he laughed, pulling away from you - did he not remember gorou from your childhood? “i’ll have to take you watatsumi sightseeing!”

you pouted, lips pursed as you solemnly followed your brother away from the village. you were confused as to how he seemed to forget all the summer days he had to fetch you from your evenings laying in the long grass with the puppy child, the two of you basking in the warm sun. you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t catch gorou’s reaction to seeing your familiar hair colour leaving the village and the gentle waft of your scent in the wind after all these years.

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“are you not coming back home now that the raiden shogun has stood down and lifted the decrees?” you mumbled, tucking your knees under your chin as you watched the waves dance up the shoreline, white froth tickling at your bare feet. your brother stood beside you, a sigh leaving his lips loud enough for you to hear.

“my home is with the resistance now, y/n,” he doesn’t seem pleased but you’re old enough to understand the situation now, “i can always visit narukami one day though.”

it wasn’t particularly an answer. with the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree gone, why was there still a resistance? why was there still the need to be cautious for more bloodshed, for more innocent souls to be lost? you bit your tongue. what if one of those innocent souls was one day your brother who foolishly would not come home?

nodding, you didn’t respond to your brother. you’d be leaving watatsumi island empty handed with only the fleeting moments of seeing your childhood friend clinging to your memories.

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gorou cursed the day he left for the resistance, seeing you on that shoreline with the sunset painting you golden hues as he sailed away. he’d left you with a fractured friendship, torn over morals regarding the shogunate. while you didn’t particularly support the raiden shogun and her ways of governing, you wasn’t happy about a resistance being formed in chances that people would lose their lives. gorou knew that he was one of those people that you were especially scared of losing their life but he had to do what was right.

that’s why when he saw your older brother turn up to enroll in the resistance, he suddenly had a lump in his throat. he was determined to protect him for your sake, so he sent him to watatsumi island away from the fighting. gorou remembers this well as he watched your brother return to the village, your scent clinging to him but you were nowhere to be seen - had you left for narukami island so soon? that’s when gorou noticed that if your brother was a hybrid too, he’d be sporting flattened ears and a tail tucked between his legs to match the deflated aura he carried with him as he wandered aimlessly back to where he’d spent the past few years.

gorou’s own ears flattened at the thought that you’d gone back to narukami island upset once more.

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you were supposed to be waiting for your friend, thoma but he had to hurry off to the komore teahouse, promising you that he’d accompany you another day but something urgent had came up. that left you alone, twirling a sakura decorated parasol over your shoulder as it kept you shaded from inazuma’s summer heat. the air was humid and it left you sticky even in the thinly layered outfit you had chosen. without thoma, you were left to mindlessly wander inazuma city’s streets, bustling as always. the ms. hina fanclub was congregated outside of the yae publishing house and you could only ponder what antics guuji yae was up to this time.

squeezing through the crowd and making your way up the cobble steps, you didn’t quite literally think you’d run into the cunning pink fox and even more so the flustered ginger dog that was gorou. you froze on the spot immediately, wondering if you should shove yourself back into the crowd to escape the situation or continue walking past like you never knew gorou - you knew well enough at yae miko would notice you however. you were a regular at the grand narukami shrine after all, praying for your brother.

her purple irises flickered to you in an instance as if she had read your mind, they creased into half moons as she gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, one that was quite the polar opposite to her personality. your name utters from her lips and you see the way gorou tenses, his ears are perked and you can’t help but wonder if he’s equally as scared of the confrontation as you are.

“i haven’t seen you for a while at the shrine,” miko muses, giggling behind her hand, “how did the visit to your brother go?”

you attempt to fake a smile but you’ve never been fantastic about lying with emotions. your knuckles are white around the parasol handle and your heart is racing thousands of miles per hour - can gorou hear it?

“it was okay - the usual, guuji yae,” you mumbled as you suddenly recalled the events of your watatsumi island visit, “i don’t think i’ll visit for a while. what brings you to the city?”

“i just had to drop off some letters to our general here and then i’ll be heading back to the shrine.” miko emphasised the ‘our’ and you caught onto it, glancing at gorou to see him already looking at you. it was uncomfortable but somehow you still cherished it, to have his attention again after all these years. miko bid her farewell, sauntering past you as she left for the yae publishing house.

“y/n…” gorou started, his voice trailing off as his tail lowered. you pursed your lips, missing the days where it felt as if he could take off with the amount of wagging his tail would do.

“so you’re still alive?” you sounded a little bitter but you didn’t mean to. of course you knew he was still alive, as if you hadn’t watched him at watatsumi island like your long lost lover had returned from war. the thought made you scowl somewhat. if gorou was even somewhat like your brother, there didn’t appear to be a ‘return from the war.’

“you could say that,” gorou laughed awkwardly, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. you noticed his ears curled downwards and wondered if it was because of your tone a few moments prior, “you haven’t changed at all.”

his words caught you off guard, winding you of air as you suddenly felt out of breath. your eyes darted away from gorou to the views that the heights of inazuma city bestowed upon you, chewing your lower lip with your teeth. gorou cleared his throat, seeming just as flustered with his words as you was.

“i can’t say the same for you,” you mumbled, trying to release the grip you had on your parasol handle but it was the only thing keeping you grounded to the reality of speaking to gorou again, “i didn’t expect you to return to narukami island.”

“i’m mainly here for her excellency, she likes novels from the yae publishing house but…” his voice trailed as he looked at the thin stack of letters in his hand. you swallowed the lump in your throat, standing straighter to fix your posture.

“i better leave you to it then,” you hummed in an attempt at being polite, making your way to the stairs as you realised your time outside of the family estate was coming to an end, “it was nice seeing you gorou.”

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gorou settled himself underneath the tree, stacks of letters in his hands as he began to sift through them, replying to them with advice he would give them. as was his duty as the anonymous person answering letters in the ‘that’s life’ magazine’s advice column. he would do this monthly since the war ended, every time he finds that inazuma city has changed slightly more; be it more food vendors, or perhaps it’s got busier or the atmosphere has changed.

he thinks back to how he saw you moments prior. he relinquishes in how close he was to you again, your scent suffocating him in a warm hug as if he’d ever forget it. gorou grimaces at the thoughts. he should have spoken to you more or chosen his words better but he couldn’t help feeling scared to see you - even more scared than he was to see yae miko. the general shakes his head, lowering his gaze back down to the letters at hand. one in particular catches his eye.

it’s written by one of his soldiers, someone who he has taken into battle. he can’t pinpoint who as the yae publishing house write all the letters up themselves and erase any indication of a name. the soldier is from narukami island, yet is devoted to her excellency and the resistance. he’s thankful for the resistance for giving him a family and taking care of him but he longs to see narukami island again, to see the sakura and his sister that he writes to often. gorou’s grip on the paper suddenly tightens, dinting the sheet under his fingertips. was this your brother?

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the tune of a children’s lullaby leaves you in the form of a hum as you twirl your parasol with one hand. the other hand is collecting sakura petals dropped onto the grass, slipping them into a silk pouch every time you crouched down as to not dirty your clothing. with every step, you near the shore that you stood at when gorou left you. the air turns cold as you remember it.

the waves crashed against the rocks, painting them in froth before it disappeared once again into the water. had you been too harsh on him with your tone? a drastic sigh leaves your lips, you don’t even hear footsteps approach you from behind. he debates whether he should say something, you’re clearly thinking.

“fancy seeing you here.” his ears twitch as a gasp comes from you, your body whipping around to see him. he lets out a nervous smile that shows his fangs poking his lower lip, his usual. he doesn’t see the way the gesture makes your eyes prick with tears, the sunset glowing orange on you both.

“gorou i’m-” the male shook his head, cutting your apology short as his tail lowers, almost tucking itself and he looks out at the sea.

“no, i’m sorry y/n, i said some really rash things back then because we didn’t see eye to eye about my decisions,” gorou’s voice was sincere and now the tears were threatening to spill, “but i’ve learnt that it wasn’t entirely my decisions you didn’t agree on, you was scared for me and i didn’t even give it a thought.”

a singular tear rolled down your cheek, the trail it left glittering in the sunset and causing gorou’s ears to perk in alarm. he began apologising profusely, panicking and unsure what to do in this situation as gorou suddenly became the gorou you remembered. the fidgety, easily embarrassed pup who didn’t know what to do when someone was upset or even had a crush on him.

“can we start again?” you whispered. gorou nodded in response, taking in your features again as you stood before him. even though you was crying, he couldn’t deny you were still as beautiful as when he left you on this beach years ago. in fact, perhaps you’d simply matured a little and grown a few inches in height but you were almost a splitting image of the sobbing y/n he left behind stubbornly.

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“why, good morning y/n.” her voice sounds like a melody and you smile as you turned to see kokomi stood at the sangonomiya shrine’s stairs. she’s smiling, her aura as angelic as ever.

“good morning your excellency,” you return politely, thankful that your constant visits to see your brother and gorou on watatsumi island had got you acquainted with the military stategist, “you wouldn’t have perhaps seen the general this morning, have you?”

“he should be at the old archon shrine on the cliffs, he said to send you there if i happen to stumble upon you.” kokomi giggled, taking her leave as you hummed, not budging from your spot. why in teyvat would he be at the old shrine? you don’t think you’ve heard of him going there since you started having contact with him again.

yet you still make your way to the shrine, albeit worn out and low on breath by the time you make it there. kokomi hadn’t lied however as you spot his pair of ears, staring out at the views. you approached, catching how his tail began wagging faster than the speed of light - there really was no surprising this man.

“what brings you all the way up here?” you mused, standing beside gorou as you finally take sight of the views he’d been admiring. the skies were clear and if you squinted hard enough, you could see liyue in the distance. gorou wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his side as he rested his head against yours.

you feel the gentle thump of his tail wagging as it barely caught the back of your legs from the close proximity the two of you shared. when gorou didn’t reply straight away, you placed a hand over his and simply enjoyed the warmth the canine emitted. he was almost constantly a temperature you could suffocate yourself in all the time, even when you was kids.

“one day we’ll leave inazuma and travel.” gorou suddenly commented, making you laugh as you looked up at the man. he smiled down at you, slight dimples appearing on his cheeks and you felt a hot flush overcome you suddenly as you realised how close your faces were. no matter how much hand holding and hugging you had done these past few months, the two of you hadn’t kissed.

gorou contemplated for a moment, a rosey pink hue dusting his cheeks and the tip of his nose. his wagging slowed but was still present and for a moment, he thinks screw it as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. your lips taste sweet, like the dango milk you’d became obsessed with - he assumed you’d had some on your boat journey to watatsumi. whereas to you, gorou tastes of mint, thanks to his habit of plucking wild mint as a snack since he lives on rations all the time.

your hands slowly graze up gorou’s body, linking behind his neck as your fingertips brush the ginger hair at the back of his neck and suddenly his tail curls around your waist. for a moment, everything feels okay. you feel safe and even better, you know that gorou is safe despite his dumb - in your opinion - childhood decisions.

© https-heizou 2023.

[wildymoon]

if I hadn't slept at 4am last night and played for 8h today I would do more, here is my recap

(act 2-3 spoilers)

I GOT THE FUCKING LEVELS BUT THE ACHIEVEMENT DIDN'T PROC

on the bright side because Siffrin's at max I get to obliterate everything in sight and that makes fighting funnier

OVER 1000 ERASED SADNESSES. I AM GOD /silly

obliterated the King very easily (forgot I had the bomb too but shhh)

and flames and flood that glitch effect. oh by the stars above. oh wow. YES. but also that was spooky despite me having been spoiled for that

the fact that the smell of burnt sugar was so prominent and yet Siffrin hasn't commented at all on the nostalgie (AND THE TEARS???) smelling sweet is driving me up the wall

adhd moment everything gets a speedrun

ghost jumpscare is very fun, I read through the achievements but seeing one still gives me the urge to just go "WHAT THE FUCK."

Bonbon. is going to make me cry. help they're so cute and they just wanna help and not see their found family get hurt and then shrug it off forever, Siffrin-

this image. by the skies. look at them.

I do not normally actually laugh out loud at my computer when not on voice call. "we have one of those at home" in Mirabelle's hangout got a big laugh out of me. Well played, game <3

poor Odile went on a wile-d goose chase (this pun was a stretch but I Had To)

impatience moment from me but it's easier to manage than the sugar thing

Isabeau trans moment??

this and Mirabelle's hangout make me really want to stream this game to a friend of mine. they may end up crying tho.

urge to murderhobo. but scared. ask multiple sources and places whether it's a loopending thing if I go feral. get no answer. chicken out because the anxiety always wins in this scenario because FAMILY ON THE LINE. this is probably in character tbh

otherwise vibe through loop as normal

temptation. to pineapple. cause completionist and "what does the button do". but I don't wanna upset them. and I'm scared. hhhhhhhhhh

WHAT THE FUCK?

CHANGE GOD??????

change god is an uwu I'm going to explode (it's hilarious but I am lowkey dying here)

ring ring ring ring ring, banana fone!!!!

oh

oh god oh fuck

....

you BITCH /lh

the final snacktime of this run nearly killed me I don't usually cry but this nearly made me tear up. found family really do get me

giving the King a flower may not have been the Smartest idea, but for some ungodly reason it's giving me Hollow Knight vibes and that makes it worth the confusion

I know this isn't the end but new dialogue!!!

ISABEAU YOU CHICKEN. PLEASE. I am too soft to call you a useless gay even in jest but COME ON MAN

welp here we go again

poor Siffrin

uh

oh

FUCK

GUYS????????

I stopped after the loop ended but it feels like a cliffhanger.

MAN. MY BRAIN. I wanna keep going but it's been 8h and now that I have the memory of family there is literally nothing keeping me from going for OP 2 Electric Boogaloo when I get back to playing. and I don't wanna stay up until 4am again.

I don't have to chain fam runs in order to get You Are Loved, right? I mean I probably will but I'm tempted to make Odile suspicious of me and that might fudge it a bit.

[be-my-ally]

Vegas Calling

very short, very sweet but has gotten me out of my writing slump so success! spoiler alert: the plot is heavily inspired by linda’s tale of elvis telling her he’s bought her a unique ring, and then giving it to sheila and buying her a boring tennis bracelet and pretending that was always the intended gift.  but uhhh because this is my fic, and reader is totally, completely, absolutely not based on me, it’s a happier ending.

Loosely based on this prompt: “You will love it” “I will hate it” “Nah, you won’t.” warning: this is unedited.

Reader x elvis 1975 (takes place during the march/april vegas engagement)

wc: 2.4k of a single phone call. let me know if you want a follow-up of reader in vegas!!

@whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @from-memphis-with-love @arrolyn1114 (on this note - I never know who to tag in these little one-shots so let me know if you want to be tagged in future!)

It had been a long ten days already, Elvis had left you behind, asking that you just “let [him] get all settled in, hon, then you can come on out and cheer me up.” You didn’t question it - or question the kind of settling he was expecting would be required. It had been a mere six months since his last residency, and by now it was a pretty smoothly run operation. But then, you were both well aware of what he really meant when he asked someone - or really, you specifically -to not come out to Vegas. It likely meant he’d already requested some sparkly  little two week wonder to join him. But, you knew his schedule better than everyone, and you knew full well that at the moment he didn’t really have time to be messing about with anyone else, or at least, not in any meaningful way. From what he’d been saying he’d been embroiled in rehearsals for the first few days - time he now claims, fed-up, that was wasted - busy even before the twisted schedule of his show routine started. All in all it meant he’d barely had time to chat, and you were desperate for his call tonight when he’d promised he’d have more of a chance to talk - but more of a chance didn’t mean any earlier, after-all he still had to get through two shows before he could relax and the two hour time difference between Vegas and Graceland felt a lot longer at 2 and 4am respectively. 

The phone rings insistently, and you blearily rush to pick it up, unsure how long it had been ringing for while you woke up and panicked that he may hang up if you didn’t get to it fast enough. He’d not been very happy two days earlier when you’d missed his call - his mood swinging from annoyance into being downright teary the following day. You were sure that some other source had been to blame for the extreme emotion, although part of you had hoped it was simply how much he’d loved you, and while you hoped it never got back to him you’d been worried enough about him that you’d called Joe directly to ask him to check in. 

“Hullo Elvis baby,” You breathed down the line, still blinking awake. He breathes a little laugh back at you, fondly, 

“Hey sweetheart,” He pauses, “That how you always answer the phone?” You’re still not fully awake and you can’t think of anything clever to say in response so you have to settle for a simple, 

“Maybe…but… I knew it was you.” 

“Better have - You haven’t been givin’ out my special number have you?” It was indeed, very special, his own little hotline straight to you. 

“No!” you laugh down the phone, 

“Better not - or you’ll be in trou-ble,” he sing-songs it down the line and you giggle back at him, 

“I swear! Hey - how’d the shows go tonight?” He pauses, and you can hear the sound of others in the background, 

“Oh you know. Same as always, nothing to write home about.” He’s never particularly talkative about these shows - not like he can be on tour, but he normally has some funny anecdote about a woman climbing the tables, or a lyric fudged, or even a joke one of the boys made - he’s not normally totally reluctant to share. 

“No?” He doesn’t seem to hear you - distracted, talking to someone else, and you can hear a tittering giggle accompany Joe’s characteristic cackling laugh while you wait for his attention back. You try not to assess it too much or spend any time deliberating who’s wife or girlfriend that might be. You know the others pretend not to know, Joan and Pat and Judy and all the others  all turning a blind eye to their own  husbands’ many indiscretions and pretending to each other there’s nothing to know. But…Elvis could never keep a secret, and you were more looped into the gossip than any of them probably knew - it made it a tad tricky when you had to pretend to the other steady wives and girlfriends, and you had been so proud of being a girls-girl, the type that wouldn’t have put up with hiding this kinda thing before Elvis - but, ultimately, you didn’t believe any of them truly had no idea - or that they weren’t willingly pretending.  And more than anything the potential to be lying in bed, curled up on Elvis’ chest, giggling and gossiping  about the ins & outs of the mafia’s relationships was worth more to you than being friends with any of them. None of this made you feel any better about being confronted with the possibility of Elvis distracted by a different girl. 

“Elvis?” You question again, 

“Uh-huh?” Still distracted,  you don’t know what to say other than, 

“Is now a bad time?” 

“Naw, now  why would you think that?” He sounds a little annoyed, short with you, although at least you now have his full attention. 

“No -no,  no reason. Just wanted to check you could talk.” 

“Wouldn’t have called otherwise, would I?” It feels a little like he’s riling you up, and you can’t tell if it's your sleepy state that makes you quick to annoy or if he really is intentionally trying to be a little mean. 

“Of course not,” You rapidly try to change the subject, “I really miss you.” You weren’t trying to manipulate him, but you can’t pretend it doesn’t please you when you can hear him call out in the background; 

“Go on, yeah, no - no, all of you -go on,  clear on out! I’ll be fine, go on.” You can hear the sounds of the guys all rapidly leaving, and then, finally, there’s a momentary lapse before Elvis picks up his bedroom phone, you can hear him breathe down the line, and a little grunt as you hear the bedcovers rustle about. 

“Go on then yittle, tell me that again,” You squirm under your own covers, his voice just low and deep and rough enough to make your stomach flip. 

“I - I miss you Elvis, I really do, I-I-I  can’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Do ya?” 

“Uh-huh, I do,” There’s not much point now to try and play it cool but still you give it a go, lasting all of five seconds before gushing, “I can’t wait to come out there. I’ve been thinking about it all week, can’t wait to see you again.”

“Oh, ba-by, I can’t wait to have you out here either…” You can hear the smile in his voice, “What do you think about -  when you’re thinking about me?” 

“Oh god,” You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, even though you know it’s just the two of you,

“Go on, honey, you can tell me.” He has to know what he’s doing, emphasizing his accent and tone. 

“Oh Elvis” You hate how breathy and girlish you already sound, but from his fond chuckle he’s agreeable to it and that makes you feel confident enough to keep talking, “Everything, oh, just everything - there’s, there’s just so much to think about…” 

“Well if you hadta pick?” He’s teasing you, but you can hear the affectionate tone in it - he’s digging for compliments more than anything. 

“Oh well, if I had to, I guess… I mean, maybe sometimes I might think about your voice…”

“My voice?” He intentionally lowers it, “You like my voice baby?” and you giggle, fidgeting one foot against the other, rolling the sheets between them. 

“Yeah-huh, your voice, and your…” You try not to be too shy, “your, well, I guess your face,” Elvis laughs, slightly taken aback at the pronouncement.  

“My face?” You can still hear the smile in his voice, and you decide to do the best to make him laugh again. 

“Yeah your cute little face, and, and your cute little butt.” He roars with laughter, 

“Ain’t so little ‘ccording to the reviews.” It’s the kind of comment he means light-heartedly, but one that could turn the conversation dire if you don’t have quite the correct response - and it's a lot harder to reassure him that you like every part of him when you can’t touch and show him just how much. You keep the conversation joking, hoping he’ll laugh it off. 

“Notice you don’t protest the cute.” 

“Well now, honey, I ain’t a liar.” You can hear him shake his head and despite the fact that you’re alone in the room you bury your grin into your pillow, “I miss you too darling girl,” and then almost shyly, “I got you a present today.” 

“A present?” You peek out from the pillow, twisting the cord around your finger, “What kind of present?” 

“You’ll love it, I promise, doll, it’s just gorgeous - it’s the most unique lookin’ ring I’ve ever seen. Got a huge ol’ red stone right there, next to some diamonds - but all twisted and natural like - it looks totally, totally, organic.” 

You feel your tummy flip, he’d promised you similar things before that had never materialized - given away perhaps before you made it to his door, and you’ve not been seeing him long - only a couple of months, and it sounds expensive - probably too expensive. 

“Oh - oh Elvis, it sounds lovely, but that’s, that’s too much - I’ll, I’ll hate it - having to worry about wearin’ it and all that…I’ve never, never had diamonds before and you’ve already given me those earrings - and, and my necklace - I’d hate having to worry about them on my fingers.” 

“Nah you won’t darling, just trust me - it’s lovely - it’ll look lovely on your little soft hands, you’ve got them softest hands I’ve ever felt.” You were about to protest more, but his voice had dipped down, imploring you to listen. 

“Do I?” 

“Uh-huh, lil soft hands that deserve to be treated.” 

“It's just, it’s just a lot E - I really don’t think -” 

“Look why don’t you just wait and see when it gets delivered tomorrow - you’ll be here by then won’t you? You can tell me then.” He’s trying to change the subject, but you still feel guilty, and you just need him to know that you like him for more than just his excessive gifts. 

“Well, ok, but you didn’t have-” Elvis growls, cutting you off, tone sharpening as he speaks. 

“I aint gotta do a damn thing, I’ve not got a gun to my head - if I wanna buy you a thousand rings I will.” You squirm, while you feel uncomfortable at the concept of the sheer dollar amount he’s suggesting he’d spend on you, you can’t deny the little thrill it gives you. “Think I’ve earnt the right to treat whoever I like to whatever I goddamn want.” 

“Of course, I was-“ You try to backtrack. 

“Good, because I picked it out special - couldn’t wait to give it to ya, wanted to give it to my sweet yittle grateful babydoll  - not have to listen to you bitch and moan ‘bout it.” 

“I’m not Elvis…I swear - it sounds,” you give in, sighing “It sounds lovely, I can’t wait.” 

“Uh-huh.” He huffs, 

“I mean it, I promise.”

“Well…you’ll see it tomorrow. I’ll give it to you then…” 

“I really can’t wait… I can’t wait to see it, and I can’t wait to see you - It’s been so hard.” He sighs, 

“I know darling, I shouldn’t have left you behind, all on your own. Wasn’t - it wasn’t fair on you.” He pauses, “You know there wasn’t one damn reason why you couldn’t have come with me.” 

“Oh.” That was a surprise to hear, and you weren’t one hundred percent convinced of the honesty of the statement.  “You don’t, - you don’t have to lie to me, if, if your plans fell through - it’s, it’s okay, I promise.”

“No sweetheart, you’re not listening, don’t,” You can picture him shaking his head, “ don’t make it to be something else - I never made any other plans.” 

“Oh, well, I - next time I’ll come with you right away.” 

“I’d like that.” It’s abrupt and gruff, and you can tell he means it - probably more than he means the babytalk or the gifts. He yawns and you can practically hear his jaw through the phone, reminding you it's late for him, and later for you, although at least you’d had some sleep before the call. 

“Elvis…do you…is there anything you miss about me?” 

“Miss about you?” He questions again, and you can hear him shift lower down the sheets, picturing himself settling against the pillows, phone tucked into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Uh-huh?” 

“Well, well, that’s easy, honey, I-I,” His voice is slowing, and you wonder at what point in the call he took his sleep aid. “I - miss, miss everything about you.” You consider if it’s ridiculous to feel disappointed he doesn’t bother to specify further. 

“Everything?” He snuffles, heavy breathing traveling down the line. “Elvis - everything?” You can tell the question practically wakes him up, 

“Miss, miss your cute little lips, and, and your - god, honey, I miss your, miss your hair.” 

“My hair?!” You can’t help the little screech and Elvis  breathes a little laugh back at you, 

“That’s right, baby, - your hair, I love your hair, it’s just,” He breathes, “It’s just perfect.” You laugh, he must be thinking of his other girlfriend who doesn’t have your wild frizzy mess. 

“Anything else?” 

“Well, I-I,  miss your  legs too, honey,” You make an encouraging hum back to him, closing your own eyes in response to his further slowing speech. “Miss getting to watch you leave a room, you’re so, god you’re so, so pretty baby, miss you so much darling.”  Your thighs squeeze of their own accord, and you know he’s probably too sleepy for it but you figure it’s worth a try. 

“What would you do if I were there? I-I’ll - If, I mean, if you go first, I’ll tell you what I wanna do to you right now.”

��You hope your nerves at your proposition don’t convey over the phone. It doesn’t matter though, since he makes no reply. Tiny snuffling noises straight to your ear. You know it’s wrong to take advantage - since if you’d been footing the bill for it you wouldn’t dream of it but, you also knew he wouldn’t mind - and you’ve missed him beside you so much.  So instead of hanging up you settle the phone against your pillow and  wriggle all the way  down under your covers. Closing your eyes to the sounds of his gentle snoring and sniffs, counting down the hours until you’ll be physically beside him.

[thinkingabthim]

👜👒｡✧⭒˚ ~ Tagpuan

Genre: Angst

King!Steve x Reader

Summary: loving Steve was hard, you tried your best only to realise he only liked the idea of being with someone but not the idea of you.

Word count: 848

Inspired by: the song tagpuan

warnings: swearing, cheating, spoilers from season 1

A/N: hey babes sorry for disappearing I wrote this at 4am so not proof read ty

Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins. Everyone knows him and wants to be with him. But out of all of them, he chose you. Which was surprising because you weren’t anyone special. Just a normal girl who went to school, you didn’t have any features that made you stand out. You were just average.

At first you were convinced he did it because he felt bad, or it was a dare. But once you started actually dating, it felt real. He got you gifts, he let you borrow his sweaters, he showed you off to his friends like a trophy.

It all changed a few days before Will went missing.

He started to hang with you less, instead he hung out with Nancy Wheeler, she’s a smart girl, pretty too. Their friendship never really bothered you, you had close friends with boys like them, and you also didn’t wanna seem possessive.

They were really close, super. He didn’t ask you to come over, he didn’t get you anything, Jesus Christ he even forgot your anniversary. You didn’t mind it though. Maybe he was going through something? Maybe he was busy? Stressed over school maybe?

Maybe he needed space! Bingo, that was your answer, he needed space and you’ll give it to him.

Few days go by, Will goes missing.

So does he. Not missing like gone, but missing from your life. He’s barely there anymore, you guys barely acted like a couple. People thought you broke up and sent you pity stares across the halls.

You were walking through the woods, not really safe since Will went missing and his bike was found from the woods. But you needed fresh air, not outside your house type fresh air, but a night walk in the woods fresh air.

You didn’t know how you ended up in the back of Steve’s house.

There, you saw Steve and Nancy kissing.

You let out a gasp and stumble back, accidentally breaking a stick that makes a loud sound that makes them look outside.

You were hiding near a bush trying to hold in your gasps and tears.

,, are you okay?” you heard a timid voice

You look up to see Jonathan Byers.

,, yeah, just tripped.” You excuse, wiping the tears and snot on your face.

,, are you sure?” He holds out his hand to help you up.

,, yeah” you grab his hand and got up.

,, you’re Y/n right? You date Steve Harrington.” He points out

,, yeah but uh…”

,, I saw too.” he interrupts

,, …”

,, I’m sorry that you had to see that.” he apologized

,, it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.” you looked at the ground.

,, I can walk you home? It’s dark out, and it’s dangerous to go out alone.” He stutters remembering what happened to his brother.

,, uh, sure, I’m sorry about your brother” you walked beside him.

,, Thank you.”

You both smile at each other as you walked in comfortable silence.

It’s been a few days since you saw Steve with Nancy. You obviously felt resentment towards Steve, but never to Nancy, no. You didn’t blame Nancy. And you did kind of understand why Steve cheated on you with Nancy. Nancy was wonderful, but you’d never blame it on her. Girls need to stick together right?

You ignored Steve, instead hung out with Jonathan. Which you enjoyed more. He comforted you, and you comforted him.

One day, Steve came in knocking on your door.

,, hey” he smiles

,, hi”

,, how are you?” He gushed

,, good, I guess” you answer him in a monotone voice.

,, okay what’s wrong with you?” He wondered

,, what’s wrong with me? What the fuck is going on with you Steve?” You swore

,, what do you mean?”

,, what do I mean? Don’t act like you didn’t fuck Nancy Wheeler the other night.” your eyes welling up with tears

,, babe please-“ he tries to grab your arm only for you to push him away

,, please what? What do you have to say for yourself? Steve you could’ve just told me that you didn’t want to anymore. You could’ve just broken it off, you didn’t have to go fuck another girl behind my back.” You argued, all your sadness has evaporated and was now replaced with anger.

,, Y/n, I was drunk please believe me.” He sobbed.

,, drunk? You were drunk Steve? You don’t have to fucking lie to me! I see the sparkle everytime you talk to Nancy Wheeler, I see how you’re interested in anything she says.” Steve stumbles back as you push him.

,, Why have YOU been hanging out with Jonathan Byers.” He asks, obviously trying to pin the blame on you.

,, I started hanging out with him because he was the one who helped me when I saw you with Nancy.” You stressed

,, Y/n-“

,, No Steve. I’m done, I’m done with you, because you are so hard to love. I think you just enjoyed the idea of being with someone, and not the idea of being with me.” You say as you shut the door.

Leaving him speechless standing in front of your house.

[girltalkcollectives]

Why Most Relationships End at Stage 3 (And What Comes After)

Nobody tells you there are five stages of love. Or maybe they do, but we're too caught up in stage one to listen.

Stage 1: Falling in Love

God, isn't this part beautiful? Everything is perfect and new and exciting. The butterflies, the constant texting, the way they can do no wrong. Their jokes are always funny. Their little quirks are adorable. The way they breathe is somehow fascinating.

You stay up until 4AM talking about nothing and everything. Every song on the radio suddenly makes sense. You plan your entire day around the chance of seeing them. Even sitting in silence feels magical.

I remember thinking "this is it." Like I had somehow cracked the code to perfect love. Spoiler alert: I hadn't.

Stage 2: Getting Serious

This is when reality starts to blend with the magic. You're still in love, but now you're also building something. Meeting families. Planning futures. Moving in together. Making joint Netflix accounts (because that's basically marriage in 2024).

You start saying "we" instead of "I." You have inside jokes. You know their coffee order by heart. You can read their moods. You're a team. Or at least, you think you are.

The butterflies might fade a bit, but they're replaced by something deeper. Something real. You're not just in love anymore - you're choosing each other, every day.

Stage 3: What Happened?

And then... something shifts.

Suddenly their quirks aren't cute anymore. The way they chew is annoying. Their jokes aren't funny. The silence isn't comfortable - it's heavy. You start wondering if this is all there is.

This is where most relationships end. Right here. In this messy, uncomfortable space where the fairytale crashes into reality.

Their pedestal starts crumbling. You realize they're human. They make mistakes. They have flaws. They disappoint you. And worst of all? You disappoint them too.

Most people panic here. They think the relationship is broken. They think love is dead. They run.

I did. Multiple times.

But here's the thing about Stage 3 - it's not the end. It's the middle. It's the growing pains. It's the part where real love has a chance to begin.

Stage 4: Climbing Down from the Pedestal

If you're brave enough to stay, if you're willing to do the work, you reach Stage 4. This is where you both climb down from your pedestals and meet in the middle.

You see each other clearly for the first time. Not as perfect beings. Not as disappointments. Just as humans, trying their best.

You learn that love isn't about butterflies or grand gestures. It's about choosing each other, especially when it's hard. It's about seeing someone's flaws and loving them anyway.

Stage 5: Working Together as a Team

This is where real love lives. This is what all those romantic comedies don't show you.

It's not perfect. It's not always exciting. But it's real.

It's working through problems instead of running from them. It's knowing when to fight and when to let go. It's building something together, brick by brick, day by day.

It's understanding that love isn't something that happens to you - it's something you build together.

But here's why most people never make it past Stage 3:

1. We think the end of the honeymoon phase means the end of love

2. We're addicted to the high of Stage 1

3. We don't know how to love real, flawed humans

4. We're scared of doing the work

5. Nobody told us what comes after the fairytale

The truth is, Stages 4 and 5 aren't as glamorous as the first three. They don't make good movies. They don't inspire pop songs.

But they're where real love lives. In the mundane moments. In the hard conversations. In the choice to stay even when it's not perfect.

To anyone stuck in Stage 3: it's okay. It's normal. It's not the end unless you choose it to be.

The most beautiful love stories aren't about perfect people having a perfect romance.

They're about real people choosing each other. Again and again. Through the hard parts. Through the boring parts. Through all of it.

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ok so guys. i love the matrix. i love it so much that i am going to make some headcanons for it (slight spoilers for 3 films below because i haven't watched resurrections):

mouse got his...codename? nickname? chat i nearly said callsign fuck me don't trust me because he literally. would. not. stop. talking. about. cheese. ever.

switch: "dude it's literally not real"

mouse, sobbing in the corner: "it was real to me"

ok well he wouldn't actually do that i think but they definitely ribbed him about it and he maintained that cheese is amazing despite the fact that he would never get to taste it in the real world.

i haven't watched the movie in a hot minute so i can't remember if it was mentioned in canon or not but i hc that morpheus was really reluctant to let tank and dozer join his crew because he'd known them for a pretty long time (not all their lives because he was freed from the matrix but they were homegrown) and didn't want them to get hurt. he'd seen the sentinels and the horrors within the matrix and especially outside and didn't want to endanger them like that, either mentally or physically. (especially the mental part tho because they were naive in a way? in that they were very eager to join the forces and help fight and were slightly ignorant of all the dangers that lurked. morpheus wanted them to stay in zion because if they stayed there they'd keep thinking [at least on some level] that the world was their oyster and that they'd be safe. their worldview would be completely turned upside down and tarnished if they joined up. tank and dozer wanted to do everything they could to help)

and when they got to the nebachu--ok listen it's like 4am and i can't spell that so we'll just call it the nebb. so when they got to the nebb they realized that morpheus was right about everything he'd warned them of. but they stuck around. they stuck around because they were true soldiers.

very few things survived the wars. but some people locked their shit into these like super cool techy impenetrable boxes or something that were later recovered by various ships and taken with the humans to zion. they contained things like photo albums, diaries, articles of clothing, and a lot of other things that really helped them piece together what humanity was like before the wars. there was also a ton of oral storytelling that got transcribed and placed into records of zion so that the humans didn't lose their humanity. they tried to keep whatever shreds they could but they couldn't keep all of it, so they combined it with the new stuff to make a new culture

switch and apoc are definitely close with each other somehow. platonic? sure. fucking? sure. romance? sure. whatever u want. but they are definitely two peas in a pod. (i need to rewatch dang)

what if trinity was like a music student or a journalism person before she was unplugged? i feel like whatever her main interest was during her plugged-in time was something that she missed very dearly upon getting freed. yes she was free and she knew the truth and could make her own decisions but the thing was that even though all that had happened she couldn't help but miss what she had while in the matrix. morpheus told her it was okay to mourn what she had lost and to take whatever time she needed, but to be careful to not let that feeling turn bitter. (because bitterness drives you to abandon the cause, as we saw with cypher)

neo likes strawberry ice cream and when he was little he cuddled with this squishmallow-esque stuffy. it was really squishy and plushy and sometimes he misses it.

cypher took way too much time, missed his old life too much, and abandoned the cause.

agent smith had thoughts that differed from the other agents' and what the matrix aimed to achieve ever since he was created. the ai put them apart to do his job but then looking at humans and everything more closely he reconsidered

mouse often daydreamed about fast food. one time on a mission he actually managed to order some mcdonald's fries at the drive thru and dumped the whole container into his mouth while running from agents. like picture this doofus running down the street, guns blazing, with his mouth stuff full of fries. morpheus was extremely scared when he did that for obvious reasons and explicitly banned food on all future trips.

the place that neo eats his noodles at often serves them with runny yolk (think poached or soft boiled eggs) on top and that's why he loved them so much6