#they allow this mfs 11 seasons!?!?!

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.... yall was talking about Euphoria BUT HAVE YALL MFS SEEN THE FIRST SEASON OF SHAMELESS!?!?

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Power Play // Chapter 11 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, PinV, public adjacent sex, rough sex, minor cnc dynamics, multiple POV, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, aggressive hockey players, possessive male, protective male.

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Sarah's POV

We stepped off the bus in Orlando, just outside the towering ice rink, I could smell the muggy salt of the air and the humidity hit me like a truck. The game wasn't for several more hours, but our team's media and PR representatives were already in full swing, eager to capture crucial pre-game moments of the players entering their new territory before they hit the ice.

I hadn't traveled with the team all that often, opting to stay home for most games. But this time, things were changing. The Otters, a newly formed team in the Orlando area, were in need of more players to help build up their roster, and a new nurse position had opened up. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, even though I hadn't really told anyone about it, except for Jack. I knew my father would likely try to persuade me to stay by his side, which, if I'm being honest, hadn't been so bad lately. But then there was Noah - the complicated, brooding asshole who had been the source of so much tension and unspoken feelings since the season started. Ever since our stolen moment in the supply room, he had become distant, barely looking at me or speaking to me, and his aggression on the ice at the last game had been more intense than I'd seen in a while. Maybe, I thought, this move to a new team, far away from the drama and the complicated situationship, could be the fresh start I needed, the chance to finally find some clarity and peace, away from the emotional turmoil that had been weighing me down.

As I stepped into the bustling entry dock, I took my spot next to Veronica and Ashley, the public relations manager and our social media extraordinaire. The air was electric with anticipation as the players began to file in, each one acutely aware of the watchful eyes and cameras trained upon them. Ashley was animatedly pointing and leaning in close to her assistant, instructing her on the ideal angles and lighting needed for the best social media shots. From what I could overhear, her assistant would be responsible for capturing the still images while Ashley herself moved in to secure high-quality video footage.

The players, who had endured this routine countless times before, entered the dock with a practiced nonchalance. They moved with an effortless grace, spacing themselves evenly and resisting the urge to hurry through the gauntlet of media attention. It was almost comical to watch these towering, broad-shouldered athletes attempt to affect an air of casual indifference, as if tall, handsome men in tailored three-piece suits strolling through a throng of cameras was an everyday occurrence.

Sanchez was the first to catch my eye as he strode in alone, his left hand casually tucked into the pocket of his sleek gray suit. His dark hair was styled back with a liberal application of gel, giving him a polished, sophisticated look, and his face was clean-shaven, allowing his Rolex to take center stage on his wrist. As he passed our little trio, he turned his head slightly, lowering his sunglasses just enough to lock eyes with me before giving a subtle wink and pushing the frames back up his nose. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his blatant display of cockiness - he was the epitome of an athlete who truly believed he owned the team.

Veronica leaned in close, whispering in my ear with the same tone of disgust that I felt, "He thinks he runs the show, doesn't he?" We watched as the rest of the team filed through, each one distinct in their own way. Ruffilo and Pierce walked side-by-side, engrossed in a deep conversation, while Nick's dark hair was neatly tied back in a clean bun, his charcoal suit devoid of a tie. In contrast, Pierce had opted for a periwinkle suit that perfectly complemented his sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

As McClain and Sanders glided past, their shoulders brushing together in perfect sync, I could barely tear my eyes away from the captivating scene unfolding before me. Noah and Karlsson, the dynamic duo, strolled by playfully shoving one another, their pearly white smiles lighting up the room. I had expected Noah to don a classic black suit, perhaps even mirroring Karlsson's ensemble, but the two had decidedly gone above and beyond for their grand entrance. Noah's lithe frame was impeccably fitted in a rich, wine-colored suit, the three buttons fastened neatly as his black shirt peeked out ever-so-slightly at the collar. In contrast, Jolly's dark navy ensemble was left intentionally unbuttoned, the tails of his jacket open as he casually slid his hands into his pockets, forgoing a tie and leaving the top buttons of his shirt undone for a relaxed, effortless look.

Veronica's sultry voice suddenly broke my train of thought, her bottom lip slipping between her perfectly veneered teeth as a cherry red gloss glistened on her lips. "Now that's a media shot," she purred, her gaze fixed intently on the stylishly dressed players. Grateful for the distraction, I quickly reached for my buzzing phone, relieved to see the number for the Otters medical director displayed on the screen.

The sudden interruption provided the perfect excuse to extricate myself from the uncomfortable situation I had found myself in. Hastily excusing myself, I hurried to answer the call, eager to shift my attention elsewhere. To my pleasant surprise, the caller was none other than the medical director for the Otters, the opposing team we were playing against. "Good afternoon, Ms. Brody," the director greeted me warmly. "We noticed the team arrived safe and well, and I was wondering if you might have time to meet with us now, rather than waiting until our originally scheduled 4 o'clock meeting?"

Without hesitation, I eagerly accepted the invitation, practically sprinting towards the locker rooms as I hung up the phone. Weaving my way through the throngs of players, I made my way down the hallway, following the director's detailed instructions to locate the home team's lounge and the conference room where they awaited me.

Just as I was about to reach my destination, I was stopped in my tracks by the familiar voice of Pierce. "Hey, where are you headed in such a hurry?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with curiosity. Caught off guard, I hastily concocted a flimsy excuse about needing to meet with the medical staff to stay up-to-date on the latest care and treatment protocols. The words felt clumsy and unconvincing as they left my lips, and I could see the skepticism etched across Pierce's face. "Okay, well, make sure you take notes," he replied, a hint of teasing in his tone. "We like having you around, wouldn't want to lose you 'cause of an error or anything."

As I watched him rejoin his teammates, a curious mix of emotions washed over me. Pierce's parting words had struck a chord, leaving me feeling unexpectedly touched. It was the first time I had heard any of the players express that they genuinely enjoyed my presence and valued the work I did. In that moment, I found myself reluctant to continue on to the meeting, my previous eagerness replaced by a newfound hesitation and a desire to linger in the warmth of Pierce's unexpected acknowledgment.

I made my way into the conference room, my palms sweating and heart pounding, I couldn't help but feel completely out of my element. I shook hands with each member present, gave my best smile taking a seat across the table from them. Here I was, a highly qualified and experienced nurse, the panel before me was an intimidating one - a group of stern-faced doctors and athletic trainers, all of them seasoned veterans in their fields. I tried to sit up straight and appear confident, but inside I was a bundle of nerves. What did I have to offer? Sure my academic and rotation skills were some of the best in my class, and I recently had some hockey experience. I had spent years honing my skills, earning certifications and accolades, but now all of that felt inadequate as I faced this daunting interview. The head doctor, a broad-shouldered man with a graying beard, began firing questions at me rapid-fire, grilling me on my experience with athletic injuries, my familiarity with the unique demands placed on professional athletes' bodies, and my ability to think quickly and adapt in high-pressure situations. I did my best to respond articulately, highlighting my extensive trauma training and my calm, level-headed approach even in the most chaotic circumstances. But I could see the skepticism in their eyes - these were people who pushed their bodies to the absolute limit every day, and they needed someone who could keep up.

As the interview progressed, I found myself increasingly unsure of my chances. The team trainer, a stern-faced woman with piercing eyes, seemed particularly unimpressed by my answers. I worried that my personal background with the current team's coach would be seen as a weakness, that they would view me as someone who wouldn’t have gotten the job without her father.

As the interview finally concluded, a sense of dread and self-doubt began to creep over me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had utterly botched the entire process, completely failing to showcase my true skills and capabilities. All the confidence I had mustered up beforehand had evaporated, replaced by a crippling insecurity that left me longing to retreat back to the familiar comforts of my team. With heavy steps, I made my way through the bustling locker room, bypassing the lively camaraderie and boisterous music that normally would have lifted my spirits. Instead, I felt isolated and out of place, my sole focus being to reach the small, tucked-away office where my dad and Jack were waiting.

The moment I stepped inside, their eyes immediately locked onto me, and I could feel the flush of embarrassment creeping across my cheeks as my glassy eyes betrayed the inner turmoil I was experiencing. My dad, sensing my distress, reached out with a gentle concern, using the childhood nickname he hadn't uttered in years - "Firefly, what's wrong?" I took a deep, steadying breath, struggling to hold back the sniffles that threatened to escape as I recounted the disastrous interview.

"Daddy, don't get mad, but I thought I would be a good fit for the Otters as their head nurse. I had an interview scheduled for four o'clock, but they moved it up to just forty minutes ago. Daddy, it was brutal - I felt so out of my league, and I'm convinced I didn't answer any of the questions right. I feel like I absolutely fucked it up." The words tumbled out, laced with disappointment and self-doubt that I couldn't quite shake.

As Jack quietly excused himself and retreated from the office, shutting the door behind him, I felt tension settling in the air. My father, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation, gently placed the stack of papers he had been reviewing down on the desk before him. Taking a long, steadying breath, he turned to face me, his gaze conveying a mixture of concern and affection. "Is being here so bad?" he asked, the weight of his words hanging heavily between us.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I struggled to find the right words. "No, daddy, that's not it," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "It's just...I'm an adult now, and I don't want people to think that I only got this job because you're my dad. I don't want them to think that, because you're my father, I can get away with whatever I want." The admission spilled forth, my fears and insecurities laid bare before him.

My father's expression softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Sweetie, I didn't pick you because you were my daughter, although that would be reason enough," he said, as I wiped the tears from my cheek. "I picked you because your skills were exceptional. I've seen your grades, your clinical evaluations, and I've heard nothing but great things from your professors." He held up a hand, silencing my attempt to argue. "And don't even try to tell me they said those things because I'm your father. I had Jack call, and no one knew you were my daughter when we spoke to them."

Stepping around the desk, my father enveloped me in a warm, comforting embrace, his strong arms offering a sense of security and reassurance. "Sweetie, I'm sure you nailed it. If they extend the offer, I advise you to do what you think is best - stay or go. Either way, your daddy is proud of you." His words, spoken with unwavering conviction, soothed the anxieties that had been weighing so heavily on my mind, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my fears slowly dissipating as I basked in the unconditional love and support of my father.

Noah’s POV

The sweat chills my forehead as we battle in the heat of the game, muscles burning with the exertion. My left calf throbs with a sharp ache - sometime in the first half, my leg had stretched out too far as I dove for the puck, the sudden overextension pulling at the tender muscle. But there's no time to nurse the injury, not when the Otters are pressing us so relentlessly. They may be leading us by a mere two points, but their seamless teamwork and razor-sharp communication puts our own disjointed efforts to shame. Our captain seems disinterested in coordinating the team, preferring to simply bark orders and expect us to fall in line without any real guidance. One small fuck up and he's quick to berate us, his face twisted into a snarl behind the bite guard clenched between his teeth. I can see the tension in every line of his body as he carves furious paths across the ice, desperately trying to regain control of the game - a game that seems to be slipping through his fingers despite his best efforts. The Otters may have the advantage in skill and strategy, but our own internal discord could very well be our downfall if we don't find a way to come together as a cohesive unit, and soon.

Players from both teams converge in a frenzied scrum at the end of the ice, their skates carving up the frozen surface as they jostle and shove for position. The Otters' center and his flanking teammates are locked in a desperate search, their eyes scanning the chaos for any opening, any sliver of space they can exploit to get a shot on goal. In the midst of the melee, McClain is zeroed in, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the puck as if it were a venomous rattlesnake coiled at his feet, ready to strike. I try to keep track of the elusive rubber disc, but in the heat of the moment, Sanchez comes barreling through, shoving past me and nearly knocking me off balance and onto the ice. Just as I regain my footing, Jolly glides up behind me, lending a steadying hand and helping me find my edges again as the players crash violently into the boards, all of them clawing and scraping in a fierce battle for possession of the puck.

The deafening roar of the crowd quickly gives way to a stunned, eerie silence as the sickening sound of the violent collision echoes through the packed arena. It's a chaotic blur of bodies and jerseys as the players collide, limbs tangling together in a violent frenzy. Suddenly, fists are flying and a wooden stick is snapped in half, the pieces clattering to the ice as the referees rush in to try to separate the brawling athletes. Teammates frantically scramble to pull their players back, desperate to deescalate the ugly situation.

"Charlie!" one of the Otters players shouts out in anguish over the panicked screams of the crowd, and as the bodies clear, my eyes catch the horrific sight. The fallen center lies motionless on the ice, his limbs twisted at unnatural, sickening angles. A dark, ominous pool of red is spreading beneath his left arm, the crimson liquid contrasting against the white ice. The crowd watches in a stunned, horrified trance, the only sound a hushed, disbelieving whisper escaping my lips: "Fuck."

The scene was nothing short of harrowing, as all eyes remained fixated on the crumpled, motionless figure lying on the frozen surface. In a frantic blur of movement, the medics rushed to him, their swift actions cutting through the eerie stillness that had descended upon the arena. The spectators, gripped by dread, waited with bated breath.

As the officials carefully surveyed the ice, assessing the aftermath of the recent scuffle, one of the referees suddenly caught sight of something that immediately piqued his interest. Peering down, I noticed a faint trail of red leading away from the Otter's center, the faded lines disappearing beneath the skates of my own teammate. Sanchez, unbothered, stood calmly with his stick resting casually on the frozen surface, his eyes locking momentarily with those of the officiating crew. And with a sickening, almost taunting sneer, he turned and began making a beeline straight for the penalty box.

***

"What the fuck was that, Sanchez?" my accusatory question hung in the air, laced with the bitterness of a game that had slipped through our fingers. The injury earlier had been the turning point, the moment where everything unraveled and our hard-fought efforts came crashing down. With their center replaced, the Otters had seized the momentum, and try as we might, we just couldn't regain footing, sinking deeper into the agony of defeat.

“What the fuck was what, Sebastian?” he growled at me.

Following the end of the game the rest of the team, still clad in their sweat-soaked uniforms, confronted him relentlessly, voices raised in a cacophony of outrage.

"You fucking brutalized him!" one teammate shouted, the accusation hanging heavy in the air as Sanchez, freshly showered and changed, met their gaze with a defiant shrug.

"Did you see me brutalize him?" he sneered, shrugging his shoulders as he drawled, “It was an accident.”

"Bullshit!" Pierce screamed from across the locker room unwilling to accept Sanchez's nonchalant dismissal of the incident that had cost them the game. Faces were ready and adrenaline was high, I was about to pull back and sock my fist into his smug face when coach barreled into the room.

"Sit the fuck down, all of you!" he bellowed, his voice booming through the tense silence. Collectively, we scrambled to obey, eyes locked on the coach as we settled onto the bench. Coach's hands twisted and clenched, his eyes bulging with barely-contained fury. "That was some bullshit out there," he spat, his words laced with venom. "You played like thieves, not like a team at all. This is NOT how I trained you."

Nick, unable to hold his tongue, suddenly blurted out, "It's all Sanchez's fault!" The accusation hung in the air, drawing a swift retort from Sanders. "Coach, I think Sanchez should be in trouble for this, not us!" he countered.

But coach would have none of it, his booming voice silencing the bickering. "I don't want to hear the blame game!" he bellowed, his face flushed a deep crimson. Turning his gaze to Sanchez, his expression hardened. "Sanchez, your playing for this season is under review. Pending Owens' injury assessment."

At the mention of Owens, a hush fell over the team, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily. I could barely choke out the words past the rage in my throat. "How is he?" I asked, my voice trembling. Coach’s expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

“At the moment, can't feel his fingers. Sarah and Leo are helping the nursing team with him before sending him to the hospital.” Coach took a deep shaky breath, “I want everyone to shower, pack up and be ready to go. No talking, I want silence. You are all punished, as of this moment you are no longer an NHL team on the way to winning the cup, you are now a rookie team who could learn some manners through discipline.” he stormed away leaving the rest of us sitting in guilt ridden silence. The air in the locker room was thick with tension and unease as we sat in stunned silence, the weight of Coach's words hanging heavily over us.

My heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins, as I stared at the spot where he had stormed out, his booming voice still echoing in my ears. I couldn't believe it - one moment we had been riding high, on the cusp of victory, and the next everything had come crashing down around us. Sanchez gripped his gear bag, tossing it over his shoulder as he left the locker room.

“I hope Sarah and Leo can help him.” Jolly's low, hushed voice carried through the silence.

“She’s good, she’ll figure it out.” My little fox knows her stuff. I had full confidence that she was the one who could uncover the truth. She was sharp, determined, and wouldn't rest until she got to the bottom of this. I knew she had the skills and the drive to dig into Owen's medical report and find the evidence we needed to take down Sanchez.

“We need a new captain.” Nick declared, the team collectively nodding their heads.

“We should take a vote,” Pierce offered “Give it to Coach when we get back to Santa Monica.”

“Sanchez won’t go quietly,” McClain warned.

“We need a solid replacement if we are going to go for that target.”

The debate soured and I drowned out the voices, ignoring it all as we each took our showers. The walk back to the bus, and arriving at the hotel was coated in deadly silence. Jolly and I made it to our room and I tossed my gear off in the corner, Jolly flopped on the bed kicking his shoes off letting them fly across the room. I stared at my bed, hands in my pockets deep in thought. My little fox. I hadn’t seen her, felt her, talked to her in weeks-had I fucked it up? My eyes glanced over at the NDA agreement hidden secretly in my backpack. I didn’t need to read it.

The journey back to the hotel had been cloaked in a stifling silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts and unanswered questions hanging heavy in the air. Reaching the hotel, I tossed my gear aside carelessly, the thud as it hit the floor barely registering. Jolly flung himself onto the bed, kicking off his shoes with a frustrated huff, sending them flying across the room. I stood there, hands jammed deep into my pockets, my gaze fixed on the empty mattress before me. The memory of her - my little fox-lingered, a phantom presence that I hadn't been able to reach in weeks.

Had I truly messed things up this time?

My eyes darted to the backpack where the NDA agreement lay hidden. I had signed it the night I got it. I didn't need to re-read the terms; they were seared into my mind. Now, with Sanchez's unsportsmanlike outburst threatening to bring the relentless media vultures circling our team once more, I knew I would need to rely on that NDA to cover my tracks - and hers. Any hint of scandal, any whisper of impropriety, would no doubt be dredged up and paraded before the world as if our team were some twisted reality TV spectacle. I had to protect myself, had to shield us both from the consequences should our clandestine relationship ever be exposed. That NDA would save me from being fired by the coach, certainly, but it would do nothing to stop him from hating me as her father.

But you know what, I didn’t care anymore.

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there are a lot of fun lil things to catch up and enjoy and shout out so think of this as my lil newsletter of the week :)

been a lot of great discussions on the rest is entertainment recently! a few i recommend: 1) in this ep richard discusses the former (😥) importance of the edinburgh fringe and how the pipeline standup>stage>stardom has completely changed with the popularisation of social media and the instant delivery of topical comedy (loved the vittorio shoutout!); 2) in this recent ep (8:17) richard talks about the integrity and motivations of professional tv quizzers, like those on the chase; and 3) in this another recent ep (20:33) richard passionately criticises the emmys allowing the bear to compete as a comedy series and yet again stands up for out-of-work as well as underappreciated comedy writers

rob beckett & romesh ranganathan are doing promo for the new season of rob & romesh vs, so here is a ridiculous video of them doing "impressions" on ladbible lmao

david mitchell's new series ludwig comes out this week!!! this is a wonderful interview with david + rave reviews are rolling in from the guardian, the radio times, and more

larry dean had a small speaking part in the netflix film this time next year, which is out now!

icymi global superstar, drag artist, and scottish comedian/enne lawrence chaney took over trixie's channel a few weeks ago

GRAHAM NORTON SHOW IS BACK ON FRIDAY!!! 9/27 Lady Gaga, Colin Farrell, Demi Moore, Richard Ayoade, and Jack Savoretti & Miles Kane 10/4 Hugh Grant, Sebastian Stan, Greg Davies, and Neneh Cherry

i know i talked about this last week but just so everything is in one place here are the links for bobby mair's and harriet kemsley's episodes of the divorce podcast

vic reeves recently made a few comments about wanting to get back with bob to do something new 🥹

some new books out! and most of these include book tours — including richard osman in the USA this week!!! tickets here We Solve Murders by Richard Osman Friends of Dorothy by Sandi Toksvig Jokes, Jokes, Jokes by Jenny Eclair Frankie by Graham Norton

speaking of people coming to north america here are a few coming up: 9/5–10/3 Jamali Maddix 10/11–10/27 Sindhu Vee 11/8 Michael & Jack Whitehall 11/9–13 Paul Chowdhry 2025 Romesh Ranganathan, Mo Gilligan (can anyone else believe ben elton went to mf abu dhabi but couldn't make it over to the usa for a show or two 🥲)

david o'doherty has a new podcast out with max rushden called what did you do yesterday?, and the first guests include elis james, lou sanders, alex horne, josh widdicombe, and suzi ruffell

just a reminder that fin taylor is still...fin tayloring over on ig

joe lycett is currently filming a series for sky where he goes to all of the birminghams in the usa LMAO he's giving sneak peeks of his country-wide travels on his social media so check them out hehe

fern brady won big at the sky arts awards :")<3

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RIP to my friend nixie. they stopped watching SPN after season 11. and asked about the finale. i wanted to immortalize what i sent (which includes a recap of seasons 12-15 so they would Understand.) so. read on if you wish, this monstrosity is going under the cut lol

so. in season 12 lucifer possesses the president of the united states (dont worry about it) & impregnates one of the president's staff members who was banging the president behind closed doors, republican Kelly Kline. through a series of events, cas winds up being the Adoptive Father. kid is born, but he had opened a rift to a different alternate universe the show so eloquently named 'apocalypse world'. it is a world where sam & dean were never born. through Another series of events, team free will PLUS mary winchester (yeah shes back from the dead, amara brought her back, dont worry about it lol) & cas tries to kill lucifer. he thinks he did, comes back through , and hes like there for .02 seconds before lucifer pops through & stabs cas. cas dies. mary beats up lucifer with angel brass knuckles or whatever & they fall through the rift & it closes. they are trapped there. at this exact moment, jack kline (kelly kline & lucifer/mr. president's baby) is being born. sam runs into the house to Check On That. dean however, falls to his knees next to cas's body & looks up desperately to the sky. (the cw said Not to read into this. it means Nothing. destiel who?!) also kelly died in child birth. bc spn Hates women.

thats the end of season 12.

season 13, we have jack. he popped out a fully fledged like. 19? 20? 21 year old?? bc his mom said he would have to Grow Up Fast. dean wraps cas's body in a curtain. alone. and is like crying & devastated. the bois and jack burn cas's body & dean looks like he wants to off himself (& he tries to in like. the next episode but Death brings him back). (also sorry im sooo bad at summary lol). we have the Widower Arc where dean bargains with a silent god to bring back cas, but Nothing. and dean is just fucking depressed as all shit. suddenly! cas is back!! BECAUSE jack heard dean yelling at sam about how its jacks fault cas is dead bc when jack was a fetus he showed cas a Vision of how he could bring Paradise On Earth if they allowed him to live (they wanted to kill him bc. like. Spawn Of Satan & all that). so jack uses his Powers™️ & brings cas back from the dead! yay!! a lot of other shit happens & the Empty (which is like. the Entity that encases all the angels & demons when they die, & where cas was when he was dead) Does Not Like that cas escaped. so, it wants to take jack to get back at cas. cas is like 'no fuck off thats my son lets make a deal. take me back instead' & the empty is like 'ok bitch 2 can play that game. i WILL take you. but ONLY when you experience a Moment Of True Happiness™️'. & cas is like 'bet.' bc! hes a depressed mf & figures it would take a Miracle to make him Truly Happy. (pls keep this in mind, its a surprise tool for later). ummm so yeah season 13.

season 14 had like. ANOTHER fucking michael/lucifer arc but it was Stupid. dean said yes to michael like the angels wanted in season fucking 4 & 5. & i dont Totally remember the plot but like. dean has michael trapped in a box in his mind & wants them to?? fucking?? put him in a warded coffin & chunk it in the ocean?? so michael will never hurt the world again?? also--its like. AU michael. and also mary is okay, & we get AU bobby & AU charlie & a lot of shit happens. anyway.

season 15: we get the Divorcr Arc™️!! dean & cas fight!! bc guess what? jack accidentally killed mary!! (yes! she died AGAIN!!) bc! he didnt know how to control his powers! & dean blames cas! so cas Leaves in a big dramatic breakup scene. we also find out that god (aka chuck) has been like. controlling Everything?? & free will Doesnt Exist?? & dean has a crisis & we get cas saying 'dean, you asked what about all of this is real. We Are.' (which we were apparently sooo crazy to read into!!) & also!? chuck brings back ALL the monsters salmon dean ever killed?? and rowena sacrifices herself to save the world! but! dont worry! she is now thenQueen Of Hell™️ & fucking THRIVING! anyway, season progresses, we get purgatory 2.0 and dean & cas are separated & dean lITERALLY GETS DOWN ON HIS OLD MAN KNEES TO PRAY TO CAS AND APOLOGIZE AND SAY HE FORGIVES HIM!! & then. a bit later. chuck starts poofing away Everyone On Earth bc he wants to destroy the multiverse. and also? death wants to kill dean i forget why. oh yeah! i think he stole her Death Book or whatever to try and see how to kill god. anyway. we have episode 15x18. Thee Episode of All Time. it starts with AU charlie and her gf. they are making eggs and vibing and all of a sudden her gf goes Poof. then sams gf Eileen goes Poof. so they round up as many friends as they can & put them in a warded place but they all go Poof. so sam is with the friends when this happens & also jack. and dean & cas have gone to the bunker to Fight Death. and. so. get ready for this. death shows up. she (yeah billie the reaper became death btw. long story) she starts to like. squeeze deans heart to kill him with magic. cas helps dean run through the bunker away from her. they get to the dungeon. death is literally banging on the door which cas had cut his palm to ward with a sigil of his blood with a knife he pulled from deans back pocket. (again: he cut his palm--another Surprise Tool For Later). deans like 'im so sorry man, we should have stayed with sam. shes gonna get in here, and shes gonna kill you, then shes gonna kill me' & cas is like 'well theres one thing strong enough to stop her' & he starts telling dean about the deal he made to save jack (yep, he never told him). and he says 'i always wondered what would break that curse. but i think i know now' & he. he fucking. he starts a speech about how he knows how dean sees himself, as a killer, a monster, daddys blunt instrument driven by anger, just like his enemies see him. BUT cas says dean is Not that. he says dean is 'the most caring man, the most loving man on earth' & deans like freaking out & is like 'why are you telling me all this? why does this sound like a goodbye??' & cas says, crying, but smiling, 'because it is' & then!! cas!! says !! 'i love you' !!!!!!!!! &&&&& death breaks down the door!! && the empty is materializing behind dean! & dean says 'dont do this cas!' & cas grabs deans LEFT SHOULDER WITH HIS BLOODY PALM! & says 'goodbye dean' & shoves him out of the way!! & the empty grabs cas!! && death!! & takes them away!!!!!! && dean is like!! freaking the fuck out sitting on the flooor with tears in his eyes!! && we cut to like. a bit later. hes Still there, crying, head in his hands, as his phone rings on the floor--its sam. end of the world, sam is calling, & he doesnt answer. we end the episode to deans crying. LIKE FUCK!!!!

15x19: they defeat god. jack like. absorbed him?? & he became god?? & then fucked off to do godly duties!? and did Not bring cas back????

(there are Theories that Chuck Won &thats why the next episode is so fucked and i Have To Agree)

15x20: okok. i fucking HATE THIS FUCKINGEPISDORNFMDNFNDNFNDBDND

anyway. so. cas is Not in the episode. at All. we have sam & dean? driving??? & there are like at LEAST 2 very Bad montages of random scenes that dont even make sense. sam & dean go to a pie eating festival. sam shoves pie in deans face. they Thengo on a case. its vampires. theres a vamp from like. season 2?? who was a minor charachter?? but they brought her back?? why??? idk. and. so. dean gets impaled on a rusty rebar nail during the fight scene in thr barn. he gives sam a long ass speech. they ?? touch foreheads for some reason??? && dean wont let sam get help??? & sam is like 'if cas were here...' & deans like 'yeah well he isnt.' like??? && then deAN FUCKING DIES??? && GOES TO HEAVEN??? && BOBBY IS THERE??? AND APPARENLY FUCKING ABUSIVE ASS JOHN LIVES DOWN THE ROAD??? && dean asks bobby 'so jack did all this?' (as in revamping heaven so people can be all together instead of separate like it used to be) & bobbys like 'well, cas helped' & then dean smiles, then goes?? & rides his car!?? bc his car is in heaven????? && we just see him driving interspersed with clips of sam on earth, burning deans body, and grieving dean, and later sam gets a blurry wife, we dont see who she is, and he has a son?? and he named him dean!? whixh we know bc the kid has on overalls that say 'dean' on them??? & then sam gets old and sits in the impala & cries while wearing a wig that looks like its from fucking party city?? then sam is on his death bed and his son is there?? && theres all these pictures around him of himsefl and dean & mary & john but?? no wife!? ans also!!? noone else like their friends?? & then sam dies & carry on my wayward son plays for like the second time in the episode. and we see dean on a bridge in heaven, he finally stopped driving & is staring off into the distance. and then he hears something behind him & smiles & we all thought 'CAS???' but NO its fuckingSAM somehow young again like whendean died?? & theylike. hug. and then it pans out & all the cast & crew are there?? and they say thank you to us for watching?? and then ?? its over?????? like Awhta thWHAT THE FUCK

[thegoldenuzi]

I’m slowing watching shows that I’ve never seen and I’ve finally finished Shameless…

I almost DNFed this show because of one character. I never thought I would hate a character as much as I hated Tara but she has been replaced. Lip Gallagher is one of the worst characters I’ve ever seen. Like my blood was boiling for the whole 2nd half of the show. He was cool up until college. The girls he dated were cute, kinda bitchy. No big deal. Then he turned into the most egotistical selfish asshole ever and started dating the bitchiest most hard to look at women ever. And then they would treat him like shit and he would follow them like a little puppy, then go home and take his anger out on his family who had their own problems they were dealing with. He didn’t really have actual problems, he drank and then focused on other peoples issues (not his family) and then made that the center of his focus. Instead of helping his actual family he helped those bitchy ungrateful women who just used him and walked all over him then came home lashed out at his siblings and then acted like he was the boss even though he was nowhere present the entire time.

Literally I had a migraine trying to get through season 11. I hated Tami so much because she’s equally as selfish but she ended up staying with the Gallaghers for a bit even though she didn’t want to, agreed to stay in a trailer and keep the baby because of him and even agreed to live in that shitty house on the south side because of him. So when that house got sold instead of Lip getting a job and staying with her family until they could afford a house, this selfish mf decided he wanted to sell his family home basically kicking everyone out, knowing it’s hard to find a place to live and they can’t afford to each find their own homes. He did all this simply because him and Tami funny looking ass needed the money to buy their own house. How incredibly selfish. Mind you the whole reason he wanted the house on the south side is so his kid can live near family. But when Debbie said she wanted to keep the house so Franny can have family, he told her to get over it basically. Just so he could get her way. And then he let Tami disrespect Debbie and then called her a shitty mom knowing how hard Debbie works to keep the family above water now that Fiona was gone. He treated Fiona like shit too after she raised his selfish ass along with all of her siblings. He was never hard on any of his other siblings just the girls. But somehow allows Tami to boss him around. I was begging for this show to end. Everyone else progressed and worked hard and all Lip did was get increasingly more annoying. Even Frank didn’t piss me off that bad. I wanted to crawl out my mf skin. No show or character in history has ever made me this angry. Honorable mentions for most irritating characters Sierra, Tami, and Cami. All of these actors did an amazing job because they genuinely pissed me off 4L.

On a lighter note I loved Kev and V. Fiona deserved better. Debbie deserved better. I’m happy for Ian and Mickey. Liam especially deserved better. I’m proud of Carl. And honestly I did tear up a bit when Frank started to lose his memory and take a turn for the worst. 100% will not be rewatching.

[jennifersminds]

hey libra! (it's libra right??) i already loved your elejah abortion fic but now that i've watched s4 and have context of the whole Cure nonsense that everyone was fighting over... like it's an even better fic now you did such a good job <3

if i didn't know better and expected anything from the vd writers i'd actually have thought the cure was just a metaphor for abortion and elena & rebekah's struggles was the metaphor for abortion rights lol. either way s4 is actually so chillingly relevant to 2022 society because it was literally so many episodes of just women being constantly stripped of agency and denied a choice by male characters :/ like at least elijah's motivations were pure even tho i disliked that he got to make the decision for a grown woman and "test" her... and klaus would have been genuinely inconvenienced by silas's manipulation and abuse if rebekah had been given the cure so i guess that's like, semi okay? (but also he was always selfish and mean when it came to rebekah regardless of whether he experienced harm to his well being or not)... and the salvatores were just awful lol like that torture ep made me so uncomfortable especially how elena seemed fine after having just experienced hours of abuse from her exboyfriends

anyways sorry for word vomiting but i love your writing and keep up the good work!

I adore word vomit thank you, allow me to spew my own lmao

(my names Charlotte btw, libra's my star sign but it was the first thing in my bio for ages so it's an easy mistake to make x)

My animosity towards the cure is unmatched, not just because I hate it as a concept and everything it turned the characters into but also because, like that fuckin little AI mf from t100 it refused to exit the show with any grace.

I'm currently working on storyboarding more of what did you bury? (my love letter to no humanity Elena + American Gothic) and there’s just so much wrong with s4 it’s honestly hard to know where to begin. The torture episode is horrifying for so many reasons but it also provides one of the most interesting and heartbreaking looks into Elena’s psych because it lets us actually see her rage at the Salvatore’s and honestly might be the last sighting of in- character Elena Gilbert we ever get.   

Like people can disagree if they want but as far as I’m concerned anything an emotionless vampire says is the truth (at least their truth) they have no humanity, no care and no reason to lie. This is especially true for Elena in the torture ep, and it’s awful. 

Plus what it reveals for the salv bros, both of them use this torture as an outlet for the frustration Elena’s caused them since she was forced- by them- to turn off her humanity (I mean, we been knew they were abusive but this is definitely the most outright moment). Also like- Caroline, Bonnie, Matt are just... fine with this. Like yeah Caroline leaves because she doesn’t wanna hear it but no one makes any move to stop it or question if this is really the way to go. (Bonnie get’s a pass here bc she’s being mind controlled and Elena ripped her throat open but- everyone else...)

The actual scene of her turning it back in is genuinely the most upsetting in the show to me. It’s like every subtle manipulation and mistreatment from the first four seasons turned up to 11 and its disgusting. Just seeing her, this fuckin eighteen year old girl that has lost everything, lose the last remaining thread to her childhood, to her life before the salvatores arrived. And the way she just shatters while they watch- this moment that’s horrifying and awful and they won’t ever let her go and she knows this and it means nothing to them. It’s just a tactic, something she’ll get over because she has no choice but too.

I hate it. (this hate being what made me write plastic crown in the first place lmao)

But yeah the whole things gross and this didn’t really build off your point even though I completely agree. 

As for the Elijah/Rebekah/Klaus aspect, I do find the test situation to be more about Elijah insuring Rebekah is actually prepared for what taking the cure would mean. Still a bit icky and codependent but it’s the Mikaelsons so I don’t expect much else. I do love the energy of 

Klaus: I’m being tormented !! Elijah: Sounds like a you problem bestie, I need to pose and go daydream of making out with emotionless doppelgängers ttyl xx

like yess king, give us (the plot) nothing !

[rstarsims3]

SANTALBA - Sims 3 custom world - DOWNLOAD

REVISION I - December, 2021

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- fixed the resort glitching and other improvements on existing lots;

- added some world decor and more vegetation;

- additional sailboats effects + recolor of said effect (included in the world file)

- additional lots / now the count is as follows:

27 residential lots = 16 regular lots, 3 houseboats & 8 empty lots;

28 community lots (11 rabbitholes-all base game careers;1 base camp; 3 diving spots;1 resort;1 public pool;1 fishing spot;1 gym; 1 nectary & orchard; 2 beaches; 5 ports) + 2 new lots (see bellow)

-  the world still requires only WA & IP, yet:

There’s now a festival grounds lot available for download. The base game version of the park is already placed in the world (Panigyri Park-tagged as small park). You’ll need to bulldoze it and place the Seasons version - Panigyri Park (Festival Grounds) in its place.

Agapi Park - a wedding venue that requires Generations and needs to be placed after you’ve changed the tag of the lot from Residential to Community-Small Park.

- cleaned up the global layer;

- the other details (listed in the original post) remain unchanged. Check it out for more info and pictures.

- everything has already been tested, but let me know if you find any issues;

- the world is available now as both sims3pack and world files. I recommend installing the world file.

- the 2 lots come as packages and must be placed in the Library folder. The archives contain pictures with their placement in the world. Also, you’ll find pics of the new lots at the end of this post.

- please, don’t play an old save even though the game will allow it. Start a new game instead.

That’s about it.

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* Thanks to Mcbling Core on YouTube for letting me know about the resort glitching, which gave me the opportunity to revisit this world.

!!! GET THE NRAAS TEMPEST PPESET made by the awesome @pudding-parade​​ for Santalba HERE !!!

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Tag me  #rstarsims3 or @rstarsims3

Enjoy & Happy Simming!  🤗

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TOU 🔊 Do not re-upload, or claim as your own. Do not put it anywhere up for download and don’t add adfly to my links.

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[caffiine]

A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS.  I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom  for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn’t in the having it’s simply in being”  but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back. 

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

 PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you. 

[dietgaymags]

A definitive ranking of DWTS Season 29′s celebrities thus far

So I'm obsessed with Dancing with the Stars as much as the next guy. I’ve seen every season since number 11, when I was like 9 years old. But I dropped off a few seasons ago, disappointed that they really had the nerve to put the legend Lindsey Stirling on the same season as the other legend Jordan Fisher. That was not fair to anyone, because Lindsey would have wiped the floor in literally any other season. 

But Season 29′s cast was released and I got excited again. About 80% of these names I was not only familiar with, but were people I enjoyed for some reason or another. Skai Jackson, Nelly, Johnny Weir, AJ McLean, Nev Schulman, Carole Baskin, Justina Machado, Monica Aldama, and the list just goes on. They really said “we need to get young people back into the show.” And they did. I was hooked. And though Len is gone and Carrie Ann is going some sort of which way with her votes (we don’t talk about it), I’ve watched every episode with bright eyes and so much excitement. We have some good dancers this season. And some bad ones. But mostly good. So here’s my definitive ranking of this season’s stars (and, by extension, pros). And if you don’t agree, that’s fine. I am simply a nineteen-year-old girl who likes to watch ballroom dancing. 

NUMBER 15: CAROLE MF BASKIN AND PASHA PASHKOV

Besides the moral obligations to not allow a murderer to appear on the show, I think DWTS did a good job trying to rope people in by bringing her on. When the cast list was released, my jaw dropped because I knew she was going home first and I wanted to be there to see it. 

And somehow, she did not... go home first? She made it another episode? While I’m sure it was a ploy to keep people interested in the show so they didn’t watch the premiere and drop off, Carole Baskin is sure to go down in DWTS history as one of the worst competitors. Her highest score was a 16, sure, but her lowest was an 11. We’re treading Master P territory. And I had a full traumatic episode watching her in a lion-esque unitard. Fuck, I needed to bleach every orifice on my body. (Overall Rating: 1 dead husband/10)

NUMBER 14: CHARLES OAKLEY & EMMA SLATER

You cannot tell me this man isn’t having the most fun he’s had in a minute. He was another easy-to-spot early elimination, but I actually enjoyed watching him to some degree. Emma danced circles around him, but you could really tell he was trying his damnedest and I appreciate it. And his performances didn’t strike cold, dead fear into my heart like other people.

He also got the same average score as Carole over the first two episodes, but one of those was NOT an 11. Slightly better, imo, just a little less improvement than Carole---which is why Derek booted him in the first place. (Overall rating: 1.5 left feet/10)

NUMBER 13: JESSE METCALFE AND SHARNA BURGESS

Did they---did they ever dance? I literally don’t remember anything other than that Newsies dance, which I have to say I particularly enjoyed. It might be because I like Newsies. It might be because Sharna’s hair is gorgeous this season. I don’t know, but it probably wasn’t because of Jesse’s dancing. 

That’s literally all I have to say. (Overall rating: 2 confused braincells/10)

NUMBER 12: CHRISHELL STAUSE AND GLEB SAVCHENKO 

WOAH, she’s coming in with the hot takes! Chrishell hasn’t even been eliminated yet! And look, it’s not even Chrishell’s fault that she’s so low on the list. It really isn’t. She’s been performing, well, okay thus far. Not great, considering her highest score was a 26 on a Paso double where she literally did not even dance (look, I’m not a judge, but I would’ve given it a 21 MAYBE). She’s trying, and she seems to be really enjoying it; I absolutely adore her energy. But most of the issue here is attributed to her partner, Gleb.

His choreography is just... I don’t know... lazy. He throws himself around like a god among men and Chrishell is just there. I don’t really appreciate the pros who prefer to dance over their partners instead of with them. I don’t understand why he thinks this method will get him a mirrorball, but it’s just not gonna happen. (Overall rating: 2 measures of actual dancing/10)

NUMBER 11: ANNE HECHE AND KEO MOTSEPE

Look how happy they look! No, but seriously, they didn’t do that bad. They just had a bad week. Week 2, they had a higher average score than SIX other couples on the show, and they left with a score of 21. I legitimately think that their Disney night dance was underscored. Sure, it wasn’t wonderful, but it didn’t deserve a fifteen.

I know they had no chance to win the mirrorball, but Keo has a history of being stuck with less-than-stellar partners. Anne was not a bad match; they just had bad luck and better competition. I did love watching them, though. And Keo is beautiful, but need I say more? (Overall rating: 3.5 early elims/10)

NUMBER 10: VERNON DAVIS AND PETA MURGATROYD CHMERKOVSKIY

I honestly haven’t enjoyed Peta’s choreography since Season 22, when she and Nyle DiMarco ate up the dance floor and left not a single crumb. She and Peta were another pair where I was like, “Wait, who got eliminated? They’re still here?” The judges were right in saying Vernon had a lot of energy on stage, and look at him here. He’s big cheesin’.

They kind of existed for me is all I have to say. The only reason they’re ranked higher than Anne and Keo is because their average score was just overall better. They never scored extremely well, with their highest score being a 22, but they never did too horribly either. They were meh. (Overall rating: 4 touchdowns/10)

NUMBER 9: NELLY AND DANIELLA KARAGACH

Another hot take? Yes. I can never tell whether or not Nelly enjoys being here until he actually dances. During rehearsal, confessionals, critiques, he always looks a little embarrassed or nervous? I’m not sure. But just like Vernon and Peta, all of their dances have been kind of meh. 

That’s not to put Daniella down in any sense. It’s her first season as a pro, and her abilities definitely shine through in her performance. But like I said about Gleb earlier, she has a tendency to dance over Nelly at times (see: the Freddy Krueger dance from last week). I don’t see Nelly living up to the standards the judges say he’s lived up to thus far, but that might just be my personal opinion. (Overall rating: 5 heeled sneakers/10)

NUMBER 8: MONICA ALDAMA AND VALENTIN CHMERKOVSKIY

Another surprisingly hot take. I actually really enjoyed each of Monica’s dances this season, especially since she’s someone with essentially zero dance experience. I’m still very pissy that the Ratched dance sent her home---it was one of my favorite dances of the night, and I have no clue why she only got a 22 for it (especially when Chrishell and Gleb got a 26). 

Val has always been someone on the show who can take a non-dancer and genuinely make them better. This is the case with Monica. We saw so much improvement with her over the weeks. We’re getting to the part of the list where I love all of the dancers. Still, Monica and Jeannie should not have been the bottom 2 last week, but in the case between the two, it’s right that Monica was eliminated. Still, I would have loved to see her next week. (Overall rating: 6 cheer pyramids/10)

NUMBER 7: SKAI JACKSON AND ALAN BERSTEN

Sure, she got the first 10 of the season. Sure, the Chucky dance was kind of spectacular. But she’s also had the lowest score for two out of seven weeks so far. She has yet to be in the bottom, but I’m sure that’s the fans working for her. I can’t deny her talent on the dance floor, but I would argue that objectively, Skai has made the most mistakes out of everyone this season.

She’s been remarkably inconsistent over the course of the season, but when she’s good, she’s really, really good. She was my pick to win when the cast was released, but now I don’t see that happening unless the fans really come to vote on her, which I think they will. But there is no excuse for an 18 on Week 6. She can do better. I know she can. But until then, she stays in the middle of my list. (Overall rating: 6 Ms. Kiplings/10)

NUMBER 6: JEANNIE MAI AND BRANDON ARMSTRONG

To be completely honest, I had Jeannie Mai pegged as an early elimination from Week 1. But she and Brandon continue to astound me as a team. I love every single one of their dances, sad that they’ve been consistently underscored. That Hannibal Lecter paso was stunning, and the Up dance on Disney night made me tear up a little. 

They’re not higher for the sole reason that others are just better. Not because I don’t love what they put out on the stage every week, but Jeannie just isn’t the strongest technically. Until they get eliminated, though, I’ll be watching with bated breath. (Overall rating: 7 hole-in-ones/10)

NUMBER 5: KAITLYN BRISTOWE AND ARTEM CHIGVENTSEV

Do I just not see what everyone else is seeing when they’re obsessing over Kaitlyn Bristowe? I mean, everything she’s done so far has been wonderful, but she’s not my favorite. Technically, it’s on point 85% of the time. and she has the second-highest point total so far in the competition, but she has yet to do a dance where I step back and think, “Wow.” That’s what puts her behind the top four.

I did not like the Cruella DeVille paso doble at all last week, but I think that was attributed to the song choice more than anything else. I have yet to be taken aback by Kaitlyn and Artem, but their work is undeniably, objectively some of the best on the show. (Overall rating: 7 roses/10)

NUMBER 4: AJ MCLEAN AND CHERYL BURKE

Now we’re at the spot on the list where if any of these guys win the mirrorball, I will be satisfied. Something about AJ is simply magnetic. He has such a kind disposition and wonderful talent on the dance floor, it’s so hard not to love him. His samba is one of my favorite dances on this season so far, and I’m genuinely concerned that he’s been underscored this whole time. 

Cheryl is a mf VETERAN at this, too. She knows how to teach this man to destroy a dance floor. The energy he brings, the life he brings, the nasty footwork that he DEMOLISHES. I did not expect to love AJ as much as I do. In my opinion, the most improvement we’ve seen in a star this season. (Overall: 8.5 backstreets/10)

NUMBER 3: JUSTINA MACHADO AND SASHA FARBER

Justina is living proof that you don’t have to be as big around as my pinky finger to do ballroom dancing well. She’s easily the best female star this season, and Sasha has accentuated her talents on the dance floor without overpowering her, which I enjoy. On top of that, she looks so happy to be here, which translates heavily into her dancing. 

I will say, not every dance from her has been my favorite, but there hasn’t been a single dance out of her that I haven’t liked. Her presence is so powerful and destructive that everyone needs to watch their backs. Remember, this is a sitcom mom, not a professional dancer. (Overall rating: 8.5 days at a time/10)

NUMBER 2: JOHNNY WEIR AND BRITT STEWART

I am a firm believer that Johnny and Britt should have gotten a perfect 30 on their contemporary back in Week 5. I am also a firm believer that they should have gotten a perfect 30 on their Viennese waltz last week. I am consistently blown away by Britt’s choreography every single week, and their chemistry as a pair is unlike anyone I’ve seen in the show’s history. 

What I like about them so much is how much of a team they are. That really makes so much difference out on the dance floor. Their grace and style is completely unmatched, and as a first season pro, Britt is destroying some of the pros who have been here for years... Gleb. I can’t wait to see their performances every single week, and I hope they continue to dance together somehow even after the show is over. (Overall rating: 9.9 triple axels/10)

NUMBER 1: NEV SCHULMAN AND JENNA JOHNSON CHMERKOVSKIY

Hey, quick question: did you expect this? Because I definitely didn’t. Catfish has always been my guilty pleasure show to watch when I’m bored and lonely, and Nev has always been this super dorky guy, so when they announced the cast list, I was like “Oh, this is gonna be funny as hell.” Because it could only go one of two ways: 1) Nev fumbles around like a dork and goes home pretty early, or 2) he wins the mirrorball. 

APPARENTLY it’s the latter. Nev surprised me, and I think everyone, with his natural talent, and Jenna is heavily playing off that in her choreography. She’s been giving him very difficult, technical work and he’s has continued to astound. With the first 30 of the season rightfully deserved, Nev is a force to be reckoned with. Like I’ve said earlier, some of the pros like to dance over their partners to hide their weaknesses. I would go so far as to argue Jenna lets him dance over her. Together, they’re an absolute wildfire, and if they continue at this pace, consider the competition already won. (Overall rating: 10 chest hairs/10)

[keystonewarrior]

Motherland Fort Salem

Just some observations, questions, fuzzy notions

1. Fantasy map has twenty nine states and the Cession, fantasy CGI flag has thirty pentacles*, all the live action flags are fifty star flags

2. Why is all the tech old? Box TVs, HMMWVs came out in the 80s, haven't seen a cell phone

3. Why is it the smallest witchdraft in years? Too many dodgers? Too many dispensations? Not enough momma witches having baby witches?

4. If Alder dies, does the Accord die with her?

5. Raelle's mom was Willa Collar, who was V. Collar? Raelle never mentions an aunt.

6. Can witches create a vacuum? Great way to defuse a popper, it busts but the sound goes nowhere in the vacuum, would render an adversary unconscious too

7. When Raelle met Scylla, I don't think she was playing hooky as much as being drawn away from an elementary exercise to a weapons range where real power was being exercised - it hints at her real power

8. I hope they never come up with a hokey stupid story about Raelle's scar, just leave it undiscussed

9. Writers could have done more with the Demerits bit, as well as employing Attagirls for good stuff

10. Raelle's momletters, when I was a new dad I wrote letters to my kid(s) up until about the time I became a single dad, they're still in a box, the kids can have them when I'm dead or when they have kiddos of their own

11. "Live a little" says the necro

12. Alder calls the Spree "agents of the end" akin to the true believers we must contend with in the likes of Pence

13. "Inability to vocalize can render a soldier powerless" was where I first imagined using a vacuum, but the writers went with a tech-response to cancel the sounds the witches make and gave the camarella (sp?) The dunelike weirding modules in Ep10

14. A draftee military is a mistake, ideologues and draft dodgers don't want to he there (re: Carlin and Hendrix) they become morale-sapping malcontents, a poison to unit cohesion and tend to get people killed.

15. Scylla says "I've been burned before" yeah, we've seen it, remember kids - do not do self harm, we love you and want you to come to us and ask for help and keep asking until you get it (don't join terrorist organizations either**)

16. Witches hollering at the witch boys reminded me of when I was at BCT and 1SG Hurley's daughter and a friend showed up in daisy dukes and bikini tops and the company got smoked for whistling and hollering (I missed all that, I had KP that day)

17. Hags at the Hague, seems appropriate, still rather disappointed there are male witches at all

18. Reveille, the Army magazine, it would make a fun fan magazine

18. Scylla's room is 243, my old battalion was 2/43

19. The Spree plan hinged on a kid who was defiant and showed initiative (like crashing a party) - that kind of person tends to make their own decisions (like not handing their love over from one master to another master) - so it should not have come as a shock to the Spree when Scylls defied them

20. "...or your future is bleak..." is not the kind of thing that inspires a great deal of faith in leadership.

21. When Adil and Khalida show up at the Army OP, why wasn't there a gate guard?

23. How will Tally's role among the Biddies affect Alder, since she knows (and disapproves) that Alder lied and puppeted President Wade "no more secrets" Tally said

24. "The Spree protect their own, we are nothing like you" says Scylla under duress, but I fear she may find she is expendable

25. Why did Scylla go back to the Spree? What happened to the defiant initiative taker? What will Quartermain do know that she knows of one of the safehouses? Did Quartermain leave a suggestion in Scylla's mind to go back to them?

26. Witch soldiers are strong because they allow themselves to feel pain and express emotions like sadness - they ought to be able to avoid a lot of the pitfalls common to male toxicity

27. Great people do not prey upon the weak, great people protect the weak and help them to grow strong

28. When one side says to you "now is the time you stop being complicit in their evil" and then immediately hand you a weapon of mass destruction so you can go and commit an act of evil is when you stop being complicit and begin to actively collude

29. Tarim fear capture of their songs by govts and armies, what about corporations (I hope nobody fears govt but then thinks corporations are okay) ostensibly, a liberal democracy is accountable to the people but a corporation is accountable to nobody

30. How tightly the Tarim must control every aspect of every individual's life to prevent one strong willed individualist from selling out their songs

31. Did the Swythe family own the Bellweathers?

32. I like some of the music, I really liked the dance scene at Beltane, I wish more guys had worn kilts, it'd be nice if MFS could afford Bear McReary to do some of the music

33. Can we shoot season two in more colors than yellow and brown? Is this done to contrast with the blue of Raelle+Scylla scenes?

34. Do Army witches get to retire? Is there a troops to teachers program? Are there Navy witches?

35. I'd like to see a little more development of the foreign witches, especially General Sharma (maybe that wasn't her name)

36. Old Box TVs, the day room, one TV and all the soldiers had to share

37. WADE 2020!

[rainstormfes]

*SPOILERS* for Oregairu S3 ep 11 ahead.

YOUVE BEEN WARNED, ANOTHER RANT UNDER THE CUT OMGGGGG

THE CONFESSION HAS FINALLY MF HAPPENED AFTER 2 SEASONS AND 11 EPISODES FRICK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

i am literally so happy, ofc it had to happen this ep bc what else was left for hachiman to do? the road to the confession was done absolutely perfectly.

Like first of all he was basically driven into a corner by haruno and sensei (sensei ofc was way better at doing that lol) in the case that he needed to communicate his feelings

her words were way nicer than haruno’s, tho hachiman i guess related to haruno more, but sensei was able to get him to realize that not everything had to be used in one word, tho of course what he was feeling in particular could be summed up in that one word ‘スキ’ which is definitely difficult to use sometimes but still he had to know he was feeling that

BUT OH GOSH THE NEXT STEP ON THE ROAD TO HIS CONFESSION

OH POOR YUI ma girl has put up such an amazing fight this entire season even tho she knew from the start that yukino liked him and that hachiman tried so much to help yukino out with the prom stuff (which obvi showed that he’d do anything for yukino) but this ^^^^ right there hurt. I’m glad that hachiman finally talked to yui about it (tho not directly) and her own wish as well. Like my gosh i love and hate this scene so much cause then it’s just followed up by:

that word being ‘スキ’ again. grateful for gahamama being there like she appeared out of nowhere and already seemed to have known what had went down.

NOW FOR MY FAVORITE MF SCENE

BROOOOOO HE WAS NOT GONNA ALLOW HER TO RUN AND HE FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE TO MAKE SURE THAT SHE DID NOT

not to mention the essay of a confession that he said for i think like 5 mins???

THIS MF CONFESSION IS SO WELL DESERVED LIKE FINALLLYYYYYYYY

the way that everything played out was wonderful. so well written, I fricking loved every second of it. And despite this being a very unorthodox confession compared to many many many romance anime, this one felt the most satisfying. ITS TWO ANTISOCIAL FRIENDS, MIGHT I ADD, TRYING TO COMMUNICATE THEIR FEELINGS TO ONE ANOTHER AND ACTUALLY GETTING THE MESSAGE ACROSS THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER and i honestly found the whole thing so cute. 

anyway yes i am super frickin satisfied with how everything turned out and am so excited for the next and final episode of the season and the series 😊

[fyrapartnersearch]

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𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉…


haha ^^


To all the curious ladies and gents out here, you may call me Imp.

Short, sweet and straight to the point. ;)


I am a lady in her twenties, with a strong penchant for roleplaying, writing, and drawing. The Holy Trinity if you will. I am a huge nerd and aesthetic lover boy - plain and simple. One of my main passions being video-games, illustrations, comics, live-action films, series and anime/cartoon shows, elements that shaped me during my years of growing up.



It’s been a while since I’ve posted my first ever ad on any website, and I was very much positively surprised by the amazing people that have reached out to me.

And since I am a greedy little mf, I wanted to fish for more partners. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and gradually gathered a good amount of experience throughout the years, but it’s always fun to meet and learn something new.




Name: Imp



Age: 27 years



Experience: 11 years



Preferences: 1:1 Roleplaying



Partner: Should be at least [18+], but I rather much prefer my counterpart to be 21 years or older 



EMAIL: impish.and.angelic@gmail.com

I am a very creative sort of individual with hundreds of ideas constantly occupying my little impish head. And I am very spontaneous too, so I can always adjust to a new setting, depending on how good and compelling the concept is.

Inspirations come from various sources and origins, be it a fandom (an already existing universe) or an original storyline. Please read through these paragraphs carefully before you decide to contact me! It’s important to avoid any misunderstanding later! And I would less likely respond to a message with the title ‘Hey, wanna rp?’, since I hadn’t had any good experiences with these said messages.  Thank you. 


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Communication: It’s certainly chill. You can talk to me about whatever occupies your mind since I am very open and always happy to listen to others. I also tend to be chatty, sharing a meme or a joke every now and to loosen up the mood. If you consider choosing me as your roleplaying partner, be sure to maintain a certain consistency. I have nothing against going on a longer break or even a hiatus, but the whole `ghosting stick´ is something I have no patience for. So if you’re unsure of upholding a stable, long term partnership, feel free to skim past this ad. 

 Plotting: Also very important to note! I am fairly quick when it comes to building new characters, concepts, premises, storylines, backstories, etc… This means there is certain flexibility available which allows me to adjust. Even though it is a hobby, I am still extremely passionate about good storytelling and interesting character arcs. I hope to meet someone who is just as enthusiastic and willing to put in the same amount of effort as I am. If it’s only me who’s pulling all the weight, I will lose interest fast, just to get it out there. Aside from that, I love going a little crazy with the possibilities and push things to their absolute limits. Of course within the boundaries of the given setting.

 Pairing & Romance: Okay, right off the bat, I am a hopeless romantic through and through. I enjoy good and strong chemistry between characters just as much as the next, and this will be no exception. I prefer the good ol’ MxF pairing because I have more experience with this. But I also like playing a FxF dynamic or MxM. Everyone is welcome! When it comes to pairing itself, I want to make sure our creations are compatible, for I hate forcing characters into a romantic relationship for the sake of progression. A natural flow is what I am aiming for. ;)

 Mature? Yes, very much so:  Adult and taboo topics are absolute. There’s no way around it because, in my stories, it is a running theme. The adult world is not easy to handle, but it’s definitely interesting to explore. That includes violence, cursing, shocking content, and all that dark stuff. My limits are few, safe for a couple of minor pet peeves that I have, I am pretty much open to some experimentation. When it comes to action-heavy scenes (be it an intimate situation between two characters or something on a cataclysmic scale), I won’t fade to black since I am not a huge fan of censoring. However, I will not force or push my partner into something they are not comfortable with. If you want to know the extent to how far I am willing to go, what sort of content or how detailed my writing will be, you can ask me directly. As for smut or lemons, whatever you call it, it will never be the focus of any of my roleplays, but I enjoy a good erotic scene with a lot of tension (if they are good). 

 Boundaries: Not a big fan of things like pedophilia, necrophilia, scat, bestiality, or those dreaded ‘futas’.

Inspirations and interests: There’s a pretty broad spectrum of what I deem interesting and inspirational. From fallen angels and demon/monster hunters, mages, criminal masterminds, cybernetically enhanced characters to futuristic dystopian settings, ancient kingdoms who have fallen against the test of time. All of it causes my heart to skip a beat. For original content, I’ll just give a brief list of bullet points of the general themes that fall in line with my current interests. 

Writing: My texts are lengthy, detailed, and elaborate. Third-person is usually my preferred way of playing my character unless there’s a special case where an exception can be made. Word count usually fluctuates, though I have a standard form of 400-500+ words per response. It also highly depends on the given situation. I don’t want to set anything in stone… just to give you a basic idea of what you’re in for. I also expect my partner to have an at least adequate, if not decent grasp on basic grammar and punctuation. 

 Doubling: Yes, absolutely! If you are prone to doubling, chances are I might accept you as my partner straight away! Although I have nothing against the simple form of roleplaying, doubling is something I’ve done since my first time joining. 

 Characters: Very character-driven with the main focus being on interaction. I take my time writing characters and love nothing more than well-structured sheets that illustrate the vision of their creator. (But!) There’s no need to write 10-20 pages worth of character information, but I wouldn’t want to limit you either. As for the depiction of the given character, I won’t be as presumptuous as to tell you what sort of medium you can and cannot use. Face claims such as photos of real models, illustrations, 3D models, drawings or descriptions are all okay. As long as it gets its point across, I am happy.

 Aversions: A few minor things that irritate me, or let’s say, aren’t really my style are one-liners, low effort responses and out of character behaviors in canon characters. We all have different takes on characters, which is totally fine by me since I basically do the same. Though if the character acts and behaves unlike their personality dictates, it will break the immersion. I hope to stay true to my own words when saying this. If it happens on my side, just let me know! Another pet peeve of mine is that one plot that has been done time and time again…. and I’ve grown quite jaded towards it, which is ‘supernaturals trying to fit into human society’ thing… I mean, I’m not opposed to borrowing from this idea, but for me, it grew old pretty fast. Speaking from experience.

 Passione: My wish is to find a partner whom I can have a good time with and develop some chemistry. After all it is a fun hobby. We both should have fun with what we’re writing. Brainstorming among other things is one of my favorite things to do. To see how things unfold and how the characters react to the given situation is the highlight of any story.

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FANDOM:



I love roleplaying fandoms just as much as I have a blast with building something original universes. Worldbuilding is my preferred cup of tea… but if we opt for something more fandom inspired, I highly welcome in on expanding on the given universe and add some original lore too!

Hellsing: Haven’t done that one before and I am curious as to how things play out, especially in such a dark and mystifying universe like Hellsing. There’s a lot of subject matter that we can delve into, plus I am a big fan of powerful vampire characters!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: I would love you for this. No, seriously, I would. This fandom has sucked me into a downward spiral and there’s no possible chance of escaping this inescapable void. The absolute insanity of this franchise had me hooked from the second I laid eyes on it and I would be forever ecstatic if you’d message me on behalf of roleplaying Jojo. I have plenty of ideas for this one, just you wait.

Full Metal Alchemist: One of my favorite mangas and animes ever made. Recently I’ve begun rewatching FMA Brotherhood and felt a small hint of nostalgia swelling inside my blackened heart. I’d be open to play it, though it is not one of my top cravings at the moment.

Justice League / Young Justice / Justice League Dark: Huge DC fan, though I much prefer the animations and comics over the live-action cinematic. Let’s just say, I like the expansive and dynamic set of possibilities and deep, well-written cast. For instance Hellblazer Constantine or Raven.  

Bayonetta: Need I say more? Let’s dance boys!

APH Hetalia: That includes the 2P version ;)

The Boys: Well.. the 2nd season came out. And I am simply stoked.



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ORIGINAL: 



Supernatural: From angels to demons, from gods to monsters, I’ve seen it all and I absolutely love it. There can be any sort of creature or being involved, ranging from vampires to sirens to elves, you have it. However, I’ve never done something quite relating to angelic beings and their offspring before. I’ve read up on Nephilim and angels and found it rather fascinating, and it’s a different approach from the usual vampire vs werewolf cliche. 


Crime and intrigue: I never stray too far from the supernatural path, but hell, there’s nothing better than some good old gritty mafia inspired stories with a complex cast of characters and a solid storyline.

Sci-fi and urban fantasy: So this could be basically anything from genetically engineered superhuman (superheroes / - villains) with a dark take on the human psyche, dismantling the idea of heroism and villainy. Or a world where mankind began their interstellar journey to colonize neighboring planets, galaxies before transcending their own humanity by merging themselves with deadly technology. I have a few plans for this…

Historical and mysterious setting: So one of my favorite eras is the Victorian time period, 30s - 40s - 80s, Renaissance or Ancient times during the rise of the Egyptian / Roman / Sumerian Empire. During these times, a dark discovery was made by man, learning that they were not alone in this world. In fact, they weren’t even the supreme race that destined themselves to dominate the world, for another race of humanoids have lied dormant deep beneath the earth, slumbering through the millennia only to be re-awakened by a cataclysmic event. These ancient humanoids are gods among men, superior in every way imaginable, and they have made it their mission to reclaim their right to rule. But their nature is not what most people think it is…

The idea: I have an idea for a plot, in which I can give you if you ask for it. It is however merely a suggestion for what we could write - not a mandatory thing. If you don’t like the idea, we can always figure stuff out and keep on home-brewing till we find something we both can enjoy. There’s no need to immediately end things if the first thing doesn’t really fire you up.



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If you’re still here and haven’t fallen asleep reading through my loooong paragraphs, then I would like to thank you for bearing with me this far. I am looking forward to your messages. 

Have a wonderful day!

[l0ve-pand0ra]

unpopular my hero opinions!!! waaa if u get offended they arent real ppl. and fyi this is one of my all time favorite animes.

1. todoroki isnt less cool now bc hes not the stoic asshole with no friends. the only reason yall think that is bc he gets so little screen time and time to shine bc when he does hes so much better then deku so they constantly dim his character down

2. todoroki would have made a more compelling and interesting and believable main character rather then deku.

3. deku was Never the underdog, he got all mights (the #1 heros) quirk Given to him for FREE. and all might favors him and gives him special treatment. and he gets away with everything. his family is super supportive. hes deadass not the underdog just bc he breaks his bones for a while. especially after season 2, underdog my ass

4. it makes zero sense that todorokis deep rooted issues and trauma got resolved with some words in a couple of episodes. meanwhile it takes bakugou 4 season to even consider changing his mindset on deku. even though bakugous whole issue is something he MADE UP in his head. again, todoroki getting done dirty

5. deku should not have beaten overhaul. when he went out to fight i literally rolled my eyes. sure the fight was impressive with stunning animation and sure he had eri. but ur telling me a freshman beat a villian with a quirk that allows him disassemble and reassemble matter which if you forgot what matter is it everything around you everything including the air.

6. todoroki and Bakugo werent in season 4 for much of it purely because of how popular they are and how much more people prefer them to Deku

7. sir nighteye rlly died without recognizing deku as being worthy of one for all... welp

8. shinsou got set up to the max going up against deku who for whatever reason on that day decided to tap into some dead mfs living inside him.... COME ON

9. this one isn’t unpopular but HOW DID U.A NOT THINK TO USE SHINSOU DURING THE OVERHAUL CASE???? like i understand hes not in the hero course but dude.......

10. my hero has weak villains, the  league is a joke with no clear direction for the whole anime, they start showing promise at the end of the overhaul arc. n i adore the league n its members but in the anime the jus seem lost with no clear direction ... and all for one aint all that. stain on the otherhand is the only good villain with conviction and is super compelling the stain arc was way ahead of its time

11. WHY TF DOES IIDA GET SO MUCH SCREEN TIME,???? FUCKING MOVE LIKE HES NOT EVEN COOL???????

12. tetsutetsu deserved to be in class 1A and has more charisma and likability then most of class 1A.

13. monama has a reason to be peeved, like come on 1B is literally known as lesser 1A... that is annoying

14. present mic is ugly n just bc him and aizawa are friends doesn’t mean you Have to ship them together. aizawa can do so much better.

15.(basically point 2 expanded lol) todoroki should have been the main character. hes way more compelling and has a way clearer goal then deku. now if deku became the worlds first quirkless hero thats one thing. but can you imagine todoroki having to decide if he should accept all mights power and if he does is he doing it for the right reason? or seeing an  in-depth look into his family situation. like come on the set up with dabi being his archenemy secret brother, n if u want some bland het romance him and momo. bruh it writes itself.

16. deku having multipal quirks is such Bullshit. like come on giving him more quirks wont make him more of a compelling character.

17. the history of one for all makes no sense. i dont understand sure its buliding of power that gets passed on but,?? why couldn’t all might use all the quirks of the past users, why wasnt he able to see them like deku??? and idk it feels like they are always changing some part of one for all making it inconsistent.

18. bakugou has the best hero custome

19. the show is missing a character in 1A with a healing quirk. i feel like having someone like that would have really added to the show and would have been interesting.

20. tamaki is so much cooler then mirio, his quirk is so much stronger and dont get me wrong I love mirio and his quirk is incredible but tamaki basically as acess to an unlimited amount of quirks. plus its not just food he ate that crystal guys crystal n produced them. its badass

22. todoroki and bakugou not passing the hero exame was bs. todoroki was provoked by the baldheaded kid and he’s the one who started the fight not Todoroki. bakugou is himself and does not do fake comfort hes not all might, whats important is saving people if he gets the job done who cares. them not passing was jus an excuse to push their characters aside for the season.

23. the gentle arc was lame and made no sense especially bc of the roller coaster that was the overhaul arc. i understand that’s the point of it was so Deku realizes that not all villains are these horrible nasty people that are human too but like the placement was just so weird especially since it was before the endeavor and hawks arc it just made no sense to me at least. it just seem like another way to make the viewers think Deku is super cool main character. and once again he gets to defeat a villain all by himself... le sigh

24. bakugous anger is completely unjustified the entire series. I adore Bakugou and I adore his character and he is one of my favorite anime characters ever but He has no reason to be mad he has an awesome quirk he’s a prodigy at everything he does he has both his parents he’s wealthy he is well liked and popular where is the justification for his anger and I’m not saying that just because you have a nice life doesn’t mean you don’t have the right to be angry but this dude is yelling is mad all the time there’s issue with that. and as I stated previously his issue is something he made up in his head. he construed a narrative in his head who deku is.

25. anyone else feel like U.A is understaffed ?

26. that wood hero is a misogynist and hates women... he was real up in arms about mont lady when she was the one who actually stopped and captured that villain.

28. best jeanist is so cool im so sad where is he please come home. he’s literally the coolest pro hero. i dont like how he tried to change bakugou but he had a point on bakugous attuide being a bit much sometimes.

29. endeavor does not deserve a redemption arc stop normalizing forgiving your abusers people don’t have to forgive their abusers no matter if they’re their parents.  and choosing not to forgive them doesn’t mean that you’re holding onto this huge anger and it’s holding you back it just means you choose not to associate with them and to keep them away from you and I totally understand that Todoroki technically needs his father to teach him how to improve them but he doesn’t have to forgive him neither do his siblings they have every right to hold endeavor accountable for everything hes done!

30. MY HERO IS AMAZING AND THESE OPINIONS WERE JUS TO HAVE FUN AND MEAN NO HARM!!!! REMINDER THIS IS ALL FOR JOKES AND FOR FUN AND U DONT HAVE TO AGREE!!!!! my hero is one of the best shonen animes up there with the classics like naruto dbz and one piece, and also am i in no way actually criticizing the author lol Horikoshi has more talent on the tips of his finger nails then my whole bloodline will probably ever have lol !



[johnlockficclub]

Discussion Recap - Author Q&A!

Well, JFC crew, we’ve reached the end of another fabulous fic! Thank you so much to everyone who read along and participated in the weekly discussions - you all are the best.

And of course, a huge thank you to @swissmissing for writing The Baker Street Nativity in the first place and for coming along to our Author Q&A to share some insight into her writing process and background to this fic. Questions and answers are below the cut as this got quite long!

And finally, thanks once again to @frodosweetstuff for allowing us to use her artwork for these update posts!

Happy holidays everyone - may you and your loved ones be safe and happy this festive season! xx

1: Why this AU? What got you started on it? @ewebie 

 I saw the movie and with MF in it, of course I immediately started thinking of how it could be a Johnlock AU.  I do that frequently anyway: imagine Johnlock versions of stuff. I just watched a few Netflix Xmas movies recently and I am still thinking of how to turn them into Johnlock AU's. I see the world through Johnlock-coloured glasses. Is that healthy or normal? IDK.

2. Would you ever consider publishing your fanfic? @norburylibrary 

No. First off, the story is obviously cadged from a copyrighted screenplay. To publish it for real, as an original work, I'd have to scrub the names and characters so that they don't interfere with BBC copyright. That part should be feasible, but the story itself is too close to the Nativity screenplay. As for any of my other fics, the non-fusion ones, I don't think I've written anything that could stand on its own without the Sherlock association. One of the huge assets of fan fiction is there is a built-in character background and setting. I'm not up to rewriting to the extent of creating something that could be published as an original work.

3.  What do you enjoy writing most, humor or angst and why? @elwinglyre

I can do both, but I guess I'm more drawn to angst. I think humor is harder to pull off, for me at least. I'm not a naturally funny person. I have to think hard to come up with funny situations and lines. Confession: In some of my fics, there are certain punch lines that were actually written by my beta readers. I think Sherlock and John - in fact all of the Sherlock BBc universe - lends itself more naturally to angst anyway. although there are humorour parts in the eps, I find them more geared towards angst.

4.  Was it confusing at all having seen the movie to then switch the roles?  When writing it. @sherlock-nanowrimo

Yes, totally confusing at first! I started out with the "natural" roles, with John as the teacher and Sherlock as the assistant, but it wasn't working for me so somehow I just got the idea to try it the other way round. Once I started down that path though, it wasn't confusing for me. I was worried throughout that it would be confusing for readers. But everyone who commented and said they had seen the movie, also said the switch wasn't hard for them to deal with.

5.  When you write is it because you get a fic idea or for some other reason? Like stress reliever or for doing something fun? @tildathings 

Good question. I always want to write. I get a great feeling of satisfaction when I write something. Especially when I finish a piece. It's a big shot of dopamine for me. It carries me for a long time, sometimes days. BUT I can't force myself to write. I tried that one year with nanowrimo and it was not a good thing. So I can really only write when "the muse" grabs me. When I get an idea that sticks with me for days and weeks. And with this fic, it really came alive and almost wrote itself, once I was on the right track.

6. How much do you base your writing on the show and how much on your headcanon? @travelingwithoutthedoctor 

This is a problem too, as I haven't gone back and watched the episodes in a really long time. Many of the eps I only saw once in the first place. I have the feeling that the fandom circles you travel in tend to create a fancanon that pretty much replaces the actual canon. So that's something I struggle with. I actually try when I write to imagine and hear the TV characters speaking and acting things out, in the hopes that it makes it closer to how they might actually be in those situations. I suppose that's unavoidable. I'm sure I do have an image of the characters in my mind, and I write from that. I just hope they are pretty aligned with the original characters from the show.

7.  I thought you did an incredible job making Sherlock a teacher for young children credible. That wasn't something we'd think of Sherlock doing, and you made it work. What did you take into consideration when doing this? @elwinglyre

Woo boy, that's a thing! He is so completely unsuited for this position. I had to justify him being in that position, however, so I kind of hand-waved something. Honestly, it wasn't my priority. I was just trying to create Johnlock moments. I mean, I think he's actually quite good with children. We've seen that on the show with Archie. I think it would depend on the kids.

8.  I’m curious about the speed of writing. How quickly do you get a chapter done? @vitruvianwatson

Once I get going, I can usually do about a chapter a week. My chapters tend to be 2-5K. 

9.  The UST, miscommunication and angst of this fic was deliciously frustrating, and a lot of us were yelling at them to just sort themselves out. If that was the hardest part about reading it, I'm wondering about what was difficult to write in this fic?  Were there certain sections or characters that you found challenging? @lediona25

I was honestly following the pacing of the movie, pretty much. I did need to add some scenes. I tried to pace it so that there was a romantic bit about at the halfway point, and another one for the big payoff at the end. One challenging bit was the dog. I wasn't sure whether to include him, but once I did, I kept forgetting about him. I kept having to go back and remember where the dog was and who was taking care of him. I don't have a dog so I was just doing what I've seen other people doing with their dogs. They leave them tied up outside of shops and restaurants all the time so I figured it was okay. Again, it wasn't really a priority. A lot of people commented that they liked the dog in there though, so I'm glad I left him in.

10. It was perfect casting!  We were talking about it during the movie - like with Greg as the headmistress. @sherlock-nanowrimo

That's one of the best parts of doing a fusion, for me anyway, is the casting.  I love discovering how characters map onto each other. Sometimes it's astonishing.  I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH JIM!!  I didn't want to make him actually evil or a real threat. It always gives me massive anxiety when Moriarty shows up in a fic because often truly awful things happen then. But I wanted to keep this in line with it being a kids' movie. And to be fair, I didn't really need to change all that much from the movie bad guy anyway. That nativity play he put on was insane! And I actually was just teaching one of my classes last year about universal story plots such as the hero's journey.  (Yes, I'm an English teacher.) 11.  One of your ficlets suggests some pretty unpleasant stuff re: Jim's backstory. @bluebellofbakerstreet

Jim's backstory. I kind of imagined he and Sherlock had been rivals at the conservatory and Jim had tried to derail Sherlock with drugs. Perhaps somewhat successfully.

12.  What the hell is the story with Sherlock and whatever he did to Seb Wilkes?! @ewebie

I don't know either! LOL that is actually something I like doing in fics because, again, I like it when fics do that: hint at something but not elaborate and leave it up to you to decide what was actually going on.  I guess maybe that's frustrating to some people but for me, it gives fics depth and realism.  It's like in some fics where you just hear about a case in passing but the details are never fleshed out. I was using it to show that Sherlock had made poor decisions with kids in the past, so this thing he did with taking the kids to the studio wasn't out of character.

13. John... as a classroom assistant. How did you see him ending up there? Our conclusion was that... lost people just sometimes end up places @ewebie

I don't recall if it's explained in the fic or not, but I actually had something in mind for that. He was invalided out of the army and bumming around with nothing to do, feeling useless. His good friend Mike, who was also a teacher, recommended him to Greg as a classroom assistant. No idea if that would be allowed in the UK but here in Switzerland it's frequently done. Usually a retired person will be brought in as a classroom assistant. This keeps them active and engaged, and is a big help to the teachers.

14.  We loved the whole scene with Moriarty at the end when Mycroft pops out and saves the day.  You did a bang-up job with that.  When you're finishing a story, are you one those "I've planned it all out" writers or stream of consciousness writers. Let's go with the flow? @elwinglyre

In this case, the ending was written for me. I just followed the plot of the movie. Usually, though, I do have the ending in mind from the start. It's usually pretty much a sex scene, lol. The whole point of the fic is usually, how do I get these two together? 

15.  Oh! The sex! Is that easy for you to write. I have the hardest time with that. Is something your really get into? @elwinglyre 

True story (which I also told on one of my guest slots on the TPP): I didn't use to be able to write sex scenes. But I wanted to. So I literally would copy sex scenes from fics I liked. Just like, typing them out word for word. This got me used to writing those words and those acts on my screen. Then I tried writing my own. I think I sort of have a reputation for writing awkward-realistic sex scenes. I'm not aiming for that, it's just how they come out. It's a mix of, again, imagining how the characters would appear and act and speak in those situations, and also I guess how I would feel and want things to be.

16. We have a lot of people in this group who are just starting out writing fic or are thinking about writing something, do you have any advice to new writers? @lediona25

I'll just say what we started out talking about: Write for yourself. Write what you want to read. You will always have an appreciative audience. I see so many writers get discouraged because they don't have massive hits and kudos, and they just give up. I think most of the popular writers in fandom have been around for years. This may be their third or fourth fandom. They've been writing in real life. Experience takes a long time to build up.So write for yourself. The rest will come. And... at the moment, it feels a bit like there's less readers than 2 years ago, so really really don't be discouraged.

Thanks to all those who asked questions and to @swissmissing for her thoughtful answers! :)

[ljpaul95]

skin care

Day #3 with this somewhat routine of waking up early. Last night, i was actually really tired from the day of waking up early. I might have slept before 11 but I am not sure. I woke up before my alarm but after that I usually wake up because I didn't allow snooze. I still didn't incorporate reading into my schedule. I love reading but my mind is like "internet, social media" I would rather write than read. I might today then the back of my mind says "they're gna think you're tryna". I'm not gonna lie man, it's itchy season. My hands are dryer than a mf. I should be worried about my hands more than my face. My face is fine for now. I ordered some skin care shit, which is what I didn't think of being excited for. I ordered Jeffree Star cleanser and moisturizer along with JLO face serum. Very pricey to take care of face skin, but I had the money. I might as well try them out. I wanted to try that from Shane's snap. Also wanted to try Rhianna's skin care routine: Fenty Beauty. Shit was only $50 estimate on Amazon. I feel a little irritated from waking up early and how cherry always fucking lick himself when I'm trying to keep in state of mind. I'm almost half way with my drink. That's the thing too; drinking water is what I am doing in the morning and I won't make breakfast until my water is finished. I figured that writing in my tumblr until it is finished along with listening to music, which is a fucking vibe, will keep me to finishing it. It also distracts me from being on my phone which is what I have been doing for almost an hour. My routine is that I try to wake myself up by being on my phone first thing (even if that is considered unhealthy, this morning at least) then using the bathroom, washing my face, brushing my teeth, this doing this. Starting my day off vibing. I don't usually wash my face. I mean, I usually wet it with a paper towel and call it a day. I don't go through with this thoroughly, especially with these products. If I wanted to clean my face, I would wash it with dove soap and I would be fine. I don't know. I'm just trying to be patient, in reality, from receiving my packages. I always expect my shit to get here by the next week or so. I'm not sure when I ordered them, but they're all taking forever. I think I have my shoes in the mail right now with Panruk's shoes. He is gonna love what I got him; the doncic shoes. We're gonna match and his mom was happy that I ordered him ball shoes. Man I am excited and at the same time am mad cuz the little shit BETTER NOT grow :)) I don't like how they grow up fast. I still remember when I first tried to burp the kid and my mom said "you don't need to burp him, he will burp by himself". I bet I am disappointing my writing professors (as if they will care) becuase of how I am writing. Wtf did I learn in college that will change the way that I write? I don't care. There's auto correct and editors and even then, I don't want them to edit my shit. Whatever I write, is from me. Lori Paul. Martin said I have author vibes. My name itself look like an author name. I just realized that I am writing more than yesterday. You can definately tell that I am more than rested than yesterday. When I write, I try to give it my fucking all and not half ass it. Lately, I try not to offend anyone. Before that, I didn't care. I think it is my neck that is feeling pressured cuz when I am sitting that is when my neck hurts. Or shoulders. I'm almost done with my water, so I am gonna vibe. <3 sorry if my writing does not make sense, cuz even I don't know what I am writing. Waking up early does that shit to you :)) good fucking morning!

[mf-despair-queen]

I’m Void, Baby - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 12,592

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving), dirty talk, spanking, bits of drinking, sexy Void Dylan

Notes: I’m not allowed to say “Can you imagine” especially to @minhosmeanhoe​ because then we just talk about sexy things like this. You guys can thank her for giving me this idea and cranking through bits of the story for it.

Dylan paced the length of his trailer, running a hand through his hair. This seemed to be his normal ritual, especially lately. He came to work, was constantly anxious about the day, unsure what shenanigans were about to be in play. Sure, he had been doing this for a while now, deep in the middle of season three, but things just seemed to get harder by the day.

He sat on his tiny couch, taking a sip of the coffee he grabbed on his way in, sighing to himself. “Today’s just like any other day. I can do this. Nothing will be different,” he told himself, massaging his face to try and relieve himself of his self-imposed stress. “Fuck, who am I kidding. The same thing is going to happen like always.”

He picked up his script, reading over the scenes they were planning to shoot. He was officially possessed by the Nogitsune after the events of Eichen House. Reading through the scenes, he would be toying with the pack in Derek’s loft and even filming bits for the scene in the McCall house after he released the flies to possess the werewolves in Beacon Hills. It would be an interesting day, that’s for sure.

A knock was heard on his trailer door, Dylan setting his coffee and script down and shuffling over to the door. Glancing at the time, it read 9:21 AM, so he figured it was just Tyler Posey stopping by to wish him good morning, asking when they would run lines for their scenes, possibly bringing him some form of breakfast, or wanting to use the toilet because he was too lazy to walk over to his trailer, like he did every morning.

What he didn’t expect when he opened the door was to see you standing in front of him, sunglasses still perched on your nose, a wide smile on your plump lips, sparkling in the sunlight from your lip-gloss. His breath hitched when he saw you standing on the pavement. His mouth instantly became dry, despite the coffee he had just been drinking.

“H-hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” he asked, instantly sweaty and trying to control his stutters.

“Well, I brought you your favorite breakfast and I thought I would run by the outfits for today’s scenes before you head to wardrobe and makeup later. You get a nasty little cut on your tummy later, good sir,” you joked, reaching up to poke his stomach. Dylan bit his lip, stifling the noises he wanted to release from your simple touch, afraid of what could happen. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time he slipped up and panicked of what could happen.

You see, Dylan had been pining over you from the day he met you. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved everything about you. You had become so integral in his life, he couldn’t see doing anything without you there.

He struggled with his affection for one simple thing. You happened to be Teen Wolf’s creator’s younger sister. You were close to Jeff, always hanging around on set when they first began. Hell, the first-time Dylan ever met you was at the food table where he found you with your mouth stuffed with a donut before he ran off without a word, flustered beyond belief. Did he regret that? Yes, of course. But it didn’t keep you away.

You always seemed to have your grubby little hands on something, and Jeff never had a qualm with it. Dylan could remember the first time you walked into wardrobe, a blank expression on your face. You were so displeased with their choices, you forced them out of the room and chose your own outfit for Stiles. Sure, it was a simple shirt with a flannel top over it, but Dylan knew this was what Stiles would wear. Jeff approved of the choice, and from then on, it seemed like you were always the one in charge of choosing the outfits he wore.

You also seemed to like helping him get ready for scenes. Whether that was helping prep scenes or get settled into scenes, you were by his side to help. Dylan struggled to keep his ever-growing feelings at bay, not wanting to compromise the friendship you developed over the years. He struggled whenever you were near to keep calm and to keep you from finding out his feelings. Though, that always seemed to be hard when he was highly aroused by you.

There were two moments within the last few weeks that haunted his memories, and you walking in this morning brought them back to the surface even after he fought to suppress them deep in the recesses of his mind.

The first was season 3, episode 11. Dylan could not explain how nervous he was when for one particular scene, but his nerves got worse the second you walked onto set that day.

Dylan sat on the ground in the locker room, reading through his script. It was his lunch break, everyone having decided to head out to a local restaurant before the afternoon shoot. Dylan would normally be the first to jump on the food bandwagon, but he was feeling anxious about the scenes. Stiles was supposed to be having a panic attack after Jennifer Blake kidnaps Chris Argent, and Lydia kisses him to get him to calm down.

Sure, he had done kissing scenes before. He had a full make out session during the First Time. He became unnerved when you walked in that morning, though. How was he supposed to kiss Holland when his crush was ten feet away? He was afraid he would mess something up, embarrassing himself in front of this perfect girl he cared so much about.

Dylan sighed, dropping the script to the ground and running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, leaning back fully against the lockers. “I can’t fucking do this. Nope, no way, no how.”

“Can’t do what?” Dylan heard behind him. He jumped half a mile out of his skin, turning to see you laughing at him, peeking around the lockers. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Dylan flushed, his face turning a bright red. “I-I… it’s fine. I promise.” He picked himself up off the ground, having fallen over in his fright, leaning back against the lockers. He pat the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit down. You flopped down next to him, placing a plastic bag in front of you. “So, what brings you to this neck of the locker room? I figured you would be at lunch with everyone,” he joked.

“Well, I was going to,” You started, kicking your feet around playfully. “But, I ran into Posey on my way to my car and he mentioned that you were staying behind to run lines. He said you were acting weird today and was worried.” Dylan frowned, leaning his head against the locker. “Are you nervous or something about this scene? Which scene is it?”

You picked up the script, glancing down the paper as he spoke up. “The kissing scene with Lydia. When Stiles is having the panic attack.”

“Oh, that scene! I helped write that scene because I ship Stiles and Lydia so much,” you told him, handing him the script. Those words made Dylan’s heart sink further into his stomach. He now had to worry about kissing Holland in front of you and screwing up a scene you apparently helped write? “Why are you so worried about it? When I proposed it, I could just picture you doing it perfectly. I saw the way you kissed Britt in The First Time and, even if it’s Lydia kissing Stiles to calm him down, I think you will do great! Do you have onion breath or something?”

Dylan laughed, shaking his head at your joke. “No, no onion breath. I actually haven’t even eaten today. This scene has me worried. I just don’t want to mess it up because you-“ he stopped mid-sentence, glancing at you. “B-because you know how awkward I am. Especially around girls. Kissing scenes are still foreign to me.”

“Pssh, please, Dyl. You’re gorgeous as all fuck, remember? You shouldn’t ever be awkward. Especially around us.”

I’m only awkward because of you, he thought to himself. Dylan sighed, glancing over at you. “You make it sound so easy,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “But I appreciate the compliment. So, what’s in the bag?”

You picked up the bag, pulling out two things of Chipotle. “Tyler mentioned you hadn’t eaten, so I ran out to get us some lunch! I figured I could help you run lines too, like I sometimes do. Help you get over your little hurdle.”

Dylan blushed, smiling down at his chicken burrito. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

It was a simple lunch. Just rehearsing lines for the scene in between munching on your burritos. Dylan sat in front of you, practicing having a panic attack, having put his food down for a second. “Just try to think about something else, anything else,” you read from the script, listening to Dylan’s increased breathing.

“Like what?” he managed to choke out.

“Uh, happy things. Good things. Uh, friends, family.” Dylan cast you a scared look, causing you to bite you lip. You had to admit he looked adorable when he was like this, but everything seemed so real with him too. “Oh, I mean, not family. Oh, god. Okay, uh, just try and slow your breathing.”

Dylan’s eyes clenching shut, partially for the scene and partially when he felt your hand grasp his. His gasping continued, looking down at the ground. “I can’t. I can’t.”

You placed the script on the ground, moving forward on your knees and holding his cheeks in your hands. Dylan wanted to sigh, the soft feeling of your skin against his overwhelming in sense. You tilted him to look up at you, showing him a gentle smile. “Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me. Shh, look at me. Shh, Stiles.”

Dylan locked eyes his yours, his bright hazel orbs getting lost in your own. He figured you would stop there, considering the next part was when Lydia kisses Stiles to calm his breathing. But how wrong he was when you leaned forward after a second, locking lips with his. His eyes widened briefly, unsure what to do.

After two years of knowing you, of crushing on you, here you were. Lips pressed to his in a sweet kiss.

His eyes slowly fluttered shut, hesitantly returning the kiss. His breathing calmed almost as if he was truly overcoming the panic attack, but his heart was beating wildly against his chest. It seemed as if your lips were two jigsaw pieces, meant to be combined to form a perfect picture. Your lips were soft and molded against his exactly.

You pulled away slowly, your eyes having shut as well. His eyes cracked open first, seeing your eyes fluttering open. Your eyes locked together like before, but you swore you saw a range of emotion racing through Dylan’s enlarged pupils. It was hard to discern what they were or why they were there, but you knew they existed.

You but at your lip, Dylan slightly licking his to wet them, knowing they would be dry the second he started talking. “H-how’d you do that?” he asked, continuing the scene, attempting to keep calm.

“I, uh,” You started, reaching blindly for the script, reluctant to break your stare down with him. You blinked a few times, finally feeling the paper between your fingers. You glanced down at the words, reading them over. “I read once that… holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So, when I kissed you, you held your breath.”

You turned back to Dylan, your breath caught in your throat the second you locked eyes for the umpteenth time. Dylan nodded slowly, wetting his lips again. His voice was quiet, but he managed to get the straggled line out. “I did?”

You nodded in response, a quiet response reaching his ears. “Yeah. You did.”

You smiled at him softly, Dylan pursing his lips slightly. “Thanks. Really smart.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, looking away shyly. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, falling to the side so you weren’t sitting on your legs anymore. “That was great, Dyl. You’re gonna kill it.”

“Y/N,” he said quietly. His hands found your cheeks again, making you look at him. Your noses brushed against each other, his fingers carefully running along your cheeks. “Can we um… can we run by that part again? Just to perfect it,” he said, finding any excuse he could to kiss you again. When he received no response, he dared a glance at you, finding your eyes closed and making no effort to back away.

Dylan knew he wanted to kiss you again. Hell, he was ready to push you back on the floor and kiss you into oblivion. But he never got that chance. The sound of the studio doors being pushed open was heard, both of you backing away in a rush. Tyler and the cast walked around the corner, chatting happily.

Jeff saw you both on the floor, rushing over. “There you are, Y/N! I was worried when you didn’t show up at lunch.”

You stood up, dusting off your jeans. “Yeah, sorry. Tpose mentioned that Dyl was staying behind to practice so I grabbed us lunch and was reading lines with him. Right, Dylan?”

Jeff cast a look at Dylan, said boy swallowed thickly under the scrutinizing gaze of his boss. “Y-yeah. Reading lines. She um… she brought me Chipotle.”

Jeff silently nodded, turning back to you. “Well, you realize what time it is, right? You have a dentist appointment at two. You should get going and I will see you at home tonight.”

Dylan instantly stood up, his mouth agape. “You’re not staying to watch the scene?”

You turned to Dylan, tugging him away from Jeff. “Well, yeah. I thought you knew that, Dyl.” His face fell, suddenly depressed you wouldn’t be there. You smiled up at him, holding his face in your hands. “Come on, Dyl. Don’t be sad. Just do it like we just did and you will be amazing. Now, I have to go, so I will see you tomorrow.” Kissing his cheek, you ran off, kissing Jeff’s cheek before you left. Dylan just sighed, ruffling his hair.

But I won’t be able to do it like we just did. Because I’m not doing it with you again.

The second was not even a week later. The kiss played repeatedly in his mind, and being near you seemed to amplify his emotions ever since. It was one of those days when you insisted on helping on set, helping set up the scenes. And Dylan’s hormones seemed to be flying more than normal on this day.

Stiles strut onto set, feet practically frozen from the cold floor. He had left his shoes with his stuff near his chair, walking around the bedroom set barefoot. He was clad in just an orange-red shirt and pair of blue flannel pajama pants with some kind of leopard print on it.

Something you chose, he was sure.

He collapsed on the bed, repeating his lines in his head. He must have been so focused on it as he didn’t hear you come in, sneaking over to his side. You leaned over the bed, smiling evilly.

Taking in a deep breath, you hollered for the entire building to hear. “DYLAN!”

He almost rolled off the bed, jumping up at your voice. You burst out laughing, Dylan groaning at you. He placed a hand on his chest, feigning like he was holding his heart. “Y/N, way to give me a heart attack.”

“I’ve done my job, sir O’Brien,” you said smugly, backing away to dance happily. “No one can stop this evil mastermind!”

Dylan bit his lip, watching your hips sway from side to side, cheering about how you had successfully startled him. His eyes trailed over your entire form, admiring the way you looked. Of course, this was the one time you wore a sleeveless crop top and shorts that showed how perfect your ass was. He couldn’t help but think how perfect you were to him.

He shifted on the bed, glancing down when he left a throbbing sensation run down his body. He spied the tent forming in the flannel bottoms, cursing silently. He bit his lip, thinking to himself, I just had to get a hard on now?

He quickly rolled under the covers, hoping that would shield the erection that he was sporting from watching you dance around randomly. He just settled into the bed when you turned back to him, a smile on your lips. “So, are you ready to have a nightmare, Stiles?”

I’m in one right now because you’re this close to seeing me with a hard, bulging cock, he thought bitterly, nodding at you. Neither of you got a chance to response when Jeff walked in with Linden and some of the other crew, preparing for the scene.

Jeff looked over at you, sighing. “Y/N, get off the set and sit your little ass down. Stop distracting my actors,” he joked.

You laughed at him, calling back, “Of course, Jeff. Can I tuck Dylan in for the scene though? He should be comfy before he has his nightmare.” Jeff just rolled his eyes, turning to check with the cameramen. “I will take that as a yes.”

You perched yourself on the side of the bed, running a hand through Dylan’s hair. His heart hammered against his ribs, his cock pulsing more than before at your light touch. He tried to cover up the growing tent in his pants more with the blankets. You smiled at him, starting to tuck the blankets into his sides.

“You know,” he began, sweating profusely the closer you got to his groin, “you don’t need to tuck me in. The blankets will be all over the place anyway when I start the nightmare.”

“But, you should be comfy, Dyl,” you insisted, reaching over him to start tucking in the other side of the blanket.

Dylan’s luck would have it, and his worst nightmare became a reality. When your hand accidently brushed the tent in his pants, particularly the sensitive head of his cock that was trying to break free from their confines, a small moan slipped off his lips. He was sure his cock umped in his pants, the blanket around him rustling just the slightest with the movement in his pants.

Dylan paled visibly, sweating more than he would playing baseball in the summer. He silently prayed that you didn’t hear him. That was the last conversation he wanted to have with you. He could just see it now: “Oh hey, did you just moan?” “Totally, man. Because you turn me on and I want to fuck you.”

Um, no. That ain’t happening.

You stood from the bed, hands on your hips and admiring your work. “Perfect! Stiles is nice and cozy for the scene!” You turned to face Jeff, leaning over as you yell at him, giving Dylan a spectacular view of your ass. “Jeff! Dylan is ready! And I’m stealing your chair!”

“Good! Now get off the set!” Was all you heard in return.

You turned to Dylan, leaning over him. “Good luck, Dyl. I’ll be watching from over there.” You pointed in the direction of Jeff’s chair, the white lettering reading his name. You ran your fingers through his hair again, gently pressing your lips to his forehead. “Break a leg, Dyl.”

He watched you run off, releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Hopefully, he would be able to relax now that you were away. Well, more like he needed to relax for sure.

He still had a raging erection hidden under the blankets after all.

Dylan couldn’t seem to shake these moments from his mind You were constantly on his mind, driving the poor boy insane. And now, you turned up on the steps of his trailer, a bag of food in your hand, hangers on your arms, and a toothy grin on your face.

This was not how he planned to start the day.

“Dylan?” you asked, noticing him spacing off.

“Right, right. Sorry,” he mumbled, moving aside to let you in. “Come on in.”

You gleefully cheered, hopping inside and kicking off your flip flops. You placed the bag and clothes on the table, sitting on the couch Dylan previously was on. “So, I brought you your favorite breakfast burrito and I even splurged for some hash browns! You better love me,” you joked.

Oh, I do, was the only thing circulating his mind. Dylan shook the thought, sitting next to you and taking the burrito you offered him. “So, what brilliant outfits does Void Stiles get to wear this time?”

You bit into your bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, standing up from your spot. “Right. So, you just escaped Eichen House and are going to confront Noah and the pack at Derek’s loft so they can protect you from the Oni, right? So,” you picked up the hangers, pulling off the plastic surrounding them. “We have a nice plain gray shirt, the khakis I know you love, and even a gray hooded jacket!”

Dylan laughed at your enthusiasm, looking at the outfit. “Sounds very… normal?”

“Well, you’re Void right now, Dyl. Not the normal, flannel-loving Stiles I can’t get enough of,” you mentioned, hanging up the outfit. “Oh, and I found this in wardrobe for you, nice and clean.” You help up a gray, stripped zip-up hoodie. “Perfect for the After-After show tonight!”

“I was wondering where that went!” Dylan said, smiling at you. You grinned, hanging it up as well.

“Yeah, I got lucky. It’ll be perfect for the Void skit you guys have planned though.” You sat back down next to him, cross-legged on the couch, picking up the script. “Are you ready for today?”

“As ready as I can be, I guess,” he muttered, sipping his coffee. “Are you actually sticking around today? You haven’t been around the last few days.”

You glanced down at the hardwood floor of the trailer, sighing. You had partially hoped he wouldn’t notice your absence, but apparently, he did. You had avoided the set since they filmed the Eichen House episode, though no one really knew why. “Yeah, I’ll be around today. I don’t have any plans.”

“Is that why you’ve been gone? Other plans?” He asked, prying further your lack of presence at the studio. “You’ve been acting really weird since we filmed Echo House, particularly the basement scene. You’ve been really quiet and distant since that night.”

You bit at your lip, picking at your nails. You didn’t want to explain to Dylan how you were feeling and why you acted the way you did.

You sat in Jeff’s seat like always, watching Dylan and Shelley sitting on the couch in the basement of Eichen House. Boxes and papers were scattered around them. They were trying to find answers to the Nogitsune.

Dylan threw some papers away from him, letting out a large sigh. “There’s nothing here,” he mumbled. His hand came up to his mouth, looking deep in thought, your mind only thinking about how handsome he looked doing so. “Could you do me a favor? Could you just check the lines on my back? Just tell me if they’re fading.” Dylan began to pull the back of his shirt up, your breath hitching at the sight of his lean, muscular back.

His back muscles clenched as he pulled the shirt up, arms flexing from how he was holding the shirt. You could see the faintest bit of his stomach, toned from years of baseball and even from acting. He truly was a handsome man, no one could argue that.

“Yeah, they’re almost gone,” you faintly heard Shelley respond. “I’m guessing that’s bad.” Dylan let out a small noise in thought before turning back to Shelley. “Oh. Sorry. I told you I’m always cold.”

“That’s okay,” Dylan said quietly, adjusting his place on the couch. “Here.” He reached out, holding her hands in his, rubbing them like he was warming them up. “Boy, you really are,” he chuckled, Shelley following.

The more he rubbed her hands and Shelley looking at Dylan with affection, even if it’s for the part, made your gut churn with a bit of sadness. You knew it was just the scene, and the relationship Malia and Stiles were to have, but part of you didn’t like it.

Call it jealousy, you guessed.

Dylan looked at Shelley, their eyes locking for the briefest second before she leaned over, locking her lips with his. Dylan seemed to hesitate, but his mouth moved carefully against hers regardless. The feeling inside you churned more, bile rising to your throat.

“Was that your first kiss?” Dylan asked her, Shelley nodding. “Was it okay?” Again with the nodding. “You want to try it again?”

You almost wanted to scream for him to stop, for him not to kiss her. But you knew Jeff would kill you if you did. Hell, you weren’t even sure why you felt the need to stop them. You had watched Tyler kiss Crystal enough times and never felt the need to stop them. Why now?

Dylan leaned in, and your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight of Dylan’s head tilting to the side, his lips enveloping Shelley’s completely. Watching the way he kissed her made your heart break, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You were sure you were unfairly jealous, call it crazy all you want. This was just Dylan performing a scene for the show, much like the scene you helped him practice a couple weeks prior. Why were you feeling this way? Was it because you didn’t watch him kiss Holland that afternoon? Was it because you shipped Stiles with Lydia and now Malia? Were you jealous of Malia and Stiles’ current relationship? Or maybe just of Shelley and Dylan?

Did you want to be in her place right now? Part of you said you did. You wanted to be in Shelley’s place. You wanted to be Malia right now. You wanted to be the one kissing Dylan like that. You wanted to feel his lips on yours.

You head picked back up at the sound of Shelley’s voice. “I want to try something else.”

“Something else?” came Dylan’s brief response.

All feeling left your body, watching Shelley tug the loose top over her head and dropping it to the floor. They looked at each other longingly for a second before leaning back in, kissing once more. You slid from the chair, but remained in your place, watching the scene unfold. Dylan laid her back on the couch. Her head tilted for him to kiss down her neck. Their hands clasp together, fingers entwined together as they made out.

You turned on your heel quickly, grabbed your bag from the table. You didn’t register when Jeff yelled cut, Dylan sitting up and turning in your direction. All he saw was your back across the room. “Y/N?” he mumbled to himself, jumping up from the couch. “Hey, Y/N! Wait!” You didn’t turn back, pushing yourself out the doors, everyone hearing the loud thunk as they closed behind you. Dylan turned to Jeff, confusion on his face. “Is she alright?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her like this,” Jeff told him. Dylan stared off in the direction you disappeared.

Why did you leave? Was it something I did? Or, did you not like me kissing Shelley? He asked himself, a million other thoughts consuming his thoughts. Jeff placed a hand on his shoulder, motioning towards the set so they could continue. Dylan just sighed and resumed is place, hoping to see you back soon.

You licked your lips, sighing. “I promise I’m fine, Dylan. I just… I felt sick that night. Must have been something I ate.”

Dylan set his food down, turning more to you. “Why are you lying?”

Your breathing stopped, fear consuming your being. “I-I,” you tried to say, fiddling with your fingers. Your turned to look at him, not realizing how close he was. Your noses brushed, his breath hitting your face. You were sure you could feel his lips move if he talked. “W-who said I was lying?”

His hands slowly moved up to cup your faces, thumbs stroking your cheeks softly. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

You thought about leaning forward, just to feel his soft lips on yours, Dylan thinking similar things. You were so close, it seemed as if nothing could stop you now.

Until a knock on the trailer door was heard, breaking you apart from each other. Posey waltzed in after you backed away from each other, Dylan calling out that the door was open. “Morning, Dyl! Oh, and Y/N! Fancy seeing you here. Getting Dyl ready for the day?”

“Y-yeah. I was just leaving though,” you said quickly, grabbing your things. “I’ll see you guys later.”

You took off before Dylan could stop you, the dark-haired male sighing at your exit. Tyler looked at him, patting his back. “One day, Dyldo. One day.”

Dylan stumbled into his trailer after a long day, fetching a beer for himself from his mini fridge. The sun had just set, and they were going to be preparing for the After After Show. Tonight, he would be playing a Void version of himself, having been “tainted” from playing Void Stiles. He was looking forward to the skits, finding them quite hilarious.

He heard Posey calling for him from outside, a sigh befalling his lips. He had barely made it back and it was time to go again. He placed the beer on the counter, grabbing the striped hoodie you brought earlier from his closet. Slipping it onto his shoulders and zipping it up completely, he made his way back outside, finding Posey standing with a few cameramen and, most importantly, you.

“Hey, Dyl!” You greeted him, giving him a quick hug. “Good job today. You were amazing, as always.”

Dylan laughed, hugging you close. “It’s only because you were here to give me encouragement. I needed my tiny girl here to support me!” He joked, squeezing you tight.

Tyler jumped into your hug, all three of you laughing. “I love you guys so much!” He hollered, kissing you and Dylan on the cheek. “But, we have a skit to perform. So, get to your places everyone!”

Dylan looked at Tyler in confusion as he walked away, getting ready for his part. He looked back down at you, cocking his head to the side. “What are you doing here anyway, Y/N? Normally you head home with Jeff after we are done for the day.”

You put your hands on your hips proudly, smiling widely at him. “You’re looking at the girl who is going to do this skit with you! The one that knocks on your trailer door. Jessie is sick, so I offered to fill in!”

Dylan blushed, looking away to keep you from seeing. “That’s great. This will be so much fun. Let’s um… let’s get into place.”

You grabbed his hand before he could run off, Dylan glancing back at you. “Dyl, you gotta relax. Remember, you are Void Dylan now. You can’t be the awkward turtle we know you are. It’s time to be the cocky, sexy man we know you want to be.”

“Cocky, sexy man?” he said, casting you a small smirk. You flushed a bright red, blowing a raspberry at the male. “I’ll have to remember that. Let me go put my cocky cap on, now.” Dylan gave you a simple wink, your legs going weak at the action. It seemed as if a switched was flipped inside him, turning Dylan into the cocky Void right away.

You sat down on the steps of someone’s trailer, watching them beginning to film the After After show segment. Tyler stood in front of the camera, a sullen look on his face as he talked about how “changed” Dylan since he had become Void. Dylan was off to the side, staring at Tyler, a smile engraved on his face until he had to do his own part. Tyler cleared his throat before beginning in his lines.

“Yeah, Dylan and I used to be, like, really good friends. And, ever since he’s become Void, he’s just been like… he’s just not the same.” His hand reached to his neck, scratching at it. “It’s almost like I don’t even know him anymore, ya know?”

Dylan’s smile dropped, instantly sending Tyler an annoyed and disappointed look. His arms crossed over his chest, his muscles flexing even through the baggy hoodie he was wearing. You bit at your lip, memorizing the look on his face since it was a look he never had. Something gnawed on the back of your mind, telling you that he looked incredibly sexy like this.

The camera panned to him, Tyler instantly becoming flustered. “I was just answering a question that they asked me about you. I wasn’t… They wanted to know. No I didn’t-“

Dylan rolled his eyes, beginning to walk away. “Amateur hour! Fucking amateur hour.”

Tyler’s mouth open and closed as he tried to talk, watching Dylan disappear between some trailers. He let out a large sigh, looking at the camera. “I hate you guys.”

“Cut!”

The second they screamed cut, you burst out laughing, sliding off the steps of the trailer to the asphalt. Tyler broke into laughter with you, Dylan coming back with a smile on his face. Dylan jogged over, extending a hand to help you up, which you eagerly accepted.

His arm looped around your waist, tugging you close. He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your face. “So, was that Void enough for you yet?” He asked, his voice slightly dark and husky. His tone was arousing, your body trembling in his arms, sending waves of desire throughout your body.

Your hands rested on his biceps, giving them a light squeeze. “You’re getting there. Definitely more Void than before we started,” you replied, trying to put on the most seductive act you could. His arms tightened around you, his eyes twinging with a dark glint.

“Oh, I don’t like you being cheeky. You know that. If you start being bad now, Y/N, I might need to punish you later,” he mumbled, his lips nearly on yours. Your mind jumped back to practicing for the Stydia kiss, remembering how soft his lips were against yours. You never had intended on kissing him when you offered to help him practice, but the spur of the moment decision was the best decision of your life. It was beyond amazing, never leaving your mind afterwards, and, for a split second now, you wanted to know what they felt like again.

You backed away, reaching into the purse that was slung over your shoulder and pulling out the sunglasses that you were wearing that morning. Slipping them on his face, leaving them resting on his nose, you smiled up at him. “There. Now you’re even cockier. I mean, who in their right mind wears sunglasses at night?”

Dylan smirked, smacking your ass playfully before he walked away. “Only Void, baby!”

Tyler called Dylan over, giving him an odd look at the sunglasses on his face. “Why are you wearing sunglasses, Dyl?”

Dylan laughed, pushing them further up on the bridge of his nose. “Because I’m fucking Void. Got a problem with that?” He told Tyler, a smile on his face.

“Nope. It works, bro. It works.”

They resumed filming, but you couldn’t sit and watch. The way Dylan was acting set your body aflame. There was something about seeing him cocky and acting like a dick that was intriguing. You leaned on a trailer, watching Tyler holding a water bottle, Dylan approaching him from the side.

“Hey bro-“

Dylan smacked the water bottle from his hand, Tyler gawking at him. “What’s up bitch!” He turned back to Tyler, walking backwards a few steps. “Oh, was that your water? That sucks. Haha!” Dylan was stumbling in the background as they filmed Tyler fake crying, his arms spread wide. “Who wants my fucking autograph!”

“I hate Void Stiles so much,” Tyler cried walking away.

However, your eyes remained with Dylan. He stumbled to the ground, sunglasses still on his perfect face. You shuffled on your feet, watching the cocky male acting out, even when not on camera.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, rubbing your legs together. Sure, you always thought Dylan was handsome and funny. He honestly was one of your best friends because he was such a genuine person. Hell, you would even go as far as saying you had a tiny crush on him, trying to keep it under wraps ever since you kissed him in the locker room set for fear of ruining the relationship you had. But this side of him was something else.

It was attractive. It was sexy. It was making you horny beyond belief.

Indecent thoughts filled your head, thinking about him holding you tightly against him, your sweaty skin sticking to his. You wanted to feel his mouth against yours, his tongue fighting with against yours. You wanted his hands to roam your body, touching every intimate part you had, something very few had done, but there was that inkling that he would do it better than anyone in the past. You could vividly imagine how it would feel to have his giant cock buried inside you, moaning like you heard when you tucked him in on set.

Because yes, you heard him alright. He’s not quiet by any means. And who wouldn’t feel the erection he was sporting that day. You had feared mentioning it, not wanting to make things awkward, so you kept it in the back of your mind.

You broke from your thoughts when two arms wrapped around you from behind, the persons face burying in your neck. You jumped at their touch, turning just enough so see the tinted lens of the sunglasses covering Dylan’s darkened hazel eyes. He grinned, placing a kiss to your neck.

“What up, baby? What’s your fucking name?” he joked, continuing with his Void act. He wasn’t sure where the surge of confidence came from, but his arms burned against your skin, your baggy sweater riding up from his hug. His body pressed against yours, his cock pulsing in his pants from the close proximity. He wasn’t sure if you felt the growing bulge, but at this second, he didn’t mind or care if you found out. His confidence was at 200% because of this segment.

Your hands rested on his, nuzzling your cheek with his playfully. “I dunno. I kind of like you calling me baby.” You turned in his arms, licking your lips slowly. “I don’t think I need another name, unless you’re screaming it later,” you joked, a blush spreading on his cheeks. A laugh escaped your lips, breaking from his arms. “I’m joking, Dyl.” Or am I? “Let’s go. We have some scenes to get ready for.”

Dylan internally groaned, following close behind you. He ran a hand through his hair, entering his trailer for the next part of the segment. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he adjusted himself in his khakis and pulled his phone from his pocket, waiting to hear the knock on the door.

The knock came moments later, Dylan placing the phone to his ear as if he were talking to someone. “Hang on, hang on. It’s this fucking bitch I work with,” he said loudly, opening the trailer door to see you staring up at him. He fought to keep himself from collapsing at the sight of you, or vomiting from his overwhelming anxiety and embarrassment from calling you a bitch.

“Sorry, we’re ready for you whenever you are,” you told him, shuffling from the pool forming between your legs. Dylan stared down at you, a confident look on his face, pulling the phone from his ear.

“Oh, you’re ready for me?” You mumbled a small “yeah” at his words, Dylan giving a smug look. “Oh, that’s funny. That’s very funny. I’m not exactly ready for you so, um, take it easy.” The phone came back to his ear, turning away from you. His eyes drifted to you still as he talked, but he was glad they were shielded by the sunglasses you put on him. “Yeah, I’m sorry, just one sec.”

The sunglasses were ripped from his face, sending you a dark look that caused your heart to jump inside you, the erratic beating heard in your ears. “Yeah, you see these? I could fucking kill you. Now, get out of my sight.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, trying to keep your composure.

“You see these? Get out of my sight. Get out of my sight!”

You turned away, running a hand through your hair. Though it seemed like it was for the scene, it was more to break the gaze with Dylan you had, afraid you would launch yourself at him on the spot. “You held the radio wire to your mouth, mumbling into it. “It’s um. It’s gonna be another five to ten.”

Dylan cast you a look, you instantly telling him it’s alright. He placed the glasses on his face again, turning away to close the door. “Yeah, sorry about that. All right, what’s the offer? Well, if they don’t have a fucking offer, I don’t want it.”

The second the door clicked shut, you sighed in relief, attempting to relax. Your mind was reeling uncontrollably, your emotions and thoughts getting worse the longer you were near.

Dylan felt the same. He collapsed on his couch, taking a sip of the beer he left on his counter earlier. “Fuck, I can’t keep going on like this,” he mumbled to himself, ruffling his hair. “I either need to tell her and ruin what we have, fuck her and ruin what we have, or risk my dick exploding because all she does in turn me on. In all cases, I don’t win, because there is no way she will like me.”

If only he knew.

He walked out of his trailer, seeing you talking to the camera in the distance. On a whim, he decided to improvise. He walked closer, hearing you say, “He’s, um. He’s been a little on edge.”

“The hell you saying? The fuck you just say?”

Hearing his voice, you turned in the other direction, running off with a small curse. Dylan followed after you, out of the view of the camera. “Hey! Who’s on edge?”

“Nobody, nobody, nobody’s on edge!”

He trapped you against the trailer for a second, his face close to yours. His hands ran up and down your body, leaving it tingling. “Fuck,” he mumbled, the camera and microphone not picking it up. “Why are you so amazing?”

“Dylan,” you whispered unconsciously, your lips nearly on his. It felt, for just a second, like it was just you two. Like this was a cheesy romance movie and he would lean forward to kiss his princess. There was even a hint of lust in the air, you both ready to rip your clothes off and ride the night away in each other’s arms.

But it wasn’t as it seemed.

Dylan pulled away, scurrying around the trailer and fixing the sunglasses like always. “I’m not on fucking edge. I’m a fucking badass.”

You were at your final straw. You couldn’t keep going on like this. You sat on the ground against the trailer, sighing and asking yourself. “What do I do?”

You remained still for a while, finally deciding to find the others before they came to find you. You found them some ways away, Dylan stumbling to stand up, clutching Tyler by the shirt and… smelling him? He backed away, struggling to hold himself up on the railing of some stairs.

He began walking away, three simple words hitting your ears and solidifying every feeling you had that night. Three simple words told you that you needed to o something about this boy because he had officially driven you off the deep end. You needed him, and soon, even if it meant you couldn’t face him for a while.

“I FUCKING RULE!”

Dylan fell between some stairs, faking like he was throwing up and saying he was needing help. Tyler rushed to his side, a smile on your face as you knew what to do. You ran around the other trailers to see them.

“Oh my god. Okay, I found him. Come on, Dylan, we have to go.” You helped Tyler lift Dylan, the dead weight of the male more than you thought it would be. Must be all of that muscle you never see on him but know it’s there. You tried to convince him to “come to set to film this scene” but he wouldn’t listen.

Finally, you walked away, listening to the last bit of Tyler and Dylan’s skit.

“You changed man,” Tyler said, walking away. Is it wrong I like this side of him though? Was all you thought at Tyler’s words.

Dylan laid on the steps, breathing heavily. “I have to change wardrobe?” It went silent for a second, before you heard him continue, “The fuck you looking at? What the fuck you looking at?” A loud clang followed, ad you assumed he fell against the metal steps again before standing up.

“And, cut!”

The second you heard those words, you were off. You needed to get away, and out of sight before you tackled him in plain sight. So, you did the next best thing – slunk off to his trailer to wait for him to return. You mulled over the silent decision you made to approach him on this, unsure how you were actually going to talk to him.

What was the right action? Talk to him and confess the way you’ve been feeling for weeks? Tell him that you liked him since you kissed him out of thin air. Tell him you want more than friendship, even though you were his boss’ younger sister whom he was very protective of? Or, choose to say nothing. The second he walks through the door, attack him with your whole being. Show him a good time, and have him return it tenfold, assuming he was willing. Then, either act as if nothing happened tomorrow and move on or become awkward around each other.

You paced the length of his trailer, contemplating what to do, stopping only once to pilfer a beer from his fridge, popping the top off quickly. Taking a long swig of the bitter liquid, you ran a hand through your hair, letting out a frustrated groan. “Where is he? He should be here by now,” you grumbled, finally collapsing on the couch. “What do I even do when he gets here?”

The universe seemed to hear your cries, your ears picking up on the faint laughs of Dylan and Tyler as they walked back to Dylan’s trailer. “I’ll see you in a bit, Tpose!” Dylan called out, the handle of his trailer twisting under the weight of his hand, the door being pushed open slowly. He didn’t seem to notice you when he first entered, kicking off his black Nike shoes he was wearing that day. The sunglasses were still on his face, causing you to bite you lip slightly at the sexy look.

Dylan turned around after a second, spotting you settled into his couch, stopping in his tracks. He slowly took off the sunglasses on his face, his honey colored eyes wide. “U-um, Y/N? Hi. What are you doing here? You disappeared when we were done. I thought you left.”

You bit your lip, taking a sip of the beer and placing it on his table, standing slowly to strut over to him. Dylan took a step back for every step forward you took, his back finally finding a small dresser. The contents were knocked off the top as his hands attempted to find a way to keep him up, even his Mets hat falling to the ground. Your hands rested on his chest, your body acting on its own, wanting to embrace the Void Dylan you watched for the past two hours outside.

You guessed it decided on its own on the latter choice: act now, talk later.

Your finger traced small circles on his chest through his hoodie, looking up at him slowly, fluttering your lashes. “Well, Void, I have a problem,” you started slowly, Dylan licking his lips.

“Is it something I can help with?” He asked, trying to keep calm.

“Well, you see, I haven’t been the most pure person today. You see, I’ve been rather naughty to you, Dyl. I bothered you while you were on the phone because you had to come to set.”

Dylan shuffled against the dresser, sweating profusely in his hoodie. His khakis grew tighter from his growing cock, a low groan rolling off his tongue. “Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

You grinned, leaning up at him. “Don’t you remember, Dyl? You said if I was cheeky, you would have to punish me.” Your lips brushed against him softly, whispering against them. “So, I want you to punish me. Show me how Void you can be.”

Dylan’s eyes darkened with immediate arousal, pushing his lips against yours without a moment’s notice. Not that you minded, of course. His soft, sweet lips molded against yours perfectly, a spark running throughout your body multiple times. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you taut against him, fast, hot kisses shared between you. The sound of your kisses filled the trailer, your bodies hot against each other.

His tongue darted out, licking at your lips as if asking for entrance. You smiled into his kiss, denying him the access he desired. The man in front of you didn’t seemed to take that well, as he broke away from you, glaring down at you.

“Come on, baby. Why would you want to deny this?” He said, his tone exuding confidence. His hands slowly trailed down your back, grinning largely. “Don’t you want my tongue playing with yours? Or, maybe you just want to feel my hands all over your body instead,” he stated, his hands firmly grasping your ass through your jeans.

A squeal left your lips, though it was drowned out quickly by Dylan’s lips enveloping yours in a dominating kiss. His tongue bypassed your quickly, pressing against yours in a playful manner. Your eyes drifted closed, hands clenching his hoodie tightly, his hands relentlessly massaging at your ass cheeks. Any noise you released was lost in his throat, your pussy beginning to ache for the same attention he was showing your mouth and ass.

Your fingers fiddled with the zipper on the hoodie, tugging it down slowly. Dylan pushed off the dresser, backing you up further into the trailer, tugging off your baggy sweater you were wearing, almost ripping the loose fabric in his haste. His lips found yours again in a messier kiss, pushing the hoodie off his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor behind him.

He broke away abruptly, his hands on your waist. He guided you to the center of the trailer, giving you a strict look. “Stay right there.”

You grinned at him, gripping the bottom of his shirt before he left. “I will do whatever you want on one condition.” His eyebrow raised, questioning you silently. “Put the sunglasses back on.”

He couldn’t keep from smiling, nodding. “Who do you think I am?” He asked, placing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he collapsed on the couch, pulling the ripped gray shirt he wore on set over his head. He leaned back against the couch, one arm slung over the back, the over resting on his leg. His legs were spread apart widely, an obvious bulge in the crotch of his pants. “I’m fucking Void, baby. And Void wants you to strip for him.”

You bit your lip, shifting your weight between your feet. It had been a while since you had been with a guy, but being with the man you have been crushing on for weeks, if not longer without knowing it? Stripping for said man? He already rid you of your top, leaving you just in your bra and jeans, so what was the purpose of this? Your nerves were rattling inside you, but you fought them back, attempting to keep a calm demeanor.

“Whatever you want, baby,” you finally replied confidently. Your hips shifted as you ran your hands up and down your body, closing your eyes to focus on the task at hand. Your hands carefully ran through your hair, spin around to shake your ass at him. With your back to him, you unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor unforgotten.

Turning back to him, your heard Dylan grunt loudly. Curious as to why, your eyes cracked open, slowly absorbing the sight in front of you. In the time you were dancing for him and taking off your bra, he had unbuttoned his khakis, them and his boxers gathered at his knees. His hand was wrapped around his erect cock, jerking it gently between his digits. You could make out the red tip peeking out from his clenched hand, tidbits of precum seeping from the slit onto his stomach.

“Why’d you stop baby? Be a good girl and keep going,” he muttered, his voice deep and husky. You moaned, your hands fumbled, in a not so sexy manner, with the button your jeans. Wiggling your hips side to side, your jeans fell to the floor, kicked into the corner with the sandals on your feet. “Fuck, that’s right, baby. Show me what you got.”

You moaned quietly, your fingers brushing over your clothed heat. “Dyl, do you know how sexy you sound when you are like this?”

His hand moved faster, stroking his cock faster, loud grunts following his action. You assumed that was his response, knowing he knew full well what he was doing to you. You grinned, playing with the edges of your panties, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the pressure between them.

The chocolate-haired male glanced at you through half-lidded eyes, his hand never slowing around his cock. “Come on, baby. Panties. Off.”

You complied, letting the ruined, cotton fabric drop to the floor, leaving them abandoned and surely not missed. Your walked over to the hoodie he left on the floor, bending over to pick it up, intentionally giving Dylan a perfect view of your ass and pussy. He groaned louder than before, watching your juices leak from your core, your round ass amazing to him.

You looked at him over your shoulder, putting on your best sexy walk over to him and dropping the hoodie on his head. Dylan sighed noisily, letting go to pull the hoodie off his head. In the time he let go, you dropped to your knees between his, your fingers replacing his missing ones around his length.

The striped fabric was dropped onto the couch, Dylan staring down at you. “And what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, a cocky smile appearing on his face. All he got was a hum in response, your hand gently stroking his shaft. Your lips tenderly kissed at the tip, tongue swiping along the slit to taste his precum. His eyes remained focused on you slouching further into the couch. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good at this. But you should suck me if you’re gonna tease me.”

You hummed again, fully wrapping your lips around his tip. You heard him groan, his fingers tangling in your hair. He felt you smile around him, your tongue rubbing the tender spot on the head of his cock. His fingers curled tighter into your hair, nails scraping at your scalp, his body racking with spasms occasionally.

You began to bob your head quickly, your hand pumping what could fit in your mouth. Dylan’s hand in your hair partially guided your movements, his moans growing louder as he watched you. You traced along the prominent, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, your moan vibrating his cock.

“That’s right, baby,” he moaned, bucking his hips unconsciously against you. He missed the slight gagging sound you made at his action, his mind completely focused on the intense pleasure he was feeling. “You like sucking my cock, baby? You want me to cum for you?”

You nodded quickly, bobbing your head faster, burying your nose in the dark hairs at the base of his shaft. Dylan groaned at the deeper feeling, the hollowing of your cheeks tightening the feeling around him. The tip tapped at the back of your throat repeatedly, your moans released simultaneously. Dylan mumbled incoherently, his hips bucking forward again, his cock twitching against your cheeks.

Normally, you weren’t one to enjoy the taste of cum, opting out of the guy you were with at the time shooting his load into your mouth. But Dylan was different. Call it crazy, but you wanted nothing more than to feel his hot, slick cum sliding down your throat, warming your insides. And that was exactly what you got. A few deep bobs of the head and a few bucks of the hip and his eyes squeezed shut. Loads of cum spewed from his tip, straight down your throat, your insides burning with happiness at the salty sweet liquid waterfalling into your mouth.

You pulled away slowly, dribbles of cum dripping from your lips, your tongue swooping out to gather the lost bits quickly. Dylan looked down at you, his eyes shielded by the sunglasses, a wide smile on his face. “That felt really fucking good. But I think you can agree that we need more now.”

You stared up at him, biting at your lip, your mind wandering away. “Fuck you look good in my sunglasses. All I can think about is you bending me over and fucking me while just wearing those and your hoodie,” you stated bluntly, blushing when you realized you said that out loud. “Fuck. Shit. I mean…”

Dylan grasped your arms, helping you stand with him, lacing his lips on yours. The kiss was more passionate than the ones prior, your legs growing weak. He pulled away, lips brushing with yours as he talked. “Well, let’s make that a reality then. Bend over for me, baby.”

He spun you around, taking a second to kick off his pants and boxers, and sliding the striped hoodie back onto his body. He left it unzipped, wide open, sunglasses on his face. It would have been a perfect time to selfie with him if he wasn’t about to fuck you into oblivion. With a simple shove of the hand against your back, your hands pressed to the plush couch, your ass sticking out for Dylan.

He rubbed his hand against your ass, smacking it so a loud sound resonated throughout the trailer. A moan fell from your lips, Dylan chuckling at the noise. He slapped your other ass cheek, relishing in hearing the noises you let out. Your nails clawed at his couch, small shreds getting caught under them.

“You like that, baby?” He taunted, watching you nod your head. He grasped his cock, stroking it a few times to make sure he was hard before sliding it through your folds. “Well, you’re going to like this a lot more.”

His hips jolted forward, his length smoothly sliding inside you thanks to your copious amounts of juices that had leaked out. Moans fell from you both, Dylan locking his fingers on your waist, stilling himself inside you when he bottomed out. His shaft throbbed against your walls, every tiny pulse or twitch causing your walls to clench around him.

“Dyl, why are you so big?” you asked, referring to the length and girth of his cock. He was definitely larger than anyone you had ever been with. He filled you to the brim, your bodies combining in perfect harmony.

“I’m just that good, baby,” he mumbled, beginning to pull out slowly. You trembled at the rub against your sensitive walls, Dylan shoving himself back in with one shot when he was nearly freed. He repeated this process, his fingers digging into your sides.

“Faster, Dyl. Please, harder,” You whined at him, glancing back at his smile. Though his eyes were covered, you could see the shine they held, knowing he was enjoying this. His fingers dug into your waist, that pace of his hips bucking into yours quickening. The sound of slapping skin filled the small confines of the trailer, mixing with the growing volume of your moans.

Dylan grunted loudly, thrusting himself into you as fast as he could. He pulled your hips back to meet his thrusts, allowing the tip to tap your sweet spot continuously. Every time he touched it, your body shook, each one more violent than the last. Dylan felt you tremble under his fingers, your walls convulsing around him occasionally. You were tight to begin with, but every rough thrust he gave you, you grew tighter, hugging him close.

“Fucking hell, baby. You’re so tight. Are you close?” He mumbled lowly. You couldn’t muster an answer, a light scream of his name released instead. “Holy fuck, that was amazing. Do that again.” He pulled you against his more, his foot propping itself up on the couch to give him a different angle to thrust at. Your back arched, ass perking up against his pelvis, allowing him to pound away as much as he wanted at your bruised and battered pussy.

He smacked your ass a few times as he pounded into you, the sting resonating throughout your being, amplifying the pleasure that was already present. You couldn’t think straight, your body practically shutting down under the overwhelming feeling he was giving you. Your eyesight was beginning to spot, your body uncontrollably spasming, your pussy closing around him.

You barely registered it when it happened. You faintly heard Dylan groan behind you, his pace picking up slightly when you came around him. Your fluids splattered around him, walls tightening around him repeatedly. His cock became slick from your release, easily gliding in and out of your tight walls. You moaned his name loudly.

Dylan stilled suddenly inside you, taking the chance to push the sunglasses back up on his nose, the frames having started slipping off in his wild thrusting. His cock was pulsing ferociously, almost at that point that he was going to shoot ever drop of sperm inside you. But he wasn’t ready to cum again.

He needed more.

He pulled out of you as your relaxed, dropping himself onto the couch. You straightened yourself as best as you could, your legs weak from your orgasm. Your gaze landed on the talented actor you had feelings for, the hoodie spread wide open, giving a perfect view of his toned chest, a patch of hair adorning his flawless skin, though not hiding the mole above his right nipple. The one mole reminded you of the moles you had memorized along his cheeks throughout the fears, giving him a picture-perfect appearance. He had this strip of hair down his faint ab lines, leading to the giant cock that stood proudly, wet and glistening from your own juices.

He pat his lap, tugging you by the hand a moment later so you straddled him. He probed your entrance, biting at his lip to suppress his moans. You smiled, noticing his short action. You shifted atop him, using one hand to align him with you completely, sliding down until he was completely sheathed in your pussy.

You rolled your hips against his quickly, not needing to take time to adjust to his large size this time. The male under you just groaned, hips jerking up to meet yours. His hands held your waists, guiding you on top of him, his cock sliding into you as godly speeds.

He leaned back as far as he could, glancing down between your sweaty bodies to watch him disappear inside you, emerging coated in more and more juices. His eyes slowly trailed up your body, watching your naked breasts bounce with your thrusts, your nipples perky and ripe for sucking. He stared at your face for a second, noting your eyes clenched shut, bottom lip between your teeth, light moans slipping out between your pants.

He released your waist, taking your arms and wrapping them around his neck. Your nails instantly dug into his skin, raking long red scratched down his back in pleasure. Dylan took the chance to lean forward, lips wrapping around your nipple, carefully kissing at it hardened peak as they bounced. His hand flew to the other breast, massaging it between his skilled fingers and tweaking at the bud. Your eyes rolled back in delight, his tongue lapping at the perky bud, tugging at it with his teeth and lips.

“Shit, Dyl,” you mewled, releasing his shoulders to grip his face and pulling it from your chest. The sunglasses shifted awkwardly on his nose, giving you a view of his darkened eyes. “God, your eyes are still so beautiful. I like you way more than I ever thought I would,” you mumbled without thinking, leaning forward to crash your lips to his.

Dylan never thought, in a million years, he would hear you say that. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the moment, or if it was because your truly liked him, but at this moment, he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was being with you right now, pleasing you. Then, when all is said and done, he would confess the crush he had on you for years.

His lips enveloped yours instantly, taking control of the kiss, pushing u into you. Your bodies pressed deeply into each other, never ceasing the movements between them. Arousal coursed through your veins, ending in your groins, the feelings swapping between his pulsing cock and your tight pussy. Your tongues tangled in harmony, neither of you wanting this to end.

Dylan’s lips didn’t leave yours, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub rough circles on your clit. His skin was smooth, but his touch was coarse, rubbing faster circles on the swollen nub, tracing the letters of his name. Your noises were lost between his lips, not that either of you cared.

A shiver ran down your spine, knowing you were nearing your end for the second time that night. You pulled from his lips, your breathing increasing, Dylan smiling up at you. He ripped the glasses from his nose, dropping them on the cushion beside him, allowing him to stare directly into your eyes instead of behind the tinted lenses. No words were shared, just Dylan’s arms wrapping around you and hugging your body close.

You orgasm rocked your body, traveling into his unknowingly. Your juices flowed freely around him, soaking into every pore along his shaft, causing him to pulsing excitedly. Your back arched you closer to him, toes curling into the nothingness of air. Your noses brushed against each other, pants hitting your faces from the other. Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the feeling of your orgasm and his tip twitching into your g-spot.

Dylan groaned, lifting you off him, leaving you on his lap. His fingers wrapped around his cock, fisting it twice before he, too, came somewhat violently. Strings of his hot, white cum sewed from the tip, landing in various spots on his stomach and chest. He moaned loudly, his body jerking with his release. He was sure, in his mere twenty-two years, he had never had a better orgasm.

His body calmed, yours leaning forward into his and resting your head on his shoulder. Your nose buried into his neck, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne. You didn’t care if he had his release on his body and it was smearing on yours. You just wanted to be near him.

“Did you mean it?” he asked quietly. His hand reached up to pet your hair, your body relaxing into his light touch. “Did you mean it when you said you liked me?”

You jumped back, a dark red blush spreading across your face. “I-I said that?”

“You did,” he chuckled, one hand reaching up to rest on your cheek. His fingers skimmed across your skin, leaving it tingling. “I’m really hoping you meant it, because I like you too. So, so much. You have no idea.”

You blinked, locking eyes with the handsome man of your affection. “Really?”

He nodded, leaning up to peck your lips before he spoke. “I have for years. You’re always on my mind. But I’ve never had the balls to say anything because I was afraid you didn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to lose my best friend because I had feelings for her. Intense feelings. Like, so intense, I’m pretty sure it borderlines on love at this point. And I’m still worried that you’re too good for me and-“

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. His breathing slowed, relaxing into your action. When you pulled away, Dylan licked at his lips, seeing the faint smile on your lips. “You’re rambling, Dyl. You’re back to being the awkward turtle I know and love.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on his neck. “But I really liked Void Dyl, too. You can bring him out more often in bed. He could demand anything of me and I would willingly do it. Because, fuck, you are sexy when you are cocky and in control.”

“I think we can do that,” he laughed, stopping seconds later. “Wait, more often in bed? Like, doing this again?”

You bit your lip, nodding. “Well, I figured that you like me, and I like you. Why not like each other together?”

“Are,” he started, cocking his head cutely, “are you asking me out?”

“Maybe I am,” you replied cheekily, pressing your lips to his in another short kiss. “Only if you want, of course.”

“If I want? Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of calling you my girlfriend? Fuck, I would never have sex again if that meant we could be together.”

“Well, good thing you don’t have to,” you joked. “I kind of need your dick after tonight. You’re a little too good to not have every day.”

“Ugh, I love you already. Please marry me,” he said, half joking and half serious. You just smiled, hugging him close, nuzzling into his neck again. You both sat in silence, Dyl running his fingers up and down your back, your breathing in sync. This was a perfect moment and nothing could ruin it. It was just you, your boyfriend, and his cum coating your bodies.

Till a knock sounded from the door. You both pulled apart, Dylan’s eyes widening. “Fuck! Shit. I was supposed to meet Tyler at his trailer a half hour ago,” he said, moving you onto the couch and grabbing some tissues, cleaning himself quickly after he glanced at the time. “We were going out for drinks. Ugh, he’s going to kill me.”

He handed you some tissues, turning on his heel to run around gathering all your clothes. You watched his cute ass peeking out from the bottoms of his hoodie rush to gather all the loose articles of clothes, stripping the hoodie off to put on a fresh shirt from his closet. You cleaned the sticky mess on your skin, slowly getting dressed, ignoring the throb from your pussy.

You clipped your bra, adjusting the straps when Dylan rushed over, placing a quick kiss to your lips. “I love you, baby. I will call you later,” he said quickly, rushing towards the door. He stopped before he opened it, glancing at you. “Um…”

“It’s fine. I love you too, Dyl.”

He smiled, opening the trailer door. Posey was sitting on the steps opposite his, playing on his phone. “Ty, I’m so sorry,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “I uh… I lost track of time.”

“Because you were busy fucking someone?” Tyler joked, Dylan blushing. “I’m scarred for life, Dyl. I never knew a girl could scream so loud for you. Who was it anyway?”

“Um, it was um…” He paused, tugging at his collar as he grew warm. “Y/N.”

Tyler’s eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No fucking way. You finally got your dream girl?” Dylan nodded, Tyler jumping up to bro hug him. ‘Congrats dude! I’m so proud of you! Are you dating now or was it a one night stand?”

“Thanks, dude. We are dating, for your information. She asked me out, surprisingly. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve dreamed of this for years now.”

Tyler nodded, speaking up quietly. “How is Jeff going to handle this when he finds out?”

Dylan’s eyes widened at his words, groaning and covering his face. “Fuck. Ty,” he started, whispering the end, “I just fucked my boss’s sister. I’m so boned if he finds out.”

Tyler didn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the trailer door shutting upon your departure. You slowly descended the stairs, glancing at the boys. “I will take care of Jeff tomorrow. Don’t worry boys.” You turned to Dylan, kissing him fully on the lips. “You should stop by later. So we can… talk some more about this relationship,” you whispered slyly, Tyler smirking at Dylan’s flushed face. You glanced at Tyler, smiling. “See you tomorrow, Tpose.”

You turned on your heel, sending them a wink as you began strutting away. Dylan watched you shake your ass as you walked away, groaning as his began straining in his pants again. “Dude,” Tyler began, leaning on him. “Are you going to let that get away right now? Also, damn, why is she so cool right now?”

Dylan didn’t reply, both boys hearing you call out jokingly. “Because I fucking rule!”

Dylan groaned, knowing you were saying that because of his Void act. “Fuck. That was hot,” he mumbled to himself. He pat Tyler’s hands on his shoulders, not looking away from you. “I’m gonna have to take a rain check. I have some… prior commitments.”

Tyler laughed, shoving the flustered man in the direction of his girlfriend. “Go get her, tiger.”

Dylan didn’t say anything, just cast him a thankful look before taking off after you. Tyler watched Dylan’s arms wrap around your waist, leaning down to kiss your cheek as you left together, fingers entwining together. He smiled, knowing his friends were finally happily together.

“I might hate Void Stiles, but I love Void Dylan,” he mumbled to himself, heading to his truck.