#where stuff is still happening but it doesnt feel like its moving at all

[mmyashas]

i think......we need another qsmp event like the eggs were people are motivated to join but arent forced to ............... 🤔 ... a bit of a #Cool Event...... but if anything itll be after new years (maybe a week after?)

Or new players

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sharing the bed with various CRP characters 1/2

Same song and dance as the cuddling post! If theres any characters you want to see, let me know! If theres also any specific scenarios you want to see dont hesitate to drop them, love doing these kinds of posts

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Puppeteer

Notes: Reader is GN, can be seen as romantic or platonic

CWs: mentions of blood but it's nothing huge, better safe than sorry though

Slenderman

He hardly ever crawls into bed with you, on nights where he is with you he tends to linger in the corner- or if you insist, he will take a seat on the foot of your bed if you feel the first was.. creepy.. not that this solution is any better- he is never going to lay down, thus, with a broken heart I have to give him the first rating of 1/10, with his only saving grace that he will protect you should anything happen

Splendorman

Unlike his fellow slenderbeing, Splendor is more than willing to crawl into bed and try to lay with you! It's a bit of a tight fit, though, even with him manipulating his body as small as it can get... it can get a little uncomfortable, unfortunately. And spirit can only make someone so comfortable.. 3/10

Eyeless Jack

I personally headcanon that hes on the shorter side- 5'5 to 5'7, so thankfully space isnt an issue! He runs cold, so if the nights are hot hes a good option for a cuddle buddy! But how is he in his sleep? He sleeps like a rock- he doesnt move or shift around all that much so you're unlikely to be disturbed! He.. does snore, though, or at least that's what it loosely is. Its more like gurgling due to any of his gripping goo getting into his throat- not a good noise.. will wake up coughing and spluttering.. 5/10, a pretty average sleeping experience

Laughing Jack

He doesnt need to sleep and he can only pretend sleep for so long before he gets antsy- it takes him a while to understand that you need your sleep and how much you need. He doesnt mind staying in bed and cuddling with you to pass the time- hes very large, warm, and comfy so it's not a terrible set up! Sometimes pretends sleep, complete with a fake snore. A little big for the bed at I feet tall, and sometimes snatches the blanket to fully sell the "fake sleep" thing as well as rag dolling on you 6/10

Masky

He doesnt sleep around you, it's just a little quirk of his that he doesnt let his guard down at all- he doesnt exactly distrust you but its.. complicated. Hesitant when you offer to let him crawl into bed with you, he's rather fond of the little perch hes made in the corner of your room, but you cannot deny that he looks like a sleep paralysis demon to your fuzzy sleepy brain. Still as a corpse in bed, WILL yank the blanket back if you steal it in your sleep 7/10 not very disruptive otherwise

Hoodie

Will crawl into bed with you and get up close to you, loves pulling you close to him during the night. Falls asleep after you do, though he probably watches you in your sleep... smells like wet leaves and mulch 7.5/10, he let's you take his hoodie sometimes or even just crawl into it with him. Does not give a shit if it gets stretched out he can always get another one. Sleeps between you and the door to the bedroom

Jeff

Heavy sleeper and he snores loud, so good luck with that. Probably also a blanket thief. Bounces between staying up all night or falling asleep the second he hits the bed- really it depends on what hes been up to... at least he usually has the manners to take his bloodstained hoodie off before crawling into your bed.. probably kicks in his sleep.. 4/10

Puppeteer

Very hard and very cold, and I don't think he would need to sleep but can if he desires. Wants to be the one cuddled, just make sure to bundle up with some extra blankets so you can stay warm! Doesnt snore but you can hear his joints creak with each movement- you know, puppet stuff.. 5/10, not terrible but not spectacular

[its-avalon-08]

ADORE UR ANGST! Can you do a lando norris x y/n where lando is upset with y/n because she wasnt listening when he was ranting about something that happened. He feels annoyed. Y/N doesnt know why he's upset but then she realises. she tries to apoligise

can i just say i love it when y/n messes up, because writing reader groveling is my guilty pleasure <3 thanks anon

look up from your fucking phone (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - alot of fighting, y/n is being annoying, angst, fluffy ending

Lando slammed the apartment door shut, the echo bouncing off the bare walls of their new place in Monaco. He threw his helmet on the couch, the familiar orange a stark contrast to the simmering red of his mood.

"Y/N, did you see that?!" he yelled, stomping towards the kitchen.

Y/N was hunched over the counter, phone glued to her ear, a frown etched on her face. "Ugh, why won't this load?..." she trailed off, finally noticing Lando's stormy entrance.

"Didn't you see what Yuki pulled out there?!" Lando practically exploded. "That dive bomb into Turn 12? I could've been wiped out!"

Y/N finally peeled her phone away from her ear. "Yeah, I saw it. Sounds scary," she said, her voice flat. She scrolled through her phone again, a picture of a cupcake taking center screen.

Lando's anger intensified. "Scary? Y/N, it was reckless! He could've ruined both our races!" He gestured wildly with his gloved hands. "And all he gets is a five-second penalty? That's a joke!"

Y/N sighed, a sound of exasperation that sent a fresh wave of irritation through Lando. "Look, I'm sure you'll bounce back. Maybe get some revenge on him next race?" She offered a tight smile, her eyes still glued to the phone.

Lando felt a knot tighten in his chest. "That's it? No 'are you okay?' No 'that was a dirty move?'" His voice dropped to a low growl. "Don't you even care?"

Y/N finally looked up, startled. "Of course I care, Lando! I just... I had a really stressful day too, okay?" She gestured vaguely at the phone. "Work stuff."

The knot in Lando's chest unraveled, replaced by a hollow ache. "Right," he muttered, his voice devoid of its usual spark. "Work stuff is always more important than your boyfriend getting wrecked on the track, apparently."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Hey, that's not fair! I wouldn't say that." She reached out a hand, but Lando flinched away.

"Just forget it," he said, his voice tight. "I need a shower."

He stormed past her, the slam of the bathroom door echoing through the apartment. Y/N stared after him, the phone clattering to the counter with a forgotten thud. The file which had now loaded mocked her from the screen.

Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She'd been so caught up in her own problems, she hadn't realized Lando was having a terrible day. Shame washed over her as she remembered his frustrated yells, his need for support.

She jumped up, rushing to the bathroom door. "Lando, wait!" she called out, her voice laced with panic. "I'm so sorry, I was just..."

Silence.

She tried the knob, but it wouldn't budge. He must've locked it. Lando, who never locked the bathroom door. A cold dread filled her.

He was mad. Really mad. And it was all her fault.

The silence stretched on for what felt like hours. Dinner, usually a time for shared laughter and stories, was a tense affair. Y/N cooked Lando's favorite pasta dish, but it sat untouched on the table, growing cold beside her untouched plate. Every time she stole a glance at the bathroom door, a knot tightened in her stomach.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she cleared her throat. "Lando," she began tentatively, "I know you're upset, and I just wanted to say again that I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been on the phone. I was just..."

The clatter of the bathroom door slamming shut cut her off. Lando stormed into the living room, his face a mask of fury.

"Just what?" he spat out, his voice raw with emotion. "Just another bad day at work for you? Don't you get it, Y/N? Today was a nightmare! Yuki nearly took me out, the car felt off the entire race, and to top it all off, the media keeps hounding me about missing out on the podium."

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "And you," he pointed a finger at her, his voice cracking, "you weren't even there for me. You were too busy with your stupid phone to even see how much I was fucking hurting."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "Lando, I-"

He cut her off again, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that ripped at her heartstrings. "No, Y/N! You don't get to talk now. I had the worst fucking day of my life, and your sorry does. not. fix. that. You listening to me, maybe even caring, might have. But you weren't there. And frankly, right now, I don't even know if you care at all."

He stormed past her, grabbing his helmet from the couch. "I'm going for a drive. Don't wait up." The slam of the front door echoed through the apartment, leaving Y/N standing alone in the cold, sterile silence. Tears streamed down her face, a silent apology echoing in the empty room. She had messed up, badly. And now, she had to find a way to fix it, even if it meant facing Lando's anger and rebuilding the trust she had so carelessly shattered.

Lando's car tore down the familiar winding roads, the roar of the engine a poor substitute for the roar of frustration in his chest. Tears, hot and angry, blurred his vision as he navigated the steep climb towards his favorite spot - the very same hill where he'd asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.

"Stupid phone. Stupid fucking Yuki. Stupid me," he muttered under his breath, slamming the car into park with more force than necessary. He stormed out, the cool night air doing little to quell the fire burning inside him.

He reached the familiar crest of the hill, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds below. It was supposed to be a place of peace, a place where he could clear his head. But tonight, it was a stark reminder of everything he'd lost.

"Why couldn't you have listened to me Y/N," he growled, the words catching in his throat. He sat down on the familiar patch of grass, burying his head in his hands. A choked sob escaped his lips, the sound harsh and raw in the quiet night.

Suddenly, a soft voice broke through his despair. "Lando?"

He looked up, startled, to see Y/N standing hesitantly before him. She was holding a basket overflowing with snacks, drinks, and a familiar fluffy blanket. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face etched with worry and regret.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hoarse. His anger hadn't quite subsided, but it was overshadowed by a wave of surprise.

"I followed you," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She set the basket down beside him cautiously, the woven handles creaking softly. "I know you needed some space, but I couldn't just stay there. I had to try and fix this."

Lando hesitated, then gestured towards the spot beside him. Y/N sat down, her gaze fixed on the glittering cityscape. Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Finally, Y/N reached out, placing a hand tentatively on his arm.

"Lando, I'm so, so sorry. There's no excuse for my behavior today. You were having a terrible day, and I completely ignored you. It was selfish and insensitive, and I hurt you. And for that, I am truly sorry."

Lando flinched, a tear rolling down his cheek. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and longing. "I just... I needed you, Y/N. Today was one of those days when everything felt like it was going wrong. And all I wanted was for you to be there for me, to listen, to just be you."

Y/N's hand tightened on his arm. "I understand now. And believe me, I was there in spirit. Every time you yelled, every time you slammed the door, it broke my heart a little more. But I was so caught up in my own problems, I didn't even see how much you were hurting."

She squeezed his arm gently. "Please, Lando. Let me try to make it up to you. Let's stay here, talk, share some snacks." She gestured towards the basket with a small, hopeful smile. "Maybe then we can face tomorrow together."

Lando looked from her hopeful face to the inviting spread in the basket. A flicker of his old smile played on his lips. He sighed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Alright, Y/N. Snacks and talking it out sound pretty good right now."

As they settled under the blanket, the city lights twinkling around them, they began to talk. Lando poured out his frustrations about the race, Yuki, and the media. Y/N listened intently, offering words of encouragement and understanding. They reminisced about better races, laughed at silly inside jokes, and slowly, the rift between them began to heal.

The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, a silent promise to communicate better in the future. As Lando pulled into their driveway, he turned to Y/N, a genuine smile warming his face.

"Thanks for coming after me, Y/N." He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. "I love you."

Y/N smiled back, her heart overflowing with relief. "I love you too, Lando. And next time, I'm chucking the phone into the bin."

[amoressb]

☆ LOWKEY

pairings : childhood bsf!riki x reader ; friends to lovers

synopsis : in which you and riki have been best friends since you guys were in kindergarten. youre both now in your last year of high school and with all that time together, people would think that you guys were bound to end up falling for each other, right? well, that seems to only be the case for riki. hes fallen in love with you after all this time, especially since you guys tend to flirt constantly, but he knows you dont feel the same. right? either way, he doesnt want to risk losing you so he tries to keep his love for you on the lowkey. will it work?

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hes making moves

smau + written

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putting his phone away, he focused on getting to school. he was only 3 minutes away anyways. he couldnt believe he woke up late even with having his alarm put on. hes heartbroken he couldn’t walk you to school or your first class but he can walk you to the rest so he guesses its fine.

on the way, he started thinking of where hes gonna take you today. “oo i should buy her some flowers, that would be good first hint right??” he thought. either way even if it wasnt a good hint, he was still gonna buy you flowers. maybe moves will happen naturally but theres one thing he wants to make sure he does at the end of their ‘date’. he couldnt stop smiling at the thought.

making his way to class, he spots you through the doors window. you looked so pretty all focused on the teacher and making sure youre taking notes. he started feeling butterflies in his stomach just by looking at you and also remembering hes gotta ask you out.

entering class, he makes his way quietly to his seat next to you. turning over, you spot riki placing his stuff down and getting out things he needed. he turned to you with a smile and you both said hi at the same time which caused you both to start giggling quietly. “i already took notes so ill just give them to you after school okay?” you look over at him only to see him staring at you. “what?” you chuckle confused looking away for a second. “hm? oh nothing um about after school, i was wondering if you wanted to go out?” he rubs his hand on the back of his neck. he seems nervous? “yeah of course!” you smile. “okay perfect ill pick you up at your house then by 4?” he questions. “yeah ill be ready!” you nod.

“btw since we’re gonna go out, ill give you what i was gonna give you when you come pick me up” you grin. “aw cmon why not now” he sulks moving closer. “nope itll stay a little surprise till then” you look away cheekily smiling. he just moved closer to you and continues begging for you to give him the little gift. “riki-“ you were interrupted by the teacher calling out you and his name. “ni-ki y/n, do i need to separate you two..again?” he looks at you two with a straight face already used to you two goofing around with each. “no sir” you both say at the same time and once the teacher turns away you both turn to each other giggling like little kids. just get together already..

coming out if the flower shop, now on his way to your house, riki was getting more and more nervous about how the rest of the day could play out. would you enjoy the day? could something go wrong? he knows he shouldnt worry as he know thats what you always tell him. today will go perfect and hopefully by the end of it he could have given enough hints that he likes love you.

the plan for today was to take you to a little cafe he knows you wanted to go to then maybe an arcade? then end off the night with just a night walk near the lake and look at the city lights then take you home. oh he couldnt wait he was genuinely so excited but still slightly nervous of course.

riki was now standing in front of your door. he took a deep breath and rung your doorbell. putting the flowers in front of his face and once you opened the door you said his name in a confuse yet excited manner, “riki?!” he moved the flowers to the side and his head to the other side and smiled widely. “hi pretty, these are for you m’lady” he hands you the flowers bowing a little and that makes you let out a chuckle at his actions. “aaand these are for you handsome” you said taking out the spiderman keychain you had bought him the other day and hand it to him with a smile. “i bought it the day i hung out with jake and look were matching now!” you bring out your matching keychain attached to you bag. “i love you.” riki let out on accident in a daze. “what.?” you look at him confused genuinely not hearing what he said. “huh oh nothing i said nothing haha..” he quickly realized what he did and tried to play it off which worked. “anyways um lets go yeah?” he points behind him. you nod and he starts leading the way.

after a couple of minutes, you guys finally arrived to the cafe. once there, you both order your drinks and whatever you wanted to eat and went to go sit down. you guys started talking about some things as well as what you think your plans will be for winter break next week. but what you didnt notice was the gaze riki had on you the whole time. honestly you thought he was just really into what you were saying and just letting you talk and he nodded from time to time taking sips from his drinks. in reality riki was hearing you..he was just more focused on you. all around being the ‘you can talk my ear off’ kind if guy as long as he can just hear and look at you the whole time. ever since he started realizing his feeling, its been harder to look away from your beauty. this opportunity right now gave him time to really take it in. you couldnt tell but he was looking at you with nothing but love and adoration.

you guys finished up at the cafe and started making your way to the arcade. it was nice that it was all walking distance, so it gave you more time to really be with each other, as if you guys arent always with each other. at the arcade, you guys had an absolute blast. although for the most part riki won most, if not all the games, but like i said you had fun. what was really cute, was the dedication he had to get you this one specific stuffed animal you wanted. after many tries and lots of quarters, he finally got it and handed it to you. “for my beautiful girl” he handed it to you the same way he handed you the flowers and this made your face heat up a bit. all this name calling was doing something to you but you being oblivious to everything, you brushed it off.

now you guys were just walking around the lake taking in the sights when you feel something grab your hand. you look to your side and see that it was not other than riki. this action that he did made your cheeks heat up even more. thank goodness it was dark outside, so he couldnt catch your face looking like what it was. even though your heart was beating like crazy on the inside, on the outside, you make sure to look calm and collected and continued to take the view. riki on the other hand, couldnt bear to look over to you. worried youre looking at him in a weird way. this was part of his ideas anyway, but actually doing it, he felt his heart jump out of his chest. eventually he turned over to you just to see you calm and looking over the lake. how are you so calm? hes feeling all giddy inside and you? how was he going to do what he was going to do next if this is how hes feeling by just holding your hand?

still hand in hand, making your way home was sad for both of you. you both didnt want the night end. both making their way to your door, riki pulled on your hand gently to make you turn to him. “i had a really fun time with you today and i hope we can do it again soon like this. yk not like I usual hang outs” he states using his other hand to rub the back of his neck. “yeah me too. i loved it. it was very relaxing” you smiled swaying the hand that was holding onto his slightly. “im gonna get going now. msg when you get home okay?” you state. “okay i will” and right there is when riki took his chance and leaned in to give you a simple yet sweet kiss on the cheek. “goodnight pretty” he smiles at you sweetly and begrudgingly lets go of your hand and starts walking away. “goodnight riki” you yell a bit, finally after you stood in shock for a second. your face was so red people would think its because of the cold but no. it was all riki, that..cute..sweet boy named..riki. you smiled softly at the thought.“i just did that omg” riki thought. he honestly couldnt be more proud of himself. he couldnt believe he stayed calm after doing all that because in reality his knees felt weak. he might just drop right then and there. overall he thinks he did pretty good. he went home with the biggest smile on his face. he hopes to be able to do this again.

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[hailthedoll]

Hiiii i love your blogs i’ve been following gaga for AT LEAST a year now and i’m so happy your back! Could you write a NSFW Euronymous hc? Anything NSFW please i'm needy.

✭ euronymous nsfw headcannon ✭

i love you so much for one requesting and two following my page for that long. thanks bitch<3 PSA, if you do not support or agree with my post or feel the need to leave a hateful/judgemental comment kindly fuck off and move on. with much love-knotty<<<333

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im gonna say this flat out, i feel like he lowkey is childish with stuff like this

like giggly

a friendly reminder euronymous and øystein are the same person with different personalities

so øystein

this man was BLUSHING the first couple times he saw you naked

then that turned into just staring at you in awe and he hasn't really stopped doing that since

hes gentle

hes more of a giver than a receiver imo

its easier for him to finish than it is for you and he knows this

so making you more so of a priority in his mind is the obvious choice

he wants to make sure you're okay and it feels good for you before he worries about himself

but when he does worry about himself this man is vocal

not necessarily dirty talk

more so like quiet moans, whispers, small grunts and sighs

he loves head tho

when he gets head those are the moments where he can be GREEDY

he pushes your head down, you choke

"shit sorry"

and then the motherfucker will do it again

i see him being very much into missionary

he wants to see you

how you react to things

how you're feeling

the look on your face tells him what he needs to be doing

he will go down whenever

for however long

if it takes all day he's got time

he enjoys it

is it the taste? is it your body twitching under him? is it your moans?

he doesnt know, but its addicting

and he's got that "nobody else makes you feel this way" or "nobody else can make you sound like this" attitude

that really gets him feeling some sort of way

he will practically beg for you to sit on his face

a million pleases until you say yes

and its like he's more excited for it than you are

him praising you

AGAIN not in a dirty talk way but more like

"you look so beautiful" while you are FOLDED

definitely would keep a polaroid of you(iykwim) in his wallet, hidden behind some cash or maybe behind a more appropriate picture of you

possessive in a doesn't want a threesome way

like doesn't want anybody touching you or seeing you the way he does

he absolutely loves to show you off and brag about you to everyone and hear people compliment you but he would never let it go past that

pre show sex

it may take some convincing or teasing him to get him to actually do it in public but after the first time he is all for it everytime

after show sex

if this man is wanting to fuck you after a show, he is still in this mindset where he isnt øystein, hes euronymous

and if that's case you're getting a cocky motherfucker

hes high on adrenaline

he just spent a solid what hour? two hours? listening to people cheer for him

like yeah this mans ego is FED

this is the time he'd be more aggressive

more vocal

yes ACTUALLY dirty talk

PRAISING

he is still more focused on you than himself but its closer to 50/50 than what it normally is

i think his actions are based on your likes

if you like your hair being pulled itll more likely happen when he's in this mindset where isn't himself and he's this persona

because øystein is worried about hurting you

not saying he wouldnt

im just saying its more likely when you get him out of the mindset of you being like this person he wants to love and protect

lets face it, he is a small man

he is not tall and he is not big nor buff

in his eyes hes like your protector

hes the man in the relationship

or the masculine(?) one

and that's just nature for him

so hurting you?

is the LAST thing he wants to do to you

ok aftercareeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

at home he's gonna cling to you

hug you, hold you, kiss you

you ever seen that picture where he was staring at the bird

did you see the way that man was staring at that bird?

you're the bird.

thats how that man stares at you

softly smiling, his eyes full of love

would probs just have you fall asleep in his arms

if you are not home

sly looks

smirks and grins coming your way

little whispers commenting about what y'all just did

and how nobody knows what just happened

like a proud moment

like yeah we did that

he'd kiss you a couple times

hold your hand

or just stare at you and smile

no matter who he is in that moment that man is GEEKING

HE just did the deed with YOU

how did he get so lucky

[b-lossm]

•*+Jonny+*•

Cait x reader [Anget->fluff]

Synopsis: She always said you where above the girls she snuck into her room, then why wont she put a label on the two of you?

ooc Cait i think but like I didnt know how to finish this

"God I'm loosing my mind" you mumble to yourself as you prime a canvas, for a date night that might not even happen. 'what's the point' you think while putting your stuff away, you planned a nice date night for you and Cait, but now your just questioning if she even loves you like you assume she does, I mean- actions do speak louder then words.. right?

When Caitlyn eventually arrives, coming in through your window because due to her status, nobody really knows about your 'relationship'- well your dog knows but he doesnt count.

"Hey Princess" she hugs and kisses you softly, hiding something behind her back "Hey Cait.." you say awkwardly, mind still dwelling on how she might not love you "Oh Princess? what's wrong?" she places your surprise down on your bed and hugs you comfortingly. Your lip starts to quiver "I-- I feel like m' crazy because" you hesitate, she rubs your back and traces shapes into your side "hey you can tell me anything you know me.." Cait leads you to her bed and continues to comfort you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear "Caitlyn do you really love me?" you whisper, nervous--obviously her breath hitches “P—please let me figure it out” you tear up and she lays with you on your bed “Princess why would you ask me that? Of course I love you” you look away from her “Then why don't I feel it?” she struggles to answer you "y/n you know its hard for m--" "yeah well its hard for me too Cait! You have to tell her!" you argue before she can even start on her spiel again "Caitlyn she probably will disapprove but she'd put up with it! She literally has all this time! She's walked in on us cuddling so many times Cait! It is so painfully obvious that you like girls! or at least me.." you quiet down after a little bit, breathing heavily out of frustration and sadness.

Cait stays silent, she knows your right, she knows that her mother will.. reluctantly love her still, but she just doesn't understand why she cant just tell her mom outright, she always just thought that her parents would get the hint and not bother her about it but she was scared, she knew they didn't care as long as she carried out the Kiramman bloodline but she was scared that they would force her to leave you--force you out of her life. She sighs "I know I do okay? Just because I haven't doesn't mean I don't love you--" "you love me..?" she sees even more tears welling up in your eyes moving to wipe them before they can even fall "why would I not?" you feel gentle kisses being pressed all over your face, as well as Cait mumbling 'perfect' over and over again

with a huff you pull away "Cait, who was it that said a white wall may seem empty" you take a breath and Cait plays with your hair "But its ready to be filler, and in its readiness needs nothing, it stands complete" you finish "hm.. whoever it was is right, just because something seems empty doesn't mean its not complete" you giggle at her cluelessness "It was you Cait.. you told me that strange poem but it makes me wonder, if your ready, ready to be happy with me" you look into her eyes, her pupils dilated as she stares back with love "I'm ready Princess,..." without hesitation you push your soft lips against hers, your strawberry chap stick mixing with her vanilla "tomorrow, I promise I'll do it tomorrow" she says a bit breathlessly as she lets go of the kiss "Pinky promise" you childishly stick your pinky finger to her and she intertwines the two and locks it in with your thumbs touching, she then kisses your hand "Pinky promise"

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The very next day, Cait fulfilled her promise and snuck you into her house, she wanted you to officially meet her parents, as her girlfriend :)

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Guys i miss arcane :(

but omg the caitvi sesbian lex was so goooddd, expect 18+ hcs coming soon, theyre probably gonna come out before the change series ends tbh sorrry :(((

🐮 👦🏾soon.......

[patchworkcuddlebug]

notes

DONT SUBMIT THIS. this is just where im gonna write down observations and hypothosises hypotheses about the artifact this isnt a formal report. keep this pages seperate from anything you submit to the class

i found it at a non-magical thrift shop. its a single ribbon that was in the toy section, but its too big for a stuffed animal, and it was on a shelf too high for kids to reach anyway. its a simple red colour and you can tell from the wear/bends in the fabric that its meant to be worn in a bow

its SO cursed. i could sense it as soon as i was through the door. something doesnt get that powerful accidentally, unless a witch older than the professors have been using it for over a century. i think it was intentionally enchanted and left for some human sucker

ill read up on class protocol and start experimenting tomorrow

day 1

i scheduled some time in a mannequin room. i double checked everything, the falsified humanity in the mannequin, lack of external contamination, everything seemed fine. after 3 hours of the bow on its wrist, and then its hair, i cant find any registerable enhancements or curses.

my current hypothesis is that there isnt any effect on the wearer. its a false positive enchantement, where all of its energy is going towards appearing powerful instead of actually doing anything

which is a relief cuz according to protocol i can wear it now ehehehe. i was really hoping its be benign because its a really cute ribbon? i was kinda distracted by the magic part but its really nice! it has a fun retro vibe, i love how the colour is just a little faded too. should i wear more ponytails?

day 2

started out by just wearing it on my wrist. i know it probably doesnt make too much of a difference as long as im wearing it at all, but i dunno if it really is cursed i at least dont want it to start by my brain

i dont think there were any effects? maybe its cuz i kept fiddling with it all day so it may have interrupted the connection? most cursed artifacts need a physical connection and if this is an accessory it could be designed for long-term contact. so i guess as long as i take it off every once in a while ill be fine? im still sticking with the false positive hypothesis, just being precautious

i guess i could just talk about my day in case there are symptoms in retrospect? i cant really think of anything negative though. i did a great job focusing in class and i feel like i was really productive. i made some good progress on my term paper and i took really solid notes

i guess i kinda zoned out between classes? it wasnt when i was talking with friends or anything just doing menial stuff like walking around. i wasnt daydreaming or anything it was just like my brain kinda shut off and my body moved on its own. i dont think thats a thing, im probably just on edge and noticing a habit for the first time. nothing to worry about

Day 3

alright. i wore it in my hair today. so far so good?

i experienced the following things that may be symptoms: minor stiffness in the muscles, a greater inclination to formality, and a strange feeling in the wrist (specifically the same one i wore the ribbon on yesterday). the feeling is hard to pin down, its a strange floaty stiffness underneath the skin. it isn't unpleasant, but the asymmetry isnt welcome.

i feel like this is definitely an effect of my wearing it closer to my head, like i suspected the other day. i dont think its enough to warrent taking it off yet. its a very nice ribbon.

Day 4.

I am turning into a doll.

I shouldn't have kept wearing it. I should've taken yesterday as a warning. Now I feel that emptiness spreading and it's spreading way too fast. There's also the... physical transformation.

My left wrist is starting to... it's hard to explain. I can feel the changes happening. There's still skin over my wrist joint but it feels like it's not natural. It's still literally human skin, but it feels as if there's a glove that's growing thinner by the hour. I think before the day is over it'll waste away completely as it slowly corrupts the rest of my hand.

The mental transformation is much more worrying. In the grand scheme of things my behaviour is mostly unchanged. I'm just more... aware of it now. Typically, I naturally slouch, and I've been made more self-aware of this habit to the extent that I need to manually initiate it rather than falling into it unconsciously. It's the same with whenever I notice my attention drifting during lectures, or notice that I'm walking too loosely, or speaking too casually. It may just be that heightened awareness is an aspect of dollhood, or... it's more noticable because it's out of place for a doll to act in such a way. Regardless, I do not feel forced to defy this inclinations yet.

I don't want to write the same way I did before. Looking at how I did before feels... wrong. Inappropriate. i can try and force something more casual but i have to force it, it feels like trying to speak a second language youve only. Excuse me. That you've only just started learning. I want to go back and fix that but I feel like it would undermine my point. It just doesn't feel right, there's something viscerally discomforting about doing that.

I'm very hesitant to reach out about this. Beyond a fear of social repercussion inherent to admitting that a witch is becoming a doll, I'm worried that there will be a serious academic punishment attached to being this callous with a cursed artifact. I'll need to find a student I can trust to reverse this.

Day Five.

Things are getting dire. This I can feel the changes getting harder to resist.

Physically, the transformation has already converted my entire left arm. My wrist, elbow, and most of its my left hand have been changed into a hollow plastic, only movable with exposed joints. This one exp I expected it to feel more harrowing, for the creeping conversion to feel more tangibly uncomfortable, but so far it is... pleasant. Being emptied out always seemed so unwelcome when the older witches described it, but it feels nice to not have the constant pulsing of blood or the strain of muscles. This one likes the noise it makes when it taps agains

I. Me. I do. Me me human person witch.

This is what I mean. It feels like I have to be vigilant to talk like a person, and a single moment's broken concentration is all it takes to give in and become complacent to dollhood.

I need to intentionally break my posture to slouch. This one c I cannot stop my footsteps from being dainty and gentle. During lectures when the professor asks for input from the class, it takes deliberate effort to avoid participation, because good dolls always do as they are told.

I didn't write that. I swear to the stars I didn't write that. It was thinking about what to write next and that thought just... naturally injected itself. Perhaps this one needs to. Perhaps I need to resort to desperate measures and remove the bow. But I... really don't want to. It makes this one look so pretty, like a good doll.

No, no, I'm not a good doll, I don't WANT to be a good doll. I feel like I'm going insane. My humanity is draining by the second and soon there's be nothing left but empty pliability and polite docility. That is a bad thing. I am not excited for that. This one needs to put more effort into finding a witch to break this curse. It wishes it could skip its lectures, but good dolls do as they're t

I. Am. Going to bed.

Day Six.

This one's friends have finally noticed. This one accidentally called one of them "miss" when answering a question, and then the entire secret quickly unravelled. This one needed to use a sweater to hide the transformation reaching its shoulders, and there's a distinctly inhuman texture to this one's face, so it was easy for them to unravel once I gave them reason to be suspicious.

They offered to be the ones to conduct the search for the cure, on the only condition that this one take care of some menial chores to help free time in their schedules. This one feels... a little conflicted. On one hand, it is excited to be closer to its humanity! It cannot wait to feel blood spill through its body, and escape that terrifying feeling of having its brain shut off so it feels nothing but a fluttering emptiness.

This one. Just said "Awawa". Out loud.

It does not want this to progress further. Yes, it feels... very nice to be a doll. But that enjoyment has to be the work of the curse. This one needs to return to its study, it cannot afford to fall behind in the academic arms race. Being a human means having expectations to fulfill, something dolls are too simple and too docile to understand.

This one. Did it. Again.

This is a vacation. Nothing more. It will indulge in its urges to be obedient when doing chores for its friends and then return to developing its magic talent to the greatest degree the curse will allow.

Day Five Hundred and Twelve.

This one was rather surprised to find its notes from before it became. They were tucked away in its closet, with other sentimental items such as certain childhood keepsakes and its government identification. This one figured it would be fun to return to journaling as a hobby.

As can likely be surmised, this one remains a doll. The search for a cure was fruitless and fizzled out naturally due to a lack of investment, both from this one and from Miss. Speaking of, Miss is one of its friends from university, although the word "friend" feels like a shallow means of explaining a doll's relationship with its witch. Its other friends still keep contact and meet up for tea, which this one greatly enjoys catering for.

It feels very silly looking back at this one's humanity, especially given the apprehension it felt towards becoming. In retrospect, the situation being forced upon this one was likely the only way it would have become without years of soul-searching introspection, so it is very thankful to have happened upon such a gift so long ago. Perhaps part of its enchantment was to find the right host?

Part of this one misses that ribbon. It was such a nice colour... but this one feels confident in the decision to return it to the same thrift store it was once found in. It feels excited for the next lucky doll to feel the same joys that this one did. The exhilaration of feeling your body become lighter and more rigid, the stillness slowly overtaking your mind with greater and greater intensity, and of course the pleasure of following one's purpose. Awawawa...

It is late, and good dolls need rest. This one is excited to spend tomorrow night writing about all the joys of serving Miss.

[sugar-omi]

OMFG DUDE I was thinking abt coves dick again (as one does 🤭) and just realized w the dick size math that cove prolly bought normal condoms before yall went ‘all the way’ bc he didn’t kno he was huge (like u said in that one ramble like “move ur arm” “that’s not my arm”)

so when yall actually get into it and he tries to put it on u just have an awkward moment where he’s like

“it’s too small🧍‍♂️”

and now he’s apologizing for ‘ruining’ ur ‘real’ first time together and ur torn between comforting him that he didn’t ruin shit and laughing bc usually when guys say that it’s a fucking lie but he’s actually so deadass and u can see it the way the rubber doesn’t even accommodate his tip 😭💀

then u gotta tell him it’s okay to hold off until yall get bigger condoms or ur okay going raw if he is 🤭🤭🤭

-🗑️

ARGHH YOU ARE NOT HELPING MY ACCIDENTAL CREAMPIE BRAINROT. "the way the rubber doesnt even accommodate his tip" ohhh god biting my lips off my face rn. i can't fucking....

he would be too scared to go raw, especially first time. he knows that's a demon he's not ready to face (if you ask, he'll say he worried about any accidental children. but deep, deep in his mind. he knows something will, and does, click when you do it raw and he cums in you the first time...)

mmm, there's a few different ways to go with this...

because I can see cove waiting, im sure he does. he does wait, he wants things to be perfect (as perfect as 2 virgins fucking for the first time can be) and for you guys to avoid any unwanted scares or accidents.

but I also love the thought of him being impatient..

he buys the "right" condoms the second time around, and it doesn't look exactly right... but it's definitely not as small as last time...

decides to go with it after a bit of inner turmoil... "..maybe it's meant to fit that way? I thought it was supposed to go all the way to the base, though. its a bit tight, too... fuck, it'd be way too embarrassing to get the size wrong again. not that y/n would bully me about it or something, but... argh, I really want this to be perfect too. and I wanna go all the way with her..."

or even if he buys the right size, perhaps doesn't realize, or chooses the thin condoms since that's what was left. doesn't realize how different the thin ones are, especially of they're the ultra thin.

eitherway, all~~ circles back to right now. he's sinked into you, and he is gentle, he wants your first time to be romantic after all. but as he gets closer n closer to the edge, he gets a bit excited, his hips thrusting deeply into you.. all he can think about is how much he loves you, your pretty sounds, your body pressed against his, and the tight heat of your cunt.

doesn't realize when it breaks, not really anyway. gasps and moans because fuck you feel so hot inside, so wet and perfect... too far gone to think about the sudden change in sensation. and when he finishes, he definitely doesn't think about it. too lost in the feeling of his cum filling up the "condom" and your walls tightening around him as you finish too.

also love the thought that regardless of if he buys the right size or the thin, or if he remembers to pinch the tip of the rubber, all that sweet stuff.. he still ends up cumming inside you. not noticing if he teared the rubber in his hurry to be inside you already (blame teenage hormones, it's not his fault yeah 🙏)

of course not blowing his full load inside you, but i like to think that he cums so much, its really a miracle he doesn't break the rubbers from that amount alone... either way it's gonna leak out, n even just that little bit..

but regardless of how it happens, once he gets past the initial stress of it all n you get past the scare. his mind is totally filled with thoughts of actually coming inside you..

n even his dreams are filled with the image of your cunt all twitchy and wet with fluids n a bit puffy from all the fucking, n having earlier ate you out in the dream, n his fat load of cum leaking out of your cunt...

can't look you in the eye. he's totally ruined... probably can't look his parents in the eye either since he promised to be responsible, but now he's dreaming and fantasizing of doing otherwise..

[sandgrassbagel]

thoughts about sam's jealousy of cas (and a lil on benny) in s8

(DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THIS IS SAID AS HATE ON ANYONE!! this isn't sam hate or dean hate or ANYONE hate. this is just my observations and thoughts on sam's jealousy in s8 because i think its fascinating)

in 8x23 in the church scene, sam says: "what happens when you've decided i cant be trusted again? who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? another angel? another...? another vampire?" this dialogue is clearly referring to benny and cas. benny for obvious reasons, and cas largely cuz there just isn't another angel that it could be talking about. that dialogue also connects back to how a present thing in s8 from sam is his jealousy of dean's trust/care for benny and cas (with for cas it being more subtle).

sam hates benny because hes a vampire and because dean ended up befriending a vampire after the stuff with amy in s7, yes, but a Lot of that hatred stems from jealousy. dean keeps benny a secret from sam, dean runs off in the night without explanation to help benny, dean fights sam and that one hunter guy about the idea of benny hurting and killing people, and sends a fake SOS from amelia's phone to get sam off his ass so he can save benny. that level of dedicated and determined care for someone is largely something we've only see dean direct at sam up until now. sam is aware of this ofc, and he's alarmed. he's unnerved and frustrated. honestly his jealousy of benny to me feels a lot like a little sibling hating their older sibling's new partner because it means the older sibling is giving the partner more attention than the sibling. except in this case its a Lot worse because of sam and deans codependency, and because benny is also a monster. benny was also the one who was with dean the whole year i purgatory, whereas sam didn't do a singular thing to try and find out if dean was dead or alive. dean trusts benny over sam, and is willing to hurt sam if it means protecting benny. sam isn't used to that, and he hates benny for it.

so ok, that explains benny. but what about cas? well... sam is jealous of something kinda similar with destiel, dean's trust and care for cas. but, alongside that, deans ability to and inevitable willingness to forgive cas.

sam mentions in 8x23 dean deciding that he cant trust sam, but the only instances up until now that i can think of where dean just stops trusting sam is for a reason. in s5 he stops trusting sam because sam chose ruby over him and was manipulated into releasing lucifer. in s6 he doesn't trust soulless sam because he let dean be turned into a vampire. in s8 he loses trust in sam because sam didn't look for him in that entire year. (there is also s7 where dean full on admits he's having a hard time trusting anyone after cas' betrayal, but that's not a lack of trust in sam specifically and its not because of sam's actions so I'm not really counting that for this) these moments all even get tossed back at sam in 8x23 by dean when he lists off things that sam could talk about in confessional. to a degree i think dean listing those off was an older sibling being petty and listing off the sins of their young sibling to give them shit, but it feels like dean still feels a lingering bitterness at least over that stuff. and yea he has come to and will come to forgive sam, but those are still grievances being tossed back in sam's face.

meanwhile with cas, dean doesnt really do that... and sam knows it. sam was there in s6 when dean was angry and devastated over cas' betrayal in 6x20. he was there in s7 when dean was unable to trust anyone after said betrayal. he was the one whose skull was cracked open when cas broke the wall in his head. he was there when dean was mad at honeybee cas towards the end of s7. but he was also there when dean forgave cas in s7. and dean forgives cas... without throwing those grievances back at him later. dean forgives cas, moves on, and trusts him completely again. in s8 too we see this. dean is pissed and hurt when cas loses the angel tablet because it was lost cuz cas didn't trust dean. and dean forgives him. dean trusts cas again, and he moves on without grievances.

when sam loses deans trust, he has to earn it back with time, and his mistakes may get tossed back at him in moments of anger. when cas loses deans trust, he inevitably just gets it back "because it's cas". that's a forgiveness that sam sees come into play, but knows that he doesn't receive. that by itself would hurt. but that coming from the same season as the benny stuff?? from the same season where dean is holding onto anger and bitterness over sam not looking for him in purgatory?? to see cas forgiven for his betrayal so much quicker hurts like a bitch i bet. and so sam is jealous of that trust and forgiveness.

that's why in 8x22 when dean asks why he should let cas off the hook when for anyone else he'd stab them in the neck on principle, sam just tiredly says "because it's cas". its sam being sick of destiel's bullshit and knowing inevitably that dean will forgive cas, yes, but its also resignation and possibly some bitterness because all it takes for dean to forgive cas is just... being cas. cas will be forgiven and trusted completely again, and its because he's cas. meanwhile, sam has to earn it back. its a willingness to trust and forgive that sam doesn't have, that he cant and wont have, and it hurts.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

In what ways do you believe V would display romance and affection?

V is... a difficult one smh. she hardly even allows anyone to touch her, and the solver had altered her AI beyond the possibility of her being able to relearn a new personality easily- or at least not overnight. Its like a semi-perminant trauma response.

so lets see-

V is prideful, even if she doesnt flaunt it like J, she couldnt bring herself to actually face people when shes doing something kind for them, she usually does it from behind the curtain. she doesnt want anyone to know she has anything soft about her, shes still scared of getting hurt, we have seen this several times during the show where she gets put off by the solver when Uzi uses it.

But when in a relationship she had to deal with the fact that the bond has to go both ways. it was... not easy for her to even admit she liked to be in a relationship in the first place. in fact i doubt if any of them even thought about it at all- before they knew what was happening they were all just an inseperable part of eachothers lives, and try as she might, N and Uzi just knew she cared about them lol.

V learned to open up a bit more. She opts for silence rather than flat out lying to peoples faces now, and when she feels ready to share something the others hear her out.

another thing that V does is trying to participate in things N and Uzi suggest. its really not easy to deal with 2 people who are so emotionally charged- so N and Uzi dont blame her for sitting out of activities but she tries to join them just to have the company, like going out around the desolate human cities looking for random stuff and sharing interests, or cuddling in a fort and doodling stuff- maybe even sometimes dancing or looking for clothes and getups. even though she might not participate in the activity herself, she still likes to be present and that itself shows N and Uzi that she cares.

speaking of clothes, Vs time with Lizzy showed her that a part of her still wishes she had the freedom to live as a normal drone for all the time that was robbed of her. she likes to look pretty and she likes to wear pretty outfits... something that she might have not had the choice on even if she had lived all her life as a normal drone. and showing the other two some of the outfits she choses and prettying herself up for her partners is probably a side of her shes not gonna willingly let anyone else see any time soon. N and Uzi arent complaining :p

Initiating any physical affections is something that she does rarely but sometimes even she craves the attention. Uzi and N feel like a cat had chosen to trust them lmao. She used to start really simple like curling her tail around N or Uzi or their leg or tail- she opted to skip hand holding and just go towards hugs or cuddles whenever she wanted the attention or N and Uzi were idly doing something and she just decides to join. sometimes she would demand neck scratches and rubs or head pats, she usually doesnt let anyone simply touch her so those are a big deal. and well if she goes for more like kisses or anything more intimate, she makes sure that her partners are okay with it and that shes not bothering them or forcing them by doing so.

Sleeping. thats it. V hardly allows herself to rest. the fact that she would let herself sleep around N or Uzi or even cuddle with them shows shes immensely trustful and happy of where she is right now. N and Uzi want to expload cuz its like a cat had fallen asleep on them and now they cant move cuz they dont wanna wake her up TvT

i think thats all i have for nowwww >:3

[menofprogress]

Here are some of my hot (or maybe tepid) takes about arcane:

(Under the cut bc i got wordy lol)

-the show could have used another season or like at least 5 more eps per season. Thats not a dig at the creators bc we know they were already forced to cut stuff out, but imho it shows a little, esp in s2. I fully believe Sevika was one of the biggest victims here, i genuinely believe she had an arc in s2 act 3 that was fully cut. And her being one of the biggest defenders of zaunite independence also means that by cutting her they basically gutted that storyline.

-the sheer lack of time with some characters also means that i simply did not connect with some of them, which made their deaths kind of underwhelming. Like i gasped when loris, isha, elora and sky died, but i cant say i was actually sad. That might be a me problem, but i need a little more time and info on a character to feel literally anything about them.

-on the other hand: we need to accept that sometimes background or minor characters are just that. No they werent robbed, no they werent underwritten, theyre simply not that important and thats OK bc theyre characters, not real people. You dont need to give equal attention to all characters for it to be "fair". And i sometimes feel like ppl think they HAVE to bemoan this. esp when its a female character a lot of fans talk about "sidelining" or "theyre using them as a plot device!!" Buddy, sometimes characters are literally just there to move the plot along, thats not inherently a social justice issue. (Ive seen this the most with sky and lest and like.... sorry, they were never gonna be more important than this. They can still be your fave, but just bc you wanted to see more of them doesnt mean they were sidelined for nefarious reasons)

-however sometimes the problem isnt that a character got too little screentime. S2 is a perfect example to show you can do a lot of character work in less time (viktor, ekko) and little character work with a lot of screentime (vi, sorry). Viktor and ekko were missing for entire episodes and managed to have full character arcs and vi was kind of there the whole time, but stuff just happened to her? Like she does do a lot, she looks incredibly cool, i liked watching her scenes, but her motivations, her goals and her values are ALL over the place. I love caitvi, but it did kinda ruin vis integrity when she threw away core beliefs (she becomes an enforcer, she temporarily agrees to kill jinx, she participates in chem warfare against the undercity) for cait. Hmmmmm.....

-i wasnt that deep in the fandom in s1 so i might have simply missed it or i might just not be following assholes, but the "jayvik shippers hate mel" thing never made sense to me. NOT because i dont believe it, bc i sure as hell have seen enough mlm shippers be fully misogynistic or racist, but the way ppl (mainly meljay shippers lbr) talked about jayvik shippers being horrible to mel like it was this HUGE thing confused me bc i personally have seen like 2 fanfics where they horribly mischaracterise mel to be a viktor-hating bitch, but thats it? Like, was that an actual problem or was it ppl deliberately misunderstanding stuff? (One specific example: ive seen someone accuse jayvik shippers of being misogynists bc they accused mel of manipulating jayce and sidelining Viktor. Which is a canonical thing happening in the show. Like ofc you can word it in a way to make mel a horrid evil bitch, im sure there are ppl who DO hate mel and think she is an evil succubus, but this person in particular just seemed upset about the fact that ppl were talking about things that mel canonically did.) This is a genuine question, bc from my pov after s1 mel was one of the fan faves and jayvik wasnt THAT big of a deal until s2. I literally saw a hundred times more jayce hate than i did mel hate, but maybe thats not the universal arcane fandom experience? Like, again, i HAVE seen (for lack of a better term) fujoshis get wildly hateful towards female characters in the vicinity of their ship, i was just pleasantly surprised that the arcane fandom seemingly DIDNT. So the unrestrained resentment and bitterness of some fans after jayvik "went canon" caught me off guard.

-the reason i ask this: i saw a video where someone talked about some rando homophobic timebomb fans who apparently resented caitvi for getting a happy ending instead of jinx and ekko. So i commented "i s2g het-shippers act like theyre an oppressed group sometimes" to which another person responded "well jayvik fans were really shitty about mel, soo...." and i was so fucking confused bc what? The video wasnt even about mel or jayvik?? They just heard me make a snarky comment about het ships and immediately felt called out. But yeah thats what prompted my question.

-i dont get the thirst for the fish man. I get the salo thirst even less. I cheered when jayce bonked him.

-i actually dont want jayce or viktor to appear in future projects. While i love the idea of them being ~not dead~, i think any further canonical storylines about them would devalue the extremely emotional ending they had. Like, imagine if they only bring one of them back?? What then?? No, i actually prefer post-canon fix it fanfics in this case. (Cough cough esp bc this way i can still plausibly delude myself into them being actually canon and yall KNOW it probably would not stay this way if their story continues)

[onskepa]

Hii! Could I get a Teylan x human reader pls? Like she kind of is like Spider, born in pandora, but at the resistance, and she is now Teylan age and they met when the Sarentu arrived at HQ. They start to get close and fall in love, but after all that happens in the game they separate because Teylan has to figure himself out as a navi with no human influence. She tells him that is okay and maybe one day they will see each other again. After a couple of years they reunite, and realize that they still feel the same. And try to be a couple, but with a navi lifestyle ( as much as she can as a human).

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!! MY FIRST TEYLAN FIC!! okie! I know just how to make this go! Enjoy~!!

P.S: cover made by meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!

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hayalovay

Teylan really did not know what to do or say. There are so many new faces! His first few days with the resistance he clung to his fellow sarentu siblings or with Alma. He does his best to not be with so’lek so much. That na’vi is scary, and what a deep voice! Teylan for sure thinks that na’vi doesn't sleep. Always awake and aware. 

It was overwhelming really, from waking up after a long time, having to escape what was once their home, and into the world where he was told it was dangerous. So much in just a short time. Teylan tries to keep up, he does, but fear of everything is what pulls him back. Alma guides his like she always did, ri’nela does her best to soothe his worries when he touches anything from the outside. Nor would call him a scardy baby, but he is not! 

Everyday it was noisy, but there is one thing that helps teylan calm down. More like someone, someone who brings teylan peace into his life. 

“You are na’vi, why are you so attached to metal things?” So’lek asks Teylan, who can never understand the strange young sarentu’s obsession with human  stuff. Teylan was holding a radio and a hologram tablet. His eyes darted left and right, trying to think of an answer. How can he when so’lek is glaring down at him? 

“We grew with human customs, he is the youngest, it is the only thing he knows” ri’nela came to his aid. Bless her kind heart. So’lek shakes his head in a disapproving manner but doesnt say much else. 

For the rest of the day, so’lek silently observed teylan, being more human than na’vi. When an idea hit him. 

“Alma, when does she return?”

“Hello, my name is Hayalovay, or hayalo for short. It is such a great honor to meet you all” 

A young, small human stood before the sarentu children. She was not like the other humans in the resistance base. While other humans were dressed in the human clothing, pants, tank tops, jackets. Hayalovay was dressed as if she were na’vi. Loin cloth, beaded top, feathers and beads decorating her hair, colorful paint in different areas of her body. A beautiful flower tucked behind her ear, giving her a more na'vi look. She looked oddly beautiful. 

Her eyes search over and met with teylan’s bright eyes. A blush was quick to appear on his cheeks. 

“You must be teylan. The other’s told me a lot about you. Oh! Your hat looks very nice, have you tried wearing it in reverse? Many like to” Hayalo goes over to him with her question. Oddly enough, despite her ramblings, she wasn't loud. Not like the other humans. Teylan liked that. Liked that she was a different set of noise, a nice, calming noise that he might come to enjoy.

“It's poisonous!” 

“Its a flower” 

“It will kill me!” 

“It is just a flower teylan” 

“W-what if-” 

“Oh for the love of eywa-” 

Hayalo grabbed teylan’s larger hand and brought forward to make contact with a purple flower with moving tendrils at the center. Teylan’s fingers making contact, making him whimper in fear. 

“See? Its not killing you” hayalo teases. 

“W-well how was I supposed to know?” he refutes. 

The girl just smiles, “you did. I told you but you refuse to listen”. 

The tendrils got a good grip on teylan’s fingers, his fear growing worse “it--its going to eat my fingers!!” he panics while trying to pull away at the flower. Hayalo tries to ease him but teylan yanks back so hard, the flower breaks off from its stem, landing on the ground. 

Hayalo sighs and bends down to gently pick up the massive flower. 

“N-not my fault! It's was going to hurt me!” teylan defends himself. Reminding himself of all those fearful lessons back in TAP. How every plant was dangerous in some form or another. “They were right…!” he mutters 

Hayalo lets the still moving tendrils of the flower grab her smaller fingers, enjoying the sensation. 

Teylan observes her, scared that the flower might hurt her, but after a minute, the tendrils willingly let go of Hayalo's fingers. Smiling, Hayalo raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. 

“See? It didn't hurt me. It is completely harmless teylan, not everything in pandora is out to get you” the human explains. 

Teylan blushes a bit in  shame, seems it's going to take a while to get used to. 

“You are not na’vi, yet you behave and try to look like a na’vi. Why? You are human” Teylan asks out of nowhere. He was very curious since he met her. Hayalo really is a strange human out of all that he has known. 

“I was born here. This is my home, therefore that makes me a pandorian. I always admired na'vi. How beautiful and full of life they all are. Each clan is different, yet they all hold the same morals and rules. Living side by side with them, I grew up thinking I was a na’vi. Dressing the same, painting my body, weaving my songchord, hunting, it is all incredible…'' Hayalo answers honestly. 

Both look beyond the mountains and the grasslands as the sun goes down. 

Hayalo reaches to hold teylan’s hand, his eyes looking down at her face. 

“You are lucky to be na’vi teylan. Even Miss Cortez is lucky since she has an avatar. I just have this body. You can breathe the air, make connections with the animals, you can do so many things” she goes on to say. 

But teylan looks down observing his free hand. 

“I dont feel lucky. I was always told-” 

“Forget what they told you teylan. You are free, you can be whatever you want to me” hayalo interrupted before teylan’s insecurities came out. 

“Forget what TAP said, all they ever told you were lies” 

Were they lies? 

Teylan didn't say anything further but silently grips on the old radio he hid in his pocket. 

Teylan was such a food, such a big headed, idiotic fool! 

He had so many chances and each one he blew it up. Quite literally! 

His sarentu family, alma,  so’lek, the resistance, the clans, hayalo-

He betrayed everyone, following Mercer's orders secretly, really believing that if he was a good boy doing what he was told, that everything would be better. A naive fool, everyone is going to hate him now. So many injured, how can anyone forgive him for this? Teylan dug his own grave. No one will welcome him back. 

Even more now since he joined Mercer in his side of the war. Taking revenge for the downfall of TAP. Mercer was right, he could never be na’vi, a true na’vi. Can never speak of his native language, learn the peoples ways, or do anything na’vi related. Perhaps he is better off as-

“TEYLAN!! YOU SKXAWNG!”

“He is gone, they are all gone. No one will ever tell you terrible things again "Hayalo smiles as she holds teylans still shaking hands. After a great battle, Mercer is gone, and whatever humans stayed, left. Being his voice of reason, Hayalo helped Teylan in shutting down many machines and weapons within the computer systems. Still hard to believe that it really is over. 

“Am I truly free….” he mutters his own question. 

“Yes teylan, you are as free as an ikran. Now you can live your live as you please, you and your sarentu family "Hayalo encourages, her smile still so  bright and radiant after everything that has happened. 

“Even better, you can set up a true home for yourself, learn new things and-” 

“Wait” 

Teylan kindly interrupted his dear friend. He bends down to meet her at an eye level. His mind goes back to many recent events. One moment he remembers was when he was told of nor stabbing Alma, and running away. Not to be seen as of yet. 

Maybe, like nor, he needs to be away. To reflect his actions. 

“What is it..?” Hayalo asks worryingly. 

“Hayalo, I dont think I can ever thank you enough. From the moment we met, you were always there. Helping me, teaching me the best you can, forgiving me after what I did. But…I think, I think I need to go” he says slowly. 

“Go? Go where?” 

“Somewhere, anywhere. Alone. I am na’vi but, out of my friends, I am more human. Ri’nela is learning how to be a healer, nor was learning how to be a warrior before that incident, my sarentu friend is more na’vi than all of us combined. And me? I still have nothing. I know nothing. So, I want to go, travel and learn on my own. How to be a na’vi” 

A few seconds of silence was there, before hayalo smiled, sadness reaching her eyes. Removing her iconic flower from her ear, she gently places it on teylan’s ear. 

“I will wait for you then. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for your return. See what you will become” hayalo whispers. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, her lips warm and soft. 

“Thank you hayalo, I promise, I will return as someone new” he swears as teylan removes his cap and places it on hayalo’s smaller head. 

“Just being you is enough for me teylan” 

Many, many years have passed. The scars of the dark past have healed, and many moved on. The sarentu clan has grown, from the brink of extinction to its former glory. The humans from the resistances have either passed away in peace, or still holding strong each day. Pandora continues to grow and thrive, the old bases of the rda are now mere husks of what it once was. 

Hayalo continues to be as she is, free as an ikran, and everyday she would look out for a certain na’vi that still holds dear to her heart. 

She lost count of how long it has been, knowing that at the end, it is pointless. He would return when it is time.

Even after a long time, hayalo still wears teylan’s old cap, always making sure it is in good shape. Still having his scent, bringing a lot of comfort to the human woman. Everyday she prays to Eywa that, wherever teylan is, to guide him, to keep him safe. To return as a new man but still keeping his core traits. 

Perhaps she was a fool then, to not tie teylan down, but ever since she met teylan, her heart began to beat differently. Her eyes changing perspective, thoughts seeking memories of him. Her hands craving more of his. 

Hayalo never told Teylan how she felt about him. Although there really wasn't time for romance in the middle of an ongoing war. Maybe it is better that he never knew, but hayalo will confess this time. Even if they are old, it won't matter. Teylan deserves to know that hayalo is in-

“Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip” 

Turning around quickly, Hayalo's eyes reached to see teylan. An older, stronger looking teylan. Wearing bright colors, his hair longer, beads adoring his body and hair. The flower she gifted him, still tucked behind his ear. He truly does look na’vi. 

“Teylan…” hayalo whispers, still taking in the shocking surprise. 

Teylan grins, flashing his pearly white fangs, “missed me?” 

Teylan is so under appreciated, he is a good, sweet boi! He needs more love! And I am glad to do that. Took me a lot longer because I wanted to make a special cover to this one, hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

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hayalovay = until next time

Oe tatxaw ma’yawntutsyip = I returned my little beloved

[lzrsaugust]

for @tamlinweek day 4: Powers/Hair

ehhhhhhh I love the outfit but I think the expression coulda been better, the wing positioning as well

hmm not many headcanons for this one either but ⁠(⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)➝

like why tf do people call him weak omg, hes a shapeshifter who can shift others need i say more??? also, the wind and other stuff (sorry my memory is hazy)

some ideas that i thought of is his connection to his people, may its kinda like somesort of bond wherethey swear lowyalty or smth and then when they become part of the spring court this becomes a thing, so he doesnt need census' for certain details..?

the next one is lowk gory? and just plain sadistic

another thing i detail i think of is how the shapeshifting could wasused to 'educate the children of spring (in the hl family)' where they would kinda pull apart layers of the body, skin nerves vessels ect. and call it education, when its just flat torture, how crass would it be to lay hands like some common folk smh, that kind of energy. once tam tried to speak out, and in return, cernunnos took his vocal cords for speaking out, and his tear ducts for crying. since that he would still wake up centuries later unable to speak, and keeping his eyes closed

MOVING ON, tkaing a bit of inspiration from a ff of buggy (from onepiece) being able to fixhis body bc he could feel minute details, tam could heal himself like that, as in feel the tear in the tissue, and rerarange stuff till its fixed

another thing i like to think abt his powers is that in the first book its so weird and disconnected from his seperate powers, like wind, earth, shapeshifting? and there obviously should be nature and plant powers right, so what if its less so the seperate powers, rather the ability to manipulate matter. atoms and stuff idk, i feel like that would lead to some really cool stuff, like being able to to a very limited extent manipulate other elements, just for show and fun, and most of all control, needed very precise control to actually do stuff to show off skill and stuff.

Anything thing ABT shapeshifting, I like to think that, while he can shift into anything, there's one specific form that he's born in that he can't alter, like sorta a more physical body that's changes naturally? Idrk how to explain, I like to call it the 'birth form' in my head, and so there's certain vulnerabilities when in that form? Like scars show up on that form, ones that heal over when glamoured or smth, so there's like trust and intimacy when staying or even showing such form to people

For hair, he has longggg ass hair reaches ankles kind of hair. When doing business and stuff he keeps it in a high ponytail, really pretty stuff. When fighting he just shifts the hair shorter, makes stuff easier yk?

There's this one scene Ive been thinking of (inspiration from mdzs, where lwj was kinda bathing in that cove) and so like during one of the (how do you say annual but like per decade) tour of the spring court to check up on the corners. So then they (tam, and co, which happens to include lulu and Andras or maybe it's just yhem)

So it's night time, or are least evening, they've separated for some reason, maybe build camp or smth and there's this nice stream/ mini waterfall where tam went to relax and bath, and not keep up the glamours, then he's relaxed enough to kinda just forget his surroundings, lowk dozing off, in comes Andras and Lu, and they're just there breath taken BC Holy shit he's so pretty and stuff. No glamour so all the HL glow is there, the unnatural yet very nature elements, partially plants and insects ect very fae and omg the hair, typically he keeps it presented as mid back but omg this is so long and Lucious like liquid gold or silky honey

Something something tam offers for them to join, shyly asks for help with the hair to just a sweet and cute bonding moment (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[numberonecodwomenfan]

ok yall heres my thoughts for a potential olympics au.

price boxes. 100 percent. no clue why but he just has the Vibes. it’s definitely not his first olympics. he’s getting close to retiring from the olympics (which no is not an old man joke, they genuinely just have a very small age window to be like in their prime to compete. simone biles is 27 and she’s considered on the older side for olympic athletes).

gaz does gymnastics. look at him man he just looks like a gymnast. it’s his first olympics and while he’s not really an underdog he’s not very well known. he is however definitely getting the stephen nedoroscik treatment (immediately becoming the country’s sweetheart, having tons of fan edits, etc).

soap plays soccer (IT’S CALLED SOCCER 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸) as a goalie and again, scotland’s sweetheart. they eat him UP. i mean look at him why wouldn’t they. he and gaz become immediate friends in the village and post online together. they make jokes on tiktok about getting freaky on the cardboard beds (ilona maher and nicole heavirland style) and no one ever shuts up about it. he’s new to the olympics as well.

ghost plays rugby because he’s massive and angry. i feel like this is his second olympics and he’s lowkey still mad his team lost last time but he’s pretending not to be 😭 he doesnt participate much in the dicking around, but since he, price, and gaz are all team england he gets spotted in some of the online shenanigans (can u tell i pay more attention to the athletes goofing off online than the actual games)

farah i feel does beach volleyball. shes tall (5’8” which is crazy because she looks SHORT next to some of the other characters) so good for volleyball, and i’d imagine urzikstan’s team would unfortunately be pretty small considering. yk. so they might only have enough athletes for beach volleyball since it only requires 2 players. im imagining this to be set in a world where farah wasn’t leading the ulf but the occupation and stuff still happened, but it’s over and urzikstan is slowly healing again. throughout the competition farah is very vocal about her pride for her country and she talks about her brother and parents, and says that she’s competing in honor of them. she also becomes one of those athletes that everyone roots for no matter where theyre from, simply because of a) how good she is, and b) the way she speaks about her family and her country, and how emotional it makes people.

alex surfs. look at that man and tell me he doesnt surf. i know we agreed he’s from some podunk midwest town but i can also totally imagine him being from like socal and being the most doofy surfer dude. he meets farah in the olympic village and is immediately infatuated. also i feel like he would have an obsession with one of the foods there like that norwegian swimmer with his chocolate muffins and post about it online.

(again can yall tell i pay more attention to the athletes dicking around on tiktok than the sports)

i wanna say rudy and alejandro both do equestrian because yk. vaqueros. but i cant tell if it’s too on the nose. let me know ur thoughts.

laswell does archery. i believe its one of the sports that is more likely to have “older” athletes (although i could be wrong) and i imagine laswell is like 45 ish. lesbians love her. this is not her first rodeo she has olympic’d before. people see her talking to alex on the boat during the opening ceremony and theyre like “is she his mom or smth wtf???” bc they look similar and they eventually just lean into it. like yeah this is my mom she’s like 7 years older than me. dont think about it too hard the numbers make sense. i swear.

könig wrestles because he’s massive. i fear booktok gooners would obsess over him and it would simultaneously give him a huge ego boost but also make him deeply uncomfortable. he’s a good wrestler tho so he toughs it out 😭 the gooners see him without the doofy little wrestler cap for the first time, realize he’s fugly, and move on. he can live in peace again.

horangi does shooting because i keep seeing that hot korean shooter kim yeji everywhere and shes so cool. also bc horangi is in the military in game so um. yeah. dude is cool as fuck and he knows it.

[legrzybek]

more rambling time RAHHH (repost cause i decided i wanna make this its own post instead of a reblog)

so,,,,, the info from my previous post,,,,,, it only gives me more thought for this au i have in my head where the spectre gets destroyed in some way and everyone is finally free from this eternal loop. they try to get back to a normal life, which is obviously hard or near impossible for some

azuretime in this au,, with azure no longer feeling all of that hatred that the spectre forced upon him, it doesn't take too long for them to forgive two time. it honestly saddens him to see that the person they once loved so much is like a broken shell of their former self now (and even then, i imagine two time pre-ritual was rather mentally unwell as well. which is why they fell victim to the cult's manipulation and threw away the only person that was there for them.)

i dont think two time would ever truly forgive themself for what they did though :( they still feel as if everything that happened is their fault, no matter how much reassurance & comfort they get from azure, but they do feel a little better

azure isn't entirely free of worry either, they fear that they'll once again become the violent and hateful individual that they didn't want to be. even if the thing that was causing him to be that way is now entirely eradicated, his mind constantly reminds him of the harm he caused against his will.

i imagine them living in some kind of secluded cabin/small house in the woods. after everything, they're trying to heal in a peaceful place among nature with not a single soul disrupting them. (and also, regular people could probably be a bit frightened by azure's monster form)

azure gets back into botany & gardening, their home and its surroundings are decorated with lots of flowers because of this. two time likes to observe him work & maybe even help him a bit :D they try their best to learn from him (god its so cute to me to think of this big monster guy just gently and carefully tending to plants bless him)

two time could maybe adopt their old name, breeze, again. <3 (a headcanon of mine that i wrote about in a different post)

they also abandoned their dagger, burying it in the nightshade field where azure's grave lied. it hurt too much to even look at it anymore. it reminds them of all the horrible things they've done.

even if they both know things will never be the same as they used to be, they're so glad they could go back to loving eachother. they've promised that they won't let anything tear them apart ever again.💖

a bit unrelated but i also like thinking about how nonhuman features would act on characters so!!

azure's tentacles prove to be quite useful for a lot of day-to-day things, they allow him to hold more tools & stuff, grab objects more conveniently, reach higher places, etc.

also. hugs perhaps.,.. teehee,, he could wrap them around two time like some sort of weird blanket LMFAO i think it could be cute nd comfy ^_^ i hc that theyre both touch starved as fuck after allat so. lots of hugs. they need it .ilove when characters hug and cuddle Most peak shit ever ong

two time's wings and tail are able to move, however they're really stiff and doing so is a bit painful. though with some kind of regularly done exercises, they could slowly but surely become easier to move. not like two time cares about the pain anyways cause i think they're rather desensitised to physical pain,, which upsets azure cause he doesnt want them hurting themself </3

also they pretty obviously can't fly with their wings sadly,,, the closest thing they'd get to that is azure lifting them up in the air with a tentacle while they pretend they're a bird 😭 HELP

also,,., azure's hat,,,, i'm thinking that after the spectre Fucking Dies, the hat is no longer connected to it so it's not a vessel for its hatred and control anymore. it's just something that azure uses to verbally communicate. i'm not sure if it's a separate entity/consciousness though

OR it could also simply disappear or be thrown away after the spectre's death, in which case azure would be unable to speak. they could still communicate in other ways such as writing or simply body language

im leaning more towards the first option cause i kinda wanna keep the hat lol

[adrealucia]

so i was wondering if you could do a sean oneshot where reader and him are in a relationship prior to the accident, and yk when it happens and sean goes awol she kind of has the same reaction as lyla does with the no sleeping and stuff like that (maybe worse bc the lohl is the prime suspect of a murder😭) and basically they only come in contact a few times before sean and daniel make it to mexico (blood brothers ending) where they can finally speak freely and after reader finally graduates she immediately books a plane to see him,, probably doesnt even tell him tbh just shows up in puerto lobos and looks for them on her own. then when she finds the garage she knocks on the door and daniel answers and then like a big reuniting scene and woww happy ending the gangs back together yahoo!! pls ive had this idea for a while its kind of badly explained but tysm for reading, and no pressure!! take ur time and have a wonderful day/night🩷✨

i know i am like super super late with all my reqs, but I hope you might still enjoy this :) ly <3

sfw/ gender neutral

Back to you

The days after the accident felt like a blur, each one dragging longer than the last. Time had stopped. It was as if the world had continued moving, but you were stuck in a loop, forever caught in the aftermath. you could still hear the sirens in my mind, still feel the rush of panic that hit you the moment you saw Sean’s face on the news.

Sean Diaz, prime suspect in murder of local officer.

you couldn’t even breathe. How could they say that about him? The boy you loved—who had been nothing but kind, nothing but genuine. Murder? No. No, it couldn’t be true. But still, there was no sign of Sean. No calls. No texts. Just a haunting silence that made your chest ache in ways you didn’t think possible.

you couldn’t sleep. Not really. Not without hearing his voice in your head, begging you to wait for him, telling you everything would be okay. But how could you wait when everything felt like it was falling apart? How could you pretend that everything was fine when it was so obviously not?

Lyla tried. She tried to help, to make you talk, but you couldn’t. There was nothing to say. The world felt so far away, as if everyone else was living a life you no longer belonged to. Your thoughts spiraled, and all you could do was replay the last few conversations in your head, trying to find something, anything, that might tell you where Sean had gone. Where you had gone wrong. But there was nothing.

Then the letter came.

One line. One sentence.

I’m safe. Meet me in Puerto Lobos.

That was it. No explanation. No reason for what had happened, just those words. You barely processed them before booking your flight. You didn’t think about what you were doing, or why. All you knew was that you couldn’t stay here. You couldn’t stay in this place without Sean, without knowing what had really happened.

The days leading up to your graduation were a blur. You could barely remember walking across the stage, your head still reeling from the letter, from the hope and the fear that twisted together in your chest. You didn’t want to celebrate. You didn’t care about anything else.

When you arrived in Puerto Lobos, the air was thick with humidity, and the salty scent of the ocean filled your senses. The streets were quiet, isolated in a way that made your heart beat faster. The small town seemed like the kind of place people could disappear into—and you feared Sean had done just that.

You didn’t know what to expect. You only had the address from the letter—Calle del Mar, No. 7. You hadn’t stopped to think about what you'd do if you didn’t find him. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might not be here.

But as you walked down the streets, the weight of every step pressing against your chest, something shifted inside of you. The address led you to a small, forgotten-looking garage, the metal door rusted and aged. There was no sign of life, nothing to indicate this was the place you were looking for. Your heart raced, every instinct telling you to turn back, to give up.

But you couldn’t. Not when you were so close.

You knocked. Once. Twice.

The door creaked open.

Daniel. His face was just as you remembered—stoic, unreadable, but something in his eyes shifted when he saw you. His gaze lingered for a moment, like he was deciding whether to let you in.

“You’re looking for Sean,” he said, his voice low, like he already knew why you were here.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Where is he? Please, I need to see him.”

Daniel stepped aside, not saying a word. Your breath caught in your throat as you walked past him, your feet moving faster than you intended, as though the closer you got to Sean, the more you could breathe.

And then you saw him.

He was sitting there in the dim light, his back to you, almost a shadow in the room. Your heart stopped, your feet rooted to the ground as you took in the sight of him.

Sean.

You couldn’t believe it. He was real. He was here.

You barely registered moving toward him, your legs shaking with the weight of it all. The tension in your body snapped when he finally turned around.

His eyes met yours. For a moment, he just stared, like he couldn’t believe you were actually there. His expression was unreadable, but then, when he spoke, you could hear the crack in his voice.

“Hey,” he said, barely above a whisper.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move. All you could do was step closer to him, reaching for him, feeling your breath catch in your throat.

And then you were in his arms, holding him so tightly you thought you might break him, like if you let go for even a second, he might disappear again. He was warm. He was real.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I didn’t know if you were ever coming back.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, holding you close, his hands trembling against your back. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m here,” you whispered back, your voice small. “I never stopped looking for you. I never gave up.”

You stood there for a long moment, tangled in each other, as if the world had stopped just for you. All the questions, all the uncertainty—everything you had carried with you in the time since the accident—seemed to fade away.

The gang was back together. And this time, you weren’t letting go.

authors note: I haven't written a sean drabble in forever, so I hope this still lives up to your expectations! I am currently working through all the reqs In my inbox, so please be a little bit more patient with me, thank you again for all your support and kind words <3