#y’all this took around 31 hours

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[f10werfae]

My own Milf

pairing: Tom Holland x Older!Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from tom holland and Y/n’s spicy relationship (Tom is 26, Reader is 31) (Requested by Anon)

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Tom Masterlist, Full Masterlist

@/bornintheflesh: Tom finally posted a pic of him and his new girlfriend, and she is so hot. What a milf. I really don’t care if she’s 31, they make such a sexy couple wtf, did y’all not see the photo of them at the beach. TOM IS ENJOYING HER BLUE BIKINI A BIT TOO MUCH, his hands are gripping onto her ass for dear life😭😭

@/osterfieldlol: Harrison said on his story that he introduced Y/n and Tom, and that the first time Tom saw Y/n he said to Harrison “I’ve got to get her number mate” So he likes to think they’re the reason they got together

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@/Marvelgyal101: Why are you guys hating on their age gap? Just cause it ain’t you. They’re such a beautiful couple and they both treat each other so well, that video of them both feeding each other at Tom’s family barbecue was everything!🫶

>> @/loserlovers: So true! I’ve seen some people call her a gold digger, but don’t they know she’s literally one of the only women representing her field?! Lord have mercy these people are dumb. Anyways Stan Y/n L/n, she’s a gorgeous independent woman who wouldn’t even need Tom to sustain herself

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@/spiderwickman: Can Tom just marry her already? They acting too cute to just be bf and gf, surely he’s already put a ring on her? That story Tom told where every morning Y/n gets a shower and he ends up joining her just to piss her off, THAT IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE

>> @/Y/nL/n: PSA. The only reason it pisses me off is because he gets too handsy and then that leads to a two hour shower and then I get hungry. THEN I HAVE TO COOK BECAUSE HES TOO LAZY.

>>> @/TomHolland: Now come on love, you love my pancakes

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@/bunnyrabbitexpress: Did anyone see Tom’s tattoo? It’s a tattoo of a dove on his shoulder, and he said it’s because it’s what he used to call Y/n when they first started officially dating😭 Don’t mind me just sleeping on the highway tonight😭

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@/Y/nL/n: Can someone please tell @/TomHolland that i’m not talking to him until he returns all underwear to my closet, he’s such a pervert and now i’m left going commando 25/8. Or i’m stuck wearing his stinky boxers, 😪

>> @/TomHolland: Well i’m telling you, Y/n Holland, I prefer you without em, plus those lace things look terribly uncomfortable. So i’m doing you a favour, stick to the granny panties or go bare❤️

>>> @/liviaughholland: HE HAS TURNED INTO A SEXUAL BEAST, WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM😍😭😭 Lowkey lovin the PDA tho, so keep goin

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@/Biggiraffe: Saw Y/n and Tom out in London walking Tessa, well actually, it was Y/n walking Tessa while Tom took videos of them from behind laughing and giggling as Tessa just trotted pulling Y/n along to her hearts desire.

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@/princesstulip: My sister saw the Holland couple on the beach in Spain, she told me Tom was literally all over Y/n like a rash. Reapplying her sunscreen for her, refilling her drinks, kissing her body literally EVERYWHERE, puckering his lips for a kiss anytime she complimented his sand castle he built around her and adding a moat to “protect his queen”

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@/lestalk: No one makes me happier than seeing fan girls get humbled. While Y/n and Tom arrived at the airport in New York, they were absolutely ambushed by fans and paps, to a point where Y/n was physically pushed over because someone had clearly deliberately tripped her. AND TOM WENT BALLISTIC, SHOUTING AT PEOPLE TO “Calm down and step away from me and my girlfriend please! We just want to get out of here” Poor Y/n I think had to be seen by a medic because she hurt her knee or something💔

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@/TomHolland: Happy 32nd birthday to the love of my life, and my forever home, Y/n L/n (will be Holland soon I promise) Thank God I went to Harrison’s party and met you, because I seriously don’t know where i’d be without you. I love your gorgeous self, mind and spirit; that ass too but that’s for later ;).

Lots of love, your Tommy

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@/butterlfycocooon: Y/N AND TOM ARE ENGAGED, SHE JUST POSTED A PHOTO OF THEM AND HER HOLDING HER HAND UP WITH A DIAMOND RING OMGOMGOMG. THANK GOD WE ONLY HAD TO WAIT A YEAR AND A HALF, IT WAS GETTING DESPERATE

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@/britishteafluff: Y/n is glowing, I don’t know why or how, but she’s got a different kinda beauty going on right now and i’m in love, sorry Tom. That photo Tom posted of her in a sundress with his family has gotten me starstruck, the way she carries herself so elegantly! Also not Tom’s mom hugging Y/n and not her own son, rip Tom lol

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@/DailyMagazine: Breaking News! Tom Holland and lover Y/n L/n seen shopping at baby aisle at the local Target, does this mean a new arrival is on the way? Y/n and Tom have been together for 2 years now, with her being 33 and him being 28, last year we saw the couple engaged by the Swiss Alps; now are we seeing another new Holland?! Not only that, fans are also gushing at the sight of Tom wrapping his arms around his stunning fiancée, the couple seen to be as in love as the day they revealed their relationship. Whatever the pictures mean, we wish the happy couple the best!

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SNW and DISCO spoilers

so I watched the Una episodes of discovery with no other context. So it’s just the episode where they find the sphere and the last two episodes of season two.

they really go buckwild on this ship. Tilly is being eaten by fungus and no one tells anyone. Jett and the mushroom man get high and slap each other out of it. Also did Jett appear from the vents? Michael is having a family crisis. Saru asked his friend to help him commit ritual suicide and I think a part of his brain fell out. Also I didn’t know he spoke so many languages so that was cool.

they are so dramatic here. The shocked and horrified stares around at each other made the finale an hour long otherwise it would have been like 30 minutes. I expect this from Chris but good grief. The letters goodbye one bye one? Sarek and Amanda somehow showing up ahead of a whole fleet to tell Michael they love her? The sibling fight as the ship is being fired upon? (that one tracks actually) I like it for the big moments but are they always like this?? And is the “eyes up” thing a thing and why doesn’t Chris do it anymore?

I do like the found familyness I am sensing. The whole fam banding together to go with Michael was sweet. And their goodbye to Chris. This is the level of found family where I’d expect to find at least a few of those foster kid fanfics where they refuse to leave each other and the foster parents get six kids at once. I have not looked but I would be disappointed if there aren’t any.

Pike’s stepdad energy is so strong. The whole crew does what they want and loop him in when they feel like it. They are fine without him and have their own system and dynamics going on. He knows it, too, which is hilarious to watch from just knowing him from snw. He really just intervenes to keep his genius stepchildren from straying too far off the mission. They are running around like overexcited puppies (“the sphere is trying to communicate!!!!”) and he keeps them from gnawing on the walls. But he is a good stepdad in that he is ready to throw hands and use his ship as a shield so they can get away from section 31.

then as soon as he gets back to enterprise he brings all of the evil fbi apparently. Una is not surprised and has tricked out the whole ship and the shuttles for battle without prompt. She went Chris was out of my sight for too long we need to be ready to fight the galaxy.

and some more Una notes: Katrina Cornwell seemed tall and commanding until she stood next to Una and it was hilarious how small she was. Took me out of the dramatic bomb defusing moment but I still had fun. And Chris knew someone was going to die from that torpedo and got Una out as soon as he knew there were no other options. My pikeuna heart.

And Una choosing violence with the interrogation sent me. SNW fans know she has been hiding and afraid of scrutiny her whole life, and this is how she shows it. What a woman. She did not even tell them her name. Did we know she was Una at this point or was she Number One all the way until snw premiered?

“Follow the queen.” *Chris immediately looks at Una* I see you Chris.

it is obvious that they did not know how they were going to open snw with Chris being depressed and Una going missing but I liked their shock and happiness when Spock showed up beardless.

idk if I am intrigued enough to watch this whole show but I like Georgiou being their personal annoying gremlin. “Everybody hates you. Congratulations.” Also queen Po going if I die I die.

did not like Una going “in English please” to literally another navigator. We know she’s a genius let her be one y’all. If it were a science person going off a thousand words a minute I would allow it. But Una was talking to a pilot. Do better.

IN GENERAL, a good time. I was there for Una and she was not there much, but that was expected I guess. I was not prepared for how emotional discovery's crew would be. They are all in their feelings at all times. I liked them as a crew and maybe I will return one day.

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A measure of reverence, Pt. 2

When - about an hour and a half after you and Daryl headed off for another day of searching for Sophia, the morning of season 2′s Chupacabra. Part 2 is somewhat heavier than Part 1.

What - you get to a boarded up house and something isn’t right about it. That reveal from ‘What were your nightmares about?’ starts to come to a head.

Who - You and our mangy hick. I attempted a whisper of sensual tension and yes, y’all fight

Perspective - POV Daryl, POV You only twice. He takes over completely in the next one.

Pronouns - she/her

TWs - strong language, arguing, discussion of break-in, a child walker spotted, Daryl makes a sexist comment because he’s still learning and unlearning

Word count - it’s shorter like the Part 1

Be sure to read - What were your nightmares about?, and Part 1 of course. Why not cannonball into the whole series by checking out the Masterlist, slowpoke?

but are there terrible pictures? - always!

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Mid-morning

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Him

He didn’t end up nabbing a horse, he and Y/N took the motorcycle instead. It was the road they were searching first and the bike was way faster. And he didn’t want to ask Dr. Farmer about borrowing a horse because Dr. Farmer was probably gonna say ‘no,’ and Y/N was like “Dude, don’t steal a horse like it’s the 1800s. Let me go ask for you?”

Except, she was all hesitant to get on the bike at first. Kept staring at the gas tank for some reason. He didn’t think riding scared her. Didn’t she mention she’d learned how?

At any rate, they were off within a few minutes of the horse/bike debate.

Once they got there, he walked the bike to reduce the noise and save on gas...

...and the search was coming up emp-ty.

Empty houses, empty road.

Nothing but birds twittering and Y/N’s and his bits of conversation here and there. They called “Sophia!” every few minutes, and every few minutes they were let down again.

They didn’t search for supplies so much as cover as much ground as possible to try find any hint of somebody having come through.

“Those must’ve been the ones Otis checked,” she’d said, finally breaking what had mostly been silence for about half an hour. “Mr. Greene said he’d gone through to see if anybody was alive and bring back any survivors and to bury those that died. Not sure where the graves are, we saw, like, one,” she thought out loud. “But maybe most of them survived so went to a safe zone or evac spot?”

“It’s weird how there ain’t even geeks, though.” For this brief sec, he started to get creeped out. Where were the bodies? There had to be some.

“We’re callin’ them ‘walkers,’ remember. Way cooler than ‘geeks,’ like, literally.”

Always trying to lighten the mood, that one.

He actually knew (maybe?) how that nickname happened. “D’you know where that name came from?”

“Nah. Gotta say it confused me.”

“Came from the name for this crazy sumbitch at circuses who’d bite the heads off chickens.”

She didn’t even slow down, she full-on stopped walking and blurted out “What the fuck?”

“Yep.”

“Daryl, tell me you just made that up, that’s vile.”

“You didn’t hear Dale explain it around the fire that first night?” It was right after he told people about how he saw that chupacabra (he did see one, damn it) but people thought he was full of it.

She’d shivered as she tied a white strip to the telephone pole to mark the area. “Amy, Glenn and I got to talking about cryptid stuff with the kids after you said the thing about the chupacabra.” A smile. “Amy knew so much about mermaids and sirens.”

“How are we for time?”

She looked at her wrist. Dale lent her his watch again. “It’s only 9:31. High-five for this mighty good team right here, Dary-bear.”

After that, Y/N rested her hand on her stitches and looked at the property about half a football field away. “I think that’s the…that’s the one Mr. Greene mentioned.” She pointed. “Boarded up, closest to the road northside.”

From behind a big fir tree, he peered at the old house. The windows and doors were boarded on the bottom floor, clear on the top floor and attic. There were fruit trees in the big, woodsy yard. A large, faded shed. A tire swing and a metal slide. A kiddie pool. Overgrown tomato plants in what looked like a neglected garden.

A firepit. A compost heap. A chicken coop and run with a (ugh, that won’t be pretty) big gaping hole in the fencing. “What’s special about it, the fruit trees?”

“The family might, uh, they might could be inside the house. Alive or otherwise.”

A sensation like nausea swept over him for a moment, so he willed it down and he adjusted his grip on his crossbow.

“I’m guessin’ by the looks of it, it’s ‘otherwise.’ C’mon, let’s check it out,” he said. “They got fruit trees and kid stuff in the yard. If Sophia came by here, she prolly would’ve tried to go in the shed, at least.”

Y/N nodded and jogged toward the place—then shouted “Hello?”—and then started waving. Waving!

“Why you doin’ that?” he grated. He immediately started to pull her by her good arm back into the trees so they could approach less damn obviously.

Wrong move, because she wrenched it away and snipped, “Don’t you dare go grabbin’ people like that.”

He mumbled an apology (sort of) to be polite since she was his friend, but that’s it; because what was she doing? Fucking idiot. Since when was she that stupid? It would’ve been more to the damn point to superglue a target on their heads!

He said that to her, in fact, word-for-word.

Y/N’s muscles tensed up, just like before when her brother started spouting off about the search efforts. She licked her teeth, he heard her let out an exhale through her nose as if she were a bull about to charge, and the only way to accurately describe how her voice came out was ‘growl.’

“You better apologize, r-right fuckin’ now, you sorry piece of shit.”

Unfortunately, he let this fly out of his mouth: “You on the rag or somethin’?”

And she flung that shit right back at him: “Why? Lookin’ to get a used tampon shoved up your ass, bitch?”

He didn’t even realize she’d gotten up in his face until he felt her breath on his neck and under his chin. Hell, he could even feel the heat radiating off her body, she’d gotten real damn close.

But instead of looking all pissed off, her eyes got all wide like she was either alarmed or confused about something. They stared at each other.

Stared.

Swallowed.

Stared.

And it was the tiny, quiet, deer-in-headlights, shocked way she whispered, “Oh Moses, that comeback was disgustin’,” that despite his wishes made him lose it and start cackling.

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You

Of all things, his head bumped against yours when he burst out laughing.

It’s all good, though, it only served to break the tension more. You didn’t even realize you’d gotten so close until you felt his breath on your forehead but you were too taken aback at what had erupted out of your mouth.

Might as well make it more awkward, right? “For the record, I use pads and don’t have my period right now, though I finally did get it like two weeks ago,” you filled him in, letting yourself crack up a bit. At least the two of you weren’t having a catfight.

He groaned, “Goddamn,” and scratched the back of his head.

“Say, pookie?” you sassed, and earned a grumble in response. On second thought, you decided to leave ‘pookie’ more to Carol and stick with ‘mangy hick’ yourself. “Don’t go sayin’ stuff about girls and their periods, yeah?”

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Him

That the following words out of her mouth would be a friendly, not-fake sounding: “You’re a good man, I know you’re better than that,” threw him off. Being that this wasn’t the direction he assumed the conversation would take, he looked down at the ground and shuffled slightly while he wracked his brain for a response.

‘You’re a good man, I know you’re better than that.’

But before he figured out what to say back, she muttered, “And I named-called you and got in your face, that wasn’t right, but please don’t…c’mon, man, don’t call me stupid.”

It wasn’t just the imaginary knee that kicked him in the dick that time, an imaginary fist punched him right in the ribs, too. He’d been an asshole, a big fucking asshole. Part of him is wished he really did get punched when he managed to hush, “You ain’t stupid.”

He also apologized for the thing where he asked if she was on the rag, that was shitty. He was sorry he grabbed her arm and started to pull her, too, that was way more shitty.

But hell if a civil-ass conversation didn’t follow.

Story is: she wanted anyone who ‘might could’ be in the house who ain’t a geek walker to know she and him were friendly so that they wouldn’t shoot, and that the guy who just died Otis had gone by already and wasn’t shot at.

Y/N had seemed so sad. “They live right off a connecting route, how many people must’ve seen it, stopped, tried their luck?”

“That’s why I’m sayin’ go careful and quiet,” he stressed. “Outta sight.”

“We’ll still need to trespass and potentially break and enter.”

“And if they’re alive in there, you’re still a big-ass target when you wave.”

She nodded and exhaled. Wait, why were her eyes wet?

“When we get there, I’ll knock and ask if anybody’s home. If nothing, it’ll attract any walkers might could be in there, that way they’ll all be in one place so we can put them out of their misery easier.”

Interesting way to phrase it, he guessed. Why this whole schtick was such a big deal, he didn’t get, but ‘put them out of their misery’ stuck with him as they crept smoothly through the side-yard.

It stuck with him when he noticed trails of feathers all over, starting with one leading right from the clumsy hole in the chicken pen.

It stuck with him as they saw the side-door with a sturdy wood slab covering the knobs.

It stuck with him as he peeked through a plank to look in a window and saw what must’ve been the pantry.

He had to make sure about something. “That thing you said before,” he asked under his breath, “Y’realize there ain’t nobody ‘in there,’ right? That’s gone.”

“Dr. Jenner explained what happens, and we all saw the brain scan.” Her voice got quieter. “I-I’m trying’ to maintain a measure of reverence, I guess, for who they was.”

“A measure of reverence,” he repeated.

She huffed and whispered, “Don’t,” as she firmly tapped on glass. “Hello? We ain’t—” she paused and turned down her accent. “We’re not here to hurt anybody or rob anybody, we’re only looking for supplies and a lost girl. We can’t tell if this house is occupied or not.”

She banged on the window again. Called again. “We are going to come into the house if we don’t receive some kind of response that there’s people inside.”

Following this, he thought he was having a stroke for a second before he realized Y/N said something in another language. “Was that Spanish?”

“Just giving this my due diligence,” she mumbled, then rapped on the siding yet again, and loud. “Three people are going to break in unless we know we should not! If there is someone in there, make yourself known, please!”

Smart to add a fake third person and to stay pressed against the house to remain out of sight.

Annoyed as he was at all that bullshit, he found himself stopping from making any comments because her voice had cracked a little. He looked over at them.

His annoyance shifted into something softer. “You okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m just bein’ an idiot.”

He took it on himself to knock and call “We’ll leave if we know you’re in there, just give a shout. We don’t want no trouble.” He hoped his voice sounded somewhat gentle when looked at his friend and shrugged. “Due diligence, right?”

Her expression was tense. “Was this how you felt before you saw the chupacabra? Th-there’s somethin’ not right here, and it ain’t just that all the chickens been attacked, there’s—” A few, loud bangs on the siding and one final “Hello!” and she looked at him, not bothering to finish whatever her thought was. Then she took a few running steps back to that window to look in between the planks like he did and suddenly jolted.

“What’d you see?”

“I just—I think it was a squirrel or a rat?”

Ah. “Guess that answers if anyone’s home,” he said, talking at a normal level now.

“How did those get in? All the windows are accounted for.” She started sprinting around the house, so he jogged along. “All three doors are shut or planked, too. Roof looks fine…”

That was a little weird, he had to admit.

“Daryl? I-I don’t like this.”

Curiosity took over as he squinted up at the top floor, where all windows were either closed or had an unbroken screen. He continued to walk around, checking the top floor and attic space, but everything was intact. “I’ma check out the sheds and the well, then let’s go. We’re wastin’ time.”

Well, the first one was a woodshed, so that was a bust. Nothing else could fit in there but a few more logs. In the second, bigger shed, it was pretty tidy and had the usual stuff in there like a lawnmower, storage bins, shovels, tools, old paint cans.

The way some of the storage bins weren’t flush against the wall made him pause. That thing Y/N said the yesterday about how they’d found foster kids sleeping hidden between furniture and a wall to feel safer popped back into his head.

Wouldn’t you know it, when he looked behind, there was a tarp positioned around two of the bins to make what looked like a small, concealed sleeping area.

It was good, it was real good! And based on the map, this house was close enough to the woods by the highway to have made sense!

He called Y/N’s name and started trying to clue together any other indication of what that was and if it really could’ve been Sophia and for how long she might’ve stayed. Again, he shouted, “Y/N, I’m in the shed!”

The high he was feeling felt as if five espressos were buzzing through him. Must’ve be what Y/N felt like after that coffee mix-up this morning, ha. Where was she? She had to get in there and see it!

He called her name a third time.

It was the way she croaked back “Daryl,” that had his bolt was notched and ready before he’d even left the shed.

“Y/N? What’s goin’ on?” He aimed his sights all around when he saw her.

But his friend was simply standing there, panting, and holding a giant (and unfamiliar?) pair of bolt cutters while she stared at something.

“Y/N?”

The word “the” was repeated five times when lifted her chin toward it and was able to finally spit out the word “hatch.”

He walked closer and looked down at the basement hatch.

“I l-looked in the window again and there was a dead one inside and—” she paused to breathe, and a slow string of words that didn’t connect enough followed. “I didn’t know how the, w-with the squirrel, so I, um, the, it’s—”

“Y/N, hey. Zen.”

Her whole demeanor had changed, especially from how damn cheerful she’d been this morning. Eyes wide, she waved him closer with her good arm and crouched at the hatchway. “Th-the pachysandra was coverin’ it, but the handle,” she held up the bolt cutters, “It’s red, it-it stuck out.”

It took him a few moments to see what she was talking about.

The cellar hatch wasn’t shut. A brick was holding it open. By the looks of it, it had been broken from the outside. The latch was snapped.

“Cockroaches always find a way in,” Y/N whispered.

Nausea splashed through him again when he reached for the crowbar that had been lost in the overgrown ivy stuff and put two and two together, along with what she meant when she said ‘cockroaches always find a way in.’

“You saw just the one walker inside, Y/N?”

A nod. “I stopped looking when I saw him. He was very young. I don’t reckon he would’ve been alone when…” She trailed off and drew her gun.

“Why do you need that?”

“Just checkin’ it again,” she faltered.

“That a silencer on there?” he asked in reference to the extra thing on the end.

She shook her head. “A compensator.”

He had no idea what that meant, but he did know she was most likely fixing to go inside and use that gun. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

“Sophia ain’t in there.”

She ejected the magazine to check the cartridges. “I know.”

“Then what are you doin’?”

With a slide and a click, she loaded it back up. “Giving them rest and buryin’ them. I don’t know exactly what happened or w-what we’re gonna find, but I can give them rest.”

Giving ‘them’ rest. There was no ‘them.’

But instead of saying that or arguing further at what he should have considered bullshit and a waste of time, he was nodding.

“We go in quiet,” he said to her. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

“You’ll help me?”

“Quietly.”

Y/N looked back at her gun and flicked off the safety. “I want this ready when we first go in,” she stated softly. “Please trust me.”

A firm “I do,” came out of his mouth. Why, he wasn’t so sure of.

Their eyes met. She nodded and rummaged through her backpack. Took out a flashlight. Her lips wobbled when she said, “I’ll take care of the little one, okay? You don’t need to see that.”

Looking back, it should’ve seemed foreign and absolutely batshit that he would be busting into a house just to put down geeks. And yet, he gripped the hatchway with one hand, gripped his crossbow with the other, and at her go, flipped the doors open.

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You

Time did that thing where it sped up and slowed down, and the strangely comforting feeling of nothing took over.

It was what you feared: home invasion. The residents had been alive at the time, or at least some.

The family in that house loved each other very much, that was plain. Seems they’d all caught the fever, too, unfortunately. The perps must’ve been sick, too, because they’d also turned. Everyone in the home had.

The grandma wrote a note, but the handwriting was hard to decipher, plus it was in Spanish, so you couldn’t make out too much of it. You’d folded it up and put it in your backpack.

While you and Daryl put them to rest, you counted the ones you put down yourself, thought of your mother, thought of the memories of doing this for your middle sister and her family, and prayed that you and Daryl wouldn’t get bitten in the process. You prayed the family in the house was in a better place, and you…you battled back and forth between inwardly telling the two who broke into the house that they were trash and deserved how they went out versus hoping that they found some kind of redemption before the end.

Maybe it was all a horrible mistake and they didn’t realize anyone was still living there. It didn’t appear at first glance that they surrendered once they found out, but...still, you couldn’t know.

Dale’s watch is ticking away, reminding you that you need to get up from the chair you’d sunk into.

It’s time to bury those poor people, and get back out there.

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warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, liberal use of italics, soft soft, kenma in denial, allusions to marriage, bokuto and kuroo meddling, drinking, declarations of love, SMUT!!! (is marked off!), sub!kenma, handjob + blowjob, slightly insecure!kenma, meiko mentions, enthusiastic consent, one (1) katamari reference, vocal!kenma, uhh

an. good golly gee i HATE ending the endings m so bad at it AND the smut is lil weirder to skip??? like it’s not impossible or anything but it’s not as smooth as atsumu’s, m rlly sorry :((((( but i rlly hope y’all enjoy hehe don’t forget to feed me shawties :3

the loud obnoxious pop music blasting in the crowded bar around kenma made him want to fling himself into the moon at the nearest opportunity.

okay, so that was a little dramatic but the fact still stood.

he was crammed into a tiny booth with kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi, the former brushing up against him with every little movement, making kenma bristle in discomfort.

why the hell did i agree to this, kenma thought while sipping on his cranberry juice. he’d never enjoyed drinking, his true thoughts and feelings coming out way too easily once intoxicated. it was so infuriating being a lightweight, especially when everyone around him was disgustingly drunk.

“are you having fun kenma?” bokuto half yelled, half slurred into his ear from across the table. kenma slouched further into the booth’s stained cushions in response, his lack of answer not bothering bokuto in the slightest.

with the boisterous man’s attention successfully diverted by akaashi, kenma allowed his eyes to wander out over the dance floor but he wasn’t really paying them any mind. instead, his mind was occupied with none other than you.

it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering all the time he’d been spending with you recently. it had been a few months since the hyper house had disbanded and while you were enjoying your time living with your best friends, they had way too much sex. like an abnormal amount.

it had gotten to the point where you were having to abscond from the apartment four times a week because they were just so loud.

at first you had found refuge in the 24 hour cafe a few blocks from your place but falling asleep at a hard wood table only to have to walk home at 2am alone was terrible for your peace of mind (and your back).

you’d started complaining about it at your weekly animal crossing hang outs with kenma and he’d offered the brilliant solution of you coming over to his place when makki and mattsun were otherwise... occupied.

you were shocked at his suggestion and aptly so. it was no news that kenma absolutely hated hosting and having people over, especially since he was one of the few former members that were able to afford their own place straight out the gate.

when you’d expressed this, all he had said was, you’re different.

that wasn’t enough for you, evidenced by your once again nightly stays at the cafe but when you had to run home because someone was following you, you begrudgingly agreed to kenma’s offer and started sleeping at his house multiple times a week.

it was a bit to get used to at first, seeing you first thing in the morning with messy hair and sleep-swollen eyes. you were beautiful jarring. but, as time passed, he got used to your presence, making your drink of choice and sliding him his tea in the morning, sending him a soft smile that had him running to the bathroom to hide his blush.

it was all... strangely domestic.

even now, the thought of you in your threadbare sleep shirt, standing in his kitchen while cooking breakfast sent a wave of heat across his face, spreading up to the tips of his ears.

“what are you thinking about that’s got you so red?” kuroo teased, pulling the glass out of kenma’s hands, laughing at his annoying glare. he hoped he could ignore the question as he so often did, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky.

bokuto cackled in his seat before calling out your name, sending a chill of fear down kenma’s spine. “bet he’s thinkin about her! about how he wants to smooch her and maybe more,” he waggled his eyebrows, “i’m just saying!”

the rest of the table let out good natured laughs but kenma was preoccupied with replaying what bokuto had said.

i mean, sure he thought you were pretty, but anyone with eyes would agree! and yeah, maybe spending time with you was the highlight of his week, but it wasn’t his fault you were so genuinely enjoyable to be around. and of course, sometimes when it was late at night, his mind would wander to you and how it would feel to wake up beside you instead of across the hall from you and—

fuck. he liked you. a lot.

then, as if you somehow knew exactly what was on his mind (a terrifying thought to entertain), his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. he pulled it out quickly to check it and he hated how his heart picked up in his chest at the sight of your contact name.

[sussy baka <3]: wya shawty 🤨 u have no food in ur fridge n m hungry seen 13:20

[player ew]: s boys night seen 13:22

[sussy baka <3]: 😐

[sussy baka <3]: are u having fun seen 13:25

[player ew]: ... seen 13:28

[sussy baka <3]: yeah that’s what i thought

[sussy baka <3]: bring home some ramen <3 seen 13:31

home. god, if he didn’t like the sound of that coming from you. it took kenma no time at all to start packing up his things, ignoring the knowing looks on his friends faces as he tossed down a couple of bills for his drink and left to go home, where you were.

after stopping at the convenient store, he headed to his apartment building, shopping bag full of ramen in one hand and heart in the other.

no matter what he did, he couldn’t get bokuto’s annoying voice out of his head, telling him that he liked you. and now that he knew it was true? he was kind of spiraling.

the ding of the elevator managed to somehow shake him out of his thoughts, at least for him to get to his front door, but once it was open, all coherent brain activity immediately dissolved.

you were sitting on his couch in the living room, bundled up in one of his mario blankets and wearing one of his hoodies as you watched some animal documentary raptly, sheer disgust written all over your face.

kenma gulped.

he managed to work up the courage to actually enter his apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and beelining towards the kitchen, not missing your excited call of his name and wide grin.

biting down any other unchecked feelings, he quickly set to work boiling the water for the ramen and then... stood there. boiling water would take a while and he knew he couldn’t avoid you forever but he really, really didn’t want to go sit by you with all these emotions sitting right on his chest.

“kenma, they’re gonna eat the seal!” you yelled from the couch, waving him over frantically. how was he supposed to say no to brutal animal murder on tv? kenma chuckled dryly at his own joke as he made his way over to where you sat, plopping himself on the side of the couch furthest away from you.

he told himself he just didn’t want to bug you when he had to go check the water but he knew it was a lie. he was running from his feelings, from anything that could ruin this.

you shot him a concerned look which he caught out of the corner of his eye but he kept his head firmly forward, unwilling to look at you if he didn’t have to. “kenma, what’s wrong? was boys night that bad?” you asked gently, and fuck if that didn’t make him feel worse.

kenma just shook his head, still choosing not to face you. you let out a long, arduous sigh before scooting across the couch and pressing yourself to his side, pulling his head down to rest on your chest while taking one of his hands into your own.

what the fuck. what the fuck?!1!?1!!?1!

you were so soft and warm and your arms around him made him feel things which was exactly what he was trying to avoid but then you actually started to speak and oh shit it got worse.

“kenma,” you started, running your hands through his deep brown locks, “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”

of course he knew that because this was you and you were so kind and considerate and badass and cool and that was all precisely why he couldn’t talk to you about everything, especially when it came to his emperor of the cosmos sized feelings for you.

but, instead of saying any of that, he allowed you to continue, his body relaxing into your hold against his will.

“i bother you because i care about you and i worry, you know. i know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself but i can’t help it...” if kenma was really listening, he would’ve heard the shakiness in your voice, the apprehension in your words but he didn’t. “i can’t help it because i like you, kenma.”

you... what?

kenma pushed himself off of you to look you in the face, to find any sign that you’re pranking him or just being cruel but he couldn’t find any.

still, he couldn’t take you at your word, after all who would like someone like him?

“say it again,” his voice comes just under a whisper, his words stilted and unsure but he needs to know, he needs to believe you. he wants to believe you.

“i like you.” you don’t use any big, flowery words, nor do you try and justify why you like him and still, somehow it’s enough. kenma’s eyes filled with tears as they’re trained on you but your eyes were occupied elsewhere.

staring at his lips.

“can i kiss you?” you asked softly, not pressuring or forceful but like that was truly just on your mind and you had to ask it. kenma wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resist when you asked him like that. “please,” was his response, already breathy and absolutely wrecked.

you obliged.

•••smut begin•••

surging forward, you pressed your mouth to his, soft lips meeting chapped ones as you moved them insistently against his own. kenma let out an embarrassing whine at the contact, his hands balling into fists by his sides.

yours, on the other hand, wandered, tracing over the hills and valleys of his chest and back before landing right under the hem of his hoodie. you pulled back, laughing quietly at the way he so eagerly chased your lips while halting him with a hand to his sternum.

“can i take this off?” kenma nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself and you let out another soft huff as you busied yourself with getting him naked.

he tried to help you where he could, but he was ultimately resigned to bask in your movements, in your control as you manhandled him out of every article of clothing he was wearing until he was as naked as the day he was born.

immediately, the insecurities took hold of him, his mouth opening to stutter out an apology for how he looked. meiko’s voice played in his ears, reminding him he wasn’t what the girls went for being too skinny, too sensitive, too loud.

kenma moved to pick his clothes back up to cover himself before retreating to his room where he could die of shame but your firm hand kept him where he sat.

“you’re beautiful,” you said, like you were saying the sky was blue or the grass was green — as an irrefutable fact. your brows were furrowed at first but the expression melted away to show a softer one, one full of love, admiration, and... lust.

a high-pitched whimper left his lips at your gaze, his cock throbbing against his thigh. you grinned and moved back in to kiss him, your hand moving to his throat to hold him in place, his adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.

your other, unoccupied, hand traveled down his body to rub over a nipple, his back arching into your touch as his breath hitched against your mouth. you let out a hum of approval, continuing your ministrations of pinching and plucking the hard bud before moving further down to take a hold of his cock.

kenma broke away from you, a choked wail erupting from his chest as he bucked up into your grip. “can i make you feel good? can i show you how beautiful you are?” you asked earnestly, your thumb gently caressing his jaw.

“please, please, please,” he begged. under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed at how easily he’d been folding for you, but it was so much easier to just submit to your capable and willing hands.

“good boy,” you tacked on mindlessly, your blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips only adding to your debauched look. internally, kenma preened at the fact that he was responsible for you looking like that, so feral like you just wanted to eat him up.

which was apparently exactly what you wanted to do, evidenced by you sliding onto your knees in front of him, pressing kisses and sucking marks into his pale thighs.

kenma’s hips stuttered beneath you as he watched you get closer and closer to his throbbing member, the tip already bright red and leaking precum.

suddenly, your eyes shot up to his, pinning him with an intense stare as you slowly, slowly brought him to your mouth, the wet heat enveloping the head before you closed your lips around him and sucked.

holy fucking shit.

his reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips bucked up into your mouth, and a filthy moan escaped from him as you started to get into a nice rhythm sucking his cock.

kenma could barely keep himself quiet, especially when you began toying with his balls, the feeling adding to the coil tightening in his gut.

you pulled all the way off of him before sucking him down the hilt, his mouth opening in a silent scream as you choked around his length, the pleasure that your throat was bringing while you pulsed around him was otherworldly.

he was going to die, he resigned. he was going to die by the biggest orgasm he’d ever had with his penis in your mouth and he was going to love every second of it.

a sharp tap to his inner thigh brought him back down to earth, this bleary eyes trying to focus on your face and once they did, he was taken aback. your eyes held such fondness, such love that he could hardly take it.

kenma couldn’t hold back his thoughts, especially under the intensity of your gaze, his mouth opening to gasp out, “i love you, shit, i love you.”

you pulled off him with a pop but you didn’t stop stroking him, your hand picking up the pace to the point that his thighs were quivering with the strength of his oncoming orgasm.

“say it again,” you threw his words right back at him and if he’d been in his right mind, he might’ve laughed but since he was drowning in pleasure, he immediately followed your orders, groaning out those three words over and over until he was hoarse.

you seemed to enjoy it, so much so that you took the palm of your hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of his cock, sending him right over the edge.

his vision whited out completely as he came with a loud cry of your name, tears trailing from his lashline from the sheer severity of his orgasm, one hand grasped tightly in yours.

•••smut over•••

as kenma came down from his high, he watched you brush his hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his hairline.

“you know, i love you too,” you stated, pulling him up to rest his spent body against your own. he scoffed while playing with your hand, toying with your bare ring finger in a way that you knew was deliberate.

“i figured, you just sucked my dick.” you protested loudly, smacking him gently on the arm when he snickered at your reaction. after your laughter died down, he rested his head back over your heart, listening to the steady beat thrumming beneath his ear.

your hands tangled back into his hair and he felt himself drifting off into dreamland when a loud meow startled him awake again. kyabia (or caviar) stared up at him with unblinking feline eyes, her tail swishing silently against the floor. “oh god, my cat is seeing me naked,” he gasped in horror, your chest heaving against his ear as you cackled.

kyabia quickly got bored and scampered off to who knows where and by that time, kenma was ready to knock back out. you were still laughing though and since you were his human pillow, that just wouldn’t do.

shoving you down on the couch, he buried his head in your chest and muttered a blunt, “sleep,” ignoring the way your giggle made a smile spread across his cheeks.

obviously, you could tell if your own matching grin was anything to go by but you let it be, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter to your body, like you were trying to pour all your love into the embrace.

kenma only hoped that you would also “let it be” when you caught him ring shopping on his phone just a few weeks later.

it was only a matter of time. why delay when he loved you and you loved him? he knew he couldn’t wait until he could officially call you his.

after all, kozume yn had a nice ring to it.

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

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[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 31

*not my image* Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, lots of political bullshit, mentions of smut, mentions of drama, weed and alcohol consumption. a/n: sorry this update took so fucking long, i had to rework the debate shit like eight times, and have been focussing my home time on editing photos since that actually pays the bills. and i am regretfully informing y’all that allthough i am nearly done them, I have a new show to photograph on Friday and then edit all next week….ugh…bills…am i right

Sheer exhaustion from the campaign, the stress of your secret personal life, and still working weekends at Shaw’s had you sleeping well past noon at Jackie’s. When you’d finally woken up, you were impeccably glad that you only had one work associated task to attend to today, making your way from her place into your car.

Once back at your condo, you turned on one screen to the news channel, and set about getting some at home errands done. You’d been working so much you knew there was a back up of laundry, tossing a load into the washer, cleaning out your fridge and kitchen before loading up the dishwasher and scrubbing down the counters. You tidied up the rest of the apartment, taking out a couple loads of recycling and garbage, making sure everything was clean and how you wanted it. You remade the bed with a fresh set of sheets before you turned back to the mini walk in closet, thinking about your conversation with Jackie. You honestly had been thinking about tossing a lot of what Heather had bought for you over the year but you weren’t quite sure where you wanted to draw the line, a lot of the stuff you ended up using or wearing on a pretty regular basis, especially with the new job. But you wanted to purge her from your life as much as you could, and wanted to have as little as possible in your home that made you think of her. You let out a huff of a sigh, picking up your phone as you turned on a playlist and tugged out a couple of boxes, one for donation, and one for the garbage as you finally began to sort through the gifted items.

*

A few hours later, a few boxes littered the kitchen island while you still dug through the closet, trying to figure out what you were keeping and what you felt was needed to give away. Half the boxes were filled with crap Heather had gifted you, the other half shit you hadn’t worn or used years, or shit you wouldn’t since your full time job was now in the White House. The t.v was on, the channel covering the news pre-debate, loud enough that you could hear anything substantial from the other room. You’d already eaten dinner, surprised at the late hour of this debate, though they were in California, a seven p.m debate there was starting at ten p.m your time.

You thought you heard a noise, and attributed it to the t.v before you definitely heard a clunk, a voice called out, causing you to jump.

“Y/n?” Becca’s voice rang out through the condo.

“I’m in here.” You called back, dumping a handful of dresses into the donation box before the younger woman popped up in the bedroom doorway.

“I know you have political crap to do tonight but I cannot stand to be around my fuck twat of a brother anymore.” She grumbled, dropping down onto your bed.

“Understandable.” You laughed as you turned back to the closet.

“What is all this?” Becca pried at the lid of the box closest to her.

“I’m purging my apartment,” you called back, “getting rid of shit she got me. You’re more than welcome to look through them but all things considered I doubt they’re you’re style.”

“Good for you.” Becca tossed you a grin as you tossed another pile of clothes onto the bed, sorting them into different boxes, “what about this one?” Her hand hit the lid of a fully loaded bin and you nearly shrieked.

“Not that!”

“Oh GOD!” She jolted away from the box, a playful look of disgust on her face, “this is full of sex toys ins’t it?!”

“Those, are for the garbage!”

“Disgusting.” She replied with a laugh and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” You tossed a couple of shirts into a donation box, returning the rest to your closet, “why were you with Jordan anyways?”

“Remember that story I told you about his grad party?”

“Is that when your Mom…” you trailed off, letting her finish the thought.

“No. Mom wasn’t there for this one, one of his idiot friends jumped off the roof into the pool and broke a leg and the other ankle?”

“Oh right.” You nodded, “such smart scholars he associates with.”

“Yeah, well after that Mom demanded I be there whenever he hosted parties to try and keep an eye on things, or like, throw him under the bus and make a noise complaint to the cops so that party would get shut down.”

“Why bother even going tonight?”

“Dad’s worried about him.” She shrugged, helping as you collected the bags and boxes, depositing them by the door before swinging through the kitchen, “I decided it was better for me to leave when they started trashing the house.”

“The guest house?” You raised a brow, passing her a cider.

“Nope.” She sighed, “the main house. Well…honestly probably both…” she took a large swig, “the moment the Swarovski vase got smashed, I peaced.”

“Oh Jordan you fucking moron.” You sighed, “my thoughts are prayers are with you because your Mother is about to disown you.”

“Literally.” Becca laughed, “I mean…good for him for sticking it to her after she threw him under the bus for her own campaign….”

“True.” You padded out to the living room, Becca following your lead as you dropped down onto the couch, “ya know, if you want to take my laptop and go watch Netflix in the other room I’m not gonna be offended.”

“Oh bestie…” she cackled, “my Mom’s about to get absolutely destroyed on national television…. I am watching this debate.”

“You take too much joy from this.”

*

Over in California things were gearing up nicely, Jackie felt as prepared as she could be and knowing that her and Underwood were technically on the same team helped boost her confidence. She knew that Heather would be the one taking most of the hits tonight, but was fully prepared to take a few herself, the two republican candidates, Hunter and Levers, would likely already know that Heather wasn’t going to get the nomination, and wouldn’t have to dig too deeply into her at this point.

Jackie and Remy had just disembarked the SUV, moving through the halls of the conference centre, making their way towards the auditorium. She vaguely heard his phone beep, but didn’t stop moving until his hand closed around her bicep, pulling her back and over to the side of the corridor.

“What?” She asked, glancing up at the concerned expression on his face and he turned the phone screen toward her.

“Someone found the ample timing.” He muttered and she took the phone from him. It was a twitter article, the one she’d been honestly waiting for at this point, a few paparazzi photos of you and her out to brunch the previous weekend, one that was very obviously a kiss, along with a couple of work related ones, linking you to being part of her staff. “You want me to call her?”

“No.” Jackie sighed, “she’s got google alerts turned on, she’ll have already seen it.”

“You worried about this?”

“No.” She smiled softly with a small nod, “we’ve always known that our relationship could get dragged into this, we’re both prepared. As long as no one manages to connect the dots between her and…” she nodded toward the auditorium, “that’s all she’s worried about. I’ll make an official statement after the debate.”

She quickly skimmed through the article as they continued their way down the hall, and was happy to see that at least whoever published it had yet to figure out what your name was. She said a silent prayer that if Heather tried to contact you, you’d make the smart move and not pick up your phone, the last thing she wanted was for you to get an earful after you’d made so much progress.

After quickly slipping into character, she stepped into the room, leaving Remy to take a seat in the audience as she made her way up to her assigned podium. The room was set up so that Frank, Heather and herself were slightly aligned in a semi circle across from Hunter and Levers. The debate was quick to start, hearing opening statements and everyone droned on about policies, beliefs and why they would make the preferred president over the others. There was a bit of back and fourth of the democrats uniting against the republicans, as exciting as politics could get, but they were making their strong points and backing their arguments up with clear and concise evidence.

It was no one’s surprise when Hunter was the one to start to play dirty, cutting off Jackie mid sentence;

“Well Ms Sharp I do have to wonder how many Americans want a gay president?”

She huffed, doing her best not to openly roll her eyes, more irked that she’d been interrupted rather than called out,

“Mr Hunter I don’t really know what my sexuality has to do with running a country, but I do believe they would rather have a gay president than a homophobic president.” She replied, unsurprised when it was Heather that cut in next.

“Oh so I suppose they want one that’s been having inappropriate relations with their staff members?” Jackie could see the fury behind her eyes, there was no doubt she’d seen the article right before the debate started.

“Inappropriate relations?” She replied with a cocked brow, “bold coming from you. What I do in my personal time and who I spend my time with is my business, we’re both fully consenting adults, and that doesn’t affect the way I do my job or would run the Oval Office. Now I do believe we’re getting a bit off topic.” She turned back away from Heather, attempting to steer back to where she was before the interruption when Levers cut into the conversation.

“Ms Dunbar, I dare say, that is rather bold of you. You were the one exposed having, what was it? Eleven different affairs over the years? And they were referred to as sugar babies, if I do recall correctly. I’d say your ability to lie and sneak around for over twenty years is much more concerning as someone running for office than something like Ms Sharp having an open and enjoyable personal life.”

“I do believe we’re supposed to be talking about foreign policy.” Frank cut in, attempting to steer things back to political topics, while he did enjoy kicking Heather while she was down, he didn’t want this thing to drag on all night, and he wanted it over earlier rather than later.

“Oho…” Heather scoffed, “I’m not the one with the lying wife who covered things up for her to maintain the Underwood image.”

Before she could even get another word in and spill what was in the journal Frank shot back, his voice hardening, snapping back at her, she could fuck with him all she wanted, but drag Claire into it and he would fucking destroy her.

“No, you’re just the lying wife who covered up her son’s DUI, we haven’t forgotten about that Ms Dunbar. And while you’re trying to drag down your opponents, let us remind you that as Ms Sharp said, it’s two consenting adults, she doesn’t have to pay her partners to spend time with her.” There was a resounding ‘ooohhh’ through the room, “not to mention she doesn’t have a husband — oh wait…I suppose I do mean ex-husband now, isn’t that right?— back at home waiting for her to return.”

Heather’s jaw clenched, there was no doubt in her mind that he’d gotten that information through you, she’d managed to keep up the façade of her marriage at least a little bit, the divorce wasn’t publicized and had actually been done quite quietly. Unless Underwood had personally reached out to Rob, he was a ‘no comment’ type of guy, but all things considered…maybe he would have changed his ways. Though how would her being divorced be a political play when there were far worse things out there, it made much more sense to have been mentioned in passing from you and on top of everything else that evening, that made her absolutely furious. Frank had started to drone on a little bit more about her failed marriage and family life, how it was a bad sign that she couldn’t keep things together, how she wouldn’t be helpful to a country when Jackie picked up on the way Heather’s jaw was clenched, the way her hands were painfully gripping the edge of the podium. She knew exactly where that anger was going to end up getting unleashed and she wouldn’t fucking stand for it, choosing to step up and take her own stab at Heather while she could, divert the anger to herself instead of you where she knew it would end up falling.

“You know, Ms Dunbar’s right, we should be talking about candidates relations with White House staff.” Heather’s head tilted at her words, her brow furrowing and she didn’t have a comeback, wondering where Jackie was going with this, “everyone within those walls should feel safe and respected, whether they’re the president themselves, or a janitor. And Ms Dunbar is the one out there verbally and physically assaulting members of said staff. Why should we put her in charge of everything?”

*

“Hohoooo!” Becca cackled, “she’s talkin’ about yooouuu.”

“Oh shut it.” You replied, swiping your can of cider off the coffee table and taking a swig, “and they’re both talking about me.”

“Oh but no one knows you were one of the sugar babies, it’s fine.” She sipped at her own drink before looking across at you, “who’s Jackie sleeping with?”

“Uh..” you felt your cheeks heat, attempting to hide behind your drink and Becca let out a very over the top dramatic gasp.

“OH MY GOD!” Much like all those months ago as you’d dropped some secrets to her, she clambered up on the arm of the couch, crouching over it as she pulled a hand to her face, “are you sleeping with Jackie?!”

“No! Well…wait…I guess after last night that answer is yes, but! It’s more!” You jumbled over your words as Becca let out another cackle of a laugh, nearly toppling over herself and off the end of the couch.

“You have such a fucking type! Oh my god!”

“Shut up!” You laughed, whipping a pen in her direction that she skillfully dodged.

“You get a new sugar mommy?” She smirked and this time the empty cider can hit her directly in the chest, pulling a laugh from her as you stood from the couch, moving to grab another one from the fridge.

“Absolutely not.” You replied, pulling another round of drinks from your fridge, “but…she is my girlfriend…” you mumbled the second part, shrugging “it’s still kinda new, but it is something that’s happening.”

Becca, on the other hand, had slid down the arm so she was actually on the couch and able to keep her balance as she howled with laughter, it continuing so hard that she had tears in her eyes from it.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed lightly, “I get it, I have a type, powerful political women, clearly. Why is this that fucking funny? Did you smoke before you got here?”

“No!” She replied with a laugh, wiping away at an escaped tear, “it’s just that…” another burst of laughter and a very gremlin like snort, “Jackie’s my godmother.” She let out a very loud cackle as she convulsed with laughter, “you really are a mother fucker.”

“Oh my GOD!” You couldn’t help but collapse into a fit of your own laughter as you winced, “you’re kidding right?”

“No.” She sniffled, slowly calming down from her laughing fit, “when I said I’ve known her my whole life I wasn’t kidding. She used to baby sit us when the nanny wasn’t available, she was at most of the family gatherings, sports games and shit, same with our Godfather.”

“Okay, now I know you’re lying cause she would’ve been at Jordan’s birthday!”

“Nah.” Becca paused briefly, thanking you for the fresh drink, “she called my Mom out about how she was treating me when I was in grade eleven, and obviously Mother dearest didn’t exactly like that too much. So she only shows up when one of us ask her to be there, or invite her on our own accord. Her and Dad are still chill obviously, but Jackie just likes to try and avoid the drama of it all.”

“God….” You rolled your eyes, swigging at your drink, “if I had known how weirdly intertwined all of this little world was”—

“You wouldn’t have touched it with a ten foot pole?” She laughed in response and you huffed, your eyes glancing back to the t.v briefly.

“Fuck politics.” You muttered, “you wanna smoke a joint and order pizza?”

“Fuck yes!”

Becca jumped up off the couch, practically bounding out the balcony door while you collected what you needed. You still had an eye and an ear on the t.v to make sure you were half paying attention to the debate, but they’d slowed back down to actual political procedures and honestly, it was boring as fuck by this point, and not substantial to your job. You gouged yourselves on pizza and breadsticks, a moving playing on your second screen while the muted, subtitled debate played on the other one. Occasionally a small conversation or comment would be made by either of you, the debate then morphed into news coverage of it, anchors discussing everything as the numbers rolled in from what everyone had said that evening.

Soon enough, Becca was feeling the effects of the weed and the full stomach, nearly passing out on the couch and you urged her to take half of your bed. She’d spent the night a couple of times before, so she knew where the pyjama’s were and was fully passed out before you’d even managed to get the pizza box into the fridge.

You tidied up a little bit, making sure the living room was cleared of cans and dishes, the news still playing quietly in the background. You glanced through the notes you had taken, tucking said notebook and laptop into your work bag for the morning, knowing you had those meetings to attend to. You were in the midst of plugging in your work phone when your personal one went off with a call, Jackie’s name flashing across the screen and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey.” You greeted quietly, “nice job tonight.”

“Hey yourself.” She replied, “and thank you.”

“You need to go over tactics or something? I…have to admit….I may have missed a few pieces of the second half of the debate.”

“No peach.” She let out a small sigh and your brow furrowed, “I just wanted to talk about the twitter thing.”

“What twitter thing?” You were even more confused now.

“Don’t you have google alerts on?”

“Yeah.” You fumbled with the other phone that you’d just plugged in, “sorry…Becca showed up right before the debate started, I was a bit distracted tonight, I haven’t touched my work phone. What happened?”

“Someone shared photos of us right before the debate started, I guess they were trying to throw a curve ball into things.”

“Oh.” You let out a little laugh, “well we knew that was probably coming, right?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.” You could hear the concern laced in Jackie’s voice and honestly, you melted a little bit at it, “and I wanted to apologize, let you know how sorry I am that you got dragged into the middle of this muck, and in a debate nonetheless.”

“Jackie…” you nearly pouted, “it’s okay. My name wasn’t mentioned at all, no one’s put together the actual connection I have with Heather. I knew that getting involved with you, especially during an election meant that I was probably going to be yanked into press related things, and I’m okay with that. You make it so incredibly worth it.”

“You’re too sweet peach.”

“Can’t help it.” You smiled into the phone.

“I’m sorry I brought up the whole assaulting thing, I never wanted to be the one to bring things about you up in a televised event.”

“Hey, you made a very good fucking point with that. Like…we all know she’s losing more and more points as time goes on, but like, the press is gonna be all over that searching for proof and statements from staff about Heather.”

“Underwood’s considering calling for a vote over her seat in Senate.”

“Shit…that’s gonna piss her off.”

“Anyways, enough about that shit.” She let out a soft sigh, “you are alright, right?”

“Yes babe. I’m more than okay, you’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

“Can I at least make it up to you?” You could hear the grin in her voice and you chuckled.

“What’ve you got in mind?”

“You still have that Bluetooth toy? I could make you forget about all the political bullshit.”

“As much as I would absolutely love that…Becca is currently passed out in my bed.”

“Shame. Another time then.”

“Sounds fucking splendid.” You hummed, leaning against the kitchen island before the thought shot into your brain, “hey…you didn’t mention you were the kid’s godmother.” She chuckled lightly,

“I didn’t think it was that important…” she shrugged, then smirked, “but you certainly do have a specific type, don’t you?”

“Oh don’t you start!” You warned and she laughed.

“You’re too easy to tease.” She retorted, laughing once more, “besides, it’s not like I’ve been around much over the past couple of years.”

“Yeah, Becca updated me.”

“I assume she now knows about us then?”

“Yeah, she asked who you were having so called inappropriate relationships with.” You could hear her scoff, picturing her rolling her eyes.

“Fucking political bullshit.”

“Tell me about it.” You couldn’t help but stifle a yawn, it was passed midnight for you now.

“Oh god!” Jackie let out a quiet gasp, “I just remembered the time difference, and you have meetings in the morning.”

“Don’t remind me.” You grumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Go get some sleep peach. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Mmkay.” You yawned once more, “thanks for calling. I know it’s only been a day but it’s weird not having you around.”

“Of course peach.” She smiled into the phone, reading between your words and knowing what you were technically saying, “and….do me a favour?”

“Anything?”

“If…she…calls, don’t pick up the phone?”

“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it.” You rolled your eyes.

“Good. Okay. I’ll let you go. Sweet dreams my phoenix.”

“You too.”

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[thevibraniumveterans]

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Are you sure about that, Loki? Are you extra, extra sure about that?

Because you:

1. Joined a task force to look for Sylvie (even though you didn’t know her then) and entered the same tent she had just disappeared from mere seconds before;

2. Thought that she was you (which later she would disagree with and say “if anything, you’re me” but anyway) and therefore pretty darn easy to locate;

3. Wouldn’t at first accept the fact that she was superior to you (well, y’all are equals, and maybe she’s better than you, but we’ll get to that later);

4. Theorized with your new friend Mobius that she was hiding in apocalypses by stealing his salad and then proceeding to absolutely destroy it doing so;

5. Visited freakin’ POMPEII to prove said theory and then actually proved your theory correct;

6. Used a candy from the future as a clue to find out where she might’ve taken her next steps, and cross referenced it with the many apocalypses she might’ve been in;

7. Actually found an apocalypse that she ends up being in (Alabama 2050);

8. Went to said apocalypse to look for her (you seem pretty invested in looking for her at this point);

9. Found her first enchantment victim who then passed the enchantment onto her second victim (B-15, looking at you), whom you still thought was you;

10. Found her third enchantment victim who told you not to call her a Loki (which she’ll do again, don’t worry);

11. Acknowledged through her fourth enchantment victim that she was different than you for the first time (“I would never treat me like this,” you said);

12. Followed her through a Time Door back to the TVA after meeting her for the first time;

13. Somehow allowed her to get the best of you even though you probably didn’t mean for that to happen;

14. Grabbed her stolen TemPad and landed the both of y’all in yet another apocalypse, the worst one yet actually, one that she’s probably been to before;

15. Tried to shield her from a falling meteor, to which she said she didn’t need your help (I mean, did you have a reason to save her then?);

16. Called her weird (I mean, that’s funny as hell, I gotta give you that);

17. Opened a door for her and let her enter the mining shack first before you did;

18. Literally let down your guard around her (yes, you’re tired from all that running, but still);

19. Somehow didn’t even stop her from putting both her hands on your neck in an attempt to enchant you (it looked romantic as hell, dude, and how were you not even opposed to her doing that, given both of y’all’s antagonism toward each other?);

20. Told her mockingly “In my heart” when she asked you where you hid her stolen TemPad (I mean, you could have said literally anything else but you went for “in my heart”, okay, I see where this is going);

21. Kind of agreed with her when she said you needed her to get out of Lamentis, “you need me” being the key phrase;

22. Asked her where she was going, and followed her;

23. Acknowledged that she’s not a Loki (yay!), or at least the fact that she doesn’t want to be referred to as one;

24. Followed her into an abandoned mining town where you thought you could fool a resident who chose to stay (you couldn’t);

25. Let her get away with teasing you about your failed efforts;

26. Playfully grabbed her by the shoulders from behind as you used your magic to conjure up a guard’s outfit for yourself (which you looked absolutely hilarious in, by the way, that helmet did not help one bit);

27. Sat down with her at a booth on the train, just the two of you (I’m not calling this anything else other than a date, at this point, to be honest);

28. Told her a wistful story about your mother and how she taught you magic and how she believed in you;

29. Showed her a miniature version of the fireworks you said your mother once conjured up for you, in an attempt to make her happy (I mean, those are beautiful fireworks, and she likes them too!);

30. Playfully conjured up a feather and quill to tease her about saying “Love is hate” (she finds you funny, she just doesn’t want to admit it);

31. Asked her whether she’s got anyone waiting for her when her mission’s complete (well, she did give a sarcastic answer but that’s not my point);

32. Admitted to her that you courted both princes and princesses in the past as part and parcel of being royalty;

33. Disagreed on love being mischief (what does that even mean?!) and then told her that you might need a bit more of champagne to really get that line of thought going;

34. Sang (I’m sorry, serenaded is a better word) her a song about a fair maiden waiting for her beloved to return home (you’ll find out how prophetic that would be in due time, don’t worry);

35. Decided that a dagger was your best metaphor for love (what, does being inebriated make you better at metaphors now?)

36. Let her get mad at you for getting drunk on the train (tbh, that’s kinda your fault, but there was literally nothing else to do, so) and breaking her TemPad (honestly, how do you even break a TemPad when it’s hidden in one of your magic pockets?! How?!);

37. Asked her if she felt better after that frustration-fueled scream (I mean, that’s kinda the first time you’re looking out for her, because that’s about to get real routine);

38. Went along with her after she sarcastically suggested that y’all both should try to get the Ark off the moon, fully knowing the impossibility of doing so;

39. Bantered teasingly with her about enchantment;

40. Believed her on a dime’s drop when she said that everyone who worked that the TVA were Variants, just like the two of you;

41. Let her grab your hand before the both of you ran around the back of the Ark’s docking station in order to find another boarding point;

42. Asked her if she was okay after the both of you got knocked back by an explosion (aww, you do care for her, how sweet!);

43. Finally called her by her name just before the Ark exploded;

44. Apologized to her for ruining her mission and dooming the both of y’all to die on an exploding moon;

45. Sat and listened to her explain her motives for her mission, before telling her that though people like the both of you may lose in sometimes painful ways, y’all always survive one way or another;

46. Freakin’ COMPLIMENTED her (that’s a first), and while the both of you sat waiting for the explosion to wipe the both of you off the map, you took her hand for the first time after she put her hand on your forearm (lovely, by the way);

47. Looked longingly and sadly at her when the both of y’all were hauled back to the TVA for interrogation and then subsequently separated;

48. Denied, when interrogated (is questioned a better word?) by Mobius, that you and her are partners (ha, you’ll soon be, in more ways than one, if you weren’t already), with a look on your face that absolutely betrays your true feelings for her;

49. Couldn’t even sell your lie about meeting her to Mobius that he had to lie right back to you;

50. Thought she was dead and felt so worried for her (you should’ve seen your face!);

51. Asked if she was alive and then SIGHED IN RELIEF when you were assured that she’s still alive (oh, have you got it bad for her, and you know it);

52. Denied that she’s your girlfriend the first time Mobius teases you with that word;

53. Spilled your emotions and your feelings for her on the table when you told Mobius about how much you believe her about everyone at the TVA being Variants;

54. Didn’t even deny it the second time he called her your girlfriend;

55. When asked by Mobius if you cared about Sylvie, you didn’t know if “care” was the right word;

56. Straight-up told him, “I believe her” with such emotional conviction it’s hard to see it as anything else;

57. Nodded your head at her when the both of y’all were reunited at the very same elevators you met in front of (how poetic) and she asked you if you’re okay;

58. Literally had her back when the both of y’all fought the guards in the Timekeepers’ chambers;

59. Got distracted when she got knocked down to the floor by Judge Renslayer;

60. Were on the brink of telling her how you feel about her, telling her that revealing your emotions was kind of a new experience;

61. Decided the best option was to place your hands just by her shoulders for whatever reason;

62. Let go of her so that she wasn’t pruned like you were;

63. Admitted in a roundabout way in just three words that she was your glorious purpose (priorities shifted, eh?)

64. Proudly proclaimed that her being terrifying was the very thing that made her so brilliant;

65. Literally puffed out your chest when you said, “she needs me” (she will, much later, don’t worry);

66. Revealed that she’s the only one you do trust (oh, the way your voice just softens when you speak about her…);

67. Planned an unwise sneak attack (that would’ve involved stabbing a cloud, I mean…) on freakin’ ALIOTH because you believed that doing so would bring you back to her when you really had no idea whether it would or would not;

68. Ran down the hill you were on to reunite with her (classic reunion move, pity you didn’t complete it by hugging her, but I guess you’re not there yet) when she arrived by car and asked her if she’s okay (looks like it’s becoming a habit);

69. Hilariously tried to unsuccessfully argue, through telling her that you’ve been in the Void longer than she has (maybe for like, an hour or two? IDK) that stabbing a cloud with a dagger was your best line of defense;

70. Sat next to her and had a conversation with her, during which you…;

71. Said it was cold (whether it was or wasn’t, isn’t important), so you…;

72. Conjured up a blanket for yourself before asking if she wanted one as well and proceeded to deny that your budding romantic connection with her was the both of y’all’s nexus event;

73. Followed that up with revealing that your nexus event with her felt great, it was a nice moment (aww);

74. Proceed to deny it as another TVA lie (you really need to work on talking about your feelings!);

75. Reassured her that you don’t know what the both of y’all are doing with regards to this relationship you both have with each other;

76. Playfully wrapped part of your blanket around her shoulders (double aww, that’s the classic “I’m gonna fake yawn and drop my arm around her shoulders, y’all think she’ll notice” kind of move, and yes, she did, and she likes it) and smiled giddily like the lovesick puppy you are;

77. Acknowledged in a roundabout (and maybe not so subtle) way that she loves you;

78. Pledged to not betray her, to not let her down, because you’re not that kind of person anymore;

79. Adorably nudged her when you asked her what her plans were when all was said and done;

80. Suggested that the both of y’all could figure things out… “together”, you said (triple aww!);

81. Handed the TemPad she gave you to Mobius and told her, “You go, I go” (I mean…);

82. Let her take your hand before you went to attempt to enchant ALIOTH;

83. Interlocked both of y’all’s fingers while y’all were at it;

84. Walked hand in hand to the Citadel at the End of Time;

85. Asked her if everything’s okay after she becomes nervous before entering the Citadel;

86. Got really unimpressed when that creepy ghost clock offered the both of you a chance to rule the TVA together;

87. Stated that “We write our own destiny now”, cementing the fact that you and her are an item;

88. Warned her to not listen to He Who Remains;

89. Tried to stop her by warning her about the possible consequences of her actions;

90. Suggested that the best plan of action was to take a minute to think of whether allowing a multiversal war was better than the alternative both of y’all never wanted (unfortunate as it was to be a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation);

91. Got upset when she told you she felt like you betrayed her (don’t worry, you didn’t);

92. Clashed blades with her even though you clearly didn’t want to;

93. Told her “No” when she suggested that you kill her and take a throne you never wanted;

94. Let her blade fall to your neck to get her to stop and consider;

95. Said to her that this feeling of revenge, bloodlust isn’t worth it because you’d once been in her shoes;

96. Told her that you didn’t want to hurt her (after acknowledging that she’s been hurt by the TVA for a lifetime) and that all you wanted was for her to be okay;

97. Shared a kiss with her.

98. Deepened that kiss (you know you did…);

99. Grieved the misfortune of not just losing her but also the outcome of recent events, knowing that what she had to do was her life’s mission that you’d previously supported her on;

100. Went up to a changed Mobius and told him by referring to her, “We made a terrible mistake. We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm.”

And if that doesn’t say “she’s become my girlfriend and I’m damn proud of her”, I don’t know what does.

-

Go get her, Loki. Go get Sylvie back. We’re betting on it.

[aredheadedmess]

Pied Piper || JJK [3]

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an investigative journalist for the Daily Bullet, usually doesn’t see much out of the ordinary; A missing person’s case gone cold, an old case reopened and solved with updated technology, the thrilling excitement when another puzzle of one of the biggest serial killers is cracked. But when an old file resurfaces, she brings back a past that should have been burned with the file a long time ago.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter Warnings: A few swears, mention of broken wood and glass, the host still being a butt, a super creepy forest, please let me know if I missed anything!

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Strangers to Friends

Chapter Rating: Pg-13

A/N: Sorry this is late! I was hoping that I would get this out on time, but the past two weeks have been kinda crazy. BUT it’s here now so I hope y’all enjoy! This is kind of borderline a filler chapter, but it still has some... interesting things...

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My research, before I decided to take it upon myself and actually visit the town, was futile. Everything that I had in the file all led to dead ends. My time spent in the company’s evidence locker only left me believing that there was no such place as Blackgate. Even Yoongi had said that it was a legend.

With what little information I had on the town, I decided to pack up a few bags and look for it myself. My friends thought I was crazy, looking for a town that probably didn’t exist any more, but I was stubborn. I knew that I could find something, anything, as long as I looked hard enough. Old map in hand, and only the general direction people had noted it was located, I took off first thing in the morning on an oddly cold day in late August.

I should have known then and there that what I was going to get into could have been much more dangerous. With my attempts at using technology to find the place constantly failing, and the way the woman—who stopped to see if I was alright when I decided to pull over and look at the physical map I keep in my car—looked at me as if she had seen a ghost, I should have turned around. Given up on the case. But as I have stated before; I’m stubborn. There was no way that I was going to give up after a few minor inconveniences. So I took the woman’s hesitant directions and found myself stumbling upon the town only a couple hours away from the Big City.

31 August, 20XX

“That’s not… Oh come on!”

You tear the crinkled page from the typewriter’s hold. Wadding it up, you toss it to the ground with the rest of the discarded paper. Maybe you should have asked for a pen instead. It would have taken you less time to scribble out mistakes than trying to deal with the sticky keys of the typewriter.

“This is going nowhere,” you sigh.

You lean back in the chair and throw your hands up to rub at your face. It’s only been three days, and every plan you had for your investigation is thrown out the window. With none of your devices working, how are you supposed to close these cases? There’s only so much you can do without being able to look up more information on the town on the internet. And with the bipolar weather the town is having, you don’t have much of a choice but to stay inside the Bed and Breakfast for the majority of the time.

The clock on the desk ticks away as you sit there, unmoving. It fills the silent room with the monotonous noise. It’s just after 8pm, and you still have nothing to show for your research. Many of the pages of the books you brought with you are stuck together as they sit on the desk beside the typewriter. After all of both your and the man’s effort to save the books, they still weren’t able to dry completely.

Thud.

The door to the room shakes in its frame. Your head snaps to the direction of the sound, brows furrowing as you begin to hear a muffled string of curses. What is he doing? For the last two nights, once dinner is cleaned up, the host is quietly off to do his own thing. You don’t hear a word from him again until the next morning when you’re somewhat rudely awakened for breakfast. Though you haven’t stayed here long, it’s odd to hear him move around at this time of night. The desk chair squeaks slightly as you lean forward to lift yourself off the seat. You’re surprised it’s still standing with how old and fragile it looks.

Swinging the door open, you’re met with the man picking up the last piece of a broken picture frame from the floor beside your door. He doesn’t spare you a glance as he moves to toss the splintered wood and glass into the trash bin in the kitchen. He returns back into the hallway, walking towards the front door as if he is running late to something. You follow, watching as he reaches for the closet door knob, twisting it open, and reaching inside for a jacket.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

He doesn’t spare you a glance as he throws his jacket over his shoulders. Once the fabric is situated on his body, he turns to open the front door.

“But I thought-”

“Lock the door after I leave.”

The door slams shut before you have a chance to catch it. Your hand reaches out to touch the lock, but you don’t make any effort to twist it. Where is he going? Especially at this time of night? You keep your hand hovering over the lock. Should you follow after him? Though, maybe you shouldn’t pry into his private life. You wouldn’t want him to do that to you. But with how late it’s getting---and with his strict rule of an 8:30 curfew---you can’t help but grow more curious as to where he’s off to. You drop your hand, running back into your room to grab your jacket. Who knows what the weather will decide to do tonight.

The sun has already set, leaving the town in utter darkness. Only a small handful of houses have their porch lights turned on. The dark sky makes it much easier for you to hide in the shadows as you follow the host into the middle of town. Though, it doesn’t make your surroundings any more inviting. Your eyes catch the sight of the playground again. If you look carefully enough, you swear you can see a small figure sitting at the top of the tallest slide. I’m seeing things. It’s just my imagination, you hope.

Shaking your head to rid your mind of the creeping thoughts, you return your gaze to focus on the man ahead of you. You’re lucky to have looked back at him as he stops to open the door to a shop a little farther. As quietly as possible, you run to catch up to shop before the door can fully close, letting you sneak inside before he can notice your presence. You keep yourself low, throwing yourself behind the first shelf you can see. You can’t see much except for the view of his backside approaching the front counter as another figure steps out from a back room.

“Jungkook! It’s nice to see your face again!”

A bright older woman greets the host as he enters the shop. You can hear him muttering under his breath, but it isn’t loud enough for you to catch what he says. He quickly steps closer towards the counter, leaning in a little closer to the woman.

“Keep it down,” he whispers harshly, his head twisting towards the entrance before focusing back on her. “You know I don’t like using my name around here anymore.”

“Oh, right. After what happened to-”

She stops. Clearing her throat, she shifts under his strong gaze. Letting a soft smile fall onto her lips, she tilts her head in curiosity.

“Sorry. What brings you here? I thought you weren’t due for more until next month?”

“Something unexpected happened,” he, Jungkook, hesitantly tells the woman.

“Well, no matter. Go ahead and get what you need.”

The shopkeeper waves him away, letting him free to find what he came for. You barely manage to pull yourself back behind the shelf when he turns to amble into the rest of the shop. You can hear his footsteps as he walks to an area on the opposite side of the room. As carefully as possible, you make your way to the other end of the shelf in hopes that you can spot what Jungkook is looking for. Though you don’t anticipate your movements entirely as the sole of your shoe comes in rough contact with the hardwood floor, scuffing the ground loudly. You quickly stop, closing your eyes and pressing your lips together.

“Shit.”

It’s silent for a moment, seemingly more than it was only a few seconds before. You wait, hoping that neither one of the other people in the building heard you. That hope is cut short when someone clears their throat behind you. You slowly turn around, meeting eyes with the host. 

“Outside.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for you to follow him as he steps out of the shop. Like a child getting caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, you hang your head low to keep yourself from making eye contact with the shopkeeper. You push the door closed behind you once you make it outside.

“I thought I told you to stay.”

Skipping the warnings, he spits poison at you. It takes you aback at the sudden interrogation. Your eyebrows press close, a frown developing across your face. No longer feeling like a child being scolded by their parents, you step towards him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Do you want to die?” he retorts.

You tilt your head in confusion.

“What does that even have to do with anything?”

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, his eyes shift from their gaze on you to somewhere off to the side. His face is still stern, but the way his fingers begin to twitch at his sides gives his uneasiness away.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” You poke at the silent air between the two of you. “Nothing’s adding up.”

Jungkook scoffs.

“There’s no way I’m going to talk to an immature reporter like you. Go back to your research if you’re so interested.”

He walks around you to enter the shop again. You turn to face him, stepping forward to do the same. He must have seen your reflection in the glass on the door as he whips back around before he can get a grip on the handle.

“Stop following me.”

“Why should I?” you challenge. “I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing aren’t I? I’m following you to get more information. Research.”

“You won’t get anything from me. Go back. And don’t look back.”

Without another word, he turns back to the door, closing it behind him. You can hear the clack of the lock as you reach for the handle yourself. You click your tongue.

“Asshole.”

Sighing, you turn back to face the direction you came in. This Jungkook guy is confusing.

“The hell?”

You whip your head around every which way. How did you get to the forest? Weren’t you headed towards the Bed and Breakfast? Just a few minutes ago, you left the shop to trudge back to the house. So how is it that you somehow turned yourself around and ended up on the other side of town? There isn’t much you remember. You vaguely recall passing by the creepy park again, but everything after that is a blur. 

Groaning, you bring your gaze back to the tree line a couple feet ahead of you. If he didn’t kill you at the shop, Jungkook will definitely kill you now for not taking his warnings to heart. Though, you’re not sure why you are following what he’s told you. You’re a grown adult. You shouldn’t let him walk all over you. Yet, maybe you can see where he’s coming from. Seeing the forest at night is much worse than in the daylight. And even during the day, you have yet to step close to the area, the fear of the worst possible outcomes bubbling up in your throat from the mere sight of it.

The longer you stare into the forest, the more you begin to see shapes dancing through the trees. You can’t look away. The shapes entice you, pulling at you, making you want to step closer to see what the commotion is about. You have to will yourself to stay put as your legs ache with the need to venture between the trees. Your eyes follow as the shapes become smaller, dancing further into the forest. If you listen close enough, you swear you can make out the sound of laughter echoing from inside. You blink. Suddenly the ache in your legs is gone. You blink again. The shapes are nowhere to be seen. Were they a figment of my imagination? They had to have been, you realize. It has to be the effects of your terrible sleep the past few nights along with the fact that the cloud-covered moon is high in the sky at this point. The darkness of the night only brings trouble for your eyesight.

Taking a step back, you decide it’s time to head back. Surely the host is back at the Bed and Breakfast already, waiting for you like a parent trying to catch their child sneaking back into the house. You turn around once you deem yourself a safe distance away from the tree line. The town in front of you is just as dark and unsettling as the forest. Without the nightlife that you see in the big city, the town looks completely deserted. Almost as if there is no one occupying the houses in the surrounding area.

You don’t know what entices you, but you twist your head to look back at the shrinking forest as you walk. Eyes wide, you falter in your stride. A figure in the shape of a human stands at the edge of the tree line. Who is that? You bring your hands up to your face, rubbing at your eyes. Whoever was there is gone now, leaving you to believe that it’s just the dim moonlight tricking your brain. You rub at your eyes once more, blinking a few times, before hesitantly turning back to return to the Bed and Breakfast.

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Kinktober Day 28: Quickie with Freddy Krueger

So this one MIIIIGHT have gotten out of hand. Out of hand as in the max words I’ve written for kinktober is around 1k and this one is 2.3k. OOP well I think this one is super hot PLUS i added some other kinks so it’s EXTRA spicy hehehe this one will probably be the longest one besides the prompt for 31 so I hope y’all enjoy <3

Freddy Krueger x AFAB Reader

Extra Warnings: Public sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, Freddy being a BASTARD MAN

Finals week was fast approaching, and it was even more of a nightmare than the literal demon that was haunting your dreams. Well, he would be if you were actually getting any sleep. From your long nights writing papers and caffeine hindered power naps, you hardly got enough sleep to even see Freddy. But instead of sleeping in, you went to class for fear you would miss something from the lecture.

So there you were, dragging your feet as you hopped up the stairs of the campus building, coffee clutched tightly in your hand as you held the strap of your backpack with the other. If you could make it just through this class, you wouldn’t have another one until after lunch so you might be able to sneak in a nap after that. 

You weaved in and out of the students milling around in the halls and made a beeline for the lecture room. It was a simple Intro to Theater class, just something that would bump you up to a full time student while fulfilling your performance requirement. All it took was reading the textbook, reading whatever play she had assigned you to read, and you could sit back and parse out exactly which information the professor was going to put on the test and what she expected your essays to include. 

Flopping down in your usual seat in the middle of the lecture hall, an aisle seat, you groaned softly and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. One hour was all you had to sit through. You could do it. Flipping the desk up, you set your coffee down and fished through your backpack for your notebook and the playbook for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, setting it next to your coffee.

That coffee would be gone before the professor even started talking. As she droned on about the background of the play itself, you found yourself leaning forward in your seat, hand cupping your chin as you doodled in your notebook to keep yourself occupied. But all that did was lull you into the gentle sound of pen scratching on paper, the students around you scratching and tapping away at their own notes.

With a sharp inhale, you blinked and shook your head. No, you were so close. One more class and that was it. You had powered through way worse before. 

"Hey teach," a sudden, hoarse voice beside you called out over the room, "I don’t care who wrote the goddamn thing, explain why there's no Virginia Woolf in the fucking book if she’s in the title, huh?"

Your head snapped to your left, and the horror which chilled your veins. There sat Freddy Krueger, sitting in the chair beside you with his desk in the upright position, waving the thin book casually in his free hand. He grinned at you, the derision in his expression painfully clear. Seeing him here, sitting in this vast lecture hall surrounded by normal students that were all focused on their work and listening to the professor instead of addressing the literal burn ward victim in the dingy red and green sweater who was jeering at the professor. 

You shook your head harshly, trying to make him disappear and wake up again. But he was still there, still as smug as ever. 

"Freddy," you began calmly, hoping to simply placate him before things got any more sticky. "Please, not here. Just let me get through this class and I swear I'll nap in the backseat of my car-"

Freddy tutted, interrupting you. His gloved hand over where his heart would be if it wasn't black and decayed, he gasped in fake shock. "Are you saying you haven't missed me? Because I've sure missed you." Freddy's grin slowly dropped as he continued. "And I think as much of a cute little bookworm you are, making sure the man of your dreams is satisfied tops your fucking list of priorities above all else." With a flick of his wrist, he flung the book, spinning out of his hand like a Frisbee towards the front of the room, smacking a guy in the back of the head who didn't even flinch at this assault. "Ten points," Freddy hissed with a cheeky grin. 

"First of all, you're not my man," you whispered, afraid that somehow the words would leak out of your mouth in the waking world. From the look of annoyance on his face, you knew you already fucked up but you kept going anyways. "Second of all, we can do this later. That way you can have me for longer, okay?" 

Freddy suddenly lurched forward, his bladed hand pointing underneath your chin and making you raise your head up so he didn't skewer you. His free hand slithered over to your thigh, squeezing you through the sweatpants you decided to wear today because you were too exhausted to get any more dressed up.  

"I don't think you remember who owns you, Princess." The blunt statement made your stomach twist in the way only he could. "Perhaps since nothing is getting taught here anyways, I should take the time to re-educate you." 

His hand crept higher up your thigh, and you were letting him. You were capable of fighting him off more, you had done it before. But something about the hungry look in his eyes as his blade tapped your chin, the way his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh and your hips canted towards him involuntarily, you simply couldn't ignore the way he made you feel. He was your dirty little secret, and he was going to take back what was his.

And then with the blink of an eye he suddenly disappeared. You sat up slightly in your chair, trying your best to not frantically look for where he went. Was this part of the dream? Or were you really drifting in and out of sleep as the professor continued along with her lecture? You noticed how tightly your thighs pressed together, the familiar rush of arousal dampening your panties as your face heated up. God if anyone knew what you were thinking right now-

You were yanked out of your thoughts just as violently as you were pulled towards the floor, the shock barely giving you the chance to cry out. Freddy swiftly had your body pinned beneath him, his gloved hand holding your ankles up and together on his shoulder as he yanked your pants up around your knees so you couldn't squirm. How considerate that he at least didn't shred your pants in the middle of a nap during class. 

"My my, what do we have here?" Your body jolted as Freddy's fingers brushed over your soaked panties, your hands flying to your mouth to hold back whimpers. He snickered as he rubbed his fingers together in front of his face, your slick evident even just from what had soaked through. "Seems like your pretty little cunt remembers me, but there's always room to learn new things." 

With a harsh pulling on your panties to the side to fully expose your lips to him, Freddy pushed himself roughly into you. Gasping, you slapped one of your hands down on the filthy carpet beneath you that desperately needed a once through from the custodial staff. But you didn't care, even as his condescending smirk widened when he took you in, you were enjoying the thrill of the situation far too much. His animalistic growls sent chills through you as he took and used you completely and utterly in public no less. Or as public as dreaming in class could be. The students around you simply kept looking forward, engrossed in the professor's droning voice. Not once did they look over and notice the dream demon that pounded you viciously into the floor. 

Then, nothing. You blinked again, back in your seat. It took everything in your power to not let out an audible whine. You were gushing at this point, and you hoped to god you could maybe tie your hoodie around your waist and maybe make it out of here without a very noticeable wet spot on your pants. 

Then, on the floor again. You gasped as Freddy switched the angle on you, pressing you on your hands and knees in front of him. Using the floor to muffle your whines, you let him push you face first into the floor, the audible sound of your arousal ringing in your ears. He filled you up completely, your walls fluttering around his length. He cackled darkly under his breath as he thrust again, only this time as he did he dipped his body over yours and whispered in your ear, "Something tells you you really needed this, didn’t you, Princess?" When you refused to answer, he laughed. "What's wrong? Are you afraid to speak up? Don't want everyone to know how much of a little slut you are?" 

When your only answer was to press your lips into a thin line, he simply smiled. "No matter. You'll be singing by the time I'm done with you." 

You weren't sure how long you were stuck in this limbo, but it felt like being dragged underwater only to be pulled up for a quick breath before being shoved back down again. One moment you were awake, your thighs trembling, the next moment Freddy had you in another position. He didn't even seem angry at the constant interruptions. It was like a challenge for him to find a new way to overwhelm your senses when you dipped into his realm again. The vertigo you began to feel was nauseating from the constant switch of the hard floor and your comfy chair. All you felt was him, and you clutched him desperately when he wasn't holding your wrists down as he rut into you. You were constantly being brought to the brink of your release only to be ripped back when you woke up. 

Your fingers clutched into his sweater, face buried in the crook of his neck. He knew you were close from the way you clenched around him, and the way you clung to him was proof of that. You were right where he wanted you, and he ran his fingers through your hair sweetly before wrapping them around your curls and wrenching your head back to expose your neck to him. With a low rumble of his voice, the fake saccharine tenor more than noticeable as he cooed, "You're right there, aren't you Princess?" He watched your bottom lip tremble for a moment. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."

You couldn't take it anymore. "Please Freddy," you softly gasped as you watched his expression for any signs of mercy. He didn't respond for a moment, as if this was a really hard choice for him. Other voices nagged at the back of your mind, but you ignored them. "Freddy don't stop, please!" 

But he did. And when he did, a slow, cruel smile pulled up his lips. Another voice again. You were about to beg Freddy again, but he simply ignored you, and instead hissed through his yellowed teeth, "If you wanted to come then you shouldn't have been a little brat and kept me waiting so goddamn long for you."

"Y/N!"

You blinked, and you were back again. Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to get your bearings and figure out what was going on. With horror, you heard the professor call you again, the seating chart clutched in her grip. Seriously, what kind of bullshit was a seating chart in a level 100 intro course in a lecture hall? 

"Since you seem to be rather eager to mumble in my class, perhaps you can speak up and explain to us the meaning of the title?" She smirked. "If you've been paying attention to your readings, of course." Bitch. 

With a deep breath, desperately trying to ignore the faces that were on you, some merely curious at this new turn in the lecture and others snickering openly as they watched you, you began, "Well, even though Albee never explicitly stated it in the play, you're meant to understand that he is trying to make a parallel between Virginia Woolf and her work as an author where she focused on revealing the emotional truths of the characters in her stories." You paused, watching as the professor's face fell. Sitting up in your chair, chin high, you continued, "Furthermore, this altered version of "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf" is then meant to translate to something like "Who is Afraid of Their Inner Truths to be Revealed?" And considering the fact that both couples from the play are painting this false facade of a proper, public image, in reality their lives are in shambles and they're terrified of it being revealed to the rest of the world." 

This time the amused laughter was in your favor, low mumbling rising through the hall until the professor cleared her throat. "Yes, exactly right." You could still see the sour look on her face from here, but you dodged the bullet for now. Inside, you stewed over the fact that you had prided yourself in doing efficient work and staying under the radar in class to prevent being perceived as a know-it-all. Well, you just answered a question when you were in the middle of getting railed in your dreams, so you did better than expected. 

Speaking of the devil, a familiar set of arms wrapped around your chest from behind, Freddy's hot breath tickling your ear as he chuckled. "Good girl," he praised, causing you to suddenly become aware of the state of your panties again. "There's nothing hotter than a smart chick." You scowled as he leaned forward and fully extended his tongue, licking up your cheek as you tried to shake him off. 

With that he was gone, leaving you to be a very horny know-it-all in relative peace.

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@the-only-gamer-gost‘s WritingTober Day 31: Trick-or-Treating (not a prompt on the list, sue me)

This is set in the canon of my stories for @moonbowphobia‘s Summer Vacation Au

Inspiration from @allyboba‘s as well as @tabzanite and @lillian-nator‘s additions.

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Tommy, Tubbo, Drista, and Purpled where having a good night. How could they not? It was Halloween. They were all dressed up. They were having fun. And they were getting candy.

Drista was skipping down the road to the next house. Her rabbit ears bouncing on her head. Her pink collared dress swishing with every step. Plain pillowcase with nothing but a smiley face drawn on tossed over her shoulders. Dirty blond hair out of its pony tail for once, still out of her face with the headband holding it back and all.

Tommy was walking right next to her. His long legs keeping distance with her quick pace. He didn’t even try for Halloween. Throwing on a two-toned tee that morning, making sure to pick the blue one so he could say that he dressed up. That he wasn’t Tommy that day. He was something else? What was he? No one knows! But he did keep the blue dog ears that Drista shoved onto his head earlier, after some protest. His own pink pillowcase getting kicked with every step he took forward, jostling the candy very much.

Tubbo tried even less than Tommy did, but he could tell you what he was. So there’s that. Tossing on a red hoodie and snatching the pillowcase covered in bees, he said he was a beekeeper. No one was going to tell him that he was wrong. He was doing a half run half jog to keep pace with the two of them.

Purpled knew his friends where going casual this Halloween. Purpled knew he was going to be walking for a while. Purpled knew he was going to have fun. Purpled knew he was going to want to strangle his friends. Purpled walked at a normal pace behind them, knowing they’d wait to make sure they didn’t leave him behind.

- - -

“Give us candy, bitch!” Tommy said, smile evident in his voice.

Purpled sighed. He had finally reached the house and this was what he heard? “Trick or treat!” he said to the lady. “Excuse him.”

“There are children out, what if they hear him?” She seems to be in good spirt about it. That’s good. Not everybody is.

“He has tact.”

The lady smiles at the line and gives all four of them a few pieces from her stash.

“Happy Halloween!” he calls back as they leave on towards the next house.

- - -

“Give us candy, bitch!”

“Tubbo!”

“Please?” he corrected.

- - -

“Give us candy, bitch!”

“I don’t even care anymore. Trick-or-treat!”

Drista’s cackling can be heard down the street.

- - -

After a few hours, on tried feet they finish their loop around the neighbouring neighbourhoods. The four teens get to Tommy’s house and crash in the living room.

All four take a moment to laugh. It’s late. They’re tried and delirious. And they still need to exchange and take stock of their loot.

They each dump out their pillowcases on the floor, each their own pile.

- - -

“Who likes snickers?”

“Tommy likes snickers!”

“Oh piss off!”

“Have a snickers Tommy.”

- - -

“Taste the rainbow!” Tubbo gets hit in the face by five packs of M&Ms from Drista.

“Taste the rainbow!” Tommy throws him another two packs.

- - -

“Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.”

“Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.”

Drista sits blank faced as Tommy and Tubbo throw coffee crisps at her person.

“Y’all are children.” Purpled throws a few at her feet.

- - -

“Give me the Doritos.”

“I want the Doritos.”

“Give me the Doritos.”

“Just split the amount of Doritos in half!”

- - -

“May I please have the kitkats.”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.

“I don’t want them, can I have a mars bar?”

“Trade.”

- - -

“Gimme the rockets!”

“I want the rockets!”

“Gimme!”

“Jesus hand over the rockets before she kills us all!”

- - -

“Twizzlers!”

“I’m keeping these.”

- - -

“Stop killing each other over the Doritos and give me the kitkats.”

“Give me the Doritos!”

“Guys! I’d like to sleep at some point!”

“No! I want the Doritos!”

“I want some too!”

Purpled starts tearing out his hair.

- - -

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#5

Have y’all heard about Britney Spears’ court case??? It’s happening right now and honestly.... it’s really fuck the ENTIRE SPEARS FAMILY... including her fucking sister...

511 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 21:57:31 GMT

#4

Morning {Shouta Aizawa x Reader}

Summary: Mornings with Aizawa are amazing, aren't they?

A/N: So, I wrote this with my friend, we share a lot of headcanons together and I wrote the beginning of this like two hours after she shared one with me. So, thank her for this!

[Warnings: NSFW, 18+, simple smut really, fingering, etc]

Word Count: 2.0k

You shifted in your bed, humming at the warm feel of the fluffy, cotton comforter you held snugly against your body. You reach out to the area beside you, hoping to feel your husband’s warm body once again and pull him towards, using him as your personal heater. When all you felt was the coldspot and emptiness, it jolted you awake. Covering your nakedness with the blanket, you blinked your eyes open before looking around your bed and your room only to find him not there at all. That’s when the smell of bacon hit your nose, the juicy grease sizzling in the pan hitting your ears. You smiled as you realized where he was. Shoving the blankets off of you, stepped onto the cold hardwood floor of your bedroom, passing by all the clothes you tore off each other from last night. Your eyebrows perked up as you spotted his long-sleeve baggy dark-green shirt, an essential component to his hero outfit. You reached down, grabbed the shirt, and slipped it over your body, the end of the shirt only barely covering your bottom. You then opened the door, allowing the smell of the breakfast to hit you at full speed. You walked out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you as you headed to the kitchen to see where your beloved, grumpy husband was.

The floorboards creaking under you and wishing you had grabbed some socks so your feet wouldn’t have felt the coldness with each step. You crossed your arms as you got closer to the kitchen, now being able to hear the low and deep hums of Shouta humming a song, as you got closer you recognized the song as one that’s been terrorizing your playlist recently. You smiled as you reached the entry, licking your lips at what your eyes laid themselves upon. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and he was hunched over the oven with no shirt on, allowing your eyes to roam all over the mussel and ripples in his skin, all the scars he’s gotten from hero work. You took a deep breath, your eyes going down, down, and down, before they landed on his dangerously low sweatpants, revealing the happy trail that leads to something even more… tantalizing. You bit your lips as you looked back up at his face, before standing up straight and approaching him. You could feel his eyes on you but the two of you said nothing as you reached behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him. You sighed at the feeling of his warm body, relishing in the way your cold, manicured fingers tingle when they felt the heat of his body.

“Well,” his deep, morning voice vibrating all throughout his body, and caused you to snuggle more into the feeling, “good morning to you.”

You sighed and smiled into his back, “good morning.”

You snuggled your face in his back as you could feel every move he made, feeling and relishing in the way he reached over to grab utensils to continue to cook the food. You then moved your head, resting your chin on his back before beginning to lay kisses all over him. Shouta smirked, turning around and wrapping his arms around your hips, resting his hands on your behind, lifting you up. You smiled at him, resting your own arms on top of his shoulders and leaning forward. Licking your lips, you leaned forward a little more to rest them on top of his own lips. Taking a deep breath, Shouta’s hands gripped tighter around you as he deepened the kiss, pushing the two of you towards a wall behind you. Your hands roamed his strong shoulders, your cold hands tingling with the warmth radiating from his body. You sucked on his tongue, your body twitching and quivering as pleasure invaded your body. You could feel Shouta press you against the wall, even more, using it to hold your body up as he removed one of his hands from your bottom. The hand he removed wandered from its original spot to your inner thigh, his large fingers ambling along the sensitive skin, crawling closer and closer to the drenched slit between your legs. The pleasure was reminiscent of last night, the way he slowly teased and baited you made you long for more

“Shouta,” your voice was breathy, gasping for air as the two of you released each other’s lips.

He chuckled, his hand cupping your cunt. His thumb slowly circling around your clit. You sharply took in a breath, your body and back curving against the wall. You let go of his shoulders as he planted his face in your neck, the pressure causing your shirt to rise up, revealing his teasing hand, wet from his slow ministrations against you. You held back a moan, gasping as you felt his incisors nibble down in your neck, right in the sweetest spot in your neck. Throwing your head back, you couldn’t hold back your moan as your body jerked, feeling him ease one of his thick fingers inside you, slowly pumping away at your slick, gummy walls. He twisted his finger, plunging inside you, hitting and taunting who as he placed pressure right on your g-spot. Your desire and arousal filled your senses flooding your body with the sweetest feeling. He planted his lips right where he bit you, licking and sucking away. Your hand flew to your mouth, biting down as he quickens his pace. He smirked in your neck as he heard your moans and cries, laying kisses as he traveled down your body. The hand he wasn’t using to finger you traveled up your body, under your shirt. You felt his rough hands cup at your breast, giving it a tentative squeeze. His thumb continued to rub away at your clit, encircling it, causing your hips to buck in his hands.

“That feels good baby?” He asked you, mumbling against you.

You hummed, nodding your head as his fingers pinched your nipple. Shouta then took another finger and entered it along with the other. Your hands moved from the wall and your mouth, trailing your fingers down his front side, feeling his abs before tailing down his v-line.

“Shouta,” you mumbled again, whining against his lips as you used your fingers to open up his sweatpants, pushing them down to reveal his hard-on.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry.”

His cock was glaringly red, and oozing with pre-cum, making you lick your lips as you pushed his sweatpants even more. The baggy pants pooled down around his ankles as he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy, leaving a connected trail between his fingers and your slick cunt. He then moved hands to the back of your thighs, holding them firmly in his hands as he stretched them apart, spreading your pussy wide open. Your own hands reached around, wrapping them around his waist, and connecting them behind his back. You pulled him closer as he began to align himself with you. Groaning against your body, he began to push in, feeling the way you stretched around him

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you cried out, your nails scratching at his back, leaving red marks as they went down

Shouta hissed as you convulsed around him, your body quivering and shaking in his hands.

“Look at you, trembling in my hands, couldn’t get enough of me last night? Huh, little slut?”

Your hips bucked at his words, the feeling of him slowly moving in and out, the feeling electrifying your senses. You gasped, letting out even more breathy moans as he pressed his right hand further, making your leg stretch even further. He pushed inside of you even deeper, the pressure making you choke slightly. You delved your fingers into his messy, lowrise bun, pulling some of it out of its hold as you grasped at its strands. Shouta groaned as you pulled at his hair, his hips slowly beginning to quicken their pace.

“Mmmhh, fuck you feel so fucking good baby, so fucking wet.”

You felt so full, Shouta always stuffed you to the brim every time you two fucked. Toes curling at the electrifying feeling, you pulled Shouta down for a wet, sloppy, messy kiss, tongues twisting and turning in each other’s mouth, sucking away at the wet muscle. That familiar feeling began to build brick by brick with you, it was hot and it throbbed within you with every second waiting for it to explode.

“Shouta,” his name was the only thing you could say, your senses getting flooded over time with pleasure and arousal.

“So insatiable,” he mumbled against your skin, trailing his tongue against your neck.

You could feel him getting close, his grip on his legs squeezing even tighter. You let go of his lips but kept his head closer to your own as you cried out at the way he plunged into you. He was almost kissing your cervix. The pain of him being so near only causing more moans to fall from your lips. Shouta’s body dripped with sweat, from head to toe, fully concentrated on the road of desire ahead.

“Oh fuck- Shouta- Daddy I’m gonna cum!”

Hair free from its bun, the tips of his hair grazed your shoulders as he gritted and grounded his teeth together. You kept clenching around his cock, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes, taking deep breathes to hold back your orgasm. Your fingers twitched in his hair as he leaned up to mumble in your ear, his naked, damp chest now pressing against your clothed one.

“You gonna cum? You gonna make a mess? Make a fucking mess, come on.”

You screamed, your orgasm washing over you, electrifying and galvanizing you from your head all the way to the tips of your toes. You grasped at his hair, your body shaking and trembling, possibly pulling ut some strands as you came all over each other. You were dripping all over your inner thighs and his lower stomach. Taking deep breaths, your cunt pulsed with overstimulation as Shouta grunted under his breath, his hips pounding away as you could feel his cock twitch within you. With one final grunt and push within you, Shota spilled his seed deep within you. Taking a deep breath, he slowly let go of our legs, making sure you didn’t slump on the floor. The two of you smiled at each other, gasping slightly as he slowly pulled out of you.

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567 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 03:02:38 GMT

#3

Stranger from last night. S. Aizawa

Summary: The stranger from last night, he basically rocked your world, and he did it again when you woke up in the morning. When he left, you thought that was the last you'll see of him, or is it?

A/N: If you've seen this before, it's because I deleted it. I heard back from Support and they restored my account! So, once again, I'm using this to test if my account is really back... so enjoy this and please make sure to reblog!

Word count: 2.9k

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Warnings: daddy kink, cunnilingus, smut, you know the usual

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690 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 03:01:18 GMT

#2

Always be his. K Takami

Summary: He was your ex-husband. It was obvious that the two of you didn't work out and it should never happen again. The only time you should even speak to each other is concerning your son. You should know Keigo by now, once he has his sights set on something, or someone, he never lets them go.

A/N: Yep, back to back, nightly uploads cause I missed this! Tumblr really hated me this month of July, but don't worry cause now I have more ideas! Look out for even more from me, and enjoy this smut with a plot from me! And definitely expect a second part to this in the coming weeks.

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Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: smut, just plain ole smut, nothing special

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694 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 03:02:54 GMT

#1

delectable -- dabi.

Kinktober Day One: Dumbification. Demon!Dabi x Reader

synopsis: You should have never listened to your friends. Now let’s hope you make it out alive.

a/n: hiiiii.... so I’m back, like i said... but a couple of weeks later. College is still kicking my ass, but I got this done just in time. I hope you it, and I’ll link my kinktober masterlist down below!

wc: 3.0k

warnings: smut, 18+, dumbification, slight hematolagnia (blood kink), demon dabi ruining your life bit by. If it’s not obvious, his spit is an aphrodisiac. 

You should have never listened to your friends. Why would you listen to them? 

You sat in the midst of your bedroom, nothing but the burning flames of your scented candles from Bath and Body Works. (What? You really like their fall scents.) In the middle of your floor, was a shape, a pentagram with swirls in the middle of it, resembling a flame within a spiderweb. You should have never listened to them. 

They shoved the book in your face, “come on Y/n! It’s just a stupid book!”

“Look, it’s a ritual to summon an incubus. Maybe you’ll finally get some.”

“You guys!”

“What? It’s true!”

“I hate you all.”

Now, look at you, heart beating in terror as the flames around you grew and grew around the shape. The flames heat up, all the way to the point of them turning blue. The lines of the pentagram also glowed blue along the edges, black thick lines suddenly appearing and whipping out, as if trying to grab at something. It snapped you out of your shock, before immediately pulling back as far as you could. Fuck, fuck fuck, what did you do?! You were shaking, terrified, you could only pull your body into a hall as you witnessed what was happening right in your bedroom. 

The same thick lines were swirling around, coming together and building something. Someone. Lean muscles and they were taller, taller than you. Large wings slowly unfurled behind their back, all covered in the same thick black that the vines. Slowly the black peeled away, slowly revealing whatever the hell was in your bedroom. It was a man or some version of one. He had skin like a normal human, however, he had patches, or was it scars, littered all over his body. Across the lower half of his face, under his eyes, across his chest, and even along his arms. He was shirtless, revealing even large midriffs. The large wings attached to his body were the same color as his scars, a deep gnarly purple.  

He had hair as black as the vines that had surrounded him, and a smirk as conniving as the world’s evilest villain. He was shirtless, his hands tucked into the black pants hanging off his pelvis. The moment the last sludge of black was gone, a large gust of wind blew out through the entire room, blowing out the large blue flames. The room was dark, the smell of smoke permeating through the room. However, despite the darkroom, you could still see his presence hovering over. You could feel your heartbeat through your ears, and all throughout your body. 

His head creaked to the side, and his smirk widened, a wide row of sharp white teeth illuminating through the room. Your heart dropped to your ass as he pulled out one hand and it erupted in the same blue flames that had just blown out. He held it out, the light reaching over to you, revealing your shaking figure. 

“Well, well, well, a little rabbit messing with things out of her league.”

He took a step forward, and the creak of your floorboards pulled you out of your stupor. Feet and legs scrambling, you could see your closed door from the corner of your eyes. You moved, basically crawling as fast you could towards your one gateway to get out of whatever the fuck you got yourself into. But it was too late. 

One minute he was in the middle of the pentagram, the next he was in front of you, essentially cutting you off. He smirked down at you, wings rustling behind him. His movements were quick, you couldn’t even see them. You were now pressed against the wall, his large hand wrapped around your neck, just under your jaw. His sharp black nails were pressed up against your skin, you could slowly feel the sharp tips breaking the skin. His other hand trailed down your body, before wrapping around your thigh and spreading your legs open. Fear ravaged your body, his bright blue eyes staring deep within you.

“Mmh,” his head leaned to the side once again as he looked over at you. 

His thumb came up to your cheek, “for a human, you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

His thumb continued to move around your face, the pad of his finger pressing up against your lips. You tried to swallow some spit to lubricate your throat, although it didn’t help much, due to his hand pressing just right against your neck. 

“Names Dabi, and what about you, pretty little thing?”

He slowly moved his hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to finally take a deep breath. But you still couldn’t speak, but your mind calmed down enough to finally understand what was in front of you. A demon, an actual demon. 

Then the pressure came back. It shocked you out of your thoughts, as he pressed you back against the wall. 

“Thought I asked you a question?”

“It’s… it’s Y/n,” your voice was hoarse, the pressure of his hand going away once again. 

“Y/n,” his voice purred like that of a smooth engine, its deep rumbles reaching to the deepest parts of you. 

He dropped you, much like a sack of potatoes if you hadn’t caught yourself at the last minute. He turned around swiftly, his wings curling back into his body. Walking around your room, he took in his new surroundings, his eyes glancing over all the paintings and photo frames you had hanging on your wall. 

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[sometimesiwritebadly]

Rehearsal (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter and you have to rehearse a scene for your theatre class, which just so happens to have a kiss in it. (Gender neutral reader!)

Prompts: 1. “Why would you do this?” 22. “This is the part where you kiss me.”

Warnings: good old fashioned fluff

Note: Lol this one kinda got away from me. I used a random number generator to choose the prompts and only expected this to be like 800 words max but I ended up with over 2k so. but I really like what I ended up with so I hope y’all do too <3 mostly from Peter’s POV btw. oh and I tried to keep it gender neutral but it’s natural for me to write with a female reader so let me know if I accidentally left a few she’s/her’s in there.

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist

Peter Parker is a nerd. He’s good at science and math, which is why he’s attending Midtown School of Science and Technology. Despite the STEM focus the school has, there’s still a requirement for at least one art-related class in order to graduate. When Peter chose an entry level Theatre class, he hoped it would focus more on the study of famous plays than actually having to stand on a stage and act. Peter was very, very wrong. For the first assignment of the semester, students had to pair up and perform a short, dramatic piece. He had been paired with Y/N Y/L/N, who he had a minor crush on. Ok, major crush. After he and MJ broke up last year, he honestly didn’t think he’d find anyone else for a while. But then Y/N transferred to Midtown, and he was whipped right from the start. 

“Look man, you gotta use this opportunity to make a move!” Peter and Ned were walking down the hallway between classes, Ned trying to convince Peter again that this was a great chance to finally tell Y/N how he feels. “Just look up some cute scene for the two of you to perform! It’ll be like when Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie fell in love on set!”

“I’m pretty sure they broke up, Ned.”

“Whatever. The point stands.”

The pair approached their lockers, where you were waiting. You had a few papers in your hand, which held your attention until you noticed Peter in front of you.

“H-hey. What’s up?” Peter tried his best to contain his stutter, but couldn’t help it. Y/N just had that effect on him.

“Hey Pete, I, um, I found some potential scripts for us to use for our assignment. I thought you could look over them before we rehearse at mine on Friday? I like them all, so whichever you wanna go with is fine...although I did put a star next to my favorite piece.” You handed half of the papers you were holding to Peter, keeping copies of each script for yourself. Peter noticed that the copies you kept had already been highlighted and annotated, while his were straight from the printer. Except for the small star at the top of the first script in his stack. Before Peter could respond, the warning bell began to ring, signaling only a minute to get to your next class. “Just text me whichever one you want, and we can walk to my place after school tomorrow to rehearse.” You said this as you began to walk away, giving Peter and Ned a small wave before you turned around to race to your final class of the day. 

~~~

Instead of paying attention to his teacher’s lecture during Chemistry, Peter spent the 50 minute period reading through the scripts you had chosen. Peter already knew he wanted to perform the script you liked, but he was nervous. Your favorite scene happened to be the only one which called for a kiss, but he didn’t know if he had the guts to go for it. He could easily choose either of the other scenes and call it a day, but...well, was this your way of making a move? Had you intentionally chosen the script with a kiss to find out if Peter liked you? Did you like him? Or did you just choose that one because you genuinely thought it was the best option?

The bell rang, interrupting Peter’s thoughts and signaling the end of the school day. Hopefully a few hours of swinging through the streets of New York would be enough to distract Peter from thinking about you all night. For once, Peter was actually hoping New York criminals would keep him busy.

~~~

When Peter slipped through the window of his bedroom, his thoughts were unsurprisingly still revolving around you. Despite a somewhat busy night - two muggings, an almost-car crash, and one lost little girl now safely back with her mother - He still hadn’t been able to come to a decision. Half an hour ago you had texted Peter asking if he had chosen a script yet, and he still hadn’t responded. 

“Just go with the script they want, Pete. Even if Y/N doesn’t like you, at least you’ll get to kiss them.” He thought as he removed his skin-tight supersuit and changed into some sweats and a t-shirt. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his backpack, and, after another minute or so of arguing with himself, finally began to type.

8:31 pm

Y/N:

hey pete, have you decided which script you wanna do yet?

9:06 pm

Peter:

Uh, yeah. I think the one you liked is the best.

9:08 pm

Y/N:

yesss, i was hoping you’d choose that one. i have great taste ;)

9:08 pm

Peter:

Haha, yeah, you do. We’ll rehearse tomorrow after school right?

9:10 pm

Y/N:

yup! i’ll meet you by your locker again :) see ya tomorrow pete

Peter decided to let the conversation end there. Honestly, he had no idea what to think. What does “I have great taste ;)” mean? Is that a reference to the kiss? Does this mean they like him? Or is it just a joke? Peter sent a screenshot of the conversation to Ned for help, but Ned being Ned wasn’t helpful at all. 

9:15 pm

Ned:

Just. Make. A. Move. 

9:16 pm

Ned:

Betty thinks you should make a move too.

Despite his confusion and nerves over tomorrow’s rehearsal, Peter managed to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Hopefully tomorrow he’d get the answers he was looking for.

~~~

Peter waited by his locker after the final bell rang. As the hallways began to clear, he noticed you making your way over to him.

“Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. My English class is basically all the way across the school.” You looked nervous. Is that good? Or bad? Have you been thinking about the kiss too?

“Y-you’re fine. I’ve only been here for like a minute.” That was a lie. Peter’s Chemistry class was just across the hall from his locker, but you didn’t need to know that. After he finished talking, you seemed to lose all sense of nerves.

“I guess it wasn’t me causing the nerves then…” Peter thought, his mood dropping a little.

“Oh good. Let’s get going then, my apartment is only a couple blocks from here.” And so you began the short walk to your place. You made some small talk on the way there, talking about your other classes instead of the one class you did share. 

“You have Mrs. Jenson third period right? I have her during fifth. Maybe we can study together for her tests...I know the school year just started, but I can already tell she’ll make her tests unnecessarily evil.” You said as the both of you entered your building. 

“That’s a good idea, I know someone who took her class last year and they said she always had essay questions. Not to mention 5 choices for multiple choice questions instead of the usual four.” Peter responded. As he spoke, they headed towards the elevator, and Y/N pressed the button, causing the doors to immediately open. After hitting the number 4 on the wall, the doors slowly began to close. Despite the unfortunate news he was sharing with Y/N, his voice had a hopeful tone to it; They want to hang out with him again. Sure, it’s just loose plans to study for a test sometime in the future, but hey, he’ll take it.

“Damn. History has never been my subject, so I’ll definitely need the extra study time. I can never remember all the important dates.” Your phone buzzed after that, causing you to glance down at it. As you responded to whoever had texted you, Peter was left to his thoughts when the elevator began to move. It wasn’t until the elevator doors opened and you stepped out that the conversation resumed. “That was my mom, guess she’s gonna be at work for a few more hours. We can order a pizza if you want, I’m not sure how long we’ll be rehearsing today.”

“Pizza, uhm,” Peter’s voice cracked, “Pizza sounds good.” Peter cursed to himself, but if you had noticed his voice cracking, you had the decency to ignore it. You pulled your keys from your backpack, and unlocked the second apartment on the floor. 

“Cool, I’ll order something online. Pepperoni ok for you?” You asked as you walked into the apartment, holding the door open for Peter. Peter only nodded, not really trusting his voice for the moment. He took a second to look around the place as you closed the door behind him. When you came into his eyesight again, you were looking at your phone, presumably ordering the pizza. “Since my mom isn’t here we can rehearse in the living room, it’s just this way.” Peter followed you as you led him across the apartment, then sat on the couch. He tried to give you space as you continued punching in the pizza order. While you were busy, Peter opened his own backpack and pulled out the script you had agreed upon. Last night he had highlighted his lines, although luckily for this assignment the teacher had mentioned that memorization was optional. After all, the school year had just begun and it was a beginner’s class.

“Ok, pizza will be here in like half an hour. Now we can get to work!” You quickly pulled out your own script from your backpack, and turned to face Peter. “Do you wanna just read through it a few times, then once we’re used to it we could start working out the blocking?” You suggested.

“Y-yeah, sure, that works for me.” Peter was relieved at this option; read throughs meant he didn’t have to worry about the kiss yet. “Your character starts, right?”

And so the two of you began reading through the script. It was short, only a few pages, and featured someone on the day of their wedding, and the man who was trying to convince them to leave their fiance. At first, the reading was a little awkward, as neither of you had any experience in acting, but by the third or fourth time you had gone through the script together, both of you were feeling much more comfortable. Instead of sitting away from each other on opposite ends of the couch, you were close, the way your characters would be. The blocking had even begun to take shape naturally, so you and Peter stood for the fifth reading, walking around the room, trying your best to embody the characters as they argued. This time, as you approached the end of the script however, Peter’s nerves returned.

“Why would you do this? Just barging in here on my wedding day?” You said, trying to act as frustrated and confused as you felt your character would be. 

“You and I both kn-know you don’t love him! You’ll never be happy with him!” Peter tried to keep his nerves in check, but he knew what was coming.

“And how do you know I’d be happier with you?” Following the stage directions indicated on your script, you stepped closer to Peter. Instead of continuing with the scene, Peter just stared at you, no longer looking at his script. “Uh, Pete?” He still didn’t respond. You were confused, until you looked back at the script. You weren’t sure how you had forgotten, after all, this is why you chose the scene in the first place. “Peter, this is the part where you kiss me” You said quietly. You had taken his choosing of this scene to mean he liked you too, but you weren’t sure. His eyes widened a little at your words though, which made your confidence drop. “O-or not, um, we could do a stage kiss, or you could just kiss my cheek, or we could just cut it complet-” Peter cut off your rambling by putting his hands on your cheek and bringing his lips to meet yours. You were shocked, but easily melted into the kiss. He was gentle as he kissed you, his nerves disappearing the second you kissed him back. After a while, you both separated from the kiss. Neither of you spoke for a minute, just staring at each other.

“U-um.. that was ok, right?” Peter whispered, as you were still pretty close to him. You only smiled, and gave him another short kiss as a response. Before you guys could do anything else, there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza!” Someone said loudly through the wood. Before you could make a move, Peter had grabbed his wallet and was already walking towards the front door.

“I’ll pay...after all, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay on our first date?”

[lovelylarrie]

my harry miami cancelled show experience:

hello, as y’all may already know, i went to the harry event on friday 01/31/2020 and it was an absolute disaster. hands down one of the worst things recently to happen to me. let me start by saying i have NO hate or anger towards harry, i love him. this was at the fault of the venue and pepsi and everyone coordinating the event.

i arrived in line on wednesday, two days before the event. we slept under a bridge on the streets of miami for two nights. we got there and i was initially number 20 in line (i moved up to 12 because people ended up getting wrist bands and not coming back), a fan organized the line and was really amazing at making sure everything was fair. there was no parking allowed on the island so we had to be dropped off while our friend parked the car in downtown miami.

the first thing that happened that was messed up was on wednesday they released tickets that were significantly cheaper than what we paid. i paid around 300$ (as did everyone else in line) and they dropped the price to 100$ and refused to give us refunds. apparently some people in line were able to get refunds so it was really inconsistent and unfair. i called ticketmaster multiple times and was unable to get my money back.

a few hours before the show they released “rules” which said we could not have portable chargers. it was annoying bc we all had bought them just for the show and they told us literally HOURS before that we couldn’t take them in. also, the venue was JUST BUILT. like we watched them finish building the venue up until the day of the show. there was nowhere for us to call and get information about the show or anything, there wasn’t even a website. so it seemed really unprofessional for them to send out rules and info about the show literally hours before when they should’ve given us more time to prepare.

the day of the show they moved us into an “official” line at like 6pm, the show wasn’t until 8:30 and they didn’t let us in until 8:30.

at 8:30 they let us through and there were like 8-9 security gates. i chose a slow line and the security guy saw i was shaking because all i could see were people that were behind us in line running past me and getting into the pit before me. the security guy literally made me take a deep breath and even more people got ahead of me. i didn’t get barricade but got right behind my friends who were barricade. i was number 12 in line and waited two days and didn’t get barricade lol.

the show took forever to start but finally mark ronson came on and played literally an hour and a half of shitty 2015 songs... he played old town road TWICE. it honestly felt like he was on stage for a decade.

during this people were holding up signs on their phones BEGGING security for water. they took like 10 years to give us water and eventually brought out bottles and we were all sharing and passing around water bottles. security started chucking bottles into the crowd and i was so scared like they almost knocked some people out by hitting them in the head. apparently security was laughing about throwing the water bottles as well. the girl next to me and i started crying bc we didn’t get any water and both felt like we were going to pass out.

after lizzo performed (she was amazing btw) i was about to pass out but they had set up all of harrys stuff and i kept telling myself it’s okay bc he’s gonna be right there i just needed to push through. at midnight we were still waiting for harry but did sing him happy birthday once it hit midnight. at like 12:15 they posted this on the screen:

nobody moved. we thought it was part of harrys set bc we were on an island and haha eroda!!! then a voice came on and said we needed to evacuate bc there was a tropical storm.

finally i decided to leave my place in put and pushed through the crowd and went up to the bar and asked for water bc i was going to pass out. they said they’re not giving out water bc it will “encourage us to stay.” i went into the vip section and scooped up ice and started eating that bc it was my only option and security YELLED AT ME and i snapped and told them i was going to pass out and they snapped back and told me i needed to leave.

the funny thing was, we weren’t allowed to park on the island!!! we had nowhere to go!!! the streets were completely flooded and the venue’s roof was leaking and the front of the venue was starting to flood. and they slowly started barricading us out of the venue. i yelled at security and asked why they were doing this to us and they said it was because it’s “more safe to be outside than inside the venue.” can someone explain to me why they would build a venue that is on an island in MIAMI FLORIDA WHERE IT TROPICAL STORMS WEEKLY and they did not make it safe enough for a storm.

we started walking around outside and realized the uber pick up spot was completely flooded, also uber prices were EXTREMELY HIGH. we walked past an area they had tented off and they were getting all the rich people on busses and bussing them out lol. they were all the famous/rich people who got to stand above the ga section. my friends and i were sobbing walking around the venue trying to find a place to go, we were shivering and people and security were laughing at us for crying.

we eventually got an uber back to our car and on our drive back home we heard about a bus on fire outside the venue?? there was a video so idk what happened but i hope everyone’s okay. we hydroplaned the entire way home and i was genuinely scared for my life.

so yeah that’s my story. fuck the meridian and fuck pepsi for putting everyone in danger and placing us in a venue that could not handle a storm.

i’m okay now. we got refunds but that’s not really the point or what matters. it’s really hard for me to listen to harry because it reminds me of the whole situation. it was genuinely really scary and nobody truly understands how difficult and scary the situation was for everyone involved unless you were there. we have a group chat of everyone there and we’re all supporting eachother through it. i think everyone is okay but still in shock over what happened. being shoved into a storm and flooded streets in miami and not knowing where to go or how to get home or if you were going to get home was so scary. it wasn’t safe to drive but it was our only option.

[ofmargos]

chicago’s very own margo rosas has been spotted on madison avenue , with a striking semblance to camila mendes ! you may know them as @margo or hitting the front page of tmz as margo rosas is making her comeback on broadway ! according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re overdramatic , but being passionate might help you . things that would paint a better picture of you would be the sound of stilettos hitting the pavement , the thunderous sound of applause , and having the poise of a well-mannered lady but the mouth of a sailor . ( cis female + she / her )

omg hey y’all it’s ya girl lia back at it again with the broadway b*tch herself , margo ! fun fact : i’ve been writing for margo off n on for THREE years ?? that’s wild . no matter what i do i cannot get rid of this muse akjsdnk but i love her and i hope y’all do too ! under the cut is far too much info on her ( i’m sorry it’s long !! ) pls go ahead and give this post a like if you give me consent to come bug you in the im’s / discord ! <3

*+:｡.｡ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ｡.｡:+*

–;; 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Margaret Lucia Rosas – ;; 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬): Margo ( preferred name ), Mars, Mar, Pain in the Ass, Drama Queen – ;; 𝐀𝐠𝐞: Twenty-Three – ;; 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁: 31 October 1997 – ;; 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜: Scorpio sun, scorpio moon,  leo asc ( yikes ) – ;; 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Cis Female – ;; 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Bisexual Biromantic – ;; 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5ft 2 – ;; 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Chicago, IL – ;; 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Luxurious apartment in Manhattan – ;; 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Singer / Songwriter + Broadway Performer ( Julia Michaels VC ) – ;; 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: Passionate, creative, dramatic, distrusting, outgoing, ambitious, fun-loving, loyal, daring, sarcastic, stubborn, overconfident, impulsive, hard-working, petty, secretive, short-tempered, vindictive

*+:｡.｡ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ｡.｡:+*

*TW: undiagnosed illness, death

grew up as an only child in chicago, illinois. her family was definitely in the middle class but her parents both worked hard to provide their pride and joy with everything she could’ve wanted out of life

and it became apparent early on that what margo wanted was to perform. she was always singing around the house, putting on one-woman shows for her parents, and following along to the choreography of her favorite DCOM on tv. and in order to keep her satisfied, and also out of the house while they were both working, her parents threw her into an abundance of performing arts classes: ballet, tap, and jazz classes + singing lessons + acting workshops-- you name it. it was a very expensive hobby but her parents were willing to put in the extra work hours to fund her passions

she honestly grew up blissfully unaware of the sacrifices her parents were making on her behalf. they just never made her feel like she was inconveniencing them in any way. if she wanted to spend her day turn acting, singing, and dancing then so be it. they supported her emotionally and financially 100%

*ILLNESS TW* but the rose-tinted glasses were ripped from her eyes around the age of fourteen / fifteen. her mom had always had a weak immune system-- the first one to catch a cold or the flu, knocking her on her ass and leaving her bedridden for days at a time. it only got worse as years went on and she avoided doctor appointments out of fear of being charged unnecessary costly fees. she downplayed her compromising situation for as long as she could until she physically couldn’t carry on any more and had to stop going to work

margo and her father urged the stubborn woman to seek medical attention for any sort of relief for months until she finally conceded. soon it became the new norm for her mother to be in and out of hospitals, getting tests done, trying various medications. but nothing helped in the long-term and they were unable to come to a strict diagnosis *ILLNESS TW END*

and she had been right, it was terribly expensive. their funds were short considering the family was down to one income. so margo took on more responsibilities by working part-time jobs as well as going to school. she was sixteen and teaching dance lessons at her childhood studio in exchange for a small amount of pay + free lessons as well as working at a local movie theatre 6 days a week. she cut back on extracurricular lessons to save some money, instead pouring all her creative energy into only school related clubs such as choir, theatre, and so on

honestly, if you knew margo in high school you’d likely not even know about her familial situation. she liked to keep her cards close to her chest and portrayed herself as this larger than life character that no one would believe had experienced any hardships. she distracted from her own worries by playing the role of ‘queen bee’ or more accurately rachael berry from glee ( a cursed character at this point but it’s true unfortunately )

margo had big dreams of making it to broadway one day and had planned to get there by going to college in new york and make a name for herself. but with her mother’s healthy declining the closer margo got to graduation, the more put off she was by the idea of moving away from home. she was willing to put all plans for her future on hold and take care of her mother but her parents wouldn’t let her. being as encouraging as ever, they convinced her that she needed to follow her dreams. she had already given up a majority of her teenage years to help them out when they needed it most. they wouldn’t let her miss out on anything else

so with a heavy heart but on a good scholarship, she left for columbia university without any idea of what to expect. new york was a whole new world for her and she was thrown off by how talented, beautiful, and wealthy her peers were. she had felt like a big fish in a really small pond during her high school days. but for once she was a tiny fish in the big wide ocean

her larger than life persona came back into play-- masking her worries and insecurities with a version of herself that was so confident that she even began to fool herself. she got a bit lost in the fantasy. her true self-slipping away. she almost had this alter ego ??? ( come thru hannah montana moment okay ) wannabe starlet rubbing elbows with the future CEOs and celebrities of the world by day and local pizza parlor waitress by the night, working to make a decent living while also sending money back home when she could

she also had to maintain good grades to keep her scholarship and participate in performances that her department put on in order to rise in the ranks

honestly the only time she got a little peace was when she was hanging out with her few GOOD friends. like the people that actually got to know her past her fake personality. they were also music people so they spent a lot of time together just messing around with instruments and vocals and writing songs in their own little makeshift studio / hangout spot

it started off as just fun and games, but with their help margo created some original songs and released them as an indie artist. she put herself out there on her social media profiles like “hey stream my new single!!!!!!” and people ate it up. after releasing a few tracks and establishing her own following, her music eventually got to the right people and she was given the opportunity to sign to an actual label which was wild ???

and while it was an amazing opportunity, releasing music under the label was also very demanding. when she was releasing music from the comfort of her friend’s studio it was purely a fun creative outlet and done on her own time. it was just... rough. but how could she complain when she was making a name for herself in the music industry + making bank from royalties + getting to meet all these cool famous people and go to parties with them and y’know ... spiral and slack off on other responsibilities

*DEATH TW* it was around her junior year that things started to go from bad to worse. she remembers exactly where she was and what she was doing when she got the call from her dad informing her of her mom’s extended stay in the hospital. things weren’t looking too good. there wasn’t anything they could do for the older lady and honestly she was done fighting. margo flew back home to chicago immediately and stayed at her childhood home for the following weeks until her mother passed. it was absolutely devastating. she stayed in chicago with her dad for months as they worked through their grief together *DEATH TW END*

columbia was pretty understanding of her situation and was willing to be accommodating so she could finish her degree plan, but margo put things off for so long that she eventually just withdrew from the university and was dead set on just living in chicago forever

i’m not gonna lie, margo was down and out for a little while. didn’t talk to anyone really, rarely left the house, stopped making music, and just sorta fell off completely. the only good thing that came out of the year or so that she spent back home was she stepped away from the false reality she created for herself in new york, which helped her realize that she didn’t love the person she was becoming or the things she was doing. she wasn’t even really involved with her one true passion which was theatre / acting

it was with a little boost from her dad ( literally her biggest fan , i love this man okay ) that she started acting like herself again. he told her that her mom wouldn’t want her to give up on everything and neither would he. so with a new found determination ( and a pretty exciting career opportunity ), margo put on her big girl pants and moved her ass back to new york to finally do what she loves to do

and here we are now ! she’s stepping into her break-out role onto broadway as lydia deetz in bettlejuice the musical

she’s only been back in new york for a few months at this point i’d say ??? and i can’t wait to see her come into her own and grow into the margo i know and love ... but also hate because she’s so so dumb :-) <3

*+:｡.｡ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  &  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒｡.｡:+*

she has no chill, probably will never have any chill, and i am sorry for that ASJNDLK she’s just overdramatic as hell !!! she’s a theatre kid at heart and i would expect absolutely nothing less from her

generally good-natured though and has good intentions. just simply has piss-poor execution sometimes

down to clown and ready to have a good time all the time all in the name of enjoying life to its fullest while we all have a chance

the only thing she takes seriously is her work life. she’s on her grind okay, it took a lot for her to get to where she is today and she’s not going to just let it slip away that easily. she’s doing everything she can to make not only herself proud but her parents :’-)

still releases her own music under the label but her primarily focus is on her budding broadway career and the label is understanding of that ... mostly because she called an executive meeting ( against her manager’s better judgement ) and was super up front and threatened to walk out if they didn’t see reason ... but at least things worked out well !!!

she mostly writes songs for other people at this point in her career. some big names too ( just like ... google julia michael’s career and apply it to margo okay thank u )

honestly her management teams worst nightmare simply because she does not listen and will do whatever she wants and post whatever she wants and will not apologize for being her authentic self in media

like, she’s just starting to figure out who she is again and they want her to stop and act fake because she’s not being very “family-friendly” or because it doesn’t make her “look good to the public” ??? nah f*ck that !

while she is sociable and fun-loving, she’s also hard to seriously get to know sometimes because of all those years of putting up a front. like sometimes she doesn’t even realize that she’s not being 100% genuine ??? so you could be hanging out with her every single day and still not know her completely and she might not open up and that’s okay, she’s working on it

she is a pretty good friend tho ! super loyal, a true ride or die, will want to fight anyone that you have a problem with, showers you in compliments and gifts, truly 10 / 10

but if she doesn’t like you or if you’ve mistreated her in any way at all she will in fact hold it against you for the rest of her life. just petty as a mf and i hate her for it like sis pls leT SH*T GO !!!!

didn’t grow up rich so now that she’s making bank she’s one of those people that just buys dumb things just because she can ??? the size of her closet is absolutely ridiculous, just overflowing with clothes and accessories, and the amount of random packages that get delivered to her apartment that she doesn’t even remember ordering is even more so ... just ... irresponsible spender

stubborn ?? what is compromising ??? doesn’t know her but will try ( begrudgingly ) if she really likes you

hates being bored. can and will go to excessive lengths to avoid boredom

partygirl margo has not stopped, will not stop, and cannot be stopped much to my own disappointment

self-proclaimed dancing queen. really puts all those years of classical dance training to good use by hopping on top of tables / countertops at parties to shake some ass

surprisingly a responsible adult that can cook and clean and get shit done when she really puts her mind to it ??? this developed over the years that her mom was sick and bedridden and she stepped up to take care of household chores while her dad worked doubles

very family-oriented and talks to her dad all the time. like, calls him daily for really dumb reasons. any time she feels down the first person she wants to talk to is him ( well it’s actually her mom, who was her best friend in the whole world, but since she’s not here anymore they make do as just the two of them )

her ego is LARGE. GRANDE. thinks very highly of herself as a result of being praised too much as a child probably. not to mention she is very very good at what she does, has more talent in her little pinky then i do in my whole body. she’s secretly insecure on the inside but she presents as an overconfident bad bitch

a staple to her character that i wish she would shake is her inability to handle her own feelings in a healthy way ... she just sorta ... shuts down ?? runs away ?? acts like nothing is happening ?? it’s bad. would rather leave than get left and bottle up all her feelings and kick them under the bed then ever open up

has a terrible sleeping pattern and cannot stay on a solid sleep schedule to save her life. undiagnosed insomniac. when her mind just won’t calm down she often goes out to keep her occupied and avoid any overthinking that might occur when she’s in her own company

her life motto is #YOLO and does a lot of stupid sh*t because of it

probably uses tiktok too much both as a consumer and a content creator. vlogs her backstage experiences and also just posts dumb, amusing things

this is so long i’m sorry if you read this whole thing i just have a lot of feelings about her after writing her for so many years AKJSDK i’ll shut up now BYE

i have margo’s wc page HERE but just some ideas are best friends, frenemies, confidants, fellow music people, party friends, pr friends or pr rivals, crushes, on and off again, exes, roommate, childhood friends, family friends, good influence, bad influence, honestly truly anything and everything PLS i love to plot and write w/ all of you ! <3

[rennyforpresident]

Renny’s BBSim: Second Chances Week 9: [Title Redacted]

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

@brentrobinson​ @cirie-sandra-michaela​ @flopbb-22​ @flungevictee​ @iantxrry​ @kaysarswhore​ @maxdoesbb​ @music-obsessednerd​ @pawn2393​ @paymeincashnottears​ @rennyforpresident​ @swampassthing​  @wheremy--demons--hide​

Jury:  @theminionjcfucked​ @fucklauryn​ @phylisisley​

Last week, in a shocking turn of events, @swampassthing broke the tie to evict @phylisisley from the BB house. What transpired right before that shocking decision?

@flopbb-22, in the bathroom 15 minutes before the live show: “ @swampassthing, come here quick. I need to talk to you.

Listen, I know you have no reason to believe me, but there is no one in this house who has your back, and you know that. @phylisisley will tell you until the end of the day that she has your back, but she will sell you down the river quicker than you can say “Nominated”. You know how I know? She told me your secrets. Yeah, she told me all about the fact that you’ve been throwing comps, you’ve been hiding people’s things, you’ve been rating the people in the house on a scale of 1 through 10 based on hotness and that @cirie-sandra-michaela is a 9. I know it all because she told me. Do with that what you will, but remember that if she stays tonight.”

@swampassthing in the DR before the HOH competition: “*through tears* I trusted her! We had a bond! The fact that she was double crossing me? I had to vote her out, there was no way I could leave her in here after that. I hope she thinks long and hard about what friendship means in the jury house. God, I feel so stupid.”

After the shocking vote, the house is split down the middle, yet again (can y’all get it together for ONE WEEK). And the drama doesn’t end there.

@pawn2393 doesn’t feel supported by her allies. Every time they’ve been in danger, he’s been there for them, but this past week, when his life was on the line, they sat by and watched. He still wants to keep them close, so there’s no dramatic breakup, but he doesn’t feel like he’s a part of the alliance anymore.

Houseguests line up to compete, and this one is gonna be tough. After 10 minutes,

@paymeincashnottears gets to open a prize box! Her box contains a card that says “HAVE-NOT”. She will be the only have-not this week.

At 32 minutes in,

@iantxrry‘s box contains $5,000! Congratulations!

The last box-opener, falling at 41 minutes, is,

@maxdoesbb, your box contains the “BB BullSpit” costume! You will be dressed as a bull for the rest of the week.

After the last box is opened, another houseguest says, I’m done, I don’t have to worry about sabotage now, so I’m out.”

@flopbb-22 is OUT!

It’s the former alliance of three left! No doubt, they’ll all probably keep each other safe, but @cirie-sandra-michaela desperately wants his first comp win. The winner, after 2 hours and 5 minutes, is...

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@cirie-sandra-michaela! You have won safety for the week, and earned the right to nominate two houseguests for eviction.

A newcomer to the HOH suite! @cirie-sandra-michaela is still aligned with @kaysarswhore, and is still close with @pawn2393, but the rest of the house is a little on edge, not knowing where they stand.

At the nomination ceremony....

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@cirie-sandra-michaela: “I have decided to nominate you @iantxrry, and you @paymeincashnottears. At this point, it’s clear who’s on which side of the house. You both seem like floaters to me. At this point in the game, it’s put up or shut up, so I want to see the two of you play!”

@iantxrry in the DR: “I knew this was coming. @cirie-sandra-michaela isn’t on my side, and I can’t trust him as far as I can throw him. This veto is MINE, and then the power won’t be in the other side’s hands”

@paymeincashnottears: “So now I’m the threat? The girl who hasn’t won anything? Who hasn’t been called into the DR until two weeks ago? There’s no way I can possibly be voted out.”

We’ll see about THAT, @paymeincashnottears!

@cirie-sandra-michaela picks their alliance partner, @kaysarswhore to participate, and does a little happy dance after drawing her chip. @iantxrry picks @flopbb-22 and does what can only be described as a sad dance. She really needed @maxdoesbb to play in the comp, but it’s fine. @paymeincashnottears picks @swampassthing to play, and now everyone knows it’s game on: the Veto Queen is here.

This comp requires agility and focus, some things that some of these houseguests struggle with. Who will rise to the occasion? And more importantly, who will flop?

Once everyone has competed, @maxdoesbb reads the results.

With a time of 18:55

@iantxrry laughs off her loss, but spends a solid half hour screaming in the DR to let out her frustrations.

With a time of 9:03

@flopbb-22: “I thought I threw this comp really bad, but I didn’t realize someone could go as slow as @iantxrry did”

With a time of 6:21

@paymeincashnottears in the DR: “*crying* I hate this stupid house! Why can’t I win anything??? I’ve tried so hard in every comp but a win never finds its way to me. If I go home before winning, I’ll LOSE IT”

@swampassthing has been known to make moves before; will she do it again? @cirie-sandra-michaela and @kaysarswhore both want the power to stay in their hands; can they make it happen?

With a time of 5:58

@kaysarswhore yells “Fuck!” after seeing her time, knowing she fumbled the ball. She wanted this POV more than anything, and she desperately didn’t want the power to fall into the other side’s hands

With a time of 5:31, and the winner of the Golden Power of Veto...

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@cirie-sandra-michaela! You went from never having won a comp to winning two in one week!

@cirie-sandra-michaela in the DR: “This veto is EVERYTHING! Y’all thought I wasn’t playing the game? Who’s not playing now? These floaters need to learn that to win this, you have to fight. I wanna see them FIGHT!”

Sights set on the other side of the house, will @cirie-sandra-michaela change his nominees to target someone else?

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With nominations locked in, the houseguests anxiously await Julie to tell them that it’s eviction night.

But with the pressure of being on the block on eviction night, some people begin to lose their cool.

Later that night, after the veto ceremony, @pawn2393 is exercising in the backyard, running laps around the pool. @paymeincashnottears is trying to read in one of the lawn chairs.

@paymeincashnottears: “Can you stop making so much noise? It’s really fucking aggravating”

@pawn2393: “I’m literally just running? I’ve done this every night since I’ve been here, if you don’t like it, go inside.”

@paymeincashnottears: “Fine, I will, bitch.”

Upon the b-bomb being dropped, @pawn2393 yells, “The sad thing was I was gonna vote to keep you! Have fun at jury, tell @phylisisley I said hi!”

Later on, @pawn2393 goes to her former ally and still friend, @kaysarswhore with her problem. Well you know @kaysarswhore isn’t gonna take this shit lying down

@kaysarswhore: “If you wanna talk shit, do it with everybody around! Don’t be a fucking coward!”

(please don’t flip another GODDAMN mattress)

The two get really heated, almost coming to blows, but production calls it off before it can get that far. 

Realizing her terrible mistake, @paymeincashnottears makes the split decision to call everyone to the living room.

@paymeincashnottears: “I am so sorry for my behavior tonight. @pawn2393, I lashed out at you because I’m stressed being in this house on the block. I never meant to make it personal, and I hope you know that I mean that. @kaysarswhore, you’re a good person and I should have never have called you all those horrible things I did earlier. You’re not a loser who reminds me of a child beauty pageant hopeful that never caught her break. You’re so much better than that, and I mean it!”

Everyone gives @paymeincashnottears a big hug afterwards, and everyone goes to bed a little happier.

The next day,

@maxdoesbb continues to put in the work to make sure he’s protected from all angles. He’s not letting his relationship with @kaysarswhore slip away from him just because she has a new final 2 deal with the current HOH.

Live footage of @maxdoesbb in the house seen below:

Fast forward to eviction night!

Julie: “Hello houseguests! I have a hot date right after the taping tonight, so no time for questions! I wanna hear those speeches quick!”

@iantxrry: “I am not a floater. I took out one of the biggest targets in this house when I was Head of Household, and I’ve been nothing but loyal to my side of the house. It’s not my fault we suck at competitions. @cirie-sandra-michaela will be my ONLY target moving forward. I can’t trust you, I don’t like you, and if I get voted out tonight, I will not be voting for you to win a half a million dollars. Everyone else, I hope you vote to keep me, but I look forward to seeing all of you walk into jury after me otherwise. Love y’all!”

@paymeincashnottears: “Well, getting screentime for the first time all season really shook me up, but I want to let you guys know I’m solid now! I’ve been loyal to who I said I was going to be loyal to, and I promise I’ll win my first comp soon! If not, I’ll be happy to let you all keep beating me!”

Julie: “Why did you all talk for so long?? Didn’t I say make it quick? Anyway, time to vote!”

The first vote is to evict @iantxrry. You’re the bigger threat on the block, and there’s no way @flopbb-22 is gonna vote out the other no-comp-winner in the house.

@kaysarswhore thinks that @paymeincashnottears is fake as hell. She didn’t buy that fake ass apology she gave after their fight, and she won’t ever forgive her for calling her cast photo on the memory wall ugly. 

@swampassthing is focused on winning comps and making it to the end with someone easy to beat. @iantxrry is the bigger comp threat, and @paymeincashnottears is the easier player to beat. Win-win

@pawn2393 joins her BFF @kaysarswhore in voting out @paymeincashnottears. After their blowout, there’s just no going back.

Which means @maxdoesbb, will be breaking this tie. Who will he vote out of the house?

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Even though @maxdoesbb loves @iantxrry like a sister, he needs @paymeincashnottears to go so that there’s a bigger social threat than him in the house. His rat game depends on it!

Julie: “When I read the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house.”

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Julie: “@iantxrry, come on out!”

Julie: “ @iantxrry, why are you sitting here? You were in such a good position!”

@iantxrry: “I know! I’m royally pissed at @cirie-sandra-michaela, because I knew the second he won, he’d put me up. We never really meshed, and he saw me as his biggest competition on the other side of the house.”

Julie: “There’s been so much talk about sides of the house. Who was on your side?”

@iantxrry: “Well, at the end there, it was really just me, @paymeincashnottears, @maxdoesbb​ and @swampassthing. It was an even 4-4, and now my side is down a number. I’m hoping those guys can pick up the pace and take the power back! I’d vote for any one of them.”

Julie: “Well we’ll see just who you’re voting for back here on finale night. Thank you so much for playing again.

There’s only 7 players left, and just 4 weeks until finale night! Who will come out victorious, and who will become the fifth member of our jury? Find out next time. From outside the Big Brother house, I’m Julie Chen. Goodnight.”

Some of y’all really decided to lose your damn minds this week, but I also wrote this at like 1am so we’ll see who gets taken out next!!

[stubbornjerk]

why i tagged my aurinko crime family uquiz with april fools

or: why i have done so many things in so little time

not that any of you needed to know or anything, i just wanted this information out there in case i want to remember how ridiculous my first year of quarantine has been.

so, as of time of writing, it is april the 3rd (gmt +8, i live in the philippines so screw you). i have some homework due, i am a bit hungry and sleep deprived, and i am caught up with season 3 of penumbra.

and this information is significant, specifically that last part, because when i met @northisnotup​​ at the early aughts of my obsession with penumbra in early may/late april, i had not even listened to man in glass yet.

i was planning on listening to all of season 3 when it had finished releasing its finale, since that had been my plan with all of the ongoing audio dramas i’d listened to thus far. and it took north several weeks to convince me to listen to man in glass (both parts).

and then i listened to tools of rust (both parts) in october (due in part bc of a proposition i had going with north, wherein she had to finish her fic for me before i listened to the next episode so uh, if y’all loved this fic, you’re welcome). and since MIG, i had already entered a server with north (Trans Nureyev Agenda, TNA for short) and made several other friends and a romantic relationship. you have to understand that that was six entire months.

but i was still not caught up to season 3.

while on my 2-week hiatus between chapter 5 and chapter 6 of halcyon days & solstice nights around september, i dared myself to redraw all 8 of my illustrations from my first multi-chapter junoverse fic bridges to burn and finish writing the 6th chapter of hdsn as well.

it took me three weeks but i did it, and i listened to shadows on the ship in early october, which resulted to the conception, production, and publication of reverse au’s first chapter, vespa ilkay and the case of the murderous mask.

i did the sensible thing afterwards and dared my partner-in-crime jeannette @entropyre​​ that if we finished TNA livereads for reverse au’s TFN (now called railbird’s gamble), i’ll listen to ultrabots (both parts). i also dared them to reach a certain amount in her current project to make me listen to heart of it all. both propositions happened in late november.

and i did listen to ultrabots! february 10th, to be specific. year 2021.

by then, i had already been somewhat infamous in the TNA server for being the one person at fault for having to force everyone to spoilerblock their takes on newer episodes. and i understood the frustration! but more importantly, it was annoying to me whenever anyone would smugly pronounce you’ll see when i was theorizing at my own pace.

and you know what happened?

[image is a screenshot of this tweet

“wouldnt it just be the TNA server's biggest scam if i actually caught up to s3 pre-finale and i just... didn't say“ (dated 31 Jan 2021)]

well.

and thus began my planning.

at february 12, two days since listening to ultrabots, i listened to both episodes of heart of it all. then the next day, to the first part of what lies beyond, then the next to the second part.

on the 14th, i told my partner, sameer that i was caught up. but only him and jeannette knew at this time.

and all three of us kept quiet until after the public release of the finale came out. i listened an hour after them when the patreon release came out, at 3am, while my father was eating his breakfast before work.

the morning of march 18th, filipino time, i told some friends in a personal server about how i’d been caught up for about a month already.

the aurinko crime family uquiz, to tie this all back in, was made on march 21st.

and, on midnight april 1st, i finally told everyone. north, the TNA server, and my mutuals on twitter who did not know at the time.