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icallhimjoey · 4 months

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♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, afab!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot, mentions of reader having hair long enough to be played with

Author’s note: last one! i hope this non-plot fic was all right! it doesnt feel like it fully counted as a five-part story just because it doesn't feel like anything really happened besides... you know, a lot of hugging. anyways. enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

When Joe woke up the next morning, all promises he made to himself the night before had vanished. Like promises people made late at night in bed were wont to do.

I’ll start on Monday.

I’ll wake up early, do it in the morning.

Thing’s will be different when the sun rises.

They never were.

He didn’t know why he thought it would be different this time. Sure, he still thought it wasn’t exactly normal to wake up with his flatmate’s face pressed into his chest, but why would he risk doing anything that was going to change that?

You kept his bed warm. Satisfied his tactile nature. Filled something hollow within him which he didn’t realise was empty before. And in moments like these, he could tell it was spilling over. Making mess inside his chest.

Joe wanted to know why it never felt invasive.

He tried to think back how he got here.

Where it all began.

How it had evolved.

And why it never felt weird. Why you never needed to talk about any of it, words completely unnecessary. Why the only two words ever spoken about it, your wild and insane “Thank you.” felt like the most disgusting overkill of verbal communication Joe had ever experienced.

The two of you were just bad with words, he decided.

Joe felt how you stretched a leg, one that was still stuck between two of his, and carefully held you a little tighter until he felt you fully relax again.

Good.

You weren’t allowed to wake up yet.

Morning sun softly lit Joe’s room through the cracks in his curtains and, Joe knew it was a Sunday, but it also felt like a Sunday.

Nothing planned for the day. Hours of nothing that stretched out before him, time he got to fill with whatever felt right in the moment.

And right now, delaying waking up felt right.

He could pretend to ignore all the things that stirred inside. The questions. The uncertainties.

He could pretend to ignore the bodily reactions you were responsible for. He had done so for ages. Had gotten real good at pretending.

But he wondered if you knew.

If you felt the same stirring he felt.

If you could see it.

If you also sometimes blew off your friends, just to hang out at home. If you also wished the friends you had over would just fucking leave already when you’d feel drowsy after a big meal. If you also sometimes had a hard time falling back asleep after waking up at random hours, just because you had to deal with a lot of disappointment at being alone.

He shouldn’t ask for more.

He was getting plenty.

Right here. Right now.

Joe pulled a blanket of appreciation all the way over himself, and he felt full. Logically understood he wouldn’t have it forever, so he best really focus on the right here and the right now, and push any other thoughts aside.

He tried to focus on every part of your body that touched parts of his body until he located your heartbeat, and then focussed on that until he fell asleep again.

When he woke up about 45 minutes later, it was to your fingers lightly stroking his face that slowly tickled him awake.

You trailed a finger tip down his nose and when you pulled away, Joe tipped his head back a little, chasing your touch. It drew your eye to a little red patch underneath his chin.

“You’ve got a…” you started, voice barely there, throat full of sleep still. Joe felt how you scratched at his skin a little, and stuck his chin out more to help give you a better look.

“Does this hurt?” you asked all innocently before pressing a sharp nail into the soft flesh just past his jawline.

“Ow,” Joe cried, flinching away into his pillow more, immediately far more awake than he wanted to be. “Jesus Christ, good morning, what the...” Joe huffed a laugh, and you hid your face into his armpit to hide your own smile.

Just for a second.

When you moved your head back onto his chest, Joe rubbed at where you poked him.

“You’ve got an ingrown hair,” you used a finger to move his aside and pulled the skin taught for a better look. Joe’s hand moved to hold you by the wrist, making sure he could pull you away the second you’d try some of that bullshit again.

But instead, you took hold of his chin and moved his head to the side, inspecting the whole area closely.

Your intense attention made Joe grow shy, and you saw how a blush crept up his neck from up close. He tried to brave through, tried his best to not tuck his chin in and trap your fingers there.

But then you did it for him, moved his face by the chin and let your eyes trail up his jaw, over his sideburns and up into his hair.

Joe felt a little timid, not sure if he was mentally even fully awake yet, face heating up under your soft gaze.

He realised you’d never done this before. Usually, when you’d wake up next to each other, you’d blink your bleary eyes, have a look around his bedroom and get up and out. Leave his room without another word shared. Leave him alone, all by himself. This was the first time you’d stayed in his bed a little longer. Lazed around and woke up slow.

It was nice.

Your chin pressed into his chest felt nice.

The weight of your thigh that rested over his hip felt nice.

All this innocent soft attention in your shared warmth felt nice.

“Hmm, you’re so warm,” Joe whispered, because you were, and it felt nice.

It was all so nice.

Your eyes roaming his features was maybe a bit much, seeing as you were quite literally able to count his pores, you were so close.

But it was still nice.

You’d created this bubble of blissful contentment together and Joe let himself drown into the right here and right now of it all.

Joe loved it in the bubble.

Would trap you in this bubble with him forever, if he could.

But his cheeks were blushing so hard, and he stared up at the ceiling in hopes of making it stop. In your next move, you let go of his chin and raised a hand up to his hair where three fingers disappeared into his hairline for a second.

Just for a literal second, though.

“You need to wash your hair.” you said dryly and moved to sit up.

Joe groaned a little.

You’d popped the bubble.

Just like that.

It was like reality got shoved right into his face as you sat up and he almost went and pulled right back in. Right back into his chest, into that bubble, where everything sparkled, and tingled, and went fuzzy around the edges.

But alas. You were already gone.

When you later met in your living area, everything was sort of back to normal. All casual. Like you hadn’t just spent another night wrapped up in bed together, parts of bodies close to other parts of bodies that they had no right being so close to.

You were flatmates, for fuck’s sake.

And sure, you were a different kind of flatmate to each other than your average run-of-the-mill flatmate. But still, how were you only just flatmates to each other still?

No lingering awkwardness.

Never an embarrassing moment.

Just a, “We’re out of dishwasher tablets,” as you grabbed the last one and showed him the empty cardboard box.

Followed by a, “Do you want some coffee?” and a neutral face thrown his way.

Like you were talking to your mum.

“Yea,” Joe answered, and tried showing as much indifference as he could in return. “Coffee sounds lovely.”

And that was that. Once again. Just flatmates.

Joe pretended all was fine. Pretended it was fine how you never talked about any of it.

He didn’t really have the right to complain, he thought. Because he still got to reach hands across and squeeze your arm in thanks when you passed him a drink, and you weren’t weirded out by that.

He still got to sometimes come home and see your charming little pouty face and know he’d get to hug you all night long, and you didn’t deny him the snuggles.

And still, if it got really bad, you’d cry and he’d find you and comfort you until you stopped crying, and then he’d make a stupid joke and you’d laugh and, are you fucking joking, he’d be left on cloud nine for a days.

To be able to get you from tears into giggles with just a couple of wrapping arms, and stroking hands, and silly comments?

Did you even know what that did to him?

Joe thought he’d gotten a weird sort of sixth sense for it now. He could snuff out your mood just from the sounds of how you’d walk in after work. Knew exactly what the evening was going to look like from the way that you were breathing. Could sniff it out like a bloodhound, he was that tuned in.

Unhealthy?

Maybe.

But he loved it too much to really do anything about it.

Even when you started pulling away a little again, like you’d done before. Would walk in sort of happy and pleased and would just make yourself a large salad for dinner before you’d go for a quick drink with friends.

It sent him down that same fucking spiral.

Why was he upset his flatmate was no longer upset so often?

How in the world was he even going to begin to unpack that?

Joe didn’t want to admit to anything, because you didn’t talk about anything, but it affected him plenty. He still got to squeeze your shoulder, and poke you in the side, and sometimes massage a socked foot when you did end up on the sofa together, but... fuck it. Joe wanted your body pressed all up against his, every night, and if he had it his way, not just on the sofa but then also in his bed right after.

He let it build.

He let it build up far too high until, one strange afternoon, it all tumbled down.

He’d been moping around since earlier that morning. Had to get some work done but just grew more and more annoyed and he didn’t really know how to articulate what it was. Was it you? Or was it him? Or was it something else entirely, and was this just easier to be upset with because it was on his mind so often?

He kind of didn’t even want to figure it out.

Just wanted to be annoyed.

And then you’d walked in, and he could hear. He frowned and listened and... yep. That sounded just about right.

Joe was stood in the kitchen when you stepped into the room and for a moment, you just looked at each other.

You expected things to go how they usually went when you walked in the way you’d just done.

If Joe was in, he’d find you and hold your face to make you look at how he empathetically mimicked your pout and knitted eyebrows before he hugged you tight and whispered all sorts of things about pizza toppings into your ear.

If Joe was in, he never even needed to take a proper look at you to know you’d needed tending to. Which is what he’d then always do.

He’d find you, and tend to you until you no longer needed tending to, and yet, now...

Now, he wasn’t really doing anything.

And you never talked.

But, then... now what?

Joe just looked at you, leant into his shoulders as his hands rested on the black shiny countertop of the island and seemed irritated.

Kind of angry.

This was new.

Different.

Needed different approach.

So...

“You all right?”

For a moment you thought that maybe Joe was mad with you, with the way his face read thunder as he took a moment to answer that question. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

But then he sighed, and his expression softened slightly before he shrugged and answered, “Define all right.”

“Cool, me neither. Come sit.”

For a split second, Joe thought, no. Let’s keep distance and talk for a change.

But before he even knew it, his legs were carrying him over to the sofa where you waited for him to sit down first, which he then simply just did.

Joe let himself fall back into the sofa and kept his arms slightly open, knowing you were likely going to drop down right next to him.

But you didn’t want to just let Joe hug you, this time.

Joe looked like he needed to be hugged himself just as much.

Maybe even more than you, you thought.

So instead, you climbed onto the sofa feet first, sat down next to him but faced into him, and draped both arms around his neck, pushing your cheek against his in a tight hug. Your knees dug into the back of the sofa a little uncomfortably, and it was like Joe could tell, because he shimmied a little until you both sighed and sagged into each other.

You felt Joe hug you back, arms around your waist and flat palms spread around your sides. It almost felt like his arms looped around you twice as he pulled you tightly into him.

It was wild how Joe could feel his bad mood drain from his body, and he wondered if this was how you always felt. If Joe’s embraces did the same to you.

You sat like that for a while, sometimes unsticking cheek from cheek to find a better bit of skin to press your face into.

You sat like that until Joe felt his annoyance make way for something else to shine through.

This would usually be the moment he’d make a joke. A little comment that would make you laugh, even if you didn’t want to and tried to hide it, but Joe could always feel how the muscles in your stomach tensed in his small moment of victory.

Not this time.

And it was silly, because you were waiting for it too.

For Joe to make light of something heavy. Because he was so good at making light of all things heavy.

But nothing really came.

You felt how Joe moved his face down and found the crook of your neck to bury his nose into. Maybe he was actually crying. You weren’t sure. But just in case, you used soothing fingers to swipe across his shoulders, across where they could reach, and you felt Joe’d head grow heavier as he relaxed more.

“Better?” you asked softly, and Joe just hummed in confirmation.

Something euphoric bubbled up inside you.

Success.

Then Joe moved his head up and you thought it was maybe to press it against the side of yours once again, but instead he got it right in front of yours and let your foreheads touch. Let your noses bump.

You weren’t sure what happened between the surge of elation and your noses touching, but suddenly, you kind of felt like crying again. Felt the dark mood you’d been in when you walked in a little earlier return.

But it didn’t feel like this moment was really about you, for once.

So you just... stayed there. Stayed put. Kept your eyes closed, and let your noses touch, and hoped that whatever you were doing was at least making Joe feel better.

“Is this helping?” you whispered, and Joe felt it against his mouth.

In turn, he sighed, and you felt that against yours before he answered, “Yea.”

His arms squeezed tighter and you tried thinking of a time where you’d been closer than this. If this counted as the closest you’d ever been.

And then you felt his nose run up along the side of yours before moving down the other side of it and, probably. This was probably the closest you’d ever been.

“Yea,” he said again, and then followed it up with, “You’re not going anywhere.”

The slightly higher pitch of his voice made Joe sound like he was crying. You checked, kind of had to check, and moved back slightly to have a look.

But he wasn’t crying. Seemed wildly wrecked in a different way. One slightly foreign to you. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, because, what did he mean, ‘you’re not going anywhere’?

You weren’t going anywhere.

You never did.

You shared a flat together and you were always there.

Joe saw how you tried to make sense of his words in real time, up close, and it made sense to him that you didn’t immediately get it. You never used actual words together. Of course this was going to take you a second. He understood. But still. It was fucking annoying that you didn’t.

Joe had to look away for a second, to stare at the wall on the other side of the room as he leant back into the sofa more, arms sliding down your back as he did.

With his head tilted back onto the backrest, he carefully started, “You know…” and then took another moment to think. Because, what did you know?

You waited, mostly because you were unsure of what else to do.

You and Joe didn’t talk. Didn’t ask questions. Just... you just were. Were how you were.

So you waited, and saw Joe’s eyes wander down to the collar of your top where he took one of the unbuttoned buttons in between his fingers to play with.

“I don’t think I can… I might not have the strength,”

Never talking also meant you’d not practiced listening. And Joe made listening difficult, because as he fidgeted with your collar, you couldn’t help your eyes from drifting to a bicep. You concluded his top was too tight around the arms, and let your eyes linger there, because it looked nice.

A flex of the muscle brought you back to him.

For a small moment, you made eye-contact and you realised you were too close.

“When are you going to… when will you see it?” Joe pressed, ducking his head to force eye-contact as you tried moving back a little. His voice remained soft, words almost cautious as they found your ears.

You didn’t really have a response.

“I’m not…” you began, thinking you’d find out what exactly you weren’t along the way, but you faltered.

You had no idea what you weren’t. Had no idea what to say.

“I’m not…” you tried again.

Still didn’t get any further. Not good with words, you thought to yourself. Why was Joe making you talk?

You never talked.

But Joe waited, just like you’d waited for him before. Gave you time to find the right way to articulate whatever was going on inside your mind.

And he shouldn’t have.

You suddenly inhaled sharply and created more distance between the two of you as you said, “I’m not really hungry.”

“I–... what?”

You got up from the sofa.

“If you want a pizza, you’re going to have to eat the whole thing yourself I’m afraid. I think we’ve got some– yea, there’s at least two in the freezer still,”

“But–...”

You were already on your way to show him.

“Tandoori chicken and, um, one with mushrooms, I think, I got them last week, unless you’ve already had them, they should be in there...”

Joe couldn’t fucking believe it.

You were... you were being awkward.

Being all weird.

Had he made things awkward and weird? By talking?

Surely, that couldn’t be the case.

He watched you nervously fight with a freezer drawer that didn’t seem to want to budge for a second, until it did, and you yanked it all the way out. Made it clatter against the tiles.

Oh, it was absolutely the case.

“Fuck– sorry,” you near-violently shoved it back into its slot, and the sound of plastic sliding across ice made his skin crawl.

“Hey,” Joe was already up on his feet.

“Yea, see? Chicken and garlic mushroom, you can have–”

“Hey, hey, stop.” Joe rounded the island, got you by the arms and turned you away from the freezer.

“If you want–”

“I said, stop.”

You then did stop. Let Joe close the freezer door as you closed your eyes and exhaled through flared nostrils.

Joe studied your face, confused and worried by what the fuck had just happened. How you’d gone from lovingly embracing each other on the sofa until you’d both left each other’s shapes across your fronts like you were memory foam, to suddenly this weird, embarrassing, panicky state in the kitchen.

Words.

“It’s okay if you don’t–” Joe started, wanting to tell you it was fine if you didn’t want to talk, but this time you cut him off. Said, “Joe, please,” in a wobbly voice, because you did want what Joe meant earlier. You did see it. Did want that.

But you were flatmates.

Joe moved his hands and cupped your face.

It made you open your eyes and you immediately wished you hadn’t.

His eyes were so fucking expressive, they kind of bore all.

It was weird to want to look away just as much as you wanted to keep this connection with him, and you moved your hands to hold onto his wrists so that, even if you did end up looking away, he at least wouldn’t let go of you.

You watched his eyes flick between yours before they flicked down at your mouth.

It made you do the same, and, shit.

No.

You were flatmates.

But then Joe leant a little closer, and you didn’t move away. Did the opposite in fact.

Joe let your foreheads touch once more, and allowed the two of you to be close again.

You were the worst at talking.

Never talked.

But, fuck, you were so good at being close.

Joe knew that he was going to have to let everything else do the talking. Like it had always done, up until now. He just... he needed to articulate a little clearer, that was all.

You lifted your chin slightly, just enough to nuzzle. To press your nose against his and for a brief moment, you moved like you were kissing, but your lips didn’t touch.

“Joe,” you breathed, sounding unsure, and Joe stilled for a second. “We’re flatmates.”

And God, if that same exact thought hadn’t kept him from ever moving past where you were right this second.

“Yea,” he agreed in a whisper.

You were flatmates.

But then you let a hand move up to his neck, and Joe copied the move. Got you by the base of the skull and tested to see if he could guide you to tip your head the way he wanted it to tip.

You easily let him.

Lips brushed. Only briefly. No one flinched or moved back, and Joe hovered right in front until he felt your fingers pull him closer.

“But we’re close.”

the end

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dirtybitfic · 5 months

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ROAD TRIP PT.2

(Touching , teasing ,dirty talk , dom-Matt, smutt , chocking,slapping,use of names like ma,mama,slut,daddy)

(Playing in the background of this scene)

“If I touch you will you will you be a good girl and stay quite for me”

“Ye-yes Matt I promise”

Good girl now spread your legs for me

I spread my legs as side as they would go giving him access to my soaked core that was just begging for him to touch it.

Good girl Fuck your wet

Ma-Matt what if someone sees you

We’re on backroads going 60 I don’t think anyone is gonna be paying that much attention if they pass us

Yeah I guess your right

Take your thing off for me

Oh-okay

I was even more scared now that someone would see me fully bare for him spread out like this but honestly I wanted him to touch me more.

Good girl Fuck do you always get that wet ma

I umm idk

Fuck your so gorgeous

As much as I’m loving this you have to keep your eyes on the road

He looks at me once more before turning his attention to the road as he moves his slender fingers to my clit rubbing small circles

F-Fuck Matt mmmh

That feel good ma

Yes Matt Fuck

He inserts two fingers in me causing me to gasp

Oh f-Fuck Matt feels so good

Such a good girl for me letting me touch you like this

Mmm Fuck Matt I’m gonna cum

Yeah you wanna cum mama

Yes Fuck oh I wanna cum so bad

Beg for it

He says as he curls his fingers and starts moving his hand faster making me get even closer to my orgasm.

F FUCK MATT PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM

Fuck you sound so hot when you beg so pathetically cum in my fingers mama

FU-FUCK MATT IM GONNA CUM

Come on ma give it to me I wanna hear your pretty cries as you cum on my fingers

FUCK M-MATT IM CUMMING MMMM FUCK FUCK

That’s it good fucking girl

Jesus Fuck Matt I said gripping his arm so he would stop thrusting them into me .

God he was so fingers I can’t even imagine how good he is with his mouth and dick but I hope I find out.

He pulls his fingers out of me and put them r his mouth and sucks my juices off of them causing me to moan it was just so fucking hot

Mmm your so sweet god if we weren’t in the car I’d be devouring that Pussy right now

Oh really what else would you be doing to me if we weren’t in this car. I said seductively

Mmm your just gonna have to wait to find out

Fuck . How long do we have left

About uhhhh 15 hours.

What the fuck you know I actually really hate road trips. We should have flown there

Aww but then we wouldn’t have all this alone time

Yeah true but maybe these 15 hours will go by REALlyyy quicklyyy

Yeahhhh it definitely won’t feel like an eternity . He says smiling at me making me smile.

Are we planning on stopping to sleep for the night or are we just gonna drive all the way there

No we’re stopping in about an hour since it’s getting late I found a stop where you can park over night and we’ll sleep there

Okay

Started playing as we sat in comfortable silence after I got my underwear back on and sat back with Matt’s hand rubbing small circles on my thigh.

The hour went by fast and we reached the stop no one else was there which surprisingly I was happy about made me feel a little safer about sleeping there.

Me and Matt ran into the bathroom area to brush our teeth and go to the bathroom before we headed back to the car to start getting ready to go to bed . Matt put the back seats down and he

Laid out the blankets and pillows he brought so we would sleep more comfortably.

Alright ready to go to sleep I’m exhausted?

Yeah I’m fucking tired

It was about 1 am at this point and I could feel my eyes getting heavy I know he must be tired from driving so long..

Can we cuddle I’m a little creeped out right now

Of course gorgeous and yeah I’m a little creeped out too

Matt cuddles into me . Me being small spoon his being big .

Goodnight y/n

Goodnight Matt

We bought dozed off pretty quickly since we were so tired.

-skip 8 hours of sleep

I woke up and was blinded by the sun I looked over at Matt I guess we moved around in our sleep since Matt was sprawled out with his arms over his head and his face was facing me but he looked so fucking hot he was shirtless and I could see his cut v-line making my mouth water. I also couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked as he slept peacefully. Today I’ll be driving the rest of the 15 hours we have left to be honest i’m dreading it but it’s only fair since he drove all day yesterday. I looked for my phone so I could check what time it was when my phone load up I saw it. It was about 12 in the afternoon. I didn’t think we’d sleep for that long, but I’m not mad about it. We needed good rest for getting through the rest of this road trip. I decided to wake up mad because I really had to pee and I didn’t wanna go alone.

Hey Matt wake up I gotta pee

Hmm what he said in a husky morning voice making my stomach tumble and my pussy to flutter .

I said wake up I gotta pee

God what time is it

Twelve

Dayummm we got some good sleep let me put my shirt on then we can go to the bathrooms

Okay . I usually sleep with no pants but it got so cold in here last night I had to wear some

He put his shirt on and we got out of the car locking it and heading to the bathrooms .

I went pee ran some cold water over my face and then walked out meeting Matt . As we were heading back to the car Matt went to the drivers seat .

Matt wait I’m driving today

No no it’s fine I want to drive

Are you sure I can drive you don’t have to ! You drive the whole day yesterday

No I promise I’m good to drive just sit and relax

Alright I mean I’m not complaining but just let me know if you get tired and wanna switch

I will now get in we got a long road ahead of us

Ugh let’s get these 15 hours over with

We started driving as we listened to frank ocean, kid cudi, Mac miller and the killers.

So uh what you feeling today

What do you mean

Like uh feeling frisky like yesterday or

Not right now no why

No reason just asking

Hmm okayyy

So do you wanna just chill when we get to the cabin . We could just unpack settle in and make a fire and watch some movies

Yeah that sounds good to me I mean we have three weeks to do shit there so you know we don’t have to go crazy our first night or even our second night

Alright yeah let’s lay low tonight and tomorrow we are gonna have to get dinner though and stop by the store for some groceries at some point

True I’ll look for a place to eat when we get close and we can just stop in our way in

Sounds good but uh anything sound good for lunch

Yeah I kinda really what chick fil a

Okay I’ll put in a stop on directions for the next one

Okay also how does Italian sounds for dinner

That’s sounds great to me

Okay cool I’ll call real quick to make sure we won’t need a reservation

*Call to restaurant*

Okay we don’t need to make a reservation we’re good

Alright sounds good

I cant stop looking at Matt he’s just so mesmerizing his hair is so fluffy his eyes are so blue his lips are so pink and perfect I just want to his him and his neck is just mmm god I wanna put hickeys all over it every-time he swallows my stomach flutters a little the way his Addams apple bobs makes me hot idk why but I’m weirdly attracted to prominent Adams apples just something about em you know.

Hey you good

What oh oh yeah sorry

Your good you were just staring really hard at my neck so I wanted to make sure you were good

Oh yeah sorry I was just looking at your adams apple

What why hahah

I don’t know I just think they are hot

Oh really he says with a smirk

Yeah idk why but I do

Interesting

I just laughed a little at his confused but intrigued face.

Matt tells me we’re getting off on the next exit for chick fill a so I went ahead and places a mobile order for us so we could get in and out quickly.

We got our food and kept on driving .

Damn I didn’t realize how hungry I really was

Yeah you demolished that shit

Yeah I know I’m shocked I’ve never finished a meal that fast

Real

I smiled at him and started playing one of our favorite songs and we started singing along to Justin’s verse since it’s the best part.

So uhh I was thinkin

Okay what about

Just how wet for me you were yesterday

Oh uh ye-yeah

Have you ever you know thought about me doing stuff like that to you before

Oh uhhh yeah I guess yeah

How much

Umm a lot I guess

Oh really any of those times been when I’m with you

I mean yeah I guess you know sometimes when I sit on your lap at party’s or when you look at me a specific way or even at sleepovers when we share a bad

Mmmm he says in a thinking tone

Why have you thought about me like this before

Oh trust me over done more than just think about it

Ohhh so you touch yourself and think of me is what your saying

No what I’m saying is the thoughts I have if you are the reason I touch myself

Mmm that’s hot

Really

Yeah

Oh well then

You remember that guy James who I had a little thing with a couple months ago

Yeah why?

You wanna know the reason we broke it off

Yeah i guess

I accidentally moaned your name instead of his when he was Fucking me and might I say he was doing a really bad job

Holy shit that’s funny you did nottt

Yep I sure did and he got so mad he slapped me and told me to never talk to him again

Damn

Yeah I thought it was pretty funny if I don’t say so my self

No yeah that’s fucking funny but also really hot to know you were thinking of me when another guy was fucking you

Oh yeah

Yeah

Hmm

Hmmm

I also have a dildo I pretend is you sometimes

Oh fuck

That caused Matt to shift in his seat and I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants.

Ooh someone is getting a lil excited

Oh shut up it’s you fault

So if it’s my fault I should probably fix it huh

Oh yeah I mean idk road head seems pretty dangerous

Yeah but I would make you feel so good I say as I run my hand over his bulge causing his breathe to hitch.

Oh Fuck okay fine

I smile as I unbuckle and bend over the middle console and untie his sweats and pull them down till his dick pops out and FUCK ME ITS BIIIIIIG.

LIKE BIIIIIIG BIIIG.

I kinda had a feeling he was big but god damn this is more than I imagined .

Fuck Matt your huge

Well are you gonna sit and stare or are you gonna be a good girl and fucking suck it

Mmm idk I might sit here and stare for a bit

I said laughing a little afterwards at his reaction he gave me a death stare and tightened his hands in the wheel.

I slowly bring my mouth down to his tip and kiss it causing Matt’s breathe to hitch I slowly bring his dick into my mouth and fuck my life I’m already gagging on not even half of him he’s so thick that my mouth feels like it’s slowly tearing at the sides but I power through. I start bobbing my head on what’s in my mouth and bringing my hand s down in what I can’t fit. I gagging and drooling all over his dick as I suck faster and harder causing Matt to let out small whimpers and moans that are driving me crazy.

Come on ma I know you can take more in your mouth

I shook my head no at him there is no way I can fit more .

Yes you fucking can if you won’t do it I’ll make you

I pull my head off him for a second so I can talk

Don’t you fucking dare push my head down Mathew or I swear to god

I go back down to sucking him in running my tongue across the vain on the bottom when all the sudden he starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and choke .

Tears are streaming down my face and grab his thigh trying to stop him from thrusting into me but he didn’t budge instead he grabs my hair and forces me to hold my head onto him while he thrusts deeper causing me to deep throat at-least half of him .

Mmmm you look so hot struggling on my dick ma

His words cause me to moan and suck harder bringing him closer to finishing.

Fuckk ma your so fucking good taking me like a good girl

I moan again and feel his hips stutter and his dick twitch in my mouth he lets go of my head letting me come up I start sucking on his tip causing him to moan loudly he sounds so hot that it makes me moan around him . The vibrations from my moan send him over the edge as he came in my mouth.

I swallow but continue sucking him having a newfound confidence I take him down my throat.

FUCK Y/n st-stop I already c-came ma

I come up from him with a smile on my face proud of the work I just did .

God your so fucking beautiful ,all fucked out from ducking my dick

Mmm yeah yeah but seriously Matt your huge my jaw hurts so bad right now

Ehh you’ll be fine drama queen

Fuck you

Oh trust me you will

No way that’s fitting in me

Oh really

Mhm I haven’t had sex in like a year and a half it’s gonna take a lot of 4 play to even get that shit in

Well lucky for you I love 4play I’ll make you cum so many times it’ll slide right in

Oh yeahhh okay Matt whatever you say

What don’t believe me

No guy has made me cum even once so have fun trying to do it multiple times

Seriously no one made you cum even once what the fuck

Nope

Have they even tried

Yeah until they get bored and stop or they just cum to quickly and Don’t even try to make me cum after most guys just care about them cumming and not me

Well don’t worry I’m not like that at all

Oh really and what makes you so different

I thrive off making a girl cum and I last pretty long so

Oh yeah and what’s “long “ to you

2 hours sometimes three

Damn

What haha

Nothing that’s just a long time

Yeah but at-least it means I’m not cumming in 10 and leaving you laying there wanting more

Yeah I guess that’s true I don’t think I’ve had sex longer than 30 minutes

Really?

Yeah like I said most guys don’t last very long

Hmm maybe your Pussy is just so good they can’t help themselves

Oh yeah for sure that’s it

We both laughed and I turned up the song that’s started playing.

God I love this song

Yeah it’s good I’ve heard you okay it a couple times

Yeah it’s my hyper fixation song right now

What makes you like it so much

Well I love background beat it just makes you wanna sway around you know how I love making a whole movie scene in my head to songs

Yeah and I love hearing about em

Really you do

Yeah what’s yours for this song

Well It feels kinda like a Halloween song with the background music so I envision a girl in the woods like a party in the woods with rave lights and stars and the moon shining and she’s just standing around in a crowed of people dancing by a fire pit and she just swaying her hips running her hands over her body and then a guy walks up to her and asks if he can dance with her and she says yes cause he’s like the most beautiful guy she’s ever seen so she turns around and they sway together and he runs his hands over her sides and up to her neck making her arch her head into his chest kinda like in the crook of his neck as he whispers things into her ear.

Wow you make all this up in your head to a 2 minute song

Yeah I’m very imaginative

You don’t say but you really set the scene I could see it playing in my head as you explained

Good I’m glad I explained it well

Oh yeah perfectly explained

We both smiled at each other I started to feel like I had to pee so I told him and he said he looks for the next stop we only had about 5 hours left of our drive which was exciting.

We stopped to pee then got back on the road

Okay let’s make a list of things we need from the store

Okay ummm we’ll need stuff to cook for breakfast

Okay maybe some pancake mix and chocolate chips , bacon , fruit, some chips , hot chocolate mix and coffee, some type of sodas and then we can figure out some stuff that we can cook for dinner a couple nights .

Sounds good to me

Alright got a list well go after dinner yeah

Yep sounds good

I decided to take a nap the rest of the drive

I got woken up by a light tapping on my cheek

Hey y/n wake up we’re at the restaurant

Hmmm what

We’re at the restaurant sweetheart

Oh okay let me out my shoes on

Yeah your gonna want to out on a jacket to it’s snowing

Ugh already

Yeah but it looks so pretty

I got my shoes on and we went in and got sat at our table.

We ate our food pretty fast since we haven’t eaten anything but snacks in the car

We got back in the car and went to the store to get all the shut we needed which was a lot just incase we got snowed in for a couple days.

We reached the Airbnb after about a 30 minute ride.

We got out and started unloading or stuff we started unpacking the groceries into the fridge and I couldn’t help but get distracted by the kitchen it was literally like my dream kitchen.

I decided to go check out the rest of the house since Matt said he got the bags and didn’t want me to get covered in snow.

The staircase was even fucking cool. I kept going up until I reached the second floor there was a small room to the left and then two big doors at the end I guessed it was the master room and walked in .

What the fuck first it’s huge and the bed is right by the window making it feel cozy but dark.

I take a look around and look for the place to put unpack my clothes. I didn’t see a dresser so I took that as there has to be a closet . I look to the left and see a big door guessing it’s either the bathroom or closet . I go to open it and wow .

Just wow I mean it’s amazing how they designed this place .

I cant wait to shower in there honestly it’s cool asf.

I go back out so I can actually find the closet when I hear Matt call my name .

Y/N YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS.

COMING. WAIT WHERE ARE YOU.

THE BASEMENT LEVEL

OKAY IM COMING

I ran back down the stairs as fast as I could

When I reached the basement level I called for Matt

IM IN HERE ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HALL

OKAY IM COMING

I followed where he said he was and…

OMG coolest shit I’ve ever seen i audibly gasped

This is so fucking COOL

I know right he says smirking at me

matt came around me hugging me from the back holding tightly

Matt.. what are you doing

nooooothingggg

all the sudden he picked me up I knew damn well what he was going to do

MATHEW BERNARD I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU THR-

all the sudden im submerged into the warm water mind you FULLY FUCKING CLOTHED

I come up to the surface couching then glaring at matt

MATT WHAT THE FUCK

YOU USED MY MIDDLE NAME THATS WHAT YOU GET

I got an idea I smiled up at him swimming to the edge

can you at least help me out of here

yeah fine he says putting his hand out to me I reach and then yank on it pulling him in

I laugh to myself as I watch him flip into the water

he comes up for air coughing

OH YOUR DEAD

OH YEAH COME GET ME THEN

I said starting to swim way from him to the other end only to get pulled back by my foot

your not getting away that easily princess

the name giving me butterflies as he pulls me into him .

matt let go

mmm no

ugh I huff out trying to get out of his grip

starting to regret your decisions hmm

nope

well your about to he says before yanking my shirt over my head exposing my tits to him.

fuck mama your tits are so nice

oh shut up suddenly he starts sucking on my left nipple sending my head back and a moan slips out of my mouth.

he keeps sucking then moving to my right sucking and biting at it making me a moaning mess. he moves to by neck sucking harshly definitely leaving marks.

mmm fuck matt

yeah you like when I leave marks on you

mhm I whine out as I shake my head yes

he kisses up to my ear then slightly nipping at my earlobe he doesn't know but I love that shit .

I wrap my arms around his neck as I move my legs to wrap around his waist.

matt I whine out as he continues leaving marks all over my neck

he kisses up to my face and then harshly kisses me . God his lips feel so perfect on mine

I move my hands down his chest and start pulling his shirt up he disconnects our lips so I can fully pull his shirt over his head.

He comes back into the kiss and I run my nails down his torso causing him to groan into my mouth.

He moves his hands down my back to grab my ass causing me to moan into the kiss. he moves his hand to the waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down so drop my legs from around him to make it easier.

Once they are off I move my hands down to his waistband and start pulling his pants off as he helps by stepping out of them both of us left in our underwear.

lets take this up to the room mama

okay

We both swim to the stairs and start stepping out immediately being hit with cold air my nipples and boobs hardening more than I thought was possible .

I start shivering and matt notices so he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder as he starts making his way to the stairs leading back upstairs.

matt I say giggling as my body sways over his back

put me down

oh I will in a minute don't worry he says as he slaps my ass

I moan as we reach the top of the stairs and he starts walking to the room.

we enter and he throws me down onto the bed

he immediately rips my underwear off causing me to gasp.

he moves his fingers through my slit

Fuck ma your soaked

mmmm I moan out from his fingers grazing me and his words

he pushes two fingers into me causing my hand to grasp at his bicep and a load moan to escape my mouth

you sound so pretty when you moan for me ma

f-fuck matt feels so good

mmm yeah you like when my fingers are in you don't you

y-yes matt fuck

he starts thrusting them in and out faster as he moved his face in-between my legs and start sucking on my clit

FUCK MATT OH M-MY GOD

he starts sucking my clit harder as he curls his fingers hitting the perfect spot

F-FUCK MATT JUST LIKE THAT FUCK IM GONNA CUM

your gonna have to ask for permission to cum

mmm matt fuck please please

please what slut

FUCK PLEASE CAN I CUM PLEASE PLEASE

fuck you sounds so hot when you beg but yeah ma cum all over my face

F-FUCK MATT IM CUMMING MMMM MY G-GOD

good fucking girl that's it

fuck fuck I say as I come down from my high

he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth sucking my juices off.

fuck that's hot

oh yeah? he says with a smirk

mhm I say smirking back

you know what would be even hotter

what

you calling me daddy

oh uuuuuh idk ive never really done that before

do you wanna make me happy

more than anything

then call me daddy

okay Fine ill do it

good girl he says as he grabs me by the throat bringing me into a heated wet kiss

I moan into the kiss as his other hand goes down to remove his boxers

he pulls away as he spits down onto his dick and fuck me something about it made me moan it was just so hot

you like watching me spit on my cock ma

mhm I whimper looking into his eyes

he starts to line his tip to my soaked entrance

he slowly pushes into me causing me to wince at the way he's stretching me

you okay mama he asks slightly concerned im guessing my face was showing my discomfort

mhm yeah your just stretching me the fuck out

I know ma im sorry but don't worry you'll be okay in a second

mhm I know you can keep moving

he starts pushing in more of his length causing me to whimper

fuckkk your so fucking tight

mmm fuck matt

you doing okay ma that's only half

fuck that's only half I whimper out

he chuckles out a yeah

fuck just go all the way in

are you sure

yeah -yeah ill be okay

he pushes all the way in causing a whimpery cry to escape my mouth

ive never had a guy stretch me out this much im not so used to the feeling

fuck ma your squeezing me so tight

mm fuck your so big matt

let me know when I can move

o-okay you can move

he starts slowly thrusting in and out the stretching sensation slowly going away as it morphs into pure pleasure

F-fuck your taking me so well

f-fuck matt go faster

mmm no im not going faster until I hear the word daddy leave your mouth

f-fuck daddy please go faster

good fucking girl he says as he grabs my neck and spreads up his thrusts.

MMM FUCK DADDY YOUR S-SO DEEP

yeah fuck your so fucking wet for me

F-FUCK MATT IM ALREADY SO CLOSE

yeah you wanna fucking cum

fu-fuck yes pl-please

beg for it he says gripping my throat harder

p-PLEASE DADDY FUCK CAN I CUM

yes slut you can cum cover my fucking cock

my legs start shaking as I inch closer to my orgasm

F-FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM

come on ma give it to me he says as he bring one hand down and starts rubbing my clit

FUCK OH MY GOD DA-DADDYYY

I scream out as I cum all over his dick

that's a good girl summing all over my cock fuck squeezing me so hard

f-fuck matt i moan as I come down from my high as he keeps fucking into me .

I start to become overstimulated from my two orgasms ive already had

f-fuck s-slow down I c-cant take it

no slut I know you fucking can now spread your legs wider

f-fuck I c-cant its to much

I wasn't fucking asking now either you do it or I do it for you he says as he slaps me across the face

I whimper as I spread my legs wider for him and move my hands to his back as he fucks into me faster

good girl your listening so well

FUCK your s-so fucking deep I c-cant take it I say as I move my hands to his hips to try and push him out

oh no no keep your fucking hands down

matt I cant take it I say as tears stream down my face from how deep he's hitting sending me even more overstimulated

he pulls out as he garbs my hair tightly causing me to whine

turn over ass up . now.

mmm no I cant

no? okay fine ill do it then he says as he grabs my hips flipping me then forcing me down by by my back to arch for him

he thrusts back in now going hard and rough hitting so deeply my legs shake and I cant stop the moans from escaping me

FUCK DADDY OH-M-MY GOD I CANT I say reaching back trying to push him out . he harshly grabs my arms holding them behind my back before he leans down to my ear.

keep your hands to . your. self im not gonna fucking tell you again he says dominantly as he slaps my ass hard causing me to buck and whine he does it 5 more times before running his hand over the hand mark soothing it.

F-FUCK DADDY OH MY GOD IM GONNA CUM

yeah you gonna cum all over my cock

yes GOD YES FUCK

give it to me mama come on

oh fuck FUCK FUCK JESUS I scream as I cum undone

good girl that's it awww look at you shaking and squirming

JESUS MATT PLEASE I CANT TAKE ANYMORE

he pulls out of me as I flop down onto my stomach ad flip over to look at his as tears stream down my face as my legs shake uncontrollably

your doing so good for me such a good girl he says stroking my face softly as I catch my breath.

he shoves two fingers into me causing me to gasp he curls them and moves them at a fast pace at this point im squirming and writhing underneath him I move my hands to his wrists begging him to stop

he grabs my arms and holds them above me as I scream moan as I feel a new high coming on

fuck you hear how wet you are for me

mhm MHMMMM FUCK DADDY

you gonna squirt for me mama I know you are I can feel you pushing into my fingers

FUCK MATT OH MY GOD I scream out as I feel my juices leaking out of me and spraying out onto the bed and matt

fuckkk good girl that's it

I start trying to move away from his hand kicking my legs becoming so overstimulated I wanna cry its painful but in a good way.

he lays down and pulls me onto his lap as he kisses me deep and possessively.

I grind down on his hard dick causing me to squirm from it rubbing my swollen and sensitive clit.

your gonna ride me baby think you can handle that

I-ill t-try

good girl lift your hips for me

I do as he says. He lines himself up to my whole and helps me sink down .

I start to try and bounce the best I can since my legs are still shaking pretty bad he helps as he keeps a firm grip on my hips lifting me up and down onto him.

fuckkkk you look so fucking hot onto of me

fuck matt m-my legs are so t-tired I c-cant

he wraps his arms around me and brings my chest to his and starts pounding into me from underneath hitting a spot that has me screaming for him

MATT MATT OH MY GOD

god- your doing so good taking me so well

I tighten around him as I squirt all over his cock and the bed

fucking shit such a good girl he says as I shake onto of him

f-fuck matt im so o-overstimulated I ca-cant take anymore

come here its okay mama ill give you a minute to calm down

I lay on his chest with his dick still in me as he rubs my back softly

I slowly start to calm down as I feel my pussy pulse around him as I start to crave him again.

you wanna flip back over baby ill go easy on you I promise

ye-yeah but I want it rough matt

are you sure I don't actually want to hurt you

I promise ill be okay so what if I won't be able to walk tomorrow its not like were going anywhere

okay mama flip over legs up on my shoulders

I slide off of him as I lay on my back and he hovers over me helping me lips my shaking legs over his shoulders.

he pushes back into me causing me to let out a load moan

fuck I love this little pussy

f-fuck matt so fucking deep

yeah you like that want it rougher baby

y-yes fuck please daddy please

he starts pounding into me hard causing me to scream out as my legs start shaking really hard .

he moves down to kiss me causing my legs to meet my chest and give him and even deeper angle

I moan into the kiss he moves his hand to my neck causing me to clench around him .

you like when I choke you don't you slut he says with a smirk on his face

mmmmmm fuck yes I love it

such a little slut for my cock aren't you

I cant even get words to come out of my mouth as he's pounding me so hard all I see is stars

answer me he spits out slapping me across the face

fuck yes im - a-slut for you fuckkkk

who's slut are you

yours fuck d-daddy all yours

such a good little slut for me god look at you shaking

f-fuck can I cum please please please

cum on my cock baby

with his words I come undone so hard my hips lift off the mattress and buck into his my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hearing goes out for a couple seconds from how hard im cumming.

fuckkk your squeezing my cock so hard god damn

f-fcuk matt oh my god I say as my breath hitches as I come down from my high.

such a good girl for me im getting close I promise

fuck matt c-can you slap me again I say kinda hesitant.

yeah you like that

y-yes fuck please slap me

he slaps me causing me to moan loudly

fuck do it again harder

god such a little slut for me he says as he slaps me harder this causes me to cum again

fuckk such a little slut cumming from me slapping you huh

f-fuck matt

he pounded into me harder and deeper I bring by hands to his back for support scratching my nails dow deeply into his skin causing his to groan out

fuck keep doing that ma leave marks all over my back

I do as he says scratching down his back harder as his thrust start to sputter and his breathing gets heavier

fuck baby im gonna cum where do you want it

in me fuck matt fill me up

mmm fuck such a slut for me he says as his hips snap into me one last time and I feel his warm hot cum spill into me

fuck matt mmm i moan as he pulls out and I feel our mixed cum leaking out of me'

you did do good for me baby god you look gorgeous all fucked out

I smile at him as my entire body is shaking from the best fucking sex ive had in my entire life

he flops down next to me pulling me into him as he pulls the covers over us

you wanna take a nap

yes please im exhausted I just had the best sex of my life

same I don't think ill ever be able to let you go after feeling how amazing you feel

then don't let go I say smiling up at him he kisses my forehead as we both drift off to sleep.

the end.

xoxo

#smut #fanfiction #matt sturniolo #bd/sm daddy

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shadale-s-safe-space · 7 months

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I don't know much about you as a person, but from what I can gather you've had a long journey with art, but still have the motivation to continue even when its rough. I'm sure you didn't start out making masterpieces, so if its not too much trouble, do you have any advice for a 16 year old artist losing motivation? i feel like im stagnating right now and its awful

Idk man, all I can say is, draw watchu want without the care who's gonna see it or what they gonna say , commit to new ideas and care less about pleasing everyone, because I know that way too well, I started learning by drawing animals, flowers and nature, "you should draw something else", switches to furries " No you must do human portraits", draws humans *no one fuckin cares*, and I felt miserable drawing what I didn't want all the damn time just trying to please everyone and be liked, hell, I still do that sometimes cuz I'm a dumbass. When in reality, when you do your own thing is when you're the happiest, this internet bullshit? Yeah don't trust the likes and favs, people like what they find relatable, no one really knows how much time you've spent on your drawing or how much you love it, when a 5 min doodle you did could do more than a painting that took 2 whole days to complete just to be scrapped in a new speedy record, paint what you love for yourself and you only.

Don't be shy to learn new things, I have tons of stuff I don't post here cuz I know people wouldn't care about it, but here for this post, have this that I practiced when I felt too depressed to think of anything good and wanted to step back from the MD artstyle

You'll see, you'll thrive when you draw what you want, and get yourself a drawing buddy! That way you'll stop focusing on the internet and more on each other, and each other's improvement. Tbh I struggled with that one. Since everyone I had were not into art irl, I somehow managed to find someone after 10 years of drawing alone. I honestly wanted more people to join in and make an improvement circle, but unfortunately that never happened.

I found myself twice as productive now than ever, even though I'm not active here as much I am still drawing and making things, ofc giving you more comics! And other fun things in the future I hope.

If you're struggling to draw something just do it, man commit, i was uncomfortable drawing men and male characters for years, I've wasted so many years being "too uncomfortable" and draw a naked person like yeesh who fucking cares, it's for studying.

And ofc if you feel like you're not improving at all please, please experiment with your artstyle and try something new, please refresh your mind, I was stuck for years doing the same thing over and over, same colors, same 2px brush, drawing like a machine same shit over and over, I felt so stuck and lost, but also afraid to do something new, idk why, I guess I never felt good enough or deserving of it. I also didn't go to art school, I am NOT a professional, nor will i ever be in my opinion. Hell, me feeling like I'll never be good enough left me afraid to try and apply for art school, they were asking for sculptures, different mediums all that scary stuff and I was like, I don't.. know.. how to do those things... I can't build a portfolio in less than 3 months?!?! I don't even know how to use half of what they're asking for!!

In reality at the end of the day, art is what you make of it and no one can stop you, search for inspirations and don't be afraid to try, yes you'll fail fist 2 or 10 or hell even 100 times, but you'll come back with more knowledge than ever.

For ending I give you the most confusing drawing to ever exist [dw he's just sleeping on top of her and she's just ghasping for air but awe romance or sum lol] is it weird? Yeah but I had a fun time making it hahaha

Idk I'm bad at putting my thoughts together, but hopefully some of this helps.

#murder drones #murder drones oc #artists on tumblr #digital painting

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lukecvntstellan · 1 month

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do you reckon u could do a leo x reader fluff plsss 🙏

a/n: this is the first time i've written anything ____ x reader in a LOOONNNGGGGG time... forgive me if i'm rusty. don't be tooo mean i'll probably sob idk

improper grammar probably (not proofread) and written in all lowercase because i dont feel like capitalizing

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hurt/comfort with leo valdez x reader i guesssss

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leo had been down on himself recently. him and his significant other had been together almost a year now. as of late he had been locking himself in bunker nine, away from his friends and s/o.

leo had been drowning himself in work, alone in bunker 9, as an excuse for his loneliness. over his music he hears the door swing open, he looks up expecting to see his s/o, but is instead greeted by one of his best friends, piper mclean.

"hey, leo. we noticed you've been spending a lot of time in here... is everything okay?"

the question he knew was coming, but had been dreading.

leo unplugged his radio before saying, "yeah, piper, i've been great. just working on a big project!" trying to feign excitement over his project, which in reality was a pile of scrap metal on his desk that he wasn't quite sure what to do with.

"i'm sorry, but you're the most social out of our friend group? locking yourself in here for days is unusual. y/n has been worried about you. you haven't even spoken to them?"

"okay piper. i'm sorry. okay? i just don't know what to say. you're the only person i've opened up to before. i'm scared y/n would leave me if they knew what was happening. i can't tell them. being with me is already hard enough, i don't need to add on additional burden with the nightmares i've been having..."

despite being "closer" with jason, leo had only ever talked about his feelings with piper before. jason already had enough of his own problems, and never really noticed when leo was going through something.

ever since leo was claimed by his father he had been told by multiple people that he was fated to always be the outsider, never have a place, always the seventh wheel. those words echo through his mind constantly, never ending. because of this, having an s/o was hard. thoughts of "do i deserve this?" "are they going to leave me?" and "am i good enough for them?" were always cycling through his mind.

piper's voice cut through leo's thoughts, "i'm not the one you should be apologizing to. i think you need to talk to them. they're worried about you. do you want to tell me what's been happening first though?"

"do you remember a few months ago i told you about the dreams i had, with hera in them?"

"oh gods.. they're back?"

"yeah... i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. but now i'm so tired and i want to sleep. but i'm scared."

piper moved to give leo a quick hug. "i'm sorry that the dreams are back. i'm gonna get y/n to come talk to you. okay?"

"thanks beauty queen." (**LEOS NORMAL NICKNAME FOR HER IN THE BOOKS**)

as piper was leaving leo walked over to the bed he had made for his late nights in bunker nine, preparing for a conversation he did not want to have.

emotions weren't leo's strong suit. he always tried to be funny and cool to distract from any emotional issues that were happening. no amount of jokes could hide the dark circles under his eyes and his unbrushed hair. he looked rough.

the door opened, and y/n walked in and sat down next to leo. running their hand through his unkempt curls they asked, "are you okay, what's going on? i'm worried about you."

leo laid down, his head in y/n's lap, and their hands gently playing with his hair.

"my dreams have been really bad recently. i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. i'm so tired. i haven't been able to finish any project i've started. i can't do anything right-" leo pointed to the haphazard pile of junk on his desk.

tears started to form, leo tried to blink them away, to no success.

"i guess i've always been insecure? i've been told by hera and nemesis that i'm meant to be this outsider with no role and will always be alone and now i just feel like i don't deserve you. and all my dreams lately have just been those same words on repeat. hera standing there telling me that i'm always going to be the seventh wheel. i'm never going to find my place. i can't take it anymore."

y/n pressed a light kiss to his forehead while contemplating their words.

"leo. you realize that isn't true, right? you DO deserve me. you're not an outsider either, you have a place in our friend group. everyone there loves you. and I love you-"

"love me? you haven't said that before"

"i've been thinking it for a while"

leo couldn't hide the smile that was taking over his face. "really? i love you too, actually, i love you more." he sat up and tackled y/n down on the bed in a hug. "you can't ever leave me now, you're trapped here!" leo said through a laugh.

"you know, i wouldn't dream of it."

"i mean, you probably will. the demigod dreams go kinda crazy."

"you know what i meant, stupid."

"WHAT! you think i'm stupid?" leo protested.

"no. i didn't mean it like that and you know it."

leo shut up after that. being in the arms of his partner after not sleeping for days was making the sleepiness overwhelming. y/n noticed leo drifting off, running their hands through his hair and whispering soft "i love you's" and other sweet nothings.

this was the first night of no nightmares in a week for him :)

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this is ASSS bc i wrote it at mostly 4am and i dont proofread. the concept is there, the execution isn't.

i love leo i think he deserves some comfort in his life PLEASE

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #riordanverse #hoo #leo pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #leo hoo

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Well, we tried to reintroduce Bug and Stella after several months of her living in my room. I did my best to get them used to each other's scents, I tried to create positive associations... But Bug is still aggressive toward her. I was trying to get her back downstairs, and Bug swatted at me hard. It would've been a big bloody mess but luckily I cut his claws the other day, so I just have a bunch of welts.

I feel like I've failed Stella. I don't know what to do. I don't know if my parents will have the patience it takes to try the reintroduction process again. That was the initial problem, they totally refused to properly introduce the two. And it hasn't fixed. I feel like a fuck up and I'm afraid they'll try and convince me to get rid of her.

They think I'm "keeping her cooped up" when to me, she seems happy in my room. She eats, she plays, we cuddle every night, she greets me when I come in the door. That's not an unhappy cat! But my parents think it's "cruel" to keep her in my room. Which, maybe it is, idk. But she's been fine with it -- my room is pretty large, about the size of a single-occupant college dorm. It's not like she's in a cage or something.

But also, her being in my room 24/7 isn't good for my health. I've been battling a bad cold/flu and I'm just now getting over it, after a couple days spent sleeping upstairs. I don't want to be sick all the time. I have my boards on Wednesday and I start my new job next Monday. But I also don't want Stella to suffer. And for a more selfish reason, I don't want her stressed out and having accidents in my room/on my bed. She ruined my sister's bed when she was stuck in my sister's room, and my parents have to replace the mattress (tldr, the door wasn't closed, so Bug would stalk outside the door and keep Stella from using the provided litter box). Which I'm not blaming her at all for, it's not her fault, she's a cat. I should've closed the door, but my parents thought that would stink up the room. I understand that she can't speak to me and tell me what's wrong, and I have to meet her on her level.

I just feel very frustrated and alone. My parents like her, they think she's cute, but they don't love her like I do. They didn't clean up an entire room that had been left filthy for months just so it would be acceptable for her because they didn't want her to suffer. They didn't buy her food, toys, the cat tree. They don't cut her claws and comfort her when it's storming. That was me! I made the effort!! And I feel like they don't understand that.

Idk. With my parents' track record when it comes to my pets, I'm anxious. I guess I can go to the doctor when I have money, see about stronger allergy meds, and maybe change her food to one of those "hypoallergenic" diets. I don't want to put her through being tormented by Junebug, who I also love dearly -- I mean, I raised him from a kitten! I was the one who litter box trained him and worked to socialize him (...not well enough, I guess, but he's fine with my sister's older male cat so it's weird).

If Stella went back to the pound, she'd be euthanized, I just know it. She was on the euthanasia list when Liss got her and brought her home. She's 10, she's still overweight. She wouldn't stand a chance. I couldn't do that to her. My heart breaks just thinking about it. She already spent so much of her life in the shelter, I couldn't send her back.

Idk. Thanks for reading. I just am feeling very bummed right now. I'm with her in my room again, comforting her so she hopefully doesn't have an accident.

#vent

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So um I wrote about xcom!Chayanne yesterday and I don't have the energy to do his whole rescue and I'm not in the mood to hurt him as much as something before that would need, but also idk about you but **I** need some follow up from that. Get the baby a hug.

TW: badly injured child, referenced child abuse, hospital setting, talk about a child very nearly dying (in the past)

Philza knew it wasn't good - he'd seen the poor kid pass out, for fuck's sake - but he had not quite realised how bad it was. He hadn't been working with the sort of tech the infirmary has, too focused on keeping the two kids alive to think about the implications of their injuries.

The tablet Doctor Ruiz hands him, though... One kid - the one currently curled up with Roier as they both sleep off their injuries - he knew about. The broken bones about match what he predicted, looking at the poor sod. There's a worrying amount of head trauma, yes, but bar an inability to talk the kid had seemed alert and aware. Bit hard to tell with children, but he'll hopefully be fine.

It's the second he worries about; he had not even realised the kid was injured until he passed out in Missa's arms and, fuck, Philza doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive himself for that. The scars, the cuts... the last of their splash potions hadn't woken him, but had at least closed up the wounds and bought some colour back to the kid's cheeks.

He'd known it was bad, he had, he swears, but this... The scar pattern, the slightly sticky marks on his chest, the breaks in his ribs... Not just current ones, either, but on the x-rays he can see evidence of them having been broken before. Similar places, too.

There are other scans, too, ones of a sort that Philza does not understand. They show the child's organs, presumably damage to them, but he really wouldn't know.

They still don't scare him as much as the x-rays of his ribs, if only because he only understands the latter; he flicks back to them, and stares in horror.

"Is that...?" he hands the tablet back to her - he isn't a doctor, he could be wrong, he just picks shit up here and there.

Her face is grim as she nods.

"Fucking hell," he breathes the word out; it makes a lot of sense, now, why she had insisted on this boy being on a bed alone, surrounded by wires and monitors instead of letting Missa hold him. "Do we know what happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," she says, folding her arms around the tablet and clinging to it. "If I had to guess, shock from one of the scarring injuries. His biology is... Strange, though - human blood is compatible, at least, and his vitals are stable. I have no idea if they are /good/, but they are stable."

"Will he be okay?" he asks.

"I..." it's never a good thing when the doctor fucking hesitates to answer that question. "If he heals like a human and my guess is correct? Yes. If not, it is outside my expertise."

Philza takes a deep breath, calms himself, and nods, "thanks for the update."

She nods, "I'll get started on the reports; I just thought you'd like to know."

"Oh I fucking hate it," he replies. "But it's better than not knowing; you handle the reports, I'll keep an eye on the kid."

She nods, and vanishes.

And, fuck, how is he going to tell Missa? The man's already attached, and it's not an easy thing to tell someone - 'oh, yeah, that kid we rescued? His heart stopped recently enough his ribs have barely started healing from being broken during CPR, and he still had gunk from a fucking heart monitor on him. Also? Not the first time it's happened'.

Philza runs his hands over his face and, fuck, he wishes he had made that bitch /suffer/. For all her talk of honour, she'd done her fucking best to murder a /child/.

It's too late now, already dead under Jaiden's knife, but fuck he wants her to suffer more. The kids are, what, ten? Something like that?

And don't try tell him that it wasn't the Assassin - Philza /knows/ swords, and hers are a perfect match for the scars and wounds littered all over the poor boy's skin.

Given the chance to fight her again, he'd rip her apart with his bare fucking hands. Or, let Cellbit do it at least. He does have more the talent for it these days.

But, there's not much to be done, not now. The Assassin is dead, and the kid is in an actual fucking infirmary. Jaiden and Roier both need to stay, to the concern and delight of the other little boy, while after getting patched up Missa and Philza elected to stay with this one. Cellbit's off somewhere - probably struggling to pull things from the archive with one arm in a cast - and Etoiles elected to get some fucking sleep.

It seems like a good idea.

Philza doesn't think he can, not without nightmares of a little boy bleeding to death, alone and scared, in a prison cell.

Or stabbed again - Missa did say both boys had tried to fight the Assassin; for all Philza admires their persistence, fighting back on the wounds they have, he's fucking terrified for them.

And, thinking of Missa, the man is waking up. Philza turns his attention there, watching him get up.

"Hey Missa," he smiles over, but he knows it looks thin.

He gets a smile back, as Missa scoots himself up to sitting.

The smile falls as soon as Missa lays eyes on the kid in the bed.

"How is he?"

"He had to be resuscitated."

Philza realises his mistake as he sees absolute terror consume Missa's features, and a terrified whine.

"Not today!" he clarifies, quickly, loudly. "Jesus fuck, I would have woken you if it was today. Sorry, sorry - recently, though, his ribs are still fucked up. Maybe a few days ago? Week at most?"

The whine turns from terror to heartbreak, Missa scrambling over with his too-long limbs. He picks up the boy's hand, clinging to it and muttering rapidly in Spanish.

Philza doesn't try to translate, not when the kid is obviously the one addressed - if anyone at all.

"Fuck, Missa, it wasn't even the first time either. Doc says he'll be fine so long as he heals like a human - and he's got human blood and human organs so we should be okay - but, fucking hell mate, I just..."

What does Philza even say? He permits the words to vanish into Missa's whine.

He reaches across, resting his hand atop Missa's. It takes the man a little bit to stop whining and ask "do we know why?"

"Not really," Philza feels his grimace. "We're hoping shock from the other injuries. It's bad, but now they're healed or healing... Easiest shit to fix, out of the options. Can't see anything else, doesn't mean there isn't."

There's another pained noise from Missa. Philza reaches up, absently wiping at his tears as he looks away to the boy's face. It takes a bit for Missa to collect himself up, clinging to the boy's hand and brushing his hair from his face.

"He's safe now?" Missa asks.

"He's safe," Philza confirms. "And once he's better, we'll find somewhere safe for him to stay."

It's a long shot, but they have some ideas of places safer than an airship full of the government's most wanted, at least.

Missa's fussing also seems to have awoken the boy; Missa startles, and turns to him, and when Philza's eyes follow he sees the little red flames in place of eyes watching them both.

Missa speaks something soothing in Spanish; Philza is still too furious to speak calmly enough for an injured and probably scared child.

The boy tries to sit up, only to flinch; Philza catches him, and helps him back down. Across the room he catches Doctor Ruiz's eye - she just gestures for him to go ahead and returns to her paperwork.

"Hey now," he tries to be gentle, but his voice is not really having it. "Lay back down. Your friend is just over there, see?"

The kid turns his head, and does relax a little when he spots the other boy. He still does not speak, glancing around but always returning to Philza and Missa.

"You're safe here," Missa promises. "Philza and I won't let anyone hurt you."

The kid glances between them; Philza tries to back Missa up with a nod.

He looks... confused, more than anything, glancing back at the other child, then at the adults. It takes a little bit, before he raises his arms and...

"Oh..." Philza whispers.

Missa leans down first, doing his best to avoid any of the wires or tubes surrounding the boy.

Philza follows a bit later, putting one arm across Missa's back and, with a lack of space, brushes a the child's hair with the other.

"We fucked her up," Philza promises. "She won't be hurting anyone again."

The boy does not stay awake long, his body brutalised and exhausted. Within moments of the hug starting he has fallen back asleep. Both Philza and Missa are reluctant to let go, but know that they must.

Missa sings lullabys, the music keeping Philza more to the present. He does not have much of a singing voice, so he fetches blankets instead, hoping the pressure will be comforting to the boy.

"He just wanted a hug," Missa's voice is broken. "Phil, Phil, he just- just a hug..."

Philza's own heart is a ruin, too; he opens his own arms up, and gestures Missa over. He wraps his friend in his arms, lets him cry into his shoulder.

If he also cries into Missa's hair, then it is his secret to tell.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp missa #chayanne will be back to his own stabby self soon #he's just had... an extremely shit time #give him a few weeks and he'll be terrorising his parents #who will be his parents by then #for now they're just guys who got a bit attached both ways

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(2) Instead we see laena feeling like a consolation prize (imo not even 2nd best) and trying to make peace with that, probably thinking she's lucky because considering the world they live in, 'it could've been worse'. She misses her family and has to comfort a daughter who thinks her dad doesn't love her for being dragonless, but when she tries to talk to daemon about how she feels he dismisses it, all because he's moping about rhaenyra. Don't get me started on how he laughed at her funeral, idc the reason, you bet he wouldn't have even thought of doing that if it were viserys or rhaenyra's funeral. He spent the day with his eyes glued to rhaenyra, his daughters abandoned in a corner (thank god for rhaenys) and finally he has sex with the woman whose shadow laena had to live under all those years. At laena's funeral, in her house, while her family is grieving for her. Daemon didn't show any respect for her; he might've been fond of her but did he love her? Idk, he definitely wasn't in love with her. Tbh i don't know if laena loved him either.

Imo they also missed a chance to show how alike daemon and laena were but only if we consider daemon's better character traits and when he's in his best behaviour. I guess you could say laena was a kindred spirit to daemon's better side, which can be compared to how he behaves around rhaenyra and in which ways those two are alike. Laena obviously didn't change daemon, she didn't make him better. But i think that in a way daemon's worst instincts were dormant around her (granted, in the book they were together only a few years and there were no external factors that brought daemon's bad side out). It even makes me think of laena's bond with vhagar, an ancient war machine who was drawn to darker characters than laena but was drawn to this spirited girl and spent their time together taking laena out for joyrides. It didn't last long and sadly vhagar went back to bonding with a darker character that rode her to war again.

Definitely, show Laena does give off the vibe of "could have been worse" in terms of her just "accepting" how her relationship with Daemon is (probably from having dodged the bullet of marrying Viserys in her mind) and, added on to the stress of her current pregnancy, probably was too tired to fight him and expected to do so after the birth (which we know didn't happen). It's sad because you can how alone she feels as taken from her family and can't even share her childhood home with her daughters (I fully believe that had she been able to return home, maybe even survived her pregnancy, she would have stayed back on Driftmark and never thought of leaving permanently again). It really boils my blood how we have Rhaena being ignored by her father for being dragonless when he loved her in the books. He would not do that. Him laughing at Laena's funeral would not have happened had it been Viserys or Rhaenyra, as you said, as he would have killed someone then and there had they done so. And him spending the day staring at Rhaenyra all throughout the funeral (not even hiding it because other people noticed) and leaving his daughters was so disrespectful, making matters worse when he sleeps with Rhaenyra (who was wrong for that too). Laena hadn't even reached the bottom of the ocean before they moved on. In context of the show, I'm not sure there was even respect for Laena after she died because if you respect someone then you definitely wouldn't of have done that at her funeral (not even including his treatment of her during their marriage as well).

Thank god for Rhaenys too, as you said, but even some of her character kind of has flaws when it has to center Daemyra (or just Rhaenyra). Because the pair [Daemyra] were not very smart to have gotten married literally, not only, after Laena was just put into the sea but Laenor was presumed dead as well with Rhaenys and Corlys discovering the body (that scene was wrong as hell too). It sends a very bad look and Rhaenys definitely was not feeling Rhaenyra after that. I also wished there was more anger from her towards Daemon because she would know fully well that the only thing stopping Laena from coming home, from bringing her daughters with her, would have been Daemon. And you know that if she caught wind of him ignoring Rhaena she would have swept her off to Driftmark with her sister in a heartbeat.

But back to another point that you said, op, that really got me thinking: both Laena and Rhaenyra bring out sides in Daemon that influence his character. Now, from what I've heard about her book characteristics, Rhaenyra is very different from her show counterpart and doesn't flinch at getting her hands dirty, for a lack of better words. In the show, while not the same, I do feel as though she brings out a side of Daemon that makes him brash and fiery. I saw a gifset edit of them standing side by side with her casually nodding to him before he does something reckless (she definitely nodded at him before he cut Vaemond in half) and that would have been even more interesting had we been given more scenes with Laena to parallel this. In the books, Laena doesn't seem to hold that darker energy as Rhaenyra, and this would contrast her well with Daemon. I see her holding him back from acting out violently, which is very smart in my opinion because having Rhaenyra be okay with his violent acts towards others doesn't seem very smart if you want people to back your claim for the throne. I see Laena calming the fire within Daemon without trying to smother it, but I also see him being surprised by her own (or, since the Velaryons are of the sea have him describe her with sea connotations like "she was as calm as the sea on a peaceful day, but don't let that overshadow how she could rage as it during the storm", like the sea is a force to be reckoned with too HOTD!) This could correlate well with what you had said about Laena's relationship with Vhagar, a dragon from a time period of huge war in not only Targaryen, but Westerosi history. A dragon known for her darker riders (eg. Visenya and Aemond) but allows Laena, who definitely isn't like them, to claim her. That within itself is a feat, but to have mentions of her being like the sea, as said earlier, it would have added more context. I kind of imagine it as those character dynamic drawing with three people where two have "look like they could kill you and would" being for Visenya and Aemond and then the third, in the middle, being "looks like a cinnamon roll but would actually kill you" for Laena. Like it also would have sweet to see how she and Vhagar interacted because, in comparison to her past and future rider, I feel like Laena's kindred spirit would have been a nice break for Vhagar.

While there isn't much to go on from their relationship in comparison to Daemyra's in the books, I think that could also work for their benefit. Granted, there wasn't a war happening, but if Laena didn't help ease his fire then I'm fairly certain there would have been insistent involving him during their time together aside from him killing Bravos. But that's just me personally.

Another thing that annoys me is how some in the fandom use the possibility of Laena and Rhaenyra being in love for the wrong reasons. Hear me out, I think the pair would be cute and I wouldn't mind Daemon's inclusion as long as Laena is cared for as well, but some in the fandom use this ship just as an excuse to hate Rhaenicent all the while not even caring about Laena (same with it just being Laena and Rhaenyra). Like they use Laena as a prop (and sometimes target for some toxic Rhaenicent stans) and it does her character and the actresses a disservice (sometimes harm because I know the hate actors and actresses can receive from ship wars especially if they are a woc).

#hotd #house of the dragon #laena velaryon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra #rhaenys targaryen

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underratedandoverit · 9 months

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (1/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters include Penelope Ford, Trent Beretta. Kris Statlander and Orange Cassidy are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 2 || part 3

On AO3

I reeeeally only wanted to start posting this after it was all done, but seeing how I'm two weeks behind on what I wanted the original publishing schedule to be, I need heavy motivation to actually finish this (its about halfway done as of posting this), so! Here's the effort to hopefully help with that! Cause I am planning on finishing this, I have full plans for all three chapters and the epilogue (that'll be tacked onto the final chapter), I just need the energy to realize that its worth finishing so.. I'm getting this up now. To maybe hopefully see its worth it and people want to see this through. Idk.

I have been thinking maybe this concept would have been better with another ship, but I started with this and its very fitting for them, and I need more of this propaganda in my life and seeing how I'm the only one making it… Yeah we're sticking to Kip and Chuck. Sorry not sorry. (also tag list might change a little as i post the rest, tho this should be it generally. i tried to keep it spoiler free for now)

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Beep.

Kip tried to ignore the heart monitor to the best of his ability, and yet his brows furrowed, irritated, at the sound. The soft groan was barely audible in the hospital room that was empty aside from him, as Kip came to witness as he forced his eyes open, returning back to the real world from the sleepless rest he had been attempting to get for the last few hours.

Some would have guessed that sleeping would have been easier when you lost feeling from one of your four limbs, especially from the one going through the extreme levels of pain. But what those same people didn’t understand, was that the medication they put him under with, was amplifying most of his other senses to the point where it was almost painful to just even listen to certain sounds.

Beep.

Kip glared at the monitor, watching the little line on it beep an extra time, almost as if it was mocking him and the hatred raising his heart rate. Kip leaned back on the bed, turning away, eyes landing on the window across the room. The soft rays of sunshine indicated early morning hours, which wouldn’t have surprised him a bit. After coming to from the surgery Kip had been in various states between high alert and sleeping like a log, dozing off whenever he felt like it. Not that it mattered, they didn’t let him go home yet anyway, so he was just taking advantage of sleeping away as much of the irritation and pain he could while he was alone.

Beep.

Slowly Kip’s eyes dragged away from the window, landing on the little drawer next to the bed. Some nice nurse, was his guess unless it really had been Penelope, had left his personal belongings on it on a little tray. Honestly Kip was slightly surprised they had been just left for him like that, out in the open. While sure, he wasn’t sharing the room with anyone else, anyone could just walk in at any time while he was out cold and grab his wallet, keys, and phone and just bail out.

Or even worse, he himself could have used the phone before he was fully aware of himself and his surroundings yet, being under the influence of the painkiller and/or anesthesia. Almost as bad as some of his younger days of drunk dialing.

Beep.

Kip closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he tried not to get irritated at the sound piercing his ears every couple of moments. As he calmed himself down, he slowly opened his eyes again, landing them back on the phone on the tray. He observed it for a moment, trying to count in his head how long it had been since he was wheeled into the operating room, how long it had been since he had last checked anything.

Really all he could remember was the little kiss Penelope placed on the top of his head, whispering him good luck before he was wheeled away from her too.

Beep.

Kip’s hand slipped away from under the thin covers of the awfully medical feeling blanket thrown over him, reaching for the phone. It was easier said than done to be honest, having to navigate the world now mostly with his non-dominant hand and everything. Kip fumbled a little, almost letting the phone slip from his fingers, letting out a string of quiet curse words from under his breath as he barely caught it again before it managed to fall to the floor, where he most definitely wouldn’t have been able to grab it without getting some help first.

With a sigh he lowered the phone into his lap, brushing a hand through his hair. Everything was just so bothersome and irritating to him, he could barely do things by himself. And every single little bit that he required some kind of help with, Kip hated even more. He understood the situation he was in, absolutely, but that didn’t mean that he was going to enjoy being so dependent on others when he could just as easily do all of this, and more, by himself before.

Beep.

His eyes landed back on the phone now sitting on the bed in his lap, the fingers of his right hand carefully drumming against the dark screen. It felt cold to the touch, clearly not having been turned on for a while or being held in a hand using it. Kip had no idea if there would even be any messages for him to return to, sure there were people like his family, friends, and co-workers who knew he was going through the surgery, but most people he felt like had already been in touch the day before, wishing him luck. He vaguely remembered Penelope telling him she would send him reminders about things he needed to take care of after surgery, but that was all he was expecting.

And yet, there was some sort of odd feeling of hesitation in him as Kip’s fingers kept drawing circles on the screen, only mimicking opening apps and scrolling through them.

Beep.

It was almost as if the sound was mocking him at this point, screaming at him to do something. Kip glared at the monitor on his side, eyes slowly returning back to the phone. He carefully took it back into his hand, weighting it for a moment, his thumb navigating on top of the power button almost on instinct. Kip barely stopped himself from pressing it down, taking a moment to ask himself if it was worth it.

As far as he knew, nobody was going to need him while he was gone. He was going to have to turn it on later to get in touch with Penelope about getting out of the hospital as she had promised to pick him up, but apart from that… Kip didn’t really know what to expect. On the other hand though, this kind of silence gave him a good chance to catch up on other important things he might have missed, if there weren't people he needed to get back to.

What could go wrong?

Beep.

Kip held down the button, watching as the screen slowly lit up, greeting him with the familiar opening screens. His eyes narrowed a little at the sudden bright lighting hitting him, but soon enough he was booted in, allowing him to adjust the screen brightness to his liking. Kip was still trying to get used to being awake and feeling like himself in his own body, and coming off from heavy medication, even if it had been a day since then, it was like a dark cloud hanging over him. He didn’t enjoy it in the slightest, but Kip knew it was a necessary step if he wanted to get through all of this. Unfortunately.

As he got himself back into his phone, Kip absentmindedly scrolled through some of the messages that were popping up little by little all over the place. Mostly it was just few remaining co-workers and friends that hadn’t reached out earlier wishing him speedy recovery and hoping that the surgery goes well, the usual things you’d message to someone you didn’t talk to more than occasionally but who you knew was going to go through something heavy like this and you had their contact info at hand. Kip scrolled through the well-wishes, smiling occasionally a little more as he watched the different names and profile pictures he recognized, wondering how many of these people actually cared or if this was just a cleverly arranged mass ruse so he would maybe feel a bit better after being under the knife.

And then.

Kip’s eyes locked onto one of the messages, starting with a word he didn’t expect to see.

‘Sorry’.

He didn’t notice his grip on the phone getting tighter until holding it actually hurt his hand, but Kip pushed the thought aside. Unblinking eyes stared at the phone screen as it burned the images of the words on his retinas until they were hurting too, but he was too deep in his own head to look away, to stop reading the message he didn’t think he would be getting. Not now, not ever.

Not from Chuck.

‘Sorry about your shoulder. Heard from Kris you were getting surgery. I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. Hope you heal well. If you need something, let me know.’

Kip’s mind was nothing but static. The phone light hurt his eyes, his grip hurt his hand, reading and processing the words in his head. The pain shooting through him was almost comparable to the jolts he experienced going through the structure Chuck had thrown them both down to from the stage, only this one was even worse somehow.

‘If you need something, let me know.’

He didn’t read that right. He couldn’t have read that right. There was no way Chuck Taylor out of all people would say something like this to him. Or even text these kinds of lines to him. To Kip.

To the man that had been looking at Chuck from a distance with a mixture of interest and admiration for so long without saying any words out loud, without making any moves, without taking any actions to realize the thoughts and feelings he had. There was no way Chuck was doing this, offering help to him if he needed it, without knowing that there was something going on in Kip’s mind that he wasn’t sure was going to be able to handle daylight.

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad.’

Chuck didn’t know Kip was already on his way out when Arcade Anarchy was announced. He had already been told he would require surgery on the torn shoulder, but this match was approved even with the ending spot as it wasn’t going to make his condition any worse than it already was. Kip hadn’t dared to say anything to the Best Friends, in fear that it would hinder their performance; he wanted them at their best, not feeling sorry for him, not trying to be careful with him. Miro knew, but he kept his promise and didn’t say anything either.

For better or worse, Kip wasn’t sure anymore.

Beep. Beep.

He finally tore his eyes away from the phone screen, letting it drop from his hand. Kip curled the fingers a few times trying to ease the pain, eyes blinking as rather painful tears stung in the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was a sign of emotional distress or just a side effect of staring at the screen, but it didn’t matter to him. Whichever it was, he didn’t want it, and it was making him feel awful.

Beep. Beep.

Kip slowly looked over at the heart rate monitor, watching the little line make extra jumps and letting out more irritating noises than necessary. His eyes trailed one of the cords leaving from it, watching it being attached to his chest with a little patch. Kip snorted at it, turning away.

Stupid. It was all so fucking stupid.

Beep.

His eyes landed back on the phone, hand reaching for his face as he wiped away a couple of tears. He wasn’t sure why he got so worked up over this, it wasn’t like this meant anything. Chuck was just worried, offering him his condolences and a little help if he needed it, just like everyone else did. That didn’t mean anything, no more, no less, than that he was being a good co-worker. Not even a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Beep.

Maybe that’s why he took it so hard, to be honest. Kip inhaled deeply, almost frightened over how shaky his breathing sounded. He hadn’t expected this to hit him so hard, but something about seeing Chuck Taylor out of all the possible people reaching out to him after hearing about the surgery just sent him spiraling. Short circuited his brain. His thoughts were all gone. Kip’s mind blank, nothing but a newly debuted white canvas ready to be painted on.

And the only visual that appeared on it was Chuck, the moment he held onto Kip seconds before throwing them both off from the stage.

The words he whispered to Kip when the camera was pointing the other way.

“Are you sure?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

In that moment he had been, only for the fact that he knew Chuck would prevent him from hurting further. At least, in the physical sense. Mentally at that point Kip was already so far down the rabbit hole that it didn’t matter. He would have said yes. Not only to that, but to anything that Chuck asked him.

Was Kip sure? Yes.

Was Kip going to be okay? Yes.

Did Kip want him?

…

Yes.

Yes he did.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He looked back at the monitor, watching the line make extra jumps again. It apparently wasn’t a concerning enough feature, considering how long it had been going on and not a single nurse had gotten in to even check on him yet. Kip understood it though, in a hospital full of patients in worse conditions than what he was in, he was merely a second thought to anyone passing by his room. He didn’t make a sound, he wasn’t in pain, he didn’t exhibit extreme amounts of discomfort.

At least, not on the outside.

Beep. Beep.

Kip leaned his head back against the propped up bed, eyeing the monitor. If he wasn’t thinking about the phone that was still quietly buzzing in his lap, his heart rate slowly went back down. Of course he couldn’t keep this up forever, eventually he would probably have to reply to Chuck, and who knew what kind of fresh hell of wounds that would open on him. How awkward it would make everything if he dared to actually take on Chuck’s own offering and ask him for any help. Of course Kip didn’t need to do that, knowing that Chuck hadn’t actually caused any of this like he was thinking that he did, but…

Maybe it would be a way to get a step closer. To spend time with him. To figure out if Chuck could possibly feel the same way Kip did.

Beep.

Kip closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. It would be all fine, he lied to himself. It wouldn’t matter if Chuck said no, it wouldn’t matter if they became just friends. Another lie. Kip could live with it if he could just tell Chuck how he felt, and whatever came out of that was just perfectly fine with him.

Kip was such a masterful liar sometimes.

Beep.

He hummed at himself a little, obviously satisfied with the way he made himself at least on some level believe everything was going to be okay. A small smirk tuck the corners of his lips, but Kip resisted it, thinking it was a step too far. He allowed himself to be proud of himself in this situation, but showing it outwards was a little too much.

Instead he yawned, followed by a cough as Kip could feel something scratching in his throat.

Beep.

He tried to gently cough it out, only making the scratching worse. Kip opened his eyes, glancing around him, trying to see if there was even a cup of water somewhere close by, but no such luck. Instead he coughed again, the burning in his throat just growing stronger and feeling grosser the more he tried to physically force whatever was stuck in his airways out of his body.

With a few more coughs the feeling was turning unbearable, Kip rather violently jerking forward as he coughed loudly, hand flying on to cover his mouth as he could feel something dislodging in his throat, attempting a forceful exit out of his mouth.

Beep. Beep.

Maybe he wasn’t as over the side effects of anesthesia as Kip thought, or nausea was a side effect of the painkillers. As the thoughts raced through his mind, Kip tried to keep his mouth covered by his hand, eyes shooting around his limited moving space, trying to find something he could safely vomit into. He could feel another scratch on his throat, knowing that he just had to take it and let it all out, Kip shoved the phone from his lap to the floor in a semi panic, barely hearing it landing with a loud thud before he allowed his insides to empty themselves into his lap.

Beep. Beep.

With his eyes closed to bear the pain, Kip could feel the burning in his lungs, but it all felt different than usual. It was an odd sensation, it felt more like something was scratching and crawling its way up his lungs rather than his throat, pushing painfully out of him rather than flowing in the liquid form like usual. It still burned, but in a softer, almost calming way compared to what Kip knew it should be.

Fearing the mess he had made, Kip slowly opened his eyes, thinking that he might have to call a nurse over to help him out, as much as he hated it. But instead he froze in place, eyes widening in shock as he tried to process the small pile of purple shaded rose petals sitting on his lap instead.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip carefully reached a hand towards the petals, shaking fingertips tracing along one. It felt soft, like it was freshly plucked from a flower, the kind of fresh petals you’d spread on a bed for a romantic surprise to a loved one. But the moment was nothing but romantic, it was surprising for sure, but it was more making Kip internally freak out than giving him any sentimental feelings over the sudden pile of petals in his lap.

They had come out from inside of him.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip had no idea why. No idea how. He could feel something crawling in his throat again, letting out a soft cough, watching a single petal flowing out of him, landing on top of the pile that had already formed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip’s hands slowly grabbed a hold of the petals, squeezing them in his fists. He froze for a moment, feeling the soft petals against the palms of his hands, against his exposed skin, almost tearing wounds onto him despite their petite appearance.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kip screamed.

#fic #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #setting: hanahaki

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cinemautistic · 8 months

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epic headcannons time (IGNORE THE DEPARTMENT INSTEAD OF APARTMENT MY ENGLISH IS SHITTY) (PLS IF YOU DRAW THIS, REBLOG OR @ ME, NOT FOR CREDITS I JUST WANT TO SEE THIS):

- An and Mizuki were the only ones for some months until Ena and Akito were ALL the day complaining about their father and An was like "i'm soooo tired of this" and mizuki was like "me too but I want to help them" "yeah same ): ....... OMG I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER". Now they're four university students with a focus on arts and. yeah, how you guessed, they eat microwave food every day. And sometimes ice cream, especially when they're watching bad romcoms (Akito acts like he hates them. He doesn't)

- Saki wanted to live in her own apartment because she wanted to finally be more independent, and Shiho wanted the same but for different reasons. Now they live together and Saki always buys the most silly pink cute stuff and Shiho acts like she hates it (she doesn't).

- MMJ live together because their company believed it would be better for the group, but when they are not releasing new songs or having tours, they live with their family. Also, Shiho sleeps in her family house when Shizuku sleeps there.

-Rui and Nene always wanted to live together one day, since they were children. When they started looking for an apartment for the two of them, they discovered that Tsukasa had been sleeping in friend's apartments all this time bc he was kicked out. And Nene is like "... should we live with him?" "I don't see the problem, and it would be quite fun- but, are you okay with that?" "sighs... yeah". And Tsukasa reaction to this was being like "OHHH WE'RE GOING TO BE THE BEST ROOMATES" and Nene is like "......ok." and Rui just laughing. Also, Tsukasa would be up at 5 a.m doing breakfast and singing and Rui is a sleepy guy so he would be kinda annoyed and Nene just fell asleep an hour ago. But when they're about to talk with him, Tsukasa is waiting them with the best breakfast ever and screaming "GOOD MORNING, MY AMAZING ROOMATES!!" and RuiNene want to cry.

- KanaMafu already lives together. I feel like Mafuyu would go out to buy things for school assignments, and force Kanade to accompany her. At first, Kanade dislikes it, but she starts liking going out to do basic stuff and ends up doing it even for herself.

- Honami and Toya live in their own apartments. Honami lives alone because It's easier to keep everything organized, and she likes doing basic Home stuff. However, she has a lot of sleepovers with ShihoSaki (and Ichika!). Toya lives in a studio room, even if he remains in contact with his parents. Even so, she usually sleeps on the couch of AkiAn's apartment.

- Ichika lives with her parents because yeah, she feels more comfortable like this. Sometimes she goes to sleepovers in the ShihoSaki apartment, but she loves sleeping in her own bed. Kohane lives with her two dads (stolen headcannon) because I feel her family saves more money than the others? I feel like they try to don't waste too much. And Emu... idk, rich family stuff, but I feel some mornings Tsukasa is like "Such a pretty morning! Let's do the breakfast!!" "Good morning Tsukasa!!" "Good morning E-! EMU???!!!!!! WHAT- HOW-"

yeah that's it

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averagetmntfan · 5 months

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it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

#<3 #jj rambles #jj rants #Jj…vents??#Happy new year!#2024 :0

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dollya-robinprotector · 10 months

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I got a real scary dream last night. Guess I played and talked DoL too much lol cuz it's like a mega mix between many games and media I consumed. Mostly DoL. It's bizarre, like a battle royale? Survival? Identity 5? It just spread through my entire sleep time and only ended when I woke up, it feels too real, no time skip. Idk but it's just bizarre, so yeah warning: bad English, bad scary drawing but I need to just share it. and I'll only share the scary part.

Okay, let's start the dream, here go:

I got notified through a dream. A dream in a dream. Telepathy?

Anw I know that the whole area I live in will have a "Purge". Some selected few can keep their mind (let's call them "players"), while others turn into "zombies" mindlessly roaming around and attacking "players". If the players got attacked and somehow got "X" they turn into zombies. I don't remember exactly what exactly "X" is, but I guess it doesn't matter, we could assume it's "violated" like in DoL.

Players can keep their "advantage", if they ever have any. Mine is the Harpy Transform. It works pretty much the same in the game. I don't know who the other players are or how many players out there. If there's still survived player when the time's up, everything turns back to normal, if not, I don't know what'll come, but it's probably bad : D

Anyway, there's no blood moon. The game's set at night, and lasts for ? hours, from 9 p.m to ? a.m. There are "breaks" after every 1 hour of "play time". When in break the zombies don't act, they just mindlessly stay right where they are and don't attack even if the player walks right past them.

Anw that's roughly the rules I could remember being told or coming up with after some play time myself? It's like a survival game. Now it's time to join the game.

I woke up in a strange place, not my bed but out in the middle of the street, and immediately got attacked : D

Welp somehow I escaped and ran to a toilet to hide. I think it was 9 p.m, the sky is dark, there were only stars, no moon, but the electricity still works. No weapon, only clothes, somehow I just know my significant other isn't here, and no point trying to find him.

There are a bunch of little details and kinds of stuff happening throughout my journey, mostly related to my irl friends so I won't mention it. I struggled and was scared like hell but still managed to not hurt any "zombies" who attacked me, at least not too much in case they can turn back... bla bla, normal survival game content. But there's something... strange.

I noticed there was ONE particular zombie who keeps appearing wherever I went. It's not noticeable at first. I ran quietly and hid in the dark then looked out, and stole some glances, to know if it was safe to keep going. And I noticed. That one pale, quiet, long-haired zombie, idly moved with the crowd and always turned its head to look somewhere away from me. It looks like a woman and moves painfully slow compared to other zombies. It's eerily.

I kept seeing it everywhere I went. School, park, shopping mall,... every time it stood somewhere closer to my hiding spot than the last time a little. I don't remember if I thought any of it, I just knew it's kinda there.

But by the time I can see its face I immediately knew it was bad new : D

It was when I ran into a school toilet' room. It's a small space with one lockable door and one small window that leads directly to the empty backyard. I thought I could lock the front door to hide, and if anything happens I can climb the window to escape to the backyard.

But then I saw it : D That fucking pale zombie was wandering in the backyard alone. Normally it walks in the crowd, but this time it just loitering alone around the dark, empty yard. It paused and started heading to the window I was standing, and when it was close enough I finally saw its face.

Its face was blurred. White, almost glowing, mosaic blurred upper half, and I can only see its bright red lips constantly chanting something I can not hear. Its body crumbled and tattered like paper. It's like a flat, flap of paper with a fucking 3D red mouth. It kept chanting and starting to move faster, smiling too. Holy-

I lose my shit and immediately scramble to the front door to open it. That's when I realized that the door' lock was broken. There was a slash, like an axe slash, that made an agape hole in the door and broke the lock. I didn't see it when I enter the toilet.

I was frightened and heard something behind my back and looked back and thought that pale zombie had approached the window and trying to break it and crawl in and and

But it wasn't there : D

The yard is pitch black and silent. I was dumbfounded for some good minutes as my heart tried to calm down. I peeked, then opened the window and leaned outside to make sure and the pale zombie was nowhere to be found.

I stood still for a minute and finally calmed down, so I turned around to look at the front door and the gap in it closer only to see this.

MF was poking its head through the gap in the door but I fainted.

And then I woke up for real : D

No sweating no goose bump no anything, but the image of that fucking pale white mosaic-eyes creature is so disturbing it kinda getting on my nerves. And I'm home alone.

Gosh...........

#non dol posting #fucking pale white creatures #cw: mightmare

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taikk0 · 11 months

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I COMPLETELY FORGOT MY LITTLE PARK EXISTED NOW I'M REWRITING THE ENTIRE FIRST EPISODE OF MLP FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC BUT WITH CUSS WORDS AND SOUTH PARK-ESQUE HUMOR PURELY BECAUSE THE OBSESSION IS EATING ME ALIVE (any batshit crazy/insanely funny jokes you recommend for me to insert, since you are the og My Little Park fan? :))) )

OH I MIGHT HAVE A FEW...

Randy (Celestia) gaslights the audience, lying about why his wife (Sharon takes the role of Luna) got banished to the moon in the intro, turns out the reason she got sent to the moon was all his fault, and not because she's actually evil, and he's just an asshole of a princess and a really shit ruler. No one has any idea how Equestria is still standing

THIS JOKE during the scene where Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, and Minuette invite Twilight to Moondancer's party and she declines. I have no idea who the other three are in the AU but this is just so in character for Stan imo

the creator of the AU mentioned that Stan, Randy, and Sharon have never met in person before, and Randy and Stan have only communicated through letters. I think it would be really funny to have an emotional moment where Sharon and Randy are revealed to be his parents "you saved me... I'm so proud of you, my son..." and everyone gasps but disingenuously, like a "WWHAAT!! NO WAY!! 😱😱" like they were played by bad actors since it's been so obvious since the very beginning, where the audience knows that the rulers of Equestria are Randy and Sharon and end up making the connection early on, but the characters don't. And I find it so funny if their reaction was genuine for the characters but not in the delivery to make a jab at the "twist" everyone saw coming. "you've grown so much since I last saw you I almost didn't recognize you! I love you so much... I-I'm sorry" "no no, it's okay Mom! you tried to murder me because you felt alone and unloved, isolated... [MY LITTLE PONY THEME STARTS TO PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND] Without friendship and without the love in your heart, you turned into something monstrous. The envy and hatred you must have felt for the princess was too much! because she was always a better leader, and let everyone in Equestria do what they wanted! so you decided to use your gift for selfishness and misdeeds that-" "wait what?! what are you talking about?! I wasn't banished to the moon because I was jealous of Celestia!" "you... weren't..?" "I was banished to the moon because SHE thought I was a nagging bitch for wanting her to be a better ruler!! she kept forgetting to lower the sun. and when she wasn't, she said she needed some extra time for her pot farm to get more sunlight! like for christ's sake Randy these people haven't gotten any sleep for almost a month now and all you do is sit on your ass in the throne room doing fuck all while everyone in the kingdom went hysterical!! and-" "Randy?? wait. if you're my mom, then does that mean that the princess...?" "That's right my faithful student!" Randy descends from the heavens like a dove with an evangelical light beaming behind him "I... am your father." and shit happens I guess idk I'm not a writer this is probably so very very terrible but hope I got the point across, but after this, I want stans whole takeaway to be: "holy shit princess, you're my dad?!" to "oh. this is the princess...? AND my dad?"

Craig introducing the Tucker family but most of them are just stripes. going from photos of stripe #1 to #11 sliding to each photo that all look exactly the same, but skipping #4. later introducing #4 along with Thomas, Laura, and Tricia. this makes absolutely no sense, I just found it funny to have a ridiculous replacement for the Apple family scene because there's no way we can naturally replace it. "Why are there so many stripes?" "That's his extended side of the family."

Something about flutter-butters and these birds

Just Cartman in this au. he is so uncharacteristically nice and fun and loveable that I think every scene he's in he needs to be so sickeningly sweet and all of South Park loves him that he makes the audience uncomfortable by being the complete opposite of who he actually is. like rabbi cartman but cranked up to the max.

"The true meaning of friendship isn't to face your hardships alone, it's to drag other people down with you <3" and everyone celebrates like there's absolutely nothing wrong with that friendship lesson Kyle steps out from the crowd "Y'now, I learned something today too, and it's that-" and the camera pans to Randy, Sharon, and Stan having their own conversation that moves the story along. You can still hear Kyle in the background, and you can still hear him talking and doing hand gestures out of focus. No one is paying attention to Kyle.

Something about Craig being the element of honesty but sounding like he's lying all the time but it's literally just how he talks and it never changes

Not really a joke idea, but the thought of Cartman singing the laughter song, especially with his voice and weird accent is so funny to me that I really wish someone could make an ai cover of it..................

BALD KENNY?????? I'M REWATCHING THE EPISODES RIGHT NOW AND THE THOUGHT OF KENNY JUST SPENDING HALF THE EPISODE BALD IS SO FUNNY PLEASE LET HIM BE BALD

Something I really want to see in this rewrite personally (and My Little Park content in general) is the way you can parody MLP when it's mixed in with a show like South Park, and how ridiculous it is to see South Park mixed in with a show like MLP. Make it a self-aware Steven Universe but it's the version of Steven Universe that the Steven Universe haters think it is. And make the Disney Junior version of Family Guy.

anddddddd that's it for me LOL not really much of a writer. good luck on the rewrite though, hope you have fun!! ^^ To be honest, I'm not really that funny either, and the thought of writing my own south park jokes, especially with the jokes that are IN South Park?? YEAH NO SORRY I AM STAYING SO FAR AWAY 💀 That's what I like about My Little Park, I get to enjoy South Park without enjoying South Park. I have such a love-hate relationship with SP it's RIDICULOUS. I like South Park but only version of it I made up in my head <3

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