#Madi you wrote it so well I get

[ohmtoff]

Shots, shots, shots (Part 1)

Nick Sturniolo x Masc!OC

Summary: Nick is most definitely not having fun at a frat party Madi dragged him to, but this boy who’s staring at him hungrily may help him to have a good time (or: a very cliche and very self-indulgent fic of Nick getting it on with a frat bro)

WC: 4.8k

Contains: college!AU, frat bro!oc, drinking games, making out

Disclaimer: no smut yet, smut is in the next part. not an american, idk anything ab frat culture and the american college system in general, so there’s gna be some inaccuracies. this is just based on the frat fics ive read and my own college experiences.

a/n: was supposed to be a one-shot but i suddenly wrote 10k words💀 although i know nothing ab frat culture, how my american friends describe it is basically like any faculty organization in an indonesian uni lmao so hope my knowledge of how those orgs work help this a slight bit. anyways hope you enjoyyy <333

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Nick is most definitely not having fun.

He frowns as he feels the bitter burn of his fifth (or was it sixth?) shot going down, tipping his head back to get it to go down easily, well and truly smashed at this point. Madi would be proud. Speaking of… he hasn’t seen his best friend since they arrived at the party, the girl pestering him for hours earlier in the day to come party with her. Madi is tired of listening about The Breakup, and to be honest, Nick is too, but he didn’t agree to come with Madi only to have his supposedly best friend ditch him at the door, leaving him alone at a frat party where he knows absolutely no one. Especially not just so she can run off and suck face with some junior.

Nick spies his best friend making out with a boy he doesn’t know, back to him through the haze of the crowd, barely visible in the shitty purple LED lighting, especially with everyone packed into the house like sardines, the place filled to over capacity so that no one can move without being pressed up against someone or another. Well, unless they are sticking to the wall like Nick currently is. And he’s about to go give his friend a piece of his goddamn mind when he hears the voice beside him, his irritation still visible on his face as he turns to look.

“Hey.” The boy is staring at him with an intensity that is disarming, dark eyes set in an intense unwavering gaze as he looks, just enough light to make out the half-smile on the other boy’s face, only one corner of his mouth upturned slightly. The boy’s hair is half in his face, looking damp and mussed like he’s just stepped out of the shower. And Nick trails his gaze downwards, appreciating the other boy’s outfit, a black t-shirt with some obscure band logo, sleeves cut-off hastily, clearly homemade, the edges ragged, showing off the nice curves of the boy’s shoulders, the definition of his upper arms from hitting the gym obvious. All thrown over a pair of oversized black jeans.

The other boy is looking at him like he wants him, and Nick is too far gone to stop the delicious pit of arousal churning in his stomach, the euphoria going straight to his head, making him dizzy with desire. He’s not the type Nick usually goes for, in fact, the boy is the exact opposite of his ex, but that doesn’t stop his body from screaming fuck me now. “I haven’t seen you around before. Transfer or something?”

The question makes Nick give out a little snort of laughter. “No, not at all. Just not my scene.”

“Oh?” The boy raises an eyebrow questioningly, his tone clearly teasing as he slides in closer to avoid another boy trying to make his way past the two of them squeezed into the corner. Nick inhales sharply as the boy moves in closer, trapping him, his back pressed up against the wall with no room to go back further, the other boy bringing his arms up to brace against the wall, forming a makeshift barrier around Nick, casually caging him in. As he does, the smell of beer hits his nose, a smell he normally despises, but it’s mixing with something the boy is wearing underneath, something sweet and woody, and the combination is fucking intoxicating. “And what would be your scene then?”

He ignores the question, not wanting to say that maybe his scene is in his room, pitifully stuffing himself with fast food and crying into Madi’s shoulder about his ex months after the breakup, choosing instead to shift the topic, mumbling.  “You smell like shitty ass beer.”

“Shit, sorry.” The boy relaxes his arms, his face softening into a sheepish apologetic look that Nick finds almost endearing, backing up a step so that he’s not so deep into Nick’s personal space, and Nick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartrate. “Got doused with beer earlier when they were spraying it into the crowd.”

“Seems like a waste of alcohol if you ask me.” The unexpected response makes the other boy’s eyes go wide, a moment of silence before he bursts out into raucous laughter.

“Yeah, shit, it probably is.” Nick hates that his breath hitches automatically as the other boy runs his hand through his black hair, shaking his head in apparent exasperation, looking unfortunately all too attractive in the process. “Imagine how many people could be more drunk than they already are if they hadn’t wasted all that beer.” The boy shoots him a grin, which he finds himself returning, or at least he hopes he is.

“So how did you get here?”

“My best friend, Madi. She dragged me here.” Nick admits, a slight eye-roll accompanying the statement. “Otherwise there’s no way I would come to a party in a dump like this. Complete shithole. Floor is disgusting, and the whole place looks like it’s going to collapse in on itself if they throw another couple of parties.” He finds himself having to yell to be heard, the music playing far too loud, the bass turned up so that he can quite literally feel the floorboards vibrating underneath his feet.

To Nick’s surprise and appreciation, the other boy appears to take an interest in listening to him, craning in closer and cocking his head to the side to hear better. His ex was an asshole that wouldn’t bother to make sure he was comfortable at parties, even after knowing Nick didn’t love large crowds, preferring to hang out with small groups of people instead. Plus points.  “Oh, I know Madi, met her at a general ed class last semester. She’s also friends with one of the frat bros here, I think. Nate. Anyways, enough about your friend. I haven’t even gotten your name yet.”

“It’s Nick.”

“Nick.” The other boy repeats it, long and drawn out as he rolls the sound around in his mouth, and the thought of the other boy saying his name as encouragement flashes in his head, mentally kicking himself for even thinking about blowing this complete stranger already within ten minutes of meeting. It’s the alcohol talking, definitely the alcohol. He desperately tries to repeat it to himself and believe it as he watches the other boy bite his lower lip in thought. Fuck. Yeah, so maybe it isn’t the alcohol making him want this boy. Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t been fucked since The Breakup. Which was 3 months ago. Nick scowls. Fuck Madi for telling him he needs to get laid, and double fuck Madi for being right.

“And yours?”

“Evan. My name’s Evan.” The name sounds familiar, but Nick can’t quite place it, putting aside the feeling for now, instead choosing to concentrate on his plan of perhaps getting laid tonight. Which shouldn’t be hard considering the way Evan is looking at him right now. Like he wants to ravish Nick. With maybe a touch of possessiveness. Nick doesn’t mind the possessiveness, as long as they don’t go overboard. Possessive makes for a good fuck.

He gives in.

I’m here already, might as well have a good time.

He turns on the flirtiest smile he has, his lips curling into a natural irresistible pout as he keeps talking, his hand coming up to brush Evan’s arm, his fingertips lightly grazing the other boy’s bicep. Very obvious, very forward. No one would ever accuse Nick of being subtle, especially when it comes to getting what or who he wants. “Well, Evan, since this does seem to be your scene and not mine, what would you say to being responsible for me having a fun time tonight?” The words have the desired effect, Nick tracing the tightening of the other boy’s jaw with his eyes, pleased at the barely veiled show of restraint.

Nick feels a shiver of anticipation run up his spine as Evan leans forwards, tilting his head downwards as he speaks, the other boy’s hot breath against his earlobe, pressed in so close that Nick can feel the ghost of a touch from Evan’s lips. He isn’t able to prevent the gasp from escaping when he feels the other boy’s tongue, teeth giving him a quick nip. “Well, tonight’s your lucky night, baby. I am at your service. For anything you want.”

The words make Nick bristle, bringing both palms up to push at the other boy’s chest, startling Evan into stepping back off-balanced. “I don’t like being called baby.” He mutters. “Don’t do that.” His ex had called him baby, as an insult, somehow managing to insinuate every time that Nick was too demanding, too high maintenance, turning the word into a mocking reprimand each time. “My ex used to use that.” He pauses a beat. “Not in a good way.”

“Oh, shit.” Evan frowns, his eyebrows drawn together giving almost a menacing look, and Nick feels a sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of Evan losing interest. Maybe I came off too strong. “Your ex sounds like an asshole.” He lets out the breath he doesn’t even realize he was holding, a ripple of relief running through him. “And all I meant…” Nick’s breath catches as the other boy slides his hand underneath his chin, tilting it upwards as he speaks. “…is that you look pretty. Delicate. Like someone who deserves to get everything they want.”

Everything they want.

The words make Nick flush, the heat crawling up the base of his neck, stinging his cheeks. I want you. And his first instinct is to throw all caution to the wind and regret his decisions tomorrow morning after the alcohol has worn off, when there isn’t a buzz in his veins making him want to throw himself at this boy. And he desperately wants it to be just a physical thing, after all, he doesn’t really know this guy. He could turn out to be some weirdo psychopath for all he knows, but damn it if it doesn’t make him feel good that this boy thinks he deserves everything. But before he can open his mouth and resign himself to his fate, a hand appears on Evan’s shoulder, accompanied by the loud voice of another boy.

“Hey, bro.” The hand on Evan’s shoulder becomes an arm pulling the taller boy into a half-headlock of sorts. “Not like you to hide away in the corner for so long. Don’t you miss being the life of our party?” The boy turns slightly, catching a glimpse of him, and Nick becomes acutely aware that he’s probably gaping. “Oh, I see now.” The boy gives him a salacious and knowing wink, casting a sidelong glance at Evan. “You must be the reason our leader here is hiding instead of greeting the guests.”

Leader?

The new boy smiles at him, bringing his free hand up in a little wave of acknowledgment. “I’m Nate, by the way.” Nate squints, giving him a careful once-over, and Nick feels like squirming, getting the distinct feeling that he is being sized up though he doesn’t know for what. “You’re Nick, aren’t you?” Nate grins excitedly at the realization. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Madi.”

Nick furrows his brows thinking how does he know Madi and why Madi’s talking about him, getting more lost within the conversation by the second. “Madi said he’d be your type, and it looks like he was right. Fuck.” Nate lets out a string of profanity, “Fuck me, Evan. That means I owe her fifty bucks. So really, fuck you.” Nate narrows his eyes at Evan, who isn’t even trying to hide his mirth, chortling at his friend’s distressed expression. “Unless, you two dickwads set me up.”

Evan shakes his head. “No, man, I didn’t even know who he was until he gave me his name.”

“Fuck.” Nate lets out one last swear in a drawn out sigh, smiling fondly at Evan. “Well, I hate to interrupt the overwhelming sexual tension between you two, but I do think our new president should give a speech at our first party of the year.”

“President?” Nick echoes the word without meaning to, the sound of loud buzzing in his ears drowning out the sound of everything else around them, noting the shit-eating grin on Evan’s face that is getting wider by the minute.

“Yeah, president of Chi Alpha Omega. You know, the ones hosting this party right now.”

Nick can feel the color draining from his face, accompanied by some wooziness in his head. Madi had told him about the president of ΧΑΩ before, about how he “got around” quite frequently, always with someone new every other weekend. And apparently in no short supply of people who want to casually hook-up with him. In short, a player through and through. And Nick can’t tell whether he’s disappointed that Evan is probably not interested in any type of relationship or just excited that the boy is likely a really good fuck. Or both.

But none of that really even matters because he had literally called Evan’s house a shithole.

Fuck.

Evan winks at him before turning to Nate. “Yeah, I can definitely say a few words. And by the way, Nick here thinks we should probably stop spraying beer into the crowd to hype up the party.” He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the overly serious and solemn expression on Evan’s face as he says that. “Apparently we’ve been wasting alcohol when we could be using it to get everyone even more drunk.” Nick wants to sink into the floor at the other boy’s next words, hoping desperately that the ground can swallow him up.

“And he’s also made me aware of the fact that apparently, we live in a shithole.”

Nate’s eyes go wide. Nick wants to kill himself.

“Well, not exactly a lie.” Nate laughs, clearly bemused by his worried expression. “We’ve been trying to get administration to move us out of this shithole for ages. They just won’t do it. So we figure if we throw a few extra ragers this year, and this dumpster fire of a house finally breaks, maybe they’ll consider letting us have a different building for the frat house.”

“Wait, so…” Nick says the words slowly, his head slow to catch up, not quite believing what he’s hearing. “…you all actually want to break this house. Like that’s your actual plan, and I’m not stuck in some weird-ass twilight zone time warp imagining this.”

“Correct.” Evan nods.

“You all are fucking crazy.”

“Correct.”

“Sooo, about that speech Evan?” Nate asks, stealing another glance at Nick. “Any time soon? Or am I assuming that you’re gonna be busy for the next hour or so?”

The implication makes him half-cringe on the inside. Is it that obvious?

“Yeah, of course, now is fine.” And then Nick feels the other boy’s hand around his, Evan’s fingers settling to interlock with his naturally as if they belong there, warm and inviting. A little overly warm, probably the alcohol. But it feels nice, gives him the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest for the first time in a long time. “You’re coming with me, baby.” Nick wants to protest the nickname, but he isn’t given the opportunity to, finding himself being dragged along by the taller boy, weaving through the crowd of people deftly, trying to keep close to the other boy’s back, his free hand reaching out to grab the untucked edge of Evan’s t-shirt. The other boy heads to the kitchen, passing by the crowd that is busy dancing, flirting, and Nick reminds himself to yell at Madi tomorrow, spotting his best friend out of the corner of his eye still attached to the face of a guy.

The kitchen is slightly less crowded, the only people slipping in and out to grab more beer or shots, the entire kitchen counter covered with half empty alcohol—rum, vodka, gin, whiskey. God, how much booze do they have?  Evan doesn’t let go of his hand as he opens the fridge, rummaging around before finally coming up with another handle of vodka. The taller boy just shakes his head as Nate gives him a questioning look. And then Nick follows as he is dragged along again, making their way back to the living room, heading straight towards the epicenter of all the noise in the house. Evan finally lets go of his hand, and Nick feels a twinge of concern as he watches the other boy climb up onto the ping pong table, ignoring the cry of protests from the people playing beer pong. No way he’s sober enough for this.  Somehow Evan’s voice is louder than the music, his voice floating above the noise.

“Hey, we having fun tonight?” The cheers and hoots rise up from the crowd, Evan clearly reveling in the attention, waving his arms to tell everyone to pump up the noise, and they do. After a minute or so of cheering, the other boy puts his finger to his lips in a shushing motion, quieting the crowd.

“Here’s to the first party of many this year for Chi Alpha Omega. As the president for this year, hope to see all of you underclassmen at rush in the spring.” Evan grins, and Nick hates that the other boy is so charismatic, everyone in the room turning to hang on to his every word. “And to kick off a good night, how about yours truly start off a round of body shots?” The crowd hoots and hollers. “First up, my newest friend, Nick.” He feels himself outright blushing this time, Evan looking downwards to wink at him, some of the people in the front of the crowd turning to stare.

He startles as Evan jumps down from the ping pong table, landing unevenly, grabbing on to his shoulder for balance before scooting back on to the table to take a seat, his legs hanging off the edge. “How about it, baby?”

And he’s about to object, but his mind goes completely blank as Evan crosses his arms over his chest, gripping the hem of his t-shirt in order to pull it up over his head, the other boy’s arm muscles tightening. The skin above Evan’s jeans comes into view first, the white band of the other boy’s Calvin Klein boxers just peeking out from the top, a sharp contrast from the smooth tan of Evan’s skin on top and the black of his jeans on the bottom. Nick can see a glimpse of the other boy’s hip bones, sharp and defined, and his gaze trails further upward to his belly button, abs slightly visible as Evan moves, and all the way up to the other boy’s chest.

But it’s the tattoo that makes Nick stop breathing.

It’s intricate, clearly well done and by a tattoo artist that cares about how the finished product looks, a revolver with its barrel pointing downwards, the tip disappearing under the white of the other boy’s boxers. And Nick doesn’t think he’s ever had a specific thing for guns. But fuck. Because he wants to think that he’s better than this, better than having the only thought running through his head being it’s pointing to his cock. And the overwhelming urge to find out just exactly how true it is.

“You’re up, baby.” The words make Nick snap his glance upwards, tearing his gaze away from the ink on the other boy’s skin, the embarrassment flitting through him as he realizes how long he had been staring, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Evan, who is grinning at him, definitely amused. He’s already poured the shot, messily spilling at least two shot’s worth of vodka on the ping pong table, and Nick experiences a stroke of utter insanity, the words coming out before he can stop them.

“You should probably clean that up.”

“Hmm, maybe later.”

“It’s going to get sticky.”

“Maybe I like sticky.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that the whole scene is probably bizarre as fuck, talking about cleaning while the whole room is waiting for him to take a shot off a boy he doesn’t even know. But Nick feels as if he’s in a haze, entirely blocking out the rest of the room as Evan crooks a finger at him, motioning for him to get closer, the other boy’s legs parting on the table, stretching apart to give him room to fit in between, and Nick is uncomfortably aware of Evan’s jeans, the material stretching over the other’s boy’s thighs, even tighter now that Evan is sitting.

“Come.”

He comes.

The shiver of arousal runs through him as he gets closer, coming up to the edge of the table, Evan winking at him as he squeezes Nick’s sides slightly with his thighs, making the feeling curl deliciously in his groin. And the other boy lies down slowly, not breaking eye contact with Nick as he does, and god help him, because it only makes the outline of the other boy’s abs deepen. Fuck. The shot glass is placed right over Evan’s belly button, wobbling as the other boy breathes in and out, and Nick winces as Evan starts off a chant of encouragement.

“Drink, drink, drink.”

Fuck it, it’s just one shot.

He doesn’t try to overthink it, leaning down with his head to clumsily grasp the shot glass with his mouth, intending on throwing his head back and downing the vodka all at once. He tells himself it doesn’t mean anything as he braces his palms against the other boy’s thighs, enjoying the feeling of muscle underneath his hands. But he’s not used to the motion, not able to use his hands, and he ends up spilling half of it, feeling Evan’s thighs tense around his waist as the cold liquid hits the other boy’s bare skin, some of the vodka settling into the crevices of Evan’s abs, already starting to slide off his body.

Nick doesn’t know why he does it.

But the next instant, his tongue is on Evan’s skin, feeling the other boy tense as he does it, licking the rest of the vodka off of the other boy, the feeling of burning still in the back of his throat from the half he does drink, dipping his tongue in to run along the grooves of Evan’s abs, the slight saltiness of the other boy’s sweat mixing with the taste of alcohol. And he’s pressing half-kisses, half sloppy licks against the other boy’s skin, the tips of his fingers reaching upwards from where they’re resting against Evan’s thighs to brush against the boy’s sharp hipbones, an inch or so above his jeans.

As he dips his tongue into his belly button, Evan bucks his hips upwards, the wanting movement making the arousal go straight to his cock. And he tells himself it’s because he’s trying to clean every last bit of vodka off of Evan’s body, but it isn’t the alcohol giving him a high as he runs the tip of his tongue slowly down the barrel of the gun tattoo that Evan has, the thought of going further and further down until he reaches the other boy’s cock making him hot and dizzy. The thought of Evan holding his head down and tugging on his hair as he gives the other boy a blowjob. Further, further. Evan squirms as he licks his way downwards over the exposed skin, and Nick wonders if it tickles, his nose already nudging the edge of the other boy’s boxers.

A bad fucking idea.

And he’s just about to pull away, the feeling of regret mixed with horror hitting him as he surfaces from his reckless decision, half-aware that they’re still in a very public room for the first time since Evan had told him Come, when he feels it. Evan half-hard against his palm, his hand accidentally brushing too close to the other boy’s inner thighs as he tries to move back, and before he can process that fact, everything around him moves.

Nick yelps as he feels Evan’s hands on the back of his thighs, dangerously close to his ass, and he’s suddenly being lifted up into the air, his legs coming up to wrap themselves around the other boy’s waist, his hands grabbing at Evan’s shoulders to balance himself. He vaguely hears the sound of catcalls coming from the crowd, his head falling forward, his face buried into the crook of the other boy’s neck, the smell of beer in Evan’s hair and that smell of wood and vanilla. A few quick strides, and Nick finds his back up against the wall for the second time tonight, Evan’s hips pressed into him, grinding him up against the wall as he plants kisses against Nick’s neck.

The other boy is definitely completely hard now, the feeling against his thigh each time Evan moves his hips making the arousal tighten in Nick’s groin. And it’s a fleeting thought, that he is grateful for wearing a white tank top, giving Evan free access, the other boy’s tongue darting out to run itself along the top of Nick’s collarbones, sucking likely-to-be-hickeys into his skin hungrily.

His fingers curl themselves into the other boy’s hair for purchase, needing something to grab onto as he writhes in Evan’s embrace, his eyes closed, his breath coming out ragged. An unbidden moan comes forth as he feels Evan sneak his hands underneath his tank top, the other boy’s fingers splayed against the skin at his waist, his thumbs digging into the spot just above his hipbones. Evan’s hands feel hot against his skin, burning into him more than he thought possible, and Nick’s eyes flutter open only to remember that everyone is still there, that they’re not alone.

“W-wait,” The words come out weakly in between little pants and far too soft for Evan to hear anyway, and Nick wonders if the idea of the other boy fucking him against the wall in front of a crowd of people should turn him on as much as it does. Fuck.

“Get a fucking room!”

The loud jeer seems to snap Evan out of it, the other boy stopping his attack against Nick’s neck long enough for him to catch his breath. Most of the room has gone back to whatever they were doing before, and it’s nearly impossible to pick out whoever had yelled it. “Don’t mind if I do.” Evan grins at him, not waiting for a proper response. “Hold on.” Nick just manages to get his arms around Evan’s shoulders before the other boy starts moving, hoisting him up slightly to get a better grip on the underside of his thighs, Evan’s chin nestled into his shoulder, the other boy’s breathing hot on his neck.

The sounds of the party slowly start to fade away as they ascend the stairs to the second floor, the stairway narrow and not lit, and Nick winces as he is jostled against the wall a few times on their way up, Evan’s steps not as steady he would have hoped. All he can hear now is the other boy’s breathing, slow and deep, the sound comforting, and Nick breathes in and out to match the other boy’s. I wonder if Madi was right, and I’m his type.  And he’s sure that he’s Evan’s type physically, the whole display downstairs has convinced him of that, but for the first (okay, maybe second or third) time tonight, he has the niggling suspicion that he might like it if he is Evan’s type for more, the way the other boy puts him at ease so naturally and effortlessly perhaps giving him more butterflies than he’d care to admit.

His mind unwillingly flashes him scenes on what it would be like dating Evan. Would he like his eggs scrambled or poached? What shows would they binge together? Would Evan show him off to his frat brothers?

Evan licks a stripe behind his ear where he’s most sensitive. Ah, fuck it. Who cares about dating? Nick knows he’s going to get fucked till he forgets his own name tonight.  

tags: @thenickgirl @mybelovednick @sukiipjs

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[kiss-me-cill-me]

Now We Pay The Price | Bonus Drabble

Okay, so I lied a little bit when I said I wouldn't be posting any more of this for a while. This is not the third and final part, but just a little something that I wrote as a thank you to @cillianslvt for all of her help with Part 2! This is a flashback idea she gave me that I wasn't able to fit into the fic, but still really liked and wanted to write.

So, here it is on its own as a bonus-drabble-extra-thing. Mostly fluffy, slightly suggestive, and with a hint of the usual angst prevalent in the rest of the series.

If you have no idea what this is, you can check out Part 1 HERE! Thank you all for reading, and thank you again Madi for your help <3

You wake slowly, becoming aware of each limb only gradually. Flexing your fingers, you feel the soft brush of the bed sheets, and let out a small sigh. 

Morning light streams through your bedroom, hitting your eyelids and making your vision behind them a dusky red. You bathe in it for a moment, taking a long breath through your nose. 

When you finally open your eyes, he’s still there.

Like you had hoped he would be, although usually it’s a split chance on whether or not Jonathan will get up before you. But today, he sleeps in, and you take the chance to gaze at his face at it’s most peaceful. 

Even in his sleep, a soft crease runs between his brows, as if he’s pondering something while dreaming. The lines of his face capture your eye, and you survey the contours that make up his cheeks, his soft nose, and his full lips. You want so badly to kiss them, but he deserves the extra rest.

As you throw the sheets back gently, your eyes drift down to the mark on his hand, laying face up on the mattress. A little heart that matches yours, sketched just below his thumb with black marker. Streaks of ink bleed away from it slightly, caught in the miniscule lines of his skin. It’s like your tattoo in every way, except for the pain of permanence. 

You can’t stop yourself any longer. You slide your hand into his, pressing your matching hearts together. Jonathan stirs, waking up with a soft hum.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

“Mmm. Morning,” he replies.

Now that he’s awake, you crawl halfway on top of him, draping a leg over his waist and resting a hand on his chest. As you nestle your face in the crook of his neck, you feel wholly content.

“How did you sleep?” he asks, voice still raspy enough to send a shiver through you. You love listening to him after he’s just woken up.

“Perfect,” you sigh, nuzzling into him. “I always sleep best when you’re here.”

“That’s confirmation bias,” he laughs, resting a hand on your head. “You probably only think about how well you slept when I ask you, and I wouldn’t be able to ask if I weren’t here.”

“Or,” you tease, pressing a finger against his chest. “Maybe I just sleep better when I’m with you.” You poke him a few times to hammer home the point, then add, “Not everything has to be scientifically proven, Jonathan.”

“Maybe you’re right. I sleep best next to you, too,” he relents. 

As he presses his lips to the top of your head, you sit up, too impatient to waste time with chaste kisses. You lean forward until your lips meet, and you smile. Drinking in the warmth that passes between you, flushed skin pressed against his.

“Or maybe we’re both just delusional,” you say, smile still wide as you pull away.

“Well. Maybe one of us is…”

Your face scrunches, lips pressed into a prickly pout as you feign offense at his joke. 

“If that’s how you feel, you can stop sleeping over,” you taunt.

Jonathan’s hand is already at the back of your neck, pulling you in as he hums.

“But then you wouldn’t sleep well, would you? And we don’t want that.”

You laugh out loud as you kiss him, and wrap him up tight in your arms until neither one of you stand any chance of leaving the bed.

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #cillian murphy x reader #LemmyFics

[doodlegirl1998]

Also...I may be the only one here but I do think Midnight was meant to be way worse. Look she is a walking talking fetish but sense this is a shonen " hot mady shows boobs" is the norm.

Except...they arent set in a new planet. This is the real world...why Midnight parade herself like that? Why she even works as a hero?

Yes. There Hc she is ace but I dont buy it. She keeps saying inappropriate shit to teens and its not as if she is well loved, her friends dont call much for her.

1) yes. We can blame hori

2) but no one else ever calls for her. Could be she is not well like as Aizawa?

Actually...Aizawa while should be dispised...Midnight is not miss popularity either.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

Hori clearly wrote Midnight as a walking talking bondage fetish. She's fanservice for the "Hot teacher / bondage mummy" fetish havers out there.

Hori didn't give Midnight much thought beyond that. Then he just killed her off for shock value in the war arc to take her out of the narrative (that death was awfully written btw).

Mina and Momo she is meant to have had a close bond with but...this wasn't written beforehand and why include it right when Midnight is about to die rather than building it up?

Sure, the argument could be made that Mina is outgoing like Midnight so they could get on 'in theory' (because that is never shown) but Momo?

The Midnight and Momo bond makes no sense for Momo especially as Momo is regularly sexually harassed so I don't see her liking the teacher who makes inappropriate comments at things she and her class do.

Realistically, (I'm not saying this to be a hater) she wouldn't be popular as a teacher. Actually, quite a large majority of the class would be uncomfortable with her considering her act of saying that she's getting turned on by the things they do.

Then there's her friends. Mic, she seems to get on with and he is visibly upset by her death. Aizawa seems done by her act and presence 99% of the time they talk so him shutting Mic up instead of talking through that the loss of Midnight meant to both of them undermines the deep loss of another friend that they've both gone through.

To add on to this, Aizawa is shown to be more deeply impacted by Shirakumo's death (who has been dead for longer than he's been alive to him at this point) than Midnight's (that happened fairly recently in canon time.) That only serves to undermine their bond (and Hori doesn't bother to explore her and Mic's that much at all.)

There's also the question: Why is she a hero?

Three interpretations that could be taken here.

the innocent interpretation - she was told her quirk was great for heroics, put through the misogynistic hero machine and used her sex appeal as a massive and unique act "the R Rated hero" to get ahead. Everything is an act, she's really completely different as a person (most of the time Ace/Asexual too), basically the interpretation you see in nearly every fanfic.

The slightly darker interpretation - A exploration of point 1) above Midnight's own skewed experiences and possible past SA through childhood / going through heroics have thoroughly skewed her idea of what is acceptable around others hence why she has no problem acting the way she does.

'Dark Midnight interpretation' - *sigh* I'm going to get hate for this. And this obviously isn't the angle Hori is going but... An angle that could be seen is Midnight being a hero to be a predator and get away with it. Heroes are obviously idolised like celebrities in this universe so this would be the perfect profession to be abusive and get away with it (just like Endeav did.) And despite Endeav being a pillar of red flags he gets away with abusing his family for decades. Similarly, Midnight appears as a pillar of red flags in her act yet it's all waved off as "just a persona" (yes in canon it is but what if it wasn't? Imagine Midnight as a guy teacher for a second... There would be so so much outrage from the fandom at 'his' R rated behaviour especially if it were directed at the female students.)

TLDR: Midnight could have been a great and interesting character to explore the flaws of hero society in whatever angle Hori could have taken with her character. Yet Hori wasted this opportunity to trot her out as a "sexy teacher/bondage mummy" fetish whenever she was onscreen until he got bored and killed her off.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti aizawa shota #aizawa critical #Midnight critical #Nemuri Kayama Critical

[oliviasturniolo21]

Idk why but I really wanted to write a fic to this song so here.

I Need You To.

“If we were meant to be we would have been by now”

“See what you wanna see, but all I see is him right now”

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Parings~ Matt + Y/n

Warnings~ Angst.

not proofread!!

Minors are welcome but read at your own risk! :)

3rd person pov

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Y/n and Matt had known eachother since they were 12, her coming to boston for holiday, and running into who she had no clue, would be her best friend, Nick and Chris also coming as a pair. Y/n had recognized she liked matt when she was 15, now being 19, yet nothing ever came out of it. Her living close to the triplets now L.A. house, seeing them a lot more, made a then crush, now an obsession.

After getting the texts, Y/n got into a very comfy outfit, consisting of, Dark grey baggy sweatpants, a cotton tank top, white nike low rise socks, and Tasman Ugg Slippers. She grabbed her purse, and keys, before doing a final take in the mirror, she had in her mudroom, and headed out.

After arriving at the triplets house, she took out her spare key unlocking the door, and ofc when she entered, locking it again, heading up the stairs, to be greeted by Chris in the kitchen, accompanied by his hourly pepsi, and his phone.

“Heyyy”, “Oh, hey wsp”, “Idrk Matt just wanted to hang out” she says kinda chuckling, “oh ok, have fun, me and nick are abt to go to target with madi, if you want anything lmk.”, “I’m ok, thanks for the offer tho!” she saying walking over to the hallway to be greeted with matt’s closed door, as she opens it with a smile greeting her best friend, he looks kinda sad and nervous yet still smiling, “you ok?”, “oh, um, yea, you just kinda caught me off guard.”, “how, you literally invented me over?” “Yea ik, it’s nothing really” he says patting the spot next to him, on his bed.

She sits down next to him silently, looking at him, as he seems very nervous. “Matt are you sure you’re ok?”, “yea, but I do wanna talk to you about something” “Go on..”, he takes a deep breath, and a quick sigh before looking her in the eyes, “do you like me? Like in a more then friends way?”, Y/n, being very caught off guard, looks at Matt with her jaw so low, feeling like it could fall off at any second. “Oh um, why do you ask?” “Y/n, I just need to know, do you or do you not.” he starts to sound angry, now raising his tone. “jeez, um ig I do, yeah.” “Omg, she was right.” him now standing up clearly extremely upset, Y/n stays stunned, never seeing him like this before. “What, who was right?” “This girl i’ve been seeing, I was talking to her about you, and our FRIENDSHIP, and she said she thought you liked me, I STOOD UP FOR YOU, NOW SHE WONT TALK TO ME AND ITS YOUR FUCKING FAULT.”, “Matt, what? How is that my fault? I didn’t ask you to defend me” “You didn’t have to, Because that’s what real FRIENDS do, they stand up for each-other.” “so what, are you saying i’m not your real friend?” “NO BUT YOU ARE! I’ve never done anything to lead you on” he says now sitting down, “look, Y/n, I love you more then anything, but in a friendly way. Knowing you see more then that, well, I just can’t do that, You know I love you, and I always will, but I can’t see us as anything more then friends, so I think it may be better if we arnt anything at all.” “Matt please, I can change, I promise.”, “No, you can’t change who you like and yk that.” “So what are you saying?” “I think it’s better we end this all now, I think you should go.” “I really don’t want to”, “I need you to”

And with that Y/n stood up, giving matt one last sad look, before walking out of the room, leaving almost 8 years of friendship behind with her.

The end. Hope you guys liked it, as i’ve never wrote angst before. Please leave feedback, good or bad!!

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#Spotify #chris sturniolo #liv_writes #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #oliviasturniolo21 #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #tumblr milestone #chris girl #madi filipowicz

[etoilesombre]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @hms-tardimpala <3

I have noooo idea who has done this already, so tagging @lichfucker @frau-kali @tiofrean @lupismaris @verdanthoney no pressure, also anybody else who wants to

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 18

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 257,419

3. What fandoms do you write for? 95% Black Sails. I have one story for Fetch Phillips Archives, one for the tv show of The Exorcist, and I've committed to one for A Charm of Magpies (book series)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? long as amber of ember glows, to pull me from myself again, The Salt and the Sea, Another Way, Such Terrible Hungers

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely! I love talking about these guys, my writing, fandom in general, anything, and if somebody takes the time to comment i want them to know its appreciated. that said i DO either miss some sometimes or just get overwhelmed with life but it is always my intention.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhh for all the angst IN the stories i'm actually secretly a softie i usually leave things pretty good. but. ok if we're doing story not series, then its definitely A Composite Unity

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Princes of the New World, the end there is PURE wish fulfillment in a way I had never done before and likely never will again. Wanna see Silver be a pretty princess and then get fucked so good it breaks canon? Also Kittenfic if you want something that is actually not smut for once. Yes it has actual kittens. It is sad and sweet and i think reasonably plausible in canon, but. It was written for a ficfest prompt "betsy has kittens and silver adopts them on maroon island.'

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? OH BOY DO I lol. I'm not gonna say this is what I'm here for, but, sex is definitely one of my main lenses for exploring character dynamics and psychology. 'What kind' has varied a lot.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not yet, though I've done some concepting. I got pretty far into planning a Hannibal/Black Sails crossover with a friend (set in Black Sails canon era) and that concept still haunts me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Lol. You mean, the whole reason I ever started writing at all? Yeah, Silverflint. I'm Still Processing.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uhh ot3 swimming

16. What are your writing strengths? Making fic feel true to canon. Dialogue, character exploration through sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Showing things in summary rather than getting into every damn detail. Heavily plotted fic, fic that covers a long period of time. At least, these are things I don't do intuitively and have not yet pushed myself to do? Also imagery, my writing is pretty functional.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Absolutely fine, but do it well. Which to me means, if it is not a language you speak fluently, google translate is not enough, ask a native speaker to review it. Also, needs to be there for a reason. There's gonna be some Spanish in longfic once I finally get back to it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Black Sails.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? Oh god I really don't know if I can pick. Honestly it might be By Faith of My Body, the one where pining!Flint and Madi have highly fraught conversations about books. But that's what I'm working on now and its possible 'favorite' is just 'whatever's in front of my face.'

#ask game #my writing #fanfic

[madisonbeersource]

I’m sure that Silence Between Songs is the kind of album that I wouldn't like directly.

(unlike Life Support which was love at first sight) but that I would like it after listening to the songs several times.

for example, I didn't really like "Envy the leaves" at first listen, but now I think It’s a very pleasant song to listen to.

when I listened to “Life Support” and heard “Homesick” (I’m a Rick and Morty fan so understand my emotion) or “Stained Glass” I was immediately won over. from the first listen.

I’m still listening to the album I really love “Ryder.” I don't know, I think it's a moving song.

In “Life Support” there were songs that could make you cry like « Default » or “Selfish” (even though this song is a real masterpiece) or like “Everything Happens For A Reason”. But in the new album there are mouving songs. not necessarily sad.

« Reckless » is a sad song. Honestly this song is clearly the “Selfish” from “Silence Between Songs”. It's about deception, broken hearts...but the instrumental is of incomparable quality.

in « Life Support » , we felt that Madi wanted to talk to us about mental health. especially in « Default ». I felt that. This sadness and this distress.

But I don't feel that in the New album.

I have the impression that she seems to be doing a little better, that she’s still looking for her musical identity a little and that she wanted to prove to people that she is capable of singing something other than pop songs like “Baby” or “Boyshit” which are quite upbeat.

For all these reasons, for the fact that I learn to love and discover the album (and not to fall in love immediately) and that I learn, like everyone else, that she looks like getting better, I give it a score of 9,3 out of 10.

I don't know why Madi is so underrated.

She deserves to be nominated for competitions, to win prizes, if only for the fact that she writes and that she participates enormously in the creation of her songs.

I could even say that "Life Support" convinced me more than "Positions" by Ariana Grande (even if I am a big fan of Ari.)

We understood each theme of Madi's songs, they were intimate, (as if we could talk with Madi) moving, sometimes sad. and above all, they were not talking about the same thing, where Ari only talked about sexual relations.

I don't know why, but I feel that "Silence Between Songs" is well on its way to becoming my new favorite and joining its brother "Life Support" which is already in my heart.

tell me what u think about all this

❤️

P.S : Call me baby, I Know u go home to another one 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

P.P.S : My thumbs hurt, I've written too much

P.P.P.S : Can u tag me ? ❤️

@safinkd (you ask me to tag you...i hope that is what you meant qsdfghgfds)

also you voiced my thoughts exactly, SBS is not the same intensity as Life Support, like we've waited for Life support for years, it felt as if we wrote it w her, and idk I think she wrote it in a way like it couldn't have been better...like from the intro to channel surfing the direction the production was INSANE like the songs placement, idk something felt like a once in a lifetime event !

SBS missed on songs like follow the white rabbit, you know what i mean, like dark, addictive, twisted but still w her vulnerability does that make sense? sdfghgfds but you feel me.

but SBS is still a GOD DAMN MASTERPIECE of an album, just different and maybe a lil more mature, it makes me feel the same way as when billie Eilish released her new album like i felt the same way i didn't like "happier than ever" compared to "when we all fall asleep where do we go?" it felt the same way w SBS except i actually enjoy all the SBS songs!

the whole album feels like this gif

yes I LOVED when she went from good in goodbye to default then follow the white rabbit IT WAS BRILLIANT, SBS does not feel as tied up in a beautiful ribbon but maybe i like darker stuff than SBS IDK but once again i think SBS grows on u as u listen to it!!

Positions by ariana was trash ngl ...................................... like a whole album about sex? it's sad imo.

ps; say you hate me, it's okay boy you're not the only oneeeeee

i love you x

#ask

[strombolifanxxx123]

sturniolo triplets murder mystery (ps. This is my first one and there are a few errors in this so , sorry!)

One day , Matt decided to invite his friends over for a catch-up- as they haven’t seen each-other in over two months.

“Hi guys come on in”, nick says as Nate , Madi , Maddison (beer),Justin , baylen and Larray  walked in . “Matts in the other room getting ready , apparently he wants to play this game but I don’t really know what game” nick says in confusion. After a few moments , Matt walks in with a board game labeled “murder mystery”.

“CHRIS GET THE FUCK IN HERE” Matt yells excitedly , DESPERATE to play this unopened game , unheard of at that . 

Silence filled the room as Chris walked in. Nothing. At all.

“Let’s get this started” larray says breaking the excruciatingly awkward silence. Nothing was gonna break game night for Matt , or so he thought. 

“Ok so I’m gonna hand out cards once I shuffled them , then read your card and if it says murderer then you grabs the fake knife when everyone closes their eyes . The sheriff card grabs the fake gun and closes their eyes again. Once you do that rounds will come and the game is slow and descriptive so it’s a little bit longer if you don’t mind” . Matt explains the rest and shuffles the cards , placing the, out one by one in front of each player . Everyone looked at their card expect for Matt , who was the reader , and he said to everyone “close your eyes , no peeking. You’re in a dark room , the murderer, open your eyes . Justin revealed his brown eyes shining in the light . “Pick up an excuse card” Matt says in the eerily lit room. “Murderer , grab the card and the knife . Read the card and place it down. Murderer , close your eyes. Sheriff, open your eyes. Grab a reason card (a revenge card) and read it . Place it back down . Chris opens his ocean blue eyes revealing a world of new heaven. “Grab the gun now. Sheriff , close your eyes”. Matt explains the rules again and tells them to open their eyes. “EVERYONE, MAKE AN EXCUSE!Madi , why you so sad?”

“Umm… my… my dad! He is…ill! Yep suuuppperrr ill.” She says stuttering along the way.

“Nick , why are you so down today?”

“Our dog Trevor had to be put down , he was super ill :( “ nick said even pulling off a few teardrops.

“Lovely now Justin , what’s your excuse.” Matt repeats himself over and over again.

“My mom was murdered and I just feel so sad and lonely and I don’t know how to express it,” he says in a rather convincing voice.

“Now Maddison , what’s got you feeling so low?”

“My uncle was hit by a truck and I’m just so sad because I knew him all my life and I knew him more then my mom even.”

“Larray , why you got an upside down frown?”

“Well I’m being made fun of because of my race but I asked to fight and they said I’m getting arrested for nothing.”

“Nate! That smile isn’t good , why you like this?”

“Well my family just disowned me and my loved ones are dying and I’m just so upset.”

“Ok everyone stick to your source. Close your eyes. The room goes darker , you can’t see anything!” His words were cut off by the swoosh  of the wind , taking out the candle flames that were previously lit. 

“Brrr , it’s so cold. The murderer needs a coal replacement , they rad out , the only thing that would work is…BLOOD. The murdered has 15 seconds to choose who to kill.” Matt says . Justin opens his eyes , incredibly disturbing thoughts overrule his mind. 

“I hate nicks attitude so maybe him”

            “But Chris is SO energetic”

“Matts just my fav so no”

                                                                    “I don’t know madi that well”

“Nate has a weird ass receding hairline”

                    “Larray just screams ho3”

  “Maddison is just. No”

“5 more seconds murderer” Matt said waiting for Justin to decide , who should die , the first round.

He wrote down a name and immediately closed his eyes.

Matt went over to the person Justin chose and whispered in their ear, “lay down , you have been killed . Everyone open your eyes.” 

Everyone opened their eyes and immediately was shocked to see MADDISON BEER laying on the hard ground ,Maddison  got up and picked up a reason of death card. 

“It says , was thrown off a building, bye bye . Now what?” Maddison questioned curiously.

“You lay there or sit there and say nothing,” Matt says “you’re out”.

The room was silent , not even Matt spoke. The silence was broke when nick said “ Hurry the fuck up Matt or I’m just going “

“OK JEEZE. Now everyone close their eyes , sheriff, open them. You must pick three people to add to your suspect list. Pen , paper , write their names.” Matt said obeying nicks demand and making an EXTREMELY clear statement. Chris whispered “what? Ohhhh now I know.”

“Everyone close their eyes,” Matt said as he received the list of three people on it. 

                                           List of names

                                              1. Justin

                                               2. Madi

                                                  3. Nick

All three names written down , which one was right? Justin obviously but they didn’t know. 

Everyone opened their eyes on depend just to see Maddison was missing. Where did she go?

Nick went to the bathroom upstairs and looked outside the window in disgust . 

“GUYS… COME HERE NOW” Nick yells sending a loud thunder of his voice throughout the house “MADDISON IS OUTSIDE BUT… NOT ALIVE!”

“OMG” Matt says confused. “NICK GO HELP HER PLEASE.” 

“K.” Nick walks outside and runs over to Maddison.

“Maddison… are you ok?” He asks sitting down by her , feeling worried for her.

“Be…behind you” Maddison whimpers. Her last words. He turns round and sees a masked person holding a knife , about to attack nick.

“HELP ME SOMEONE!” Nick yells in fear as he runs away. Suddenly Matt arrives with a shovel and hits the ,asked person over the head with it , causing them to fall.

“Get inside now!” Matt yells running inside , nick trailing behind him.

“Lock the door… maybe it’s a prank?” Matt says trying to find the best possibility.

“Matt , she was covered in blood , her wrist was broken and she barely had a pulse. She’s gone Matt. And that wasn’t a fake mask. It…was bloody as fuck.”

“NICKKK?” Madi yells wondering where nick was now.

“MADI IM INSIDE QUICKLY COME ON” nick replies. She comes banging on the door and nick opens the door letting her in.

“Thanks Nick.”

“No problem madi.” Nick says , his hands shaking in fear that he was next.

Nate suddenly picked up a reason card for no reason other than he was bored.

“NATE PUT IT BACK NOW!” Nick yells “ It looked like Maddison was thrown out the window. That was her card.”

“Tough shit I already read it,” Nate says showing his card that read “gutted and intestines spread everywhere”. 

“OH MY FUCKING GOD NATE YOURE DEAD”

“What the fuck you mean , no I’m not.” His words were cut off by electrical sparks. They lasted for a minute until the only thing you could hear was the agony  in Nate’s voice ,  painfully screaming. 

“NATE WHERE ARE YOU?” Matt yells anxiously.

Silence. No response. The screaming , the splattering of something upstairs. Stopped. 

Matt started backing up until he reached a corner and he sat down with fear running down his spine. His hands were shaky and tears started rolling down his eyes silently and delicately , another tear drop rolled down his face. 

“Matt it’s ok just breathe in , and out ok? In , out” Chris repeats to Matt over and over again knowing he was having a panic attack. 

Nick went upstairs and closed the door immediately after he viewed the body of one of his best friends , laying on his bed , blood everywhere and his insides on the outside . 

The only thing that was visible enough to read was blood covering the wall and it said “guess who.” What did it mean?

Matt was clearly petrified , struggling to get out of the corner whilst nick blocked the door.

“Get out madi…” nick said still traumatised from the previous event. 

“Nick , please ,” madi pleaded but it was no use. He wouldn’t budge. A minute later a card came to Chris’s feet, yet he didn’t grab it. Was it the wind? But the window is shut. He flipped it over and it says “stabbed in the side” he ignored the bottom because he thought it was all bullshit. 

“CHRIS WATCH OUT!” Matt yelled pushing him away. A masked figure stood tall behind him and Matt was stabbed in the Sid. Silly Chris the card wasn’t his , it was matts!

“Matt!” Chris cried in desperation to help his older brother.

Matt sat there in pain and he sobbed in agony , hoping someone would help him. All of a sudden , the masked person fell to the ground , holding his side. 

“Justin?” Matt said wondering why Justin was holding a knife.

“No no Matt I helped you. He was gonna fucking kill you!” He says trying to convince Matt he was good. 

“I don’t… feel so good…” Matt says before falling sidewards , falling unconscious.

“Matt … MATT? MATT!” Chris yelled hoping for Matt to wake up but it was no use , he wouldn’t budge. Chris started sobbing , hoping Matt was ok. He buried his head in his lap , feeling greif wave over him. He sighed in despair , feeling so worried about his brother. Chris looked up to see the masked man… gone? Where was he now… wait… NICK IS UPSTAIRS!

“NICK!”

“CHRIS HELP ME!” Nick said in a teary voice. Baylen ran upstairs hopeful for Nick. Suddenly Chris heard a voice. A voice like… his brother Matt!

“Ch…Chris?” Matt said whilst he tried getting up.

“Matt?!” Chris yelled happy that his brother was awake and ok.

“GUYS COME UP HERE NOW!” Baylen yelled needing to get their attention.

“NICK’S HURT COME QUICK!” He adds on. They dash upstairs and Madi trails behind , hoping the best for her friend. They walk in nicks bedroom where Nate lied motionless , no pulse. He was dead. Nick was laying by the writing and they all read the wall.

“Guess who?” Larray questioned. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know larray,” nick says standing up looking completely fine. “Guess who? Guess who murdered him dumbass.” He started walking closer to the bed covered with blood. He grabbed a knife that was laying there , painted with a red substance. “So? Guess who. Justin! You know?” Nick says swinging the knife by his side.

“Nick?” Justin says teary-eyed. “But why?”

“Why? WHY? DO YOU KNOW HOW IT IS TO BE ME? NO. I’M NEVER HEARD BY ANYONE SO IF THERES LESS PEOPLE TO HEAR , YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME.”

“BUT NICK , YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIENDS,” Justin adds on “FUCK , YOU STABBED YOUR OWN BROTHER.”

“Well there’s too many fuckin’

“Ooh look at Matt this

                                        Look at Matt that.”

WELL NOW , ITS MY TIME TO SHINE,” he said walking up to Justin.” If you were me , you would do it too.” He walks over to madi and stabs her and she drops to the floor in pain.Chris walked upstairs after helping Matt stop bleeding.

“K matts not bleeding and he’s ok. Did I miss something?”

“No Chris , you didn’t,” nick said.

“Why Nick…”Justin said “ JUST WHY DID YOU NEED TO STAB HIM?!” 

“NICK STABBED SOMEONE?” Chris said cluelessly.

“Where’s Matt….” Justin asked wanting to know if Matt was alright.

“Downstairs but WHO THE FUCK DID NICK STAB?”Chris asked wanting to be informed on who nick stabbed.

“GUESS CHRIS. WHO WAS TAKING ALL MY SPOTLIGHT ALL THESE YEARS? WHO’S BEEN THE ONE WHO HASNT BEEN BODY SHAMED? WHO’S THE ONE I HAVE A MATCHING TATTOO WITH?”Nick says with tears forming in his eyes.

“YOU GUYS DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL. NO ONE GETS HOW IT FEELS TO BE SHAMED FOR BEING MYSELF. BEING GAY ISNT BAD. I DONT CARE IF WHAT IM DOING IS WRONG , THEY DESERVE IT AND ONCE IM DONE WITH YOU GUYS… ITS GONNA BE ALL ME!” He says feeling no shame in what he did although it was completely wrong.

“Matt?” Chris questioned still delusional.

“WOW YOU CRACKED THE CASE SHERLOCK,” nick yelled sarcastically.

“Yayyyy. Wait. WHATT YOU TRIED KILLING MATT?” He said finally catching on.

“Yea no shit.”

“Nick, stop this,” his words were cut off by a scream… larrays.

“AHHHH” Larray screamed clearly in fear. He only JUST walked in and he didn’t know how to react. Suddenly , Justin remembered madi was laying on the floor after being stabbed.

“OH MY GOD MADI ARE YOU OK?” He asks FINALLY taking notice. Suddenly he felt a pain in his stomach.

“Yea Justin…I’m fine,” madi smirks , taking the knife out of his stomach. She takes nicks knife and stabs her head but she wasn’t bleeding.

“Ugh the fake blood ran out. Anyways don’t worry , it’s retractable. BUT the ones we used on everyone else , was fortunately not. I can’t believe you were all so fucking gullible! I mean , the act was spot on!”

“I wasn’t worried…” Chris said feeling bad for Matt who was limping upstairs.

“So it was you…” Matt says groaning , clearly still in pain.

“Yep! And take a guess why? YOU,” Nick says looking away.

“How is Matt alive? The card said stabbed in side.” Nick said completely oblivious. Matt then showed him a the card. The bottom said…

“Alive motherfucker,” Matt says revealing the card.

“YOU ALL JUST IRRITATE ME SO MUCH.” Nick yells. “I JUST WANT A MOMENT FOR ME,” he says still teary-eyed , a tear running from his eye to his lower lip.

“Nick , I know you’re hurting but I…” Matt says before being interrupted.

“NO MATT. YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Larray ran over to Justin as no one was taking any notice and he saw something in Justin’s back… stabbed twice? Yes… nick was stood over Justin and took the knife out of his back , Justin still in shock.

“NICK WHATS…” Larrays words were cut off by his blood curdling screams as madi starts adding new bullets to the gun.

“Late reaction I guess.” She said looking at his head. The bullet had went though his temple meaning there was no way he was alive.

“Three down… six to go,” nick says swaying a knife back and forth.” So who’s next?”

“Hmmm,” madi mumbles pacing back and forth and the pointing at Justin.”You?”

“Please…don’t…”Justin says as his words weren’t coming out of his mouth clearly. Nothing. He looked…dead… he lay there motionless as blood came gushing out of his stomach and back.

“MATT?” Chris screamed wondering where he was.

“NO NO NO! GREAT ITS ALL RUINED NOW.CHRIS” Nick said pointing the knife at Chris.“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING. TELL ME NOW!” He said trying to get Chris to talk yet it was no use , all he said was 

“ NOTHING NICK I SWEAR!”

“Well… in the meantime , you’re next I guess.”

“OKAY OKAY FINE!” Chris yelled trying to stay alive.

“He’s at the front door waiting for you… he has a bat and a knife so be ready…”

Chris said , exposing the blue-eyed boy downstairs, waiting to attack.

“Matt! MATT!” Nick yelled trying to find Matt but he wasn’t there.

“COME ON CHRIS!” Matt yelled , gaining Chris’s attention… but something was off… something in matts voice sounded… different.

“OKAY! Chris yelled and Nick ran upstairs to see there was no one there… where was Chris.

“CHRIS , MATT , GET HERE” nick screeched.

“GET HERE OR POOR LITTLE BAYLEN DIES , “ Madi says as she walked upstairs with a gun to his throat. Suddenly , Baylen dropped to the floor after the weight on his chest (from Madis hands) had lifted and he fell to the floor , finally being released from her. It all came to nick when Matt arrived behind Madi with a baseball bat.Matt  wasn’t shouting to Chris , Chris was yelling to himself!

“You fucking prick…” nick whispered as he grabbed madi in his arms and checked to see if she was ok.

“YOU BITCH,” madi yelled at Matt after she got up.

“I hate you Nick. You’re a horrible brother and you deserve nothing other then to go to fucking hell , “ Chris yelled “I FUCKING HAT-“ his words were cut off my the sound of extremely loud sirens. 

“What…” madi said cluelessly and nick said the same thing.

“I don’t know Nick , guess who?” A male voice came thundering from behind him.

“D…dad?” Nick said wondering why his father was here.

“Yes , yes . I’m here , I came home early ,” Jimmy said.

“Where the fuck were you!?” Chris yelled and ran to his father and buried himself in his dads arms.

“I went on a trip with your mom but I had to come back early… I came back and I saw blood on nicks windows… I wonder why!” He yelled , holding Chris in his arms.

“Well it’s too late now , everyone’s basically dead.

“No no no , not everyone.”

“Yes everyone , other than madi , Matt , Chris and you but maybe…you guys are next!”

“No nick , you listen to me,” He said walking closer up to Nic and snatching his weapon.” Madi , is already gone!” He revealed the floor behind him to see that madi wasn’t in the room. Suddenly , a deafening screech came from downstairs,

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Nic yelled as he sprinted down the flight of stairs and saw madi tied to a chair.

“Who…” Nic tried to ask before he fell on his knees. A pair of hands on his shoulders pushed him down and a voice came from behind him.

“Nicolas Antonio sturniolo , you are under arrest for the homicide of Nate doe , Maddison beer , Larray Merritt and Justin Carey.

“Wait what about…” his words were shortened as a voice came from over him.

“Me? Forgot about your buddy didn’t ya?” Baylen whispered as Nick stared at him in anger. A couple hours later , they arrived at the police station and nick stared at the camera holding up a sign next to his chest. Madi followed behind and the photographs were stored with all of the rest of them.

“Number 8642019 and 8642020 step up please,” a woman voice came thundering through the speakers. Nick and madi went up and their pictures were taken.

“I have to look pretty for my mugshot!” Madi exclaimed , fixing her hair.

“Well…” Matt said holding his side. “That’s it… i hope.” Nick and madi were taken to their cells.

“For now…” nick yelled through the room.

                              Would he be back soon?

[myeuphoricmindset]

20 Questions For Fic Writers:

Thank you for the tag @trinitywifey & @leelei1980

1) How many works do you have on A03? I think I have twelve, could be more.

2) What's your total AO3 word count? 200,000+

3) What fandoms do you write for? Stranger Things & The Last of Us

4) What are your top five fics by likes? His Salvation, It will always be you, perfect illusion, Kissed by death, & Haunted by you.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I always try my best to respond to all comments because that's what inspires me to keep posting my work.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? His Salvation.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It will always be you or Haunted by you.

8) Do you get hate on fics? Surprisingly, I haven’t. I don’t even know how, but I’m thankful. I feel for my friend writers that do, because there is nothing worse than putting your heart into your art for someone to shit on it.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? Yes and what kinds are there? lol

10) Do you write crossovers? I haven’t yet. Well, I wrote a scream Eddie oneshot, if that counts.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, not that I’m aware of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? No, unless someone didn’t tell me.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? From my fics: Madi & Eddie. Outside of my fics: Joel Miller and me, duh.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? The shifting reader x Eddie fic that is a few thousand words in.

16) What are your writing strengths? I get a lot of good feedback on the building of the emotional parts of my stories and my writing style. I’d say I’m good at keeping people interested (with cliffhangers or drama).

17) What are your writing weaknesses? I’d like to work on my dialogue more.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don’t feel comfortable or fully equipped to write another language in my fics, unless I had someone that spoke that language helping me.

19) First fandom you wrote for? When I was thirteen I wrote fanfic about Joe Jonas hahaha. I posted them on YouTube, which I find hilarious now. I definitely don’t write fanfics of real people now, but I was a kid back then so I look back and laugh now. After that I didn’t write fanfic until 2022 and it was about Eddie.

20) Favorite fic you've written? His Salvation or Kissed by Death.

No pressure tags: @sweetsweetjellybean @wroteclassicaly

#fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writers #fanfic writer

[anastasiaskarsgard]

This is something I wrote long ago and just decided to throw out there. Inspired by young blonde bill the mysterious, well dressed guy in that odd Swedish film “Pigan brinner!”

Madison’s father was a take over capitalist. He bought struggling companies that he saw potential in, aggressively attempted to rescue them, and when that rarely didn’t work, he dismantled it and sold all its assets. It had proved to be an exceptionally lucrative strategy for her fathers bank account, but not so much for his or her social life.

When she was younger, she thought he was heroic, “saving” all these companies, but as she aged, she realized he destroyed much more than he saved. This type of lifestyle required a lot of relocating, making it difficult to make friends or have a boyfriend.

Her father didn’t have much more luck in the relationship department, and had recently sworn off finding her a new mother. Unfortunately, that meant all his focus fell on his only child, and protecting her from evil boys her own age.

“Daddy, you cannot tell me the reason I can’t go to a dance with a boy is because you used to be one. I think you’re fantastic. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” Madison smiled sweetly.

“What do you know about this boy? What do his parents do? What kind of grades does he get? Is he in sports? What universities is he considering? Is he promiscuous? How did he ask you to this dance? How does he intend on getting you there?” Her father fired off at her.

“Would you like a full report on him and his family and known acquaintances, or do you need a blood sample as well?” She replied, rolling her eyes.

“I’m going to need more than the kids name. How about you ask him over for dinner so I can decide if he’s worth your time?”

Madison huffed, but knew they her father could not be moved, once he had his mind made up. “Fine daddy, I’ll have him come over tomorrow night and you can ask him anything you please.”

The next evening

“So how far have you gone with a girl?”madisons father asked in beteween bites.

“Daddy! That is inappropriate!” Madison shrieked.

“He’s a good looking kid, answered all my questions confidently, and doesn’t appear to be intimidated by me in the least. I can count how many times that’s happened on one hand. You’re an impressive young man, but there will be no hanky panky happening with my little girl.”

Madison had never been so embarrassed in her life. She couldn’t take it anymore. Getting up from her seat, she ran to her room, sure that Justin would want nothing to do with her. Forget the fact they were both seniors and 18, her father treated her like a child. What guy would want to spend time with her after being interrogated for an hour?

When there was a knock at the door, she assumed it was her father, so she ignored it. Drowning in self pity, she didnt notice the sound of the door opening or notice anyone sitting on her bed.

“Your dad means well.”

Screaming and leaping from her bed with all the grace of a giraffe, Madison lost her footing and fell in a pile on the floor, stunned the evening had somehow gotten worse.

Looking up at Justin’s handsome face, she was surprised to find him attempting to help her up, with a look of concern. No laughing or movkery or confusion.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just come in. Now let’s see if you can stand up princess.” He said as he lifted her up and inspected her.

Madison was too flustered to fight him and couldn’t help but be pleased with his behavior. She’d learned his reputation, and was baffled by how he treated her. By all accounts Justin was not a nice boy, but he had put up with her father, never was rude to her, and always took care of her. Plus he had that face. She had no clue what to think of him.

Suddenly lips were on hers and she froze. He was not kissing her was he? Eyes wide, Madison looked to see Justin pulling away smirking.

“You’re so adorable Madi,” he chuckled as he booped her on the nose. “I’ve got to go before your father figures out, I didn’t leave, but I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”

All Madi could do was nod her head in agreement and watch him go.

Turning around once more, he flashed her a smile and just like that, he was gone. Falling back on her bed, she couldn’t stop the dopey smile. Touching her lips, she absentmindedly, brushed her fingertips over where his lips had been moments ago.

“I’m so boned.” She spoke out to the empty room.

Meanwhile…

Justin made his way to his new Range Rover. Little apology from his dad for missing another event or whatever. He’d missed so many, Justin had lost count. Even though his parents were still married, it was common knowledge his father had a mistress and a few kids with the whore. The past couple years, he spent more time with them, then his actual wife and legitimate children, but Justin didn’t care as much as his older siblings did. He was the baby, so both parents tried to buy his affection. They were both wealthy, but neither came close to his little princess.

Madison was the most intriguing, gorgeous, sheltered girl he’d ever come across. Sure he’d had his share of virgins, but Madison wasn’t naive or stupid. She just lived in a very controlled, protected environment that he wasn’t sure how to overcome.

Her father was famous for being ruthless, and that personality trait didn’t stop with his daughter. Unlike his own parents that were quite lax on overseeing his activities, Madison’s father was hyper vigilant. If it wasn’t him personally keeping track of her, it was the bodyguards, drivers, instructors, tutors, and other staff he employed solely to monitor his only child. Most guys his age would be scared away, but he wasn’t most guys, and he could tell Madison liked him.

Making his way off the sprawling estate, he texted Madison goodnight and a picture of them from earlier in the evening.

Never had he been so fixated on a girl, but never had he failed in getting anything, or anyone he truly wanted.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #my writing #pigan brinner! #Swedish film #rich kids #no clue where I was going with this but here it is

[anewbeginningagain]

Your full thoughts on the dance event?

Let's do this by order of placement in the FD

Nauryzova/Datiev - very slow, very messy

Nette/Westwood - felt like they were underscored, their lifts were very nice and they had nice flow and decent speed. Definitely showing promise

Lafond-Fournier/Kam - nice music that @macaroni-rascal evidently identified as music Tessa used which was hella impressive. They lost some steam in the second half but overall a solid performance

KanaDai and KoKo - will get their own post since this is wild

Harris/Chan - the best they skated this FD all season and showing some really nice qualities, they have a great flow and very nice edge work (that gets sloppy at times). The twizzles are for sure her nemesis. That being said I'm not a fan of the revamped second half of the FD, I get why they changed it but I preferred the old music.

Lauriault/LeGac - it's no secret I like this FD but this wasn't a strong outing for them, they lacked speed and attack and felt slow and tentative even during elements they usually shine in. However, this was still a breakthrough season for them as they consistently beat Soucisse/Firus (who got passed by them, L/L, and even S/W at nationals).

CPom - for me WUZROBBED, their protocols annoy me a lot because the only flaw you see is judges being bitchy towards them. Their choreo spin move is lovely yet gets little love, their character steps are fire and get little love. I hope they and Scott/Madi/Adria/MF will figure out how to max their potential on choreo elements, the rest will come naturally I hope.

Green/Parsons - did well but looked off on lifts and choreo elements, Love the entrance into the spin, their choreo steps were generic but scored too well. I do like them a lot, but MIDA better figure our an identity for them because another season of meh programs will for sure hurt them.

Lajoie/Lagha - their consistency is so impressive, they had one error this entire season and it was a small one during the choreo steps in the RD at skate Canada. I love their RD slightly more than the FD but them being able to do both styles so well is a testament to their abilities. As Ben Agosto wrote, "future world champs".

Candanes - had the best competition of their life and with Laurance having a MCL tear. I feel like if they skate like this at Worlds they have an outside shot at Bronze, either way I just love seeing them deliver like this.

Chock/Bates - my unpopular opinion is that their FD totally grew on me and I enjoy it quite a lot. They are very smart and strategic about their elements, they know how to max their choreo elements GOEs and that's what's been giving them a push the entire last quad. I think their packaging is smart, their elements and their placement is smart (OBSESSED with the choreo spin), and overall as I said before I would rather see them take Worls gold than G/P at this point...

Lastly, shout out to the ice dancers who ovedrall managed the altitude very very well in the FD.

What did you all think about 4CC dance?

#4ContsFigure

[hehevoldy]

Didn't know Wells was Clarke's first boyfriend I hope nothing happens between them in the books or any other love triangles but since it's a YA it might I just thought it would be interesting if they kept that aspect in the show for when Jaha enters the story and we see that relationship on the show because he basically shot his own father for Octavia lol Okay I'm going to be real Bellamy's death was because of Jason being petty Bob wanted some time off for his mental health so Jason wrote his death there's been confirmation that Bellamy wasn't supposed to die I actually think the entire plotline with Bellamy was horrible and should never of happened it made no sense I hated how everyone turned their back on him. Did they relly go "uggh" evertime someone mentioned Bellarke how come I thought they liked the ship? I will never watch anything from Jason again he ruined this series I was only watching the last season because of Bellarke and we didn't get anything with them I thought she would of done what he did last season doing everything to save him but nope we never got them to even kiss unless you count the cpr scene :(

At least in the books he is. The love triangle is very one-sided, though.

I don't remember if he knows that Jaha is his father at first 🤔 I donated the books to, so I might have to find an ebook if I want to reread them at some point.

Bob didn't deserve all of that. For me, he carried the show from the start. There were amazing characters on the show but one of the only ones that was giving the 100% from the start was Bellamy's character.

They were annoyed by the questions about Bellarke, but from what I understand, it was because at every freaking panel somebody asked about Bellarke.

I feel so sad about all the wasted potential with them. Jason did everyone super dirty. They deserved a good and wholesome storyline. Not a 'happily ever after,' but a 'they have each other so they'll be ok' kind of thing because that's what their relationship was all about. Instead, we got a Bellamy who was ok with torturing Madi and a Clarke that killed him for nothing.

Now I want to watch Bellarke edits on youtube just to remember all the possibilities 😩

#bellamy x clarke #bellarke #the 100

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"FRIENDS"

summary: no one told y/n life was gonna be this way - her housmates are trying to identify jay’s secret girflriend, but that's the least of her problems. all while this is happening, y/n and jay must maintain their relationship while hiding it from their friends and y/n’s older brother jake. genre: crack, fluff, smau. warnings: swearing, sexual references, bad jokes. pairing: park jongseong (jay) x female reader

schedule: updates every day. status: complete but uploading chapters to tumblr. a/n: send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or add yourself to the taglist here! date started: 071221. date finished: 260522

THIS IS BASED ON THE TV SHOW FRIENDS AND ITS CHARACTERS ROSS AND RACHEL.

listen to the playlist while you read!

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680 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

Could you do a Steve Harrington request set during second half of his and the Henderson!reader’s senior year (aka after season 2) where he finds out she likes him when he asks to borrow her notes for a class without her realizing inside are notes between her and her best friend about her crush on him?

hiii anon! tysm for requesting this, it was so adorable i loved it so much! hope you like it 😌

“LOVE LETTERS”

summary: steve asks to borrow your notes for the lesson. you give them to him, forgetting about the messages you and your best friend jamie wrote about your feelings for a certain someone. genre: fluff, bit of angst if you squint. warnings: swearing? pairing: steve harrington x reader (sorry, i didn’t see the henderson part!) an: this request was so cute i loved it so much!

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696 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

“ACCEPTANCE”

summary: you’d always felt guilty about dating regulus black, but after he calms you down from an anxiety attack, both you and your friends are able to accept it. genre: angst, fluff. warnings: anxiety, panic attack. pairing: regulus black x reader.

You'd already been nervous when presenting your History of Magic oral in front of the class, but with Professor Binns gliding around the room as you spoke, you felt even more nervous.

The entire class was talking. You'd tried to get their attention once before, but no one had heard you. Even your friends weren't really paying attention.

James was shamelessly flirting with Lily over two desks. Sirius had folded up an old sheet of parchment into the shape of an elephant and Remus bewitched it to walk across his table. The only person who was really paying attention to you was Regulus, but you guess it didn't really count because he was your boyfriend.

Professor Binns seemed to remember that you were at the front of the class - or maybe it had only just occured to him - but either way, he adressed the year level and they all shut up, although you didn't know if their attention was better or worse.

James grinned at you as Sirius gave you the thumbs-up. Remus smiled softly at you, but your throat still felt dry, but as you looked towards the back of the classroom, you spotted Regulus, tossing his dark curls back, laughing quietly at something his friend, Lucius Malfoy, had said. Almost instantly, your shaky breaths began to calm down.

Your relationship with Reggie was secret. His friends knew about it, but your friends didn't. It took a long time for his mates to accept you and your blood status (and sometimes they were still mean about it) but you knew it would take your friends a much longer time to understand, especially since Sirius was Regulus's older br -

"Y/N," said Binns, "any time you could start your speech would be good." the class laughed softly, and you knew it wasn't a mean kind of laughter, but all it did was make you more anxious. You sighed before exhaling shakily. "The giants' war began in the year 1765, and ended gruesomely with a large number of horrific casualties that even Muggles began to notice, however..." you stopped, your mind blanking out. You stared at your presentation cards to look for the rest of your speech, but finding, to your horror, that the text had ended. You shuffled through your other cards, but they were all different topics from where you had left off on the previous card, and your throat suddenly became all wobbly, like your skin was jelly. 

“Um,” you tried to remember what you’d written, but nothing was coming to mind - noting except for fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. “Um. Um. Even Muggles. Muggles began to notice the side effects of the Giants’ war, but they would classify the effects as natural things like earthquakes and tra - tremors. As earthquakes and tremors. They would...”

Someone in the class sighed loudly and rolled their eyes. Your breaths became shaking and suddenly you forgot how to speak, how to comprehend. Your heart was beating at a thousand miles per hour. You could see the class looking at you, but at the same time, you couldn’t see them at all. You were pretty sure that your hands were shaking. Your friends - James, Sirius, and Remus - must’ve noticed that something was wrong, because now they were here with you, at the front of the classroom, even though you heard Professor Binns telling them to return to their seats, and even though the whole class was staring.

Someone was talking to you, and it sounded like Remus. You could only just make out what he was saying as the lycantrhope whispered softly, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, sweetheart. I need you to breathe…” James and Sirius stood behind him and smiled encouragingly. Since Remus had anxiety himself, he always helped to calm you down the fastest, but somehow he just made things worse, because now you were crying, too.

“No,” you shook your head violently, tears spilling from your eyes, “I can’t. I can’t.” but Remus was both patient and persistent, although you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. “Yes, you can,” he said gently, “you can. Just breathe. Deep, slow, calm -” didn’t he know he wasn’t helping? “No,” you whined loudly, “I can’t. I can’t! I need - I need. Need y - you. Reg. Reggie.” you were pretty sure you sounded like a whining dog. Remus nodded encouragingly, “yeah, it’s me, Remmy.” 

You knew he was just trying to help, but his words just made you cry even more, because he had no idea what he was talking about. Why didn’t he understand? “No,” you kept shaking your head, maybe if you shook it he would understand. “No, nononononono. Reggie. Reggie. Want Reggie. REGULUS.” you finally got it out, but as you said his name it felt like you were swallowing knives. 

“What?” spat Sirius, glaring at you profusely, “what’re you talking about? Don’t you mean, Remus? Why would you want Regulus? What would you even want to do with Regulus -” but you kept crying, kept shaking your head, whispering your boyfriend’s name. You didn’t just want him, you needed him to pull you into his arms -

“Excuse me,” his voice broke the barrier that had been blocking out your friends and everything else in the classroom, “excuse me. I need to get to her, please. Move. Out of the way. Sirius! Move.'' After an excruciatingly long number of seconds, the boys shuffled to the side. Finally, finally Regulus was here. You knew that the class was staring, but didn’t care. You were just so relieved to hear him speak to you that you began to cry again.

“Shh,” Regulus wrapped his arms around you, crouching as he held you. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Can you look at me, dove? I just need you to look at me. It’s okay, dove, it’s okay, just take your time, alright? Don’t worry about it.” with each word your boyfriend spoke and every shape he drew on your back, your breaths began to calm down. You looked up slowly, your big orbs meeting his beautiful, dark eyes. 

You drowned in his gaze instantly before realising what had happened, and noticing that everyone was watching - not just watching, staring, uncomfortably, at the scene unfolding before them, the scene you had started just because you were an idiot.

And so you buried yourself into Regulus's robes and began crying again, but as silently as you could, because you knew people were watching. Regulus didn't care, though. He held you tight and close, soothing you as you cried. "It's okay, dove, it's okay. I've got you, alright? Can you breathe f'me? I just need you to breathe, dove. Yeah, exactly like that. You're doing so good, yn. Yeah, there you go. Shh, it's okay..."

After a while, you were finally breathing properly, and you had stopped crying, for real this time; you knew you weren't going to cry again, but you still kept yourself buried in Regulus's clothes as you steadied your breaths.

Once you'd returned back to your normal pace, you inhaled your boyfriend's scent like a drug before mumbling his name into his clothes loudly and looking up at him, "Reggie. Reg, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... to..."

Your Lip trembled but all Regulus did was shrug and smile softly, "it's okay, princess. You just got scared, but that's what I'm here for. Don't get upset about that, alright? I love you, dove. Then Regulus placed his lips softly on your forehead. You couldn’t help but smile  as you melted into him once again, whispering the words, “I love you, too, Reg,” back to him quietly.

Regulus lifted you up to take you back to your seat but stopped, Sirius was walking over to him awkwardly. You buried your head in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, afraid of how his brother was going to react. Was he going to yell at the two of you? Was he going to demand that Regulus leave you? Would he -

“Thank you,” muttered Sirius quietly but sincerely, patting his brother’s shoulder stiffly before giving you a kind smile. You sighed in relief: this was the part that you were worried about the most, having Sirius accept your relationship. But now that Sirius approved of Regulus’s being your boyfriend, you finally felt comfortable letting Regulus console you in public. And as you sat on the desk next to him, one of his friends grinning and moving down a seat, you shrugged on Regulus’s Quidditch sweater, but you felt proud to be dating him, rather than guilty, and that calmed you down the most. 

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759 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#2

“RIPTIDE”

pairing: steve harrington x reader. genre: angst, fluff. summary: yn follows steve into lover’s lake. steve gets angry at her and loses his shit. warnings: st s4 v1 spoilers. swearing. reader kind of hates nancy. a/n: the reader may hate nancy but pls i love her so much i wanna marry her!!

Eddie's boat shook violently on Lover's Lake, but you didn't care. You saw the look on Steve's face, and panic began to settle in your mind.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," the words left your throat before you could filter them. "You're not going down there, you dumb fuck. Nope. Nope. No. No. Nope." and you shook your head.

Steve ignored you. "Okay. I'm gonna go down there, unless any of you guys were on the swim team or did lifeguard training. No arguing." Steve didn't even look at you before diving.

At first, all you did was stare: at the rippling water, the rippling water that was rippling because your best friend had dived in, making the water ripple. 

And then you thought, that was a lot of rippling. 

And then, fuck. He’s in there. How long’s it been? How long had it been until the water stopped rippling, until the water un-rippled, until it stilled? He was still in there, fuck. Steve was still in the water. He was still in the water! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And you were positive that your friends thought that too. Eddie, because he looked nervous, or maybe because he was nervous about everything else. Robin, who turned to Nancy frantically, “hey, Nance. How long has he been in the water?” speaking your mind for you. 

Nancy looked down at her watch, and although you didn’t like her, you thanked god that she had a watch. “Around a minute,” said Nancy calmly, "he’s only been in the water for a minute. He’ll be okay.” it sounded like she was trying to assure herself, and you remembered that you hated her.

You didn’t believe her, either. You didn’t believe her at all. Not just because you hated her. But because you knew Steve, and you knew how stupid he was. Hell, he was the dumbest fuck you’d met in your life. He couldn’t tell his ass from his head. There was a very, very high chance that Steve swam too low, went under for too long -

“Hey guys.” the water rippled again, louder than ever. The four of you in the boat jumped. Robin and Eddie swore loudly. But you didn’t say anything, running over towards the edge of the boat. If you said anything, you were afraid you might cry in front of stupid Nancy Drew.

Steve grinned, “I found the portal.” but it wasn’t like his words were announcing anything good. His words didn’t comfort you like they usually did. Now, they brought tears to your eyes, like they rarely did.

“Steve,” you put your hand on the edge of the boat to balance yourself, but Steve took your hand in his. For a while, it stopped shaking, and it was only the water that was rippling. Steve smiled gently, “hey. Hey, I’m okay. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine. Just stay here, okay? Stay here. I’ve found the portal, and now -”

But before he could finish, Steve fell. Something pulled him down, under the current, tearing him away from your grasp, tearing a scream from your mouth. It was like the horror and fear of loosing your best friend was prying your eyes open, filling them with tears as you stared at the again-rippling water.

Someone grabbed your shoulders. You screamed again, whipping your head around. "Let me go! Let me go!", but they Wouldn't let go. They only let go once you started breathing properly, once you realised who had grabbed your shoulders.

Nancy watched the water fervently. Fuck you, Nancy Wheeler, fuck you! "Y/N, we can't go in yet," said Robin, her voice only a little shaky, "We need to come up with a plan."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "okay." you backed away, closer to the edge of the boat. "Alright, we'll come up with a plan." and you span, the fastest you'd ever spun on your heel, ripping off Steve's warm, denim jumper, ignoring the rest of your friends' cries, diving down into Lover's Lake.

It was dark and murky in the lake, though you weren't sure if it was the light or your eyes. You kicked hard against the water, pushing through the tide. You weren't going to let your clothes weigh you down, not if you were going to find Steve. You couldn't.

And that's when you saw it, beneath a bone pile of coral. A flashing red light, glowing blue at the edges. The portal.

You knew it was humanly impossible, but you swam harder, forcing your breath back inside your lungs. You kicked and kicked, like there was something chasing you, because, let's face it, there probably was.

But then your body began to give out. You could already feel the colour draining from your face. You weren't trained like Steve. There was no way you were going to make it. You were probably going to die in here.

And then you fell.

You fell down, or at least you thought you were falling down. You tumbled upwards, away from Lover's Lake, away from Eddie and Nancy and Robin and Steve, into... oh, fuck.

It was oblivion. Dark blue and blood red oblivion, lonely, silent, screaming Hawkins. And you were lost. Alone in it, the oblivion.

And that's when you heard it. His voice, confused, troubled, angry? "Y/N." your breath hitched in your throat. You turned around and ran over, but Steve didn't hug you. He didn't even smile. Instead, he threw his arms up in the air frustratedly....

"I told you to stay there!" the rage was laced into every syllable of every word. He flung his arms back down. "Dammit, Y/N!" his voice roared throughout the cavern. "Can't you just goddamn listen for once! Look, I get that you want to be feministic or whatever and I'm all for that, but this is LIFE OR DEATH!"

You whispered his name in an utmost level of quiet, "Steve." worried about the gashing cut on his chest. "Steve, you -" but he wasn't having it. He threw his arms up again, "Y/N, I don't care! I don't care that you wanted to be the hero, okay? Because what if -" and he drew a harsh, shaky breath, "what if you played the hero and you got yourself killed? What are you gonna say when you're dead and I don't have you anymore, when it's practically my fault that I don't have you anymore, because you were a dumb fuck and went and got yourself killed before I could ever say -"

But you didn't let him finish. As the invisible, normal, nonupsidedownian Hawkins water rippled around you, you knew you weren't ever going to let him finish, because you'd always know what he was going to say a million times before he said it. And you knew, right then and there, exactly what he was going to say in the heated anger of the moment. And you knew he would always and forever be yours.

Yours. Not Nancy's, not Robin's before he knew, not Katy's or Izzie's or Rebecca's or Olive's. He was yours now. Forever and always yours, as you knew you were his, and as he kissed you and then pulled away and said, "I love you," as he leaned forward again and kissed you a second time and when he pulled away again and said, "I'm sorry," the first time, you knew he was yours, even as Robin threw her arms up in the air.

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My #1 post of 2022

steve harrington nsfw headcanons

please call him stevie. it's basically his equivalent of a daddy kink

he especially loves it when you whine it.

"please, stevie, please"

god, he fucking gets off to that.

has a huge size kink

he loves how small you are.

"stevie, you're so big"

"no baby, you're just that small"

hates exhibitionism

it grosses him out

so no public or work sex

massive breeding kink

"are you gonna be good for me, baby? gonna fuck all six of my kids into you."

loves it when you whine or beg

"come on baby, say please."

"show me how much you wanna cum."

prefers you to sit on his face rather than him eating you out but doesn't really care either way

lazy sex and romantic sex

he's so sloppy, ngl

and really cock too

but he's so sweet during sex gahh

he can also be really rough.

like, we're talking, breaks-the-bed-on-accident rough

"STEVE!"

"SHIT!"

"oh come on baby, you can take it. come on. one more. just cream all over my cock. just like that."

"just a bit more, baby, be good for me."

steve doesn't like sharing you, not even with people he trusts

he just thinks it's kind of gross

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what you said in your tags on that htr gyu post... so true madi <3 it's on my mind allll the time like the stars really aligned to make these 13 boys come together 🥺 and not only are they a match made in heaven, they also really put in the effort to make their dynamic(s) work. it's one thing to get along as coworkers, but it's a completely different thing to actively build a strong foundation of friendship, love, trust, acceptance etc and to not take each other for granted. if i think about it too much my head starts spinning 😵‍ "svt found family trope" - you described it perfectly. anyways sappy carat moment of the day i guess, sorry. btw it's always delightful to see you around on caratblr, hope you're doing well mwah 😽💕

AAAAAAA IO ILY !!!! how have u been omg? <33 🥹🥹🥹

pls sappy carat hours are always open on tumblr dot com slash kyeomblr 🥺💕 i could go on and on about how much i adore the boys and their dynamic cause it's my absolute favorite thing about them <3 like i love their music and the members sososo much ofc but their bond is what made them stand out to me from day one and its probably why im so attached to them when i usually drop fandoms so quickly 🥺🥺

youre so right that their commitment to their friendship is so strong and unique. i think it shows a lot in the way they publicly laugh and joke about big fights they had, because theres no way you can tell anecdotes like that so lightheartedly if theres any awkwardness between you. and with 13 members its only natural some personalities would clash and cliques would form, and yea some members are closer to e/o than others, but its so clear that they all value and rely on each other so much. when woozi explained that he wrote circles for his members, and they all got so emotional, i was tearing up too 😭😭💔 cause u read the lyrics and u can really tell that its an ode to his precious members and the hardships they faced together and im just </333 they are each other's youth, and soulmates for real 🥺🥺💕💗

#lets not even mention how comfortable they are w each others families #and how close their families are w each other #omg u know what just popped into my mind-- #when dokyeom was performing xcalibur and seungkwan was in the crowd #and after the show they realized they both got choked up during the same song cause they were thinking of each other #😭😭😭😭 #they are so precious to me i love them so much #ask #pporappippam #my heart is so full right now i feel like its going to burst open if i dont scream about how much i love svt 🥹🥹 #thank u sm for bringing this into my ask io i adore u for this MWAH <33 #hope ur doing sososo well !!!

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D, E, L!

maddie my dearest ❤️❤️❤️ thanks a lot for asking here we gOOOOOOO:

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

star wars-wise? anidala lol. i really wish i could appreciate it enough not to feel extremely uncomfortable when i stumble upon pics or art, but i can't, there's so many things i HATE about the ship i am unable to even look at them. i simply do not perceive their existence.

also, hanleia. and it's han's fault. my girl deserved better.

black-sails wise? silverflint. agfiyct hot take i know and I'm sorry but i hated silver for two seasons and i like him better with madi. also, i only ship flint with thomas so he's basically off-limits in my heart

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

i did! i wrote this obikin ghost au based on a tumblr post and simply turned off my brain lmao. also, Meet the parent! which i wrote by simply looking at the four action figures i had at the time: luke, din, vader and a stormtrooper!

oh and i'm planning on doing it again soon, once again because of a tumblr post that made me laugh

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

mace windu! space nick fury! a badass motherfucker with the coolest lightsaber ever who can be a bit of an uptight bitch but means well and would have probably helped trashlord himself to get all of that darkness under control. i love the level of balance he has achieved and i would love to have him as my master.

thanks a lot, send moooore <3

#elisa answers #ask game #star wars #fandom stuff #i only ever talk about star wars but i swear i like other stuff too #obikin #dinluke #black sails #flinthamilton #madilver? what's the ship name for those two? #mace windu

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Ramasuri

Chapter 8

As expected, Clarke doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with Lexa that night. After crashing into her to give her a massive hug, Madi drags her back inside before Clarke has even reached the porch. She hears them shuffling around upstairs, probably in Madi’s room, when she sets her bag down at the foot of the stairs. A glass of tap water later she takes the bag upstairs to unpack, sneaks a look into the room, and clutches her hand to her chest at the sight because her heart claims more room instantly. They’re sitting on the floor in Madi’s room, reading - of course - the book that Lexa wrote. Lexa looks up and stops mid-sentence to shrug but the smile she’s wearing tells Clarke that she needn’t worry about her.

Lexa’s small suitcase is on the bed in the master bedroom and Clarke frowns, thinking she should probably make some room for her clothes in one of the closets. Clear some space in the bathroom too for Lexa to put her toothbrush. She also wants to put fresh sheets on the bed and tidy up a bit. It’s hard to see her place in this state after being at Lexa’s pristine house. By the time Clarke stuffs the old sheets in the hamper, she hears them leave Madi’s room with Madi chatting away happily. But when she looks out into the hallway, they’re already downstairs. A few minutes later the bedroom is prepared and she makes her way downstairs to join them in the kitchen. The fridge is wide open and both Lexa and Madi are so focused on looking through the contents that they don’t notice Clarke until she clears her throat.

“What are you two up to?”

“We’re hungry. Lexa is going to show me how to make the world’s tallest sandwich,” Madi tells her and waves, making it perfectly clear to Clarke that her presence is not needed. 

“The world's tallest…”

“Sandwich tower,” Lexa clarifies and Clarke is struck by how at ease she seems. “I'll help with the structural analysis and the design.”

“You'll...uh...okay. Am I getting any?”

“Duh,” Madi groans as if she can’t believe Clarke would even ask. “We’re making dinner. For all of us.”

“Well,” Clarke says, stepping up behind Madi to grab her by her shoulders. “I’m hungry too and you better hurry before I eat you.” She growls in her best wolf-impersonating voice and pretends to bite into Madi’s neck, making her daughter squeal and giggle as she tries to free herself. 

“I’m just going to sit over there and watch.” Clarke lets go of her, straightening up to find Lexa’s calm eyes on her. She touches her hand to Lexa’s because whatever words she’d have for her right now wouldn’t come out right. A touch must do the job and it makes Lexa’s eyes light up briefly with the same kind of emotion Clarke wanted her touch to convey. They’ve had this from the start. Instant connection. 

“Alright,” Lexa says to Madi who interrupts the complete standstill of the entire universe with a heartfelt, bored sigh. “We need building material.”

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I dislike how they handled Clarke's redemption in season 5/6. Firstly, I think they focused too much on her leaving Bellamy in Polis, even though that was the most understandable thing she did out of all her idiotic decisions that season. There's no way she wrote leaving him in Polis as her biggest regret, even after she electrocuted her daughter for no reason. I also disliked some of Murphy's comments. The fifth chance comment just confused me since this is the second chance Clarke had(the terrible bunker decision) because aside from that, everything else she'd done had been when saving them. But it didn't bother me because Murphy's rightfully angry with Clarke. He also blamed her for his hanging even though Clarke was the only person trying to stop it and he doubled down in that judgment even after Bellamy said it was him. Yes, Clarke did accuse you of killing Wells and yes, she acted impulsively, but you're forgetting that she's also the one who was advocating for you not getting hanged. Bellamy was the one who kicked the stool out from under you, all the while blaming Clarke for it. Then he blamed Clarke for getting tied up in Polis even though she had nothing to do with that. But my criticism is more against how this affected Clarke's redemption than me being angry at Murphy for saying that(because I'm not; he's right to be angry at her). I mean that this took the focus away from how Clarke messed up in season 5 and her having to make amends to fix it and instead focused on trying to make us sympathize with Clarke. I really would have preferred if Clarke's redemption had focused on her trying to be better, not just because she wants to earn the others' forgiveness but also because she acknowledges how she messed up and decides that she doesn't want to be that person again. However, I think the writers chose to write it that way because they realized how badly they ruined Clarke's character, and they just wanted to take away the focus from her terrible writing in season 5. They tried going into Clarke's mind space, but even that didn't work because there was virtually no new insight into her character. Everything thing they showed about Clarke in that episode, they had already shown. So, instead of going deeper into what drives Clarke and why she changed or something of the sort, they just repeated stuff (the reason they did that is because they had no way to justify how they wrote her in season 5). Also, Clarke needed more scenes apologizing to Raven besides the one she made before she got body-snatched. They should have focused more on her choosing to turn on Raven and the others in 5x12. Which is another thing: why would they have her make her worst mistake of the season in the same episode in which she decides to change her mind? Like they could have her change her mind before Raven and the others tried to free Madi. Why not write Clarke's change of heart in 5x11 and then have her try to escape with Madi only to get caught by McCreary and then have him shock collar them both. So when Spacekru tries to free Madi, Clarke's also collared and when they are being freed McCreary happens to catch them because he expected Clarke to try to escape again. So, Raven and Shaw still get captured but it's not because of Clarke being a bitch. Clarke, Echo, and Madi find a way to get free and then the rest happens the same. So Clarke still got her heart over head arc but her character also wasn't ruined in the process.

#the 100 #clarke griffin