#also there's no read more because when i did put it it deleted almost half of my post and i had to redo it

[pre11yyy]

SUMMARY: You've been teasing Haechan way too much lately so he had to put an end to it (by fucking u so good)

A.N: this was originally a hard thoughts drabble but i just felt like writing more into it so hope u enjoyy... Also m in a very Haechan mood today so i might or might not spam u with his content sorry not sorry

Warnings: explicit content (mdni), mean!haechan, hard!dom!haechan, choking (with hands and cock), hard fucking, unprotected seggs, and more

You were standing in front of Heachan's door, ur hands playing with the hem of ur skirt as u wait for ur brother to show up so u could leave. U always kind of felt nervous around Heachan, u don't know if it's because he always eye-fucks u whenever u r around him, or because of his never ending teasing but u were sure that if u were to be in space alone with him something will 100% happen between both of u.

U can feel that he was only holding back because of his friendship with Mark and that makes u uneasy, so u've been playing with his nerves lately, wanting him to snap out and to give in for his dick i mean for his emotions but also his dick. You didn't know what has gotten into u yesterday but u sent him a picture with ur new red lengerie, waiting for him to see it before deleting it and sending a bunch of sorries wanting to see his face more than anything, but he didn't reply, only reading ur texts without an answer and u couldn't help but wonder if u crossed the line or if u read wrong into him. You weren't sure about coming here with Mark to get his jacket that he forgot in Heachan's house, embarrassed but also curious at the same time, eyes looking for him as he disappeared in his room, hearing his chatter with Mark about random stuff while leaving u standing in the hallaway, u were about to sit in the sofa when u heard their footsteps coming ur way and u stopped looking at Heachan who threw u a very intense look, his eyes hazy as they noticed u, drinking ur excuse of the dress that u fought with Mark over, the small piece barely covering ur ass, ur makeup heavier than usual and the only thing that Heachan wanted to do was to smear it and mess it up but he held himself or at least he tried before he saw the ghost of the red lace bra under ur dress, the same one u sent him yesterday, he cursed under his breath knowing exactly what u r trying to get from all this and he sure will give u that and more.

Mark wrapped his arm around ur shoulders "let's go" u pulled him away annoyed that he messed up ur hair but he returned it in immediately making u fight with him ur dress riding up as u squirm trying to get him away, Heachan watched the whole thing, his pants tightening as he saw the red thong pop in contrast with ur skin, flashing half of ur butt to him. He clenched his hands, his leg shaking impatiently and praying that u'd leave soon or else he'll bend u over in front of Mark. And as if his prayers were answered Mark let go of u earning couples of hits in his chest while laughing at ur tired form, he turned to Heachan "u coming dude?" he asked making the other frown confused "where?" his eyes falling back to u, not missing the small grin on ur face "y/n wants to get a tattoo, it's gonna probably take a long time i'll be so bored if i go with her alone" Heachan raised his eyebrows at u, u really giving it ur best ha! He nodded agreeing to join u and he almost regret that. U were laying on ur stomache the tattoo artist working on ur inner thigh, Heachan could see u through the empty space in the glass, he could see ur ass sticking out as the tattoo artist is inking in ur skin, not paying attention anymore to whatever shit Mark is saying, his mind wondering to later on, to when he'll have u and make u pay for all the teasing u did to him cause ofc he won't let it slide…

U were on ur way back, Heachan's the one driving insisting for both of u and Mark to spend some time in his house and Mark agreed even tho he wanted to drop u off before hands but Heachan refused, u were about to reach Heachan's house when Mark's phone started ringing, "ohh okaay i'll be there in 20 minutes, okayy dw" Mark sighed asking Heachan to drop him off right there "i have to go, they need more waiters tonight" Mark turned to where u r pretending to sleep knowing so well that he would force u to go home right away and u can't let that happen, not when u have this big of oppotunity "dude what am i gonna do? should i wake her up?" Heachan shooked his head "no need i'll take care of her dw" it took Mark a minute to nod his head not sure if he did a good job or not but trusting his friend nonetheless. The moment u heard the door click and the engine start again u opened ur eyes, sighing in relieve and laying there playing with ur phone, excitement filling ur whole body… U felt the car stopping before Heachan got off the car closing the door with too much force that it startled u, u got out of the car seeing Heachan's back facing u as he was opening the door to his house, u stepped in, tugging the end of ur skirt as u followed him inside and the next thing u know, u were pressed on the wall, Heachan's hand wrapped around ur neck making u gasp, his other hand on ur hips, breathing right into ur ears "u played with wrong person little doll" he whispered the hand on ur neck moving up to grip ur jaw making u moan from how rough he is, he chuckled looking at u amused "we didn't even start and u r moaning already?" he clicked his tongue moving ur face and forcing u to look at him, ur hazy eyes meeting up with own and u felt ur legs weaken at the way he was staring at u,

he burrowed his head on ur neck nibbling at ur jaw, his right leg forcing it's way between ur legs, urging u to sit on his thigh and he groaned as he felt ur wetness through his pants, his hand letting go from ur face and gropping ur breasts on top of ur dress, kneading them harshly loving the sound of ur moans and whimpers as u grind at his thigh "i bet u've been waiting for this to hapen right? to come here and for me to fuck u senseless" you whimpered in response, his knee raising slightly to press more on ur pussy making u scream his name, his eyes never leaving ur face, loving the way u look, mouth wide open, eyes rolling back, drooling at the pleasure u were feeling, your makeup a mess already, he groaned, his cock twitching at the sight, his hands leaving ur breast and traveling down to your ass, gripping it tightly and pulling ur body forward making u ride his thigh properly, his hands controlling ur every movement and not letting u stop even if u begged, he moved his face towards yours, his lips ghosting over yours, his hot breath fanning on your skin and you were so eager to kiss him, to taste his mouth that u've heard multiple times talking so dirty and sinful that it drove you crazy.

But he won't give in that easy, he moved away, his hand still controlling your hips and making you chase your orgasm, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he looked at the desperate mess he turned u into, your hands holding onto his shirt for dear life, your knuckles turning white, your eyes closed, your breathing uneven, your whole body trembling from the pleasure, your hips stuttering from overstimulation your thighs clenching around his knee. He chuckled "cum for me doll, cum for me like the desperate whore u are" you moaned in response, his voice and dirty talk sending u over the edge, the pleasure taking over ur whole body, a scream escaping your lips as you cum hard, your juices spilling out on his pants.

He let go of your body and you slumped down to the floor, a satisfied smile on ur face as you look at him through ur hazy vision, his hands fumbling with his belt and undoing his zipper, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly, the precum spilling out of his slit, his eyes trained on your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip, he smirked and you knew that this won't end until he has his fill. "Strip"

You stood up on wobbly legs, the post orgasm high making your head spin but u still manage to strip out of ur clothes, standing naked in front of Heachan whose hungry eyes were scanning every inch of ur skin, his cock hard and ready, his hand stroking it as he looked at u. He groaned and walked towards you, his hand on the back of ur neck pushing u down until u were face to face with his cock, the tip touching ur lips leaving a trail of precum.

"Open your mouth little doll" despite his words he didn't give u a chance to do so shoving his cock inside your mouth, hitting the back of ur throat and making ur gag reflex kick in, he pushed his cock even deeper inside, making it hit ur throat as tears rolled down ur cheeks, you started coughing and trying to pull away but his hand didn't budge, not letting you escape, not until his whole cock was coated with ur saliva. You sucked him in and swallowed his cock whole, trying your best not to choke, your nails digging into his thighs, leaving crescent moons on his skin.

He grunted, his hand fisting ur hair and forcing you to deep throat his cock, your jaw starting to hurt and you were close to passing out from the lack of air, Heachan groaned as he released his seed deep down your throat, you swallowed everything, his hands finally letting go of your hair and you fell on the floor this time gasping and trying to regain your breath. U were panting, drool and his cum drippin on ur chin, eyes teared up smeering ur mascrara and eyeliner, your body hot and sweaty and the only thing he wants to do is to make u beg for his mercy but he held himself back, pulling his cock back into his pants and adjusting them making u look at him confused "w-what are u doing?" you asked, the panic evident in your voice, scared that he'll leave u hanging. He raised his eyebrow at you and chuckled "what is it doll? did you think i'll let u go this easily?" his eyes darkening and the corner of his lips quirking up "what do u think? should i leave u now?" he asked the smirk evident on his lips as he saw how eargerly u were shaking ur head "use your words little doll" he teased and u blushed "please" u whimpered "please what? what do u want?" he teased, enjoying how flustered and nervous u are getting.

"I want you to fuck me" u whispered, eyes casted down, he lift ur chin forcing u to look at him , his other hand removing the strands of hair that got stuck on ur face "i don't know if u derserve it tbh" u pouted at him, making him laugh ur insides tightening delicously at the sound of it "so eager for me huh? u want me that bad? u want my cock so deep inside u?" u nodded eagerly and he smiled at ur desperation, his hand letting go of ur chin and wrapping around ur throat as he pulled you towards him, his other hand holding ur jaw forcing u to keep your eyes on him.

"I'll make sure to break u until all u can do is beg me to stop, until the only word left in ur mind is my name, until u forget every other name but mine" he whispered in ur ear, his grip tightening making u gasp and moan "is that what u want? tell me doll" you nodded, a silent "please" escaping ur lips and he smirked, satisfied with ur answer. He led u towards his room, pushing u onto the bed, his mouth finding its way to your neck, his teeth scraping ur skin and sucking on it harshly, leaving marks on the way. His tongue trailing a path from ur collarbones, to ur nipples, swirling his tongue around them before biting and sucking them harshly, making you moan loudly. "You're such a slut for me aren't you y/n? always teasing me, wanting my cock inside u" his hand reached down, two fingers plunging inside your pussy without warning, a loud moan leaving ur lips as his fingers curl inside u, his thumb pressing on ur clit, sending shivers down ur spine.

"Oh my god.. ahh" he chuckled, his mouth still leaving marks on ur skin while his fingers are moving inside u. "I love how wet u got for me baby, so wet and ready to take my cock" his thumb speed rubbing harshly against your clit making u squirm on his hold from the pleasure until u cum, your juices squirting and covering his fingers, incoherent words leaving ur mouth as u try to catch ur breath but he didn't let that happen his hand never stopping its movement, fingers thrusting in and out, curling and uncurling, making ur walls flutter around him, your whole body twitching as he overtimulated u while u were trying to pull him away from u, ur tears not stopping as u cried and begged him to stop, "Fuck… Heachan please… Please i can't anymore" u whimpered, tears rolling down ur cheeks as you kept cumming, his fingers never leaving, the pleasure was too much that u were about to pass out but he won't let u, his hands finally stopping, showing u his fingers that were coated with your juices before he licked them, enjoying the sweet taste of it.

"You're doing good doll, u taste so sweet" he cooed, his mouth leaving kisses and licks on ur face, his hands roaming around your body, making your breath hitch and ur skin tickle, his fingers finding its way to ur neck, wrapping around it and squeezing gently, your mouth forming a small o shape, his other hand holding your jaw, his mouth on top of yours, his tongue forcing its way inside and exploring ur mouth, u felt his fingers tightening its hold blocking the air making u dizzy the only thing u can hear is your own heartbeat, your eyes rolling back and closing, the pleasure making its way through ur body, your whole body going limp as he kisses the life out of you. He pulled away, his fingers letting go of ur neck and you gasped, trying to take in the air, Heachan kissed the side of ur neck before whispering in ur ears "are u ready baby?" he bit ur jaw "are u ready for my cock?" u nodded eagerly and he flipped you over, his fingers digging into ur hips, his cock entering inside u in one thrust making u cry out his name, the sudden pleasure overwhelming and making ur head spin, Heachan groaned at the way ur walls wrapped around him squeezing his cock so tight making his mind go blank and his self control slip, he moved, his hips moving in and out, his pace fast and rough, not caring whether it's hurting you or not, all he wanted was to have his way with you and mark you and make sure that you'll be thinking of him and him only.

"Shit… u feel so good y/n, so fucking tight" he cursed under his breath, his hands holding onto ur hips, his fingers bruising the soft skin as u were gone, ur mind so foggy only gasping and moaning as he pounded into u, his cock hitting deep, his hips slamming hard into your ass, a string of curses leaving his lips, the pleasure so great and overwhelming that his mind is clouded, all he can think about is you and his need to release, his need to cum deep inside and to make sure that u r full and dripping with his cum.

You were so close, u can feel it, you were about to cum,your whole body trembled as his fingers were digging harder into your skin holding you close and tight, u felt his thrusts getting sloppier and faster, his cock reaching the deepest spots, hitting your g spot over and over again, and when his hand reached around and pressed on your clit, it was over for you, you came with a scream, his name leaving your mouth as ur thighs were shaking, your eyes rolling back, ur whole body trembling, and Heachan wasn't done, he groaned, his movements slowing down as he filled you with his cum, his cock pulsating inside of you, his cum dripping down ur thighs as he pulled out. Heachan was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his hands moving away from your hips watching intensly how his cum oozed out of you, a smug look on his face, proud that he marked you as his, your whole body aching, his hands were all over you, tracing every bruise and bite mark he made, his lips trailing kisses on your neck, a small smile on his face as he held you in his arms making u cling to him more before u felt something poking ur back and u widen ur eyes so tired "Heachan please no" u whined trying to get away from his hold but his grip was tight, not letting go as his lips curled up, his smile growing wider "just one more time y/n" and u were sure by the tone of his voice that he doesn't mean that at all.

#nct dream #nct #kpop smut #kpop #nct haechan #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan scenarios #haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck

[carrrrino]

HELLO I am very excited for this project! I wanted to express a concern though…it’s rather hard to find the any info on the project aside from what’s on the blog (which isn’t…very much information wise) I’m not sure if that’s an intentional decision…

I know when I first found the info I….kind of didn’t believe this?? That sounds odd. I suppose what I mean is, it didn’t seem the most legit. I did digging through the blog, read all the links, searched for a Twitter and YouTube accounts and had a hard time doing that as well…Simply because there is very little information on it. Which there’s nothing wrong with…I was wanting to suggest (as an outsider) that you and your team put more announcements/ marketing into this…?

I REALLY hope to see this project grow, it’s absolutely deserved, and very few people seem to know about it. I’d hate that to be something people miss out on. I don’t really expect an answer on this but I thought I should share the concern as an outside perspective. 💛

I really hope this project is going well for you and that it gets the deserved recognition as it’s coming out!!! So excited!!!

I'm so happy that people share the same excitement and concern for the series. Also, the fact that you guys think it's worthy of success Is truly inspiring! I think it's time I SAY something though about my current situation.

TL;DR - Our team basically went inactive after the summer; everyone returned to their lives and I'm the only one who can keep up with the project unconditionally. I didn't mean to dishearten you guys! It's a pain in the ass to work alone - excluding voice actors and SFX producers. The OUTBREAK blog will change entirely, it will be used for info and marketing. This blog will just be general art created by me (&no-namestuff). I will continue to work on the series independently, but I'll definitely give out more info as requested and make things more legit whenever I can!

Over the summer, a group of us began working on the project together, but as most of my friends returned to school and their regular lives, it became almost impossible to keep going. Currently, only a few are available to help, but they're too busy.

I didn't want to worry anyone by saying that it's basically just me working on the project; it's tough to balance animating, scripting, marketing, planning, publishing, AND funding by myself. Over time it (advertising and insightful communication) just became indifferent to me, I even considered going silent for a while until I had a mother-load of progress, but that's really not fair.

The project was a bit of a mess when we started. We didn't plan on making it a big deal, my animations were half-assed and incomprehensible; I barely knew how to work Adobe and could barely even pay it off, the sound was going to be recorded via iPhone, the script wasn't even halfway done, and voice actors weren't thought of until the Prologue. After more than six months of work, Verse 1-4 (or 6?) was deleted because of issues with the file.. this really drew the line for everyone.

So here I am, despite everything; I revised the script, which is barely halfway done, redesigned the characters, read more into the multiversal conundrums of AUs and UNDERTALE, built a portfolio, studied poses for the action scenes — and there’s still a lot that I have to learn. I'm working on Q&As, asks, and the teaser / test / project animations. I don't want people to be confused or hesitant, so I appreciate you a lot for reminding me of this. As requested, I will provide additional details about the project too :) !

No-Name's theme is in progress (thanks to Synth Mints), I've invested heavily in software for good quality animations, talented voice actors from this fandom (some you might even know) have agreed to voice for me - I'm extremely grateful for their help. Even if it takes years to release an episode or pilot, I'm still excited about the outcome. Who knows, I might even have a genuine team by then! :D

aw geez sorry for the whole bit-life story, I'm just trying to shed some light on the situation for you all. I do care, I want everyone to know that, it's just hard work.

Until the next teaser animation, please have these lil' pieces of teasers / lore as an apology!

SD by @/galacii ERROR by @/loverofpiggies / CrayonQueen

LASTLY today is my birthday yayyy 🥳🎂

#wish me luck #next anim is way longer than 5 seconds #I hope this sums things up #outbreak #shattered dream sans #no name sans

[aaronontherun]

Okay, there are two things about the ending of GO S2 that I cannot get out of my head after finishing the rewatch:

1. Gabriel's descent to earth

2. Aziraphale's reaction to the offer of Metatrash

(The rest under the cut)

The thing about Gabriel's descent to earth is that when he comes down to earth, he has not been fired yet. He decides to come down.

What's interesting about this is that in the last few minutes of the last episode Gabriel says his original plan was to leave heaven to go to hell, to join Beelzebub.

The quote goes:

Beelzebub: "Silly, silly angel. Why?"

Gabriel: "I was coming to you, but I... I forgot."

So... he had not been fired yet (because he left heaven before Michael and the lot could get a hold of him again). And he had originally planned to go to Beelzebub ("oh, you're sending me to hell, aren't you?" -> he was kind of counting on that). But after hearing he will lose his memory and go down to earth, he decides to ditch that plan and make himself forget all of it to go to earth (where he did not really intend to go in the first place) to give a box to Aziraphale that says "I am in the fly", that he knows will make him remember.

Why?

My working theory is that since he was the highest ranking angel, he knew about the plans of heaven. He knew about the second attempt at Armageddon of course and he did not want that to happen, because of his love for Beelzebub and the war that would break out. But I reckon he also already knew about the Second Coming.

And by wiping his own memories, he deleted that knowledge for all of heavens associates. But by storing it in the fly and transporting that to earth instead of hell, he brought it to the safest place he knew.

"The Second Coming will be a fearful, mournful time for the wicked, but it will be a day of peace for the righteous."

I don't know if I am reading something into it here, but to me it also sounds like a clue. The only other pair that kind of unites the powers of heaven and hell like Gabriel and Beelzebub is Aziraphale and Crowley. And we know that connection to be quite a strong one (as seen by the "teeny tiny miracle" that ended up sounding every god damn alarm bell in heaven). Crowley is a fallen angel and does not particularly care for heaven or hell and Aziraphale is still an angel and also does not conform with everything that heaven does. And Gabriel knows that.

BUT as far as we know, neither Aziraphale nor Crowley have had contact with the fly or the memories. For now we only know Gabriel kept his memories out of heaven by going to Aziraphale and that he probably knew more than he let on.

The question is, does the fly still exist or did it get destroyed when it went into Gabriels eye?

Also, given the CLUE that takes up almost half an episode - the part of the song that we don't really get to hear is this:

"Everyday seems a little longer,

Every way, love's a little stronger"

Everything we have seen points to an ending where you don't have to choose a side. Where there is no need to categorize into black and white, but to just accept shades of grey. Which is obstructed by heaven (the big corporate agenda, that needs people to think in black and white) and hell (which holds the outcasts that could not keep up with the agenda, but still cling onto it in their own competitive way).

Okay and this is the perfect transition to Aziraphales reaction to the Metatrons offer.

Because after years (or millennia in Aziraphale's case) of being oppressed and silenced and having to be careful around everything he says, I think Metatrons offer to put him in charge of heaven is in Aziraphale's eyes the only perspective of ever getting out of his misery while still doing good.

He *could* have given up heaven and fallen like Crowley, joining him that way, but instead he takes the route of trying to take Crowley with him to the very top of heaven.

Which, in my eyes, is a very very clear sign of the abusive relationship he has with heaven.

I don't think he realises that he is still just a pawn in a big chess game, also and especially as archangel of heaven.

As both Beelzebub and Gabriel said: "As if we make the rules..."

That is not how it works.

(I also find it very interesting, that the voice of god (basically the manager of heaven) asks if anyone ever "asks for death" (I mean, come on) whereas god, talking to Job, is genuinely fascinated by him and his goodness.)

I don't know if I can put this thought process into proper words, but I feel like the problem is that Aziraphale is still clinging to the whole concept of "doing good" and preserving his own status in the organisation. I don't think he is going up there to "change it from the inside" with a wicked plan in mind. When the Metatron made the offer, he told him that he would be "such a good leader, kind and honest", "be able to make a difference, be put in charge of everything". Which is exactly how they get you. He did not tell him he would be in charge of the second coming right off the bat. He lured him with being able to make everything better for everyone (which is all Aziraphale really wants) while keeping and continuing to receive approval from above (which Aziraphale is so afraid of losing).

Which is also what he tells Crowley about. The trust he is being given, the opportunity to make a change, the opportunity for Crowley to regain validation from heaven.

And only when he has accepted the offer, the Metatron specifies the details of the deal and that "doing good for everybody" means initialising the Second Coming, that has already been well planned (and that is everything Aziraphale never wanted to be a part of, but he won't disappoint them by saying no now).

"We could have been us" feels so powerful in that context, because I feel like what it really meant was "we could have been us without the approval of anyone". Without the need to justify their actions, think about right or wrong in the sense that heaven or hell would have categorized them. The freedom to work as a team, as the shades of grey they naturally are, containing both "good" and "evil" in a way that they balance each other, not desperately trying to put one of them out. (Also worth noting here, that throughout the seasons Aziraphale *has* done "evil", but only if he could somehow twist it to be "good" (see the episode with Wee Morag, right?), which showcases the pointlessness of categorizing again).

"I forgive you" from Aziraphale is such a heartbreaking line here, too. Because it is not him speaking, really. It is him already speaking in place of the organisation he is going to work for. "I forgive you for not regaining approval. I still love you."

"Don't bother", Crowley says and his whole posture drops. "For me it was never about that."

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens meta #good omens fan theories #metatrash #good omens gabriel #good omens 2 #good omens s2

[khruschevshoe]

OFMD Critique: Jim & Olu, Screentime Quality & Quantity Issues, and Fandom Engagement

It is kind of insane to me that post-Season-1 of OFMD, the tags for Jim Jimenez and Oluwande Boodhari were almost as strong as the ones for Stede and Ed. Like, scrolling back on tumblr, I'm hit by the sheer amount of content posted for them. The fanart. The gifs. The meta. The sheer anticipation of what might come next for them.

(Now, this might just be because I first started looking at the fandom a year in, but I did my best to look at time stamps and how far things were spread out over time for them.)

Now, only a month and a half out from the finale...that flood has dried up to a trickle, if that. There is very little Jim/Olu content, or (more interesting in my own opinion, at least), very little content of them individually. There was plenty when the season was airing, but now? Not so much.

This is not to say that there is no content at all- I am an absolute fan of the fanfic writers, artists, meta-makers, and gifmakers who still contribute to the tag. The QUALITY is still great! It's the QUANTITY that fascinates me.

Because I think it comes back to both the lack of payoff for the rich character writing for these two post-Season 1 AND the butchering of what they did get.

If you read my past metas for these two characters, you'll find my critique of the fact that late-season Jim doesn't feel like Jim at all, and that Olu throughout ALL OF SEASON TWO doesn't feel like Olu, but rather like the writers dumbed him down into the "himbo" role on the show just to have the badass woman x himbo dynamic with him and Zheng Yi Sao (and I am an admitted lover of said dynamic, but not when you strip one of the few emotionally intelligent, clever, logical characters on the show of his intellect and jam him into the role rather than, idk, choosing one of the actual himbos on the show and putting him into that role...wait a second. The writers already HAD the himbo x badass dynamic with Spanish Jackie and the Stede. Is that literally the only way they could figure out how to write a F/M dynamic this season?).

Also, if you pull out all of the Jim/Olu pre-reunion build up (I see you, deleted scene in the Republic of Pirates where Pete and Olu get to pine after Lucius & Jim and talk about how desperate they are to get back to them), have their reunion be rather anticlimatic, and then don't let them have any real kissing/hugging/even emotional intimacy for the rest of the season...I can see why the tag has gotten to the point it has.

A cursory glance at the Blackbonnet/Gentlebeard tags shows that at least half of the tag is just writing fix-it fics for the season, but they are at least ENGAGING with canon because they were given a lot of material (some might argue too much material, as their screentime was often VERY overbalanced as opposed to the rest, and contrary to what some believe, Season 1 WAS an ensemble show, not just the Stede/Ed show) to work with and sort through. Jim and Olu were not given that in Season 2, and thus the amount of material that those in the tag got to pick through and use was either miniscule or felt OOC in nature. So the investment in the characters and ship has rather gone down, which is sad, because post Season 1 these two had my FAVORITE dynamic on the show.

What is the point of this meta? Idk, it's just a thing I've noticed and that has fascinated me. Watching this fandom from both inside and outside has led to noticing some rather interesting patterns/responses to writing that I thought someone else might be interested in.

#jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #jim x oluwande #tealoranges #meta #analysis #ofmd #ofmd critical #ofmd meta #i know it feels like i'm ragging on the zheng/olu ship #and i appreciate those who do ship it #but the way it handles both characters really just gives me the personal ick #fandom analysis #also just realized while writing this that the jackie x swede and olu x zheng ship dynamics are the same and that's just strange to me #because olu and the swede are specifically set up in season 1 as being almost opposite characters #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2

[jasperjv]

Hey. So 2 years ago Connor Lavery's aka khonjin's psychological torture of me reached fever pitch in my psyche and I was involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital in a severe psychotic breakdown that lasted almost 3 months. Now I'm indexed in his long story of his supposed inexplicable persecution. He thinks me, in my psychotic state, demanding monetary compensation for his gaslighting and harassment, was some kind of attempt at "cancellation" and me throwing a tantrum instead of communicating like an adult. However I deleted my entire social media presence after getting back from the hospital and haven't bothered him since. But he still thinks I did something to him.

The man is dangerous. He believes that the worst sin of mankind is the ego, so he makes it his mission to bully the fuck out of everyone until they have no self-esteem, boundaries of their own, or healthy sense of self whatsoever. The elimination of the ego however is what psychosis is, also unable to suppress the flow of the unconscious, identical to a waking dream. But when that happened to me after 2 years of mind games, he retreated into himself and framed it in the most disgusting way possible. Which you will see.

Embedded here is the first video I made myself specifically on this topic. You will see more details in a more recent video, and follow the trail I put in that video's description to get my full story. For the podcast in particular I would give a content warning for assault, sexual assault, ableism ("saneism"?) and general torture and terror.

There's nothing on God's green earth I could do or say to force him to take me seriously. I have probably half of you people blocked because just seeing anything to do with him would make my blood pressure spike. And it's high enough as-is just due to genetics. Maybe the rest of you might be able to be reached.

I'm so sick of fucking self-centered freaks trying to hold me accountable for actual psychosis because they're so desperate to blame anyone or anything but themselves for their part in tragedy. I really get gaslit about my own psychosis, and forced to prove a negative repeatedly (which we know is a lexical impossibility). I'm handed a blatant double-standard about mental health awareness and basic human decency, when in many cases I desperately need it more than most. Schizophrenia sufferers are 1% of the population. We're dwarfed by most, if not all, other mental illnesses. In this I continue to be thrown alone to the wolves. Sometimes even while being laughed at, it truly feels like. So I feel like I have to do all in my power to help make sure that this happens to fewer people than it would otherwise.

The callouts in 2018, the types of points of persuasion they were trying didn't make sense to me. Maybe this, though, could strike others. I'm more specific about how exactly he destroys people from the inside out. Stay the fuck away from him.

He's scared of losing his financial support from Patreon and ad revenue or whatever. I really, truly felt for that for a long time. But now I know that none of us are obligated to keep his ass afloat. It would be nobody's fault but his own if he didn't even try to heal his fucked up mindset and was just a raging misanthrope nobody wants to deal with. When you get to be my age, you become aware of all the ways to make a living. He could get disability. He could get a factory job, for instance. And that paid me an absurd amount of money. He needs to make up his mind about if he wants to be around people or not. Because he can't keep treating them the way that he does.

Oh, and if you're reading this and you happen to have any social connections with him whatsoever, for the love of God, do not let him put you on the defensive. About anything. Over and over again. It chips away at you. He doesn't have the answers. He doesn't have any objective taste like he desperately wants to think. He doesn't know any wisdoms that you couldn't get from someone who won't talk down to you.

Took me quite a while to convince him of the truth that he is only older than me by only a few months. I needed my hope in humanity and the future in order to not go and end it all. He did not give a fuck. He kept accusing me of lying about not being a naïve teenager. Just for that. Ask any well-adjusted and experienced adult and they will tell you to stay far away from people like that. The motivations that drive them to that behavior and opinion are bad, bad news.

He is intelligent, in the scariest ways. Intelligence of that type allows dysfunctional people like him to fabricate lines of logic that justify and enable the abuse they already sought to do. Literally anything can be justified with just the right kind of logic. Trust your gut. Guard your mind. It's the only one you've got.

He leads an excessively stressful life, creates his own dysfunctional world both inside and around him. I truly believe that this causes him many health problems. I've been having nightmares because of him. And as this built up and weighed heavy on my mind I got a fucking hemorrhoid. It went away very quickly after I made this video.

I'm feeling anxious as I type this. But I have to tell myself that anyone who would continue harassment of me over all the truth I've spoken is not worth my time or space. This isn't for them. It's for me, and it's for people who still have basic respect and empathy left in them.

Yours truly,

"slug"

#khonjin house #supermental #Youtube

[lyon-amore]

The half of me Chapter 1

Prologue

MC widened her eyes, remembering that moment twenty years ago. Strangely, it had returned to her memory. Although it was not surprising, she had been too strange for months, something was not right. She knew that feeling was not hers. She sat up in bed, letting out a sigh. That was already a thing of the past, everything was fine. Since that arrest, no more murders of children had occurred. Not in series at least, no matter how sad it sounded to say it.

She picked up her phone and looked at the messages. She had a special group with the Duskwood group to talk about Hannah's trial, which was not yet known when it was going to take place. It was quite a difficult case, almost all the evidence had already disappeared. There were only testimonials written by Hannah and Amy... And then there was Richy... She closed her eyes at the thought of him. It didn't matter anymore. She couldn't change what happened.

She also noticed the other group she had with them, plus her sister. Daliah. When she introduced her friends, they immediately took a liking her and so did she. Her twin sister had always been something of a magnet for making friends. It was a relief that despite everything that had happened as a child, she had managed to get over it and move on with her life. She chuckled as she read the conversation. Her sister really fit in better than her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Daliah And then I said: eh, excuse me, but my eyes are up, not on the cupcakes 🙄

Jessy 🤭

Daliah The guy approached me just because he was bringing the cupcakes for the classes 😤

Dan Wait, isn't that some kind of code 'cupcakes' all this time? Were you really talking about cupcakes?

Cleo And what else did you want her to talk about, Dan? 😅

Daliah Oops! Dan! Please! Were you thinking about boobs? 😏

Dan Please! I'm not one of those! I know how to treat the ladies! Before I would have hit that guy for being a pig with you 🤜

Jessy A true gentleman our Dan All fixing it by force 🙄

Dan Some don't understand the good way, precious

Jessy 🤔 In that I give you the reason 😝 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC let out a laugh. Daliah really knew how to win people over. It could be said that she had ''stolen'' her friends. But she was glad. It was the first group of friends that she had and that she could share with her sister. She always had her. Always worrying about her. Daliah had been her whole world even though she had her own, with far more friends than she could imagine.

She decided to join the chat. There was still a bit left for the interview, she even had time to prepare. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC And I'll be happy to help you, Dan Who do we need to hit? 🤜 🤛

Daliah You? Hit? If you are a stick! They blow you and you fall 😋

MC OMG! Look how badly my sister treats me! What a shame!

Dan Well She is partly right

MC OOOMG! You too?! 😤

Jessy Calm down MC! I defend you from those two! 💪

----Lilly is online----

Lilly Really look at you guys being loud when you want to 🙄 I can't stop receiving notifications

MC Lilly, defend me from my sister!

Lilly Daliah Don't mess with MC

MC But put more effort! 😭

Lilly 😊 😉 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She put the phone aside and got out of bed to go shower. The sooner she could get ready, the less nervous she would be.

She made herself the coffee and looked at her phone again. She really looks like she's waiting for a special message. His message. But what nonsense, right? She herself had put up a barrier a long time ago. She had even deleted his chat. After alerting him that the FBI was in Grimrock, she received nothing. No message. She preferred it that way. It wasn't a good idea to get her hopes up with someone who might put her in danger. But Nymos' chat was still there, watching her with that red eye in the profile picture. She sometimes use it to write it down, as if it were a notepad. Many of those messages sent were ideas for songs that she had composed. She wondered how she hadn't deleted Nymos' chat if there was no danger around her anymore. It was just another lump in the chat.

But she left it. Vigilant.

Maybe it was her hope to talk to him again.

She shook her head and put her phone back in her jean pocket. She was making a fool of herself. She had already pushed her feelings back when she knew that he was being persecuted by the government. Even though it hurt her, she had to do it. For her sake.

It was almost time for the interview. It was the… Tenth? Eleventh? She had lost count, perhaps there had been more. When they found out who she was, many backed down when they saw that she was the MC of the controversy. Others let her at least work for a few weeks as a test. But they just needed someone to get things done for them before the inspector arrived. Her parents helped support her apartment and she hated it. She felt like a burden to them. It had been a burden on everyone since what had happened. Always looking out for her. And MC, looking out for her sister. Since childs. Together.

She arrived at the bar where she had posted her resume and waited for the owner. She was nervous, she didn't know how it was going to turn out.    "MC?" A woman appeared next to her, causing the young woman to get up to say hello "Hi, I’m Caterina, the owner."    "Hello, nice to meet you." the young MC put on her best smile, avoiding being nervous.    "Well…" the woman sat down and the brunette did the same. The owner had the girl's resume in her hands "It doesn't seem like you've lasted long enough in the last few jobs, what happened?"    "Oh, well…" MC she fixed her hair nervously "They just needed me to give them a hand-"    "Excuse me for breaking it out, but are you MC Gardner? The one about Hannah's kidnapping?" She asked narrowing her eyes, looking at her as if she were scanning her.   <<Here we go again.>>   "Yes, but-"   "Wow, that's amazing" Caterina laughed ", I'm sure our clients would like to see you then."    MC shook her head, not understanding what she was hearing. Did she want to be her carnival monkey?    "Excuse me, but how would the clients like to see me?" She asked a little awkwardly.    "Come on Miss Gardner" the woman tossed her resume on the table, sliding it over ", don't you think that would be a great deal?" You working here, we earn a lot of money having the heroine of Duskwood" she leaned on the table with a feline smile ". We would both make a lot of money, people love these detective stories."    MC sighed, scratching the side of her forehead. They were there again, seeing only the girl who saved Hannah. Not a normal person.    "And everyone is curious about the hacker involved" MC looked at her upon hearing those words ". My goodness, when the news broke that even the FBI was in that place because they were looking for that criminal, the world exploded. Where is he now? You know?"    It was not the first time that someone asked her about that mysterious man that the FBI was looking for. Everyone was curious why a criminal was also involved in Hannah's case. The young woman sighed. She had to relax.    "The truth is that I don't know what you are talking about." the brunette said coldly, with a touch of pain in her voice.    "Well, the FBI questioned you, right?" The woman made herself comfortable, as if she were enjoying an action movie "There was a lot of talk in the press" MC felt that her whole body was beginning to tense up. She wanted to leave ". Between us. Did you have sex with him? Was it exciting to be with a criminal?"     MC got up from the table, grabbing her bag and her jacket. Uncomfortable.    "I'm sorry, but I think I'm done with this job." She was saying as she left.    "Okay, I'm sorry" Caterina stood up, moving closer to her ". I won't name him again, but think about it!" She took her shoulders, shaking her slowly "We would earn a lot of money if you work here, you would take 40% more than the rest of the waiters, what do you say?"     She licked her lips, now dry from being nervous.    "I'll think about it." MC finally answered, removing her hands from her shoulders.    "Think about it before the end of the week" the woman smiled at her ". But I can raise the offer if you want."    "As I said" MC placed her hand on the door, opening it ", I'll think about it."    She left there taking strong and fast steps, wanting to get away from her.

She felt severe pain in her chest. She didn't want to know about him. He had abandoned her, leaving her with the weight of his responsibility. Besides, she hadn't even seen him! Never! How to trust him? In someone who had given her a lifetime of recognition for being a possible accomplice to a criminal? Perhaps it was her resentment that it was talking about because he left her worried, not knowing if he was okay, if he needed help, and if everything had been a lie? What if since he had already rescued Hannah, they would no longer need to maintain contact? She thought that she could at least have him as her friend, but not even if she wants that, he was gone, he had vanished like smoke. And she hoped he would stay that way.

She took out her phone to tell the group. Well... she wouldn't go into details that she had taken an interest in him, she preferred not to talk to them about that person. And more with Lilly in the group, still worried. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Bad and sad news The owner only wanted me to earn money for who I am 😒

----Cleo is online----

Cleo Wow, I'm so sorry ☹️

MC No matter

----Dan is online---- ----Lilly is online---- ----Daliah is online----

Dan But what's wrong with everyone? Why so interested in what you did after a year?

MC Because I live in a small town? And here the news flies like Duskwood Or worse 😑

Daliah TRUE I still remember how the rumor spread that the postwoman and the priest had had sex in his sister's barn 😂

----Jessy is online----

Jessy What what?! 😱

Lilly I think now I'm much happier to be from Duskwood...

MC 😩 Seriously, sometimes I think that I should leave this cursed town…

Daliah No, I go first and through the big door as an actress 💅

Jessy But then, you didn't get the job? Was it all a trap? 😔

MC Yeah Ugh… Well, I'll go home... I have to record some demos…

Daliah Wait! I go to your house to see you and we talk about it OK?

MC OK Goodbye to the rest then

Cleo Remember that you can also come to Duskwood if you need to clear your head a bit 😟

MC Thank you Cleo I will surely go this weekend

Dan Great, I'll go buy the drinks then! 😎 Daliah, you will come too, won't you?

Daliah Mmm… We'll see if I can 🤔

Jessy Cheer up MC Then we talk about it? 😊

MC Yes ok...

Lilly See you later MC 🙁 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She put the phone away, holding her breath. It was lucky that she at least had them to carry on.

Once at home, she left her shoes lying at the entrance, going towards her room, to pick up the guitar from next to the bed and preparing the microphone and the computer to record.

Soft notes came out of that instrument. She had been composing that melody for a long time. He had him in her head and he wouldn't go away, like an implanted memory.    "If my fear had not prevailed" she began to sing softly, words that had suddenly appeared in her head "Would I have been able to tell you what I feel?"     She stopped playing the guitar, noticing what she had said. She sighed and leaned against the instrument, trying to figure out what was wrong with her now. She had said that she would not think of him. But there was that little regret. When she heard the doorbell, she shook her head, ignoring those thoughts. She got up straight to the door. She had to be Daliah.

Opening it, she saw that her sister's brown hair had turned dark blonde and short, she stared at her in amazement.    “My twin sensors were telling me you weren't okay.” Daliah said, as soon as she opened the door.    "But what have you done to yourself?" MC asked smiling, touching her sister's soft hair.    "Do you like it?" Daliah entered her house, posing later like a model "I've been at the hairdresser's all morning, I needed…" she began to think, snapping her fingers "A change, dazzling" she pouted, like a model.    MC laughed, hugging her sister. Daliah hugged her back, stroking her sister's back lovingly. Just as she thought, MC was not fine. She could feel it in the strong hug that she gave her, unable to separate from her.    "Okay, let's go." she separated her, putting a red mask on her eyes, taking her hand to walk out the door while she took her keys from the key ring on the wall.    "Wait!" MC raised the mask, returning to her apartment "I'm not wearing shoes!"    "Well, put them on and don't take this off." She lowered the mask, with a laugh "I have a surprise!"    "Surprises don't suit me much..."    "This one will go!"     MC raised the mask again, looking at her sister with half-closed eyes.    "Are you taking me to meet Chris Hemsworth?"    "MC, if I knew Chris Hemsworth, the last thing I would do is introduce him to you." Daliah replied, tapping her on the shoulder.     Both sisters laughed and MC put her mask back on with her shoes already on.

During the car ride, they began to sing, forgetting any worries. Without Daliah, she surely would have stayed in bed continuing to write sad songs. Without Daliah, surely everything that happened would not have been handled well. Her sister was her best friend, the most important person in the world. Both were a great strength.

    "Okay, we're here." Daliah waved her hand in front of the mask, checking to see if she could see anything.    "Are you fanning me?" MC asked with a laugh.    "I wanted to check if you didn't see anything."    "And do you do it now and not before leaving?"    "I was in a hurry, you can't expect me to do everything one step at a time."     MC shook her head, removing the belt. Daliah got out first to help her sister out of the car so she wouldn't trip. The brunette extended her arms, trying to guide herself by touch, thus touching an older man in the street. Which caused the blonde to laugh.    "I'm sorry, sir" she took her sister's hands, lowering them ". Careful or they'll sue you for harassment."    “Come on Daliah, can I take off my mask now?” She reached for the garment, but she was stopped by her sister.    "No, not yet."     They took a few steps forward and stopped. Daliah took out some keys and MC tried to find out what it was about. She had raised some kind of metal blind. Where were they?    "Just a little..." She heard other keys and how she opened a door "Almost, now we have to go in." she pushed her slowly, entering a cold place.    "Dahlia, come on-"     The blonde sister took off her mask and the brunette stared at the place. It was a store with salmon-colored walls and stickers with golden birds all over the wall. There were some vintage looking white bookshelves and a chandelier with several crystals.    "What is this?" MC asked, looking all surprised. It was a beautiful and very delicate place.    "Our new store." her sister replied, handing her the key.     MC looked doubtful, not believing what she was hearing. She held out her hand, accepting the keys. Even that seemed old.    "I don't get it." she looked at the blonde again, confused.    "Mom had been wanting to open an antiques store for some time" Daliah began to walk, showing her sister the place "and we were talking about how hard it is to find a job in this gossipy town" MC laughed, holding back tears ", so from now on, you and mom are going to run this place. A… Small family business."     MC started to cry more, hugging her sister. The blonde returned the hug, with a smile.

Daliah separated her and made a signal for her to wait, going to another room. MC heard how she dragged something from her and saw her coming out with a white chair, trying to move it.    "Yeah... Almost..." Daliah said between shoving.    "And then I'm the stick." MC laughed, approaching her to help her.     They both managed to pick it up and place it in front of where the counter was supposed to be, sitting on it and looking at the wide, shiny window, with people on the street walking past.    "Thanks Daliah" MC looked at her sister with a smile ", I needed to get out of that apartment for a bit."    "Let me guess." Daliah placed her hands on her head, concentrating ". You were thinking about… That creepy guy again, right?"     The brunette avoided looking at her. Yes, she had been right.    "Only because the owner of the bar has named him" answered MC annoyed ", not because I wanted to."    "Ugh, when will the people of this town learn to keep their mouths shut?" Daliah threw her head back, letting out a big sigh "But hey, it doesn't matter, Because why? You no longer have to look for a job."    "Yes, this will come in handy." MC continued to look at the store, with a still indelible smile.    "And this weekend, the opening party" her sister tapped her on the leg, to get her attention ", we're going to invite your friends, mine, mom's friends… It's going to be a great party!"     MC nodded. Obviously there was good for Daliah behind all of this.    "I knew you were going to do something like that" laughed MC, tapping her face with her finger ", if you don't have a party, you're not satisfied."    "Hey! It's to celebrate that we're saving your life from her" she stopped her hands, placing them on her legs, so that she behaved like a good girl "and so I have an excuse to invite Phil."    "No."    "Yes."    "Nooo…"    "What's wrong?" the blonde asked with a mischievous smile.     MC raised her hands to her head. She didn't like Phil at all. Knowing the reputation he had in Duskwood, she didn't even want to think about what would happen if she invited him to Rosenschwarz on top of that. For him, a place where no woman knew his name, surely it was going to be "a day of hunting" perfect.    "That guy is an idiot" answered MC, looking at her with a disgusted face ", the only thing that he has come to treat well in his whole life has been the bar."    "Well" Daliah shrugged, smiling mischievously ", at least he's not bad when you fuck with him."     MC's eyes widened so much that it looked like they were going to pop out. She couldn't believe that news. And just now! Because counting, they only saw each other twice, the first when he got out of jail and the second when she asked to accompany her to Duskwood.    "No…" MC repeated again "Tell me you haven't slept with him?"    "The poor thing needed a little contact when he got out of jail-"    "Nope, I don't want to hear it." MC covered her ears, shaking her head.     Daliah laughed, resting her head on her shoulder.    "And little sister, you don't know what you're missing. How he moves in bed!"    "Daliah, you're crazy!" MC pushed her, but gently.     The blonde laughed, pushing her in the same way.    "I like him" MC looked at her sister, not believing what she was hearing ". I know, he's not a ''Prince Charming'', but I don't know…” she twisted her mouth, thinking.    "Have you fallen in love with him?" MC asked curiously, leaning on the back of the sofa.    "I wouldn't say I'm in love" Daliah leaned in as well, looking at her sister ". You know how my last relationship was..."    “You never told me what happened with Elliot and why you left him."    "We just weren't looking for the same thing" the blonde stretched, with a smile "and with Phil, I don't have to worry about that, I can just have him as a fuck buddy and that's it."     MC rolled his eyes, ruffling her hair.    "This is abuse!" Daliah exclaimed, with a laugh "You can't mistreat my new hairstyle like that!"    "Then go report me to Elliot." MC stood up, offering her hand to help her get up from the sofa "Are you coming home? I can prepare the lasagna that you like."    "I can't, I'd have to go to class now" She looked at her cell phone and sighed ". We have to prepare for one last final class project, a horror short movie” She put the phone away and now looked at her sister ". But I can have that lasagna for dinner."    "Perfect then."

They both left the store, closing it again. MC looked at Daliah, concerned. She didn't think a horror movie was good for her, knowing that she was still going to therapy.    "Hey Daliah" MC tapped on the car, hesitating a little whether to tell her or not "Are you okay?"    "Yes" her sister answered, approaching the car ", why do you ask?"    "I don't know" she shrugged her shoulders, a little uncomfortable ". I've been dreaming about what happened for months, from when we were little girls and I wondered if... If something worried you."    Daliah swallowed hard. Those memories were a bit forgettable, but she coped as best she could. In the end she nodded, with a small smile.    "Don't worry, MC" Daliah replied, opening the car ", it's normal that sometimes I remember it."    They got into the car and MC continued to look at her with even more concern. She sensed that something wasn't right, but knowing that if she kept asking questions she could make it worse, she decided it was best to wait until she wanted to talk about it.    “I feel like listening to Taylor Swift.” Daliah said, changing the subject “What do you think?    "You're the driver, you set the rules." MC raised her hands in surrender.    "Well, then to the great Taylor Swift." she smiled, searching her phone, before starting off.

As before, they sang again at the top of their lungs, although perhaps to relieve the weight that each one felt in her chest. They both felt each other's concern, so it was a bit difficult for them to ignore it. But in order not to worry each other, they preferred to wait until everything was calm. With the class project and her disappointment at the interview, perhaps it was better to leave it to talk about it over dinner.

 When she got home, she noticed thats he had left the program recording. MC heaved a big sigh, looking at the recording time.    "I was going to delete it anyway." she said, hearing that she had managed to record the neighbors.     She reset the recording to zero and picked up the guitar. This time, she began to think about her new store. In the gift her sister had given her. A joy that day. Her sister was a real hero, not her.

While MC was preparing dinner for that night, she received a message from Jessy. The redhead had become her first best friend —after her sister— and also, that they both shared a secret that they hadn't told anyone. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy I just got an invite from Daliah You are going to open a store! 😲 😲

MC YEAH! 😄 My mother and sister have kept it from me all this time! Job hunting is over! I will have my own business! 🥳

Jessy That's great! Well, it is clear that she has invited all of us, because when we have met, we have been talking about it Although in my invitation I put an extra ''Try to convince Phil to come over 🙏 😏''

MC Oh… This girl...

Jessy Do they have something?

MC I have no idea 🤷‍♀️ But if she's happy that he's going, then there's no problem with me.

Jessy Phil was pleased that she remembered him So I guess he will go 🤭

MC My worst nightmare… Let those two pair up...

Jessy Maybe Daliah will help him settle down

MC If that's possible, then I crown her as Saint Daliah 😂

Jessy I also wanted to tell you something else The case of Hannah's kidnapping is still open They keep wondering why they didn't find two bodies instead of one,

MC Did you tell them that it was Richy?

Jessy No… I have not dared... And still I feel bad not telling it But at the same time… I don't dare say it was him...

MC I know… I cannot either… I still find it hard to believe it was Richy... I don't know… We're supposed to get along...

Jessy And you two did! Perhaps… In other circumstances, he would have dared….

MC Dare what?

Jessy Nothing, forget it I have to go I have a date

MC OH! With who??? 😲

Jessy Ha, ha! Is a secret 😝 We'll talk tomorrow 👋 😊 

MC I will want the details!!! 😋

Jessy Yeah, yeah 🤭

----Jessy is offline---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC put music on after talking to Jessy. She needed to focus. And what better than preparing dinner with music? She decided to put up a playlist where there was no romance at all. She didn't want to be distracted by the thoughts of him again.    “Daliah and Phil…” she murmured, preparing the lasagna pasta “The world is too crazy for me."

She waited and waited. Daliah was running late for dinner.

She called on the phone, worried. But she didn't pick up the phone. Getting more worried, she texted him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Daliah, where are you? Seriously, I'm worrying... Call me soon ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC began to walk around the room, winding a lock around her finger, pulling a little on it. Something inside her was telling her something was wrong. Her sister was not one to respond late.

Hearing the message notification tone, she did not hesitate to pick up the phone twice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Daliah I'm fine, troublesome! I have been distracted by a very cute boy 🤭

MC Daliah! 😩

Daliah I'm sorry But I think I won't be able to make it to dinner

MC Oh no… Seriously? 😑

Daliah Forgive me, okay? 🙏

MC Alright…

Daliah And another thing!

MC Yeah?

Daliah I want you to know that you're cool Remember that, ok?

MC ?? Sure But what is this about now?

Daliah I don't know I wanted to say it

MC You're cooler than me

Daliah I know But that we both know  😜 Goodbye MC

MC See you tomorrow Daliah

----Daliah is offline---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   "Well, she's missing it" MC smiled, watching the dinner ". Well, I'll save a little for tomorrow."

She began to stir in her sleep. In her dreams, she managed to see a large lake. She recognized it. Lake Mount. Named for the wild horses that would come to drink water. She felt that something was wrong. Her heart was beating fast and her breathing was rough. That lake terrified her. But that terror was different. It wasn't her terror. Why did she dream of the past again? And more than one place that she had never set foot on. Since that case, she didn’t dare to step on that place. Something or someone tugged at her, shoving her by the ankle into the lake. She tried to grab the ground with her nails, breaking them and staining the floor with blood. As soon as she noticed the water, on her body, she tried to catch air to breathe underwater.

She didn't know what happened, but it didn't work. She couldn't breathe. She coughed as if she had water in her lungs.

She opened her eyes to the ringing of the phone. She wouldn't stop shaking. Her phone rested next to the bed, on the nightstand. She hadn't turned it off like those months before. That discomfort still weighed on her. And, unfortunately, that night the discomfort, the weight of feeling empty, it was present.

Something had happened.

The phone continued to ring. She decided to take it.    “Hello?” she asked shakily. No one called at those hours just to say hello.    "Miss MC Gardner?"    "Yes, it's me" MC recognized the man's voice, but he didn't remember it from where.    "I'm Police Officer Otis Lang" That name was like flipping a switch. She started to cry even before he told her the next thing ". I'm sorry to break it to you, but we think we found the body of your sister Daliah and we need you to identify her."     That's when, with those words, another part of her had vanished.

Chapter 2

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

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Find the Vibe Tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea to find  phrase with the vibe “I can explain.” thank!!

from The Most Beautiful Puzzle

“So, the room--” you start, but [Josselin] interrupts.

“ADHD or autism?” he asks.

You freeze.

“What?” You stammer as it comes out.

Josselin straightens his neck and brightens. “Or are you comorbid? I’m comorbid.”

“ADHD,” you have to murmur, because he just sat down and you’ve barely said a word, so how could he know? “How--?” you start to ask, but he interrupts again.

“You’ve got a spinner ring on your left pointer finger and you’ve been tapping it against your cup and your straw has bite marks, probably stimming, yeah?” He leans to the side and gestures to your pocket. “And you’ve got a fidget cube in there, right? I can see the outline under the fabric. Most neurotypical people don’t carry more than one stim toy on them at a time, if any at all.”

Your face goes cold and your heart drops to your stomach.

What. The. Fuck.

Your face hardens and he seems to realize he’s made a mis-step.

“Is this some kind of prank? Did Danny put you up to this?”

Josselin’s hand slides away from the can on the table and to the corner, instead. “Friend or brother?”

“Answer the question,” you snap.

He shrinks back in the wrought iron chair a little and his brow furrows. “No, I, nobody put me up to anything, I was just, I just need someone to take the spare room and nobody could last with me longer than a month and--”

“Wonder why,” you mutter. A hurt look strikes his face and he drops his hands into his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His voice is shaky. “I put us off to a really bad start. Can I try again?”

And with everything that everyone in your life has done to you over the past six months, you should say no, but you need a roommate, and Josselin doesn’t appear to be dangerous, just… incredibly weird. But you can deal with weird.

Your shoulders relax a little, and you smile behind your mask.

also tagged again by @oh-no-another-idea to find the vibe “I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip.” I love this one haha, I don’t have anything with the humorous vibe of it but Meara would certainly sell Drake to satan for even half a corn chip

also from Puzzle!

cw: mentions of past intimate partner abuse, stalking

When you wake up, it’s to artificial light and you’re still fully clothed, shoes and all, one leg hanging off the bed and your laptop half on your stomach. It’s a little too warm there, so you put it to sleep and flip it over to cool down, then grope around for your phone on the side table.

It’s just past 2:00 AM, and you have twenty seven texts, thirteen discord messages, and five voicemails.

What the actual fuck.

They’ve got to be from your ex; nobody else you know is ridiculous enough to leave all that, and if it were Danny with an emergency and you’d hadn’t answered, he’d have just come and banged on the door until you woke up.

You clean your glasses off on your shirt and open your messages. You only read the first one.

Please come back, I’m so sorry.

“Fuck you,” you whisper, because he wasn’t sorry when he twisted your wrist or almost broke your ankle when you fell down the stairs as he tried to keep you from leaving. He wasn’t sorry when he accused you of cheating, he wasn’t sorry when he tried to control where or how you could work or who you could spend time with or, hell, how you could spend your own money and what and when you could eat.

And he’s not sorry now. He’s sorry he couldn’t get away with it any more.

You screencap everything in case you need it for a restraining order later and mass delete the collection of text messages and block the number they came from. It’s not his; you blocked his number immediately, but he keeps finding people who will let him use their phones.

tagging @winterandwords @albatris @drippingmoon @magic-is-something-we-create @vacantgodling and @oh-no-another-idea right back to find a line or excerpt with the vibe, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

#my writing #writeblr #find the vibe #writeblr tag games #excerpt #wip #the most beautiful puzzle #meara ryanne #josselin clearwater #drake the stalker

[imightgetbetter]

this will probably be quite long-winded so i'm going to put it under a read more. this has nothing to do with matty or the band, it's my other favorite artists, but i just can't talk about this on my main blog because i fear the people i am talking about will find it and harass me and talk shit about me for weeks again (this happened after an anon mistake and a bit of an impulse decision back a few years ago and i hated my life and almost deleted my blog because of it) so i trust that this will stay between us (as much as it can on the internet)

so my main blog is a primarily harry styles/niall horan blog with a whole bunch of my shitty diary posts and things i think are silly. it started with niall and harry writing and then when niall went on hiatus after his last album it became a primarily harry blog because i wrote my biggest story in the height of the pandemic and it gained a lot of traction during quarantine. in that height, someone started talking shit about niall and i went to his defence as any lonesome teenager does and it backfired on me gravely and this group of harry styles blogs that think they're very popular and cool harassed me about it. it was awful for weeks. i basically couldn't go online without having a panic attack. anyways, it's that same group.

all they do is talk about how much they think niall is a copy and paste of harry or that he isn't marketable or that he can't pick singles or that he pushes his streams and charts too much. all while claiming they don't care about him and hate him or whatever. they say all these things that simply aren't true. harry didn't "create" marketing campaigns on websites, neither did niall! however, niall's last album was marketed through a website and videos everyday and all this. harry isn't original in his techniques, the difference is that his following is so insane that they will do every single marketing thing for him. he doesn't need a team of people to do it. these fans are so insane that they are doing a job that people get paid to do. niall does his job! that's why he's telling people to stream and whatnot.

niall's songwriting is miles and miles better than harry's, but because of the way they think harry is the best at everything, they don't recognize that. niall started working with amy allen (a writer harry worked with on his last album) nearly six years ago, maybe even seven. she co-wrote my favorite niall horan song, to this day. like, they saw amy allen and tobias jesso jr and freaked out that niall was copying harry, as if niall isn't also a songwriter in the industry. like .. i genuinely am so sick of this conversation! (i also would compare niall's songwriting in depth and meaning to matty's, which is why i love it so much)

it's also very fucking annoying that harry stans have created this whole culture around going to concerts and liking artists that is so toxic and annoying that i can't stand it. like, half of the people at niall's pop up shop today weren't even singing his songs, they were singing the harry songs that were on the playlist. or the way all these harry stans are suddenly talking about niall on tiktok to get clout or merch or whatever it is. i've literally been a niall fan or whatever since the very beginning of one direction, i followed him on tour way back when, he's the reason i love live music and want to work in touring. i love harry, i do, i've gone to his shows plenty of times and talk about him and have a blog and a story, i'm not saying anything bad really about him, but it's so frustrating to see how people treat other artists just compared to harry styles and i literally am getting so annoyed every day.

okay i think i'm done. like i said .. this is between you and me and god.

#do not reblog

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So it turns out the last time I thought I got sick was a false alarm, and the real deal is only starting now, two weeks later :,) (rambling under the cut, some health stuff etc no mental health tho just physical)

FUCK I JUST TYPED OUT THE WHOLE THING AND THEN ADDED THE READ MORE AND IT DELETED EVERYTHING. i hate it here

Anyway. I completely forgot everything I put in that ramble, which is amazing. Anyway yeah I’m sick and what’s really messing with me is the fact that I’m really dizzy all the time? I don’t think I’ve had this happen before. I don’t have a fever, I feel super feverish but I almost never get fevers anymore (last time I did was over a year ago when I had the flu and covid at once, jackpot, and I’ve been sick super often this last year. Funfact my sense of taste is still messed up from back then in that things will taste much sweeter to me than the average person. Tap water is sweet. Potatoes are sweet. Everything is sweet. I almost never add sugar to my deserts because it’s overwhelming and also it keeps me in a constant state of lowkey dehydration because tap water is all I drink and I can’t stand the taste of it anymore because it tastes sweet. Back then I went for two and a half days without drinking and honestly idk how or why no one dragged my ass to the hospital back then but anyway. I figured out that warm water with a spritz of lemon juice is the only thing I can stomach when I’m sick, no honey or tea, nothing so that’s fun)

Yeah I also feel weirdly nauseous all the time? Like. My stomach hurts a little but I can eat normally, but then I randomly get super nauseous out of nowhere, but nothing ends up happening. Weird stuff. My throat hurts, my head hurts, everything kinda hurts, and yeah. The lemon water is making my throat hurt worse but tbh I’m not going the dehydration route again so we gotta pick our evil. Tomorrow I have my first driving lesson in the complete darkness that I can’t cancel, so that’s gonna be fucking fun

I also notice how my joints are hurting worse when I’m sick? Like this has happened a few times before because my joints are kinda fucky but I’m definitely noticing it right now, my knees are like begging me not to use them lmao 😭

Actually I’m also gonna do a covid test now and might put the results here later hehe anyway yeah

Update test is negative so there’s that at least

#delete later

[nota-londra]

I'm back (?)

Long time, no real posts

Hi :)

I think the last post I made was about a very toxic "friend" I made in college who not only lied and manipulated my actual best friend and I, but she also went around telling people things that simply were not true because they didn't happen. I think the blame game would go something like "Alondra deliberately made me feel bad about my body" (Not what I did, but if you had the same sick, twisted method of processing words incorrectly that she did, then you'd believe her) and "she made me feel like shit about an eating disorder" (I can't explain this one. I was a piece of shit at 19. I also wish that I hadn't felt like I was driven to that point [here's where I tell you I more than likely was expressing symptoms of mental illness during this time and for years to come.])

We did this thing called the "Joker Era" after college for a little bit. I blame the pandemic. You know? The whole two years or whatever that the state of Tennessee decided it was going to half-ass shut down. During the second-to-last semester of my college education, for fuck's sake. We went full-circle with that guy but it, of course, went nowhere. Now you're unemployed in your mid-twenties blogging in third/second/first person. No tense, just swag. Putting it all out here because you deleted Twitter almost a month ago (oh, buddy, don't get me started on that one). You finally decided to follow your dreams, BUT you haven't written anything that people have read since you were TWELVE YEARS OLD.

As a result, I'm drinking beer as the edibles hit while the movie about cannibalistic monsters I put on is playing. The dishwasher struggles to be louder than my boyfriend's loud TV speakers. I've managed to talk myself out of self-sabotage and destruction successfully for the nth week in a row. We're doing a lot better, surprisingly, for someone who's twenty-four years old, unemployed, and has no idea what she wants to do for work except the things she actually knows how to do.

No one really talks about how much low self-esteem and the perception of self can really fuck someone's shit up. I put my entire life on hold for things that genuinely do not matter: a man, because I felt like I wasn't good enough, because I was scared, because I was unsure. I've found myself saying things that begin with "Because girls like me don't/can't--" much more often at this age than I ever thought possible. All the versions of myself I'd make up when I was younger were nothing like the way I am now. I imagined myself being brave, strong, successful, and so much happier at 25 when I was a kid. As a teenager, I didn't even imagine myself alive, so that's a huge win.

How was I supposed to imagine all these great things about myself when I couldn't even imagine myself alive? I had to walk such a fine line growing up or I would be forced to face such violent consequences. How was I supposed to know that making mistakes as an adult was ok? How was I supposed to know that I shouldn't turn to my obsessions to cope? How was I supposed to know that an obsession with people and alcohol was as equally bad as any other substance and that finding peace and moving on was the correct answer?

I find myself still mesmerized by self-acceptance. How people seem to fully non-conform in a very conformist world and still live their truth despite it all. I still don't know my whole truth, but when I do (if I ever do), I'll know how to be more accepting and loving of myself than I ever have.

Through all of this, I've had this tumblr account. Six instagrams, four twitters, three facebooks, two tumblr accounts. The only thing I've used consistently is this tumblr account. None of the other social medias I had a decade ago still exist. For someone who likes to reset her digital footprint every so often, I've stuck with this one through a lot. From the awkward All Time Low gifs, to the moody fall photos, I can honestly say you've been the only constant in my life. As someone who's afraid of everyone leaving me, I'm thankful you never have, and now realize that it doesn't matter if people leave or not. It gets better, even though it might not really seem like it at first.

[brainticklr69]

Review (???): This Is How You Lose the Time War

By: Someone Who Has the Audacity

I just finished the audiobook of This Is How You Lose the Time War and accidentally read some reviews on it. I'm writing this to share my opinion and to see what anyone else says as this book seems to have caught a lot of people's attention. Before I say anything I do recommend this book if you're looking for a book to read or if you're curious about the hype. In my opinion, it is not bad as many reviews write it out to be but it really does depend on what kind of stories you like. I understand that as a reader, I will be bringing a lot of subjective opinions when talking about the book and that things I may not like may have had purpose to the author. This, however, is almost exclusively my opinions on the writing and reading experience (vague spoilers ahead)

TLDR: Read the book if you like poetry and a gay love story but expect an untraditional book that can be a little self aggrandizing.

To start, this book is honestly really hard to get into. It throws you into a world that has clearly been built in the mind of the author (yay!) but not with the readability to someone picking up the book in mind. This is fine, a lot of books do that and this isn't necessarily a bad thing (it seems to have been the authors intention?) but this is also something that made some readers put it down and dismiss it shortly after picking it up ("...deleted it after about 30 min wondering what the heck I was listening to..."). There is a lot of jargon and metaphors which at some points was frustrating as a listener because I liked what I did understand and wanted to understand more while simultaneously feeling like I was missing a lot. On this note, I read most books because I like feeling like there is a lot to unpack in terms of symbolism, metaphor, foreshadowing, meaning, etc (and I know this is not the intention of reading for some other readers) but it is so dowsed in metaphor and symbolism that there are stretches where it is a little convoluted and, to me (perhaps I'm missing something), too symbolic. To elaborate, the book is essentially written as poems and metaphors (both the plot and the letters), meaning a lot of words are spent describing ____ rather than explaining. This book is clearly meant to be something out of the understanding of us mortal humans (humans are just little pieces of a puzzle in this book) but this means I completely understand why some people would not like it for this reason. It kinda makes you feel dumb. Maybe I am dumb but it took me half the book to become comfortable with the way the world works, what the objectives are of characters, what the jargon means, etc. and it was a frustrating first half because of this. For this reason, I think it deserves a second read/listen because perhaps the knowledge of the ending will make starting it again better?

In many ways, this book is more a string of connected love poems with loose plot as the medium (which is okay!) but no wonder some people hated it for this reason. The character building is minimal, the plot is a little predictable and getting from point A to point B is like word candy. In my opinion, this is not a book with a good plot but one that is written beautifully and skillfully. On this note, the number of people who left a bad to mediocre review of the novella is not surprising; It is overrated and can feel like award bait if looked at through some lenses. I'm not trying to claim that these previously mentioned traits are bad, it just seems like many people like the deepness, the metaphor, the symbolism not because it adds anything to the meaning of the book but because poetry is fun to read (more power to them).

I do not think I would have finished this book if I had read it rather than listened to it because of all these qualities. Sometimes books (or any other media) can become so "artsy" in how it is presented that it  wraps itself in a convoluted blanket of meaning impenetrable by consumers (see what I did there?). This book is great if you like poetry, weird writing, or unconventional love stories. This book isn't so great if you want to understand everything that is happening, like traditionally built characters/world, don't like poetry. This book did deserve praise and it is unfortunate that many people will not finish it because the overhype set an expectation of pleasing every type of reader. Some negative reviews worried me a little because their puritan ass values held these self destructive and love sick characters to their standards, however, some negative reviews rightly criticized aspects of the book. To be a negative-nancey, it is more of a love story than sci-fi and the love story is meh, there does not seem to be a reason that the characters are female other than "just because" leading to a lesbian romance (fair enough because representation is yay), the ending is unsatisfying, and not much plot.

This was literally just about the experience of reading the book, not even about the plot or characters themselves. I hesitate to write about those aspects of the book because I feel like I'm missing something in terms of characters/plot as all of the character building was based on the letters which leaves something to be desired and the plot is so simple yet so complicated at the same time.

★★★☆☆

-this review subject to change-

#This is how you lose the time war #books #booklr #book review #review #This is super subjective and I completely understand how someone could love OR hate this book #it walks the middle road for me of being interesting and good enough to recommend but meh #honestly I'll probably forget I read it until it comes up in conversation #feel free to disagree or add on #I like books #bookish #book #novel #novella #popular books #book recommendation #I say all of this but I was still on the edge of my seat to see how it ended #I was rooting for them #red and blue #:)

[genmakesmedia]

alternative narrative project ideas: my planning process

By now, I've spoken about how long it takes me to choose an idea in several posts, so I figured I’d give an example to back that up! Because my creative process sure is a process.

Okay, a bit of background about this project: we decided as a group that our theme would be "Reflection of Childhood" on the 20th of February, and the project was due in on the 10th of April. This gave us roughly a month and a half to conceptualise and produce our artefacts, alongside coding the website and writing our reflections.

I finalised my concept maybe two or three weeks before the project deadline.

You might be wondering: what happened? It's a good question - a great question, even - and I'd also quite like to know, to be honest. So let's examine:

My original idea was a physical stop-motion animation drawn entirely on paper with crayons. After some sketches, and experimenting, this turned out to be a logistical nightmare. For a start, to produce 60 seconds of smooth animation I probably would have needed an entire tree's worth of paper, and that felt expensive and wasteful.

So then I altered my idea slightly - I would complete the animation digitally doing what I'd initially planned, and just using brushes that looked like crayon to produce the same effect - easy fix! I now knew I wanted to work with the idea of “firsts” as my age bracket was so young, and so a lot of planning took place here.

However, when it came to actually animating, I kept finding that nothing was really looking how I wanted it to. The style didn’t lend itself well to much movement, apart from an animation boil of flat colour, and that felt lazy - though I did end up with some pretty cool title and transitional frames I wish I could have used:

I thought about how I could have a more visually interesting concept that still fit the era of childhood that I was working with, and that was when I came up with the idea of working in the style of a children’s tv show - I felt it almost fit better thematically, honestly, because I’m a lot more nostalgic about the shows I used to watch than any drawings I might have done. So I mocked up a few example animations. Unfortunately I only have screenshots from them, as Tumblr has a 1 video per post rule, but I was pretty happy with myself for this idea (though truthfully was worried by both my technical ability and the timeframe I had to work with, as animation takes a lot longer the more detailed it is).

I finally figured out an idea I liked after absently experimenting with a simple animation of a character spinning around - this ended up being the final frame of my actual animation (read that post here) which ironically enough I finished first. First of all I storyboarded, and then put together a Google slideshow with some references for bits of animation and concepted the character in full so I knew what her personality should be like.

It doesn’t look like so much when it’s all laid out, but I also spent an extensive amount of time thinking about the project and doing work that I’d end up deleting a couple of hours later because it wasn’t looking right.

My process looks similar every time I have a creative project, and I’ve been thinking hard about how I could reduce the time it takes. I think maybe taking the time to create a mindmap and visually get out as many of my ideas as possible could help me to figure out which ones are the most possible/realistic faster, so I’m definitely going to try that next time instead of just jumping straight in to my first idea.

[busysavingtheuniverse]

uh. tua language headcanons i guess.

so since in season two allison said that she spoke seven languages, i figured that applied to everyone, so they speak their native language - the language from where they came from - and one language from each continent excluding antarctica, of course. (for all the eurasia supremacists out there, we're going with europe and asia as separate continents, because that makes it easier). we're not counting english.

i can't guarantee any information is completely accurate, since i did a cursory google search/wikipedia skim and nothing else. please inform me if i'm being offensive in any way!

the name 'luther' has germanic origins, so luther knows german, because it's his language of origin; dutch, because it's a west germanic language like german; kirundi, because that's spoken in burundi, where germany established colonies; tok pisin, because that's spoken in papua new guinea, where germany had colonies; spanish, because argentina and germany have history; the luthigh language from australia, and honestly i just chose this because it started with lu; and finally, lakota, spoken by native americans who lived on the great plains, because it has so many ties to dakota, which diego speaks, that it might as well be the same language, like the differences between british and american english, and this illustrates that diego and luther are more alike than either of them would like to acknowledge

the name 'diego' is, of course, spanish, and since david castaneda is mexican, i decided diego - or, at least, his mother - was too. therefore, he knows mexican spanish, his language of origin; portugese, the second most-spoken language in south america; dakota, because of the reasons mentioned in luther's lakota section; italian, because apparently mexico has an alliance with them; filipino, because before mexico's independence the philippines were governed by them; afrikaans, spoken in south africa, because they have an alliance; and finally, the diyari language from australia, because it started with di

the name 'allison' has its roots in old french*, so the queen herself knows french as her language of origin; german, because in an ironic twist, france and germany are close allies; wolof because that's widely spoken in senegal, which was once a colony of france; algonquin because the french allied with them in the french and indian war; kali'na because the kali'na people are native to french guiana, an overseas department/region and single territorial collectivity of france; khmer, because the french ruled over cambodia for almost a century; and finally, the alawa language from australia, because it started with al

the name 'klaus' is german, so klaus and luther probably took german classes together, since it's their language of origin**. so klaus speaks german; scots, because it's a west germanic language like german; kinyarwanda, because rwanda was part of german east africa for a while; japanese, because germany and japan obviously have history and klaus strikes me as a weeb; kahlihna, a native language of venezuela, which was a german colony for a while; klallam, a north american language chosen because it starts with kl; and finally, the kija language of australia, because it started with k

obviously five is just a number, but a lot of people think the polish woman in the pilot script was meant to be five's mother. so five speaks polish, since it's his language of origin; french, because poles supported napoleon and poland and france were allies during the interwar period, and also because i'm a five + allison frendship supremacist and wanted them to learn it and take classes together; hindi, because wikipedia said relations between poland and india 'have generally been friendly, characterised by understanding and cooperation on an international front'; swahili, because tanzania and poland are allies; cree, spoken in canada, because canada and poland have quite the history; quechua, spoken in peru, because poland and peru are allies; and finally, the ami language of australia, because it starts with a and i couldn't find a not-extinct language that started with f

the name 'ben' is hebrew, so ben speaks hebrew as his language of origin; korean, because that's justin min's ethnicity and if they make ben anything else i'm going to lose it; danish, because israel and denmark have friendly relations; oromo, because ethiopia and israel have close ties; portugese, because brazil and israel are close and once again ben and diego would take classes together; spanish, because mexico and israel had a good relationship, and ben, diego, and luther would all share a class; and finally, the bunuba language of australia, because it started with b

we saw in the pilot that vanya's mom came from russia, and of course the name 'vanya' is slavic, so she speaks russian as her language of origin; mongolian, because mongolia and russia are friends, apparently; arabic, because sudan and russia have close ties; portugese, because brazil and russia have improving relations and i would like you to imagine the chaos of a class involving diego, ben, and vanya; finnish, because finland and russia are friendly; unangam tunuu, because alaska was once russian territory; and finally, the pintupi language of australia, because there were none that started with v

*i wasn't sure if allison was scottish or french, since google had mixed opinions, but i settled the matter by reading this site's page on the name. i don't think they made this history up, but if anyone wants to fact check me/the site, then feel free to!

**so, luther and klaus might actually be the twins here. who would've guessed?

#please reblog this i spent so much time on it #also there's no read more because when i did put it it deleted almost half of my post and i had to redo it #tua #tua hc #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #number five #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Y/n goes to a dinner at Weasleys, where she finds out James Potter has a special effect on her. Unfortunately for her, he could read all her flithy thoughts about him.

My earlier smut was a success so I'm posting another one. Dunno yet how I feel about this one, but I can always delete it oop-

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: friend's dad!James Potter x reader, mentions of previous Fred Weasley x reader

Tw: not proofread, smut with some backstory, age gap (reader is over 18), unprotected sex (but please use protection irl), slight degradation

Words count: 2.2k

Of course it is 18+ but I can't control who reads my stuff so idk just don't read if you're under 18.

This happens in an AU where Voldemort died in 1981, so the battle of Hogwarts in 1998 didn't happen.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of 18.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shameful thoughts

Y/n was woken up by birds singing outside, what a bad of an idea it was to sleep with an open window. It wasn't even nine in the morning, yet still it was later than the usual time Y/n used to wake up after becoming Chudley Cannons' chaser.

Despite closing the window, Y/n decided not to go back to sleep. It was the first day "off work", but she didn't want to ruin her sleep/waking up schedule. Half past eight was a good time to start the day anyways. Y/n promised to visit the Weasleys as soon as she isn't busy with work. They were like a family to her and she hadn't payed them a visit in the past year. Or at least almost a year.

Y/n thought that 'after graduating, you lose contact with most people' was a popular lie, a myth, but it wasn't. Adult life was way different. She didn't have much time for herself, let alone for all her friends she'd made at Hogwarts. Sure, they exchanged letters once in a while, but Y/n couldn't remember when was the last time she spent time with Ron, Hermione or Harry. Probably on George and Angelina's wedding, but it didn't count because there were lots of other people too.

The Weasley twins. It was a difficult topic for Y/n. Not the both of them, just Fred. Fred Weasley was a difficult topic for Y/n Y/l/n. They had a past, they used to date, but it didn't work, they just weren't made for each other. As much as their breakup shocked everyone, Y/n was glad they could end the relationship on good terms, so that nobody hated anybody

In the afternoon Y/n decided to go to the Burrow the muggle way, since it wasn't so far and the weather was nice. Instead of the Floo, apparition or a broom, Y/n took a walk. It also helped her calm down from the thought of seeing her ex again. Y/n didn't even know why she worried about seeing him so badly. She tried to remind herself they were on good terms, but it didn't work.

"Good afternoon, Molly!" Y/n said when the older woman opened the door.

"So good to finally see you, Y/n!" Molly exclaimed, pulling the girl into a very tight embrace.

After walking inside, Y/n tried to lightly put her bag on the kitchen table, but it was so heavy it landed with a thud.

"Oh Merlin, what do you have in there?" Molly asked worryingly.

"You'd never guess! Made it this morning, it's still very fresh!"

Y/n pulled out a cake out of her bag. It was really huge and heavy, but Y/n thought baking a cake was a good way of apologizing for not visiting for so long. The cake had to be big, because there were supposed to be more quests at the Burrow that day.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to, it must've took you much effort-"

"I couldn't come empty-handed. You practically raised me, Molly, that's the least I can do."

"It's nothing, sweetheart, you don't owe us anything."

The conversation was interrupted by Arthur coming back from work. He was very happy to see Y/n. Then Ron and Hermione came in, Y/n wanted to catch up in the living room with everything that happened recently.

"I still can't believe you're in Chudley Cannons!" Ron squeaked. "They, you, did so well this season, thanks to you."

"You remind me of back in the fourth year when you were excited over Krum." Y/n giggled. "But if we're talking about things we can't believe, congratulations on getting engaged!"

Y/n pointed at the ring on Hermione's hand. It was truly gorgeous, probably pricey too. They must've been so happy together.

"What about you?" Hermione asked. "Have you got anyone?"

The door of the Burrow opened once again and just like that, the Weasley twins and Angelina walked in. Fred noticed Y/n immediately. For a quick second their eyes locked, but then Y/n turned her head back to her friends.

"No, not really. I don't have time for dating, you know?" Y/n tried to laugh off the topic, but it was partially true. Most of the time, she was busy with trainings and games and the rest of the time she was tired from the trainings and games.

The house lit up with joy and chatter as more people came in. The next quests were Bill and Fleur and later on even Percy appeared. Unfortunately Charlie couldn't be there, but that wasn't anything new.

"The last guests and we can start!" Molly announced when the doorbell rang.

There he was. James Potter. Standing there, next to his son. Despite being quite good friends with Harry, Y/n never really got to know his dad. She saw him a few times before, but she could count those on fingers of one hand.

"Hey, good to see you, Y/n!" Harry said, giving Y/n a hug. "The best Chudley Cannons chaser!"

Y/n smiled. "Thank you, but the others are pretty good too!"

James pulled out a hand for Y/n to shake, which she did.

"The team had been winning much more matches since you've became their chaser, I think it speaks for itself." The man chuckled. He was, obviously, a huge fan of Quidditch. Whenever there was a game nearby, he would go to it either with his friends or Harry, or both.

"Thank you, Mr Potter." Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up. She always could take compliments, why did his compliment have such an effect on her?

"Oh, please, call me James, you're grown up."

Suddenly, Molly interrupted the conversation.

"Now I'd like to see you at the table before the food is cold. You can talk more after or during dinner."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There was no moment where the room would be quiet. People were talking about everything, but in Y/n's mind the constant chatter faded away when she looked at James. It was the worst when she was fixated on him and someone would ask her a question. Just as if she was splashed with a bucket of ice cold water, Y/n would come back to the real world and stutter an answer.

"...we thought the game would never end, but thankfully our seeker caught the snitch. Although, the longest match in history-"

"-lasted for three months." Fred chimed in, grinning.

"Exactly, thank you."

"Always, darling."

Y/n almost choked on her food. What was that supposed to mean? Did he still have feelings for her? They definitely had to talk about it later.

For the first time that day, the room fell silent. Deadly silent. Uncomfortably silent. Bill attempted to break it.

"Do you remember the ice curse that spread through Hogwarts back when I was there? Well, we've encountered something similar recently at the bank..."

His story seemed to be interesting enough to draw attention of the others. Or maybe the rest also wanted to get rid of the sudden uncomfortable atmosphere.

Y/n didn't really listen, she kept secretly glancing at James, occasionally making up several scenarios with him in her mind. Some more some less shameful. Thankfully there was no one to read the girl's mind.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Darling? Darling?! What the hell was that supposed to mean?" Y/n whisper-shouted, locking herself with Fred in twins' old room.

"Calm down, I wanted to...spice things up!" Fred gave her another one of his grins.

"Spice things up? You're so immature. After we broke up, I had to make sure Molly is okay, had to convince everyone the breakup was nobody's fault and now you're doing something like this-"

"You're my friend, I use nicknames for my friends."

"This one made everyone at the table uncomfortable."

"Not more uncomfortable than your not-so-secret glances at Harry's dad. Really, Y/n? Isn't he like twenty years older?"

"Oh, shut up. I am a grown woman, you shouldn't care about who I like."

"Just saying. If Harry wasn't so oblivious, he would hate you." A chuckle escaped Fred's mouth. This only angered Y/n.

"You're saying this because you're jealous."

"Am not. Y/n, we established we don't work out as a couple, we're good as friends. I want you to be happy, but seriously? Harry's dad?"

"It's not like this silly little attraction could evolve into anything more. Anyways, we shouldn't argue, not today, we can't ruin everyone's mood. Let's get out of here."

Y/n unlocked the door. Just as she and Fred walked out of the bedroom, they almost bumped into James. Without a word, Fred walked downstairs and Y/n stayed there. She didn't even know why. Her brain just didn't work properly when she was standing so close to James.

"Is he your boyfriend or any of that kind?" James asked. He already knew the answer to this question, but it was a way to start a conversation.

Y/n felt as if he appeared out of nowhere, but a little did she know he was there all the time. Not like he was eavesdropping, but the walls were thin and James happened to have good hearing.

"An ex, we're still friends though. Why?"

"Just curious," a mischievous smile made its way to James' face, "a boyfriend wouldn't be very pleased with the thoughts you had about me, but it's all good since he's an ex."

Y/n's eyes widened. He read her mind, she was fucked. The girl's heart was beating so fast. The only times she remembered it beat that fast were before Quidditch matches.

"I- I- I don't know what to say. I'm extremely sorry. I didn't know I could ever see you in such way, but when I saw you today, I just-"

Y/n felt so embarrassed. She thought James was going to be furious, because who wouldn't be? It was so disrespectful. Y/n was disgusted by herself. She heard he wasn't in a relationship after Lily died. And now a friend of his son was making up sexual scenarios in her head with James as the main character.

"I know."

"You- what?"

To the girl's surprise, James was far from angry. He took a few steps forward, causing Y/n to take a few steps back. Her back met the wall and James was still getting closer.

"How about we fulfill those little fantasies of yours?" The man grabbed Y/n's chin, then brushed his thumb over her lower lip.

[!!!SMUT!!!]

Y/n had no idea how it happened, but a few minutes later she was with James in the bathroom, bent over the sink.

"Aren't you scared someone will hear you?" James taunted, pounding into Y/n. She didn't even answer, only sound she was able to make were moans. "You probably enjoy it, dirty slut."

James grabbed Y/n's hair to pull her head up and force her to look in the mirror.

"You're so beautiful," he said and sucked the girl's neck. He would probably leave hickeys, but it didn't matter for now.

Y/n didn't focus on the consequences. She felt so good, it could as well never end. James' dick was hitting just the right spot inside of her.

"I didn't lock the door. Anyone could walk in right now and see you getting all ruined by my cock."

The thought of getting caught made Y/n clench around James' dick. It wasn't moral, it was so immoral, but so exciting, so new. She was close. Her mouth opened wide as she came.

James slowed down, feeling his own orgasm approaching. His grip on Y/n's hips tightened, pulling her even closer. He came deep inside of her. Both of them were panting heavily.

"We should probably get dressed and go downstairs, or the rest will get suspicious." James advised, giving Y/n her clothes.

"Could we repeat that someday though?" Y/n smiled flirtatiously.

"Sure, whenever you're free."

"I've just started my two weeks off from work..."

"Well, then we'll spend a fun two weeks."

[END OF SMUT]

Y/n walked downstairs to the kitchen, James would go there a bit after her. The girl's mind was now clean, without being faded by inappropriate thoughts, she started feeling guilty.

"There you are!" Ron exclaimed. "We were just talking about that one fantastic maneuver you performed on your latest match."

"Ah, yes," Y/n faked a smile, "I love performing Parkin's Pincer. Although I think the bloke from the opposite team ended up in hospital."

"It's so brutal." Hermione shook her head. "How is that even legal?"

"Just don't delegalize it when you become the Minister of Magic, alright?"

Everyone laughed. They were laughing just like back in the good, old Hogwarts days in the common room or on a feast in the Great Hall. Their laughter was so loud, they didn't hear someone coming.

Y/n turned around and saw James. He looked straight into her eyes for a second and then sat back on his seat by the table.

Y/n, Ron, Hermione and Harry continued their chatter. Their little circle was so busy, no one even noticed the glances Y/n was giving to Harry's father. James on the other hand wasn't so discreet. When Y/n looked at him, he winked and then snapped back into a conversation with Arthur and Percy.

The girl blushed. What was she doing? The man was like twenty years older than her, she couldn't understand why did she feel so attracted to him. Not to mention, Harry would probably unfriend Y/n for the rest of their lives if he found out. Which meant he couldn't ever find out. A smirk appeared on Y/n's face when she was thinking about all her future 'dates' with James. She wasn't anymore listening to what her friends were talking about.

#James Potter #james potter one shot #james potter smut #James Potter x reader #james potter x y/n #Smut #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #Hp fanfic #Marauders smut #Hp smut

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

#azumane asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi x reader #asahi x you #asahi x y/n #asahi azumane #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama x y/n #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima imagine #hq fluff #hq tsukishima

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Could you write something 'bout Chris congratulating yn in public and privately 'cause it's mother's day and she's dodger's mom? 🥺

mother's day

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, language, fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i love this idea so much, thanks for giving me the opportunity to write it🤍

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

picture credit: @chrisevans on instagram

You groan softly, before turning around and stopping your alarm.

It’s Sunday, which normally meant no alarm and sleeping in, but you had plans. Today is Mother’s Day. You normally spent it with your mother going out for brunch, shopping, going to the movies, etc. but in the last year, you had moved in with Chris and he lived really far away from your parents’ house. You had told your mom that you were going to call her, first thing this morning, to make up for not being able to be with her.

Since you were in Boston with Chris, you were going to be spending Mother’s Day at his mom’s house. This meant a big dinner, but it also meant you had to make some food to take it there.

Every single time you went to Lisa’s house, you always brought something whether it was a meal, dessert, wine or a gift. And every single time you brought something, she said you didn’t have to do that. You couldn’t help it though; it was just how you were raised. Your parents always told you to never show up empty-handed when someone invited you to their home and that’s exactly what you did.

Today, you were making apple pie for dessert which meant fresh apples and going to the grocery store right at the opening.

Rubbing your eyes, you push the covers off your body and walk to the ensuite bathroom. While brushing your teeth, you take your phone and open Instagram. The first post you see is one that Scott posted a couple of minutes ago. The first picture is a collage of a bunch of pictures of him and his mom. You smile softly at their smiles in the pictures. Sliding, you see other collages with pictures of Scott’s friends and their kids. You double-click on the post, leaving a like, and slide down to the second post. Of course, it’s Chris’ post to his mom. The first picture is an old picture of them holding each other and smiling. You slide and see that the second picture is from when he took her to the Winter Soldier premiere. You double-click again, liking the post. You’re about to put your phone down to take a shower but see a bunch of notifications appearing on your screen.

Confused, you refresh your Instagram feed and see a new post by Chris appearing at the top. You frown, seeing yourself from the back in the first picture. You slide down to the caption and gasp softly as you read it: “Also, happy Mother’s Day to this beautiful woman! We may not have any babies but you sure as hell are Dodger’s mom. Kinda hate that he likes you more than me now but it’s okay because I love you💙”

You smile as you go through the pictures he posted. The first one is a picture you didn’t even know he had taken from when Dodger, Chris and you had gone on a picnic a couple of days ago. The second is a pretty dark and blurry picture that he obviously hid to take. You recognize the angle being from the entrance of the living room. You were laying on the couch, engulfed in a fluffy blanket, with Dodger laying in front of you, his head resting on your stomach. You smile softly, remembering that day.

It was a couple of months ago and you were on your period. You normally didn’t have really big cramps but the stress you were feeling had intensified them and you were almost unable to move. When Chris had come back from work, seeing you laying on the couch in pain, he had gone right back out to get you a bunch of food to satisfy your cravings and half a dozen hot compresses because he wasn’t sure which one you would like.

Chuckling softly, you slide to the last picture, slightly cringing at your appearance. It was a screenshot from a FaceTime call, right after you had moved in with Chris. He had to leave for a few weeks to film and you were alone with Dodger, who always wanted to see Chris before you hung up. In the picture, you had clearly just woken up and were laughing, probably at something Chris said, with half of Dodger’s face mid-bark in the frame.

You like the post and scroll through a couple of comments, some nice, others not so much, before putting your phone down.

While in the shower, your mind goes back to a conversation you had with Chris recently. It was after your first big fight.

Everyone knew Chris wanted kids and you obviously did too. But he had brought it up accusingly when you were exhausted and anxious and you had blurted out that you didn’t want kids. It wasn’t really the truth because you did want kids. And you wanted them with Chris, but you weren’t ready. After you had said that, you had a screaming match with Chris that ended up with you sleeping in the guest room, not that much sleeping was done. Halfway through the night, Chris had knocked on the door, asking if you were awake, and you talked to each other, explaining both of your viewpoints: you felt like you weren’t ready to be a good mom to a child because you were still dealing with trauma from when you were younger, and Chris felt like his clock was running out. After talking to each other, you had settled on kids in the near future, but not right now.

Getting dressed after your shower, you think about the fact that you hadn’t heard a peep from Chris since you had woken up. Considering it was Sunday and Mother’s Day, you knew he couldn’t have scheduled a meeting today. He sometimes ran or worked out on Sundays, but you had been up for almost 2 hours now.

Walking to the kitchen, you open your Messages app, ready to send him a text asking where he is when you hear, “Dodge, stop, let it go.”

Frowning, you start deleting the message when you hear, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

You shriek, startled, before letting out, “Holy shit!”

You look up at the dining room that is completely decorated. There are colorful banners all around the walls and the table is filled with food from waffles and pancakes to fruits and drinks. Finally, Chris and Dodger are standing in the corner of the room in front of balloons that spell out “MMO❤️”. You frown, tilting your head. Chris’s smile falters as he turns around, groaning, “Dodger, I told you to stop moving the balloons.”

He turns around completely, arranging the balloons to say “MOM❤️” and turns back around, saying, “Ta-da!”

You laugh loudly before walking to Chris, hugging him.

“When did you have time to do all this?”

Chris smiles, holding your waist, before yawning and saying, “I got up at like 6 to make all the food and then I got the balloons when the mall opened at 8.”

You wrap your arms around Chris before kissing his cheek.

“Well, thank you, I love it. And I love you.”

You bite your bottom lip, flicking your eyes down to his lips, before leaning towards him. Chris smirks, letting his hand slide to your butt cheek, softly squeezing it before you hear a small whine. You stop moving, slowly looking down. Dodger looks up at you with his big brown eyes, rubbing his snout on your leg.

You smile softly, letting go of Chris before bending down and petting his head.

“You want some love too, huh, Dodge?”

You rub the back of Dodger’s ears, hearing a click sound. You turn around, seeing Chris with his phone in his hand. You smile, saying, “Did you just take a picture?”

Chris smiles softly, “No?”

You chuckle, sitting down and gesturing at Chris to join you. Chris takes one of your hands in his and pets Dodger with the other. You alternate looking at Chris and Dodger before sighing and cupping Chris’ face in your hands. You kiss him softly, leaning back and saying, “I love you, baby.”

Chris smiles softly, replying, “I love you too.”

You look down, sighing softly. Chris lifts your head up, giving you a knowing look, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You chuckle at how perfectly he knows you.

“I know I said I wasn’t ready, but I think maybe I am.”

Chris’ smile widens slowly before he says, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

You nod your head excitedly and Chris lunges at you, tackling you to the ground, planting kisses all over your face. You laugh softly, hearing Dodger bark, before he excitedly starts jumping around Chris and you.

Chris leans back slightly before whispering, “You’re gonna be the best mom, I just know it.”

You smile softly, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around him.

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