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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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I've never asked anyone in my entire tumblr presence, I'm excited you'll be the first, even if it doesn't get done 🙏☆♡🥬

Anyways, I feel like there is a very sad amount of Soap content on here so like..idk maybe pining Soap fluff??

He's totally the type of guy to follow someone around like a lovesick puppy and everyone notices except the person of interest LOL

Congrats on the milestone btw!! You deserve it 😼😼

—Oblivious Pining

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

Everyone had seen it, and at this point, it had just become painful. The soft, gentle eyes—the instantaneous smile whenever your unit showed up, your form not for a second missed to those cobalt blues. The deepening color of his cheeks was another tell, along with how he would clear his throat whenever your eye caught his, quickly looking away as if a teenager sneaking glances at his crush.

Which was what precisely was happening, actually—minus the teenager part.

But the worst of it was that you had absolutely no clue.

Perhaps it was because you’d grown so used to his teasing attitude, or even his touches or his open expressions, but you, truly, hadn’t the faintest clue that those actions were Johnny’s way of saying he was interested in you. You went about your joint missions together, touching shoulders and smiling widely, and everyone was about ready to go right back to war just so the two of you could stop it with the puppy eyes already.

“I’m losing my mind,” Gaz utters, blinking in rapid succession at the two forms as they walk side by side across the tarmac. “I am absolutely losing my damn mind.” The exasperation can be taken and scooped with a spoon. The Sergeant gestures with his hand. “Are they bloody blind? Both of them?”

“Seems like it,” the Captain grunts, eyes narrowed and arms crossed as Soap’s hand comes up and ruffles your hair, you swat him away and playfully punch his shoulder. The Scot fake balks back in imaginary pain.

Price rubs a hand over his beard with a sigh as Ghost blankly stares from behind them, leaning back against the base’s walls. The Lieutenant breathes out, “Fuckin’ hell. Gonna be dead ‘fore these bastards figure it out.”

Your unit was sharing most of the same looks, rolling their eyes and placing bets once more on whether one of you would make a move. Across the way your face is comfortably heated, heart hammering and yearning for something more. Johnny thinks the same as he chuckles, one hand going to itch at the side of his head.

“Well, it was more than good to see you again, Dearie.” He says, and you huff a laugh. “There’s nothing better than watchin’ you work, eh?”

It’s a tease laced with truth, and you shift your feet, trying to hide the sudden flip of your intestines.

“Quit it, MacTavish,” your smile is infectious, and you send a glance at the setting sun before your smirk gradually grows. “In my opinion, you all hot and sweaty beats that out of the park.”

“Oh, aye,” the Scot cockily tilts his head, raising a brow as his stubble moves back. “Know it does.”

You chuff, head looking away in childish glee. “You’re impossible.”

“Ah,” he licks his lips, leaning back on his heels. “Don’t worry now, Little Lady, I’m all yours to figure out—I promise.” The flirting was a constant from both parties, and neither of you tired of it.

A small silence grew, and over the course of the last month or so, the pauses had become more and more frequent when the want to speak prevailed, but no one knew what exactly to say. You both blink at one another, noticing that you’ve both been staring heavily.

Johnny’s throat clears, and he licks his lips before quickly looking away; you awkwardly chuckle and decide that his vest is the most interesting thing in the world.

Both small teams want to bash their heads into a wall.

“I’ll be seeing you?” Johnny sighs softly, speaking as his accent grows deeper with thought. He wanted to scold himself for his cowardness but had no idea that you were doing the same.

“Of course,” you nod firmly. “I’m not as big of a fool to ignore my favorite Demolitions Expert.”

“You’re makin’ go all shy now, ya little beast,” Johnny levels, his cheeks gaining a reddish hue.

You spare a laugh, and that silence once more returns. He wants to tell you, but he’s not sure how, and that itself makes his body tense with indecision—tell you the truth, or live with his own hesitation on your answer. Spare the man, he was too blind to see how much you already adored him.

Blinking away, you clench your jaw and hold out your hand. “Until next time, Sergeant.”

Johnny smiles lightly, eyes going soft. There were so many things he’d accomplished in his life by running head-long into them; by barging down doors and thinking of an exit while his foot was already halfway outside. But this…this he didn’t mind taking his time with.

You were worth every second.

Johnny gently grasps your hand, squeezing it as he hums, lips twitching. The teams would have to wait in their annoyance for another day.

“Until next time, Dearie. Don’t be a stranger.”

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moonlightspencie · 11 months

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self-assured

Description: There are many things Aaron Hotchner is sure about in his life. One thing evades this sureness: you.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: it’s like all fluff and pining idk

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: originally on tumblr. then camped out on ao3. now back on tumblr.

Aaron Hotchner was sure of himself as he walked through the bullpen. He could walk with purpose as he greeted everyone on the way to his office. He was sure of his ability to lead his team through another day, and if a case popped up? He was sure he could lead them there, too.

He wasn’t one to get flustered, nervous, or fidgety in the face of danger. He knew the job, and most days he knew he could get it done.

One thing he was becoming increasingly less sure about was how to stay professional when you smiled at him like that.

“Come on, Hotch,” you whined, sitting across from him at the table. “We just got through a hard case. Loosen up a little.”

He fought a smile that was trying to force itself onto his face. He looked at you, though he couldn’t stop the amusement from showing in his eyes.

“I’m loose.”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Rossi joked, a wide smile on his face.

“Okay, the sooner we finish this paperwork, the sooner we get back to the hotel,” Hotch said, playfully exasperated with his team.

A few of them grumbled, but they all got back to finishing the forms they needed to. One by one they started leaving the room, all ready to get some sleep after a very long day.

You had finished yours before the last couple of people left, but you weren’t willing to move quite yet. Mostly due to the fact that you knew Hotch had also been finished and wasn’t moving.

“We deal with too many crazy people,” you said with a sigh. “I hate to think that those people had to watch him swallow a bullet.”

“At least he let the rest of them live. It could have gone way worse,” Hotch said, not yet looking up.

“That’s true, but now we have to deal with the die-hards. And keep an eye on the other followers.”

“Let’s hope they won’t cause more problems for us and take this as a lesson,” he said with a sigh, pushing his papers away from him.

He stood, crossing his arms across his chest.

“It’s been a long week,” he said looking off towards the last few officers walking around outside of the office.

You watched him just long enough for him to notice. He looked back, raising a brow.

“What?” He asked quietly, leaning against the table.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. You look good today.”

You smiled innocently, unaware of the way his heart started beating wildly in his chest. He cleared his throat, looking away.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged, looking back out the windows. “Always fun seeing you in khakis, though.”

He chuckled. “Alright, you should really head to the hotel.”

“What? No way, cults are way more interesting than a stuffy hotel room.”

“Everyone else is gone.”

“You’re not.”

He fell quiet, knowing you’d checked him on that point.

“Can’t tell me to do something when you won’t. We’re done with the case, you can’t pull the angry boss card now.”

He smiled, looking away.

“See?” You exclaimed, pointing at him. “You’re smiling way more than normal. You must be exhausted.”

He opened his mouth in shock. “Hey!”

You shrugged. “I’m right.”

You started slowly walking towards the door. He watched you, a small smile on his face as you did. You raised your brows, nodding towards the exit. He sighed lightly, shaking his head as he started dragging his feet towards you, stopping just a couple feet in front of you.

“Ready, Chief?”

He chuckled, shaking his head again. “Chief?”

“I don’t know, it’s late.”

“Alright, let’s go, agent,” he said, pointing towards the door.

You walked out together, deciding that taking one car would do just as well. The ride back was quiet. You stared out the window at the lights that passed by, Hotch glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?”

You sighed softly. “It’d be nice to come back and visit around here sometime. In better conditions. Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed. “I saw there was a little art museum here. Lots of parks. It’d be cool.”

“Maybe we can all take a team trip.”

You laughed. “Some non-violent team-building?”

“Exactly,” he agreed with a light laugh to match yours.

You smiled, breathing out. “That sounds nice.”

He quieted again, thinking about it. It would be nice to spend time out and about. Though, you were more on his mind than anyone else. He couldn’t help but picture you walking through a museum, pointing out every piece that caught your attention. Or walking a trail, admiring the views as you did. His thoughts were interrupted when he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.

“Alright, time for bed,” he mumbled, looking at you.

A small smile creeped onto his face when he did. Your head was lolled to the side, your breath coming soft and even. He reached out, just barely touching your shoulder.

“Hey, we’re here,” he said, rubbing your arm gently. “Y/N?”

You shifted, eyes slowly opening. “Oh. We’re here.”

He smiled. “That’s what I said.”

You yawned. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

You straighten in your seat, stretching your arms in front of you.

“I fell asleep.”

“That’s okay.”

You looked at him, giving him a soft smile. He kept your eye a moment, then felt the need to look away. He looked back towards the hotel.

“We should go. We’re going to have a long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, yawning once more with a hand over your mouth. You both got out of the car, walking into the hotel and heading up the elevator. He said a quiet goodnight as you reached your room, and you offered a wave back, stepping inside.

Hotch got into his room, stretching his arms above his head as he walked towards the bathroom. He took a shower, closing his eyes and thinking of you.

He was sure of himself as he got out, climbing into bed. He was sure he was going to dream of you that night.

One thing he most definitely wasn’t sure of was how long he could go on pretending like his feelings didn’t exist.

A week later he sat at your dining room table, a little surprised at how homey your place felt. Not that you weren’t inviting as a person, he’d just never been to an agents house that felt so… Lived in. It was warm and comforting.

Emily and Derek talked over one another, though they agreed at every point they spoke about. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi were involved in their own conversation. You watched it all happen, sipping at your glass. You turned to Hotch after a moment, noticing that he didn’t seem to be involved in the happenings at the table.

“You think they realize how loud they’re being?” You asked in a whisper, leaning close to him.

He smirked. “I don’t think they ever do. Have a bunch of federal agents let loose and this is what happens.”

You nodded, thoughtful. He glanced at you, though you’d barely moved from your position next to him. You turned your head, eyes on him once more.

“Well, then what happened to us? Are we normal or just boring?”

“Maybe just tired,” he chuckled.

“That’s why you’re the unit chief. Smart man.”

He laughed, looking at you. You smiled, then backed into your seat again. He caught Morgan’s eye at that, shaking his head when he received an eyebrow raise. He looked back to his now-empty plate, trying to reign it in before anyone else noticed how head-over-heels he was.

He got up, walking into the kitchen under the guise of needing more wine. Though he couldn’t deny it might be helpful.

He stood at the counter, needing time to himself. It was cut short very quickly when Morgan shuffled in, giving him a very obvious knowing look.

“Hi,” Hotch said.

“Hey,” Derek replied, sitting in a stool across from Hotch. “What’s the deal?”

“Deal?”

“Don’t play around with me, Hotch. I see how you’ve been getting around that little ray of sunshine lately,” he said with the ghost of a smirk.

Hotch sighed. “It’s ridiculous.”

“What? Your attitude? Trust me, I know.”

He glared at that. “Morgan.”

“I say give it a shot. I can’t think of two people who deserve each other more,” he replied with a smile. “In the best way.”

Hotch chuckled. “I appreciate you saying that, but I think Y/N might be a bit out of my league.”

“Oh, no doubt about it,” Morgan said with a laugh. “Still, I think you’d be great together. Y/N’s totally into you anyways.”

Hotch furrowed his brow. “I really don’t think so.”

Derek looked at him with wide eyes. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Okay, clearly you are oblivious as hell.”

“I’m not.”

“That angel finds every chance to be around you. Looks at you the same way you look right back. Y/N’s just a lot better at hiding it.”

“Again, I appreciate that, but…”

“No ‘buts’ about it. You don’t have to try anything, but you can’t deny how you act around each other. Ain’t trying that stuff with pretty boy out there.”

Hotch leaned against the countertop, nodding slowly. He had never taken a moment to consider any of those things before, too blinded by how hard he was trying not to be obvious about his own feelings.

Derek walked up, a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t think yourself into a hole.”

Hotch nodded his thanks, though before Derek could get another word out, you walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, you two. I was wondering where you guys ran off to,” you said with a smile.

“Just a little guy talk,” Derek state with a wink.

You put your hands up. “By all means, I can leave.”

“We’re done anyway,” Morgan shrugged. “I think Hotch could use some company, though.”

Hotch looked at him with wide eyes, receiving nothing more than a cocky smile as Morgan left the room. He straightened up as you turned to him, sipping at the last of the liquid in your glass. You set it on the counter.

“You could… Use company?”

He shook his head. “Morgan is just messing with me.”

“What about?”

“It’s nothing.”

You quirked a brow. “He seemed pretty happy with himself. Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Hotch smirked, looking down. You circled around the counter, leaning against it next to him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Hotch?”

He just looked at you, still not saying a word. You reached over, patting the top of his hand where it rested on the countertop.

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?”

“You are, are you?” He asked with a smile, his dimples poking in his cheeks.

“Sure am.”

He took in a breath. “Where do you cap it at?”

“What, like how big of a secret I can keep?”

He nodded once. You crossed your arms, thinking for a moment.

“I still remember my middle school best friends biggest secret?”

“What was it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

He nodded. “In that case, you passed my test.”

You laughed, hopping up to sit on the counter. You looked at him as he stood, just looking at you like he was planning his next move.

You hummed. “You always seem so self-assured.”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Like, you always have your next move planned. This time you don’t, though. I can see those gears turning in your brain.”

He smiled a little, nodding. “You’ve got me, there.”

“So, what is it?”

“What’s what?”

You raised a brow. “The secret.”

“You really won’t let that go?”

“Morgan was acting like he knew something. I want to know what’s causing his cocky little smile.”

Hotch cleared his throat. “It’s, uh… It’s you.”

You paused. “Okay, and what is that supposed to mean?”

He smiled again, looking away for a moment. You called his name gently, and his gaze set back on you. You gave him an assuring smile.

“It’s you,” he stated once again. “You say I’m self assured. Normally, I try to be. When it comes to you— I feel lost. I never know what to say to you.”

“Why not?”

He took in a breath. “I have a feeling you know.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I was just hoping you’d say it.”

He laughed quietly. “I don’t know that it’s a good idea. I don’t want to be responsible for the outcome.”

“You know a way to avoid that responsibility?” You questioned.

He looked at you curiously, shaking his head. You bit back a grin, holding out your hand for him. He took it, and you pulled him closer, his side against your knee. He watched you closely, and you leaned in closer.

“If you want, I could be the one taking responsibility,” you whispered.

He swallowed. “Really?”

“If you’d like,” you said with a nod.

He looked at you, unsure if you were really willing to make the next move. He nodded, finally feeling sure about it.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his. It took him a moment before he was pushing back against you, lips locked with yours. You brought a hand up to caress his face, a thumb brushing against his cheek. He smiled at that, and you pulled back.

“See? You don’t have to take that responsibility. Easy enough.”

He chuckled. “Now who’s all self-assured?”

You paused, feigning a moment of though.

“Both of us,” you said with finality.

He nodded quickly. “I can agree to that.”

He leaned in again, a hand resting on your knee as your lips connected. You kissed a moment longer, enjoying the moment but knowing it couldn’t last. You rested your forehead against his.

“They’re going to get suspicious soon,” he said.

“Stupid profilers. They just have to be the best in the FBI,” you sighed, then laughed.

“Oh, they’re the worst,” he agreed in falsity.

You hopped down from the counter, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Maybe this can continue later over more wine and a movie?”

He nodded. “Is that a question or a statement?”

“Statement. You’re staying for a while tonight.”

He smiled. He was sure he wanted to be with you, and he was certainly sure he loved the way it felt to kiss you. He was sure about the butterflies he felt when you looked at him the way you did.

The only thing Aaron Hotchner was not fully sure of was how in the world he’d sneak it all past his coworkers.

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 5 months

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Hii idk if u take requests, Iam very new to tumblr so sorrry for any mistakes! I was wondering if u could maybe do a continuation of “The Vultures Are Always Watching” where Finnick finally does what he talked about near the end of the fanfic, tearing one of the capitol people off of the reader. Maybe the reader starts to freak out when the capitol member does something to her she wasn’t ready for and Finnick flies into action, ripping the capitol member off of her? Heavy angst to comfort!!

The Ravenous Vultures

Finnick Odair/Reader

Summary: The Capitol takes what they want, takes what they believe they deserve. It's too easy for them to remember how you district folk had ended up under them.

I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

I do take requests and thank you so much for requesting!

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Forced prostitution, bruises, Dubcon, Finnick beats someone up, Reference to the Hunger Games, Mentioned Underaged prostitution, Blood, and Injuries.

Word Count: 1.4k

You cling onto Finnick, a fake smile painted on your lips as your eyes roam around the room. A slight breeze passes through the air, the autumn chill finally starting to take place. Though the weather change hadn’t seemed to deter the members of the Capitol, they were all too celebratory to notice the chilly atmosphere.

The dress that you wore was slipping off with every small breath you took. It was too loose to be proper and too thin to be nothing but see through and unprotective against the autumn season. The warmth that Finnick provided to you was fleeting and useless as he himself was covered in goosebumps and you could feel the small shivers that racked his body from time to time.

Though soon enough your coldness was taken from you with no gratitude involved as it was only replaced with another kind of sickness. This cold left you feeling hollow and something within you stolen. You could throw up on command with this type of sickness, this coldness that festered and built in your body burning everything else in a grave that bypassed six feet by miles.

The man above you had introduced himself like it truly mattered. It was gone to you now, his name but the memory of his hands was one you knew you would not forget for the rest of the night and well into tomorrow. He would ingrain himself into you without really knowing, without his own true, sick intentions being knocked down with something more nefarious that you had built up in your own mind.

You stared at the ceiling as he made his way inside of you. The pain had become one of many normals for you but the feeling of being shoved into never ceased and your hands gripped the edges of the bed tight. The sound of creaking made your head turn, meeting Finnick’s eyes as he looked at you, his hand was gripping onto the wood of the dresser and you watched as the cheap wood groaned and creaked under his palm.

The man above you started to move, you couldn’t feel anything. Not physically or emotionally, your brain had shut off and you drifted off into your own world, into your own memories of you and Finnick. The man above you wouldn’t notice, he wouldn’t care—it wasn’t about you, it was about bragging and his own pleasure that always came before you could properly summon up a good memory of you and Finnick.

Finnick. Not one moment goes by that he isn’t there in some way, somehow. Even in that arena he was there, cheering you on and sending you little notes along with your gifts. The notes always made you smile, they always concealed something in the undertones but were overshadowed by his funny phrasing and little doodles that he would leave for you.

He had been the first person to greet you when you got out. The small hospital bed had made you feel cramped and the feeling of pure fear overtook you with gripping claws and sharp fangs that bled a soul torturing poison into you. Your screams had been enough to alert the Peacekeepers and the nurses who weren’t even remotely nearby, not believing that you would wake up anytime soon, your injury in the arena had been near fatal and it was a miracle that you had made it out alive.

Snow wouldn’t allow it. There had to be a victor, someone had to be another piece in his wheel. It had been an effort to keep you alive, severe blood loss and a serious brain injury had left you flatlining numerous times before that made you stable. Snow had rubbed in your face when he visited you a week after your victory tour, he had told you the price of your survival.

And Finnick had made him a compromise, you had been the same age as he was when Snow visited him. When the first hands had touched him, had groped him and petted him like he was nothing more than a pet.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips, a stinging pain on your cheek is the only mark of what had just happened. The man above you is staring down at you with lust, an angry lust that shows that you had gotten caught or he was about to release whatever rage was building up in him.

“Look at me.” he spits out, his hips snapping against yours roughly and you choke.

His hand meets your cheek once again.

Bile builds up violently and you clamp your mouth shut to keep it in.

You choke again and panic flares up in you when his hands wrap around your throat. Fight or flight had been your companions during the Games and you had rarely ever chosen flight.

You dig at him with your nails, sinking them into his skin and tearing at what you could. The man above you hissed in pain and rips back from you before bringing back his hand and slapping you across the cheek once more. Another gasp leaves you but the fight doesn’t, you go to hit him once more but his body is ripped away from the mattress before you could even try to get a good hit in.

Finnick stands there in front of the man, his body is heaving and you can hear his angry puffs of breath. Then he joins the man on the ground, straddling his lithe body and delivering a fierce punch to his face.

The first one brings shock.

The second one sounds out a loud crack around the room.

The third one has you staring at the scene, your throat dry and tears piled up in your eyes as you watch.

The fourth, fifth and sixth one go by in a flash but the sound of blood is fresh in your ears as you watch, curled up on the bed.

You wonder if this was how Finnick was in his own games. Ruthless and without mercy, ripping apart those who had stood toward his path of life. You wondered if it had been like this for him.

Because you know it was for you.

The seventh punch is delivered by the time the door bursts open and Peacekeepers storm in, grabbing the feral tribute by his arms and dragging him out of the room. Finnicks eyes meet your own as he’s dragged away, there is no regret and no fear, only acceptance and love in those sea green eyes of his.

You're dragged to your room by another Peacekeeper, he’s gentler in his handlings but you know that you will have to be paraded around the parting Capitol. They watch you, they always do. The vultures swarm the second they see you, whispers penetrate the air and fill your ears as you're led away. Some take the time to drag their eyes up and down your naked form but you feel nothing. Humiliation had been beaten out of you years ago and shame grips you so tightly every night that you can only embrace the feeling with open arms.

The door opens hours later and Finnick comes in, his face is bloody and bruises like his knuckles but only one was his doing. You watch as he staggers in on unsettled feet but those feet don’t stop until he reaches you.

Your eyes meet and he collapses into waiting arms.

“Oh Finn,” you whisper to him and his body shudders.

It’s only minutes later that you can coax him to the top of the bed, your body propped by pillows and his head creating a comfortable weight on your chest. It should be uncomfortable by all means but you can’t see it that way. In no way is this uncomfortable and in no way will you feel the upcoming ache in your bones by the coming morning, it would be covered by the ache you already feel in your thighs, on your hips and arms and face.

Your neck is the worst.

A single glance hasn’t been spared to it from the time you had been thrown in here and now with Finnick laying on top of you, crying. It’s bad, you know it is. The pain is terrible, a blazing sort that springs tears in your eyes and a small cry of pain whenever you try to move it.

A ghosting wind goes over the bruises and a whimper escapes your lips. Finnick pulls away entirely, insecurity glazes over his eyes in a thick cloud of gray that pulls at your heart. His hands cup you cheeks and he brings his forehead to your own. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You close your eyes and whisper back, “I’m sorry too.”

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair

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a-random-weeb · 6 months

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Hiii can I request yandere fyodor, chuuya, jouno and dazai with a childish s/o? Likes to prank people and act immaturely while also not understanding when enough is enough?

I myself have been called childish a lot too TvT idk what they're talking about, me are trés mature

I also don't write for jouno in fear I'll make him too ooc

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Dazai:

•He's just as childish

•You both plan pranks on everyone

•Eventually, Kunikida doesn't let both of you near eachother, otherwise the ADA is on fire

•Sometimes even you manage to surprise him with your chaos

•He never stops you, though, he finds it amusing (unless it could lead to you hurting yourself)

•If you try to hurt yourself, he'll get Kunikida to scold you, and might even being up how bad it is while your both cuddling

•If you continue to hurt yourself during your stupid pranks, he'll kidnap you

•He can't have his poor Belladonna getting hurt now can he?

•He still lets you pull any other pranks on him, as long as no one gets hurt

•Ane if you make a mess, it's completely your responsibility to clean it up

*ੈ✩‧.+˚*ੈ✩‧.+˚*ੈ✩‧.+˚*ੈ✩‧.+˚*ੈ✩‧.+˚*ੈ✩

Chuuya:

•Chuuya finds your childishness annoying sometimes

•Your tendency to take things to far mixed with his anger issues isn't a good combination

•He finds some of your pranks amusing though

•He probably loses his temper when you take things too far

•But at the same time, theres nothing he lives more than your laughter, so he tries to hold in his anger

•But you definitely get yelled at if you take things to far, he's not passed beating you up depending on what you did

•Sometimes he lets you out to pull stupid pranks on Dazai

‧⋆ ✧˚+‧⋆. ✧˚°⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚+‧⋆. ✧˚°⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚+‧⋆.

Fyodor:

•He finds your childishness amusing

•well, as long as it doesn't get out of hand

•He finds some of your pranks to be funny... and others... he'll punish you for

•He doesn't necessarily want you to lose your childishness, it's just when you take things too far it's quite annoying

•But don't worry, he'll teach you, his punishments will get worse and worse the more you misbehave, it's only a matter of time before you learn

•and if you dont... well, have fun watching him torture your best friend to death

•You and Nikolai totally team up to piss him off a little (Nikolai protects you from whatever punishment he has in store)

•Nikolai probably ends up dead because he was jealous and pissed

•He won't punish you as harshly though since you were under the influence of some stupid clown, but you don't need Nikolai anyway! All you need is him....

•He allows you to play funny little pranks (eg. Changing his background to something stupid, jump scaring him (which you fail every time, which he finds incredibly entertaining), pretending to be a sheet ghost and coming out if nowhere, ect.) He finds your little giggles and whatever to be adorable

✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹✿+.°𖦹

I'm sorry Chuuyas is so short normally I have a shit ton to write for him, but I guess not today

Also, I finished writing this while at a hockey game (in between periods) that is my dedication to tumblr (yes I love hockey like any other Canadian)

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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Goody Part 3 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

Dude, this part is steamy. IDK if I should post this to tumblr, like I feel like I will get arrested or something. This is my first ever like proper smut scene, so be nice. AH I'm nervous. No one judge me alright! Bahaha omg ok here we go, this is part three. This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

I lie in bed dozing, I ruminate on the last conversation I had with Joe. My head swirls with emotions, I’m happy I apologised but I’m sad at how he took the apology. He was so cruel. I have known Joe for a long time, yes he is annoying and rude but always in a playful manner. When I spoke to him before I left he was malicious. I huffed rolling over and pulling the covers under my chin. My plan for today is to do nothing. None of the others are off, so I can be lazy and spend all day in bed, moping. I hear heavy footsteps run up the stairs, my back faces away from the bedroom door, I hear it creak open. “Mary, I’m not doing a shift, this is my day off!” I say before she can speak. I hear the person panting. I still, is it not Mary. I roll over, my eyes widen in surprise. There in the doorway is a breathless Joe. I sit up, then pull the covers up to hide my pj’s I wear. I don’t have a bra on.

“Joe, what on earth are you doing here?” I query. “Did you run here, you shouldn’t run yet, what about you injury.” I ramble on. He chuckles, catching his breath.

“They discharged me.” He reports, straightening. He walks further into the room, looking awkward. I watch him curiously.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. He moves forward, taking a seat at the bottom of my bed. He wrings his hand together looking sheepish.

“I wanted to apologise to you. I didn’t mean what I said. I forgive you.” He mutters, looking down at his hands.

“Oh, well thank you.” I say confused, he ran all the way here to forgive me. I furrow my brow watching him.

“What?” He says looking up at me.

“Nothing.” I say shaking my head, “Well I guess this is goodbye then.” I extend my hand for him to shake it. He glances from my hand to my face. He shakes his head. I blink at him confused, I lower my hand.

“Oh no, Goody, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smirks at me, but it’s different, there’s intent behind the smirk. My breath catches in my throat, as my heart beats faster, unsure of what he means. I stay still, as he stands from his position, and makes his way further up the bed, he sits down right beside me. My breathing quickens as I gulp, the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults. I bite my lower lip, waiting with anticipation. His eyes darken as his hand reaches out, removing my lip from my teeth with his thumb as he cups my face. Goosebumps arise on my skin from his touch. A shiver runs up my spine. I hold the cover closer to my chest, trying to hide the fact I’m not wearing a bra. He glances from my lips back to my eyes. I keep very still, not wanting to make any sudden movements, like he is a wild animal and one move will send him back into the woods.

I glance at his lips. He slowly moves forward, I feel his breath on my face. I’m desperate for him to close the gap. I do it myself, finding his lips with my own. A rush of adrenaline shoots through my body. I kiss him harder, dropping the covers I cling to myself, leaving me in just a t-shirt and my underwear. I pull him closer, grabbing at his neck and shoulder. His hands find my waist pulling me flush with him. His fingers travelled under my shift gripping at my hips. I moan from the contact. He pulls back smiling at me, “You like that huh?” I don’t answer him, smashing my lips back onto his.

I need him closer. I open my mouth as his tongue darts out wetting my lip. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting softly. I gasp, as he lets it go, kissing me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The heat in between my legs is growing, as fingers drag down my back under my top. I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck. I pull his jacket off his shoulders. I can feel him grinning into my neck. I pant, needing him more. I undo his buttons, struggling a little, his hands leave my back to help me with his top. He gets up from the bed, leaving me sitting on my knees. I watch him as he pulls off his tops, exposing his bare chest. I grin at him, “You like the show?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. I nod, grinning at him. I cover my mouth with my hand as he undoes his belt buckle with one hand, then undoing his pants. He pulls them down leaving him in his underwear.

I squeal as he marches forward, picking me up from the spot I watch him from. He sits down on the bed placing me on top of him. I straddle his lap. Feeling his hardness pressed against me. I lean in to kiss him again but he stops me with his hand around my neck. He tsks, “One of us is wearing too much.” I nod, just wanting his lips on mine again. His hand leaves my neck, pulling off my top. I cover my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of how exposed I am to him. His gaze meets mine, full of lust and need. “I don’t want you to cover yourself around me, Y/N.” His tone low. I lower my hands exposing my chest to him. He takes me in, “You’re beautiful.” He whispers, pulling me closer to him, so that his chest is flush with mine.

He kisses me hard, I return the kiss. My fingers tangling in his hair. His hands run up my sides, sending shivers around my body. I gasp into his mouth as he takes the soft flesh of my chest into his hand, squeezing it gently. His fingers pinching my erect nipple, causing me to groan in pleasure as I arch my back for him. His mouth quickly latches onto my other nipple, his tongue swirling around it sensually. “Oh god!” I mutter looking down to watch him. I run my fingers through his hair tugging it softly, causing a groan to leave his lips, I shudder as it reverberates throughout my body.

I grind my hips into his, causing him to gasp. His hands landed on my waist, stilling me. I laugh as he flips us over, so that he hovers over me. I watch him through heavy lids, as he kisses his way down my torso, looking up at me as he goes. He drags his lips over my waist and hips, causing me to squirm under his touch, he grins tickling me with his lips. I still when he kisses me just above the waistband of my underwear. I pant watching him with anticipation. He grins at me, knowing he is teasing me. I lift my hips for him to pull the fabric down but he holds me still. “Joe.” I plead, wiggling my hips. He presses kisses to the insides of my thighs, driving me insane, getting closer with each kiss, but just as he is about to kiss where I want him too he moves away.

“Stop teasing me.” I whine.

“Ask nicely.” He looks up at me from between my legs.

“Please Joe.” I say.

“Please Joe what? Use your words, Y/N.” He says in his husky voice.

“Please Joe, please remove my underwear and kiss me… kiss me down there.” I mutter embarrassed. He smirks at me. Lifting my hips and pulling down the fabric, exposing me to him. I wait patiently, watching him take me in with his eyes.

“So wet for me.” He says, his breath fanning on me. I sigh in content, leaning my head back. I gasp when his lips find my core, my back arching. His tongue swirls over my bud of nerves, sucking and licking. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. A loud moan falls from my lips when his finger slides inside of me. I reach down gripping onto his hair, my other hand grasping at the sheets we lie on. He hums in satisfaction, at my noises. I gasp feeling it on my core. “Oh my god, Joe!” I pant. He pushes me close to the edge. Sliding another finger inside of me, I feel myself clench around him. As his mouth continues to pleasure me. The noises from my lips are a mixture of groans and screams. He puts more pressure on my core with his tongue, moving faster in and out of me. I arch my back further as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, nearly over the edge. He holds me still, looking up at me from between my legs. His gaze finally pushed me to my finish. I close my eyes, throwing my head back. My toes curl, as I grip onto Joe’s head, worried I will explode from my orgasm that rips through my body, causing me to shake. I finally come down from my high. I lay there spent, Joe still resting in between my legs, just smiling at me.

I pull him up to me, crashing my lips into his. Tasting myself on him, “I need you.” I whisper into his ear, as my lips run down his neck. “Greedy?” He says pulling me back, to then kiss my lips again. I nod, kissing him hungrily on his lips. I can feel his smile under my lips. I smile back coyly, “Please.” I look up at him through my lashes, pouting my lips slightly, really putting on my puppy dog eyes. His smirks at me, chuckling. He kisses the tip of my nose. “If you look at me like that I won’t ever leave this room.” He warns, I grin nodding my head. I reach down pulling at his waistband, I tug them down.

I bite my lip as his dick springs free. I reach down, taking him in my hand, he groans burying his head in my shoulder. His breath tickling my neck. I move my hand up and down his length. “Fuck.” He mutters into my skin. I grip him harder, causing him to moan. I move my hand again. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He kisses my cheek. I stop my movement, and grin at him. He bites my lower lip, releasing it again from his teeth. “That's mine, stop biting it.” He growls. I nod, giving him a cheeky smile.

He watches me, I return his gaze. I don’t notice him moving, until he slips inside of me. I gasp, as he watches me with a smirk on his face. I look down at our bodies connected together. I clench around his length, as he moves slowly in and out of me. I watch his face, he closes his eyes, sighing as he rocks back and forth. I place a kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes, looking at me lovingly. He kisses me gently, picking up his pace. I pant into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. I moan as he rams into me. “You feel so good, Joe.” I whimper, gripping at his back, running my nails down his skin. One of his arms holds the head board above us as the other cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my flesh. We continue to stare at each other, I watch him enjoy me as he does the same. He removes his hand from my cheek, snaking it down between my legs. I cry out as his thumb rubs circles on my bud of nerves. “What do you want Y/N?” He asks in between pants. “I want you Joe.” I moan. He presses into my core as he moves faster in and out of me. The sound of panting, moans and skin slapping together fill the room. He calls out my name, as I do the same.

“Please Joe, don’t stop.” I beg him almost over the edge. He kisses me hard. Going deeper inside of me, I whine into his mouth, as he groans in mine. We climax together. I feel my body shake under his as my walls clench around him. I feel him finish inside of me as he moans into my hair. He lowers himself down to lie on me. We lie together, panting, coming down from our highs. I hugged him tightly to me as he stroked my hair. We don’t move or pull away from each other basking in each other’s bodies. He pulls back enough to look at my face, he smiles warmly at me, kissing me softly on my lips. “You know what?” He says.

“What?” I ask brushing the hair off his forehead, grinning at him.

“I don’t think I hate you.” He states, making me chuckle.

“Well I hope not.” I say between laughs.

“No, I think I love you.” His eyes meet mine, as he takes me in.

“I love you.” I whisper, kissing him gently. He kisses me back lovingly.

#I am so sorry #If you know me personally #no you don't #Smut #this is so smutty #omg #ah #Liebgott #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #fem reader #hbo war #fanfic #reading #ahhh ok omg I am going to post this and go to bed #and pretend like I didn't write this #askjbajb

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Can I please request a Bradley Bradshaw fic where Rooster finds out reader faked an orgasm (maybe she’s on meds that make it hard to come or something idk) and he gets all super sad and insecure about it, some angst??

A/N: Ahhh ok so this is my first ever request on tumblr and I'm sorry that it took a while for me to get this out but it kind of went in a different direction than I was originally intending. I don't even know, I hope it's kind of what you had in mind.

ps. Thank you so much for the request!

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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

CW: Okay, this one has some significant allusions to sex (no smut, but fairly suggestive), so I'm gonna go ahead and call this one a mature read. Also, swearing.

Tag List: I won't be tagging anyone from my Rooster list because I don't know who on there is cool with more mature content fics. If you would like to be tagged in future 18+ works, please let me know and I will put you into a separate "Mature Rooster" tag list.

“There’s no way.”

“I’m telling you, Rooster. I know my best friend,” Natasha says, shrugging.

“Why the fuck” – Bradley stops talking because he’s too flustered to compose a coherent sentence. “Why would she fake it?”

Natasha shrugs. “Guys are sensitive.”

“I’m not sensitive!” Bradley retorts abruptly.

Natasha raises her eyebrows at him with a small smile. “Okay.”

He breathes out forcefully, shifting his jaw before taking another swig of his beer. “It’s fucked up,” he says. “I totally fell for it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up.” Natasha pats him on the shoulder sympathetically. “She’s never had an orgasm during sex.”

“What?”

“It’s not that uncommon.” Natasha shrugs her shoulders.

Bradley grimaces. “I’ve never had a problem pleasing anyone before.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

Bradley glares at her but doesn’t respond.

Natasha snorts. “Rooster, I promise you, it has nothing to do with your skills in the bedroom.” She smiles at him cheerily. “Or lack thereof.”

Bradley watches her with an unimpressed expression. “I’m going to talk to her about it.”

“Don’t!” Natasha warns. “Just leave it, who cares? It was a one-time thing, right?”

Bradley stares at Natasha. “She said it was a one-time thing?”

“Well, you didn’t make her come, what do you expect?” Natasha laughs. Bradley rolls his eyes as Natasha rises from her seat. She leans over to add, “I’m joking, Roos.”

“It’s not funny, Phoenix,” Bradley says. “The fact that she felt the need to lie?”

Natasha sighs. “You fucking like her, don’t you?”

Bradley stares at his beer bottle aggressively. “That’s irrelevant.”

…

The following day, Bradley confronts you in the stairwell after your flight brief, just as you’re about to head home.

“Y/N,” he calls.

You stop, wheeling around as he grabs the handrail and hops over six steps to meet you on the landing.

He’s anxious, given what Natasha has told him regarding your one and only hookup. It had been a spontaneous affair – in the officers’ room, after hours. You were finishing up some paperwork and he’d just hopped out of the shower. He’d said he liked your break and roll maneuver from earlier in the day and you’d said you liked the smell of his aftershave. He’d given you a crooked smirk and you’d given him three seconds to lose his pants.

He still remembers your moans and your whimpers and every breath you drew in between. And if none of it was real then why have your lust-inducing sighs been on constant rotation in his head? Why can’t he think of anything except how to bring about that soft gasp again? Why is he longing to hear your ragged breathing as he consumes you in pleasure?

He’s beyond defeated that the sound he’s been obsessing over for the past week was simply an intricate – and, he must admit, impressive – performance. And he’s mad at you for making him believe in it, for making a fool out of him.

But, now that you’re standing before him, he can’t even bring himself to call you out on it. Your eyes, the innocent arch of your eyebrow, the slight tug on the left corner of your mouth as you pull your lips into a small smile, all of it makes his head spin.

“Rooster,” you say, your voice sending a ripple through him that seems to constrict his ribcage so tightly around his lungs that he’s finding it hard to breathe. “What’s going on?”

The truth is, Bradley’s been crushing on you since the day you walked into Hangar One at Top Gun and, sleeping with you was only meant to be the beginning. The fact that you had told Natasha it was a one-time deal is eating away at him even more than the faked orgasm. He lets out a slow, steadying breath, still clutching the handrail. “Phoenix told me,” he says in a strained voice. He releases the metal bar and his hand aches from how hard he’s been gripping it, so he shakes it out, taking a step toward you.

You narrow your eyes, blinking away because Bradley’s gaze is becoming more intense with every passing second. He can feel the friction between the two of you as if your energies are brushing up against one another. He can sense that the closer he gets, the quicker your breaths become and, even if it was all a lie, he wants you more than anything. “Told you what?” you ask quietly, glancing back at him defiantly.

Bradley nearly groans at the sound of your sweet voice, at the way your eyes settle on his despite the tension hanging in the air. You lick your lips and Bradley’s eyes drop to your mouth as he takes another step forward. He’s close enough now that you have to lift your face to maintain eye contact. Bradley furrows his eyebrows. He shakes his head slowly, his anger overshadowed by a tremendous desire to kiss you. “Tell me something,” he says, his voice so low that it breaks apart on the last syllable. He ducks his head so that his breath flutters the hair around your ear. “Can you do it on your own?”

He senses your breath falter at his words before you can catch herself. You place a hand on his chest and take a step back, glancing up to meet his gaze. He covers your hand with his own, squeezing it gently. At first, you appear displeased by the turn in the conversation, but the sincerity in Bradley’s face softens your features. You bite your lip, looking down at the ground between your feet and his.

He takes another step toward you, his feet crowding your personal space as you continue to observe them. His hand still hangs onto yours over his chest. He doesn’t need you to respond; he already knows the answer. “Can you show me?” he says.

You look up at him in alarm and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. His finger slides under your jawline and he lifts your chin ever so slightly, his mouth hovering over yours as you draw short, heated breaths.

“Please,” he whispers. “Because, apparently,” he adds, his lips curving upward into a crooked smirk, “I need some tips.”

You let out a shaky sigh as he takes another step forward, his body pressing into yours and sending a sizzling sensation that starts and ends in his cock. He will learn to please you, even if it takes him hours – days, weeks – of practice. He will memorize everything there is to know about your body. He will draw out your silky moans again, in earnest this time.

“I assure you,” he says, his lips finally sweeping over yours, “I’m a quick study.”

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munsster · 2 years

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i’m so glad u want to start writing for keys i feel like he’s pretty underrated on here </3 maybe something where him and reader have interacted a lot in the game and one recognizes the other’s voice in real life in public? idk i think that would be really cute! x

free life on earth

A/N: listennnn i consumed every tumblr fic i could find of him in one night and decided there was not enough nor will there ever be.

Pairing: Walter “Keys” McKey x GN!Reader

Summary: He thought he was just out getting coffee. But then he bumped into his cyber crush. 2.1k words.

Warnings: fluff, meet (?) cute, you know i had to put this in a coffeeshop, shamelessly awkward flirting, mutual pining, a teensy little accident kiss (unless…), cursing

He was fascinated. From the very beginning, despite how cliché and theatrical it sounds; he swore up and down he'd never go all puppy-dog-eyed again. And then you let out a whip of deafening expletives, and he swan dove right into a new obsession.

But saying obsession seemed too intense and creepy, so he's been calling it his online thing like it's a business meeting. Like he's not lovesick and doting and you have no idea he's worming himself around your little finger.

"You've gotta be—Keys! Don't fucking throw that while I'm standing right here."

The laugh rips out of him and jolts him back in his chair. To think that the limited amount of time he spends not working on this godforsaken game he happens to spend playing the game. He must have something wrong with him. He drops the flashbang back into his inventory and scuttles over to your crouched avatar.

"Sometimes I wonder why they let you graduate," you poke, swiveling in circles in the wavering shade of a big tree, blank eyes staring up at the sky.

"Hey, if I didn't graduate, we never would've met."

You chuckle. "Oh, Keys, life would be so horrible without you"—you click your tongue and your avatar's knees straighten, and his heart shouldn't skip a beat the way it does with your digital face this close to his—"because I have nothing better to do than sit at my desk all day and talk to a stranger on the internet."

"A handsome stranger," he teases.

"I'm logging off."

"Wait—"

"Nope!"

"Come on," he whines, "you know you love me."

Curse him with that sometimes confidence and all-the-time charm. And maybe that's the one thing you don't know. He smoked you out just to get at you while unassuming and lovely. You blink hard just to realize you've gone a little blurry, and the sun slices through your blinds and glares against your monitor.

"Is it light where you are?" you mumble, a songbird cooing and flapping away outside your window. His character goes still, no longer shuffling across the grass, just still. Strands of his hair animated to flow. It makes you smirk every time you think of it.

"Yeah, think so. Geez—"

"What if I was a stalker? Now I know the sun is up for you. That eliminates like... a lot of places," you say, very proudly and kind of worried. You don't rest well as it is, and now this boy might be giving out his address to random users.

"Okay, but is the sun rising or setting?"

"...Maybe it's neither," you hum.

"Maybe it's both."

It takes a second for him to laugh, and he's crazy but it's contagious. You shake your head and press your face into your palms to muffle a soft laugh. Hoping he doesn't hear you humor him. But you do, and he does.

"You're delirious, go have caffeine," you huff, definitely smiling, even with your jaw aching from wearing a headset for much too long. But you're sure the tightness in your neck is worth it when he hums softly and rustles with something on his desk.

"No," he whines, spamming the space bar, sending his character hopping down the grassy slope of the park's small hill. He sighs. "Alright, fine. Didn't feel like staying online anyway."

"Oh, hush, it'll be good for you. Plus, I gotta head out, and I don't want you missing me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, "but you better be on tonight."

"C'mon, baby, you know me," you say, head lulling to the side as he sprints back up the hill just to slip down once he's halfway there. He must be too tired to think about it. Because you've called him that once before, and it sent him reeling. He's glad the game wasn't designed for webcam gameplay. Not only would that be nightmarish, but you would immediately catch him beet red and fidgety.

He yawns.

"Alright, see ya."

You chirp something nice into his ear. Like a goodbye, but you'd never say it. He powers his desktop down and throws on a crewneck before heading a couple blocks north, hands shoved in his pockets the whole way. Head incessant with the thought of you. Even if he could stop it, he wouldn't. If you'd stay holed up in his noggin until the next supernova, he'd be satisfied. And the coffee shop is sticky and warm when he steps in from the chill.

But something makes him smile. Only a few tables have anybody seated there: mostly couples. Except, there's one person sitting alone. Occupying the table closest to the register, scarf draped over the back of the oaky chair, fingertips patting along a dim phone screen.

"Morning, two sugars," the barista chirps, "the usual?"

Keys hisses in a deep breath, eyes flicking over the extensive, swirly-lettered menu.

"You know what—?"

"Aw, break my heart, man—don't tell me you're switching it up on me now."

Keys chuckles with a shrug, "what can I say? I'm a sucker for a limited time offer. Gimme one of those seasonal drinks.”

"That's it, no more discounts for you," he huffs, already scribbling 'Keys' and a pouty face across the side of a bright orange cup.

"You were giving me a discount?"

"Keys," a soft voice chirps. And it's not something he could've imagined if he tried, because it sounds like you, and maybe this is some wishful thinking hat trick, but he turns to the side. And there you are. Arm perched on the back of the chair, torso twisted around to peer up at him. And he peers back. It's you. Wide-eyed and grinning.

"Hi," he pants, "it's you."

Your chair scrapes across the wood flooring, and you get real close to him like you're still not sure this is real life and not a simulator. Or you accidentally signed up for a drug-induced sleep study, and this is the desired, coma-adjacent lucid dream.

"In the flesh." You scoff, hands on your hips. He wonders if you're letting him look at you. It's a little perverted, but he's in denial, watching your mouth and the way it's so different from your in-game avatar. "I was hoping... I mean, I wanted it to be you. You sound like you."

He nods. And his hair flops into his face. Hides his soft pink forehead and the line between his furrowed brows.

"You're... taller than I thought you'd be. And you wear glasses," you say, lifting your hand like you're about to touch him. It makes him happy. He knows you—he's known you exclusively by your code and the sound of your voice, and yet your first instinct was to reach for him. And even though you drop your hand and glance away, he smiles.

"Disappointed?" he teases like he's expecting the rejection. Like you'll laugh and tell him to scram because yes, he's not what you had imagined. Maybe you had imagined him to perfection and doomed him in the process.

But you shake your head.

Decisively, a serious conclusion, borderline frowning at the sentiment. How could you be disappointed after spending days upon days doing absolutely nothing and everything with him. Just him.

You sigh, "You techies are always a wild card. To be honest, I'm just glad you're not a serial killer."

He chuckles and takes a deep breath. Letting it buzz through him because by some miracle, you're glad.

"I take it my dashing looks are just an added bonus," he huffs, raising his brows, but out of the corner of his eye, you smile. You don't laugh, but you smile. Brightly, too, sincere in the creases by your tired eyes.

"Toffee latte for... Keys?"

He scratches the back of his neck when you look away, feeling like he's sweating buckets all over the polished floor. Then you look back at him, lips only parted for a breath, mouth quirked. You look cute. Like he couldn't have imagined you sweeter. He just knows you're gonna leave him all syrupy and stuck on you after this.

"So... d'you—"

"Keys! Latte for Keys?"

"I think that might be you," you tease, nodding over to the pick up window with a grin.

"Oh. Oh, right!"

He hurries over to the disgruntled employee, grabbing his coffee and a couple of napkins and a stopper between his teeth before popping it into the lid. When he turns back around, you're not there. And his heart sinks. Frantic, he cranes his neck, spinning dizzily before catching your wave and the bell above the door. And you duck outside.

The cold smacks him into reality. It’s terrifying the way you look back at him with a smile because he’s been thinking about it since the day he first heard your voice. And now you’re letting him catch up to you, walking backwards with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Sorry for ditching. It was kinda stuffy in there—"

He chuckles, suddenly shy with the way you look right through him. And you’re right. Everything’s clearer. Crisp and frosty, but it’ll melt away with the sun.

"No, yeah, it's totally..." he huffs, "I know."

"Good, 'cause I was hoping you'd walk me home."

He shudders, not knowing whether it's the cold or the way you're so sure of him. Even with sweat rolling down his back. He doesn’t think he’ll make it as far as you plan on taking him. Not after you've flattered him enough to lay him bare on the sidewalk.

“You live around here?”

“‘Course I do. I’m not about to drive fifteen minutes for a cup of coffee,” you grumble, skipping over the cracked pavement where weeds sprout up into teensy yellow flowers. Then the toe of your show catches a jilted and offset curb, sending you teetering forward.

“Woah”—Keys catches you by the hand, too focused on the way your fingertips find their way to his, slotting down hard and curling. “I gotcha.”

“Pssh,” you scoff, tugging him close as an excuse to catch you breath. Only, you’re in the middle of the sidewalk and a biker wheels by with a groan. “White knight.”

“I prefer the term gentleman, but whatever floats your boat.”

You stick your tongue out at him when he takes a swig of his coffee and flinches away from it, fingers clenching around your knuckles.

“Hot?”

“Burning.”

“Thanks,” you say with a wink. And his tongue isn’t the only thing burning when it settles into his ears and nose.

“So, are you nearby, or…?”

“Oh! Yeah, this is my building.” You thrust a thumb over your shoulder and yeah, he’s hooked. So hooked he doesn’t realize you’re less than a block up the road from his building. He doesn’t realize he could have been yours. He could be yours, but he’s too hooked.

“Shit. Then I guess this is goodbye.” He leers up at the art deco apartment complex with a squint. Kind of disappointed before he realizes his palm is damp pressed to yours. Suffocating into the space you give him when he scuffs against the rough concrete.

“Guess so.” The sunlight beams from between the strands of his mussed hair, catching the rim of his lenses, and rendering you in awe. “At least we have the game.”

He scoffs. “We’ll always have the game.”

You shrug and tap the bottom edge of his cup. “And you’ll always have this.” Your finger traces the digits and dashes along until they’re dotted off with a heart. “Definitely didn’t slip him ten bucks for that.”

“You’re pretty desperate, huh?”

You smile. “Yup.” You squeeze his hand and tug him close to kiss the supple place his cheek dimples just slightly when he smiles. And he shifts a little. On accident. But suddenly, your mouth is pressed to the corner of his, and he’s short-circuiting when you pull away. “Sorry!”

“It’s… it’s okay, I’m not—I don’t mind,” he sputters and you laugh despite yourself, “Really, don’t worry about it, I mean, I’m not worried, it’s not a big deal, I just—”

You kiss him again. In front of the steps of your apartment building, holding his hand, and boiling him up inside. He can’t help but smile when you tongue at his bottom lip and drop his hand in favor of his waist. He thinks only you’d be so delicate with him. After all, it’s you. And when you pull away, his mouth is a little pink and a little slobbery, and you swipe your thumb across his chin.

“You better call that number,” you warn. He smirks.

“Beats talking to strangers on the internet.”

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modelbus · 8 months

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hiya!!

this is my first request on Tumblr (or suggestion ig)

how about... something like wilburxreader but with the plot of 'radar detector by darwin deez'? (i would think its like a best friend's to lover situation, yk?)

idk, but i think it'd be pretty fun to write!! even if you don't write this, i just wanted to get this idea out there lol.

- 🦡 anon

this is the first time I’ve ever heard Radar Detector by Darwin Deez and it’s so cute! The slightly bolded lines are lyrics from the song :)

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Radar Detector

You and I buy star maps and drive my car around Los Angeles

“No no, I think that star is this.” You point aggressively at the map, jabbing your finger at the star you’re talking about. Next to you, in the drivers seat, Wilbur squints down then looks up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You pause. “Well, no—“

“Exactly.”

Reaching over the center console, you playfully shove your best friend. Ever since you’ve met Wilbur, this has become your tradition. On clear nights, driving out to find constellations on the shittiest star maps that money can buy. He claims it’s more fun if the maps suck, you claim he likes torturing you.

“Look, if that star is that one, then where is this other star?” He asks, motioning along the map. You stare up at the sky, searching for the mystery star.

“…hidden.” You decide, refusing to be wrong.

Wilbur laughs, making you grin. “It’s not hidden, it’s just not there! Because it isn’t the right star!”

“It is too!” Neither of you are quite good at finding constellations, but that doesn’t really matter. Because nothing beat the feeling of just being with him, hanging around your best friend.

“At this rate we’re never going to find Cassiopeia.” He scolds playfully. “Get to work!”

“I am trying!”

“Try harder!”

He grabs a crumpled napkin, balling it up. It was from the McDonalds the two of you had bought, drinks with fresh condensation sitting in cup holders. Wilbur throws it at you, making you bat it away before it hits you in the face.

“Why don’t you try harder? Why is it always me?” You question, stuffing the napkin under your cup.

“I think I found it, actually.”

I drive a thousand miles an hour

Laughing to yourself, opening your door and leaning against the doorframe. Wilbur stands there, hands in his pocket, grinning widely at you.

“I asked you to come over five minutes ago, Wil.” You say, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He nods nonchalantly.

He lives over five minutes from you. Way over five minutes.

“Please tell me you didn’t speed.”

“Then I won’t.”

With the certainly of someone you’ve known like they’re the other part of you, he walks past you into your living room. With an amused smile, you shut your door behind him and follow behind him.

“What did I say about speeding?”

“That it makes me cool.”

“Wha— no!”

“Yeah.”

From the cheeky look her throws over his shoulder at you, you know he’s only trying to mess with you.

“I told you not to speed because you’ll get hurt.” You deadpan.

“I know, but you asked me to come over. Who cares how fast I go, as long as I get here?”

You scoff, but give in to his argument. Like always.

But you are always looking out for me

“Careful.” Wilbur calls out, moving his hand to the top edge of the cabinet you just ducked your head into. You pull your head back, heading his hand, smiling victoriously with a pot.

“Got it!” You declare. He takes the pot from you, carefully placing it on the stone. “I could’ve done that.” Is your protest as he fills it with exactly two cups of water.

“Bullshit. We both know you’d splash yourself and burn yourself. Which you’d be complaining about for days.” Determinedly, he crosses his arms when he turns to face you.

After a pause, you nod. It was true, you’d probably burn the shit out of yourself. “Fine. Only because you’re right.”

“Darling, I’m always right.”

With an eye roll you decide to prep the part that wouldn’t mean getting burnt. Meanwhile, Wilbur stands over the pot like a man watching paint dry.

“Having fun?” You call out.

“Loads.”

You and I go shopping and find exactly what we're looking for

Picking your way through random thrift store belts, you grab an all-black one. It’s perfect for the outfit you’ve been trying to put together, practically made for you.

Beyond the rack, Wilbur holds up a jumper. You appraise the blue fabric, trying to find any flaws that Wilbur might’ve overlooked. The two of you came with very clear goals in mind. Yours? Find a black belt. His? Jumpers. Preferably one to go with the pants he recently bought.

Nodding your opinion, you head over to him with your black belt in hand. “Looks like all of your others.” You tease.

“But this one matches my shoes.” Is his argument. You know he’d get it anyways, matching shoes or not.

“Uh-huh.” You hum, passing by him to buy the belt.

“Buying that one?” He asks you, stepping up next to you. His hand settles on your lower back, guiding you through the aisles.

“It’s perfect.” You announce. “Successful trip, really.”

“Well worth the drive.” He agrees, looking down at you. With his head angled just a bit, his eyes are only on you, despite navigating you through aisles. ��And I’m paying.”

“Hell no. I can pay for my own—“

“Two dollar belt?” Wilbur raises his eyebrows. “I’m buying it.”

You and I go shopping and fall asleep inside the mattress store.

“I still can’t believe you made Tommy sleep on the floor.”

Wilbur holds open the door to the mattress store, arm above you as you head in first.

“I gave him an air mattress! The kid is not as deprived as he says, I swear.”

The whole point of this trip was to buy an extra mattress so Wilbur could house Tommy whenever. And yes, you had teased him relentlessly about how brotherly the act was.

“For the record, I don’t know how to mattress shop.” You laugh, eyes roaming over the various white beds set up. “So bringing me was useless.”

“It’s never useless to have you around.” Wilbur immediately responds. “And I’ll teach you how. First, you have to walk up to a mattress like you know what you’re doing.”

You follow as Wilbur strides up to one of the mattresses, standing over it.

“Now what?” You ask, humoring him.

“Now we try it.”

He flops backwards, spreading out over the mattress. Arms and legs comically spaced out to take up the entire space, eyes falling shut.

For a second you just stand there, looking at him with a fond smile. Despite being in a public place, he looks completely relaxed.

After a moment he opens one eye to look at you. “You joining me?”

With a careful look around to check for workers—there are none—you give in and join him on the mattress. It’s not the biggest mattress, considering Wilbur’s only looking to buy a spare, but with a few adjustments the two of you manage to make it work.

His arm loops around your shoulders, pulling you close enough for your head to rest on him. Nobody comes to stop you so you relax into the position comfortably.

“Now what?” You ask, a lift to your voice that indicates you’re teasing.

“Now we close our eyes and try it out.”

You sigh, but let your eyes flutter shut obligingly.

“Hey! What are you— no sleeping on the mattresses!”

At the unfamiliar voice, you jerk up. Completely disoriented all you do is stare at the mattress store worker. Vaguely, you’re aware of Wilbur’s arm wrapping around your waist.

“Get out!” The worker shouts, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Huh?” Wilbur murmurs. “Oh, shit.” His hand wraps around yours, tugging you off the mattress. Before you can stumble, he’s already catching you while half-dragging you out of the store. “Sorry!” He yells over his shoulder.

“Did we—“

“Fall asleep.”

We cruise the neighborhood But it's not supposed to feel this good

Leaning your head against the window, you watch the trees speeding past the outside of the car.

Wilbur, as always, is driving silently through the night. A long trip meant moments like these, where there’s nothing but peace between the two of you. Radio humming out a random song from his playlist to fill the silence.

He convinced you to go to one of his Lovejoy shows, promising he’d drive you back home “no matter the length.” So, you went. Of course you did; you’d always be there for him.

Now you’re here, half asleep, hand in his over the center console. His thumb rubs lazy circles on the back of your head, steady and reassuring.

You flick your eyes over just to watch him, steal just a look. The sight of his silhouette, hair messy from performing, makes you smile before looking out the window again.

Neither of you talk, but you know anyways.

You are a radar detector

“Careful, Wil.” You nudge him, warning lacing your words.

“Always am, love.”

He leans into you, momentarily forgetting the knife he was using to chop peppers. Then closer, until his lips brush against yours—

“You’re burning the chicken.”

“SHIT!”

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur imagine #wilbur #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot fluff

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milflewis · 10 months

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Really sorry if this is a dumb question but how did dantteri become a thing? Is there some masterpost out there I could read? Thank you and sorry if this is stupid!

long story short is that dantteri became a thing bc daniel ricciardo is incapable of being normal about valtteri bottas. like. physically unable. the rest is under the cut.

here’s a brief rundown of their history by the great ag tumblr user @andreagrimes themselves. i will wait for you to read it. i will also wait for you to read this masterpiece of modern poetry by lo tumblr user @hungerpunch. both are mandatory reading btw!!!!!!!

they basically came up together and their rivalry when they were younger v much dictated where they ended up in formula one (daniel to redbull and valtteri to merc) but they were never friends! this is not pierresteban or brocedes. these two are Something Else

they just raced against each other. and then they’re in f1 (daniel first. valtteri a year later) and daniel’s career starts off more successful than valtteri’s. starting with him getting a race win first and ending with him jumping v quickly into redbull and beating four time wdc sebastian vettel while valtteri is in a williams (and tbf does quite well but like. it’s still a williams) and then goes into merc with lewis. and. ok. it’s lewis hamilton yk. and so he never beat lewis but i will fight anyone who says that valtteri didn’t do a fucking amazing job while in merc. that just anyone could've been put in the position and seat that he was put in and not only handled it that well but also performed to that high of a level. you don’t need to beat your teammate to have done good! esp when said teammate is lewis fucking seven eight time world champion yeah i have over 100 race wins what about it hamilton who says HIMSELF that valtteri pushed him. that valtteri was faster than him in some races. pls be serious!!!!!!!

and as ag says. while this is all happening daniel makes comments about valtteri’s position in merc and being a second driver. there’s an interview with max when he’s in redbull where he’s asked what was the best race he ever did or smth and he names the fucking formula renault race from 2008 where val dominates all weekend and then daniel overtakes him in the last lap and daniel says: thanks, valtteri, nothing has changed. bc he’s fucking insane. (not the interview but a clip of an article talking about that championship). he then LEAVES redbull bc HE doesn’t want to be a second driver. which. fair. and he goes to renault. gets paid a lot of money. gets a podium. dips. goes to mclaren. gets another podium. (which he shares with WHO???? you guessed it. valtteri bottas.) becomes what is essentially a second driver. that shitshow happens. you know the story.

AND DURING ALL OF THIS. smth seems to like. switch on in daniel? idk if it’s bc he seems to be trying to recreate this rivalry he had with val when they were younger and it’s just not there in f1. bc of their circumstances but also bc val does Not Care lmao. or if it’s bc he’s like. omg he’s like. cool i want him to like me. or if it’s both or smth else entirely but he gets Weird. with a capital w.

a v important detail to know is that shoeys are daniel’s thing in formula one. like. they are daniel ricciardo. it’s like seb and the finger. daniel gets everyone who is on the podium with him to do it. literally everyone. he got lando norris who is one of the most squeamish ppl i’ve ever seen on telly to do it. and yet. valtteri and daniel have shared a podium several times and every single time valtteri has dodged it. here is daniel finding out that valtteri has never done it. it’s pure gold.

(also! i just found out from ag that apparently at the end of 2022 bc of daniel’s defending against seb in abu dhabi alfa romeo were able to win p6 in the constructors and so there were some alfa romeo mechanics doing shoeys in celebration. which. god. the layers there! valtteri refusing to do it even when faced with daniel right there but valtteri’s ppl being more than happy to despite daniel not being there….)

as ag reminded me the other day. april fools. 2022. valtteri said that he was going to be coming out with a wine brand. and then after was like. hahaha jokes! jokes! i would never be so cringe and basic 😌. but as we all know. daniel is the most basic of all basic white girlies (gn) and a few days later came out with his own wine and a shoey decanter. the tackiness levels were high and he was soooo delighted with himself.

at one point daniel did ask valtteri to try his wine which it’s like. just fucking ask him out this is getting tiring. and valtteri was like. it’s ok? and daniel apparently nearly swoons at the mere thought of val tasting it. let alone liking it.

jump scene. cue cut. back to 2021 and daniel guessing valtteri for his secret santa bc he was given a bottle of red wine and “i know he likes his red”. spoiler alert: it was not valtteri. and THEN. like a year later i think. valtteri guesses daniel bc and i quote. “someone with taste of, like, funky things, like…it could be daniel?” FUNKY THINGS . is this a compliment. is it an insult. either way i’m fairly sure daniel was buzzin after he heard.

omg and the bottass. so when dts came out in 2021 and valtteri showed his bare ass and balls on tv but netflix only let us see one of them. cheap cunts. daniel had A Moment on twitter. see below:

and then! when valtteri does that whole poster of his ass out in a river for charity thing in 2022? i think? daniel has another Moment but it’s when he’s asked what is smth unusual he wants to do and HE TALKS ABOUT VALTTERI AND HIS ASS PIC ? 🤨 ??? and to add insult to injury. valtteri never once acknowledges this in public but what he DOES do is make a show out of giving a poster to lewis while staring at him like he shits gold after lewis was asked about the poster in an interview and didn’t even know what they were talking about!!!!!! it is literally painful to watch for so many reasons.

you just know daniel was seething. lewis is a fake fan while daniel is a real one!!!!! daniel nearly half recreated the same photo but he’s not in the river and he’s fully clothed. coward. AND he gushed about the pic unprompted!!!! but lewis! who didn’t even KNOW it existed bc he doesn’t have valtteri’s notifs on 🙄 gets a signed copy???? AND A PERSONAL VISIT???? where he has the nerve to say not that he already doesn’t have stuff to remember vb by. all while valtteri is bright pink in the face. i tip my hat off to daniel for not committing vehicle manslaughter right there and then.

and for all that daniel has talked shit about valtteri in the past and more specifically valtteri in mercedes. he had nothing but praise for him going to alfa romeo??? while ppl were like. it’s a step down! what a waste. daniel is like. valtteri isn’t stupid. he knows what he wants and needs and he’s going for it. which!!!!!!! is what daniel tried to do!!!!!!! but it worked out sm better for valtteri than it did for him. which. actually is a running theme throughout their entire careers 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need three to five business days to recover every time i think about it

and NOW. now. he doesn’t know what to do with that fact that valtteri seems to have adopted australia which has adopted him right back and has an australian gf and has a mullet and mustache and wears flip flops and tanks and is sooo australian but still doesn’t seem impressed by daniel who IS australian ????? his poor brain. bless.

he used to get sooo giggly last year whenever he’d put his camera in val’s face and take a snap. it was hard to watch. literally just go onto daniel's jpg instagram account. there's a few v v close up pictures of valtteri's face. daniel actually captions one with fanboying before - in how eye imagined it went - he chickens out and adds a few more pictures of other drivers to the post after the cover picture of val. disgraceful.

like.

wtf. why are you as a man being changed by another man's hairstyle.

i also need it to be known that for years daniel didn't follow valtteri on social media. despite talking about him A LOT (including the bottass tweets from earlier) until valtteri rocked up with a mullet and a 'what's cracking, australia' vibe and then he caved and followed him on insta. valtteri didn't follow him back.

in summary: daniel got a seat both in f1 and later in a top team and a race win before valtteri. tho valtteri ended up with more wins in the end. daniel joined said top team thinking he was going to be top dog and was pushed into second. valtteri always knew he was second driver before all else. daniel jumped from team to team to escape this before ending up in mclaren's shitbox and regulated to second. once again behind a younger driver. that went tits up so badly that he was left without a seat for the 2022 and had to go back to the top team that he left bc he didn't want to be second driver and signed to be their reserve. valtteri left mercedes with ten wins and the longest q3 consecutive streak ever with 103 weekends to join a team that welcomed him with open arms and gave him a multi year contract. they mirror each other as much as they contrast. what if i cried for a hundred years

#this is pure brainrot. i wrote 87% from my brain alone and the rest was ag going. add this. and this. oh and this #everyone say thank u ag #idk if there’s a masterpost but here is everything that is in my head!#if there is one someone pls tell me and i’ll link it. it’s guaranteed to be better than this #this is not a stupid question dw!!!!!#dantteri #anon tag #niamh.asks

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enby-wrights · 11 months

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(warning i do not understand how tumblr works i have been on here for like two months and gathered absolutely nothing so i apologize if i did something wrong with like tags and the like? also i think i kind of sound like a youth pastor towards the end of this but it’s okay i do what i want. anyways)

greetings marble hornets fanbase i just have some (long) thoughts to share on tim and alex :) i have some Mental Health Hot Takes that are not worded well because i wrote this at one in the morning but feel free to read anyways. also i know that the marble hornets mental illness allegory conversation has been done to death but please let me throw in my two cents i am just a little guy and i even said please

in all my six long years traversing the Deep Dark Depths of the marble hornets fanbase, i’ve never been all that interested in exploring any kind of close relationship between alex and tim within the story-- i think 2006 alex comes off as a bit desperate and overbearing, and i think that would have made 2006 tim a little too anxious to attempt to get close to him. it’s just interesting to think that they wouldn’t quite fit together at the only point in their lives where they would have had the chance.

their position in the overall story as narrative foils to one another, however........... now that’s a tasty character dynamic if i do say so myself :) although essentially all of season three revolves around the conflicts between people as they react to the mental illness metaphor operator in their own Fun And Unique ways, alex and tim are undoubtedly the poster children of this concept. both of them begin dealing with almost identical issues, and their reactions to these issues shape their individual narratives in completely opposite directions. i was thinking about it while listening to the podcast great, more tapes today (which if you haven’t listened to it i totally recommend it even though it has been dead for a year) and it’s kind of a really great allegory for the ways in which people’s reactions to experiences with mental illness can either make or break our recovery. as someone who has intentionally made my own recovery worse on multiple occasions out of general manic faux edginess, the parallels kind of hit me really hard

i’m gonna highlight the differences between alex and tim’s reactions to the mental illness metaphor operator using a bullet point list because i’m autistic and all of my thoughts occur in bullet point lists actually

during the filming of alex kralie’s marble hornets, as their symptoms are both beginning to set in, we see alex alone incredibly often. tim, on the other hand, is always seen surrounded by other people (this also comes down to the contexts in which they were filming but whatever it’s artistic framing or something idk)

tim seeks medical attention. duh. i think it’s probably pretty safe to assume that alex did not seek any sort of medical attention for his mental health issues leading up to all that murder, otherwise there maybe wouldn’t have been murder

aside from seeking medical help, we also see tim seeking help (or at least visibility) from his peers. entry #66 is just tim yelling at jay about how scared he is. and even if jay isn’t really much help, he can at least see where tim is coming from in the future and has the opportunity to act accordingly (he does not take this opportunity but hey at least it’s there. as alex’s condition worsens, all we see is him lying to his loved ones about what’s going on. which is bad.

alex constantly walks in anger and fear. tim doesn’t stifle his emotions (i.e. him beating the shit out of jay), but he also acts logically and doesn’t dwell on them for too long

by season three alex is just fucking living all alone in the woods (which if you didn’t know is the opposite of seeking help)!! not only is he running around in an echo chamber but he chose to bring a gun into the echo chamber with him which is a really great way to become more mentally ill. tim on the other hand has a job, and a life, and people in his life who at least care enough about him to call him and see if he’ll be at work on time. he keeps busy and he interacts with the world around him and even when he’s having to constantly check in with his doctor to make sure he stays okay he is out and about and being a person

and it’s a weird thing to think about because when i’m at my worst psychologically i tend to bring a (METAPHORICAL) gun into my own echo chamber and sulk around in there until i start to believe some pretty shitty things about the world around me

but on the few occasions where i do manage to reach for help and respect my feelings while still existing outside myself it’s a miraculous feeling. i get better. and then i get worse again, because mental illness is a bitch, but it gets easier and easier to reach out every time.

and i think that’s part of the reason why alex gets eaten up by the idea of the operator while tim doesn’t. tim has experience with getting help, and he’s clearly developed a skill for taking care of himself. he just got lucky that his first time dealing with a mental health crisis wasn’t as fucked up as alex’s.

anways tldr alex kralie is my new example for what not to do in my mental health recovery journey also he’s a bitch

(ps i don’t understand how i got to the end of this rant without mentioning masky a single time but i promise he fits into the mental illness allegory somewhere probably maybe)

#marble hornets #alex kralie #tim wright

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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For some reason I am hyperfixating on matty angst. I can’t listen to true blue by boygenius without thinking of him

Anonymous asked: Sorry like angst but still with a happy ending, like you still choose that person, if that makes sense

I'm a massive sucker for Matty angst. Idk why. Maybe because I've been on a real NOACF kick lately, and that shit is angsty as hell, or maybe because that man has been through so much, every time I see a picture of him im like amazed by how he's managed to turn it all round and im so proud of him. Or maybe it's simply the really old Halsey stuff? i mean she told us he's blue all over. HAHA do you guys remember that shit? the best emo poetry to come out of tumblr.

ANYWAYSSS.

Here's a little something. I got the urge to turn it into a full fic while writing, so let me know if you'd like that!

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She watched as Matty took out his wallet and gave the movers their tip, shaking their hands to thank them. He shut the door behind them and turned around to face her. She was looking back at him, with tears in her eyes. The only reason that she'd been able to hold his gaze was because she was looking right through him. Wondering in her mind if this was a mistake.

Perhaps it was. because he looked her dead in the eyes, saw her tears, and said nothing.

"The faucet in the bathroom's leakin.'" he walked past her, rolling up his sleeves and loosing his tie. It drove her nuts that he complained about the weather but insisted on staying in his absurd, self-imposed uniform. "The inspectors' gonna be hearing from me about this." he yelled out of the bathroom.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She was in deep trouble. As crazy at Matty made her, she also loved him with every fiber of her being. He was within her, tangled up in her memories, feelings, sense of self. She could not imagine belonging to anyone else. And she couldn't take watching him be with anyone else.

He walked over to her, watching her struggle to wipe her tears away. He couldn't even remember what they'd been fighting about or who'd started it. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his body and tossing it to the ground. his face and chest glistened with sweat. His hands grabbed her face, his head dipping down to kiss her. Her tears mixed with the sweat on his lips, wetting them both.

"C'mon, baby. please forgive me, yeah?" his pleading eyes bore into her soul. "If you can't forgive me, then I'm fuckin' doomed."

she blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"No, no more cryin,' please. I couldn't take it. Seein' you like this." He kissed her once more. Softly, this time, like she was fragile, like he was afraid to hurt her. "love me? hmm?" he whispered against her lips, pecking them again. "yeah, honey?" Matty's arms wrapped around her, squeezing her closer. "you love me, yeah?"

she nodded. How could he possibly doubt that. Wasn't it obvious? why else would she be standing here today if it weren't for her all-consuming love for him. They'd done this before. Thousands of times. It never ends well, and they both knew it. But it's never stopped them from finding their way back to each other. over, and over again.

"Please love me." he begged, urgency growing in his voice as he crashed their lips together. "Please, babe....I'm sorry. I'm a monster."

"I love you, Matty." she gasped, breathless, as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her defenses crumbled to the ground. She leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way into his hair.

She felt him smile at her secret confession. He softened, his hands exploring her body and pulling at her top. In a few moments, her clothes were in a heap on the floor, on top of his own. He slid to his knees, kissing down her breasts and stomach.

"Oh, F-fuck, Matty- Love you, so much..."

#matty healy angst

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rotworld · 2 months

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Hi there,

I want to rant about fetishes. I know I'm into the more violent stuff, and I'm pretty sure I know why (lifetime of self-hatred and trauma to boot), but recently I've been dabbling in the guro side of things and I feel ... guilty? Ashamed? Also idk how to filter guro so I only see the things that work for *me* (drowning, bruises, beatings) and not the other stuff (dec*pitation, graphic torture). At the same time I cant help but feel like I'm what's wrong with the world. Do you have any advice for me?

pretty heavy talk ahead. i’ll start with the advice and end with a personal anecdote if that’s useful.

i want to start by saying you’re not “what’s with the world.” there are a lot of reasons people seek out gore and graphic content. for some, it’s morbid curiosity and for others there is a fetish component. if you’ve been through something traumatic, i think there’s a draw to view violence from a “safe” distance as a form of catharsis. none of that makes you a bad person. but i also think it can cross very easily into a form of self-harm and become dangerous.

i don’t know you well enough to make assumptions beyond what you mentioned here. if you’re experiencing a lot of distress or discomfort, or feeling more negative about yourself, then you should stop seeking it out completely. it might be something that you view to “punish” yourself, or use to distract from other upsetting thoughts or feelings, especially if it’s something you’re looking for compulsively or extremely frequently.

i also recommend cutting back on real gore, especially videos, if that’s what you’re looking at. those will desensitize you the more you watch them, and you shouldn’t be desensitized to real human suffering. those people in “infamous gore videos” don’t exist in a vacuum, they’re real people with childhoods and families who went through horrible things, and now it’s on the internet forever. if you’re worried that you’ve already hit that point of extreme numbness and don’t feel what you should or don’t feel anything, you’ll be okay if you stay away from gore for a while. those feelings you thought you lost will come back. when they do, i’d maintain that distance. stick to simulated gore in fictional horror media like movies or games instead.

in the past, when people have approached me about having guilt or shame about their interests, i generally told them not to worry. there’s nothing wrong with having noncon fantasies, or enjoying horror-themed erotica. as long as you’re able to distinguish fantasy from reality and don’t impose those fantasies on people who don’t consent to being involved in them, you’re fine. i stand by all of that. but this is about gore specifically which i feel is a little different. morbid curiosity or interest isn’t unusual but you have to keep it healthy and responsible. even if it’s purely fictional gore that’s giving you this reaction, you should still stop viewing it. it’s not “silly” or “weak” to acknowledge the emotional response you’re getting from something.

now the personal anecdote. i started writing explicit guro in 2016 (shades of it had been in my work before then). i had just graduated, i was feeling really lost, adrift and desperate for community, and i was extremely online. i followed a few people who reblogged real gore and went looking for it outside of tumblr a lot too. i was obsessed. i think i told myself it was “reference” for my work but it had the catharsis and fetish element for me too. these horrible things happened to other people instead of me, i could revel in it safely from a distance. but it wasn’t “safe,” it was harmful. it was so far beyond “curiosity,” it was a fixation and a crutch. i looked at it so much that it stopped feeling real and i forgot that the people in those videos were people at all. it was just a blur of gruesome, awful shit all the time.

there wasn’t any single thing that made me stop. i think eventually it just wore on me too much. i wasn’t doing any of this stuff in moderation, i was online constantly, i was posting constantly, i was writing intense guro constantly. and there’s nothing wrong with making a lot of dark art, but i wasn’t engaging with any of my other interests or living my life much outside of it. i have boundaries i stick to for myself now. medical resources, roadkill, pictures people share consensually of their own injuries, things i might come across over the course of my normal life are fine. i don’t go looking for anything more extreme than that anymore, and i don’t even go looking for “acceptable things” all that often anymore. that kneejerk “god that’s awful” response that i’d lost is back. some people have a higher tolerance for this stuff than others, but i’m not “some people.” i know myself and i know what kinds of things i can become unhealthily reliant on and why, so now i’m much more careful. you know yourself best and you have to decide that for yourself, too.

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kookiesandmelanin · 1 year

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Misunderstandings

Pairing: Hyunjin x autistic reader

Genre: Angsty with fluffy ending

Prompt: Y/n comes off as cold and distant and it pisses off Hyunjin.

Word count: 2,772

Warning: an autistic meltdown, ignorance, ableism (depending on how you interpret this), a panic attack, and things that you should never say to an autistic person, please don't read if any of these trigger you

Author's notes: This is based on a fic I read that I lowkey hated, because it triggered me. The reader in the fic wasn't even autistic, but the way I interpreted them made it hard for me to read. I will not name the fic or writer, because I have nothing against it and they didn’t actually do anything wrong. I actually love all the other works they have too. Also so there is no confusion, I am an autistic person and the meltdown is kinda based on some of my experiences, so once again please don’t read if this is something that makes you uncomfortable. Idk but this also feels like it could have another part. This is my first fic on tumblr so please be nice to me lmao.

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Sweaty and scared. That was all you felt as you sat, stuffed in the farthest corner from Hyunjin. You never once dared to look at the pissed off man who had been staring holes into you since the moment you came into this dreadfully tiny room.

The door was locked shut from the outside and neither of you had a lick of network connection to contact anyone for help. You hated yourself for agreeing to speak to him alone. You thought he needed your help and technically it's your job to help the boys, but you'd accidently broken one of the rules your mentor Chan had set for you.

'Never spend any time with the boys alone'. You knew that if Chan found out about this he wouldn't be too mad at you, but it still made your heart beat aggressively in your chest. It was so loud you hoped Hyunjin couldn't hear it.

Hyunjin however, let out a deep frustrated sigh that heightens your senses farther to a point that was unhealthy and you buried your face deeper into your sweater paws. Your hoodie was covering your face and you pressed your upper body farther into your knees. You were hoping and praying that someone would come open the door so you could run off and cry in peace, but as of now you used all your willpower to keep your heavy tears in your burning eye sockets.

Even more frustratingly enough from Hyunjin's point of view this was another way of you being rude and ignoring him, so he spoke up.

"Even when it's just the two of us you're still gonna ignore me and not even look at me?" He said in a tone that caused your stomach to drop further.

You slowly turned to look up at him, but you didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"What? You gonna mock me by just staring at me like I'm dumb??" He asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.

You shake your head at him, but words did not make any move to exit your mouth and your lips quivered. You secretly cursed the 'higher' force that seemed to 'will' you to be non-verbal at the moment. "You can't speak or something???" He asked in a more agitated voice that only made it harder to try and at least form a gesture that could help your case.

You shake your head again and look away quickly, because you can feel the weight of your tears being too heavy for you to hide anymore. He rolls his eyes as he watches you turn your head away from him again. "I don't know why you're being such a stuck up bitch." He says before turning away from you as well.

"All the guys and I only just want to be nice to you and you insist on ignoring us and being an asshole." He finishes before slouching against the wall. He decided he'd just give up on you.

You however curled into a ball and slumped to the ground. A quiet, but audible broken sob left your mouth as your body began to shake constantly. The words he said hurt like hell, because you only ever tried to be good to him and the rest of the guys, but working while being autistic and having non-verbal spells that come at random never made anything easy for you.

What hurt the most though, was the fact that you've been in a situation like this before and it always made you feel less than human. It seemed like you were a waste of space and always caused problems to the people around you. It was as if you could never do anything right no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to run and hide so bad.

Your cries made Hyunjin turn his head sharply and look at you in bamboozlement. "Are you crying?!" He asked in a whisper scream. Your body can only shake harder as you shake your head no rapidly, as if trying to convince yourself more than him. You try to open your mouth and say no, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob yet again. Your body seems to only unravel from its fetal-like position as you hug yourself while rocking back and forth for comfort.

Hyunjin begins to panic and the weight of the words he had so carelessly thrown at you began to set in. He realized that what he said was rude and very insensitive of him.

"I- I'm sorry.. please just.." He trails off as his mind begins to race at the speed of light.

You stay a shaking anxious mess on the floor for a minute, before Hyunjin's body moves before his mind can stop him.

"I apologize Y/n please… just be okay.." He says in a shaky voice as he reaches out to you. He only ghosts his hand over your trembling head so as not to make your meltdown worse.

It takes a while for you to calm down as Hyunjin sits next to you talking about random things, so you could just focus on his voice. He had come to the conclusion that you were having some kind of panic attack or meltdown so he opted to help you calm down before talking things out with you.

When you finally come too again, Hyunjin quiets down and looks at you with a concerned face. "Are you okay?" He asks you in a skittish voice as if the last thing he wanted to do was cause another meltdown for you.

You nod softly, "yes.." you shutter out. Your voice is hoarse and barely audible from all the hyperventilating.

He looks at you in surprise at the fact that this is basically your first time speaking to him. Then Hyunjin started to carefully go back through the encounters that caused him to think you were rude.

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"Hey guys." Chan greets as he walks into the practice room that everyone is currently in. "I want y'all to meet someone real quick. She's a friend and she's gonna be working for us for a while to get service hours for school." Chan says as a person walks from behind the door and waves quickly. She also made a point not to make eye contact with anyone, as she slowly made her way to stand behind Chan.

"Her name is Y/n and she can be a little quiet so don't mind her." Chan says on behalf of her. “She is going to be a helper of sorts. She’ll get us food, drinks, run errands, and do things like clean the practice room and sometimes the dorms.”

"Nice to meet you Y/n." All the guys say in unison with a quick bow. They smile and wave at you. You smile shyly and give another small wave, before shifting into a stiff bow and scurrying out the room as if it smelled bad.

'That was weird. She could have at least spoken back' Hyunjin thinks while side eyeing the place she had just been standing.

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From then on every Time you had to interact with one of the guys that wasn’t Chan, you were very very quiet. All of them would make small talk and you would only ever nod your head and/or gesture to get your point across. Sometimes on very rare occasions you would make a very small noise to indicate a response. After some time the guys got used to it and just accepted that you would not be speaking anytime soon and some of them found it endearing. As you were nice enough that it slipped their mind.

Hyunjin however saw you speak to Chan on multiple occasions and that didn’t sit well with him. He thought you had judged all the boys on the first time you met them and decided that they weren’t good enough to talk to. It seemed to him that you only talked to Chan, because he was the only reason you had the job.

The moment that made his blood boil the most however was a couple of days ago. You came over earlier that day to clean the dorm per Chan’s request. After a few hours of cleaning and organizing, Chan offered that you stay and eat lunch with them. The thought had you terrified, but you didn’t wanna be rude by turning down the request. You agreed to stay, but you had no idea how to interact with any of the boys.

You sat in between Felix and Han as they yelled at the TV while playing video games. You were all squished up and you looked stiff and uncomfortable. Hyunjin was the first to notice and he tried to help you. “Y/n are you uncomfortable? You can come sit next to me.” He said while patting the seat next to him.

You quickly nodded and made your way over to sit by him. You sat as far away from him as possible and pulled your knees to your chest. “So, how have you been doing?” He asked, trying to make small talk with you. You however were terrified, because this wasn’t a ‘yes or no’ question that you could answer with a head nod. You sadly got so used to only having to nod and/or gesture, but you couldn’t do that this time. Your mind raced and at first you thought maybe just ignore him and act like you didn’t hear him. You knew that right now was not a moment you could speak and then the thought of ignoring him made you feel aggressively guilty. You turned to stare at Hyunjin with wide eyes and your mouth fell open, but nothing came out. “Y/n?” He asked after you hadn’t given him an answer for a while. “Are you going to answer?” He asked a little loud this time. All of the boys turned to look at you guys and you began to shake. All the eyes that seemed to be judging you and the annoyed look on Hyunjin’s face activated your fight or flight response.

You were quick to get up and give a rushed and frantic bow, before basically running out the front door leaving everyone confused. From Hyunjin’s point of view it was like every other time you had been ‘rude’ to him or one of the guys. That was the day he decided he had to speak to you. In a place where you had to answer him and could not ignore him.

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Though now that he looks at you on the floor. You didn’t look rude or stuck up right now. Heck now that he got out of his feelings and looked at you through a different lens, you looked scared, awkward, and like you felt out of place just like all the other times he had looked at you. Sometimes you looked ‘normal’, but you never looked mean. You just didn’t speak like other people he met. “Y/n?” He called out in a voice that you weren’t used to hearing from him.

He sounded calm and it made your heart rate slow down a tad bit, “Why don’t you speak to anyone, but Chan? I don’t mean to attack you, I’m genuinely curious, but after all the terrible things I’ve said I understand it you don’t wanna answer me.” Hyunjin spoke while looking at the wall opposite of you.

It took you a minute to collect your thoughts, but Hyunjin waited patiently while you sat up and turned your body to face him. You didn’t make eye contact, but you looked at his chest, “Sometimes I… cannot speak.. when I am… in stressful situations?” You said very very quietly. Your voice strained and stressed from all the hyperventilating and having not spoken in a while. Hyunjin however didn’t care. He leans in closed so that he can hear you perfectly. He was delighted that you were finally having a conversation with him. Especially after all the uncomfortable situations he now felt like he’d put you in. He nodded his head to show that he was listening to you whole-heartedily and you opened your mouth to continue, “Sometimes I just have non verbal moments even when I’m not stressed..” You say a little more clearly.

“Oh.. that makes sense..” Hyunjin trails off as he feels even more terrible than before. His heart drops even farther now that he realizes that he caused you so much stress that you had a meltdown that lasted for almost 30 minutes. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please, you don’t have to forgive me, but just know that I am remorseful about how I made you feel. I didn’t know my actions caused you so much stress. Now that I think about it, they were absolutely disgusting.” He said so earnestly that it made your heart melt. No one had ever apologized for anything they’d done to you, except Chan and now Hyunjin.

“I.. forgive you… Hyunjin.” You say with a smile. His face lights up at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, but more so at the fact you accepted his apology even though deep down he still felt like shit for what he had done. After you got used to being around Hyunjin, you guys fell into a little conversation about anything and everything. He tried making you laugh; he also didn't even care if you didn’t speak back sometimes. He was so happy you were finally comfortable enough to talk to him.

The time also seemed to pass faster and soon Chan made his way into the room. He had been looking for the both of you guys for a while. The other guys told him that y’all left together and he wasn’t too mad about it. He knew you off all people wouldn’t do anything stupid or out of pocket. Chan turned to look at you guys and he almost instantly knew what was going on.

He let out a little awkward laugh as he opened the door, “Did you force Y/n in a small room with you in the hopes of getting her to speak to you?” He said a tiny bit disappointed that he should have stumped any misconceptions about you, so that something like this wouldn’t happen. You giggled a little and hid your face in your hoodie-clad hands. Hyunjin’s face went red instantly and he started stuttering. “I- I didn’t.. W-well when you put it like that.. I- I just asked her?… Sorry..” He gives up trying to defend his case as if he had one anyways. Your giggles increased in volume and Chan began to laugh too. Hyunjin smiled at you glad he wasn’t causing you stress anymore.

Both of you guys stepped out of the tiny room and Chan spoke up again, “Y/n?” He looked at you for permission. You nod your head, “She has autism and I’m sure you know about her non verbal moments by now.” He said to Hyunjin who gave you a surprised and sorrowful look. You put your hands up in small gestures that indicate that all is well. “Once again.. I apologize Y/n. Can we still be friends?” He asked while holding out his hand for you to shake if you wanted to. You smiled and softly took his hand, giving a little shake. Chan smiles widely at you guys before you all retreat from the stuffy room.

#hyunjin #skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #straykids #hyunjin scenarios #stray kids x reader #bang chan #lee know #changbin #stray kids han #lee felix #seungmin #jeongin

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opinated-user · 3 months

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It's funny how lily accuses County of changing their story and adding worse and worse stuff when that's what she does as well.

The first time she ever talked about Courtney it was a story about how they were a brat who they beat up for scratching her. But now she's been heavily implying Courtney sexually abused her in some way, months after playing up her sister as nothing but a run of mill asshole.

It's just ironic that lily deflects Courtney's a claims by saying "but her story changes and gets more and more outrageous so it has to be lies", while also doing the exact same thing. Like idk if we go by her own logic, she's just as unbelievable.

there's a difference between a story changing and more details being added. Courtney always said that the molestation started when she was 6 and LO 7. now he's saying that it started in LO's room. Courtney always claimed that LO would sneak into their room to molest her. now Courtney is saying that she specifically started doing that at 11. Courtney has always claimed that LO must have done something to him during their sleep, when he was unsconscious so he wouldn't know for sure what it was and could only see the consequences of it the next morning. now it's that he is realizing that the SA probably escalated considering everything in retrospective, just like only now in retrospective she can aknowledge that LO was more than likely SA as a kid. most of the things LO accuses Courtney of being are things we have proof LO has done. i don't mean the allegations specifically, but the putting minors in danger (by grooming them and exposing them to NSFW content, both in her channel and tumblr), the being a violently abusive person (LO bragging about stabbing some guy on the streets with a pocket knife), the being transphobic (and unlike Courtney, LO never apologized for misgendering other trans people) and constantly actually changing her story to whatever it suit her at whichever moment. originally LO would say that Lizzy never did anything physical to her. but the moment Lizzy came out talking about how LO would coerce her into doing NSFW she was never comfortable with, emotionally manipulating her into it until she could literally not take it anymore. now it turns out that she did physically abused, and not only that! she totally raped her! do you see the difference there? if Courtney had said "LO was a creep and i didn't like her, but she never did anything to harm me physically" from the start and only later said "actually she molested me/abused me sexually" then we can talk about changing stories, but he never did. his story has always been the same. unlike LO who constantly switches from "i beat her up a thousands times" and "she was beat up by me" to "she actually abused me all along, don't ask me how or in what way, just know she did that to me" (after months of she accusing me, but that's a coincidence) from "Courtney is the violently abusive one" to "grab the heaviest object that you can grab and smash it against the head of your bullies" as an advice to give to children at school. you can dislike Courtney all you like. you might even doubt her story. but it's no way that in good faith someone can see everything we have in LO, all the archives, all the videos, all the receipts, and come out thinking that is a innocent well adjusted person who has "never done a damn thing wrong" her entire life. LO is the one who has a history of coercing people into doing sexual things for her against their own boundaries, not Courtney. LO is the one with a long history of sexualizing and romanticizing incest, even to this day, not Courtney. LO is the one who has flip flopped all over the place when talking about Courtney, not him. LO is the one who is desperate to deny that Courtney ever went through any kind of abuse, even the one that had nothing to do with her, just to save face herself, not Courtney. LO is the one who wants to sell you this image of her being the perpetual victim who never harmed anyone and never did anything wrong she needed to change, not Courtney.

#lily orchard

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fallstaticexit · 6 months

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well i maybe have some theories/questions

you already know i came from tiktok😏

1. so i’m sensing that Edin is going to be Adie’s future love interest/friend/enemy/?… I MEANN they’re both toddlers currently and they’re both supernatural

2. I know you mentioned before that you wanted to do like a magic school type of story for Adie which I think is so fucking cool!! Maybe they’ll meet when they enroll whether that’s as children or teens.

3. And for miss Ellie she’s currently a human right? Will she become a werewolf like her siblings when she becomes old enough? And if she does will she be going to that school as well or is it just for spellcasters? And is that the same for Rhys who’s currently a child or is he going to just stay in normal school? I assume Amir is too old to go and he already has a story of his own.

4. This one may be a stretch but I love reading the Sims 4 lore. There’s a character with a similar name to Adelina— Avelina who was Greg’s late wife. We’ve seen Greg fight Amir in that one episode and we know that Greg is miserable because he’s all alone now (lore wise). If they are related we know that Greg and Avelina used to be mooncasters (idk if it’s the same as spellcasters) before they became werewolves. Is there any link here or am I tripping? I mean I know you read the lore too because Lux DeMarco appears in Amir’s story (😉)

5. off topic but I love Amir. Like that’s my son with his little boyfriends. 💙💙 You got 2 men obsessed with you I know he’s living life.

6. L. Faba is obviously up to no good.. I mean she is the sage of mischief magic. This ties into my first statement about the magic school story. We know there’s going to be more to the plot then Adie just going to school. She’s gotta fight someone and save the day right??!!!! So I wondering if Miss Faba is trying to cause something to happen— I assume to Tomax because she was deadset on trying to make the man practice Dark Magic.

What if something happens to him that makes him evil?? Or even do something to Simeon or Grace?? We know in the lore Grace and Tomax are roommates (and they were roommates..🤭) and in your story they’re very close.

ok this is it for now i feel like my brain is fried

SO glad you came over to Tumblr with me, your comments give me life everytime lmao 🥹🤌🏾✨

maaayybbeee 🤭

I did want to do a magic school type beat but that was a bit before I expanded the lore. Right now (In the next update, I'll touch on it a bit) Nora does NOT want Adie in the Magic realm or any of the sages to know about them. at all. She wants nothing to do with them, the past, her involvement in the war, all of it and honestly, her little magical trigger finger is itching to finish what she started tbh , more on that later.

1000% Ellie will be a werewolf. At this point it's kinda like a family business/rite of passage. Amir is grown grown now 🥹 but Sonny and his bunch will continue to hold down their ranch and keep vampires in check. But they actually play a pretty big part in what's to come and when my Briar legacy and Fallen Angel series meet, we will see ALOT of them.

No link. The only link werewolves has is that they are descendants of Mooncasters and once upon a time they lived in the Magic Realm with all the occult before the Spellcasters got all high and mighty. Now werewolves just do their own thing and fight vampires. But I really don't see them having much involvement with Spellcaster drama other than possibly whooping vamp ass when needed.

I love those boys. Other than my OGs Honey and Amina, def my favorite couple(s) 🥹

L. Faba really about to put Tomax in a world of hurt...which is crazy because he's really already emotionally and mentally in shambles. I suppose that's why she picked him. He's the weakest. This update should be out in a little bit

I saw that they were roommates which made me go hmmmmm 🤔 interesting 🧐 and exactly why we'll see them roll around in the hay from time to time. But from my most recent update, I expand on Grace's ability to heal a little and really she's all about making people feel better via touch...so maybe there’s romance involved maybe she’s trying to help out an old friend because therapy doesn’t exist in the Magic Realm ig lmao 😵‍💫

#sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #sims ask #fallen angel theory

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