#but yesterday night I was talking with my brother too lol

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

#percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #percabeth #molly mumbles

[rukia-writes]

Hi! I just came across your writing and I love it! I saw that requests were open, this is my first time requesting lol I just got into record of ragnarok and was wondering if you could do a nsfw scenario with hermes and a female reader?

Plot: you never forget your first time and neither does Hermes 🤍✨

Warnings: 18+, 🔞 no minors, oral sex, BDSM

Author’s note: Felt like Hermes would be a “make love” to me for his first time. Er-I’m a bit rusty. Apologies.

You never forget your first time.

“I am NOT a virgin!”

Ares proclaimed while his face was a dark red, currently the war god was bathing with his brothers in Apollo’s bath house filled with nymphs and goddesses alike. Alcoholic drinks were served by the nymphs while Ares and Hercules talked as Hermes was simply enjoying the hot spring, seemingly the topic came up about virginity.

Apollo didn’t believe Ares proclamation as he simply said, “Of course, I’m sure the god of war isn’t virgin. Tell us a story then.” Apollo’s nymphs kindly egged on the handsome god as well making Ares look around nervously a sign that perhaps the war god was bluffing. Hercules kindly covered in for Ares as he added in that he had a few nights with some women.

As the three gods talked amongst themselves Hermes recalled his first time.

“What was your first time like, Hermes?”

Apollo asked obviously curious if the messenger of the gods had lost his virginity, the proudful smile etched upon Apollo’s lips made it clear he was interested.

After all, Apollo was sure Hercules and Ares were virgins. They were just putting on a show.

Smiling back with his polite smile Hermes simply answered, “It was rather nice. A pleasant experience.” Ares was surprised and thought to himself it was time for him lose his virginity as well soon. Excited, Apollo asked the polite god, “Who was it? Do tell us who shared a night with the Hermes.”

Again, Hermes simply replied back that “It was a long time ago. Not worth mentioning.” While Ares and Hercules bought it Apollo did not and was rather disappointed in being teased about Hermes’ lover.

Hermes wasn’t one to tell, but he was one to tease.

What a first time it was.

Hermes told Apollo it was a long time ago, however Hermes remembered like it was yesterday. Hermes heart was a flutter as he remembered the hot and passionate night the two shared.

Why, Hermes even made a song about it.

But who was it? What started as an innocent question was now the talk of Greek pantheon. Many had their inputs on who it could be.

A goddess? A priestess? A princess?

Heavens, it couldn’t be a human.

Hercules was the one who suggested the idea and Ares was the one to laugh at the idea.

A human.

No one knew who Hermes’ first lover was.

Hermes would sometimes think about her…and would sometimes drop by to say hello. Just a quick hello, Hermes was a busy god after all.

But he always seemed to make time for her.

As a matter of fact, Hermes was long overdue for a “Hello.”

Hermes was rather choosy about his first, couldn’t be too clingy, couldn’t be too innocent, and they certainly had to be familiar with sex. A fine line between curious and innocent.

As luck would have it, he found just the perfect woman.

Hermes first time was blend between a learning experience and the most exciting night of his life. The two were new to the realm of sex and yet it seemed to come naturally.

First, it was the dance.

Music seemed to always put Hermes in a certain mood, to soothe his mind. As they danced together, the sexual tension between them was certainly there but quietly and when the two decided to move on everything seemed

Then it was the talking, of course.

Hermes had to have a little witty banter between them before they succumbed to their desires, Hermes loved just as much as dancing.

Finally, Hermes experienced his first time and how he loved it.

Certain things he would never forget.

The way the moonlight shined on his lover as the two explored each others bodies. Of course, Hermes wanted to be a bit rough but for his first time he wanted it to be an art. An experience he would cherish and to have memories he could remember fondly.

Hermes could be passionate and rough another time.

At times, Hermes liked taking his time memorizing every curve and body part of his lover, his first lover. Kissing the back of her hand and kissing between her thighs.

Oh.

Hermes found something he enjoyed, and that was oral.

Fond of his lover sucking and licking his cock while he did the same, it was something Hermes seemed to enjoy right from the start and he excelled at it.

His lover had no complaints as she was close to her orgasm alone just from his tongue, the only reason she didn’t reach it was because Hermes wanted to not only tease but he wanted to drag out their sexual encounter as long he could.

Slow and passionate.

Kissing and blowing kisses to each other.

Talking to one another as they experienced sex for the first time.

Hermes loved the way she moaned softly in his ear as the two of them “danced” between the bedsheets. One thing about Hermes was he was consistent in his thrusts, Hermes, like everything he did, was perfect in pace and the more he heard her moans along with how her tight cunt milked his lengthy and pretty cock throughout that passionate night the more he wanted of her.

Ah, the first time.

Hermes, learned a lesson.

Sometimes, you just click sexually with a person and when you do it can make your mind numb while making your heart feeling it could burst.

Hermes’ first lover was not only compatible romantically but sexually and that was important to the messenger of the gods.

“This is a bit tight.”

“Hm? Oh dear, not again. I’ll fix it.”

Hermes was presently fixing the blindfold that rested upon his lover’s eyes, his first lover. Hermes wanted to try something new and tying up his lover was something that delighted him. Blindfolds, handcuffs and rope tied around her body. Ropes along her breasts, knees, and wrists.

(Name) noted that the ropes were comfortable.

The two had become comfortable with each other over the years and now here they were. Hermes, reading a book Aphrodite published and of course being the goddess of sexuality there were rules and guidelines on how to tie up your lover. Making bondage a sexual and pleasurable experience.

Hermes was the first to get a copy.

“What made you get this book?”

“Obviously, I wanted to try it out. Now, are you ready?”

While Hermes sounded happy and polite he was quite excited and lust filled as he gently whipped out a BDSM flogger, a excited “Yes!” Left (Name)’s lips.

Ah, the first time is always a wonderful time.

But so is 1000th time with a god.

Especially, with Hermes.

🍂Rukia-Writes🍂

#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #hermes x reader

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter twenty-three

A/N: it took me a whole year to write this next chapter, and i am so sorry about that. i can't make any promises as to when the next chapter will come out, but i promise i'm seeing this story thru. mark my words on that. hopefully this long ass chapter makes up for the long ass wait lol lmk what you think and i'll see you guys much sooner than a year !!

story description

trigger warning: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, SMUT, cliffhanger (wow i'm the worse for this lol)

word count: 7320

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It was hard to get to sleep after the conversation Tara and I had. I slept on and off all night, never feeling fully rested. I finally woke up mid-afternoon, the sun pouring through the cracks of the almost covered window.

Even though Tara assured me that I wouldn't die, I couldn't help but feel deep within me that that wasn't going to be the case. The idea alone shook me to my core, draining all the energy out of me.

I spent most of the day in Colby's room, lying in bed. Unmoving. I could hear everyone outside coming in and out of the apartment. Colby would occasionally poke his head in, seeing if I was alright. I would just close my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I had no energy to talk about what was going through my mind. Hours passed and it wasn't until I looked at my phone and saw the time that I realized I needed to get ready for work soon. I groaned, getting out of bed, and leaving his room. I slowly trudged to the bathroom.

"You okay, baby?" Colby called from the living room.

I hummed out a response, hoping he heard me. I finished, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. I sighed deeply as I walked towards the kitchen, figuring I should make something to eat before getting ready.

"Jade..." I turned towards Colby, his arms lightly reaching out and his hands grazing my wrists.

"What?" I whispered; my voice unable to speak louder.

Colby cupped my face, making my look into his eyes. "Babe, you look... so tired. Are you okay?"

The softness in his voice and touch made my heart ache. My body felt so heavy, my mind going both a million miles a minute and quiet all at once. I slid my arms around Colby, almost collapsing against him. Tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurring. Colby rubbed my back, soothing me as I cried into his chest.

"I-I just...." I stuttered, blubbering.

"What, Jade? What is it?" He cooed.

"Every time things feel like they are calming down, they just get worse. Nothing seems to be going right for me, for us. I-I don't know how much more I can take." I shook, my cheeks soaked with tears.

"Try to calm down, Jade. It's gonna be okay." He assured me.

"But how do you know that? I mean, every time I try to catch a break, everything blows up in my face." I pulled back, looking up at him. "I try to take off work to relax, a 500-year-old vampire comes into town and toys with me. And then his brother decides he wants to fuck around with me too. And not only me, but you! Ronnie is constantly getting on my case, and then Mike tries to kill me. And yesterday every vampire I came into contact with was acting weird, only for me to find out that I apparently smell better without my necklace on. And that just adds a whole 'nother layer to all of this."

I finally tried catching my breath, no longer sad - but infuriated. "Am I cursed? That's what it feels like."

Colby shook his head. "I don't think you are. I think you are one person going through a lot in a short period of time that needs a real, serious break. And after what Tara said to you last night, I can only imagine what's going on inside your head."

I scrunched up my face. "How do you know what Tara said?"

"I may have... listened in on your conversation." He blinked.

"Colby." I whined, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What? You're lucky I haven't locked you up inside my bedroom forever until all this blows over," he joked. "Besides, I don't want to be kept in the dark."

"I would have told you eventually." I argued, somewhat telling the truth.

"Are you sure about that? Because I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen given the information Tara shared with you about Kat and Xiomara." He lowered his voice, getting close to me.

"Don't tell the rest of the group. Kat begged me not-" I started, placing my hands on his chest.

Colby cut me off, cupping my hands into his. "I don't plan on it. I know there are a lot of vampires out there that would kill Kat for even being a witch, let alone being related to Xiomara. Besides I owe her. She did try to save me."

I exhaled, lowering my head. "I wish I could go somewhere, get away from all of this."

"Even out of the city would be better than this. Especially this dump." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in.

"It's not too bad here. It's everything outside that's bad." I mumbled.

Colby held me in his arms tightly, rubbing my back soothingly. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting. I knew I was safe in his arms. All I wanted was to freeze time and stay like this forever.

"You should call out." He stated plainly.

I huffed. "I don't know if I can. Roger would be really pissed-"

Colby scoffed. "Fuck Roger. Call out. Worse case he fires you."

"Some of us need to have a job that isn't hidden in the shadows or the apartment of a nightclub, Colby." I sassed.

"You can always work here if need be. God knows Kevin needs the extra hands when he can." Colby mentioned.

I paused, realizing he was right, "...That's true, I guess."

His face lightened. "So call out."

"Okay. I won't call though. I don't feel like talking. I'll just text Roger." I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiled, leaving the kitchen. "I have to step out for a minute and make a call. I'll be right back."

Colby walked out the apartment door, pulling out his phone as he closed it. I texted Roger that I wasn't coming in. I turned my phone on silent mode, not wanting to hear from him or Ronnie about me not showing up tonight.

I don't know why I was concerned about a job that barely paid me enough to live. With all the shit going on in my life right now, they're lucky I even show up at all.

Colby came back in a moment later, grinning. "Jade, go pack a bag."

"What? Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I want to take you somewhere, and we might be there for a bit." He explained, rubbing my arms sweetly.

"Well, where is 'there'?" I questioned.

"I can't tell you. That will ruin the surprise." Colby turned me towards the bedroom, slapping my ass lightly, "Now, go pack."

I didn't have too many clothes to pack in the first place, so it only took me a couple minutes to get ready. I changed into nicer clothes and walked out of Colby's room. He went in his room, grabbing a few things together, and was ready within a minute.

Vampire speed... must be nice.

Colby grabbed my hand, walking me out of the club's back entrance. He waved at Kevin, who gave him a casual salute as we passed. As we got outside, he pulled me to the garage across the street that was owned by the club.

"What are we doing over here?" I asked.

"Well, we gotta drive to get to our destination so I figured we could use my car." Colby replied, pulling out his keys and unalarming a car in the back corner of the garage. I followed him towards a car wrapped in a tarp.

"Is it a nice one?" I quired.

"Um," he shrugged. "I think it is."

Colby pulled the tarp off of his car, and underneath was an older model Toyota Corolla. It was a muted red color, and the interior was a beige nude color.

I stared over the top of the car at him. "This is the car you drive?"

"I don't really drive all that often anymore. But when I do... I ride in style." He opened his arms wide, gesturing to the car with a playful smile.

"Does Kevin not pay you enough to afford a nicer car? Hell, even a newer one?" I glanced over the car, biting my lip.

"Hey now, don't make fun of the honeywagon. She's gotten me very far in life, thank you very much." He rebutted jokingly.

"The honey-what?" I deadpanned.

"You heard me." Colby smirked, his dimples appearing for a brief moment. "Now, are you gonna keep making fun of my car, or are you going to get in?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the passenger door. I slid in, adjusting my seat a bit, and dropped my bag into the back seat. Colby got in, putting his bag in the back as well, and started the car immediately.

"I'm surprise she starts." I jeered lightly.

Colby rubbed the steering wheel, "Just because she's from 2007 does not mean she doesn't run like a champ."

"2007? Wow, that's... a long time ago." I snickered.

"Hey, when I bought this car in 2009, it was pretty new then." He responded.

My eyes widened. "You bought this car back in 2009?"

Colby backed the car up and out of the garage, starting us on our journey. "Yeah. When I turned 18, I found out that my mom left me a good amount of money. It wasn't enough for me to get my own place, but it was enough to pay for this car. I pretty much spent all of her money on this."

My stomach dropped, my previous words hitting me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun-"

"It's okay Jade," he chuckled at my expression. "You ain't the first to rag on the honeywagon. Mike has given me shit over it for years. But, like I always tell him, it's sentimental."

I paused before continuing, knowing this was a touchy subject. "What happened to your mom? ...If you don't mind me asking."

Colby swallowed, his eyes remaining on the road. "My mom died of a heart attack when I was 10, and my dad had died back when I was a toddler, so I never really knew him. So, I didn't really have any other family around... besides Aunt Susan. She was also legally my godmother, so she was obligated to take me in. She got the house and everything else my mom left, even though most of it was left for me."

I lowered my voice, "The vision I saw of her and you. She grabbed you by your throat so aggressively. How often was she... like that?"

"The one moment you did see was basically how every day went. She always treated me like I was a burden, even back when I was a kid. She constantly belittled me, told me I wasn't good enough, and compared me to my mother in the worse way. It made me sick living there. And I had plans to move out as soon as I turned 18, but things never lined up well enough for me." He laughed bitterly, "And of course she wanted to kick me out the moment I was an adult, but she couldn't afford to live in the house without my extra income so once I finished high school, I moved to the basement and basically turned it into a little apartment. I never saw her unless I had to and all I did was go to work and come home. And that was my life for a long time."

"Did you have friends?" I inquired.

"I mean, I had a couple, but none that were actually close. Plus, once vampires came out to the public, a lot of people saw me as a pariah because of my aunt." He informed.

I frowned. "Why?"

"She was known in our town, affectionally, as a blood whore." Colby drove us onto the highway, leading us away from the city.

"Jesus..." I whispered, surprised.

"When vampires first came out, a lot of people were scared of them. But my aunt wasn't one of them. She was very... welcoming, to say the least. And she found out very quickly that vampire's blood was something worth befriending over." He remarked, his tone dull.

"She used to drink vampire blood?" I gaped.

"All the time. She used to give her blood to vampires in exchange - sometimes for money, sometimes for their blood. She became an addict to it, to some degree. Vampire blood, if drank a lot and in high quantities, can cause the person to feel high. So, she did that a lot of the times. She had a lot of vampire boyfriends. None of them ever stayed around too long. Just long enough for her to get her fix and then move onto the next..." His voice fell off for a moment, coming back more emotional; angrier. "Until Xaiver."

I reached over, placing my hand on Colby's forearm, rubbing it softly.

"She didn't exactly hang around with the best vampires, but he was especially sketchy. A lot of local vampires didn't fuck with him, but of course she still found her way to him. I found out later what happened with her and him. Because he was a dealer, he would sell his blood in vials. They met in some bar, and a week later went out on a ‘date’. He gave her a vial of his blood. And he expected that in return she would do the same the next date. But there never was another date. She just stole his blood and dipped. Hid in the house for two weeks in case he was out hunting for her - which he was. Eventually he heard that she had a kid that she took care of and that's how he found me." He glared at the road ahead, his jaw tense.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve that." I consoled; the flashes of his memory played in my mind.

"It was such a weird feeling... turning into a vampire. I had heard stories of what it was like, and none of them explained it the way I felt it. Everything became sharp and intense. I was seeing colors I couldn't see before, lights were brighter, everything smelled so strong, and I could hear everything around me all at once. And the emotions - those are what really took me by surprise. I felt.... everything," Colby took a ragged breath. "Anything I had ever held back, anything I ever thought, I felt it. In that very moment. It was all so overwhelming. That word doesn't even do it justice."

I laced my fingers with his free hand, giving him a squeeze. "I can only imagine."

"I think my powers also made it ten times worse, at least for me. The moment I touched my aunt... I saw everything about her. Her whole entire life flashed before my eyes. Everything she ever felt or thought came to me. And I hated every second of it." He fumed lowly, sliding his hand out of my own for a moment.

I stayed silent, just watching Colby. His eyes remained on the road, but they were intense, dark. His one hand gripped the steering wheel while other rested softly on my thigh.

"I always thought that she didn't love me. I knew for a fact she didn't like me, you didn't need supernatural powers to know that. But I had hoped she cared, even a little. And there were times in her life she did. But deep down she never... wanted me," he confessed, his voice almost falling to a whisper. He swallowed and continued, "She was extremely jealous of the life my mom had. My mom had a great husband until he passed, she had a house, a family - everything my aunt wanted but could never get for whatever reason. And I was just a reminder of that. She gladly took the house, the car, my mom's money, but she didn't really want me. And knowing that she was actually kind of glad when my mom passed... I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to."

"I don't blame you for what you did." I stated, looking into his eyes.

He blinked, turning back to the road. "When the police showed up, I told them that a vampire came in and attacked us both. They believed me because of her history, took her body to the morgue, and that was it. I paid for a funeral I didn't attend and buried her. I sold the house and any other possessions I could and never turned back."

"What happened to Xavier?" I uttered.

"I killed him before I left town. He was the second person I ever killed." He revealed.

I furrowed my brow, "He was hardly a person. He was a monster for what he did to you."

"Sometimes I regret killing either one of them. But then I think most likely if I hadn't, someone else would've. They both messed around with a lot of strange people..." He trailed off.

I tried to change the subject, sensing that Colby was getting tired of talking about this one. "What age did you get turned at?"

"22. I was about to be 23." He answered.

"How old would you be now?" I thought out loud.

"I would be 28. I was only born in '91." He stated.

"Oh my God... I'm dating an older man?" I gasped. "Sexy."

He finally cracked a genuine smile. "Why don't you get some rest? We have a long drive ahead of us."

"You still haven't told me where we're going." I argued light-heartedly.

"Well, clearly it's up in the mountains." He pointed to the mountains in the distance.

"I can tell that. But where?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You'll see eventually." He teased.

"You never fully explained why you're driving there. Couldn't we have vampire ran?" I questioned.

"It's a couple hours away, and while I'm strong I don't think I could run that far. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you, even if you're just asleep." He turned to me, giving me a wink. "So, get some rest."

I snuggled into my seat, leaning back a bit and staring out the window. The quiet sound of the radio and Colby's breathing lulled me to sleep in no time.

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"Baby, it's time to get up. We're here." Colby whispered, his soothing voice waking me.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. The lights of the car illuminated the forest around us. And a few feet from the car was a cabin. A little porch with two red chairs rested on the outside with a set of stairs leading up to it. The cabin looked well taken care of, the light on the outside inviting us in. Little white flowers adorned the path leading to the stairs and around the whole property.

I got out of the car, my eyes widening at the sight. It was still dark out, but the sun would be rising soon, the sky a lighter blue than before. I turned towards Colby, who had both of our bags in his hands. He raced up the stairs, entering the cabin and turning the lights on. I walked up the path to the house, gliding up the stairs and into the cabin. I took in all of the little details of the place: the dark wooden interior, the rock wall fireplace, the cozy deep red couches, the soft oak table right outside of the kitchen. Everything about this place was beautiful. The house even smelled good, a mix of cinnamon and mahogany.

"So, what do you think?" He breathed almost nervously.

I gazed around the cabin, trying to take in every detail that I could. "Colby... how did you get a place like this last minute?"

"Well, Kevin knows a guy that owns this house. And I asked him to ask the guy if it was okay for us to come up here. And he said it was fine. We've all come up here before, sometimes just to get away from the city." Colby stepped closer to me. "Did you notice the white flowers outside?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah I did. Wait... are those-?"

He cut me off, smiling. "Angelica californica, to be exact."

"They grow here?" I questioned.

"Naturally, but we also add to the population occasionally." He joked, his dimples appearing.

"So... no vampires?" I whispered.

He replied back just as quiet. "No vampires. Except for me, of course."

I jumped up, hugging him tightly. "Oh Colby. This is the best present ever. Thank you."

"Of course, baby. You deserve this, and so much more." He pulled back, his arms still wrapped around me, "So, the closest cabin is about a mile away. Same with the closest town. I figured in an hour or two we can go into town, maybe get some breakfast at the diner? And then afterwards I can pick us up some groceries, that way you aren't starving the whole week we're here."

I gasped, "We're gonna be here for a week? Oh no, Colby, I only called out for a day.”

"Ehh, don't worry. You have off this weekend, right? Stay here with me, and we'll worry about all of that on Monday." Colby argued.

"I have a feeling I won't want to leave though." I exhaled dramatically.

He feigned concern. "Oh no... whatever will we do?"

I smacked his chest, a laugh erupting from him.

"Go take a shower, and I'll unpack our bags. Sound good?" He held my hands, giving them a light squeeze.

I nodded, walking into the bedroom and pulling out some clothes to change into for after my shower.

I took the longest shower of my life, scrubbing all the stress away and off my body. By the time I had gotten out, it had been an hour, and the diner was ready to open. Colby and I drove into town, enjoying the view of the quaint place. The diner wasn't packed, but a steady stream of customers were coming in and out for the breakfast rush. We sat down at a table and enjoyed our meal slowly, people-watching the whole time. We walked through town, looking at all the little shops and stopping in a few. I bought a mug with the town's name on it, Colby rolled his eyes as I did. We then went to the grocery store, picking up a few things to make lunch and dinner. Colby wasn't much of a cook, and neither was I, so we settled on pasta for tonight. We drove home, but I didn't feel like settling in yet.

"Do you wanna go on a hike?" Colby suggested.

And we did just that. The fresh air almost burned my lungs, the crispness feeling sharp with every breath. It had been overcast out all day, making it the perfect weather to walk in. I found a stream not too far away from our cabin, following it down until it opened up to a lake. We sat at the dock of the lake, staring out into the water, huddled close to each other.

Then the skies opened up, rain pouring and soaking us instantly. We laughed as we raced home, Colby holding my hand the whole time. Eventually when we were close, Colby picked me up bridal style and sped me into the cabin. Thunder crackled in the distance, making the ground shake. Colby started a fire, and the cabin warmed up instantly.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did. I woke up wrapped up in a blanket, a soft pillow resting under me. The tv was on, playing a random channel I hadn't seen before. The cabin smelled of butter and pasta sauce. I looked at the time, and it was already 5:36 P.M.

"Good evening, sleepy head. Dinner will be ready soon, if you wanna get up." Colby spoke from the kitchen.

I stretched, getting up and heading towards his voice. "You should have woke me sooner. I would have helped with dinner."

He snickered, "I'm not that clueless when it comes to making pasta. Besides, you looked too peaceful, and I figured after the long day of walking around your body could use some more rest."

"Well, I'll at least set the table." I pulled out two dishes, walking over to the table and placing them down. I noticed in the little vase there were three flowers: two things of angelica and a single rose.

He noticed me staring, "I got that for you at the grocery store. I made sure to hide it so you wouldn't see."

"You are literally too sweet to me." I leaned in, pecking his lips.

He shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know about too sweet, but I'm definitely trying my best here.”

My face dropped, turning to look at him completely. "Colby, you got me a cabin, drove me all the way here just so I could catch a break. You bought me breakfast and groceries and are now making me dinner. If that isn't sweet, I don't know what is."

He looked down, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He continued stirring the pasta.

Oh my God... I made Colby blush.

A moment later, he turned off the heat, dumping the pasta water out and into the heated sauce. He mixed that up for a minute and turned to me. "I think it's ready."

We ate dinner slowly, enjoying each bite. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a homecooked meal in ages, but the pasta was to die for. We chatted the whole time, commenting on our day and the different things we saw at the diner and the lake. Once we finished, Colby poured some wine for us. A lull finally fell into our conversation, but we still sat in the dining room, sipping our wine. Colby held my hand, lightly running his thumb back and forth.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you so much for this, Colby. Truly. I needed this escape so badly."

"Of course, Jade. I'll be honest though; this wasn't just an escape for you. It was for me too. I'm not exactly... not stressed, about everything going on." He took a long sip from his wine glass, his voice low.

I sighed deeply, gazing down at the table. "It's insane how crazy our lives have gotten in such a short time."

Colby nodded his head, finishing off his wine. He reached out his now free hand, wanting to hold mine. I gave him it, cupping his gently. His grip tightened as he began to speak.

"I'm... scared, of what's to come, Jade."

My heart sank at his words, his voice catching me off guard. He kept his head down as he continued.

"I want to be able to protect you, and I think I can, but there is a part of me that thinks I'm not enough. That I'm not strong enough. And especially if someone like Rinaldi or Max is coming after you... it's true. And it terrifies me that that's the truth. Hearing what Tara said to you, that there's the possibility that my greatest fear could happen, that you could die... I don't know what I would do with myself. I can't lose you, Jade. You're the first person I've let in in such a long time and I just can't..." His voice waivered as he trailed off, his head lowered to our hands, resting on them.

I felt a single tear slide down my face, unaware that his words did that to me. I wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him as close to me as possible and never let go. I wasn't sure what to say, but as we both stayed quiet for a moment, I felt myself utter words I knew to be true.

"I love you, Colby."

I could feel Colby freeze, halting his breath. He picked his head up slowly, his eyes almost staring through me. My heart sped up at his intense look.

"I know this might seem sudden... but I've felt this way for a long time." I shuttered out a breath, not realizing how nervous I was, "I don't expect you to say it back."

"I-I... want to, though. I just," his voice fell off, his eyes boring down at our still laced hands. "I've never had anyone say that to me."

My heart shattered, "No one's ever said I love you to you before?"

"Not since I was young. All of our friends have made passing remarks, saying that they care about me, but... not ‘I love you’. Not like how you said it." He murmured.

I squeezed his hands, running my thumb over his knuckles. I leaned down and kissed the top of them, looking up at him briefly. The silence filled the room, and I could see Colby wanted to speak, but was unsure of what to say. I truly didn't expect him to say it back, but part of me hoped for some response soon. My ears rang from the quiet.

Colby's eyes connected with mine, his icy blues gazing deep. "I'm not good at talking. I've never been great at saying what I feel. But I think I can show you... what I feel."

He stood up, pulling me to my feet. He cupped my face gently, his hand feeling almost cold against my hot skin. He leaned in slowly, pressing his body into me. His lips captured mine, an electric charge surging through my body instantly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

Colby pushed me lightly against the table, his hands sliding down my body until he reached my hips. He gripped them tightly, the feeling causing a light sigh to fall from my lips. He smirked into the kiss, pulling away briefly to lift me up onto the table. He placed me down, connecting his lips with mine again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, squeezing him into me. Our kiss deepened, our tongues dancing with one another. Suddenly, he scooped me up from the table, walking me to the bedroom carefully.

He got me to the edge of the bed, dropping me softly. I gasped as I fell back, my legs dangling off the bed as he stared down at me. I swear for a second, I saw his eyes flash red as he scanned my body. My heart raced at the thought of what he could, and would, do to me.

He leaned down, hovering over me as he murmured in my ear. "I want to make you feel good, Jade."

I bit my lip, "I-I want you to do that."

Colby chuckled, kissing down my neck. He nipped at my collarbone; goosebumps rose across my skin as he did. He kept kissing down my body, my chest heaving as he got closer to my sex. I could feel the fire already burning deep within me growing. I wanted him so badly and for so long. And now, it was finally happening.

He raised my shirt up slowly, his hands stopping just underneath my bra. He looked into my eyes and nodded my head, sitting up and letting him pull my shirt off. He gazed over my newly exposed skin, taking in every inch of it. He glided his head down, his breath fanning just above the button of my pants. I shuddered at the feeling, needing him to keep going.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long, Jade." He glanced up at me, a whine almost falling from his lips, "Can I? Please?"

My panties grew wetter from the desperation in his voice. I nodded, unable to speak. Colby unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down my body hastily. His hands cupped my hips, his mouth kissing just above my underwear. My breath hitched at the sensation, my body tensing.

"You're already so wet for me... God, I need to taste you now." He growled.

He pulled my underwear off, throwing it behind him. I bit my lip as the cool air of the cabin hit my naked sex. My hips arched, wanting Colby to give me some relief.

"Use your words, baby. What do you want from me?" He teased, kissing my thighs.

I shuttered, "C-Colby, please. I need you so badly."

"To what?" He blinked innocently.

"Make me come with your tongue." I mewled.

Colby clenched his jaw at my words, his eyes closing tightly for a moment. "Whatever you want, baby. It's yours."

His mouth immediately connected with my clit, pulling it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. Pleasure rolled down my body, my legs instinctively wrapping around his head and resting on his shoulders. As he continued to play with my clit, his fingers lightly brushed up and down my lips, teasing my entrance.

"Oh my God, fuck Colby." I moaned, my eyes fluttering close.

He buried his head deeper into my cunt, his tongue and fingers switching positions. He lapped at my hole, his middle finger rubbing slow circles into my clit.

My hips bucked out his actions, whines falling from my mouth. He kept his pace slow and deep, causing pleasure to roll down my body over and over again.

I could feel my body getting closer to the edge, but I wanted him, needed him, inside of me. "Colby...."

"Yes, beautiful?" He hummed, picking his head up.

"Please.... I need you." I whimpered, my fingers tracing up his face as he looked at me.

He slowed raised up to my face, his mouth pressed closed to my ear. "You need me inside of you?"

"Yes," I shook my head desperately.

"How badly do you need me, baby? Tell me." He demanded teasingly.

"Colby, please." I pawed at his chest, still covered by his shirt, "I need you to take this off, right fucking now."

"Yeah?" He smirked, sitting up and pulling his shirt off with one arm.

My hands immediately slid up his chest, feeling his muscles tighten under my touch. I bit my lip, taking in every inch of him.

Suddenly, Colby's face changed. He lowered himself back down to me, his body resting against mine firmly. I could feel his bulge pressing hard into my thigh. That sent a shockwave through me, knowing I was turning him on.

"Jade... I want you," he swallowed hard. "I want you so badly. I've needed you for so long."

He leaned in, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss. My breath was instantly taken from me, my chest heaving from needed oxygen. My hands drifted down his body, undoing and sliding his pants down enough so that I could grasp his hard member. He gasped against my mouth, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrusted slowly into my hand as I held him. I could tell just from a few pumps that he was big. My pussy clenched at the feeling.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" He whispered lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, a tiny whimper escaping my mouth.

Colby kissed along my neck as he pulled his pants down all the way. His hands slid behind me and popped my bra off, yanking it away from my body quickly. I giggled at his actions; his neediness just as present as mine.

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. He rolled the condom down his shaft, my eyes widening at his now completely naked form. He was so beautiful, in more ways than one. My breath hitched in my throat as I took in as much as I could.

He leaned his head against mine, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "Do you still want this? Do you still want to do this?"

"Of course. More than ever." I cupped his face gently, pecking his lips.

He lined himself up, his eyes boring into mine for just a moment. As he entered me, he closed his eyes tightly, his mouth a gape. I moaned as he stretched me out, filling me deeply.

"Fuck Jade, you feel so good." He grunted, his chest vibrating from how deep his voice was.

Once he was completely inside of me, his eyes shot open, two red orbs staring back at me. Veins popped out from under his skin by his eyes. And his parted mouth showed fangs.

I gazed up at him, excited by the vampire before me. I've only ever seen him like this once, and now it felt completely different. Back then I barely even knew him. And now, he was the love of my life.

"I'm sorry, baby. Give me a second, okay?" Colby hissed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

I hushed him, cupping his face, "No, it's okay Colby. I'm not scared. You don't scare me."

Colby exhaled. "That's good to know. But I still don't like having my fangs out while I'm fucking you."

I stuttered out, "I... don't mind."

"Oh? You like the fangs?" He sassed, his hips slowly starting to move.

"Yeah." I whispered bashfully, a light blush creeping across my skin.

"You're blushing.... oh my God, that's so fucking hot." He cursed.

I gripped his back a little hard, pulling him deeper into me as he thrusted. I matched his pace, our bodies moving as one.

Colby leaned into my neck, kissing and licking my skin. His fangs grazed against me, goosebumps forming. I let out a light gasp as he pressed his fangs in further, but never broke skin.

He groaned, his voice in my ear. "Do you want me to bite you? I can feel you squeezing around me tighter every time I almost do."

I inhaled sharply, taken aback by his tone. Colby chuckled darkly into my ear, his hips picking up speed.

"You want it, don’t you? Just admit it." He smirked.

I let out a raspy sound, unable to say anything. He was right, I did want him to bite me. But I wasn't going to say it. At least not yet.

"Make me." I uttered bravely.

His stare intensified, his lips twitching into a smile. "Fine."

Colby pinned down my hands to the bed with one hand, while his other shimmied down in between our bodies. He forced my legs apart wider, two of his fingers pushing lightly against my clit. He started stroking in time with his thrusts, which only got deeper and harder. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of head from the new sensation.

"Tell me you need it. Tell me you want me to bite you." He ordered, staring into my eyes.

"Fuck, Colby! Pleaseeee." I whined, my brain turning to mush with his actions.

He grunted, his hips shuttering. "God I'm getting so close, Jade. Say what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Bite me, please." I whimpered.

"Say it louder, Jade." He hissed.

"Bite me, Colby!" I moaned louder, my pleasure building more and more. I could feel myself almost going over the edge. Fuck, I needed him to make me come.

"One more time, sweetheart. Say it for me now!" His voice thundered, his thrusts going deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh my God, please bite me! Please! I'm so fucking close!" I shouted desperately, my hips bucking wildly. I tried to force my hands out from under his hold, but they wouldn't budge. I just struggled against him as he kept up his fast-paced movements.

"Good girl, baby. Come for me." He growled, and then slammed his fangs into my neck. It was all overwhelming - the sensation of his fangs, his thrusts, and his words - and it immediately sent my body into overdrive. My orgasm ripped through me, my hips spasming in time with his. I cried out in pleasure, unable to hold back any sounds I had in me. He drank my blood slowly, but just the slight loss made my head all the more lighter.

"Oh shit I'm coming! Fuuuuuckkk-" Colby pounded into me over and over again, exploding in ecstasy as my blood leaked down his chin from my mouth. His red eyes almost glared down at me, intensely staring into my soul. I could feel his aura appear around us, engulfing us both. I was too out of my mind to care. Everything about this moment made my head spin and my mind blank out.

Once our orgasms subsided, Colby's body crashed down on top of mine. He let go of one of my hands, the other lacing fingers with his. We laid there and just breathed with one another, trying to slow down our racing hearts. It felt like forever before he finally picked his head up.

He picked his head up quickly, his mouth a gape. "Shit, I forgot you were bleeding. Here, let me give you some of my blood."

I slurred, "Nooo, y-you don't-"

"You're have no room to argue with me, sweetheart." Colby took his finger in his mouth, biting open the pad of it. Then he brought it to my lips. "Open up, baby."

I allowed his finger into my mouth, the metallic taste making me wince until suddenly changing into something sweet. I sucked on his finger, feeling the lightheadedness slowly going away.

"That's right... there you go. I didn't drink too much from you, so you don't need too much from me." A moment later, he slid his finger out of my mouth, a light ‘pop’ noise following.

"I-I was enjoying that, you know." I joked, sighing.

"I was too." He leaned in close, "There's a reason why I'm still hard inside of you."

We both giggled, his mischievous eyes softening. He pulled out of me a moment later, relaxing back on the bed beside me. We laid there silently, just listening to each other breathe. With a slight look, his hands grasped around my wrist, lightly tugging me over to him until my head was laying on his chest. He sighed deeply, snuggling into me more. I began to drift off, his soft breathing lulling me to sleep. We laid like this for hours, barely moving except to pull the blankets higher.

A ring tone ripped through the silent room. I glanced up at Colby who read his phone. "It's just Mike. He can leave a message."

I snuggled back in, waiting for the phone to stop. It did for a moment, only to start ringing again. The same tone and all.

"There's no reason for Mike to need me. He knows we’re up here. I left a note." He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Okay." I laid my head down, but I didn't shut my eyes. Something churned in my stomach as I stared at the phone, hoping it wouldn't ring again.

But then it did.

Colby groaned, grabbing his phone off the table, and answering it. "What Mike?"

I could hear Mike's muffled voice, and it sounded panic.

Colby froze at Mike's words. He slowly rose from bed, my body falling off his. "What?"

My breath hitched. Something happened.

"Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there as soon as we can be. Tell him to hold on. I'm leaving right now." His tone was serious and pointed. He hung up the phone, getting out of bed quickly.

My stomach sank, my eyes widened. "What happened, Colby? What's wrong?"

He threw on his clothes hastily, turning to me. "It's Sam. Someone attacked him at the club tonight. We have to leave."

<< CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 24 >>

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qso it was my friends wedding yesterday…I already had to exchange my bridesmaids dress once for a bigger size before the wedding and I had ordered a size up so that I would have room to eat and drink the night of the wedding. So imagine how embarrassed I was when I could barely zip my dress up last night. I had to have two other bridesmaids help me. After I got zipped up the one jokingly told me to “not breathe”

it was SO tight through my hips and belly. You could see the outline of my bellybutton. My boobs were almost spilling out of the top. My friend (the one getting married) lives in a different city so we don’t see each other often. Also, I tend to wear looser clothes so I guess I’ve hidden my weight gain pretty well because when she saw me in the dress she shouted “are you pregnant?!” The tightness of the dress really did accentuate the roundness lol. anyway. I was paired up with her brother, who I have had a casual hook up relationship with years ago, so I was a little nervous because the last time we hooked up I had a flat stomach. He’s in pretty good shape too. I could tell he was surprised when he saw me. It was a little awkward at first. a few drinks into the reception I started to loosen up a bit though and we were talking about nothing in particular… just catching up on life … I could feel glancing down at my gut every so often… as the night progresses we drink some more..share some dances and he’s getting a little handsy…he keeps “accidentally” touching my belly..grabbing my hips and honestly I didn’t mind. At this point I was drunk and wasn’t even trying to suck it in anymore. they cut the cake and someone asked me if I wanted a piece and that’s when he, very drunk at this point, put his hand on my belly and says “this girl doesn’t turn down cake” we all just kind of laughed it off but I was a little embarrassed but also a little excited that he acknowledged my belly and the fact that I don’t look like I turn down cake 😂

this morning he texted me and apologized for the “cake comment” and I told him not to worry about it … I know that I’ve put on some weight and I’m comfortable with my body. He said “it’s sexy tho … a little cushion is good”

oooof it’s more than just “a little” cushion lol.

The good news is I didn’t pop out of my dress like I thought I was going to 😂😂 I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to wear that dress again though 😂😂

#fat belly #round belly #chubby belly #stuffed gut #make me fatter #getting fat on purpose #tight clothes #rub my belly #food baby #beer gut #getting bigger #weight gain

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Talking to the Moon

Rating: 13+

Word count: Just under 3.5k

Characters: Judith Grimes, Negan Smith (NOT A SHIP!!!!!!); mentions of Carl, Rick, Michonne, Carol, Enid, and R.J.

Setting: Alexandria, post 6 year jump

Content Warnings: sibling grief, talks of death, a little bit of suicidal ideation in here too I think, vulgarity, light talk of typical TWD violence, just lots of sad. Sorry. Fluffy ending tho!

Summary: Judith is getting older, and it’s not fair that Carl isn’t.

Author’s Note: Okaaayy so I really did not want the first piece I published on here to be an angsty vent but life kinda decided to bodyslam me (as usual) so anyways have this lol. I spent all day yesterday writing this in between crying fits and I’m only finishing it now.. oopsie whoopsies. A little context I guess, my older brother was shot and killed 5 years ago, and in 5 years I will be older than he got to be. That’s heavily implemented in here, as well as just the majority of Judith’s dialogue being my own thoughts/feelings. Sometimes it just hits you again, man. My therapist likes me to write it out 🤷🏻 I’m workin on other stuff that isn’t like this so pls bear w me y’all 😭🙏🏽

Beta’d by @murdadixon as alwayysss

Midnight marked her 10th birthday. 

She liked to keep track of time in intervals of five. R.J. was currently an interval of 5. He died at an interval of five. She was reaching an interval of 5 herself, right now. In a demi-decade, she would encounter the age he’d never passed; and in a decade, she would be 5 years older than he’d ever be. Five felt significant, and she did not—she simply felt like her brother’s stand-in. 

Judith sat on the edge of the wooden boardwalk with her legs drawn up to her chest and both arms wrapped around her knees, chin rested atop them, and stared blankly at the water source before her. Tried to mimic its stillness. But she disrupted it, instead, because the tears swimming in her brown eyes splattered down and sent ripples coursing across the surface, growing larger the further they fanned out and expanded. 

That was, similarly, how missing Carl felt. At the start, it was a heavy impact, it obliterated the calmness, and as the years blazed past, it got further away and yet simultaneously… bigger. How could something shrink and grow? How could she grow, every day; and yet consistently feel as if she were being pushed back, made smaller? Small enough to be back in his arms again, like before, like that final night she knew him. 

She would appreciate his last words this time. She would wrangle her brain up into her juvenile hands and pin it down to carve them over the top of her damn hippocampus to keep them there; even if it did mean her blood got everywhere, even if it meant she lost all the rest of her cognitive function. Truthfully, she did not want to function this way. Being medically brain dead would be a graciousness. Or maybe just being bit.

Feeling the fever Carl did would unite them in a way. 

The panels beside her creaked recognizably, a familiar gait and stride, and Judith’s fingers twitched to move instinctively for a gun she knew she wouldn’t brandish. The scuffed tips of two large black boots entered her peripheral vision but she did not turn her gaze. 

“Hey there, Miss Grimes.” 

Negan sat in a loose mirror of Judith’s position—he struggled with holding his legs in exactly the same manner and had to improvise considerably. He got himself comfortable with his legs toward his chest but with a short gap between his thighs, toes pointing outward instead of inward as Judith’s were, and both forearms crossed above his knees to lie his head upon. 

“Don’t really like water, kid, but I’m diving in there after ya if you jump, so please don’t, alright? For me?” 

The preteen wiped her right cheek against her bicep and tilted her head to rest the left cheek against the adjacent knee and look at her guest. Her eyes weren’t really seeing him, but she was trying to acknowledge the fact that he’d joined her. “How’d you get out?” 

He ignored that she ignored his question and instead plastered on the usual grin, even if the edges were heavy and worn down, and lifted a finger to his smile. 

Shhhh, it’s a secret. It went without saying. 

“I should shoot you. I brought my gun,” she pestered, poking a bear with a stick. Only, this bear was a puppy. And the humor behind the words didn’t reach her tone. 

He decided not to address her monotony.

“Mmhmm. Right.” 

“I would.” 

“I know,” he grinned again, more genuinely, and his side administered a dull throb almost out of nostalgia. She had, in fact, shot him. He wouldn’t challenge that.

There were only a few moments that went without speech. Judith found herself gazing ahead again, tapping her right cowgirl boot without tempo because it was simply to alleviate the odd, incessant gnawing in her gut that screamed to bounce her leg, or else. 

“Why don’t I get to have a word?” she blurted out, albeit quietly, almost unaware that Negan could not read her mind and was clueless to what she really meant. The man hummed questioningly as if to say ‘continue,’ and Judith finished verbalizing the thought. “I mean… mom’s a widow, and you’re a widower. Enid is an orphan. Aunt Carol is a v- vi..lo..mah, she lost her daughter Sophia.” The young girl struggled on the pronunciation momentarily before returning to the point. “But what am I? Just… a kid who lost a brother? Don’t I deserve a word? Doesn’t Carl? I think he deserves more than one. I would give him them all.” 

In truth, Negan would not have heard the second half of her statement had they not been knee-to-knee. Even from only having a view of the profile of her face, he could tell that she was fighting back the need to cry. The intensity with which she swallowed, the twitch of the corners of her frown, her small nostrils flaring. She was probably also avoiding allowing her voice to crack. 

Kids don’t ever deserve to feel this way. Adults can hardly even cope with loss. He’d seen it sometimes before, the occasional teen with swollen eyes and dark circles wordlessly offering him a slip with a small, rectangular obituary card stapled to the top left corner to excuse a few days of absence after the passing of a parent, guardian, or otherwise crucial family member. And similar to now, he truly tried his best… when it came to situations like that. It was hard—shit, it still is hard, but after eventually grasping that what most of them wanted was to just be heard (and not to be told that a kick-ass exercise routine could distract a weak mind, or about how being a pussy didn’t get you pussy), he’d take his attendance and approach again with a juniors mitt and baseball to throw at the wall and catch while they cried, screamed, shook, even dissociated some of them. He’d never been a great man, or honestly even a kind teacher; Savior Negan essentially just carried on acting as he had before Lucille’s confrontation, diagnosis, and passing; but the kids who saw through him loved him. When the rest loathed to hear ‘Mr. Smith,’ though no one was to blame for that but himself. To the damaged kids, the whole façade of coolness he tried to upkeep around his classes was utter horseshit because they found him badass when he let them bitch about things without taking to the nearest phone as a mandatory reporter. 

Judith was, arguably, the most mature ten year old with significant trauma that he’d ever sat with. Children that young hadn’t been his area of work, really, but there were a handful of times one of his high school students had to drag along a little sibling because they’d emancipated after the death of the only responsible parent, were granted custody of the kid, and the younger had a day off. Other stories, heavily similar or drastically different, with the same outcome. Judith was more put together than half of the seniors that had dished their shit out on him. In a strictly militant world and with no empire turning to him for guidance, there was no excuse to be assertive around her age bracket. He would tell her she was strong, that she was an Amazon warrior who could brave anything and then have to explain Wonder Woman comics, but the probability was massive that she could only grasp some variation of control over herself in these heavy moments because life now held a sickening promise that anything could be marred with a streak of blood. That you have to always be ready to mourn. 

So fucked up. 

His prior internal assessment to remain silent and give her more time to process her feelings into words proved correct when Judith turned her head back in his direction again with more to express to him. 

“Dad isn’t here anymore to tell me what Carl was like at my age. Or tell me stories about before everything got bad. And mom wasn’t around for all that stuff. But even if she was, I- I hate always hearing about him from other people. About how they won’t ever get to see him grow up. Why does everyone else get to remember my brother? Why doesn’t anybody care that I gotta know he’s not watching me grow up anymore? I want to remember Carl on my own, but I was too little!” Her delicate voice shattered beneath the weight of her last sentence, and the way her eyebrows were flying into all different angles on her face betrayed that her developing mind didn’t know what to do with the guilt that ignited furiously behind her ribs for seemingly such a selfish notion. It was a vicious fact that Judith almost never understood what she was feeling, not acutely. 

But, she trusted Negan. He’d told her things that no one else had cared to let her know. About Abraham. About Glenn. About Sasha, Denise, uncle Daryl. Everyone she loved had been damaged by him in some way, but… they’d all together affected him, too. 

Maybe he changed. Or maybe he’d been keeping this Negan safe. Whatever the case, here he was, out of his cell, not even allowing his knee to bump her own. 

This man had killed people? He was the kindest one here to her. Especially when it came to stuff like this. Other Alexandrians always dismissed her; she didn’t have any “adult” problems worth sparing their time for. How could the big bad wolf be so tame? 

Judith wiped both of her eyes and straightened her left leg out halfway. “If… if Carl hadn’t got bit, what do you think things would be like now?”

And that question certainly beckoned an answer. He had been allowing her to talk as much as she felt necessary tonight, content to simply sit quietly and be an ear for the little girl as she often was for him. His skull would have been split open on one of those prison walls years ago had it not been for his little window and Judith’s spark of rebellious humanity. 

Negan responded honestly, as was always the case with her. “I woulda killed every last one of these dickwipes, and brought you and Carl back to the Sanctuary with me. I don’t kill kids. But I don’t think your brother would have been too crazy about that. Nah, with those titanium balls of his, he would have taken me down, torn all of my people apart limb from fuckin’ limb. Yeah…,” he peered down at Judith, who was just watching him with her elbow on her extended knee and her cheek rested on her palm. No signs of distress. He continued on. “Yeah, Prick thought he was a badass, but Carl? Well, he was the real badass. Anybody could’a killed me, my bet was on him. Catch me off guard, I wouldn’t have fought back. I think he would have stocked one of my big ass trucks with everything he needed and taken off with you knowing he won. But he also would have lost everything.” 

Now, Judith’s energy had shifted back into that murky cloud it had resembled before. Not entirely, but to a noticeable degree. Negan cursed under his breath. 

“Did I scare you talking abou-” 

“You think Carl would have raised me all on his own? You really think he would have done that?”

“Oh, I know it,” Negan nodded adamantly, without aggressive urgency, and chipped a piece of plastic from the aglet of his shoelace to chuck into the water. “Carl loved you more than anyone else, I think.” 

A brittle, cracked sob drew his attention immediately to the little girl beside him, left hand reaching out to comfort on instinct and then hovering uselessly between them. Judith gave her permission with action instead of words; turning her legs off to the side to be able to roll onto her right hip and notch herself against Negan’s side. She rested her head against his knee and old tears from her cheek seeped through the thin material of his jumper. The previously awkward arm dropped around her own and he settled for hanging his hand at an outward angle away from her body. He’d comfort the kid but any one of the adults here would send Michonne into a goddamned stroke by reporting that he’d made an attempt against her daughter's life by, say, scratching the back of her head. Some asinine bullshit. He wouldn’t risk it, and not because of himself. No, he’s a big boy and can handle his own conflicts. But Judith would get in so much unnecessary trouble. 

After taking a minute to gather herself, Judith whispered, “I think I would have liked that better.” 

“…What, Carl taking care of ya?” He queried. “Y’know that means you wouldn’t have your mom, or dad, or-”

“Mommies and daddies die before their kids do, or they’re supposed to. Siblings are- they’re supposed to be there the whole time you grow up, and after. You’re supposed to live your life together. And they’re not supposed to die before you mom and dad do.” 

“Kid-”

“I want Carl. I’d give up anyone here to get him back.” 

It proved remarkably difficult given how much taller he was than her, but Negan managed to make do. He tilted his neck to a sideways angle and rested his head on top of hers whilst fishing through his right pocket. 

Judith peeked up at him. “What’re you doing? Are you gonna stab me for making you sad? I’ve still got my-”

“No. Don’t be nosey,” he goaded and even ventured so far as to stick his tongue out and wrinkle his nose. Her head dropped back down to his leg just as quickly as it rose, and Negan’s fingers closed around the surprise. 

“Sounds like a candy wrapper…,” she mumbled, still too lost in her own head and the darkness residing. 

Two bright blue pouches withdrew from his pocket, and his brown eyes traveled skyward. “Moon’s right above our heads now. Means it’s midnight. I got ya a gift.” 

A second, smaller pair of brown irises gazed upon the same sky, and her bottom lip began to give way into trembles again so Negan damn near shoved the quite literally sweet present directly in front of her face. 

Judith blinked, eyes focusing on the text in front of them that stood out violently against the package design. “What’s ‘Razzles?’” A small hand accepted the curious, but still exciting new treat, and read the yellow script surrounding the name at the top and bottom. “‘First it’s candy, then it’s gum’? What’s gum?” 

Negan had already ripped his open. “You’re about to give me one fat ass kiss, Miss Grimes,” he mused delicately, tossing three colorful disks into his mouth.

His much younger counterpart followed suit, unsure of how to react while the candy crunched before a scintillating smile broke out across her face and two more pieces joined the first. “Where’d you get these?”

“…Okay, don’t laugh,” he deadpanned, and couldn’t help but smirk when Judith narrowed her eyes at him and raised an accusatory eyebrow, still blissfully chewing away. “I’ve gotta secret admirer.” He drew his shoulders up into a loose shrug, threw his hands out in a ‘surprise!’ gesture and dropped his mouth open to an overly enthused smile as the preteen choked on gum. 

“WHAT?!? What do you mean?! Tell me, tell me!” 

He wouldn’t comment on how much tension finally dissipated from his body and mind at the eager enthusiasm on Judith’s face. This had all been so… glum. “Don’t know, but they slip me goodies through the bars on the window. I asked Father Freaky for some paper to draw, keep my mind busy y’know, and left a note up there requesting a special birthday gift for my best friend. They got dropped in this morning.” 

“So, someone here in Alexandria?” she asked, munching her way through her bag of sweets. There was a twinkle in her eyes, finally, so he’d entertain it. 

He shrugged idly. “I’d assume so. I’ve got my fingers crossed there’s some freaky deaky coming my way!!” 

“Oh, ew. There it is, you ruined this whole thing.” Judith pushed on the side of his knee with both hands to amass enough force to actually shove his leg over. 

“Damn. This whole thing, huh?” 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, her mouth now so full of chewed up gray gum that speaking proved difficult. 

Negan chomped down on a considerable number of candies all at once and reached for Judith’s own pack of Razzles. “Alright, I’ll just take this then, since I fucked up your birthday and all.” A deep, rumbling laugh burst forth from up out of his chest when the ten year old shouted ‘NO!!!’ and a huge wad of gum rolled out of her mouth to plink into the water and bob along to float elsewhere. The pout her bottom lip garnished was impressive and Negan glanced around to the houses in the distance behind them, all of the windows being dark with the quiet insinuation of sleep, to ensure the absence of scrutinizing eyes before taking one of Judith’s hands into his own to unload half the contents of his own candy until her palm was overflowing and a few stray pieces thumped down against the wood. Negan administered the 5 second rule with a quickness and claimed them for himself. 

“Thanks,” she chimed faintly, and set about organizing the surplus of thin, cylindrical candies into separate groups of yellow, purple, orange, pink, and blue. 

Negan tucked his hand back to his side and pointedly did not give any attention to the prominent droop Judith’s shoulders adopted afterward. He wondered fleetingly if anyone in town ever just… gave the kid a hug. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Really. It’s not like I went out and found these myself.” He pointed one of his own bits of candy at her and added, “Well, you can always just find my paramour and thank them yourself.”                

She tilted her head back against his arm to smile up at him. “You just want me to get you deets. You have a crush on this person already, uncle Negan?” 

“I’ll love anybody who gives me attention at this point,” he shrugged again, tone steady despite the admission. “Aren’t I hopelessly in love with you, Miss Grimes?” 

Her braid swung and the sheriff’s hat far too oversized for her head shifted slightly out of place when she nodded. She tucked the intertwined strands of hair behind her ear after they fell into her face and tickled her nose. “I never hear mom say that she loves me.” 

“Ah, she does.” He tapped a finger against his temple once he knew Judith was looking at him and would see it. “She’s got a lot going on up here. But I bet if you went up to Mich and told her first, she’d say it back.” 

The young girl nodded again, though this motion was a simple, stiff jerk and only once. Drastically unlike the one he’d earned for himself just moments prior. Judith didn’t believe that Michonne really loved her, but she could easily surmise that he did. “Love you, too,” she murmured and a hefty sigh followed closely behind. Judith tapped the toes of her boots against the boardwalk and followed Negan’s offered instruction to bravely attempt blowing her first bubble. It snapped into a sticky disaster on her lips. The pair fell into a comfortable, innocent, expectationless silence. Negan eventually polished off the last of his candy and crumpled the wrapper up to tuck away into the pocket he retrieved it from, along with Judith’s once she’d finished her own. She was, reasonably, exhausted, and it didn’t take long for him to realize that Judith had drifted off leaning against him. 

Next thing he knew, the clouds were graying and little hands were nudging his arm, accompanied by a sleep-slurred voice telling him to wake up. His legs were numb from having remained in the same seated position for what had to be at least a couple hours, but Negan still managed to get himself up into his feet and follow her along as she led the way to his cell. A sheepish smile and tired shrug was all he could muster when her eyes lingered on the lock and bobby-pin discarded haphazardly in the middle of the concrete. He took his place on his cot and watched the child close the bars behind him and slide the lock back into place. 

Judith turned from him to walk away, but threw a drowsy smile over her shoulder and waved. And pointless as it was, he spoke after she’d left and her shadow had already passed by his solitary window.

“Happy birthday, kid.” 

I think I get attached to characters like Negan who are dangerous and have soft hearts because that’s exactly what my brother was like.

I miss my Carl ❤️‍🩹

This is my first time writing for TWD, and the first work I’m posting in over 2 years, so I hope it’s good for y’all 🥺

#the walking dead #negan smith #twd negan #negan #judith grimes #judith twd #negan twd #twd judith #Negan smith & Judith grimes #negan & judith #sibling grief #Negan fanfic #Negan smith fanfic #negan smith fanfiction #negan fanfiction #uncle negan #the walking dead fanfiction #first fanfic #Rick grimes #rick grimes' big ass hat #michonne grimes #carl grimes #Carl grimes death #vent post #angst #twd angst #hurt/comfort

[otwdfanfic]

Oh and also 7 so you can indulge in talking about your ocs (the beloved beans)!! <333

I ended up busy all day yesterday so I decided to add some little drawings to spice up my reply <3 I'm gonna resist yapping about Baldur and Cato for this one, and I'm gonna save our sweet Bjorn and Eret for later yaps. Instead I decided to focus on some other dragon hunter OCs!

People who have read OTWD might remember Sikka for her antler hood or nadder spear, but under the hood she's got incredible tattoos called tunniit. Tunniit are part of the Inuit tattooing tradition that Eret’s tattoos were inspired by. In real life they’re typically seen on women, and these days a lot of women are getting them again to keep their traditions alive, so I decided that based on Eret’s I would give each northern tribe their own kakiniit that identify their tribal affiliation and family. Since our httyd northern tribes live in the Arctic between Greenland and Russia, I figure the tradition probably spread from Greenland! The forehead portion is similar triangle shape for everyone in Sikka’s tribe and represent antlers (there might be variations in exact design based on the family). The chin portion represents one's individual role or honors a family member. Sikka's represents a herder tracking the hoofprints of a reindeer, and her mother had the same. She belongs to the Reindeer Tribe of Reindeer Valley, near Griselda's Fortress and was only 16 when she joined Cato's crew (she's ~21 in OTWD). Griselda refused to hire her at first bc her mother had ended up in a terrible, fatal conflict with one of Griselda's top men that caused controversy between her tribe and the hunting operation, but Cato insisted on giving her a chance. He's extremely proud of her skill and loyalty, and she loves him like a brother, so betraying him in OTWD was not an easy decision. The moment he realizes Sikka's abandoned him is when he decides our heroes have really got to pay, bc he hasn't just lost a payday or even his second chance with Gustav but also his horned shadow. I'm SO excited to see her again in Into the Polar Night, she's going to have a very important role and I think it'll surprise everyone. Hopefully it won't be too long before I post a playlist for her <3

The other two OCs here will only appear in Gustav's short which is tentatively titled How To Hunt Your Dragon LOL

Ragnall is the quartermaster of the Goregutter, the first hunting ship that Gustav and Cato work on, and he's essentially Gustav's boss despite not being much older than him. He manages the ship and deck for the captain Harald Bloodaxe, who handles the business side like choosing where to port and hunt. Ragnall does hunt dragons but he doesn't manage the dragon hold where they're kept, that's up to a slavic man named Wyrmhart (Cato's boss). His mother was the witch Skuld, and he grew up working whaling boats in Thunderhead Bay, and some of the men grumble that he practices witchcraft. He's strict but generally fair, and likes Gustav just because he's a high quality sailor relative to a lot of the hunters. On the other hand, he despises the mainland vikings who are converting to christianity and their christian Saxon neighbors, so he's particularly prejudiced against Cato, who barely even speaks fluent norse at this point (if he'd bother to ask, he'd learn that Cato isn't a christian, but you know how prejudices are). Ragnall is pretty important to the overall OTWD series for a few different reasons actually, so I can't wait to write his story. I think everyone will find it shocking and fun hehe >:)

Siraj is the 19 year old son of an extremely wealthy trade lord from Marrakesh who pays to bring a lot of Griselda's cargo through the Mediterranean. He's apprenticing under Harald and Ragnall to learn the ropes (literally) of sailing and managing a trade business because his father wants him to have practical knowledge before taking over the business, since he's been raised in a very privileged and comfortable life. He went to university in Marrakesh, so he speaks multiple languages and really boggles Gustav's mind with his knowledge haha. He's really sociable and is Gustav's first friend on the Goregutter, they have a fun gang of friends. The only thing he's not involved with is the actual dragon hunting, since that has nothing to do with running a trade empire. He does go home after his time on the Goregutter so he isn't involved in the plot of ITPN or TOTG, but I imagine that he keeps traveling all over the Silk Road and making friends everywhere before taking over his dad's business.

Whew that was some MAJOR yapping but I'm so glad for the chance to talk about some of my dragon hunters. A lot of the hunters are just background people to me, like the background Berserkers, and I don't really consider them OCs, but these three definitely are <33 my actual reaction to this ask:

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd ocs #dragon hunters #griselda the grievous #gustav larson #sikka #ragnall #siraj #me not giving actual vikings like Ragnall giant facial hair is a crime I’m sorry. I will try to do better #character design

[spacerockwriting]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thank you for the tag @energievie

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Name: Comet

How do you pronounce your own Tumblr handle in your head? space rock writing like, it's literally just a space rock.

When you look out the window right now what do you see? My cube has no window

What is the most unusual profession someone in your family was in? All???? My dad's job is cutting up trees with a sawmill. My mom's an artist, and my brother works for this place that does stem cell research and stuff.

What hobby were you really into as a kid? I collected barbies, and I collected a lot of bunny stuff because of my bunny hyperfixation

First autofill google result when you type 'How can I...?' on my work laptop, so nah.

If you were the main character in a sitcom, what song would be playing during the opening credits? Maybe Kids From Yesterday, by My Chem.

What's the last movie you watched? Did you enjoy it? What genre is it? Not a movie, but I was watching the documentary series Quiet on Set, since I was a big nickelodeon kid.

What is your favourite movie genre? I dunno my fav genere, since I just like movies. Just not horror because I'm too chicken shit for that.

What movie would you recommend? Hmmm, We need to talk about Kevin is a great film if you're interested in a film where you leave feeling confused and empty, as you have NO emotional connection to the main character. The perks of being a wallflower is a fav movie and book of mine, because it's a good story for those who never really fit in. (both these films have Ezra Miller in them: but in Perk's he just a side character.) Bang Bang You're Dead is a good film, dealing with the point of view of the bullied and retaliation. (And it has Randy Harrison, my queer as folk blondie love) Umm, Tick Tick Boom for the life of Jonathan Larson, someone who was a huge deal in the theater world. It's a musical, as is the 2012 Les Miserable film. Ummm, If you're not that conservvative of a person, I'd suggest South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut as well as Orgazmo. Both are written & directed & starring Matt Stone and Trey Parker, who are absouute film idols of mine. Riding in Vans With Boys which is a fun Jackass-style film about this small band that goes on tour with Blink 182 & Green Day for their pop disaster tour. Umm...I've got a lot of films I can recommend, I was a film major lol. Boy Erased was used in helping to write Gay Wieners.

Do your IRL humans know about your fandom life? If you're a creator, do they know you create? Yeah, most of my friends IRL and a few coworkers know I at least go to comic cons and stuff.

If you could do one activity with your pocket/fandom friends what would it be? Gather them all and we're gonna have a fun night all together.

Tagging:

@transmurderbug @transmickey @stocious @ian-galagher @deathclassic @callivich @mybrainismelted

#comet rambles

[munamania]

bitch post time!!!!!! many revelations ok last night's vibes were HEINOUS but it provided so much for me and lydia to talk about and now i am gonna share with you yippee storytime

k so we plan to go to this valentines day showcase thing that the college radio is putting on last night. mind you at my place of work where i pretended that i had a family emergency and had to go home cause i didnt feel like going into work yesterday morning lol idiot... i was so paranoid my boss was there in disguise or some shit it was stupid. sorry um. yeah so ok i was largely like this could be a chance for friend groups to come together and maybe ill be able to talk to sams roommate and also like i do want to see more live music and it's free! so. anyway ok wait let me tell u abt the first part of the day

so me and lydia drive over some wine bottles to sam for him to use as props in a film. and sam and the roommate are sitting on their porch and we chat a little bit acc sam said as i walked up 'you always look so suspicious' and i was like 'ok u guys were literally just staring at me' cause they WERE and roommate was actually really nicely like 'oh no you're okay' and generally was just kind of inserting into our convo which well i had fun with naturally. um anyway and then who comes running up but teko! our buddy teko. and sams like have yall met and im like Of course and teko gives me a hug and i cant lie it was actually so sweet. i am also extremely touch starved but it was a nice hug. anyway. then i had to help roommate pick shoes alongside teko's fit and then i was like um Ok Bye. when i got back in the car lydia was like so i saw a neon sweatshirt... and i was like yeah <3 that's my man <3 sorry ok vibes get worse as the night comes

me and lydia end up getting to sam's late to 'pregame' this show and ig it was supposed be like. it was encouraged to dress formally. and i was wearing a dress that was too small and my chappell red tights and docs. kind of a serve but me and lydia were serving much more valentines day than formal. anyway. roommate does swing around to be like hi! and THEN i see my girl chloe i looooove her shes so fuckin funny and weird and we made this weird little short together in class last semester and i was kinda intimidated by her so i was so happy shocked when she was like I was so excited to see u :D WEEE shes so cool guys and has the funniest fuckin laugh and well honestly the high points of the night were us and lydia fucking around and dancing and being weird and offputting wallflowers cause again this thing SUCKED. ok

we did also smoke beforehand and i accidentally took this huge hit and then thought id be fine w a little more but brother was i feeling funny. did not eat enough and didnt take water it was atrocious. so. we get there and let me tell you if I WAS WORKING i'd have been able to fix the fact that it was soooooooooo fucking loud in there like bad bad bad audio distortion etc i wanted to kick this dude off the mixer but like what ever... it hurt so bad. and the lights were mostly on until chloe and sam duped this guy into dimming some of them but even still it was giving middle school dance. without the fun cheesy music. some of my instagram gay people are there. um but sorry there was simply no way i was going near that dance floor like the bands lowkey highkey sucked (i mean it was just a bunch of white college dudes and they did not slay. shocker. sam kept being like 'they're so good' and we were like um haha... straight face emoji)

we acc disappeared for a while to another floor for the br and just chilled for like half an hour (and security came to find us lmfaooo but ended up just leaving) and i was feeling odd and out of body and too aware of how i looked and it was just not great i was like we're the only bitches serving cunt here... um. anywho. so like later theres a slow dance and roommate is dancing with this other girl i only know from instagram till this point and i suppose if i was really feeling myself i could have tried to make a move but i was not. once again. vile vibes in this place. like i dont mean to be a pussy i typically would be much more charming and fun if i wanted to flirt and kinda felt the vibe from them but i was not really enjoying myself LMAO

then some more of the friend group shows up at the end and sam's like 'drama is actively going down' and im like Wuhhhh the fuck and i feel like a few of them r looking at me and i was just like get me OUT of here but for some fuck ass reason was still like nooooo we should go over and have pizza w sam and them. forgive me for thinking they had like frozen pizza or smth and i could get some free food out of this no we had to sit there and wait for dominos or whatever

AND THE MOST ANNOOOOOOOOOOOYING AWFUL TERRIBLE GROSS MEN YOUVE EVER MET SAT THERE AND JOINED THE BRIEF SMOKE CIRCLE AND THEN WERE JUST THERE AND LIKE YOU COULD JUST FEEL THEM TAKING UP SPACE AND US 'GIRLS' WERE MADE TO FEEL SO SMALL ON THE FUCKING COUCH I WAS SOOOOOOOO TIRED. had to get a sweater cause i felt so uncomfortable. girl i really was only there in case i could have a saving grace moment with roommate im so serious. well and for chloe but otherwise me and lydia shoulda been outta there

literally chloe was so excited to show our little video to people and sam cut us off from getting there to show us the fucking fidget spinner game he has on his tv. girl get out! oh my fucking god. finally lydias like Cool anyway so - like sams misogyny jumped out in previously unprecedented ways. it was bad. these boys were truly making me want to kill myself im sorry like it was so bad i have curated my experience so as to be away from that for so long it was really jarring. and what you need to understand about sam is that he's almost died twice and kind of has a funny little gender vibe going on and so for a while now yeah we've gotten along through silly odd things we relate through but holy shit....... that was so offputting i cant even wrap my brain around it

also sam very much walked me into like yaoi-fying him and his best friend and then was like haha noooo why r u calling us gay ur so weird bitch just fuck him already im tired and also dont care.. hes so attention seeking and not used to um not being the center of attention. sorry! oopsies anyway so

so then im like ew like i kinda need to reassess um. the people im around. and again cant stress enough how gross and judged and just kinda old i felt surrounded by these ppl even tho theyre all like within a year of age? and like roommate still seems maybe cool but since we didnt actually talk and they were off w the other roommate/other ppl i cant help but associate them w the odd vibes but like. honestly idk i might just try to uh slide into their dms rlly casually. bc. well idk how the friend group is fracturing and it wouldnt surprise me if they were annoyed with sam esp living with him but obv i dont really know. but again let me stress this friend group has been friends since their freshman year like what r yall doing yeah u do need to break up....

so i figure since they're hot (and kinda tiny i cant tell if they're shorter than me or just right around my height) (but also they kind of scared me by giving Instagram face while posing for a pic last night i cant do any more people giving off dorian gray rn. but i was also under the influence so um that didnt help) i could just yeah be brave see how it goes and worst case scenario it's not a vibe yk. and best case scenario i get to hang w them and teko. teko so gives francis. anyway

OH also sam and the friends insisted on listening to this ai generated… thing like idk guys i think i was in hell fr

also had several men yell out of their cars at me and staring at me as we walked to the bus stop :/ so men really do ruin everything btw

um. so. that was the night! thx for reading if u did. i am excited to be around other fun silly cool queer people god bless fuck these people

#abby talks

[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... JeanLuc

One of the few straight ships that actually makes me cry bc of the angst around them. I've been thinking about them since yesterday but I couldn't write it down cuz i fell asleep lol. Enjoy~

Modern AU

Straight ship (if you dont like, scroll pass, tnx <3)

JeanLuc

kinda longer than my usual cuz i cant control myself

probably has typos and grammatical errors since i didnt check--

Jean and Diluc are coworkers (Jean as CEO and Diluc as her PA). Diluc was supposed to be CEO but he refused the offer when his father, Crepus died and his brother, Kaeya went MIA. Everyone thought that they did not get along well since Diluc speaks bluntly and is often misinterpreted as rude while Jean, although she’s strict, has a more gentle aura around her. Both of them are pretty much the talk of the town (office??) since they are both good looking. Jean’s toned body (thanks to pilates) and Diluc’s buff structure and "mysterious" background that makes every woman (and some men) in the office swoon.

EVERYONE talks about wanting to either sleep with them or date them, there's no in between. But what the office doesn't know is that they're married and have been for 5 years. Only their close friends and family knew of their union. They didn't wear their wedding rings because it was 2 sizes small (thanks to their musician friend) so instead they wore it around their necks. Also, Jean just kept her maiden name and Diluc, although he did try to talk her out of the idea, accepted her decision.

However, one day Jean overheard Donna say that she will ask Diluc out again during the end of the year ball. Normally Jean wouldn't be surprised by this but this was DONNA and that woman keeps on bugging her husband despite him politely rejecting her multiple times.

This caused Jean to be out of it which did not go unnoticed by Diluc, so he decided to confront her about it when he handed her her 5th coffee of the day. Jean confessed to him about Donna’s plan and Diluc just told her not to worry about Donna and that he’ll handle it when it happens. And, of course, Jean trusts her man so much it's sort of amazing (absolutely ridiculous as Lisa told her).

On the night of the ball, Donna approached Diluc and asked to speak with him alone at the balcony. Jean and Diluc locked eyes before Jean discreetly waved him off as she spoke with Eula. Around 10 minutes have passed and she still hasn't spotted Diluc. So she went off to the balcony and as soon as she arrived there, Jean saw that Donna lunged forward to kiss Diluc and had sadly succeeded. Just as Jean was about to angrily march at Donna, Diluc pushed the woman away firmly.

“I already told you I’m married and you need to stop this nonsense” he enunciated firmly. “I don’t see a ring on your finger! Please Diluc, stop resisting and lying to me,” Donna desperately wailed as she gripped his arm tight. “My wife would not take this action lightly anymore if you keep this up,” Diluc, once again, remarks harshly. Donna scoffed and then smirked, “She’s not even here. What are you gonna do? FaceTime her? I know you only have like 10 contacts there and none of them are of your wife’s!”

Jean decided to step up, “Actually, she’s gonna file a harassment report to the HR and put you under investigation.” she sharply denoted as she walked towards them. Her heels tapping against the tiled floor loudly despite the party ongoing inside. “I’d love it if you back away from my husband, Donna. I have tolerated you long enough because you are an excellent worker. However, my patience for you has become too thin for my liking and this is the last straw.” jean disclosed as she crossed her arms with her chin up. Donna looked at the both of them back and forth with her mouth opening and closing, resembling a fish, before she excused herself and left the two of them alone.

Diluc smirked at his wife, “well that confrontation took you 7 years,” he teased her "A bit earlier than I anticipated." Diluc chuckled. Jean blushed and looked away, “It's because I trusted your judgement and knew you are capable of handling this kind of situation. But today…. I’ve had enough.” Diluc held her hand and kissed her knuckles, staring at her blue eyes the entire time. “Does this mean that it’s time to let the company know?”

Jean bites her lip before nodding, “I would feel better if we did, yes.” Diluc chuckled at her before tidying his suit, “I believe I deserve some sort of reward for tonight’s hard work. I had to deal with that for what felt like an hour—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jean grabs his face and kisses him. “the audience be damned” was the last thought diluc had before kissing her back.

Because tonight, he will be giving all his attention to his wife only.

"Also, I'm beginning to wonder what name you put under my number since Donna said--"

"A-ah well..."

(T'was Dandelion Tights)

#genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact jean #completely forgot to post this #daily brainrot #omg straight ship #jeanluc #diluc x jean #diluc ragnvindr #jean gunnhildr

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As you might have gathered from my frenzied posts yesterday, ya girl saw the Mario Movie for the second time on Thursday, and I have some additional thoughts! I already rambled on about the brothers' reunion AT LENGTH but let's actually talk about some other things (but also still a LITTLE BIT about that here too because I literally cannot be stopped).

Most importantly, I feel like I have had a big change of heart about the movie - in a good way! :)

So I had bought this Thursday ticket first before I made the really impulsive decision to go to a midnight showing on Tuesday, and I kept the ticket because I wanted to see what I would think a second time (and there were obviously some favorite moments that I really wanted to watch again). But I came out of the first showing so conflicted that I was like: "Am I even going to have that much fun at a second showing? Will I be a little bored sometimes?" (Plus, I was having the worst headache yesterday and just not in the best mood in general lolol)

And it was so, so MAGICAL

I think my first viewing experience was weird because 1) I was anxious and way overhyped 2) It was late at night and I was TIRED and 3) I found myself SO distracted throughout the movie because my brain was busy trying to redefine expectations as things went on, to the point that the whole end battle was extremely fuzzy to me because it was just SO DIFFERENT from what I'd been thinking it would be and my sleepy brain didn't know how to reconcile it. This time, I went in knowing exactly what the movie was going to be and what I could expect, and I just??? had the best time imaginable??? I was SO happy the whole way through?????? Literally enthralled and delighted and smiling to the point that my face hurt all over again???

Like, just to be clear, the problems I've already gone on about are still problems at the end of the day -- but truthfully, I care about them a lot less now. At the end of the day, this movie is beautiful, has heart, and keeps you interested, and just having gotten that out of a mario movie after all this time is really special to me. I do genuinely think that if you felt conflicted and disappointed after your first viewing, you should watch the movie again and see how you feel a second time around, because shedding all those expectations and going in without all that hanging over me just made for an absolutely wonderful experience that I'll remember for a long time!

Part of that too is the crowd I saw it with! At my midnight screening, there were obviously no kids and everyone was a little subdued. This time, there was a good number of kids, and man, they were having such a good time. The dad/daughter duo sitting beside me laughed SO many times and it was delightful (she was SO excited at the Mario Kart stuff).

And there was APPLAUSE at the end! That by itself is always a magical experience to me at the movies when people clap at the end because it's just such a pure expression of happiness (since there's no live performance and the clapping is to no one's benefit, lol). And then as I was walking out, there were these little boys excitedly talking about how the movie was a "5/5!!!" for them and....man, I don't know. The universe likes to give gentle reminders that sometimes things are just Not That Deep and it's okay to be a little less cynical and a little more generous. (But I will still complain a LITTLE below, haha.)

ANYWAY, THAT'S ENOUGH MUSING, HERE ARE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS:

The significance of the Nintendo logo sequence being retro Mario and Luigi together at the very beginning :) :) :)

Didn't even realize the first time that Mario doesn't just instinctively stick his arm out in front of Luigi protectively during the dog scene, he ALSO does it when Spike stands up from the table, even though Spike's only focused on Mario at that point!!!! Something I really wanted from the Brooklyn scenes was to see that protectiveness and care in Mario's body language for Luigi right from the start, and they do SUCH a good job at that, like more than I could have hoped for. It's a reflex for him! When there's even the slightest whiff of danger, you can see Mario's thought process go straight to "keep Luigi behind me, make sure he stays safe" and I loveeee

Luigi is such a mama's boy! ❤️❤️❤️ Bragging about her liking their commercial so genuinely! They also have a cute, subtle moment when he's trying to get some food at the dinner table and everyone's talking over him/not listening but his mom brings him a bowl and gives him a little, soft pat on the shoulder, it is adorable.

(Also Luigi getting swept up in the moment and dropping the "mic" but it's his phone and he breaks it continues to be just...such a good character moment. He is so wonderful throughout the beginning of the movie and I just want so much more of him in the sequel, please ;; )

JUST THE FAMILY STUFF IN GENERAL IS GOOD AND SURPRISINGLY SUBTLE AND REALISTIC????

Like, they could have gone REALLY broad with it and just made their parents horrible people if they wanted to do a "Mario has Dad Issues" plot but like, it's very clear that there's a LOT of love and care in that household! Along with a healthy dose of dysfunction, of course, but that's every family, haha. And honestly, their dad reminds me of my dad, who is a wonderful person BUT can also make really insensitive comments without realizing or just simply be really judgmental if one of his kids makes a choice he wouldn't personally make. It's still weird that they actually have a big family in this version of canon (if they live in the Mushroom Kingdom at the end of the movie, do they still go back and visit home all the time? Is it tough to be literally a world away from your parents??? I AM INTRIGUED BY THAT) but I can get behind it, haha.

In one of my other posts, I wrote that it looked like Mario and Luigi were the babies of the family, but there actually is a much younger kid at the dinner table, I realized - i think it's a little girl in a baseball cap who's maybe 7 or 8? Probably their cousin? She seemed very, VERY bored with everything going on. Also, for a split-second at the end, you can see her recording what's happening with her phone/taking a selfie XD I want to know more about this mystery kid and Mario and Luigi's relationship with them, haha.

Also, to go back a little, that construction site parkour scene had a lot more to it than I remembered! Mario doesn't just open the gates for Luigi - he also knocks down a ladder for him, throws down a piece of material for him to be able to run over a gap, and I think some other things too. Back to my original point about how no matter what's going on or how caught up he is, what his brother needs is always such a critical part of his thought process ❤️

I LOVED THE MARIO AND PEACH STUFF SO MUCH MORE THIS TIME???? There still isn't enough by far, but I was just so much fonder of their little moments. The "you're just trying to make me feel better" "is it working?" "a little, yeah" exchange was CUTE. Also, I kind of adore that Mario improves but doesn't ACTUALLY finish the training course (which feels realistic in such a short timeframe) but Peach sees that he's really trying and that's all she needed to know, that he was serious and had the determination to give it his all. :)

ALSO I love when Mario looks very nervous right before his fight with DK but he and Peach lock eyes and she gives him a determined smile and nod and that helps him.

(ALSO x 2, when Bowser breaks out of the ice at the wedding, Mario and Peach are holding hands very sweetly!!! I want to know what they were saying to each other at that point! She was probably SO relieved to see that he was alive and all right, ahhhh)

PEACH'S WEDDING DRESS IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING, MAYBE A CONTROVERSIAL OPINION BUT THE ODYSSEY DRESS COULD NEVER!!!

I have ALWAYS loved the idea of Peach's eventual wedding dress having pink elements throughout (even in the veil!!) because it's her signature and this dress DID and I was so endlessly delighted, can't WAIT to see all the details more in super high quality screenshots

ALSO THE WEDDING SCENE IS GENERAL IS SO GOOD??? I TRULY THINK THE WAY THEY STRUCTURED THIS SCENE AND PEACH'S CAPTURE WAS INCREDIBLY SMART???

I knew it was basically a foregone conclusion that Peach would be taken captive at some point because that is SO iconic, but I truly thought they would play it out more traditionally where Mario comes to her rescue. And the fact that they don't even go NEAR that idea, Mario doesn't even KNOW anything about what's going on her and she's on her own with Toad, and she just!!! handles the situation!!! she takes Bowser out (temporarily) and does everything she can to save the prisoners and I just loved that they were able to have it both ways while still letting her be TRULY badass instead of just paying lip service to the idea without ever following through

THE FINAL BATTLE IN BROOKLYN...HIT SO MUCH HARDER FOR ME THIS TIME...AND NOW I LOVE IT

I was just so bewildered the first time I saw the movie by the twist but this time, i was 100% IN THE MOMENT and let me tell you, Mario being all bruised and scared and then seeing himself and Luigi on the cracked television...my goodness, I genuinely teared up. I'm tearing up now thinking about it!!

IN GENERAL: THE WAY THEY BALANCE BOWSER'S HUMOR WITH SOME EXTREMELY MENACING, SCARY STUFF IS SO GOOD

I love that you're laughing at him and then suddenly, he just does something CRUEL and TERRIFYING and ESSENTIALLY PSYCHOPATHIC (even the little things like intentionally crushing Kamek's hands in the piano and making him keep them there!!) and you're scared of all him all over again

I know, I know, I already spoke about Mario and Luigi's reunion AT LENGTH, but I got one more thing -> it is genuinely SUCH a relief that Illumination did not go for the cheap "wow how embarrassing when men show emotion!" joke. in fact, not only did they avoid any joke like that, they went as far in the other direction as I think you could possibly go????? Like, seriously, I wanted FEELINGS here and the fact that it even blew ME away how tender and loving their whole exchange is really says something!!! I WILL LITERALLY TALK ABOUT THE FACE HOLDING AND THE FOREHEAD TOUCHING FOREVER, THEY ARE THE SWEETEST BROTHERS OF ALL TIIIME

Finally, I am STUPID because I genuinely walked away from the movie the first time with the impression that the worlds were permanently merged together at the end??? But after reading other people's summations of the ending, that's clearly not the case and Mario and Luigi just live in the Mushroom Kingdom now, whoops, haha. (I would be interested to know how far in the future that scene is!! I assume it would take some time to make that decision and that they weren't like "yeah, let's just immediately leave behind everything we've ever known and our whole family for a place we've spent a couple of days in" lol)

And also a quick list of some things that I'm still annoyed about because, well, it can't ALL be good:

The 80's music didn't bother me originally BUT it's starting to come to light now that the soundtrack is out that there are full, finished, AMAZING tracks that just aren't in the movie and it's pretty clear they sync up really well with those scenes???? SO IT DEFINITELY SEEMS LIKE THE ORIGINAL INTENTION WAS TO NOT HAVE ANY OUTSIDE MUSIC BUT SOMEONE HIGHER UP DID SOME MEDDLING AND GOT THEM ADDED AND THAT IS INFURIATING. And you can totally tell!!! WE NEED A VERSION OF THE MOVIE WITH ALL THE ORIGINAL TRACKS PUT BACK IN FOR SURE

It continues to feel like there are whole scenes/parts of scenes just missing from the movie! FOR INSTANCE: it seems like a MAJOR plothole that Toad was captured alongside Peach but then he's just...walking around freely? Able to get her a bouquet with the ice flower??? I feel like something was missed there. I really do wonder if there's like 10-20 minutes of footage/potential footage that was mercilessly cut for time. Will we ever see some of it (maybe on the blu-ray)? Will it be lost to time/Nintendo's vault forever? SOMEONE LEAK THE FORBIDDEN SCENES :(

Speaking of, RIP "I'm not afraid! I'll do anything for my brother!" I WILL ALWAYS MOURN YOU AND LOVE YOU AND WONDER WHEN YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN SAID IN THE MOVIE

Guys. The slow motion. WE GET IT. It's funny the first couple of times, but by the fifth time, it's SO OLD.

Also, I continue to desperately wish that the Luigi rescue at the end felt more earned. It's SO good but it needs one more beat! One more realization! One more character moment! SOMETHING! :( :( :( :(

I had ANOTHER idea about how they could have sold this more and even tied it back to an earlier moment in the movie. When the scene cuts to Luigi in the dumpster watching Mario fight, frame what he's seeing so that it reminds him of being babies on the playground again, but now Mario's where Luigi was!!! And Bowser's the bully!!! And his brother needs him just as much as Luigi needed Mario back then!!!! You wouldn't even need any dialogue - just let the shot LINGER on Luigi and give us a tiny bit of that flashback intercut one more time alongside his changing expressions! It would be SO simple but I think it'd be effective AND give that earlier flashback more reason to be there in the first place (as adorable as it is).

OK I'VE TALKED ENOUGH

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #i'm seeing the movie again on saturday night :) #but this time with other people so i gotta be way more normal about it lolol #GOODNESS WHY IS THIS POST SO LONG I'M SORRY I CAN'T SHUT UP #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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Savage Love Chapter 26: Squid Whiskey

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R         

Warnings: Mature themes

Song Inspirations: I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick and Don't Stop Believing by Journey.

Huge shout out too @nestledonthaveone for pushing me to write a fic with Drake as a drummer since forever lol, sending me song ideas and picture inspirations forever.

Word Count: 3,329

My other stuff: Master List.

We had the answers we’d gone to Auvernall to get. All of the ones that existed anyway. I was anxious to get back to Cordonia, to follow up on the missing Rys sibling, to get back to taking down the Via Imperii, and to get back to doing what, and who, I wanted when I wanted.

But a promise was a promise. We had one charity variety show to save first.

I spent the day with Liv and Savannah sightseeing and having lunch followed by an afternoon at the spa.

Since I was stuck in Auvernall for an extra day with nothing productive to do anyway, might as well enjoy it.

We were well into the middle of a pedicure when Savannah decided to give me the third degree. I was trapped in that chair, and she knew it.

“I like you, Riley.” The words were nice, but her tone conveyed something different.

“Okay…”

Olivia’s head snapped toward us with interest.

“I’ve never seen my brother like this over a woman before. He’s in deep.” It sounded like an accusation.

“I like your brother, Sav. A lot.” I responded carefully.

“It sure seemed that way at the bar the other night.” She agreed.

I waited. There was obviously something else.

“But am I wrong that there is a strong vibe between you and Liam?”

And there it was.

I arched an eyebrow at her, “Are you asking me what my intentions are with your brother?”

Olivia cackled. I could see where the thought of Drake needing protection from a woman was amusing. From what I’d heard from others, and even from himself, it was generally the other way around.

But I couldn’t deny that this was different. His heart was involved. I could tell.

I could tell.

And wasn’t that the crux of the problem right there? I knew him. I knew him on a deeper level than I had ever anticipated, or wanted, or intended.

Liam too.

Shit.

Savannah didn’t flinch at Liv’s laughter. She returned my gaze with the same steadiness I’d seen a million times in Drake. “Yes, I am.”

I sighed.

Fuck my life.

“Drake and Liam are both grown-ass men, Sav,” Olivia said, “Why don’t you let the three of them work that out?”

“Thank you,” I told Olivia, then to Savannah, “But I understand the sibling protectiveness. I had to talk Drake down off a ledge yesterday over Bertrand. What’s up with that?”

Savannah flushed, “We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now. I think it’s getting serious.”

“Really?” Olivia asked doubtfully.

“Yes!” Savannah tossed her hair back as she spat, “Just because I’m not from the nobility-“

“Oh, good lord, Sav, it’s not that!” Olivia scoffed, “I was wondering what you see in him! He’s a bit of a stick in the mud, don’t you think?”

“What?” Savannah seemed genuinely surprised, “He has an amazing, dry sense of humor and he’s so smart, he knows so many things! He’s like a walking trivia game! And you should see him without his shirt!”

“Oh, no, thanks!” Olivia laughed, “I’ll have to take your word for it!”

Savannah was suitably distracted for the time being. I owed Liv one.

But just wait until Drake’s sister found out I was also a suitor for Leo. She was going to lose her mind. She might try to stab me. I made a mental note to watch my back around her.

I picked a shimmery gold dress for the variety show. It had a cowl neck and spaghetti straps that crisscrossed over my back. It hugged the curve of my ass and the skirt stopped midway to my knees. No bra and no panties because damn if I was ruining it with panty lines. A pair of glittery metallic stilettos completed the look.

The event in question was a thousand dollar a plate dinner and variety show. There was a comedian, a magician, clog dancers, and several other acts before the finale. Squid Whiskey was performing last, a four-song set. They had been rehearsing for two days.

 Sav, Liv, and I would stay backstage, the dresses were for the afterparty.

Max had insisted we go.

We met the guys in the green room, where a table full of food had been set up for the performers and staff.

I already knew I looked good; the mirror had told me that and the turned heads as we made our way through the building were satisfying but the real payoff happened in the green room.

Drake saw me first. Our eyes met as I went through the door. He had been laughing at something one of the guys had said as his head turned toward me. His body froze as his eyes slid down my body and back up.

“You okay there?” Leo slapped him on the back and Drake fumbled the food that had been halfway to his mouth, dropping it onto the floor.

Drake still hadn’t spoken, and I was definitely feeling myself when Liam’s voice got my attention, “Riley!”

I turned my guaranteed to knock the socks off of them smile on him.

Listen. Don’t judge me. These two had been mercilessly tormenting me for days. Maybe not on purpose. But still.

Revenge is sweet. So very, very sweet.   

Liam literally tripped over his own two feet as he made his way across the room to me, “You….look….amazing! I mean… you always do! But that dress….”

I felt things low in my body tighten as he took my hand in his and kissed it.

Heat flared everywhere our skin touched and his lips left tiny pools of lava on my flesh.

I glanced over at Drake who shook his head as if to knock cobwebs out of it and then walked away while Leo was in the middle of saying something to him.

“Really, man?” Leo asked, throwing his hands out in front of him.

Liam had me wrapped in a hug when Drake made it to my side, “Hey, Brooks.”

I stepped out of Liam’s embrace and into Drake’s. “Hey yourself, Walker.”

“Damn,” he whispered in my ear as he hugged me, “are you trying to kill me with that dress?”

“Obviously,” I smirked at him as I stepped away.

Leo, Max, and Bertrand had made their way over to greet everyone. Drake didn’t even glower when Bertrand hugged his sister.

“We should move out of the doorway,” I suggested as one of the clog dancers tried to squeeze past us.

Our little group congregated in a corner, eating, drinking, and laughing as the guys regaled us with stories of their college boy band days.

“This must be the origin of your man whore reputation,” Olivia said to Leo.

Drake laughed, “He never went home alone after a gig, I’ll tell you that!”

“I’ll bet you all could say that!” I asserted.

“You would be wrong,” Liam told me, “I was more…discerning than these guys.”

“More lame, you mean!” Max chortled, “Even Bert got more tail than you did!”

“Excuse you,” Bertrand shot his brother a disapproving look, “I don’t think Savannah cares to hear-“

“Oh, yeah, Savannah does!” She put one arm on his shoulder and leaned on him as she pointed with her drink at Max, “Tell me everything!”

Pink rushed across his face as Bertrand gave Max a death glare, “Not if you value your life!”

“What was that?” Max cupped his ear as if listening to someone then walked away, calling over his shoulder, “I think that blond in the corner is calling me! Sorry guys, bye!”

Laughing, I asked Drake, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Did you get a lot of girls in college?”

“I had my fair share, but not after playing a set,” Drake answered.

“Why not?” I was genuinely curious. Drake was hot as hell, there was no way he wasn’t pursued by all the screaming groupies.

“Well, the lead singer, that’s Liam, and the guitarists, Max and Leo there, they were right up front for all the screaming girls to see. Even Bertrand was visible. I was hidden behind my drum set and soaked in sweat before the whole thing was over.”

“So?” I lifted an eyebrow, “I like you soaked in sweat.”

He stopped with his beer halfway to his mouth, “Damn it, don’t say shit like that right before I have to go out on stage.”

“Why not?”

Leaning over so I only I could hear him, he asked, “Do you want me to have to go out there with a hard-on?”

“I mean maybe…”

“Anyway….” He made a point of shifting his body away from me as he finished his story, “After a set was over, these fuckers would take about five minutes putting their damn guitars in the cases and walk right off the stage into the hordes of horny women. Meanwhile, it took me forty-five minutes to break down my kit and three to four trips to the van to load it all up. By the time I got back, if there were any girls left hanging around, they’d say shit like, oh, you should have been here earlier, you missed the band, they were really good.”

I looked at him skeptically, “Are you telling me that you weren’t able to close the deal with the stragglers?” 

The rest of the group howled with laughter as shocked indignation crawled across Drake’s face, “What? No! That’s not what I…. you know what? You have a mean streak, Brooks, a real mean streak.”

“You like my mean streak.” I bumped my body into his.

He laughed as he slid one arm around my shoulders and tipped his drink up with the other, “That I do.”

“Should you be drinking before you perform?” I asked.

“It’s one beer, Brooks.” He shook his head, then he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “You of all people should know that one beer isn’t going to affect my performance.”

“Touché, Captain.”

Anita, the brunette woman from Dr. Boedecker’s office appeared in the green room signaling for Squid Whiskey to get ready. “Come on, I’ll show you to your dressing room!”

“We have to go now,” Drake removed his arm from my body with a good deal of regret.

“You’ll be backstage,” Anita told me, “Roland will show you where to go. You’ll be able to see everything from there.”

The young reddish blonde man we’d met the same day we’d met Anita ushered Sav, Liv, and me to a spot in the wings.

We watched the magician for about twenty minutes then the guys joined us.

Liam was dressed like a freaking rock star with a leather jacket and sunglasses. The guitar slung across his body completed the look.

“Damn.” I made a show of checking him out.

He blushed a little.

Why did that turn me on so much? He was just so goddamn pure.

“Like what you see?” He held his arms out to the side and did a slow turn.

“Yes!” I told him as I applauded, “You’re hot, Liam!”

“Glad you think so.” He moved the guitar around to his backside so he could pull me into his body, “Can I have a kiss for good luck?”

“How could I deny that request?”

I was expecting a quick, and socially appropriate, peck on the cheek. But what I got was pulled into his chest and kissed like he was leaving for war and didn’t know if he’d ever see me again.

I can’t say that I was displeased with that turn of events. It was a toe-curling kiss.

Fuck I needed to get laid. And soon.

My fingers covered my lips as I watched him walk out onto the stage.

“If you’re done drooling all over Liam, can I get in on this action?” Drake’s voice rumbled from behind us.

I spun around to take in his simple Cheap Trick t-shirt and ripped jeans. He looked better than anyone had any right to look in a damn t-shirt and pair of jeans. “Damn, Walker. You’re looking pretty damn good yourself!”

“Nobody looks as good as you though,” he said softly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

His thumb traced down the side of my face and the look he gave me made my stomach do flip flops. His eyes were soft with unspoken emotion as he placed a finger under my chin and tipped my head back.

“There are things I want to say that I just can’t seem to find the words for,” he told me.

Before I could respond, his lips brushed across mine with such tenderness that it took my breath away.

“What was-“

“Hey,” He said with a sudden grin, “I picked the first song. It’s for you!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” He twirled a drumstick in his right hand then turned and damn near skipped out onto the stage.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

I turned toward Savannah in surprise, “What will you be damned about?”

“My brother. He just straight-up watched you kiss Liam and didn’t bat an eye!” She replied.

“Yeah,” Liv supplied, “And then he kissed her too! Damn girl, what kind of spell did you cast on those boys?”

“I have no idea, this is kind of a new thing,” I replied.

“But haven’t you been seeing my brother for a couple of months?” Savannah asked.

“And the thing with Liam, that’s been going on for a while too, hasn’t it?” Liv added.

“That’s not what I meant…. Never mind,” I responded.

The blatantly touching and kissing me in public, in front of each other, that part was new.

If anyone thought I was going to say or do anything to discourage it, they were sorely mistaken. I was not going to complain if both of the ridiculously sexy men that I was currently sleeping with wanted to kiss me back to back. It actually opened up some pretty intriguing possibilities that I was more than willing to explore.

I turned my attention to the stage as the first notes of Cheap Trick’s “I Want You To Want Me” filtered backstage.

I couldn’t hide the smile that stretched across my face. It fit his personality perfectly. Drake Walker wasn’t a sappy love song kind of guy.

But it was a love song.

I pushed that thought out of my mind as my foot started tapping along to the rhythm.

I know I’ve said it before, but I’m saying it again. You don’t really appreciate the physicality of drumming until you see it up close and personal.

Drake was right about being hidden behind the drum set. The audience focuses on the guitarists and the singers because that’s whom they see.  

But when you do actually see a drummer doing their thing, well, it’s hot as fucking hell is what it is.

I was mesmerized watching him play. From my position in the wings, I could see him clearly, drumsticks flying, muscles rippling, his body a flurry of motion as he played, sweat dripping from the hair that fell across his face. The vibration from the percussion instruments washed through my body, accelerating my heart rate and making me want to dance.

As the song ended he threw a quick glance my way. I gave him two thumbs up and a smile that threatened to reach my ears. He smiled back and tossed a spinning drumstick into the air then caught it again before they moved on to the next song.

They played “Come Together” by the Beatles and “We Will Rock You” by Queen.

My attention darted back and forth between Drake and Liam as they played. Liam, Max, and Leo all had good stage presence, but Liam was the only one of the three that I was interested in.

He was wearing skin-tight leather pants to match the jacket and the way he swayed to the music while strumming the guitar and leaning into the microphone had me ready to pass out.

I suddenly understood why women at concerts throw their panties onto the stage.

In no time at all, they were announcing the final song.

“This last song goes out to the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Liam said into the microphone as he glanced backstage, “Brooklyn, this one’s for you!”

Olivia elbowed me in the side with a smirk as Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” started.

My stupid, traitorous fucking heart melted.

It was kind of our song.

The one we danced to the night we met. The one his nickname Detroit came from.

He was totally trying to remind me of that night, and it was totally working.

Memories spun through my head.

The first time I saw him….

I glanced up in annoyance then my breath caught in my chest. Holy mother of God this man was gorgeous!

The first time we danced together…

We danced to Don’t Stop Believing by Journey, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, our hips pressed together as we swayed back and forth. His eyes ran down to my lips and lower then he cleared his throat and pulled me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of mine.

The first time we kissed….

I decided to kiss him. On the ferry, under the moonlight, it was romantic as hell, not gonna lie.

The first time I’d taken off my clothes for him…

I swayed my hips and started doing a little strip tease. He froze, leg in the air, one shoe off, one shoe on, mouth hanging open as I peeled the dress off my body.

The awe in his voice afterward….

“That was amazing, you’re amazing! Thank you for the most amazing night of my life!”

And the sadness I’d seen in him that night….

Several emotions slid through his eyes, but his only response was to whisper, “Spend the night? Sleep with me?”

I now knew why he hadn’t been able to tell me who he was. I hadn’t cared at the time, I’d had my own secrets to keep.

The song finished to uproarious applause. The crowd was on their feet.

Olivia and Savannah were jumping up and down and clapping. I joined them in the clapping.

Drake was off the stage first. He just dropped the drumsticks and walked off while Liam and the rest of the guys were waving to the audience.

His shirt was soaked with sweat. His hair was wet with it. He strode off the stage with purpose and made a beeline straight for me.

He took my face in his hands and delivered a crushing kiss. I tried to move closer but he pushed me back as he broke the kiss, “That dress is too nice for me to cover it with my sweat, but believe me, I want to do so much more than kiss you. I’m going to take a shower now. I’ll see you at the after-party and if there’s a God, I’ll have that dress off you by the end of the night.”

I was regretting my choice to forego underwear as I felt a gush of wetness between my legs.

Before I had recovered from that, Liam had me in his arms spinning me around with a laugh. “Woo hoo! I had forgotten how much fun that was!”

I laughed as he sat me back on the ground. Leo and Liv were making out and Savannah was hugging Bertrand.

“Fuck this,” Max said to no one in particular, “I need to get to that after party, see you bitches later!”

“Go, we’ll meet you there!” Liam told him as he slid an arm around me, “I’m going to go shower and change. See you there?”

“Yep.” I agreed.

“What the hell are you going to do?” Olivia asked me once the guys had all disappeared.

“I have no idea,” I answered truthfully, “None at all.”

Lead vocals/rhythm guitar: Liam Rys

Lead guitar/backup vocals: Maxwell Beaumont

Bass guitar/backup vocals: Leo Rys

Keyboard/backup vocals: Bertrand Beaumont

Drums: Drake Walker

#savage love #angelasscribbles #trr au #trr poly #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker #liam rys #agent riley brooks

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Seto Kaiba pre-relationship headcanons

Content: SETOOOOOOO <3

Warnings: Some cussing I think, mentions of kidnapping

Notes: I have COVID (I feel okay dw) so I'm gonna be writing a lot lol. I literally wrote this just to talk about Kaiba. I've loved this man since I was like 10 <3

Edit 5/19/22: Part 2 here

~*~*~*

Okay. OKAY.

I've fantasized about SO MANY WAYS I'd capture this mans attention, so I GOTCHU

You were friends with Yugi, Tea, Joey n all them and you were pretty nice. Mokuba needed a babysitter and Seto doesn't trust like, anybody since Mokuba gets kidnapped all the damn time (rip Mokuba)

Mokuba mentioned to Seto about how you complained about your "shitty" job you currently had, and were looking for a new one. Seto hated the idea at first, but Mokuba reminded him that you and the others had helped Seto save him multiple times, so you could be trusted

Seto, in his...weird way...approaches you. Menacingly. At your fucking job.

Face devoid of emotion, he approaches you with a suitcase in hand, two security guards behind him, everyone begins to whisper as he locks eyes with you and stands in front of you. "(Y/n)." he says.

"Uh...hey, Kaiba, what can I do for you today?" You say, a bit surprised if anything.

"I need you to babysit Mokuba."

"Right now? Kaiba, I'm kinda at wor-"

"Quit your job. I'll hire you right now."

Your manager is dumbfounded in the background.

"Uh...alright, sure!"

Mokuba is too old to have a babysitter, but Seto doesn't think so. So, Mokuba is actually pretty fun to babysit.

Mokuba wants to play a bunch, but can also handle being on his own if he wants to. You both scroll through your phones and share Tik Toks, look through Instagram, troll Kaiba's comments on social media, play video games on the TV, watch shows together, it's a real fun time

Best job ever tbh

Seto's just glad someone was watching his brother. He came home late on night, and saw you cleaning up the kitchen.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, welcome home, Kaiba. Me and Mokuba made a cake earlier and made a mess. I'm cleaning it up now."

"Where's Mokuba?"

"In bed, asleep. Don't worry, I had him shower and everything before bed so he's not messing up the sheets."

Seto huffs. "But it's the maids job to clean."

"Yeah, but, I thought it'd be nice to make her job a little easier." You shrug.

"Why didn't you just call a baker?" Seto asked, setting his stuff down on the now clean counter.

"Because me and Mokuba thought it'd be fun to do it ourselves, and we were right." You beamed up at him.

He kept quiet until you were done cleaning. You then turned to him with a tired smile.

"Thank you for this job, Kaiba."

"...You're welcome." He'd nod to you. "Even if you are part of the geek squad."

You laugh. "Yeah, yeah..." you yawn. "It's getting late. I'm gonna head home. I'll be back after school tomorrow, 'kay?"

It was around midnight. Seto didn't like the idea of you walking home alone. "I'll give you a ride."

"No, no, you look exhausted Kaiba. I'll be okay. Yugi's place is closer, I'll probably just crash there-"

"No. I'll give you a ride." he stands.

"Kaiba, seriously, it's okay." You give him a soft smile. "You look really tired, please, just go sleep. I'll be fine."

"Then spend the night here." He says.

You're taken aback. "W...what?"

"You heard me. We have plenty of guest rooms."

"Kaiba, I...I don't have anything to change in to. I don't have my school uniform-"

"Better wake up early, then." Seto ushers you out of the kitchen and shows you the guest room.

You slept great that night, but unfortunately were almost late for school. You had a bit of dried flour leftover on your cheek, and your friends noticed.

"Hey, (Y/n), why do you have flour on your cheek?" Yugi points out.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to wash it off after Kaiba's yesterday..."

"But wouldn't you have in the shower?" Tea asked.

"Oh, I didn't get to. I was almost late this morning cause I had to stop by my place and get my uniform."

"W-wait you mean you-?!" Joey exclaims before bursting out in laughter.

"Yes, Joey, I spent the night at Kaiba's..."

Tristan laughed with him, Tea and Yugi stood there dumbfounded.

Gonna make a part 2 cause this is getting pretty long <3

#seto kaiba x reader #yugioh #ygo #seto kaiba #seto kaiba x you

[bulkhummus]

I got into WTNV because of your cute fanarts and I wasn't expecting a funny story filled with existential dread and clever satire

So I wanted to say thank you! It's the perfect podcast and I love it so much yesterday I fell asleep while listening to it. When I woke up I was so confused lol

Anyway, what's your favorite thing about it?

First off, thank you! I’m so glad to connect with people about it even after all these years!

Sorry to get lengthy — but my favorite thing about the show is that it was what I needed as a kid to even be able to consider having the conversation with myself about my identity. About things I had felt and known but didn’t give words to. That was it’s power.

For context, google lgbtq+ timelines in 2012. A few major things were gay marriage was illegal in 2012 in the US— it wouldn’t become legal until 2015. It only just became illegal to discriminate on basis of sexuality and gender identity. You could only just legally serve openly in the US military. Being transgender only stopping being considered a mental illness in 2012. Keep in mind many of these milestones were state by state and with exceptions— Etc. etc.

The internet wasn’t what it is today— no men in make up making wonderful beauty tutorials, no openly gay singers cracking hilarious jokes on twitter and kissing at the grammys, etc. Zachary Qunito came out in 2009 and has spoken about how it effected his acting career. Chaz Bono’s transition was publicly mocked, ridiculed, and made a spectacle. There were kids in my grade that were bullied so bad for being gay/queer that we had to have half assed and uneducated seminars about it so teachers could turn a blind eye on the slurs in the hallway. Being called gay was a popular insult that held a lot of weight. Gay was a whispered word, a dirty word, lesbian felt like a brand when my brother called me it as a kid because I guess I said Peggy Carter was beautiful with a little too much feeling while Captain America was shirtless on screen. Mind you I live in a blue state. (mind you this still all happens today)

Welcome to Night Vale was the first thing I ever consumed as a kid where an openly gay person was the main character. I remember thinking ”Oh that’s it? And now onto the weather?” when I listened to it with my cousins in their basement. It felt like a secret— like a code — “oh you listen to wtnv? i love cecil” and because podcasts weren’t what they are today — it almost kind of was?

It was the first piece of media where a person being gay was not the focus of the story— there was no coming out, there was no internal struggle, there was no traumatizing outing scene, no monologue about being gay, no external questioning, nothing. Cecil Palmer was a well spoken, humorous, unsettling, radio host with flaws and extreme passions and he was unapologetically gay. in the very first episode. And not only that— his love interest loved him back. No one died. No one made fun of him for it, no one questioned him.

I kept expecting the other shoe to drop, and it never did.

I love wtnv, even through its flaws (because no one piece of media can be everything, because nothing can be everything, and representation doesn’t exist in a bubble) because it allowed me to question what I already knew about myself with such an assuredness and kindness I had never before been afforded, and to imagine a world where I can be who I am and tell people about it like I’m telling them about what I had for lunch and no one bats an eye. That sometimes the gorgeous person that walks in the door is not out of reach, and not an impossibility, because out there, and everywhere, there are people like me and its okay to assume they are, it isn’t stupid or naive or wrong.

And suddenly! I was googling! I was reading! I was talking to people online about Night Vale, and those conversations turned into conversations of queerness, and identity, and what proper representation should look like across the board, not just in queerness. How queerness, and the idea of it being a spectrum, is a mindset that should be applied in every area of life— delving into the gray area.

Not to get Sappy, but that is my favorite thing about Welcome to Night Vale, and it always will be. It was a home for me because of its people, of its community, because no matter how ridiculous and ironic things felt, how invasive and hurtful the people who are suppose to protect us made us feel, how much you might feel like a monster— there was a small desert community where the sun was hot, the moon was beautiful and mysterious lights passed over our heads as we all pretended to sleep.

#sorry this got long #i just love night vale #With my whole heart #Ask tag #wtnv

[golbrocklovely]

What happened yesterday (if it's not too personal to ask)? Not trying to be nosy or anything, just offering a sympathetic ear - or eyes, I guess- for venting.

i'll share a little bit just bc i need to talk to someone that isn't my family (since they're the story).

and by a little i guess i mean the entire thing lol

this is sincerely, extremely long. i don't really expect you to write anything back - especially with how much shit happens in this story. but thanks for lending your ear. i honestly needed to talk this out.

my mom has chronic pain, on top of heart problems, anxiety, and needing sleeping pills. her primary doctor is out for a month or so, so they had someone else fill in. this guy is a complete and utter dickbag. first off, he doesn't "believe" in anxiety medications and argued with my mom about whether or not she even needs to take them. and then he said that he wanted to wane her off of them slowly bc he doesn't want her on them.

mind you, he is only filling in for her primary doctor.

so he was supposed to fill the scripts on tuesday. she calls, he never sent them to her pharmacy, but said "oh by friday you'll get them." mind you, she was already out of her medicine by tuesday.

my mom, for a couple months now, has been taking advil pms when shit like this happens (usually bc the pharmacy has fucked up tho bc her actual primary doctor is a really good one) bc they somewhat help her sleep (and don't really do anything for her pain, but that's not surprising). for the past couple days, she has been anxious as hell, ready to fly off the wagon at any second, and hasn't been getting much sleep.

she also is disabled, so her ability to walk is very small. she's can't walk far and usually at night falls a lot bc her balance isn't fantastic at night, especially after just waking up.

friday morning, around 4 am, i heard a loud bang come from her room. i heard her door open first and then the bang, so i thought at first maybe the dogs had to go out since they sleep in her room, and then she just accidentally fell or knocked something over.

both me and my brother found her, and she was completely out of it. she didn't know who we were, who she was, what the dogs' name were, and she was riving in pain. we thought we would have to call 911. miraculously, she snapped back to reality. or at least somewhat. we have now chalked this up to her most likely sleep walking (which is something she's never done).

but the rest of the day was not good. first off, from wednesday - friday around 12 pm, my mom had maybe slept collectively 10 hours, if that. that's being extremely generous on my end. after everything that happened at 4-5am on friday, i stayed with her until 6ish and then went back to sleep. i woke up to my brother yelling at her bc it was 12 and she had not slept. he was telling her that we needed to take her to the hospital.

and it was like that the whole day until 4 pm.

not only was she just not sleeping, we believe now that she took too many advil pms (bc of how exhausted she was) and it snapped something in her brain. that piled on top of her anxiety, her chronic pain, her breathing (which is also an issue) being bad for a couple weeks now, and about a million other things on her mind caused this break to happen. this was all keeping her awake. bc when she spoke, she wasn't making complete sense. like she could hold a conversation, she wasn't slurring her words, but she would go on tangents and loop back to certain talking points, regardless of what we were talking about.

like my mom was on oxy for a long time. didn't abuse it, but around the time of my father getting sicker, her doctors were taking her off of it after having her on such a high dose. but that was four years ago, and she was bringing it up yesterday. she kept talking about how it was an addiction and that she doesn't even believe she was actually in pain, she was just addicted to the pills. she also talked really badly about herself, which i won't get into.

now i need anyone reading this to understand: my mom is not an addict. she was prescribed pills that she never abused for 20 years. she has chronic pain, and will have chronic pain the rest of her life. i've seen her fall to the ground from pain, i've heard her cry out in the middle of the night. she's not making it up. there are way too many times i have seen her cry after going to doctors begging to not be on pills anymore bc they weren't working anymore. she doesn't want to live this way, but this is just reality. i have seen the way she has been abused by doctors that don't care, have no time for her, and just see her as an addict bc she was on oxy for so long. anytime she has mentioned about wanting something for pain, they act as if she's begging for pills bc she's a druggie. SHE PHYSICALLY CANNOT WALK FAR BUT THEY THINK SHE IS DOING THIS ALL FOR PILLS. she got discharged from a hospital years go after falling down the fucking stairs bc they saw she was taking oxy and just thought she was a druggie when in reality it was a combo of some medication that was doing it to her - which she was PRESCRIBED. she had a doctor that was giving her shots in her back (which is another thing that has been damaged in her body) that said to her "if i was you with all this pain and taking all these pills, i would have just killed myself. why do you stick around?"

but for some reason yesterday, all of her insecurities and all of the shittiest things my mom has been told over the years came to the surface and she fully believed them. it wasn't just about the pills either, it was about herself and her personal worth too.

and on top of all of that, she just wouldn't go to sleep. and she couldn't tell how much time had passed. she would lay down for not even five minutes, shoot right back up, and think hours had gone by. that's why we were ready to take her to the hospital if she couldn't sleep.

but finally at 4 pm, she went to sleep. and slept until midnight. she barely moved the whole night and we kept checking on her to make sure she was breathing. my brother fell asleep around 10ish, i woke her up at 12, and we talked for a bit. she didn't really remember what had happened friday.

which brings us into today. she's a lot more coherent. but her frame of reference is completely off. the things she did on tuesday she thinks of as a week ago. she doesn't remember talking to certain ppl on the phone that she did on wednesday, she feels like everything we tell her that happened yesterday happened in a dream. we'll ask her what she remembers, she doesn't know much, but when we tell her certain things she goes "oh yeah i remember that". she's not completely better, but she's way more coherent than yesterday.

me and my brother have no clue what happened. we don't know if it was a psychic break, psychosis, withdrawals from her medicines, taking too many advil pms without realizing it, lack of sleep, delirium, the starting signs of dementia, everything and then some - we're not sure. we're keeping an eye on her, and if anything seems worse, we're taking her to the hospital. but so far it feels like things are okay.

just bc this is something else i want to say - not too long ago they had her on xanax. which mind you, for someone her age, basically melts your fucking brain and liver. and for a while there when she was taking them, she was somewhat like this until she finally got this primary doctor who took her off of them bc she knew better than the psychologist or whoever that prescribing them to her. and also, in case anyone reading this is curious as to why we didn't just take her to the hospital: first off, she didn't want to go, and we would rather not take an ambulance which won't take her to the hospital she likes and then on top of that is $1000+ we don't really have to spend. second, we are not doing the best financially so the fewer hospital visits the better. third, we know that bc it was about to be the weekend, unless she was literally dying, all they would do is put her in a room and not do anything to help her until monday bc that's happened before.

if you're wondering how i'm feeling: i'm completely drained. i more defeated than anything else. i hate situations where i feel completely helpless in, and this was and continues to be one of them. i just want my mom back. i want her to be okay, and i'm so tired of her having to go thru shit like this with her fucking doctors. do they not realize they are taking her life in their hands when they act this way?? my brother is about ready to kill this guy, and i mean that very seriously. bc this asshole doesn't """""believe""""" in a medicine my mom takes, he almost fucking broke her brain. and i pray that this is just a fluke and not a permanent problem. bc if it is, i'm taking every single dime this man owns, and i mean it.

i just want things to go back to normal. to even 48 hours ago at this point. things were okay. or at least a certain stress level i'm used to. but the idea of losing my mom rn… i won't be able to manage it.

it really is always one step forward and 12 steps back.

#ask #personal

[prongsfish]

wednesday snippet except its late thursday where i am oops...

tysm @malchai for the tag!! i dont have much to share at the moment, but just yesterday i got hit with the idea for a fic thats overtaken my mind. i wont share anything else about it yet, but you can take this unedited passage of a random scene im writing to get a feel for the characters <3

Sirius couldn’t remember how it all happened. It was a blur, in his mind. His memory flashed between moments, all jumbled, and he was only able to recall the crucial parts. Whatever happened in between was lost to him. There was a party. His family’s kind of party, not really a party at all. A chance to talk to other high class supervillain-types and feel better than everyone else. He was looking for Regulus, he thought. He couldn’t remember why, if he had lost him, wanted to tell him something, had been sent to fetch him… He hoped it wasn’t the latter, but if it was, he was at least glad he was the one who found him. He remembered opening the door in crystal clear detail. It was strange for Regulus to be in his room, he usually tried to play nice at these sorts of nights for their parents’ sake. Sirius never bothered to try. It felt weird to be the one looking for him, when usually it was Regulus finding Sirius in various hiding spots, either pleading with him to so much as make an appearance or snapping at him to stop being ridiculous, it wasn’t that hard to just pretend. The moment Crouch Jr. and his father had arrived at this particular party, though, Sirius knew that Regulus’ focus would shift. He had had to try not to grimace, worry needling through him. That was probably why he’d been looking for him, honestly. He always got nervous when his brother was alone with the boy for too long. The worry had been justified. No- Worry wasn’t enough, not over this, and was incomparable to the emotions he felt when he opened the door.

i wont tag anyone bc im already so late with this but i encourage anyone with something to share to share it!! and if youd like to be tagged in the future, feel free to comment or dm me and say so bc i never know who to tag anyways lol

#this is so out of context im sorry #just know its angsty as hell #tag game

[hahahax30]

Okay so I kinda reread chain of gold and iron day before yesterday (though I can’t say for sure that I won’t read them again just ONE more time)

And I’ve decided that the only characters that I’ll be very sad about (5% chance I’ll cry unless cc gives us the most heartbreaking, in vain, pointless, depressing death) if they died are:

- James but we all know this isn’t going to happen so I’m not worried in the least

- Alastair omg the story of his childhood just hits a little too close to home at times. He can’t die.

- Thomas he’s too sweet come ON

- Sona only if her death is soul-crushing

If the others die I’ll be sad ig…

Also don’t kill me but Matthew’s starting to irritate me sometimes- if he joins the children of the night or just dies I won’t mourn him

I'll be sad if the merry thieves, Alastair, Lucie or Cordelia die.

Idrc about Sona tbh? She's there and I've theorised about her dying while giving birth for a while.

I don't think Anna or Ariadne/Kamala will die, but their deaths won't bother me much, they're side characters with compelling stories but they aren't alastair-level interesting loveable (I mean Alastair's story is heart-wrenching (?) and he's the MC's brother so...).

I want Matthew to die only to prove my theory. I don't find him irritating in the slightest though lol, he makes me a little sad, if anything, what with his 'sin' and self-deprecation. I'd like him to be happy as a vampire

But Pari can we talk for a moment about how vampire! Matthew has probably slept with Camille???? I'm sure she tried to go after him at one point or another and he didn't say no

#pari! #asks!