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#definitely not in the closet but also definitely not going to randomly out myself in every single email or zoom call thanks
theowlseye · 8 months
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So! Fun fact! Originally players were going to be given the option to choose the gender for their V Medic.
I think this would have been a very interesting capability for the story. Most of us playing the game now come into it knowing the twist that Venom is not actually BB, but the game wants you to believe that your customized character is what BB himself wants to look like. (The doctor does say that you get to choose your own face, but he ends up saying that it's "too late" to do anything. This of course ends up being a false memory as revealed in the truth ending).
I can definitely see Hideo "Are Women People?" Kojima and Co. walking this back because they wouldn't want their audience to potentially play with the concept of Big Boss being a closeted trans woman throughout the game, but I think given the reveal at the end that this was Venom's original face is both an interesting and horrifying concept to play with.
We don't get a definitive answer on how Venom feels about being Big Boss. Venom does give that little smirk when Big Boss says "from here on out, you're Big Boss." But, Venom shortly after looking into the mirror and then punching the reflection could be seen as a rejection of the V Medic identity and acceptance of the Snake identity, the reverse, or a mix of the two. Potentially you could be playing this game by essentially inducing gender dysphoria in a cisgender woman who is now forced to live not only as a man but a specific man. I consider myself functionally cisgender, and I have had nightmares about randomly growing facial hair. I think that if I, or a lot of women and women-aligned people woke up from a coma and were given a mirror and saw someone like Big Boss looking back, it would be horrifying.
Venom's whole identity is an exercise in body horror but less gory. You wake up from a coma, you don't know who you are but you are told you are this one specific very important guy. Eventually you're given these memories (which you later find out are false) but through it all, you have this specific feeling of an inner sense of self. You know for certain that you should look differently from how you do and you almost had the chance to look that way. The tragedy of realizing that sense of self was your original identity and it was taken from you is horrifying for anyone, regardless of gender or gender assigned at birth. However a female V Medic would have added another potential dimension to the tragedy.
I don't know if I like the idea of having a female V Medic actually, because, given the game's own limitations as being technically unfinished, I don't think the game would have been able to explore this well. The MGS games are not great at representing women's suffering and tend to veer into torturing women for shock value. There's also the tragedy of Venom being doomed by the narrative, we all know that Venom is the Big Boss who dies in Outer Heaven and that only works if Venom continues to live without agency. But this is definitely a concept and possibility I will be considering for the rest of my life.
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Hey! A few months ago I remember you seemed to be getting really into film photography, and I was wondering if you're still shooting these days and if you'd be willing to share a little bit about what you were/are interested in shooting, what camera and films you prefer if you have favorites, or if you have recommendations for photographers to follow on youtube/instagram whose work you enjoy? I'm just starting myself because I got my dad's old Pentax from the attic, but I'm really starting from scratch, and besides Teo Crawford (youtube) I'm at lost as to where to even look for inspiration. Thanks a lot, have a nice day!
yes! i was really into film photography for a while but dropped off pretty sharply last year just due to some sudden changes in my personal life that no longer made it fun/viable for me to go out and shoot. i've thought about starting back up again, but still the personal circumstances have not changed much so unfortunately i'm not going to be doing it very actively anymore for the time being.
that being said, it's super exciting that you're just getting started! honestly picking up your dad's old camera from the attic/closet is how i think a lot of us got into it lol so that's definitely a good place to start. for my first few months i was only really shooting the few rolls of expired kodak gold that my parents had randomly stored in their fridge for the past 20 years (through multiple moves) and that's kind of related to what advice i'd personally give if you're just getting started—it's really easy to get sucked down the rabbit hole of oh what cameras are The Best or what film stocks should i use, and honestly at the very start it truly is not going to make that much of a difference. just try stuff and go out and shoot! you learn so much more and so much faster if you just go out and shoot stuff and see the tangible results in front of you vs if you spend hours and hours poring over others' work and their advice about specific tools and materials in particular (this is true of mostly any kind of hobby, and also i definitely fall into the same trap every single time i get into something new as well)
i'm not sure what kind of pentax you have, but the one thing i would recommend is to try to start with something that has some level of manual control so you can learn like.. the fundamentals of how photography works wrt exposure/aperture/shutter speed and all that. i started with my dad's old nikon from the 90s which had a lot of modern features and automatic modes and stuff that made it much more similar to my dslr that i used as a teenager that i basically just used as a point and shoot, and i realized i wasn't getting what i wanted out of it so i bought a nikon FE for like $100 that was both restricting and freeing in that it has some autoexposure control but the experience of shooting manually was much more emphasized (knobs! dials! film advance lever!) forced me to actually slow down and think about every single shot.
i mean it really depends on what you want to do with you're photography, and is not necessary by any means bc if you really just want to go out there and shoot with a point and shoot and try to capture moments of your life that way, that's awesome! but for me personally i'm no good at that lol so i really was fascinated by the mechanics of the craft and really learning How Cameras And Film Chemistry work. and along those lines one of the things i got really into at the start was learning how to develop and scan film at home. the thing i really enjoyed about it at the beginning was really going through the entire process on my own and learning how each step of it works. home developing is kind of daunting and requires a fairly significant upfront investment (above and beyond all your camera equipment and film) so it's definitely up to your own interest, but if you think you might be at all interested in home developing and have the resources/space to do so, i highly recommend giving it a try! it's a lot of fun and kind of meditative and definitely not as scary as it probably seems!
OKAY in terms of places to get inspiration from. i actually have always gotten more inspiration from landscape painters and other visual artists than from photographers specifically, and a lot of my favorite photographers tend to also be inspired by painters. i recommend just looking really broadly at all kinds of art as well as photography (both film and digital! just any kind of image honestly!) and really trying to nail down 1) what specifically about certain images appeals to you (composition? color? light? subject? movement? etc) and 2) how that was accomplished in camera (if the original was a photograph) and/or how you might start to try to replicate those specific things in your own work.
i'd recommend looking places other than just instagram/youtube because for me personally i've found that on social media it's really hard to slow down and really analyze the images and what you like about them in the way that is really necessary to actually take inspiration from them that you can actively apply to your own art. i love going to art museums and looking at photographs and also actually picking up hard copy photo books from the library whenever i can. the youtube photography world in particular is pretty saturated with 20-something soft-spoken white guys who all just seem to be inspired by each other so it gets a little old after a while lol BUT that being said here are some channels i've watched that have helped me a lot early on in my learning process:
grainydays
Willem Verbeeck
Kyle McDougall
Matt Day
Analog Resurgence (very good for like. basic informative videos about equipment that feel much more down-to-earth and less bought into the hype than a lot of other film photographers)
attic darkroom (much more niche but does super cool stuff with trichromeing and other kinds of weird experiments that will probably not help you in any way in your actual photography but are a nice reminder that like. sometimes it's fun to just experiment and it can be about the process itself rather than Making A Perfect Photograph)
Tatiana Hopper (more focused on the art history side of things, generally breaking down well-known/influential photographers' work in each video. good for if you feel stuck in the loop of Social Media Photographer Vortex.)
sorry that was EXTREMELY long and idk if any of this is what you were looking for but hopefully you were able to find something helpful in it at least! if you have any more questions about anything in particular or want me to go into more detail about anything i discussed here feel free to ask. good luck with your photography and i hope you have a lot of fun with it :)
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devsmuses · 2 months
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plotting call!!! hi friends! i've found myself wanting more in depth plotted roleplay threads, so i figured i'd post some dynamics, plots, and pairings i'm itching to play. feel free to shoot me a message if any of this sounds like something you'd want to write together!
• i have a gay nicholas galitzine oc, ezra, and i'm wanting to use him in some angsty mlm pairing. i always love a classic secret relationship plot, we could do something with one of the muses being closeted, maybe they are in a relationship, have a family, a wife, kids, and that's why they have to keep this thing with ezra a secret, but it's so complicated because they're beginning to fall for ezra. they want him, but they can't ruin the life they've built to be with him.
• i saw a post floating around where the female muse is a broken party girl who sleeps around and she works at a diner with the male muse who's just a nice guy, and she's always telling him he's too good for her, and maybe they've shared a few kisses, but she just won't let the male muse treat her right and take her out on a date. give me them working late in the diner together, give me the female muse complaining about her tragic love life to the male muse while he's thinking he could treat her better if she just let him, give me him bringing in a date to the diner or maybe a customer flirts with him in front of the female muse and now she's being short with him and acting jealous. ideally i'd like to use my devon lee carlson muse, kylie, but i'm open to using a different muse i already have.
• give me a pair of criminals who team up together and have to go on the run after their first big-hit doesn't go how they planned. give me them arguing about whose fault it was that their plans fell apart, give me them in a dingy motel together having to share a small bed, give me them finally bonding and maybe becoming just a lil flirty with each other. i can imagine them chatting and telling one another how they turned to a life of crime, and just detailing the old lives they left behind. give me them doing more jobs, give me them having to escape their motel when the cops show up randomly.
• something horror related or supernatural! give me something like scream, maybe one of our muses is the killer, or maybe they're both being stalked by ghostface and they're trying to survive! maybe they're each a child of someone from the og cast, like sidney's child, gale's child, etc. or it could also be fun to just each play one of the canon characters having to deal with ghostface being back again. this definitely needs further plotting!!!
• some kind of period roleplay! we could do like an arranged marriage royal plot, or maybe even some plot revolving around a band in the 70s/60s. for the royal period plot i would love for it to be wlw or mlm because that obviously raises the stakes. i imagine for the 60s/70s band plot to be a similar dynamic to daisy jones and the six. give me a romance between toxic band members. they shouldn't be together but they have to always be around one another, and their passion isn't the kind you can just ignore.
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arcplaysgames · 1 year
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best parts of the musical interlude:
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yukiko checking out of an entire group conversation to keep fucking with her minisax, giving zero fucks at all. best girl.
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Crowdsurfing Teddie.
I mean the interlude was cute but I got nothin' to say about it.
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best answer in the game
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Reverie is just out here breaking SO many hearts, oh my god i'm sorry chie, i'm saving myself for seeing if Naoto's link is any good and also if Kanji ever asks me out.
sorry I've not been recapping Chie's SLink. it's unfortunately the weakest of them all so far, but that's unfortunately sort of the point of the Chariot. and she's a very good Chariot. it's better than Rio's for sure but that's a middling bar.
OH RANDOMLY:
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CHIE AND YOSUKE DATING LIKE
i cannot FATHOM it
i think that's an express ticket to them utterly HATING each other. it is only the barrier of platonic affection that keeps chie from crushing yosuke's head with her biceps, are you JOKIN-- wait. rise also suggests naoto and kanji hook up, is she trying to pair people off so she can have Reverie? oh my god. /squints at Rise
i actually think naoto and rise would be cute but that's neither here nor there
anyway where was i
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OH GOD OH SHIT OH FUCK SHE'S DEEEEEEEAD, I KNEW IT, I"M GONNA FIND DOJIMA GAGGED IN THE FUCKING CLOSET
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oh phew nvmd
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YO
OH SHIT
they know who we are. oh shiiiiiiiii
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There is a brief anime cutscene with a guy I am pretty confident I don't know who the fuck he is, scribbling like Light Yagami on a bender and talking about how.... he's going to send people to a better place???? where they can be at peace??????
.... this guy does know that, like, the TV kills people, right? like people have definitely died.
Unlesssss I'm right about multiple killers for each-- no, Naoto said it was the same guy.
GODDAMMIT, I DUNNO. STAY FUCKING TUNED I GUESS. I gotta go to bed, UGH. Why must I sell my labor for currency? I just want to figure out Persona 4!!!!
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albireogames · 2 years
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Ren’Py stuff and cool things I put in the demo (part 1)
This is the first game I’ve ever made for myself and I learned a ton from the past couple of demos, so I wanted to showcase them here!
Title screen
The title screen has a star field with a stereoscopic effect that follows the cursor, creating an illusion of depth.  
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This was done by putting a Creator-Defined Displayable in the main menu screen. To be honest I just copied the example CDD code from the Ren’Py docs and edited it to suit my needs (which in my opinion speaks to the importance of example code and how I wish documentation in general included more examples, but I digress). I replaced the child displayable with four layers of star images to create the depth effect and a constellation image that’s randomly chosen every time the main menu is displayed, and did a bit of trial and error to figure out the offsets for how much each layer should move relative to the change in cursor position. The effect is really satisfying and I’m proud of how well it ended up working… I also wanted to have the movement lag behind the cursor a bit so it feels smoother and more weighty, but I don’t know how to do that (yet) lol… I’m sure it’s possible though.
Fte system
The game features an unassuming-at-first-glance free-time event system that lets you view slice-of-life scenes at a range of locations and hang out with the dragon of your choice (as long as you’ve unlocked their events), all independently from the pace of the main story. Our goal was to increase interactivity and incentivize repeat playthroughs in addition to the five existing main routes, as it’s very likely you won’t see every event in one run. We also wanted to flesh out the world and show how the characters and protag exist within it, as it’s an important part of the story we want to tell.
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This event system is actually held together by a veritable spaghetti mess of data structures and classes (that I need to refactor lol… when I haven’t looked at it in a while I get confused by my own naming conventions and some objects that are a little too multipurpose… plus I’ve been learning about good object-oriented design practices thru work recently so the jank is even more glaring). Right now it’s functional, but since I kinda took an ad hoc design-as-I-go approach, it could definitely be a lot cleaner and easier to understand…
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Once I have it cleaned up I might discuss it in more detail, but for now it’s like taking the mess on the floor of my room and shoving it all into my closet so that the houseguests won’t see it… for now the most interesting snippets are these clones I made of Lark for easy testing.
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Screens
Screens are your best friend. At first I hated it because the syntax felt so weird and loose and confusing (especially because it’s so similar between screens, ATL, and transitions but they’re not at all interchangeable) but it’s super powerful once you figure it out. Here are a few things that I wish I’d known sooner and would’ve saved me a lot of headache (read: sad debugging hours).
1. If you’re using an image as a background for something, especially for buttons that change appearance on interaction, wrap them in Frame() displayables!!! It takes five extra seconds to type “background Frame(“filepath/image.png”, Borders(2, 2, 2, 2))” instead of just the image name and will keep things from shifting around in unexpected ways.
2. However, if you’re lazy like me and like to use images as-is, and you have a parent screen element that has children whose contents will vary (like a frame containing an hbox), don’t use xalign and yalign to set the position of your parent displayable or it will scoot around every time the child changes and you’ll tear your hair out like I did when I was making the fte menu. Use xpos and ypos it will make everything better I promise. If you need to center something, take half your game resolution width/height and subtract half your image’s width/height to get your xpos/ypos.
3. If you ARE using xalign and yalign for something, make sure you use a float i.e., 0.0 instead of 0 and 1.0 instead of 1 or your shit will be fucked up
4. In my opinion the way that style prefixes are explained in the docs is kind of confusing, but basically they just save you some time on typing. For example, if I’m editing my choice menu screen and I have “style prefix “choice””, and I have a frame, a vbox, and a button, it’ll automatically search for and apply the “choice_frame” style to my frame and the “choice_vbox” style to my vbox . For buttons it’s split into “_button” and “_button_text” suffixes, so putting font properties into the “choice_button” style wouldn’t change my button text appearance at all. The built-in choice screen already uses a style prefix, which makes it a convenient example:
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5. This one might be obvious but it took me a while to figure out—wrapping your screen displayables in a transform (using the “at” property) renders any of its position style properties outside of the transform ineffectual. 
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Because of the transforms wrapping the frame and textbutton, those elements don’t have position properties defined. Strangely enough, this (thankfully) doesn’t apply to the button text properties. Adding these transforms results in a menu UI that moves on and off screen elegantly and feels responsive to the user, and I was pretty proud of being able to code it and bring the artist’s design to life.
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6.       You can use screens for literally anything. The demo has a screen that just overlays another instance of the background image on top of everything in order to create the effect of hiding every sprite on screen without having to a) figure out which sprites are being shown and hide them individually and b) keep track of where they were on screen so you can put them back afterwards. Shoutout to the users on Lemmasoft forums for this clever trick, it saved me hours of not having to hack together a stupid sprite hiding implementation lol
The stupid menu problem
If you set menu captions to be spoken by the narrator instead of displayed as an empty button, your menu choices will be shown at the same time as your menu caption. Unless you have text speed set to instantaneously appear, this results in the weird experience of seeing your dialogue options before the character even finishes talking, and there’s no way to change this in Ren’Py’s default options.
My first solution was to have two instances of the menu caption: one that was a normal say statement with a {nw} tag, placed right before the menu, and then in the menu itself, a menu caption that had {fast} on the end to make it appear instantaneously and {done} to keep the duplicate from showing up in the history. This way, it looks like the character finishes speaking before the menu seamlessly appears to give the player their options. However… the problem was that when I added a click sound effect that plays whenever the player clicks to advance the game, the menu textbox will click twice since it’s actually split over two textboxes (making the game Literally Unplayable).
The next idea was to rewrite the choice screen entirely to handle waiting for the caption to finish displaying, but I was worried that I’d no longer be able to use the typical menu statement with indented blocks (which I really like for readability) and I didn’t want to dig into stuff built into the Ren’Py engine… but honestly the solution was way easier than that.
In the screenshots for the choice screen in the previous section, you might’ve noticed a “wait” parameter—every time I use the menu statement, I pass in a call to my menu_caption function that takes the current text speed and the length of the dialogue to calculate how long the menu’s “on_show” transform should pause before it slides the dialogue choices in:
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And it’s used like this:
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BAM, easy. While I was brainstorming solutions and googling stuff I strangely didn’t find a single other person with this problem, so it could totally be that I just missed something obvious or the default design choice makes sense to everyone else, but hopefully this is helpful for anyone else that was frustrated by this.
I think that’s it for now—I might do a part 2 later focusing on ftes or specific screens, and another one on the writing process that went into the demo. If there’s a feature or function in the game you’re curious about, let me know and I’ll write about it!
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erinhime83 · 1 year
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I meant to do this on the first, but then got lazy and didn't, lol. New year means new design pictures, whether I need to do them or not. And since I decided I was going to do the Cataclysm sequel, Division, this year, I figure I'd put up the designs I did for them!
(I mean, maybe I'll do Division. I mean, my muse was on The Gatekeeper for a bit and I realized 2023 is its twentieth anniversary, so that's a contender? Possibly?)
I had fun doing the Earthia designs last year, so I thought it'd be cool to do Division's in the same sort of style. I also realized that a lot of people, when doing design pictures, put people in the same pose for all the outfits, so I realized I could do the same and save myself some trouble of coming up with a million poses. (Just a lot, because I have a lot of characters. >.<) Granted, Nova's gets switched up for each one, but eh. She's the protagonist. She's allowed.
Nova's outfit is based off on that I own. I was struggling to come up with something for her that was cute and all, and I realizing I had something in my on closet that suited her great! The boots are a combination of me wearing boots a lot and her probably trying to match her boyfriend? Maybe? The other two are just tweeked versions of her superhero outfit - she gets a new shirt as Swift Star and starts wearing her hair in a braid as Cosmic Star since she discovers the long hair actually gets in the way. How she managed it before, she has no idea.
Swift Star ended up matching Cosmic Moon a bit more than I intended, but I like that, actually.
Luna's shirt I am in love with. I just randomly searched through Amazon fashion until I found it, and...yeah. I really like how she turned out! Kinda nerdy chic with the glasses there. Which works out perfectly for her. Cosmic Moon is the same as always. I gave Luna the gun in her design just to show that she creates other weapons other than just the sword, and I think it turned out nicely.
I definitely think Luna has the better design than Nova does, lol. But I also know I'll probably change these in some fashion (maybe not Luna) before I actually use them, since that, unfortunately, is how I roll. (Most likely, I'll switch their outfits? Possibly?)
More coming soon, since I was heavily inspired. :D
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zymomonasmobilis · 3 years
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I don’t know if I can fully explain what my gender is, even to me, but I know its the one where pretty much everyone in my life uses “she” pronouns and I’d never really be bothered to ask them to use anything else, but adding “she/her” to any online bio or screen name or email signature makes something small but important inside me wake up and shake its head, saying “nonononononono” 
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kayleigh-83 · 2 years
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My Top Posts in 2021
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Swimwear for the Little Ladies
A few cute summer swimwear options for toddler girls and toddler children! The toddler ones are categorized as both everyday and swim because the swimwear category isn’t visible in Body Shop (but it is in CAS or closet mode). The child ones are categorized as only swim.
Fakepeeps meshes included with thanks, if you haven’t checked out their stuff for younger Sims hurry your ass up because it’s amazing and you’re missing out. (went ahead and included their meshes in my files despite the TOU since they have been inactive for over 5 years, but by now chances are good most people have a lot of FP stuff already anyways) (and yes these are the same models I just aged up and down for the photos lol)
Download Toddler (SFS) | (MF)
Download Child (SFS) | (MF)
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4t2 Toddler’s Ruffled Hem Top & Leggings
Another collaboration with the amazing @megamassikalove! She was good enough to convert these adorable meshes from TS4 upon my request into one adorable full body outfit for our TS2 toddlers to enjoy.
Just like last time, I contributed a few recolours as well to give you even more options. After you grab my three recolours, be sure to go over to @megamassikalove‘s page to grab her six!
Credits and thanks to original creators for the TS4 meshes and base textures: @beelovedsims for the top, @casteru for the leggings (shoes are a base game mesh).
Download (SFS) | Download (MF)
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Simple Tops with Jeans for Toddler Boys
(Feb 20 - Post is fixed now, sorry if it wasn’t working when you saw it! I noticed this morning Tumblr just randomly broke all the formatting in this post including all the links!)
Possibly my most creative name yet.
This is definitely a project that qualifies as unfinished business! I made the two toned tops ages ago and Oliver Crosby even wore one when he was a toddler, but for some reason I never released them. I also just found the bear outfit in my projects folder last night, all ready to go from… quite a long time ago. I forgot I even made it, but I guess the last time I had a toddler boy in my game was *checks notes* four rotations ago!
So I finished up the bear, and put together the lion and the trucks outfits as well! Part of the impetus for this was having an epiphany about a way easier way for me to work on new clothing textures using a different graphics program than I normally do - it made the process so much quicker and easier for me. So I doooo have a few more items in the works, hopefully it won’t take me three years to finish and release those lololol
These are all on my favourite toddler mesh which is a 4t2 conversion by @webluepeace. I’ve included the mesh in the file but definitely go here and get the original stuff too if you haven’t already.
Download (MF) | Download (SFS) Credits: @webluepeace for the mesh, H&M for some textures.
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4t2 Toddler Boys Outfits - Collaboration with Megamassikalove
@megamassikalove was good enough to convert these wonderful shorts and shirts from TS4 upon my request, and suggested we collaborate by each releasing our own set of recolours on these meshes! So after you download these be sure to click over to her Tumblr to get her super cute combos too!
Original TS4 meshes and textures for the shirts are from here, shorts are by EA. Shoe textures are from here. Some slight texture edits by myself on shorts and shoe colours for the conversions. 4t2 conversion of the meshes by @megamassikalove!
Download (SFS) | Download (MF)
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honeytama · 4 years
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7 Minutes in Heaven
League of Villains Headcanons + Scenarios
Warnings: Smut (18+), enclosed spaces, gender neutral reader
It’s only a game. A game usually played by teenagers. However, the majority of the guys surrounding you had never had the chance to experience fun like this at that age. To your surprise, yourself and the-man-you’ve-been-pining-over’s names get randomly chosen out of Sako’s hat. A timer is set for seven minutes as you’re lead into a small, dark closet. You’re both alone without any distractions.
Tag List: @knifeewifee @glowgutter @wakaoujisenhime @ivymemnoch @beauty-in-ferality @thedreadthreadanomaly @moodyvoid @lilli-chae @bakatenshii @shiggyisking @gallickingun @tomomoni @bnhabookclub
A/N: Feel free to use the images below for your own writing and projects! No credit needed! Also, I suggest reading all of these... Enjoy!
Tomura Shigaraki
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Says he’d leave if the first time his name gets pulled is with one of the other guys, but honestly wouldn’t mind having a heart-to-heart moment with any of them.
If you’re names get called together, he’ll get up from the floor and hide his eager expression with the ends of his hair.
Grudgingly walks to the closet with you after your names get called, even though his mind races at the filthy to-do list he’s making in his head.
7 minutes isn’t a long time, he knows this. Tomura maps out his actions by the second, but you’re underwhelmed when he just stands there in the corner thinking to himself.
You have to be the one to make the first move, but it’s not completely because you’re the one in charge. Tomura already knows what he wants from you even before you lay your hands on his shoulders or tug at his shirt.
“Cute little thing, so impatient.” Expecting him to not reciprocate any feelings, you’re taken aback once you feel his growing hardon against your thigh. His hips ever so slightly sway against yours, shamelessly rubbing himself against you.
Tomura will convince you to believe all of his lewd thoughts are your own.
“I know exactly what you want. Don’t act so innocent,” he moves his hands to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest. “You want to have a quickie, huh?”
“There’s people listening, so I wouldn’t normally do this... But you want it, so I guess we’ll just have to satiate you.”
Your heart pumps fast and he can feel it against his pectorals. The thought of his accusations actually being true for you only compels him to push into you more.
Things heat up quickly, messy kisses are exchanged on various parts of the body. But, Tomura focuses on the new feeling of your soft lips on his own the most.
You’ll get flipped around to face the wall while his hands shakily attempt to undo the front of his pants. He’ll let you take his cock to guide him in yourself.
The last amount of time you have is spent by him rapidly humping your tight hole while you whimper.
He’ll never admit to this happening once you’re outside the closet. Nevertheless, watch him creep through your bedroom door in the middle night to ask if you liked it... and if you both could do it some more.
The wet clicking noise of his dick entering and leaving your body sounds loud in the small space. The grunts that escape his throat bounce off of the walls, and they’re definitely being heard through the thin crack in the bottom of the closet door.
You cover your mouth and bite your finger hard thinking about what the others will say once you’re done fucking the boss.
Dabi
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He suggested the game but didn’t expect everyone else to make him play.
Honesty thought he could just lounge on the couch to watch the rest of you like entertainment that night.
Once your name and his are pulled out of the hat, he hums in surprise and stands up towering over your figure nestled in the corner of the couch. “I guess one round couldn’t hurt.”
You both reach the closet door he says lowly, “I’ll be going back to my room after this.” You think he’s tossing another snarky remark back at your group.
Once inside, you’re both facing each other, Dabi’s eyes are burning holes into your face as he stares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.
He would be the one to make the first move.
A light, grazing touch on your collarbone to your neck. His nails drag along the lines made by your bone and muscle.
You jump at his sudden and surprising advancement but lean into the warmness of his palm once’s it reaches your cheek.
While utterly alone with you for the first time, with the opportunity to do whatever he wants, the furthest he’d go would be making out and heavy petting, grinding you against the back wall of the small room. At least in this closet 10 feet away from the others.
No doubt you’d both scurry away from the game once your seven minutes have passed.
“I really wish this didn’t have to happen right now.” His mouth slips into a smile once you frown at his admission. “No, doll, I mean why do we have to do this in a closet. Feel free to come by my room any time.”
He continues to watch you bite your lip in attempt to smother the volume of your moans. The pressure of his body against yours makes sweat bead on your temple.
“I’m glad something good came out of this silly game.”
Twice | Jin Bubaigawara
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Jin runs to the closet door in excitement once your names are read off.
He’ll call out to you getting up from your place on the couch trying to pull yourself together, “I don’t know if you heard, but our names were picked cutie, let’s go! Let’s get this over with.”
The next thing you know, you’re bodies are flush against one another’s in the tight space.
Unapologetically, Jin lifts the lower half of his mask so his mouth & nostrils are exposed. Your face heats up at his bright smile; stubble covers chin handsomely.
“Small fry,” he beams. “Are you gonna kiss me with those pretty lips, or what? Don’t, that’s gross.” He kicks himself thinking you won’t take on a chance on him for being so crude to you daily.
You giggle at his advances and lean in to meet him halfway. His fingers hold your chin as he kisses you in earnest. His other hand is already traveling toward the curve of your ass.
After making out within the first couple minutes, he’d try for something more. Probably would be the only one courageous enough to suggest giving you oral in that amount of time.
And he’s confident he’ll make you cum before the timer can go off.
A part of him wants to roughly cover your mouth while you moan with every breath, but the other half wants everyone to know that’s he’s on his knees for you.
Once your time ends, he’s bargaining the others for more time alone with you. Jin will hold the knob of the door forbidding them from entering... until Dabi or Tomura threaten to destroy it themselves. No fun.
“Hmm, what should we do? Nothing, let me know when the time is passed.” He whines against your lips while his mind fills with a plethora of things he’d want to do with you. Suddenly, he blurts out, “How about I go down you, sound good?”
Jin drops to his knees the moment your lips spill the words, “Yes, please.”
Your legs are slightly spread apart by his large, eager hands. The waistband of your pants are pulled sensually down the length of your thighs by Jin while he watches your face contort in anticipation. You’re not surprised at his experience and grace in these actions.
He hums and his throat rumbles as he laps greedily at your sensitive spots; he hopes you’re enjoying this as much as him.
Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako
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He doesn’t know how he could be convinced to play such a “childish” game, but if it means a gamble of being chosen to enter a dark room with you, then...
“Let the games begin.”
However, if Sako isn’t in the mood for a gamble, and his sights set on getting you alone...
This man would absolutely use his quirk to rig the names that would be chosen for the first pairing. He’ll hide marbles filled with slips of paper with the both of your names inscribed.
Volunteers to pick the names at random, but snaps the marbles away to dramatically reveal that you’d be partnered with him.
Once you’re alone, he’d most definitely admit to you about his little scheme just to make you squirm against him.
“I could not possibly let myself watch any of those boys try you until I had my opportunity,” his gloved hand placed above your head against the wall, “Of course, if you’ll have me.” Shamelessly leaning close into your ear.
Sako gets turned on by trust and consent; he’d take off his mask and set it on a shelf. Allowing you to gaze into his hazel eyes.
Would get you to tell him all your dirty secrets as he lets his hands roam your body. He takes off his gloves with his teeth to trace your features with his fingertips.
He takes the lead, and his cocky self teases you for trying to take control. Although, he allows you to pull off his dress shirt and undo his pant’s button until your hands get pinned to the wall by the wrist, halting you from going any further.
He allows himself to give you tender kisses on the lips and swallows your whines that attempt to escape. Your bodies intertwine and he holds your weight against him as your legs threaten to give out from his masterful movements.
He lets the time run out.
Turns out he was only getting started, so once the game ends and you’re alone for the night... He’ll hope you’ll come running to his quarters for a full show.
“You know, it’s fate that both of our names be chosen together, right, Y/N?” Sako leans in close to your ear. Your body is struck into submission by his arms encasing both sides of your head while his hands are pressed against the closet wall. “Almost comedic that my personal, supreme desire is happening by the hands of the universe.” You can feel his breathe against the crest of your ear. Sako backs away once he’s earned the pleasure of hearing your throat catch at his admittance of affection for you.
Your eyes quickly trace the outlines of his eyes and lips that you’re able to see through the holes in his hood. He’s taken off his mask in courtesy to you and this intimate situation. Even so, it’s difficult to see him absolutely in the dark room.
“Why don’t you tell me some stories as we pass the time in here?” He tilts his head while looking deep into your eyes. “Entertain me.”
Spinner | Shuichi Iguchi
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Spinner did not want to play because he assumed that everyone “didn’t want to kiss him,” and was only there to be the partner for someone to be disappointed in having. His presence just for laughs.
To his unknowing, you’re sitting across from him with butterflies in your stomach, achingly waiting for your name to pulled with his.
His muscles tense when your names are called out. His lower jaw falls open and stays that way as he watches across the circle for your reaction.
Once in the closet, Spinner leans as far as he possibly can from you, and averts his eyes to the door.
Is definitely counting the seconds that he has to be so close to you.
And is also preparing for rejection if he accidentally grazes your arm.
You have to make the first move, and most likely the second, and third one too.
He’s on the defensive, 100% ready to fight you in the dark once you place a tender hand on his around his bicep. “Aye, back it up. Wha- why are you doing that?”
He’ll hold his breathe as you finally kiss him, but he completely lets go of his stress about touching you once your lips move to his neck. The more amount of attention he receives from you, the more his walls drop.
He’d allow himself to give into you more and more as believes the darkness of the room will hide his scales features. This offers him courage to ravage your body like he’s imagined for so long...
Shuichi’s incredible strength comes in handy in this sort of situation. He’d lift you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist as anchor.
If you’re not comfortable with being carried, he’d throw your leg around his
Or he literally just handles your body with such roughness and disgrace that in within minutes he leaves scratch marks and bruises on your hips.
In darkness, you step into his foot length of personal space before reaching out to the spot his tank hem meets his hip. A gentle tug of it towards you causes him to to jump back and throw his hands up in defense— which only end up brushing against the muscle of your breast.
The touch causes his face to heat up in embarrassment, but the heat between your legs urges you to test his wants. First, a kiss is placed on his cheek, and his responds with a smile. Then, your kisses move across towards his jaw and neck, the skin underneath being suckled and pulled by your lips.
Spinner lets out labored breathes as he hovers his hands above your hips. They only lay upon them once you whisper, “Aren’t you gonna kiss me, Shuichi?” Strong hands press into your sides as he let’s himself give into your touch. His lips catch yours hastily as your pressed back into the opposite wall. His grasp on your waist unwavering; his hands only moving to grope your behind roughly before reaching for the backs of your thighs.
Shuichi grunts into your neck as he pulls one of your legs around his waist to drive his aching groin into your own. “Tell me exactly how you want the rest the time to be spent... I’ll make it worth your while.”
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micromushroom · 3 years
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☼ BNHA Dorm Headcanons☼
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Synopsis: What I think the dorms of characters would look like 
Genre: Just general headcanons
W.K.: ~1.25k in all
C.W.: none
Characters ft: Bakugou, Tsuyu, & Shinsou
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This could go in so many different directions
My first thought is that if PlanetFitness™ was condensed it would be this man’s room
But honestly I see him more as a person to workout outside and do more active things whilst being productive
It’s canon that he likes hiking, so I feel like a lot of the equipment in his room would be based off of that
If anything, he probably has a few weights (like dumbbells) that are lying around
Has most definitely kicked one on accident at night walking around his room
I feel like it’s relatively plain but over time becomes more clustered
The Bakusquad will start randomly leaving or putting things in Bakugou’s room
It can be anything from Denki leaving little dollar store trinkets on Bakugou’s desk; to Kiri making random things out of garbage in class and putting it on Bakugou’s shelf
He doesn’t strike me as someone to have a lot of pictures or memorabilia, but there’s little pictures on the wall by his bed with sticky tack photos of his friends throughout the years
He’s an All Might fanboy at heart, but I doubt he has as much physical display of this as Midoriya
I headcanon that there’s posters and like some rare collectibles of action figures and merch
Inko made him a throw blanket as a kid for his birthday of All Might and he still has it at the end of his bed
Despite it being relatively clustered with small things in some places (again, courtesy of the Bakusquad), it’s still pretty clean and spacious
His curtains are usually closed, so the only possibility for plants that he could sustain are either fake or don’t survive for long
Since his parents are both fashion designers, his closet is full of clothing that he’ll probably never wear from name brands all over
His desk serves as a multiple purpose space: homework, charging station, and bookshelf
Bakugou’s bed is always made and—as much as I hate to say it—he probably only sleeps with two pillows—three on occasion
He has a speaker that he uses whenever he’s not doing homework, but it’s probably super loud (headcanoning that he’s partly deaf from his quirk)
His closet alone could be an entirely different post
Overall, Bakugou’s room is kind of dark and a tad bit more grunge themed
Kirishima leaves Bakugou lots of little notes saying things like are either:
“Hey Bakubro, can you help with math please? :D” to
“Remember to hydrate and take a break” with a little thumbs up doodle
Lots of self notes too reminding him of what he has to do and his schedule for the day
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Tsu canonically has all of the attributes—strengths and weaknesses—that a frog does
For this reason, I think that she has humidifiers and just temperature regulations throughout her room
Lots of plants and art prints, mainly from friends
Little lily pad shaped fairy lights strung across her room
I picture her room as having a lot of plants like ivy and vines, but also a lot of really exotic plants
Lots of pillows and blankets
Like at least five pillows and her bed is most definitely up against the wall
The blankets range from those really thin 50x50” ones to comforters to really fluffy and warm blankets
Hear me out—stuffed animals
I think that her friends go out with her to like, the mall, and end up coming back with a lot of stuffed animals
Throw pillows and rugs are main staples of Tsu’s room
Super comforting place and relaxing, but it can become kind of humid
Frequent naps at Tsu’s dorm bedroom have become so common that she has little bean bag seats that people sleep on
Color palette of greens and pinks
Think of a pastel version of kid core, with the mixed color fabrics
Her closet is also an entirely different post, but I’m picturing bucket hats and pastel overalls with different colors and patch sizes
You know those framed glass cases of bugs? Yes, those but a lot of them
Like they’re hanging up by pictures of her friends
Butterflies, iridescent winged beetles, etc.
Like the wood around them is an orangish color and honestly I might just draw this up later
I cannot stress this enough, but pictures of her friends both in and out of school as well as pictures of her family and herself growing up
Post cards from all over pinned up on her walls and cork boards
Generic, I know, but frog themed little details that are mainly jokes
Music isn’t as loud or used as Bakugou, but when she does play music, it’s most likely a shared playlist that everyone created
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Straight up, grunge. kid. bedroom.
Gotta put aside my biases for him for the rest of this
Either looks like a vacant room or the pure embodiment of a teenage boy’s room
I’m going with the latter for the rest of this
Clothes and trash are just all over the floor, save for a few spaces
His bed has been made once, maybe twice
But it is the most comfortable shit you would ever sleep in
I speak from experience of my own bed
Posters line the wall so much to the point where there’s very little actual wall space
These range from prints he likes, bands, movies, heroes he admires Aizawa, to joke posters like, “Live, Laugh, Love <3” and, “~Home is where the heart grows fonder~”
The LED lights desperately need a battery change because it’s more of a dim light, but that’s for another time to change
Jackets and hoodies over his chairs
Has a little gaming station beside his desk
I choose to believe his gaming chair and setup itself is the biggest thing that he has splurged on
The side of his monitor and the top of his desk are covered in stickers he’s collected over the years
Tapestry over his bed
Vintage cassette and record albums
As cluttered as everything is, it’s still somewhat spacious because the clutter is grouped together to provide a walkway
Much like myself, his closet is somewhat bare because all of his clothing he wears is from piles of clean and dirty clothing on the floor
Signature purple and black bedding and overall theme
There’s always music, like no matter what, but the difference between Shinsou and Bakugou is that Shinsou’s music is usually quiet
Wide variety of music, but at night it’s his an entirely different playlist of Lofi
He may not sleep at night 9/10, but at least it isn’t as chaotic and exhausting
Collection of bottle caps and tabs by his bed
Water bottles are everywhere, but at least the majority of them are refilled
At this point I’m just naming off how my room is rn
Half of his chargers are broken or living on 1%
Hair ties that are clinging onto life have their own little dish on his desk
Usually the curtains and blinds are closed
On the back of his door there’s a coat rack that’s used exclusively for his bag and also the capture weapon
Weights and overall workout equipment are frequently used but also so easily lost
The Grind Never Stops
I think the only pictures he would have would be of like sneaked pictures of him and Aizawa training
Aizawa’s in the back doing whatever pose and Shinsou’s either hold up a blurry peace sign to the camera or painfully imitating it
They’re a little frayed at the edges most of the time, but it just makes them more sentimental and fit in with the aesthetic
11/10, would recommend vibing in his room
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jayvoir · 3 years
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jealousy — choi yeonjun
word count: 2k words
warnings: smut, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, drinking, unprotected sex, jealous!yeonjun, fingering, degradation, slight exhibitionism, choking, dirty talk, hair pulling
summary: you had been thinking of your best friend in more than friendly ways recently. what happens when he gets jealous on a night out?
authors note: this is my first smut so please be nice lol, i’m trying here 😭 @hoe2z this is for you ;)
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“y/n, go out with us, please!! you promised,” beomgyu begged with a pout. you shook your head playfully, debating in your mind whether you wanted to go or not.
“y/n come on! we’re literally begging here,” soobin said, a pout also present on his lips. they had been trying to get you to go out with them for a while, but you always put it off. clubbing wasn’t your scene, so you avoided it at all costs. but, that’s kind of hard when you’re friends with the choi line.
just as you were about to decline yet again, yeonjun walked in wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a maroon button down shirt that fit his form nicely. the first few buttons were undone, exposing a small part of his chest. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, a rush of electricity flowing through you.
he smirked at the look on your face, knowing the effect he had on you. he knew he could use this to his advantage to get you to go. “y/n? please? come with us,” he said, voice laced with fake arrogance. you couldn’t say no to yeonjun so you sighed and agreed to go.
you trudged up to your room, digging through your closet, trying to find the right outfit. you knew what you were going for, and that was knock yeonjun off his feet. you settled for a cropped tight fitted long sleeve paired with a short leather skirt. you slipped on a pair of black heels, and lightly dusted your face with makeup. you were ready in no less than 30 minutes and you smirked at yourself as you looked in the mirror. suddenly, you were excited to go out.
you made your way down the stairs, meeting up with the boys at the bottom. soobin and beomgyu started cheering, telling you how hot they thought you looked. you smiled and thanked them, your eyes drifting to yeonjun. his eyes were dark, looking you up and down. it suddenly felt incredibly hot in the room as he stared you down. all you could do was smirk slightly, making yeonjun tense up.
“shall we go,” beomgyu suggested, not even noticing the tension in the room. everyone agreed, and piled into the car. yeonjun was in the drivers seat, you in the passengers seat beside him, beomgyu and soobin in the back. yeonjun started the car and started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other arm resting on the center console.
something about the way he was driving was really getting to you. you kept glancing at him, doing your very best not to make it obvious. however, the universe seemed to have different plans. he glanced at you and chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “what,” you asked, confusion laced into your voice.
he smirked once more, glancing back at the boys to see if they were listening. they weren’t, they were caught up in some game they were playing together. “you act like i can’t see you practically drooling over me,” he said, cockily. you tensed up in your seat, not knowing what to say. what do you say to that?
“oh um-”
“i’m not complaining. you look hot,” he complimented, the same shit eating grin on his lips. you playfully shook your head, not thinking he was being serious. you turned the radio up and just sat there the rest of the ride, not noticing the looks yeonjun kept throwing at you.
a short time later, he pulled up to the side of the street, parallel parking in front of a few clubs. you all piled out of the car, deciding which club to go into. they ultimately decided on the club with the shortest line, and dragged you over to the entrance, almost making you trip since you were wearing heels.
the line moved pretty fast, you guys getting up to the front in about ten minutes. you showed your id’s and headed inside, going straight to the bar. “i’m gonna go dance,” soobin yelled over the music after getting a drink. you all nodded, beomgyu following him, you taking a seat at the bar. yeonjun took a seat next to you, also getting a drink.
a few drinks later, beomgyu hurried up to you, basically ripping you out of your seat at the bar. “come dance with us,” he exclaimed as he dragged you out to the dance floor, yeonjun following close behind. you were surrounded by sweaty bodies, some of them making out or groping each other, everyone else just dancing and having a good time. you started dancing with beomgyu, and when the song switched to a more sensual song, it was more like grinding on him.
beomgyu didn’t mind, the both of you knew it didn’t meant anything. however, yeonjun seemed to think different. he stood to the side, staring you down as you danced on beomgyu, him clenching his hands into a fist. a moment later, he decided he couldn’t watch anymore. he stormed over to the both of you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to a bathroom in the back. “yeonjun, what the hell are you doing,” you yelled, trying to pry his hand off of your wrist.
he pulled you into the bathroom, slamming the door closed, locking it. he turned to look at you, his eyes dark. he stalked over to you, making you back up, eventually hitting your back against the wall. you gulped and looked up at him, feeling small underneath his gaze. “what the fuck was that all about?”
you racked your brain trying to come up with what he was talking about. and then you remembered what you were doing when he walked up. “the dancing on beomgyu? what about it,” you asked, confused beyond belief. “oh my god. you’re jealous aren’t you?”
he pushed you up against the wall further, leaning down to your ear. “so what if i was? what if i wanted you all to myself,” he said, his voice husky, sending shivers down your spine. he smirked when you didn’t respond, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
“i guess i’m just gonna have to prove to them that you’re mine.” you were slightly confused as to why yeonjun was randomly acting like this, but you definitely were not complaining. you were willing to fully give yourself to him, whatever that meant.
he leaned in and roughly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. his hands were on your waist in no time, pulling you closer to him. he began to kiss from the corner of your mouth, down to your neck, beginning to leave a few hickeys. he smirked to himself once he heard you whimper, his hands making his way up your shirt. he trailed his kisses down to your collarbone, leaving a few more love bites along the way.
you whimpered once more, making him pull away and look at you, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. “what are you whimpering for,” he asked tauntingly. he chuckled deeply, when you didn’t respond, making you slightly nervous for what was going to happen next.
“if you don’t tell me what you want, i can’t help you, babygirl,” he teased. his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your core, making you look up at him, a needy look in your eyes. “so tell me princess. what can i do for you?”
you shyly reached for his hand, and placed it over your core, his hand ghosting over the fabric that covered it, making you whimper once more. he stuck his bottom lip out, finding your neediness incredibly attractive. “aw look at you being all shy now. does princess want me to touch her?”
you nodded quickly, still holding his hand where it you placed it. “y-yes please...” you said quietly. he smirked as he pulled your skirt down, pulling your panties down achingly slow. “yeonjun, p-please,” you whined, gripping onto his shirt.
“patience, baby. you’ll get what you want i promise,” he whispered, running his hands up and down your sides. he brought one hand up to your mouth, you immediately opening as he put his index finger in your mouth. once it was wet, he took his finger out, smirked and brought his hand back to your core. he ran the one finger through your folds, making you moan quietly.
“you’re so wet baby, and i haven’t even done anything yet,” he mocked. he began rubbing slow circles on your clit, making you grip onto his shirt tighter, wanting more. after doing this, he slowly inserted two fingers into your sex, making you gasp and grip onto his shoulder.
“feel good princess?” all you could muster up was a nod as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of your heat, making you moan louder. he kept going as he started kissing your neck again, only adding to the stimulation. before you knew it, you felt the familiar knot form in your stomach and you began to shake.
“j-jun i’m close,” you spoke, your voice shaking. as the words rolled off of your tongue, he pulled his fingers out and pulled away from your neck, making you whine loudly.
“no whining,” he demanded, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he was left in his boxers, a prominent bulge poking out. you took a deep breath at the size, looking back up at him. he came back up to you, wrapped his arms around your thighs, picked you up and set you on the sink.
he hastily kicked his boxers off, spreading your legs with his knees. he ran his length up and down your folds, simply teasing you to get you riled up. “how bad do you want it, babygirl?”
you reached up and gripped onto his shoulder, desperately wanting to be relieved of the ache between your legs. “please yeonjun, i-i need you,” you begged. he leaned back down to your neck, pressing kisses to the fresh hickeys as he pushed into you easily, due to how wet you had become. the stretch felt magnificent, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
he began rolling his hips into yours, the pain disappearing, being replaced by a sense of bliss. he reached up and wrapped his hand in the base of your hair, pulling your head back, making you moan loudly. “look at you. such a dirty little slut, taking my cock like that. you like that don’t you,” he said, his thrusts becoming quicker.
“you’re taking me so well princess, doing so good for me,” he spoke, words becoming slurred. he gradually became rougher with his movements, tugging on your hair again, making you let out a loud moan.
“that’s a good girl, let everyone hear how good you’re being for me.” you began to feel the knot form in the pit of your stomach once again, making you begin to shake. you gripped onto his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin, sure to leave marks. he took his hand out of your hair and moved it to your neck, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. not enough to hurt you, but enough to have you seeing stars.
“i-i’m so close-” he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, his movements never stopping. the kiss was full of need, you wrapping your hand in his hair, tugging as the pleasure became more intense.
“you gonna cum? come on princess, cum for me, let everyone know who you belong to,” he said, his thrusts becoming sloppier, signaling he was getting close as well. before you knew it you were cumming, yeonjun beginning to rub at your clit only making the pleasure more intense, a loud, animal like moan coming out of your mouth.
yeonjun pulled out, stroking himself a few times, before cumming on your thigh, letting out a breath he was holding. you both had to catch your breath for a moment, looking at each other and smiling. he helped you get dressed, tugging his pants back on, buttoning his shirt back up. you turned around to look in the mirror, wanting to fix your hair, but froze at the sight. your neck was covered in love bites, some darker than others.
yeonjun noticed as well, and all he did was chuckle. “now they’ll know who you belong to.”
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falsegoodnight · 3 years
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a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*). 
*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only
main list ~
✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k
Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.
so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!
✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k
Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.
rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs 
✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k
The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.
After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.
so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3
✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k
Harry's scared of history repeating itself.
this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!
✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k
Louis visits Harry in Portland
this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3
✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k
Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.
always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!
✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg
It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.
You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.
have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333
✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k
Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis. 
loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3
✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k
There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.
love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!
✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter​ | E | 20k
Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.
The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.
What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.
✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k
There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.
And Louis.
queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!
✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k
Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.
really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3
✰ Some Things Take Root* by  navigator & quitter | E | 50k
Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.
stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!
✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k
When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.
i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3
✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k
It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 
the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!
✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k
Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.
Harry Styles begs to differ.
ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!
wips ~
✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11
So maybe Louis’ in over his head.
He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.
am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3
✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16 
Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.
caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)
non-1d ~
✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k
Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.
first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!
finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:
my fics ~
✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg 
Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.
If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!
*if i made any errors, please let me know :)
enjoy!
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Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken
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A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog​ because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3
Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 3.5k+
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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.
There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.
"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."
She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."
"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."
She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.
All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.
'But Y/n, I really do love you.'
There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.
The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.
"Hey, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur."
The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"
"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."
"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"
"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.
"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."
"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"
"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"
"An hour it is."
Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.
"Do you think she's gonna do it?"
Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."
"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.
"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'
Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.
"Hey, guys!"
Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"
"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"
"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."
The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.
"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"
Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."
"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."
The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.
"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.
"Uh, no. I think she had work today."
"Oh, what about Y/n?"
Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'
"I... she's not coming."
"Why's that?"
"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."
"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'
"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."
"Why'd you even do that?"
"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with.  That's why I met Elise."
"Clay... you're an idiot."
"I know."
Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Yes, Wilbur?"
He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."
"What is it?"
"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"
"Yeah..."
Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"
Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."
Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'
"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.
"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."
"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."
"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.
"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.
"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.
"It's Y/n."
"What?"
"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.
"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"
Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Clay."
"Hey, Y/n."
"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"
"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.
"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"
"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."
She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."
"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"
"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."
"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.
Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.
Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box.  A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.
At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.
Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.
No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.
"Morning, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.
"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"
"Yes, I need to."
"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.
George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?
"Here we are."
Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.
"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.
She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.
As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.
"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"
"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"
"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"
"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."
"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"
"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."
"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"
"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."
"Why?"
"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."
He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."
"Thank you."
The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"
"I'm fine, Wilbur."
"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"
"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."
Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.
"You ready, Y/n?"
"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.
"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.
"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."
With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.
Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.
Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.
Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."
"Morning, Wilbur."
Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.
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heretherebedork · 2 years
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Francis watched Tharntype (Day 3)
First thought: ... I am doing this to myself.
Second thought, better add a cut!
Episode 7
I would honestly love Techno if I hadn't been so twitchy about his previous ally-homophobia. But he is a fun character, no denials. Even if I do prefer his actor in LBC/LBC2.
Techno accepting the drink each time is amusing.
If I were Type, I'd probably kill Tharn for telling Techno when I so clearly didn't want him to know. How the fuck did he survive this relationship again? Ah, so they agreed. Nevermind, I suppose.
Oh wow it's the idiot comedy episode apparently?
Seo and Klui, still best characters.
Klui is way more invested in this than I am. But that's not hard.
Aww, he said it in Korean. That was darling. CHAOS BOYS.
The way Type smiles at his dad is exactly how he smiled at Puifai. I truly like that smile. It's so sweet. Too bad it's NEVER aimed at Tharn.
Yeah, Type is the kind of tsundere I don't tend to like as much. I'm a Kit (2Moons2) type of tsundere fan. The ones who melt and go all gooey.
Look, I won't deny that they're being cute this episode. I'm just saying that this came out of nowhere and has no right being here. This is like Pai randomly accepting Itt's romantic approach because the writers wanted his parents to be homophobic. It's here because the writer didn't know what else to do with their dynamic.
I like both Type and Tharn as characters apart from each other more than together.
And, of course, we have the 'creepy, gay' foreigner to stare at Type like a piece of meat. Why not? That definitely fits the vibes of this show. And then grabs him and speaks in shitty English in his ear. Of course.
Man, this show is like a rollercoaster.
FYI I don't like rollercoasters.
Also, Type... you have a boyfriend. And poor Kom is about to come out to him, isn't he? Ugh, poor Kom. He deserves better friends. But also, Type, again. AGAIN. You have a boyfriend. I hope you'd at least cool down with hating all the gays.
I love Kom. He's my favorite now. Could he be the next main character we follow? Oh. Wait. MAME. Nevermind. I hope he never, ever gets his own show.
I really do like them apart. Apparently Tharn can follow boundaries over the phone?
Cute Moment 5: Type admitting he missed Tharn. Hey, we got the smile!
Type: I hate gay people. Every single person Type has ever met: FYI turns out I'm gay.
Okay, Champ is darling. @absolutebl I am suddenly drawn to continue this hellhole I've dug myself by rewatching TT2 but actually watching it just to see Champ sort of get his Doctor.
I see high school outfits and I cringe because it's either Tar not being allowed to be comforted or it's something to do with Kengkla.
There is a real irony to Tum wearing an "I don't care" t-shirt when he's so worried about Tar. I wish they'd been able to give Tar some real comfort. Poor boy.
Ugh, poor darling Kom. I love him.
Look, I won't deny that they do have chemistry and know how to use it. I'll just argue that their chemistry doesn't fit their actual relationship.
Man, it's the original in versus out of the closet BL couple. They're more common now and I deeply don't appreciate that.
Type orders sushi the way I do. Everything is raw and just keep throwing it at me until I explode. Ugh, now I want sushi. Especially ikura and makeral. That sounds so good. I could do this weekend...
Watching Type torture Tharn with raw fish is my new favorite thing.
How is Tharn's family so fantastic and he's so boundary stomping?
But also, like, asking Type to come out to Tharn's family, on his birthday, as the first time he actively comes out to people? That's not stressful at all. Ugh.
Type: I'm already yours. Type: But I'm not coming out of the closet. Type: I'm not gonna be open about our relationship. Type: No one is allowed to know. Type: And I still hate gay people. Type: Otherwise, I'm yours.
Episode 8
Tar is made of pain and trauma and I continue to be peeved that he never gets the comfort or therapy he really, really should have.
Tharn's family is the best set of characters in the show, seriously. I love them all. They deserved better than being in the rest of this show.
I might also love San. I'm mostly here for the side characters.
omfg Type how exactly do you plan on keeping this a secret when all of your friends are extremely observant idiots?
Type just want from "I hate this fucker as my roommate and would do anything to move out and being in a literal war with him" to defending him and none of his friends question this?
I love the random excuses for getting off the phone everyone has.
Seriously, they're cutest together on the phone than they are in person. Why? How does that work?
Ah, condoms as a gift. At least that's cute and amusing and makes sense. I'm down with it.
Strawberry with a Thai accent stands as one of my favorite spoken words ever.
lol oh, of course, Type had to be all jealous because of some guy that he's never asked Tharn about or spoken to him in the slightest before making All The Assumptions. And, of course, Tharn just enjoys that. I... guess?
Techno is just as confused as me about this thing with Type and the jealousy and the not seeming to love Tharn a ton. On the other hand, Techno can do things about it in the show and I respect him for that!
No, seriously, I like San. He's amusing. And the way Type looks at him is fucking hysterical.
You know what, Techno and San would have been an adorable couple. Much better than who he ended up with, frankly.
I love San. I really do. I mean, he's obviously a little bitch but I'm okay with that. He's my kind of garbage in this not-my-garbage at all show. I have no idea why he works so well for me. I think it's because he's pointing out all these flaws in their relationship.
Tharn, Type never listens. You also never listen. I take back some things I said. Maybe they were made for each other. Type doesn't listen, Tharn doesn't understand boundaries.
This is probably why most people don't move in together after they've been in a relationship for like a week. You have been together longer long distance than actually together.
Like, why the fuck would you move in together in this situation?
lol they broke up. So the show is over? No. No, there's almost twenty minutes left in just this episode. How?
Oh, I guess they're not breaking up? Maybe?
Cute Moment 6: Type reaching out to shyly touch Tharn's back while he apologizes.
Okay, the two of them in the bed is a good shot. But it's also just... why none of this works. They moved in too fast, almost instantly, and now they're realizing that they don't know each other AT ALL and maybe don't know enough to, y'know, be in a relationship or living together yet.
Remember kids, good sexual chemistry doesn't guarantee the rest of your relationship will work!
Why would you sit on the same couch as him if you're mad enough not to want to talk to him?
Instead of just begging forgiveness, maybe y'all try actually talking to each other about these issues? Like feeling unheard or like you don't know each other is something you need to TALK about not just apologize and then ignore.
Really Type? Really? Tharn is allowed to have had a sex life before he met you. I don't even like him and I can't imagine caring.
Ah, so I love San less now.
Man, MAME does love a manipulative character trying to break up two people.
Okay, so they talked, but only off-screen because... we don't get to see how the relationship works? I guess?
Why are you sleeping on the couch you have a perfectly good bed RIGHT THERE.
lol really? /watches preview...
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oh, so.... Type's an idiot who still doesn't listen to Tharn? What a shocker there.
Good sexual chemistry does not a relationship make!
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summary: a drunken mishap leads you to reconcile with someone from your past. (based off this prompt)
pairing: andy barber x reader 
word count: 2.1k
author’s note: this fic has been sitting in my drafts, half finished, for like months. i hope you enjoy!
warnings: extremely brief mention of cheating
“I just think things would be better if we… you know, saw other people,” Oliver explained through the phone. 
You sighed dejectedly into the microphone, before deciding to hang up, and aggressively tossing your phone onto the leather seat next to you. You’d already had a shit day at work, and you really didn’t think that you could handle all of this today. Especially considering that you were almost certain that there was the hint of a feminine giggle in the background of that call.
You’d been expecting this for a while, your relationship with Oliver had been falling apart- slowly but surely- for a few months now, and he was ‘working late’ way too many nights for you not to be the slightest bit suspicious. But it still hurt, you were now single, and you’d essentially wasted a precious year of your life with a douchebag who ended up leaving you anyway.
You pressed your foot on the gas, and began your drive back home, before telling yourself fuck it, and deciding to turn onto a side road so you could head to your local pub. 
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Several drinks later, you were extremely drunk. From that point on, everything was a bit of a blur.
You stumbled out of the bar (against your own will? You vaguely remember someone telling you that you needed to leave), sat in the back of an Uber (how much did you tell them? Probably too much), arrived at your home (but why weren’t your keys working?).
Things were a bit less blurry here. You can remember yourself repeatedly stabbing your keys into the door, and when that didn’t seem to work, deciding to hoist yourself over your fence, and get in through the back.
During this whole ordeal, you tripped over a seat on the patio, losing a shoe in doing so, and nearly fell into a pool, since when did my house have a pool? You ignored that thought, then opened the back door, getting in with no resistance. 
You hobbled inside, closed the door behind you, then stumbled up the stairs, before finally finding your (?) bedroom. You flopped down in bed before realizing that you really needed to pee, and as you went to go find your bathroom, everything seemed to go black. 
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You woke up extremely disoriented in a vaguely familiar bathtub. It faintly smelled of pine, and possibly a hint of vanilla. The tub had a modern and sleek look, yet appeared to be as sterile as a hospital room. This was absolutely not your home. But it possibly belonged to someone you knew. The tiles lining the wall did seem to ring a bell somewhere deep in the foggy abyss of your hungover brain. 
As you sat up, you groaned due to the consistent pulsing in your head. This had to be one of the worst hangovers you’d had in a while, and you were lucky that you didn’t lean over and empty the contents of your stomach right that instant.
“Stupid fucking Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. “You’re lucky all of your organs are still intact.” After stating this, you glanced down at your torso just to make sure. But a larger question still remained, where were you? Did you hook up with someone? Did you just randomly break into someone’s home? That’s a little ridiculous. Who would do something like that?
Apparently, drunk you would. In the process of exiting the tub, you concluded that you absolutely were in someone elses' gargantuan of a home, and that that person was undoubtedly down the hall, taking a phone call. Also, you were definitely missing a shoe.
You glared at yourself in the mirror, smeared makeup on your face, hair that looked so frizzy that you may as well have been struck by lightning, and of course the overwhelming scent of dry liquor that seemed to be seeping out of your skin. You turned on the sink and splashed your face, trying to completely wake up, and to partially figure out if this was real life, or just a horrible dream. 
“Fuck!” you exclaimed out loud to yourself. How would you even get out of this situation alive? Perhaps you could find a window to jump out of. No, too dangerous. Hide in the bathroom until the man leaves? Well, everyone has to go to the bathroom at some point. Leave without being spotted? Mhm, very likely. Go talk to the homeowner? It doesn’t seem like you have any other option right now. You internally screamed at yourself for being so reckless, especially having gone through all of this drama for a guy who didn’t deserve one ounce of your attention.
You slipped off your remaining shoe, then slowly made your way out of the bathroom, peeking behind the doorway to see if the coast was clear, and trying to plan your explanation in the process. As you peered around, searching for the quickest and easiest exit, you realized just how familiar the home was. But what really did it for you was a painting on the wall. 
This was Andy Barber’s home. The same man you hooked up with a few times before ghosting. You sighed exasperatedly at your own poor decision making for what felt like the millionth time that morning.
You had to get the hell out of here. Fast. Lost shoe be damned.
You somewhat remembered the floor plan, so managing to get out unnoticed began to seem just a tad bit more possible. You began to jog it down the hall, trying not to be too heavy footed as you went, in the event that Andy was standing in the eyeline of one of the open doors. Unfortunately for you, in the midst of your beeline down the hall, you were spotted. 
“What the..? You know what Lynn, I’ll call you back in a bit.”
“I can explain! Don’t like… kill me or something. I promise you that this is just a big misunderstanding,” you were speaking without really processing anything that you were saying. You turned to face the man, and couldn’t help but to smirk a bit at the sight of him. You forgot just how attractive he was, with a full beard, fluffy hair, and soft blue eyes that seemed to be boring straight into your soul from across the room. Not to mention his sculpted body, which you swore you could make out beneath his sweatpants, and worn white shirt. Really, Y/N? First you ghost a man, break into his home a year later, and now you’re objectifying him? 
You moved towards the door and began to speak again, your words flowing out at a million miles per minute, “Uhm, so long story short, I basically got really drunk last night, and I thought your house was mine, so I kinda broke in. But I’ll be seeing myself out now,” You gave a curt smile, and looked towards the stairs. “Before I go, any chance that you’ve seen my left shoe somewhere around here?”
It was clear that Andy was very confused, but as you read his face, you could see that he was far more intrigued than angry. “Hey, not so fast.” He approached you quickly, his eyebrows lifting in surprise, and his mouth gaping open slightly. “No fuckin’ way. Y/N?”
You scratched the back of your head awkwardly and nodded, “yeah.” 
“You’re not getting off the hook that easily. Lucky for you, I was about to make breakfast, aaaand I’m not totally opposed to being joined,” he gave you a genuine smile, and a playful little shrug. 
“That’s fine with me but- this sounds kinda strange- can I use your shower first?”
“Go right ahead. Mi casa su casa, right? I mean, kinda sounds like that’s what you were thinking last night,” Andy peered at you inquisitively at this, “I’m just kidding. Feel free to use anything you need.”
You couldn’t even blame Andy for his passive aggression, but that didn’t stop you from sulking the whole way back into the bathroom.
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“I forgot how good your water pressure is,” you announced while coming down the stairs, clad in a college hoodie that you’d found in the depths of Andy’s closet, and shorts that were just a tad too large for you.
“Thanks, I guess?” Andy flipped a pancake, then turned to get a good look at you. 
“You’re welcome. It smells so good down here,” you slipped into a barstool at his granite island, and observed him while he cooked, “so... you still live here alone?” You asked while you were passed a mug of coffee.
“Well, yeah. I mean that’s kind of what happens after your wife and son die.”
“Uhm.. sorry. For bringing that up again,” you glanced down awkwardly at your dark drink. 
“It’s okay, they’ve been gone for a while,” he sat down at his seat, setting down a plate of food for you and himself. “What’ve you been up to? Apart from breaking and entering, of course.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” you began, cutting into a syrup-soaked pancake. “You’re no saint either. I can’t think of anyone in their right mind who would gladly break bread with someone who drunkenly broke into their home.”
“That’s fair,” Andy stated, almost dismissively. “But it's not like we’re total strangers. We have history.”
You scoffed at this, “like hell we do,” you muttered. “Anyway, things with me have been pretty boring. Same job. I had a boyfriend, but he just dumped me like, 12 hour ago. I’m pretty sure that he’s been cheating on me for like, the past four months.”
“That sucks,” Andy commented, shoveling a piece of pancake into his mouth. 
“Yeah, it does. How about you?”
“You know, same old. Still an ADA, still getting messages from random people about that trial, and of course, still perpetually lonely.”
“By no means do I mean to impede, but maybe you’d be a little less lonely if you let people in,” you suggested, looking up from your food to Andy, whose face gave away the offense he was feeling, “I said maybe.”
“What do you mean?” He questioned, brows furrowing.
“Come on, Andrew. You know exactly what I mean. Like with us, I thought everything was going perfectly well, until I was half asleep and you were telling me that you weren’t ready to commit. Literally moments after you were balls-deep in me.”
“Don’t call me that, Y/N,” Andy squinted at you in agitation. “Is that why you stopped picking up my calls?”
“What do you think?”
He sighed softly, “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been trying to do better. I talk to a… counselor… every now and then. Everything’s just been different ever since they passed, you know? It’s hard to form connections after your most intimate ones disappear in the blink of an eye.”
You frowned a bit at the man, and set down your fork. “I get it. I’m sorry.”
“Do you, though? Get it?”
“Not really. I was just trying to be supportive,” you turned a bit in your seat to get a better view of Andy. “I just wonder if we had this conversation a year ago if you and I would be in a better position now. I really liked you a lot.”
Andy was silent for a moment, and observed you pensively. “Let’s try again, then. It seems like you and I both are ready for something new.”
“Oh Andy,” you rubbed the back of your neck anxiously. “I just got out of a relationship less than a day ago.”
“Then we can take this, whatever it might end up being, slow. It would be nice to have a friend around who doesn’t just want to talk about work, and tell me that they’re sorry for my loss.”
You nodded, “I’ll probably need a shoulder to cry on at some point sooner than later.”
“So... friends?”
“Friends,” you agreed with a smile and a lift of your shoulders. 
Part of you hoped that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something great.
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You Saved Me - Derek Halex fem!reader part 14
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For the first time in a while, I woke up happy. Sure, the situation we were all in was no reason to be happy, but I would take waking up next to Derek over anything. In this moment anyway. 
Derek hummed in his sleep, nuzzling his face into my neck. I smiled, turning my head a little to press a kiss to his cheek. He opened his eyes that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. 
“Good morning.” He mumbled, pulling his arms away and sitting up. I turned on my back and pouted up at him. 
“Someone doesn’t like cuddling in the morning?” 
He got out of bed, getting dressed, “Any other day, yes. But I have something to do this morning.” He threw a shirt in my direction. I caught it, got out of bed and dressed myself. 
“I’ll remember that.” I took off my clothes that I had worn throughout the night and pulled on Derek’s shirt. It was soft cotton and it smelled like him. It was a little big so it would have to be tied with a ponytail holder. I looked over, seeing my jacket hanging up on the back of his door, “Mind tossing me my jacket?” He grabbed it off the door and tossed it my way. As it flew through the air, an envelope fell on the floor. Derek stared at the envelope and picked it up, looking it over. 
“Oh my god, I completely forgot about that.” I took the envelope from his hands. It had some water damage but the words were still readable on the outside. 
“The Lunar Circle?” His jaw clenched. 
“Yeah, do you know anything about this?” I asked, opening it up. 
“Your parents were a part of it.” 
“Really?” I grinned, opening up the very official looking letter. 
To (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), 
We send our condolences in the matter of your parents passing, all of us here at the Lunar Circle cherished your family and we think of them fondly. 
As two of our founding members, your parents were meant to travel to our facility to discuss relations between them and the clan of hunters in your area, the Argents. Since they have passed, this duty falls to you - the sole survivor of your clan. 
We will have a messenger arrive soon to bring you to Shetland, in the northern Isles of Scotland. Please pack warm. 
We look forward to meeting you, 
Sincerely, 
Praetor Lachlan McLeod
I read the letter aloud, Derek was becoming more and more stern. 
“I mean, it seems like they want me to go whether I like it or not. But I think they would be able to take the rest of the spell away so I could remember.” I smiled and looked up. The smile dropped, “But you don’t seem as enthusiastic as I do.” 
“Only werewolves who get invited can go. I can’t go with you.” 
"I mean, they probably wouldn't care. You're my partner."
“That’s not the point.” He walked back to his dresser, grabbing his leather jacket that he had draped there. 
“Then what is the point, Derek?” He didn’t answer, walking out the door and into the hallway. 
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” I called, storming after him. 
He stopped abruptly in the hall and turned around, “The point is that I can’t be there with you. I can’t stop any of those people from taking you away from me.”
“Are you insinuating that I would cheat on you?” I glared.
“No.” His face softened, “But they could use the spell against you. A condition that they could have would be to break our bond so you can get your memories back.” He held my face in his hands, making me look up into his eyes, “I want you to remember, but I want to be there for it.” 
“You said I’m stubborn. Maybe I could convince whoever is going to show up that I need you to come with me.” I smiled, “I’m gonna go home and look through some of the stuff from my house.” 
“I’ll call you after I get done here.” He kissed my nose. 
“And what are you doing?” 
“Erica’s getting Jackson so we can test if he’s the kanima.” He started walking again. 
“Uh and what if he is?” I asked nervously, “Listen, I am all for killing him on a good day but you can’t kill him. There has to be a cure.” 
“And if there isn’t?” 
Rubbing my temples, I thought for a moment. Pros: - No more kanima...No more Jackson... Con: Prison for Derek. Regardless of morals, the kanima was dangerous to everyone. 
“Make it look like an accident.” 
As I made my way out of the depot, Erica was walking in, dragging Jackson by his bicep. 
“Erica.” I nodded, smiling brightly. 
“(Y/N).” She smiled back. It seemed like after the kanima attack there was a silent understanding between the two of us.
“Wait!” Jackson called, trying to get out of her grasp, “Wait! (Y/N)!” There was a sick part of me that was going to think about his calling to me for help later and smile. 
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It was late morning when I got home. Stiles had given me hell through text but that was just how he showed his love. The next thing was to stop staring at the cardboard boxes that held the remaining pieces of my life that had been stashed in my closet. Out of sight, out of mind since I really wanted to distance myself from the memory of my parents death and all of the fact that my parents had unfairly taken memories of my life away. I understand that they did it to protect our family, but at the end of the day... that didn’t seem to make much of a difference. 
Time to bite the bullet. I kneeled down in front of the closet and pulled out the box labeled: (Y/L/N) Evidence #24. I looked over my shoulder to make sure the door was closed, then grew a claw on my pointer finger to cut the tape on the box. Was that lazy? Of course, but I think anyone in my position would. I took a deep breath and opened the box. I wish that I was hit with a wave of nostalgia, the smells of home, but all I could smell was smoke. 
I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the sides of the box, “Come on, don’t cry.” I sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay. Blowing out air, I opened my eyes again. Inside the box were photo albums. I took out the one I recognized most, it was a dark teal color with our last name in gold cursive font. I traced the letters fondly. Opening it up, I saw pictures with my parents from when they bought this house, bringing me home from the hospital, pictures of my parents and Stiles’ hanging out. They all looked so happy, they were laughing and having fun. I lightly touched Aunt Claudia’s smiling face. It was still hard to believe that she was gone, but she was sick... She couldn’t live like that any longer. I flipped through the book, watching Stiles and I grow up. Birthdays, slumber parties. Slowly Scott popped up in the pictures until we became a trio. But Stiles and I were always together. Which made me wonder how much of my life was missing if he was the only friend I could remember. 
The rest of the box was documents that had been found in the safe in the basement. It was a miracle that had found the safe since it had been hidden in the wall. Deeds, marriage license, birth certificates, social security. In the next box, there were some of my baby things. But this box has become more interesting. Family heirlooms that I had only seen once when they were being cleaned. At the bottom of the box was a wooden box that I definitely didn’t remember. 
“Jack pot.” I smiled and lifted it out of the box. It was a dark stained wooden box with intricate vines and flowers decorating the borders. There was a stamp burned into the top. My last initial in a full moon, stars randomly placed around it. 
I opened the clasp, lifting the lid open carefully. There was a glass bottle, sealed with teal wax. The neck of the bottle was wrapped in twine with a bronze charm, on the charm was a wolf. It was filled with dried herbs and what looked to be a lock of hair, my hair. I set the bottle aside, wanting to bring it to Deaton to figure out what was inside. But I was fairly certain this was the spell jar that took my memories away. The next thing inside that I pulled out was a scroll, sealed with the same teal wax and this time the crest was more visible, it was the same crest as on the box. 
I carefully removed the wax from the paper to not break the seal, unrolling the papers. The larger of the two was a family tree, more family that I could even imagine that I had, going back ten generations. But the tree got smaller and smaller until I was the last branch. I am the last member of my family. That made me feel more alone than before. 
The next paper was more recent looking and it was addressed to me. 
𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, (𝘠/𝘕).
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴.
𝘉𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 - 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘥
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, making sure my tears didn’t smug the ink on the page. They acknowledged that they did wrong and they were planning on reversing the spell. And seeing my mother’s handwriting again? The best. 
In the bottom of the wooden box was a white package that had been faded yellow. The package was labeled with the name of the local pharmacy where you could also get photos developed. I took out the thick stack of photos and gasped. Christmas morning when I was twelve, I was looking up into the camera but my face was hidden by the glare coming from my eyes. Another picture had me with a wrist brace on, a thumbs up and a smile. Then the next pictures lifted my spirits. It was pictures of Derek and I. From the time we were toddlers until six years ago. Smiling, laughing. Some where he was in his basketball uniform, others when I was in my lacrosse gear. It seemed like Derek was just as much a part of my life as Stiles was. There were pictures of me with Laura Hale, we were on the floor cross legged while she sat behind me, braiding my hair. There was another where I was holding a little toddler on my lap, who I could only assume was Cora. There were even baby pictures of me with this woman I couldn’t recognize...but something told me that it was Derek’s mother Talia. Wait, Talia Hale. I never knew that name before. I was starting to remember. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to remember more. 
But these pictures were important to what I needed. I slipped them back into the package and grabbed the vial, putting them in my bag. 
I started walking down the stairs, feeling happier than this morning, but it all went away when Stiles’ text message. The first was a picture of Lydia at the front of Finstock’s class with someone help me written on the board from an hour ago. The next was a message that had come over that minute.
Stiles:
Isaac and Erica are testing Lydia to see if she’s the kanima... And I think she failed. 
I got downstairs and was stopped by Uncle Noah in the kitchen, his arms were crossed over his chest. I was definitely in trouble. 
“Hi, Uncle Noah-”
“Where have you been?” Straight to the point. 
“Busy. With work and stuff.” My lying was not getting better. I tried to walk past him but he called my name. 
“(Y/N)” I stopped, slowly turning around, “I know you’re an adult, but I promised your mom and dad that if anything happened to them that I would protect you. I mean, you’re gone all day and all night. I get vague text messages after hours.” 
“I’ve just been busy with work, that’s all. Believe it or not, Coach puts in long hours-”
“Now, why am I having trouble believing you?” He looked up at the ceiling as if the answer was written there.
Probably because I’m lying, I’m actually a werewolf, one of many in this town and we’re fighting a teenage mutant murder lizard that may or may not be Lydia, you know Lydia, the girl Stiles was in love with?
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve been working long hours on four murder cases and overworking your brain.”
“Is this about that Lunar Circle thing you got in the mail? What is that thing anyway?” 
I sighed, “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. If it were nothing, you would say that it’s junk.” 
I sighed, “It’s a group my parents were a part of and they want me to go there.” 
“To Scotland? No way.” He shook his head. 
“What? You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m an adult.” 
“You are apart of an open murder investigation where the murderer is still at large. I can’t in good conscience let you leave the state, let alone the country.”
“That’s not your decision to make.” I glared, “I am a legal adult, I am not a suspect, I can leave whenever I want.” 
“Not true. As a part of the agreement with your parents, if they were to be killed, I am to be your guardian for six months, no matter how old you are.” 
I pulled at my hair in frustration, “That’s ridiculous!”
“Call it what it may, but that’s what your parents wanted.” 
“Screw what they wanted!” I snapped, “They took everything from me!”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” He barked back.  I sighed in frustration, grabbing my keys off the counter and storming towards the door. 
“Hey! We’re not done talking!” I kept going, “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), you get back here!” 
I opened the door and looked back, “YOU’RE NOT MY DAD! STOP ACTING LIKE IT!” I slammed the door shut and hurriedly got into my car. I gripped the steering wheel hard, the plastic cracking against my palms. I shouted into the wheel, breathing hard to make sure I didn’t turn in the car. After a few minutes and a lot of breathing, the anger turned to guilt. Uncle Noah was just trying to make sure I was safe and what I said wasn’t fair. He treated me like his own and I should appreciate that more. I’m just relieved I didn’t see the look on his face when I shouted at him, I’m sure I would never be able to get his face out of my head. 
My cell phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts, I pressed answer and held the phone to my ear. 
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“(Y/N)?” 
“Jackson?” My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 
“Duh.” He said in his usual douchey way. Just my luck, the last person I wanted to talk to was calling me. 
“What do you want, trust fund?” I put the phone on speaker and started driving. 
“Look, we need your help. We need you to distract Derek.”
“No problem.” I hung up the phone, driving the short drive it took to get to the depot.
-
I leaned against the doorway leading into the depot, grabbing Derek’s jacket as he walked out.
“Where ya goin’, Der?” He looked back at me, backing up. 
“I was on my way to see you.” 
I smiled, “How coinvent. I just got into a huge fight with my Uncle which I’m sure you felt and I found pictures of us together that I wanted to show you.” I held up the package of photos. 
We had gone back inside the depot, sitting on his mattress. Derek turned the bottle in his hands to get a look at all the herbs inside, “I can see monkshood, mistletoe, salt. Not sure what the rest is.” He handed the bottle back to me. I filled his empty hand with the package of pictures. He took out the stack. He stared at the pictures for a long time, almost like he was memorizing them.
“I lost all my copies of these photos in the fire.” He smiled as he looked through them, “Did you remember anything?” 
“Just one thing.” I handed him the photo and his mother holding me, “I remembered her name, Talia.” He stared at the photo, his face changing. 
“She’s so young here.” He whispered. I rested my head on his shoulder, looking at the photo. She was smiling at me in an exaggerated way, her dark hair tucked behind her ear. She was so beautiful. Derek looked over at me, then out the window. He set the photos down slowly and stood up. Shit.
“You were sent here to distract me, weren’t you?” He stared down accusingly. He felt betrayed, a feeling I didn’t like giving him. 
“I came here to show you the pictures.” I stood up to face him. 
“That may have been what you wanted to do originally, but on your way here they told you to distract me so I couldn’t kill that monster.” He gritted his teeth, moving towards the door at a determined pace. I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. 
“Derek, it’s not Lydia!” 
“How do you know that?” He spun around, his gaze was menacing, but he didn’t scare me anymore, “She failed the test, the kanima venom didn’t affect her. It has to be her.” He slammed the door of the depot open, walking out into the night with me hot on his heels. 
“And what if it’s something else? You told Scott to trust his instincts and I trust mine, it’s not Lydia.” 
“I’m doing this to keep you safe, keep them all safe. Isn’t that what you want?” There was a growl in his voice. I stopped following him, opting to get into my car and speed to Scott’s house. 
I pounded on the front door when I got there, praying that they hadn’t completely padlocked the door yet. Stiles opened the door and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut behind me. 
“I thought you were distracting Derek.” He whispered. 
“I was. He saw through it.” I whispered back. Stiles looked out the window, a grim look on his face. I looked out the opposite window and saw Derek standing outside, with Boyd, Erica and Isaac behind him. I looked back and saw Allison standing in the hall. 
“You need to tell Scott to get here right now.” I looked back on the window, reaching over and touching Stiles’ shoulder. 
“It’s me. You need to get here right now.” 
-
Allison was staring down at her phone, her other hand occupied with a small crossbow. 
“What are you doing?” Stiles asked. 
“I think...” She paused, “I think I have to call my dad.”
“Are you nuts?” I asked. I mean, what could the pack outside do without drawing the attention of the police, not much. Derek wouldn’t go that far... Or at least I hoped he wouldn’t. 
“But if he finds you here, you and Scott-” 
“I know.” She cut Stiles off, clearly frustrated, “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, they’re here to kill Lydia.” She said the last part a little quieter. Jackson and Lydia were upstairs doing... whatever it is exs did. I wouldn’t know, my ex was dead haha.... I wish there was therapy for people like me. Were there werewolf therapists? 
After staring at the pack for a while, Stiles spoke up. 
“I have an idea. Shoot one of ‘em.” Allison and I looked at him.
“Are you serious?” She asked. 
“Stiles, if they get in, I’ll handle it.” I said, not really believing myself. 
“You can’t take a whole pack by yourself. That’s literally impossible. I think.” He said, “We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it! Or at least give it a shot, right?” 
“Okay.” She sighed. 
“No, not okay, have you ever heard about how you’re not supposed to poke the sleeping bear. Shooting one of them would be like-like whacking a sleeping bear with a baseball bat.” I said, very not okay with the plan. 
"They don't think we're gonna fight, one of them gets hit, guarantee you they'll take off. So just shoot one of them."  Stiles said. In theory, yes. In practice, probably not. 
She peeked out the window, "Which one?" 
 "Ummm...Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head." 
“Stiles, are you trying to kill me?” I shoved him, having to pull my arm so I didn’t use my full strength. He yelped, holding his arm. 
"If Scott's able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can." Allison said, looking out the window.
"Okay, um, just shoot one of the other three then." 
"You mean two." Stiles and I stared at her like she had three heads. 
"I mean three." Stiles said. We smushed our cheeks together to look out the window at the same time. Isaac was missing. 
“...Where the Hell is Isaac?" Stiles asked, looking around. Isaac had left his position besides Derek, probably when we were trying to figure out a plan. 
“I’m gonna go protect Lydia.” I backed away from the door and ran upstairs, I got into the room right as I heard the crashing downstairs. Isaac had gotten in. 
“Why are you here?” Lydia said, she breathing was quick and she was on the verge of a panic attack. 
“Me?” I looked around, “Where the hell is Jackson?” I saw Scott’s open window. That slim ball ran at the first sign of danger. I grabbed her hand, pulling her into the bathroom. I closed the door quickly and locked it. 
“What’s going on?” She whispered, tears falling down her face. 
“Someone’s breaking in.” I lied, “Just stay quiet.” I put a finger to my lips. I could hear growling and shouting, a body being slamming into the door hard. I pressed my body against the door, hoping my body could keep it there. 
“Hi-hi- I need the police.” I looked down, seeing Lydia on the phone with the cops. I groaned under my breath, blocking out her phone call to try and listen to what was going on outside. 
“Stiles! It’s here!” I heard Allison shout. My eyes widened. The kanima. It was here, it wasn’t Lydia. I backed away from the door and started to unlock it. 
“What are you doing?!” She shouted. I held out my hand.
“I’m gonna keep you safe. You have to trust me.” She stared at my hand, “Look, Stiles trusts me. And I know somewhere inside of your cold exterior you know Stiles would never let you get hurt. So if you don’t trust me, trust Stiles.” She stared a moment longer before taking my hand and pulling herself up. 
“You will not mention this to him.” She huffed. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I opened the door, leading Lydia through the house and out the front door. And when we got outside, I stared at all of them in confusion. 
Isaac and Erica were both on the ground, Derek, Boyd, Scott, Allison, and Stiles were staring at the roof as police sirens were getting closer. 
“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!” Lydia shouted. 
"It's Jackson." Scott whispered. I stepped off the porch and looked at the roof, the kanima was on the roof, slithering just out of sight. 
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