#i been writing Nina TOO FUCKING NICE

[hattersarts]

gomens s2 thoughts, all spoilers!

I spent 10 hours talking to my housemate about the season after we binged the whole thing in the morning but here are the highlights and the biggest takeaways from the season.

okay i did love the ending, i love that we get the conformation of love AND going into the divorce arc next season (if they're not properly together by the end of season 3 however, i am rioting) they're slow burn and a whole season of them getting to the final 10mins was tasty.

HOWEVER. it was an extremely clunky season when it comes to writing, lots of either set ups missed OR set ups repeated 4 times that they're drilled into out heads. there was also lots of dialogue that really needed to be tightened up. the lesbians were so poorly written i thought they might have needed to be cut BUT they just needed to have more bearing on the rest of the plot AND say things like real people would say things and LITERALLY SHOW ONE SINGLE REASON WHY THEY WOULD LIKE EACH OTHER WITHIN THE FIRST EPISODE.

gabe/bulz romance was the one that should have been cut, have them do more of a oh-my-god-my-boss-sucks kind of thing, lean into them complaining about having to avert a civil war after armageddon stopped and touch on the "structural problems" the angels mention later. Have gabe/bulz be super punished for working together which puts huge fear into az and crowley about what happens if you try to team up as an angel/demon pair (but an extra reason why az takes the job at the end so he and crowley can be the same)

imo it works more if the only mirror of their romance is the HUMANS which should lean into themes to season 3 of how they need to team up with humans (re:"us vs them" line at the end of season 1) to actually achieve their happy ending.

Nina and maggies best scene was their last one telling crowley he needed to talk to az but i think that was one that needed to be cut, it would have been far more satisfying to have crowely work out it out himself that he loves az and wants to tell him (still via maggie and nina but more subtle rather than them telling him to his face AND via spending more time with az in the season)

flashbacks were all pretty good, loved the jobe one and that final "lonely" scene. the nazi one needed some trimming the most (why did all three come back to earth, it made scenes too crowed, have them fight to be a zombie)

shax was disappointing, she was kind of just incompetent the whole way through which didnt make the stakes very exciting, (that whole scene of her talking to the legion was unfunny and pointless) i wanted crowley to mentor her more like when he gave her advice in the first few meetings we saw (kind of in a very non-demonic way, not expecting anything in return) and her to then meet him on equal footing in the finale. would have been a little accidental taste for Crowley to have his good deeds come back to haunt him while showing he's different to demons.

speaking of the finale fight, that halo had NO set up, it was sick as hell but ??? the fuck did that come from. the fight should have been won by az and crowley performing another HUGE miracle together, discorporating the demons (which then would alert heaven and hell something was up in the bookshop and the final scene can happen)

az taking the job from metatron was very good, its consistent with his character where he still hasn't let go of his faith in good/god, he's only been upset by the angels running heaven and still has faith in the system while crowley has realised none of it works and it's only them together that matters. it was nice to show he still hasn't truly accepted crowley for who he is now (tho imo he knows he loves him, he just hasn't quite unrepressed himself) and him not turning down the job after crowley confesses to him shows he still thinks he can fix it. Crowley on the other hand thinks he's now lost him, az has broken he the trust he had in him, he's going to be in big depression mode

few thoughts of good directions for S3:

finally delivering on what crowley said at the end of S1 I think is the most satisfying. the final showdown should be humans Vs heaven/hell with Crowley and az on the human side, helping them win the conflict. there would be suggestions that this is actually god's ineffable plan, this is a conflict she wants to happen and the things that Crowley and az went through are what make them perfect ambassadors to help the humans.

the set up for az in S3 to finally work out he and Crowley can't work out within the unfair rules of the system and for him to abandon heaven (tho not I think, becoming a demon) is good. a sucky ending imo for season 3 is if az somehow "fixes" heaven and via bureaucracy and not via blowing it all up.

growth moments for Crowley in S3 might be having more contact with humans since he's already abandoned hell and it would put az & crowley on similar footing (as az very much loves humans already) when they decided to side with humans for a humans Vs heaven/hell conflict.

anyway, gay people

#this is all the surface stuff really #im having fun re-plotting the episodes for thr same end but tweaked to be more satisfying

[shitouttabuck]

Do you have any buddie fic recommendations for me? Sweet fluffy smutty idc I need something good 🥺

hiya! these are some of my faves off the top of my head and you’ve probably read most of them and if you’re like. nina. these are eighty percent fics by your mutuals. well i BECAME pals with them by adoring their writing and bullying my way into their lives about it <3

stitch my soul 30.5k by @onward--upward (soulmates au that genuinely changed my whole life i think about it daily—fair warning it’s a little heartachey, but in the best way)

it’s nice to have a friend 6.4k by @colonoscopys (a little domesticity i love this with my whole heart it’s so soft and sweet)

drench yourself in words unspoken 26k by @eddiediazes (everything is the same except eddie secretly writes romance novels and i reread this like once a month it makes me so happy)

the side effects of eating too many clementines 3k by @forthewolves (idk what to even say, no one writes love like amanda writes love, it’s a bigger-than-your-chest kind of feeling)

(this kiss is) something i can't resist 7.9k by @clusterbuck (family curse where eddie has to kiss his true love in one year or he’ll die, i laughed so much, EXACTLY the kind of romcom shit with a side of ridiculous i adore)

growing sideways 3k by @housewifebuck (extremely evan buck buckley is christopher diaz’s parent and you WILL cry about it)

left your mark on this heart 5.8k by @anxieteandbiscuits (buck thinks he has post-lightning heart complications but he’s just That stupid in love)

slip like freudian 4.4k by @jeeyuns (eddie diaz gets jinxed and is Extremely entertaining about it)

sundae kind of love 18k by @rewritetheending (okay this was the first morgan fic i ever read—and maybe one of the First buddie fics i read actually—and i think about the pier scene all the time! au where buck works at an ice cream shop by the beach)

maybe fall in love 1.8k by @try-set-me-on-fire (brick’s writing is just. unfailingly gorgeous but also 8 out of 10 times the most devastating thing you’ll ever read so this is a sweet, minimal emotional damage first kiss one???)

there’s always been a rainbow hangin’ over your head 8.7k by @alyxmastershipper (just the heartwarmingest of coming outs feat. the mug of my dreams. so so soft)

i think it’s my body wanting it the most by @transboybuckley (post-date that they’re not sure is a date, this is under a thousand words and i could not stop beaming i come back to it all the damn time)

you shaped this heart of mine 5k by justhockey (i haven’t reread this because it was such an enormous ache—in a good way—when i read it the first time, but god. god i love it so much. domestic sickfic)

i’ll scrawl it on every wall i see 29k by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (loosely a you’ve got mail au???? which is simply my favourite romcom in the whole world. this is so fucking funny as is everything they write and i adore it)

there ain’t language for the things i feel 1.8k by calvingseason (eddie buys buck a plant at the farmers market it is. so unbelievably soft)

i’ve almost certainly forgotten a bunch of faves so let me trawl through my bookmarks later and round some more up!!!!! highly rec ALL of these guys’ fics though SOME OF YOU are hell bent on breaking my heart these days and anon asked for “sweet. fluffy. smutty” and not hole-in-chest-in-shape-of-author's-fist, so

#ask #anon #fic rec #so much new fic to read but so many golden faves i wanna REREAD..... waugh

[doc-pickles]

sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 1)

series masterlist

summary: sid meets nikita’s best friend and runs into a ghost from the past

warnings: none! :)

author’s note: hello! sooooooooo I have probably a million other things to do/write but this came to me and I knew I needed to write it. this is going to be a series and will probably be a lot angstier than my vegas series. I have some ideas for what’s going to happen and I can’t wait to share them with y’all!! anyways I hope yall enjoy this!

xoxo

nina

(ps - title is from ‘always been you’ by shawn mendes)

It starts off innocently enough. He’s at Geno’s for dinner like he does once a week. Nikita is babbling away next to him about everything he’s learning in first grade.

“And Mrs. Riley is super nice and I get to sit next to Vivie who always shares her fruit snacks,” Nikita says all of this at a speed that Sid can barely comprehend but he simply nods at his godson.

“Always with Vivie,” Anna coos as she ruffles Nikita’s hair, her other hand coming to rest against her swollen belly. “Attached at the leg you two.”

Sid chuckles and gently corrects Anya which has her rolling her eyes as she squeezes his arm. Being with his best friend and his family made going home to an empty house hard, but Sid knew he wouldn’t trade his weekly dinners at the Malkin house for anything.

“Vivie is my best friend in the whole world,” Niki rambles on as he runs out of the room. He comes back with a picture frame and shows it proudly to Sid. “This is us at science camp over the summer.”

Sid’s brows furrow as soon as he looks at the photo. The little girl with her arm wrapped around Nikita is a bit shorter than him, dirty blonde hair pulled back into braids. Her big brown eyes are staring up at the camera, upturned nose and gap toothed grin framed with freckles and a set of dimples. Sid stares at the photo for probably a bit too long, the little girl looking somehow familiar even though he knows he’s never met her.

“Nice picture Niki,” Sid smiles when he finally tears his eyes away from the frame. Anya is watching him carefully but doesn’t say anything as Nikita begins talking about how much he loves math.

The rest of the night is uneventful, Geno’s steak and potatoes going over well with everyone at the table. If he and Anya notice that Sid is quieter than usual they don’t say anything to him. It’s not until he’s playing outside with Nikita after dinner that Sid catches his friends whispering to each other as they wash dishes.

When he gets home later Sidney doesn’t even take his shoes off before he’s walking down the hallway to his study. The photo album is tucked into the farthest bookshelf, the dark leather binding helping it to blend in. But he knows exactly where it is, exactly what it feels like in his hands. He pulls it off the shelf and holds it for a moment before opening it to the first page.

‘To Sidney, the love of my life. Happy anniversary babe!

xoxo A’

The handwriting is loopy and decidedly womanly. He traces his fingers over the words reverently before flipping the page. Sid’s breath hitches as his eyes lock on the photo there. Blonde hair, shining green eyes, and a dimpled smile so wide he still sees it every once in a while when he closes his eyes.

There’s a part of him that wants so badly to flip through every page, to take in the smiling woman on the pages and the version of himself that seems to have faded without her. Instead he closes the photo book, shelving it again before he goes out to the living room and pours himself a glass of scotch.

“Why the hell am I still here if you can’t make me a priority Sidney?”

“I’m trying! Don’t you see that? But I also have a team to think about, a whole fucking franchise riding on my shoulders! Don’t they matter too?”

The night and all of his regrets replayed in Sid’s head often. Annie’s tear soaked face, the words they both carelessly yelled at each other. His front door slamming, her things gone from his house by the time he came back from his next road trip.

He’d wanted Annie and hockey, wanted her to see that he was trying to make them both a priority but it hadn’t been enough for her. He hadn’t been enough for her.

And in the end none of it had mattered because three weeks after their argument Sid had shattered his knee in what would be his last game as a Penguin.

Yeah he missed hockey, but he missed Annie Wright more than anything else.

+

A week later Anna’s water breaks in the middle of the night. Sidney drives over and crashes on Geno’s couch as they head to the hospital together. When he wakes up Nikita is poking his cheek with a frown.

“Hey bud,” Sid yawns as he wipes a hand over his face. “Your mom and dad went to the hospital, looks like you’re gonna be a big brother soon.”

Nikita seems wholly unimpressed as he looks at his godfather, “Can we get McDonald’s breakfast before school?”

And because he’s a sucker for Niki, Sid agrees.

By the time they’re pulling up to Nikita’s school Sid is more awake, parking and following Niki up the path to his classroom.

“I’ll pick you up later too bud,” Sid tells him as he ruffles his hair. “Then maybe we can go see your little sister.”

“Nikita!”

Both Sidney and Nikita whip around at the excited voice, watching as a little girl runs up to them. Sid immediately clocks her as Vivie from the picture Nikita showed him. She’s sporting white overalls and a pink sweater, her blonde curls bouncing around in the pigtails fastened high on her head.

Vivie hugs Niki tightly then blinks up at Sid and he swears the air just got much thinner because he can’t pull in a full breath, not when he feels like he’s looking in a god damn mirror. Vivie has the same big hazel eyes as him, the same jutting chin and furrowed brows. But her smile and those dimples… Those remind Sidney of someone else.

“Vivie! You left your lunchbox in the car,” the voice that haunts his dreams is suddenly right behind Sid and before he can think better of it he turns around.

Annie looks much the same as she did eight years ago, her heart shaped face and wide green eyes exactly how he remembered them. Her blonde hair is shorter, resting just above her shoulders now. There’s something else Sid can’t quite put his finger on but he thinks that Annie doesn’t hold that same infectious joy she used to.

“Oh my god,” Annie breathes the words out slowly as she makes eye contact with Sidney. “I- Oh my god…”

“Miss Annie, this is my Uncle Sid,” Nikita explains excitedly. “My mommy is having a baby so Uncle Sid got me McDonald’s and took me to school!”

Annie schools her features as she tears her gaze away from Sid and pastes on a smile for Nikita, “That’s so exciting! I’m sure you’re excited to be a big brother.”

The school bell rings then and Vivie and Nikita waste no time hastily saying goodbye before running off hand in hand. When they’re out of sight Sidney turns to Annie who’s white as a sheet as she stares at her shoes.

“Annie,” the word is low and laced with hurt as Sid focuses on the woman he used to love. “Annie please tell me you didn’t… That she’s not…”

Sidney can’t bring himself to say the words out loud, even though he’s almost positive they’re true. Vivie’s face is ingrained in his mind now, showing up every time he blinks. His eyes, Annie’s smile… He stares at Annie and begs her to tell him anything but what he knows is true.

Please don’t tell me you had our daughter and kept it from me. Please don’t tell me I’ve missed seven years of her life. Please don’t tell me that perfect little girl has been so close and so far. Please. Please. Please.

“Sidney, I am so sorry.”

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby fanfic #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fanfiction #nhl fanfic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey fanfic #nina writes

[seireitonin]

I love your writing can you do some Jeff headcannons?

A lot of people in my inbox have been asking for Jeff! So here’s Jeff! And tysm!

🩸Jeff the Killer headcannons🩸

Jeff is the worst of the worst

He literally ruined 3 peoples lives just because

He’s very manipulative especially in romantic relationships

Very egotistical and mean

Thinks his face is truly beautiful

He re opens his face wounds to keep it that way

No insecurities there

A sadist and masochist

He loves to be hurt be he thinks is fun

But likes hurting others because he thinks it’s funner

This man is literally out of his fucking mind

He was never a good person even when he was 13

Always wanted to hurt people he just held back because he didn’t want to get in trouble

But when the bullies tried him he completely let loose

And has never stopped since then

He doesn’t regret killing his parents at all

Only trying to kill Liu

No sob story for him

He was always a bad person and always will be

He does have the ability to be nicer to certain people though

Well his version of nice anyway which is not killing them

You have to be around him and tolerate his bullshit a lot before that point though

Even when he is “nicer” to people he’ll still say awful things to and about you, even if he’s joking

Darkest sense of humor ever

Like pitch black

Says the most fucked up things with Toby and LJ

He never liked Nina and never will (luckily she grew up and realized that)

Hated Jane because everyone liked her and she was so sweet

So he decided to kill her parents and ruined her life as a result

Jeff is 29 years old

His full name is Jeffrey Allen Woods-Hodek

He’s 6’0

He’s been killing since he killed his parents at 13

Doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon

Most of the other creeps don’t care for him much

Him and Clockwork are really close, ironically

And they both talk shit about Nina and Toby constantly

Jeff’s smile and wounds are really infected because he doesn’t shower or take care of them

So EJ is annoyed every time he has to help Jeff

Jeff listens to metal, hardcore, metalcore and emo music

Clothing is always very plain. White hoodie black pants, black hoodie black pants, black and white shirts

The only not plain thing he wears is band shirts

His hair is long and jet black and his eyes are light blue it’s unsettling to look at

Can eat food through the sides of his mouth

It’s really gross to look at

He smells like cigarettes, alcohol and old blood with a hint of the woods

Jeff literally believes he can do no wrong and that he’s perfect in every way

His killings are so gory and brutal

Like only second to LJ

He still has emotions, surprisingly

Too bad most of them come out as anger or aggression and threats

Either really gets along with Toby or really hates him no in between

Yeah sorry this one’s shorter my mind’s drawing blanks rn😭 I’ll make more Jeff stuff if you guys want

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #crp #jeff the killer #jeffthekiller #jeff the killer hc #jeffthekillerhcs #jeff the killer headcanons

[fancifulplaguerat]

I have further spare Aglaya thoughts. Cannot stop thinking about how whenever Aglaya mentions her hatred towards Nina it's predicated on Nina's cruelty/disregard for others contrasted against Aglaya's lines like “To this day, I've been paying for my kind-heartedness,” “It's a pity that everyone sees an enemy in me. Such is the bias against inquisitors. I only wish to do good; not specific, targeted good, like that Clara, but overarching good,” “I am a humanitarian. My duty is to save people, not kill them. I only condemn a few to death for the sake of the many.” That “I've been paying for my kind-heartedness” and “It's a pity that everyone sees an enemy in me” just make my heart hurt for her because I do sincerely believe her. Yes she is cruel towards Clara and deceives Daniil but I've said it before I will say it again: 1) I love Daniil so very much but *everyone* warned him not to trust her and 2) nearly every Patho character is an opportunist and/or trying to act after being dealt and incredibly shitty hand, which often results in deception and cruelty towards others. Aglaya is no different in my mind.

Also a particular detail in her dialogue which caught my eye is when she remarks that, “For a moment, I thought [Block] was driven by the same feeling that I am: a great man, when unexpectedly betrayed by the people he loves, will often seek to fill the whole universe with his blind spite. Yes, the feeling is indeed familiar...” I wonder what this refers to. My first thought is presumably Nina, but I can't quite imagine Aglaya feeling betrayed by her? It seems like they were too opposed? Like. I have no idea if I can articulate this well, but: Nina and Aglaya seem so alike yet fundamentally different that I just imagine tension would be endemic in their relationship. Also the way Aglaya characterizes her in the quote “Nina was the embodiment of absolute evil. The charming, intoxicating, beautiful evil, the evil that can drive you mad. The graceful and elegant evil that is fast to capture anyone in its web—even those who stand up to evil till the very last.” She calls Nina evil constantly. It is the lifeblood of her motivation—to destroy what her sister created. But that betrayal lines makes me think about what sort of uncomfortable love one can only have towards a family member that they fucking hate, like Aglaya does indeed think Nina is evil but also she is her (little?) sister and presumably grew up with her and I doubt Aglaya could see her as just wholly evil. That entire mess. Just compels me, particularly in how it adds another aspect to Nina.

I often think about how Nina is this object of terror and adoration more than a character in Patho Classic. Even sometimes, in my opinion, more an embodiment of utopia as Simon is for creation. Everyone close to her or who merely knew her as Mistress absolutely reveres her, perhaps even more after her death (which I think is the point, but, I digress). So to me, Aglaya and Maria have the most interesting dynamics with Nina because only through them does Nina feel more "real" to me, insofar as a character can. The dichotomy between Aglaya and Nina nicely contrasts this to me. Yes other characters allude to Nina being terrifying and so forth, but Aglaya's declarations that Nina is evil aren't accompanied by any reverence or respect or adoration that often does other characters' discussions of her. And it's yes Maria idolizes her, but as a child idealizes their parent. That is entirely separate from other characters who appear closest to Nina in Patho Classic: Victor, Andrey, and Peter, all of whom presumably had some sort of romantic attachment to her (if to various degrees and requitedness). Maria looks up to her, and in her words, “shall become her, [...] shall overcome her...” Maria interests me in that vein, that she aims to surpass her mother, and thus her idealization is necessarily different than others' who solely worship her.

I did not intend to write that much but this is what thinking about the Kaina-Lilich women does to a motherfucker. Apparently.

#what in god's name did IPL put in the kai n family that makes me feel like I got thrown in a blender for sport #patho.txt #pathologic #aglaya lilich #maria kaina #nina kaina

[galexystern]

butterfly wings

chapter three; fall 1984

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader, steve/reader, eddie/reader

rating; T

warnings; fluff, angst, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit, smoking weed, shotgunning smoke

word count; 3.8k

desc; eddie gives you a nice surprise, steve gets to know you better, and all three of you share some smoke.

read on ao3 / series masterlist

Winter comes and goes. In fact, the whole rest of the school year comes and goes in a flash. The summer comes in hot and heavy, and you suffer in the sweltering bookstore. You swear that you'll get another job next summer if they don't add air conditioning. You beach it up with Nina and Mark. You and your friends take a road trip into Illinois and hit Chicago hard. You attend the annual Taste of Chicago and explore the State of Illinois Center. You even manage to find a gay bar—Jesse goes wild under your and Hailey's supervision and Vickie's awkward flirting somehow nags her a girl's number. She gets embarrassed every time any of you bring it up, but you can each tell she's proud too.

Junior year sneaks up on you and hits you like a freight train. It doesn't even slow down, just pushes you into the deep end as soon as it starts. You try out for the fall play and drag Jesse into auditioning too. Surprise—he loves it (he's an English nerd like you, so you knew he would). The difficulty dial turns up on all your classes except math, which has never been your strong suit. While you're stuck a year behind everyone else, you're pleasantly surprised to find Eddie in your class.

"Well hello there, stranger," he says as you take the desk next to his.

"Hi!" You exclaim, happy to have a friend in the class.

Eddie laughs at your enthusiasm. "That's the most excitement I've seen for a math class in a long time."

"Oh, yeah," you say sarcastically. "I'm all about math. I dream of it at night."

"And here I am, a fool for dreaming about you instead." He winks and you blush madly. You set up your notebook and pencil perfectly, just for something to do instead. You hear Eddie chuckle and then there's a loud handclap from Mrs. Dolip, making everyone jump.

"If she's gonna do that every day, I'm gonna have a heart attack," Eddie whispers to you under his breath.

"Don't worry," you whisper back, "I know CPR."

You can feel his eyes on you and you know you're still blushing, but you also smirk, all the while watching your teacher write the first lesson on the board.

A week later, while Mrs. Dolip is blabbing on about equations, Eddie speaks out of the side of his mouth. "Have you thought about my Hellfire offer at all?"

You wince and shake your head minutely.

"Okay, angel. No sweat." Your breath hitches at the pet name. "Just keep it in the back of your mind for me." You nod and he lounges back in his desk.

Another week later, Eddie stops paying attention to the worksheet you two are supposed to be finishing and props his head on his hand. "You know, D&D is a lot more fun than this."

You give him a look. "Anything would be more fun than this." The page is full of fractions that keep drifting away from your eyes.

"Fair," he muses, "but D&D would be as fun as doing the school plays. I know you enjoy those."

"I do, but there are things I enjoy more, you know."

"Like what?"

"Reading. Fleetwood Mac. Cats. Taking a walk by the Seine."

"Paris, huh?" You nod. "But what about an alternate world where magic exists and fairies are spiteful and dragons terrorize villages and wizards command the elements?"

"Sounds a little dark for my tastes."

"You're the one who said Fleetwood Mac." He gives a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes and get back to work.

A month after that, just when you've forgotten about D&D, Eddie says after class one day, "You could be a princess, you know. Or a bard. Or a really good thief who always takes what they need but must leave something they want."

"What?"

He shrugs. "It's a curse. Balance is necessary."

You put your pile of books on your desk and turn to him. "Eddie, what are you doing?"

"A great question, milady." He beams. "I'm courting you."

"You're what?" You feel like you're choking on the words.

"To be my apprentice," he clarifies. "My successor."

"Oh." There's a faint sense of disappointment. "Well—"

"Before you say anything, just gimme some more time. I've got some tricks up my sleeve." He winks but there's a pleading in his voice. "Gimme a chance."

You study him, fingers adorned with silver rings constantly fidgeting at his sides, hair wavy and out of control, the same faded leather jacket he always wears shining in the florescent lights.

You sigh. "Okay."

He brightens considerably. "Really?"

"Yeah. Court me or whatever."

"That I can do, angel!" With that, he sprints out the door. You follow at a leisurely pace, not really sure what you're getting yourself into.

;

The next Steve-and-Nancy drama comes around, except this time, you're somehow in the middle of it. It was a crazy sequence of events that led up to it. It started at home.

"I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?" Nina had called from the foyer while putting on her shoes.

"Um," you'd uselessly shouted back while thinking. "We need Pop-Tarts and lemonade. Maybe also some Arnold Palmer's? And tampons please!"

"Check, check, and check," and then she was out the door.

About twenty minutes later, you heard a honk from outside—your sister's way of telling you she's back and to come help with the groceries. You slipped on some boots and grabbed the first heavy jacket you felt in your closet, since a chill had set in recently. You walked out the door, down the stairs, and to the car. Nina had the trunk open and you pulled out one of the bags. You started walking back to the building, not paying enough attention evidently, because you ran into someone halfway through the parking lot.

As if in slow motion, the bag broke open and things went flying. Nothing broke but it was almost worse what actually happened: a box hit the ground with abnormal force and sprang open, propelling tampons into the air. You looked at the person you bumped into through the spray and were mortified to find Steve Harrington staring back at you with a smirk.

Worse still, when the tampons had fallen back to the ground and rolled around on the pavement, Steve reached out and pinched the jacket you were wearing. "I wonder where I've seen this before," he teased.

You looked down and sure enough, you were wearing Steve's letterman jacket.

You just froze, staring at nothing with wide eyes, sure that this whole situation could not get worse. And yet, it did.

"Steve!" Nina said happily, joining the two of you. "Where have you been?"

"Hi, Nina. Just around. At school, practice," he answered cordially, still looking at you with mirth in his eyes.

"We've missed you. You have to come for dinner. What are you doing tonight?"

"Absolutely nothing," and you could hear the cheekiness oozing from the words. "I'd be honored to join."

"Great!" With that, she just walked away and disappeared into the building.

"Oh my god," you breathed, and Steve finally burst into laughter. "Oh my god," you repeated, moaning this time.

"Your face! It was priceless!" There were tears in his eyes. "That was the best thing I've seen in a long time."

That piqued your interest, but it could be examined later. You had to survive this mortification. "I'm so sorry," you said, "I'm so sorry!" You dropped the broken bag, scattering more items, as you rushed to pull off his jacket. "I forgot!"

Steve's hands darted out and stopped yours from moving. You looked up at him. He was smiling. "There's nothing to apologize for, beautiful. You don't have to take it off now. It's cold out here." He dragged it back over your shoulders and you had to hold in a shiver. "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I made you strip out here."

Your eyes widened and he laughed again. In an effort to draw attention elsewhere, you dropped to the ground and started collecting the tampons and other stuff. Steve joined you. You tried to use the bag but it was useless. Without any other option, you took the tampons and shoved them in the pockets of the jacket, making him laugh again, louder this time. You laughed too, seeing the ridiculousness in it all. All you and Steve could do was laugh for a minute, just crouching in the middle of the parking lot.

As the giggles faded and breathing evened, you started picking up the other things. "Here," Steve said, and held out his shirt, making a kind of basket. You giggled again as you piled items into the makeshift pouch, until everything was off the ground. You two stood and both supported the weight of his shirt.

"I never imagined I would kind of understand what it's like to be pregnant," Steve joked, and it took a lot of effort not to become completely useless due to laughter.

You both got inside and helped put away the groceries. You were thankful Nina had already started cooking and didn't seem to notice how you'd carried the items inside. As soon as everything was away, Nina was directing you and Steve to help prepare and dinner got underway.

A few hours later, after you'd finished eating and cleaning up the table, you and Steve escaped to your room. "Here," you said sheepishly, handing him his letterman jacket. He took it with a grin and laid it on the back of your desk chair. You sat on your bed while he examined your room.

He looked at your collection of manatees. "Each one is from a new city we've moved to," you explained.

"There's so many." Steve sounded both awed and a little sad.

"Yeah, we've been a lot of places."

"Why?"

"Nina and I are army brats. Dad was moved from base to base a lot. It was cool to see the world, but making friends was always hard." You breathed deep. "They died a couple years ago. Car crash. Can you believe it? Dad was in the fucking military and a random accident is what officially takes them away?"

"I'm sorry." His voice was gentle and soft and kind.

You forced your voice to stop wobbling. "Anyway, Nina got custody. We've moved a couple times so she could find a good enough job to take care of us both. But her job at the hospital here is really nice. She likes it a lot. And it feels pretty stable."

"Where's the one for here?"

"We haven't been able to find one yet. We do have to get it local and for some reason, Hawkins just doesn't sell manatee merchandise." Steve looked back at you and matched your grin.

"What's your favorite one?"

You stood and moved to join him. You picked out a small, delicate manatee. "This one's from Hawaii. We weren't there for very long, but we found this at a tiny shop in Maui. Hand-carved and hand-painted."

"It's beautiful." But Steve was still staring at you.

"Thanks," you whispered, face heating. Realizing your position, you cleared your throat and stepped away. "So, um, how's Nancy?"

It was like being doused in cold water. Steve's expression hardened, though he carefully returned the manatee to its rightful place before stalking away. "It's fine."

"Sounds like it." You said it simply, but it broke through. Steve sighed and perched on the end of your bed. You sat next to him. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't even really know what's wrong," he started, sounding confused and lonely. "This past year was great. I thought we were past all the stuff from last year. But...it feels different. Feels like something's off."

"Have you asked her about it?" He shook his head. "Might be a good place to start. Communication is key."

His lip quirked up. "Maybe." There was silence for a few minutes. You were just about to touch his hand when he sprang up from the bed. "So what are you doing for Halloween?"

Shocked by the sudden topic change, you stammered, "Um, something with my friends? Like...horror movie night? Maybe?"

Steve nodded seriously. "Are you dressing up?"

"I'm not sure. I have an idea but there's not really anywhere to wear it."

He lit up. "Come to the party! Tina's party! Nancy and I will be there. And you can bring your friends."

"Are you sure?" Your brow furrowed.

"Totally! It'll be fun. Here," he grabbed a pen and scribbled something onto a piece of paper on your desk, "that's her address. Easy to get to from here!"

"Um...okay—"

"Great!" He beamed. "Well, I gotta go! Those essays won't write themselves!" With that, he awkwardly dashed from the room, grabbing his jacket in the process.

"Bye, I guess," you said to the empty room, completely bewildered.

;

And that's how you're here, at Tina's Halloween party.

"Are you sure we're invited?" Vickie asks nervously.

"Duh!" Jesse replies, already dancing to the beat, "Steve invited us personally."

You shrug, feeling a little helpless. "He did."

"So let's have some fun!" Hailey yells. She grabs Jesse's hand and they plunge into the crowd, immediately heading for the dance floor. You look at Vickie, who looks right back at you.

"Drinks?" You offer.

"Drinks." She confirms.

So you two also head into the fray, in the opposite direction, eventually finding a communal punch bowl that must have six different kinds of alcohol in it for how pungent it smells. You and Vickie ladle some into cups and try it.

"That's nasty," Vickie coughs. You agree. You both keep drinking.

"Hey, you made it!" You hear Steve before he appears, dressed like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. He stops short when he sees you fully. "Whoa."

You look down self-consciously. "Does it look okay?"

"You look sick!" He exclaims. "Not sick like ill, but like super cool. Carrie is such a good choice. Who did the blood?"

"Jesse, Hailey, and I took turns," Vickie answers, and Steve grins.

"Looks awesome!"

"Thanks, Steve." You try not to blush. "Hi, Nancy," you add when you see the girl appear next to him.

She smiles—well, more like grimaces—in greeting before taking a cup and dipping it right into the punch bowl. You and Vickie exchange a side glance, but Steve just follows her lead. "Let's dance," she shouts to him. He gives her a thumbs-up and waves at you and Vickie before disappearing into the crowd.

"Something's not right there," Vickie says to you. You already knew that, but you didn't want to see it right in front of you either.

"I'm gonna get some air," you tell her. She nods and you weave through the people, finally finding the doors leading to the deck and backyard. When they slide open, the cool air is a relief on your hot skin, and you breathe deep in relief.

"Didn't expect to see you here, princess."

You jump at the voice and turn to see Eddie leaning against the side of the deck, surrounded by a cloud of smoke. "Jesus Christ," you choke out.

"I gotta stop scaring you, angel, or I'm gonna have to give you CPR. And I'm not certified." You half-smile, heart still racing. Seeming to sense that, Eddie motions to you. "Come sit down. Get your breath back."

You do as he recommends and sit in the chair next to him. Good thing it's metal, otherwise the fake blood you're wearing would soak in.

"You look great, by the way," Eddie appraises. "Superb fake blood placement. Very authentic."

You smile in thanks, still calming down. "What're you doing here?" You ask when you feel you can.

He holds up a metal lunchbox. "You don't know I'm the local dealer?"

You shake your head. It's news to you, but not altogether surprising. You tell him as much.

He chuckles. "I'm guessing you're not out here to buy?"

"No. Just to get some fresh air."

"Well, shit." He starts to wave away the smoke from his almost-spent joint. "Sorry, princess."

You wave a hand. "It's fine. Actually..." Eddie raises an eyebrow in interest. "I'd be down. To partake. If I can."

"Course you can," he says with a wicked grin. He pulls a fresh joint from behind his ear. "And for you, pretty lady, it's on the house." You go to grab it, but he brings it out of reach again. "But only if we can share."

You nod eagerly and Eddie claps his hands together. "Excellent." He drags a chair over and sits next to you. He hands you the joint and you put it between your lips. Expecting for him to hand you the lighter, you're startled when he leans forward instead, flicking on the flame and lighting it for you. As you inhale, the burning embers set his face aglow a little. He's very pretty.

You finally exhale, releasing the smoke into the air. "Well done, angel," he says, impressed. You shrug nonchalantly as he takes his drag. When he exhales, he creates little rings out of the smoke.

"Whoa! Can you teach me to do that?" You ask excitedly.

He laughs. "Of course."

A little while later, first joint gone and second started, you're just about getting the hang of smoke rings when the door slams open. You and Eddie both turn your heads quickly to see Steve in the doorway, breathing heavily.

"Steve?" You say hesitantly. He looks at you. He has devastation written all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"Can I get a hit?" He asks, ignoring your question.

Eddie hands the joint over without argument, clearly seeing what you're seeing. Steve takes a long drag before exhaling loudly, relaxing as he does. He collapses in the chair near you and Eddie.

"It's over."

"What's over?" You ask.

"Me and Nancy."

Eddie sucks in through his teeth. "That sucks, man."

"Steve, I'm so sorry."

"She called me 'bullshit'," he spits out. "Called our whole relationship 'bullshit'." His tone turns sad. "Said she doesn't love me anymore."

You feel terrible for him. "Steve, you're not bullshit."

"Apparently I am." He inhales from the joint again.

You pluck the joint away, take a quick drag, and hand it to Eddie. Placing a hand on Steve's, you order gently, "Steve, look at me." He swings his head to you sadly, eyes heavy. "You are not bullshit." He scoffs but you interrupt. "Steve." He shuts his mouth. "You are not. bullshit."

Steve gazes at you, then directs his attention to Eddie. "She's right, man," Eddie confirms. Steve looks back at you. You give him a small smile, which he eventually returns.

Temporarily resolved, you turn to Eddie and motion for the joint. You suck in greedily, inhaling quickly. You hold it in for a few seconds, and then release it—finally making a correct smoke ring.

"You did it!" Eddie yells.

"I did it!" You echo.

"Great job, beautiful," Steve commends, and you smile angelically at both of them. You give Steve the joint, who takes a drag and hands it to Eddie. "You guys ever shotgunned?" He asks once he's exhaled.

"Obviously," Eddie answers with contempt, but you're confused. "Like a beer?"

"No, smoke," Steve clarifies. You shake your head.

"You don't know how to shotgun, princess? Well, we gotta remedy that," Eddie continues.

Steve explains. "It's when you blow the smoke into another person's mouth."

You're having trouble trying to picture it, and Eddie senses it. "Here, Harrington and I will demonstrate." It feels like a challenge.

One that Steve is up for. "Let's do it, Munson."

They both stand and step in close to each other. They're about the same height—Steve's just the tiniest bit taller—but their mouths are pretty level. Eddie takes a drag, lets it sit, and then lines up his lips with Steve. He exhales the smoke directly into Steve's mouth, who inhales it deeply. They're centimeters from kissing. It makes you squirm a little.

"Nicely done, Harrington," Eddie says, impressed.

Steve does a little bow, making Eddie laugh unexpectedly. You try to hide a smile. Then they both look at you.

"Your turn, beautiful," Steve says.

"Okay." Your voice is a little small.

"You wanna do it?" Steve asks Eddie, but he shakes his head. "All yours, dude."

Steve sits back down and scoots closer to you. He looks deep into your eyes. "Okay, come close." You do so and your body heats up in the proximity. "I'm gonna do it. You just hold those pretty lips open, okay?" You nod, trembling a little. Steve takes a drag, holds it, and then leans in even closer. You can practically feel his mouth on yours. You're almost unprepared for the smoke as it comes billowing towards you, but you inhale as you're supposed to. Steve stays close for a few seconds, the eye contact too intense to break, until you accidentally puff out the smoke into his face. He leans back and coughs. 

"Sorry!" You exclaim.

"It's alright," Steve answers with a smile. "No harm done."

"You wanna try, angel?" You turn to Eddie and nod. Steve hands you the joint as Eddie comes close this time. You inhale, letting the smoke roll around in your mouth, and then lean in and blow it into Eddie's waiting lips. He inhales it greedily and there feels like electricity between you as he doesn't break his gaze. You can't seem to close your mouth. The moment only ends when Eddie turns his head up and releases the smoke into the night sky.

He looks back down at you. "Good girl," he murmurs, and you feel like you could die.

You collapse backwards, exhausted from the tension.

"How was that?" Steve asks.

"Great," you answer dreamily, and he smiles.

"We're honored we could pop your cherry, princess," Eddie adds cheekily.

You shiver—and then keep shivering.

"Oh, beautiful, you're cold," Steve points out. You don't feel cold; you actually feel hot, from being so close to both of them, and seeing them so close to each other. But there are goosebumps on your skin and you can feel your teeth start to chatter. "Let's get you inside."

All three of you stand and move towards the door. Eddie opens it and lets you and Steve step inside before following and shutting it behind him. You already feel better.

Vickie comes rushing up to you. "We gotta go. It's almost my curfew." She takes your hand and pulls.

You turn back to catch glimpses of those beautiful boys. "Thank you!" You call out, hoping they hear you.

chapter four

#steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #mine

[boxwinebaddie]

hbd stan! i'm using that as an excuse to say: u rock unc nina! ur my fav fic author because ik you write style fanfic, but u fleshed them out soooo much past what the show has done. in ur fics theyre almost like really good ocs? and u made the world so detailed and creative that if you didnt tell me it was sp i would srsly!!! think i was reading a novel from the bookstore! ur attention to detail is crazy. ty 4 blessing us. we luv you! p.s. u also seem rlly nice and r sooo pretty on twitter <3

this message made my heart smile, omg. thank you so very much.

first of all, of course, happy birthday stan the man with the plan.

second of all, i'm so honored to be your favorite fanfiction author! i would have never in my wildest dreams believed that so many people would form an attachment to the weird little things i write. :')

and i am grateful every single day for each and every one of you. <3

this ask actually really hit home for me because one of the imposter syndrome things i've been struggling with recently is worrying that i'm taking too many liberties with stan/kyle and just taking the characters so far out of context that they can barely be considered as style at all...or that they came out of the south park universe.

( edit: uh i spiraled into self doubt after this part, my fear that my fanfics are too ooc and i fucked w everything too much haunts me )

simply put: you all stumbled upon my stomping grounds because you were looking to read style fanfiction, so it would distress me deeply if you or other people stumbled across it and were like woah! wtf!!! this is not stan and kyle??? what's with all these crazy headcannons?!?!

but we have 20+ seasons of south park with...very inconsistent plot, lots of plot holes, lots of plot!!! of course, but not a ton of characterization beyond sort of baseline humor and skeleton stuff.

and in that case, i feel like you kind of have to take liberties when you are given that little in order to make a fluid story w/ realistic characters? so really, i just filled in the blanks with what felt right to me tried to take them from 2d characters to almost 3d people.

and so even if they are not textbook, i feel like every writer stylizes their style a different way ( pepstyle and rmstyle are just mine ) and i guess more than them being perfectly canon, i wanted you to resonate and love them as people, whoever those people may be.

so i am glad they are so lifelike/detailed to you that they seem like ocs compared to what matt/trey have given us, but i hope they are not too ooc/too fleshed out that they take away from actual style.

style ( taylor's version ) -> style ( nina's version )

which you guys seem to really like! which thrills me a lot!

and honestly most of that anxiety formed around rm!jersey and rm!ravenstan because they are technically goth stan as raven ( plus stan canonically singing in cd ) and kyley b jersey kyle...i just cobbled them to fit correctly into the offshoot southpark universe i created.

which i hope still reads as south park but in a much grittier, realer more modern sense? bc tbh rm happened bc i really wanted to writer a darker, psychological thriller, mystery, raunchy romance type beat.

it just looks a lot different than regular style stuff and i cant really disclose too much about raven until i can progress the plot past at least chapter...6? the chapter after this one? so he seems off??? but

*breathes bc im having a panic attack* sjdajsd aaa rip rip rip haha

its all still south park. its all style. jersey and raven are stan and kyle. even if it seems like the characterization off...let me cook. crying help.

thank you all for trusting my vision and enjoying my stuff even if it is not your normal style content. i literally have this panic attack like every couple of days so i am trying to have it publicly and civilly here.

the detail means a lot to me which i guess is why they kind of became my ocs rip...because i need there to be answers for every question. like yall could ask me any question about any four nina style boys and i would know in a second shdsadk. which might be psychosis, but i think...is possibly sick? shows i know my stuff? shdls

i am blessed to have you, actually, darling. thank you for reading my existential crisis. i'm glad you are enjoying your books that are barely south park featuring my yassified stans and kyles quasi ocs, rip.

i love you, i love you, mwah, mwah, mwah,

hope to put the next chapter of your book out soon also -- in november its nanowrimo! and instead of a novel, i will be focusing on my fics and i will be! revisisting peppermint! aaaa! get lit let's go!

-uncle nina, always in a crisis

P.S. WAIT THANK YOU FOR THINKING I'M PRETTY! THAT'S SO NICE! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH D'AWWWW

#im sorry this message was unhinged #question of the day are my fanfictions too ooc #are the boys too...not like are in sp #like am i doing too much with them #or do we like it is it cool that i put a lot of detail into the character skells #i get nervous bc im reading fics and im like omg why are my stans and kyles different #im gonna *stan vc* throw up help #but anyways! #time for my ativan #sorry i made the sp boys my ocs by accident #and kind of wrecked the actual south park canon #i really tried to uphold a lot of it...some of it is just hard to transfer yk

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Nina! Happy weekend!

Fanfic Asks!

10. I sent the same number to our other Nina and said something along the lines of "a few HC characters I don't know, but two come to mind and I don't recall who drew my attention to whom first." So for you, I choose Mikey. You have really done a fantastic job of making me fall for that super goof and all his cats. (I don't even like cats!!! lol)

9. And I mean, I love all your stories that are still in progress, but you know I am over here dying for the next Under Orders installment.

8. I love the way you change your style and tone for each character and fic you write. You do SUCH a good job of capturing different quirks and personality traits. And my god, everything about Sy in What's the Occasion was absolute perfection!

Smooches!

Charlieee! Took me way too long to get back to you with this... Thank you!

I don't know what to say, really, other than THANK YOU! I love love love having you as a friend and I am and always will be forever grateful to have you read my stuff <3 It's an honor, because I love your writing <3 (Those letters live fucking rent free in my brain, babygrirl)

I know you're dying for the next part of UO, I am too, I promise - but it's been awfully quiet... I'll be honest: I'm still struggling to find out how Sy fits in their dynamic, and I want to do it right. I can't just throw another guy in there and expect everything to be the same+1. Please be patient with me... (I know you are <3)

Then the last bit is where you almost made me cry, honey... Did you have to be so NICE? T-T Thank you so so so so so much, I really appreciate your kind words <3

(And thanks for the honorable mention of What's the occasion? - it was a blast to write, and I'm glad it exists hehe)

#aks game #ask response #thank you friend

[lucky-dyse]

The Nice And Valid Criticisms of Dyson Bradley (bitch)

General warning for Good Omens Season 2 spoilers

Please heed this warning before reading further, thank you.

I just binged the entirety of Good Omens 2 (which I will refer to as GO2 for simplicity from now on) and I had a few thoughts about it.

First of all I want to preface this by saying I loved it. I'm not writing a long hate speech bc I enjoyed every moment of it, there are just some thinky thoughts I need to throw into the void. For example, the writing was superb. Gabriel's "Jim" character was my absolute favourite. I'm a sucker for 'scarecrow' type characters and he was my silly little guy. I wanted to pinch his cheeks. I loved how Aziraphale and Crowley inadvertently adopted him for a solid minute.

The diversity of the show in its entirety was refreshing to see (as a personal complaint, though, I wish we could've seen at least one trans man). Especially the disabled angel. There were only two slight rough spots about the disabled representation that I felt.

1. I did not like how the disabled character kept being forgotten and meant so little to the season that if you removed them nothing would change.

2. I did not like that, despite all of the representation of queer people, people of colour, we only got one visibly disabled character. It felt sort of tokenized, like "hey look at me there's a wheelchair user! Okay onto more of the other minorities that we care more about."

I liked to see the reality that is the fact that queer people can have toxic relationships or be toxic in a relationship. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. Nina having a genuinely difficult relationship with Lindsay was good for the fact that it was very real and kicked all the lesbian fetishism a bit by saying "these are people in a relationship, not sex appeal." Which was fucking amazing. So tired of seeing lesbian relationships be perfect all the time. I also absolutely loved the fact that they didn't end up together and did the mature thing. They communicated and decided it wasn't a good idea to date right after Nina got dumped.

Gabriel was a joy to watch and I loved the mystery of what happened to him. Somehow, despite how sudden it was, the relationship formed between Beelzebub and Gabriel didn't feel sudden or forced. It was actually really sweet and I was happy they got to be together. I didn't like how Gabriel's memories came back in a fly, I wish Beelzebub had taken the time to slowly remind him of who he was and ultimately make him a more optimistic and better person from the transition of Jim's experiences to Gabriel's. Though I understand it was a subplot and limited to 6 episodes of already hectic storylines. You can only do so much, especially with the strikes.

Shax was a pretty flat character, which is fine. She made a good antagonist, I just wish there was more of a sense of danger like in the first season. It felt a lot calmer and more love focused, I'd love to see aro representation here too.

Which brings me to my final criticism.

Aziraphale.

Now I have no degree in literature, I am literally [REDACTED] years old and fresh outta highschool. This is mainly just my opinion. As the rest of it has been.

But it was my interpretation that the entirety of GO season one was to represent Aziraphale finally accepting the fact that he is not on the Angels' side nor the Demons' side, but on Crowley's side. I had thought it was quite clear that he and Crowley officially made their own little corner of nice living outside of the binary.

However, this seems completely erased in GO2. It's not clear until the last episode, but Aziraphale still wants to be on the Angels' side after everything. It's like GO1 never happened. It felt like a soft reset of his personality in its entirety. Same with Crowley and the whole "nice" thing. I had thought that he was accepting his niceness enough to tolerate being called it every once in a while.

But neither of them changed. In fact they got worse. They didn't communicate with eachother about their relationship (which, I understand), and then the show ended on a cliffhanger after Aziraphale seemingly completely reverts back to when he first met Crowley. Maybe I'm not understanding something, but it just didn't feel right. I'm not Neil Gaiman at all but it wasn't in Aziraphale's character in my opinion.

That all being said, if you haven't watched it and for some reason you read this anyway knowing there would be spoilers, please go watch it if you have access to it and if you enjoyed the first season. The characters are still so very well written and they feel like real people with real experiences which you don't see often in queer media. It's good representation of real people. I can't wait to see what happens next ♡

#criticism #constructive criticism #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

[februaryberries]

the rest of my reaction to the rest of the episodes because i can’t be bothered to split them up

JIMS HOT CHOCOLATE JIMS MUG

she’s so cute im gonna cry

she’s so cute and they’re so like hdjshfjdbf

SHES SO SWEET

DONT HESITATE TO ASK ANY OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT LOVE INSPECTOR CONSTABLE

i feel so bad for nina :(

OH MY GOD HE JOURNALS

aziraphale fuckin writing in a journal kicking his legs like a teenage girl

aziraphale sweetie you’re so brainwashed

OH MY GOD HE MADE IT YELLOW

oooooo i love the bentley driving into the intro art that’s so cool

he’s so obsessed w the rain moment

im so obsessed w ziras diary it’s so funny

now zira that was petty and bad

zira NOOOOOO

oh poor zira he’s so sad

he’s so cute in his little detective costume

THE SKINNY LOWDOWN HES SO SOLLY

gimme the FACTS

well yeah mason hmmmm

im so worried about this girl i feel like this is going to end badly

they’re gonna die

i knew something would go wrong

rip those guys

NO SHE DIED??????? FUCK

he’s insane crowley insane

HES SO TINY

im small arent i

GIANR ROWLEY?????

where are you

GRINDR LMAO

the awning moment

ooooof

VERY CLOSED LOL

it’s always too late :((((

PH MY GOD IS HE IN THE HITCHHIKER

who is she

YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE ????? IM SORRY!?????

WHAT HAT WHAT I HEARD YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM IM FUCKING SCREAMING

furfur WHO

OH MY GOS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS LIKE I HOPED BUT I COULDNT LET MYSELF BELIEVE THEYD ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING SJFJSJCJJSKSZKJDJ OKAY WAIT OKAY IM NOT POSTING THIS UNTIL I FINISH IT NOW IN CASE IM WRONG LOL

Im sorry is it literally raining hearts when zira and crowley are sitting on the roof in the intro are u kidding me

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NOT US GETTING 1941 RIGHT AFTER THEY YOURE AN ITEM COMMENT ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME RN IM GONNA THROW UP

the music

who tf is that guy in the church how is he awake alive whatever

is he flirting is that flirting

oh thank you crowley is there anything i can do for you in return *bats eyelashes* LMAO

ooooo

SISSY TYPE

EW THAT TONGUE WAS SO UNNECESSARY

oh no not magic he’s so silly

nice exactly what nazis deserve

ZOMBIES????

no this poor old man also how did he not see them LMAO

That’s what …… f r i e n d s are for LMAOOOO

CROWLEYS OLD MAN IMPRESSION IS SO FUNNY

he’s so supportive look ziras so happy

SOMEONE YOU REALLY TRUST OH MY GOD

ZIRAS SO EXCITED AW oh rip the magic shop guy

im so scared for aziraphale oh god i don’t know if i can watch

he’s so baby

THE BEES KNEES

JIGGERY POKERY

OH NO MIRACLES BLOCKED OH FUCK

oh no

evidence envelope LMAO

im so nervous but i know it’s going to work H

he’s so whimsy

OH HE DID A MAGIC TRICK W THE PHOTO DIDNT HE

BRILLIANT AZIRAPHALE IF U DID WHAT I THINK U DID

Lmao get fucked nazis

YES ZIRA I KNEW IT

oh my god im gonna throw up

they’re so sweet

SHADES OF GREY

im so

CROWLEYS PET????

TJE BULLET HOLE STUCKERS THRE STICKERS

oh no are the demons gonna crash his night

HES GIVING AWAY BOOKS

NO WAY DAVID PUTTING ON THE FEZ I SEE YOU AS HE ALSO MENTIONED THE DR WHO BOOK ARE U KIDDING I FUCKIN SEE YOU

THE FEZ LMAOO

HER ARMOR LMAOOOO

this is so awkward lmao

OH FOFO FURFUR WHATEVER HIS MAME IS

Zira please stop speaking french

YOUVE BEEN TOGETHER LONG IM KILLING MTSELF IM THROWING UP

HES NOT MY BIT ON THE SIDE

other peoples love lives always seem more straightforward than our own AND HE WALKS AWAY HE DIDNT KNOW IM HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WAHHHH

Im losing my mind oh god the season finale is after this episode im going to throw up

WHAT IS THIS

SMITTEN IM SORRY ???

this isn’t going to end well

okay but the way they do the texts from Lindsey is so cool

my only friend

OH NO HES SO SAD

CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

oh thank god

crowley OH ITS IN THE MATCHBOX

DO YOU WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE CROWLEY AWEWW IM GONNA DIE

Oh sweet girl

nobody would believe you anyway :( WAIT AND SEE LMAO

So beautiful

OH NO MAGGIE

A SEASMSTRESS

ZIRA U CANT FORCE PPL TO FEEL THINGS

he’s so worried :((( crowley

HES ASKING HIM TO DANCE ??????? IM SORRY ARE THEY GOING TO DANCE

jim :((( a

THE FUR COAT LMAO

TOSTE

oh rip the annoying guy LOL

i won’t leave you on your own maggie :(

BUT RESCUING ME MAKES HIM SO HAPPY????????? IM SORRY EXCUSE ME WHAT

YOU SAID BLAH BLAH BLAH

WHY IS CROWLEY GOING TO HEAVE THOUGH

LAST EPISODE IM GOING TO DIE

his little prance

MAGGIE NO

man that one demon can’t catch a break

HIS LITTLE HAPPY WALK LOL

crowleys emotional support angel

CROWLEY YOUR MEMORY

are gabriel and beelzebub going on dates these look like dates LMAO

SHE GAVE HIM THE FLY ????

WAIT ACTUALLY I DIDNT THINK I WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD

HES SUGGESTING ALPHA CENTURI FOR THEM AND ITS LIKE BUT THATS WHERE HE WAS GOING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE

it’s a crime that gabriel and beelzebub are getting together before crowley and zira THEY DID IT FIRST

us time

he’s tidying up the shop :(((( and waiting for zira

im gonna throw up im gonna throw up oh no what is azira going to say what did matatrom say oh no

NO CROWLEY WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS IM GONNA THROW UP

oh no but he doesn’t want oh no

oh zira sweetie

NO IM GONNA THROW UP IM GONNA CRY

NO IM NO

im NO

THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID MAKE THEM KISS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WTH YOU THIS ISNT WGAT I MEANT THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT IM GONNA THROW UP WHAT DO TOU MEAN IM GONNA FUCKINGDYE IM SOBBING ZIRA NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO ZIRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ZIRA NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT

how am i ever ever ever ever supposed to recover from this the way they both wanted the other to come with them but zira is too brainwashed by heaven still and it’s heart breaking and the way crowley kisses him because he thinks he’s never gonna have the chance now the NO NIGHTINGALE GALES we could have ben US zira being so heartbroken by the kiss I FORGIVE YOU don’t bother what if i eat my entire laptop right now

The way he tenderly touches his lips afterwards is Gut Wrenching and then he’s about to say he thinks he’s made a mistake and then you see him pack those feelings away in a box and shove them deep down and what if i died right now

#good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #im #neil gaiman #took me out back and shot me with that last scene #im so #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RECOVER IM SORRY #tw suicide joke #i say im gonna kms a lot but i mean it in a good way if that makes sense #yk how it is being deranged about media

[stupidcanofpeaches]

okay okay so i just finished s2 of shadow and bone and again i have a Lot of Feelings about the matter. if you haven’t watched it yet please please just scroll down and past this one immediately bc here there be spoilers. you’ve been forwarned.

and now, the Feelings.

first of all, the ending. man. i know that jurda parem was in the books which i haven’t really read yet but im really excited about it bc i know from osmosis that something happens to nina and also we get to see more of the fan favorite barrel rat kaz and the rest of the crows which im always happy to. secondly, the ending. the Ending. finally some corrupt the cutie. i mostly like alina even despite certain mary sue shades but goddamn her slowly starting to slip into something way too similar to kirigan? hell yeah. that little smile she has when she straight up cuts the woman in half with the shadow cut, like straight up just kirigan’s shadow cut? Neat. that’s really Neat. i want to see how it works out for someone who’d witnessed how hunger for power works but also has totally the best intentions. give me a hint that a character is about to go a little nutty and all of a sudden im way more invested in the plotline.

and, of course, kaz and inej. tear my heart out why won’t you. also just gonna say that i appreciate all the kaz whump in s2! im definitely rewatching the pekka rollins scene. you know the one. the i’m begging you. are you? scene. the best a man can be is bloodied and unhinged. he gasps beautifully. yes i feel like a maniac writing this. and the magic drug hallucination scene? that fucking transition from him falling back and then sinking into the water with his arms open hhhhggngngng. also yeah it’s a little funny how the other crows hallucinate something somewhat nice, like jesper seeing his mom and gaining the resolve to be himself, or inej seeing kaz the way she’d like him to be - open, without his armor, able to touch her - and then there’s kaz just straight up hallucinating his dead brother pretty much waterboarding him and attempting to murder him. if i wanted to, i could probably also go into some way too deep analysis here and suggest that people on magic plant drugs tend to hallucinate things they want badly, and that kaz definitely has some sort of survivors guilt and a secret death wish. but i won’t. and the waking up scene! god. good god. that fleeing little second where he goes still and stares up at her, and his eyes are suspiciously wet. inej’s finger doing this little circle on his temple in an attempt to soothe him. the moment the reality hits him and you can see his brows furrow and then he cringes and twists away and inej immediately lets go of him. my heart my heart man why do you have to do this to me. and yeah i might have watched this scene a few times too many. 

and the finale ughhhhhhh. i will have you without armor or i will not have you at all. the fact that the scene takes place in the chapel with the stained glass saint looming over them. my only complaint is that is somewhat came off as inej almost blaming kaz for uhhhh. being traumatized? him not wanting to touch people without some sort of barrier between them, and sometimes even with the clothes acting as said barrier, is quite literally an involuntary trauma response, one he cannot control consciously - seemingly he can somewhat work with this if it’s a life or death situation, but not always (as shown by the scene where nina drags him by the scruff of his neck off to pekka rollins, which, on purpose or not, probably was not enjoyable and im almost sure nina touched his neck in the process)/ maybe im just reading too much into stuff. and no im not blaming inej for this - god knows she earned the right to have an equal partner who can be open with her. but her leaving and the longing look kaz gives her....... and the way he clearly wants to say something different but hesitates and then kind of blurts out the stupid thing about wanting to die buried in all the money he will hoard one day...... the way he can’t help but flinch away as inej holds his gloved hand...... that deep exhale and the look in his eyes as she leaves......

somebody send help i want another season of preferably just crows. ive got the crows brain rot. 

also david noooo why couldn’t you hide together with genya??? good god i swear he could’ve survived but no genya was not spared by the narrative. also good on her for getting the opportunity to torch kirigan’s body. genya deserved better.  

#also can we get nina and the crows breaking matthias out of prison #i mean i know how it goes in the books #bc im a stupid bitch and i already know all the spoilers #but come on please #thats enough of dead lovers #also i wanna see the ice court heist #which surprisingly i don't know much about? #aside from the fact that kaz almost drowns in the process ig?? #and i want a happier ending for kaz and inej #can we please see those two working through their respective traumas #together #and also alina can go a little apeshit #as a treat #peaches speaking #shadow and bone spoilers

[joysmercer]

Idk if this is too chaotic of an idea to write about but what if Amber was the osirian?

alskjdfl chaotic, but perfect :D

part one of, like, 3ish?

the search for the ankh pieces is...strange, to say the least

amber loves the adventure of it all, obviously, and it's nice to have best friends right there in the house who aren't trying to steal your boyfriend away from you

but at the same time, she feels a tug in her chest when she's around them, almost like a spirit willing her to be there

it starts off as just a pang, like when nina got locked in the attic during her initiation and amber felt compelled to help fabian get her out

but it worsens over time

when they're trying to break Patricia out of the shed, amber tries to get nina away from there

she honestly doesn't even know why she does it, especially since she was as worried about Patricia as the rest of them were

but something about nina being there set off warning bells in amber's mind that she's simply unable to quiet

nina, obviously, chalks it up to fear—and amber doesn't know how to describe the dark omen she can almost see hanging over the other girl's head as they attempt to break down the door

she tells fabian later on, "if it were you instead of nina, or just me alone, I wouldn't have been like that."

fabian just gives her a strange look, though, so amber drops it and resolves to ignore whatever it is from then on.

and so she does, throwing herself into a matchmaking business and prom-planning committee and all sorts of other extracurriculars to take her mind off of sibuna for a while

which doesn't really help, since the only time the feeling isn't there at this point is when she's doing sibuna stuff

how ironic, right?

during one prom meeting, she suddenly feels her throat close up and she runs out of the room in the middle of mara's cost analysis breakdown of different catering services, completely panicked

but she feels fine as soon as she gets back to the house to find fabian and nina on the couch, playing a video game with alfie and jerome

two days later, she and five others are locked in a room with a maniac, and she chalks up the lightning bolts prickling her arms to sheer terror

and after prom, she forgets about it entirely as sibuna wraps up their mystery and set their sights towards a new challenge: end-of-year exams.

but the feeling comes back in full-force the next year, as soon as nina explains to amber what senkhara's mark means

amber makes the remark about how she's all about taking risks and is still going to help them, mark or not, but it comes out a little squeaky and not-at-all amber-like as she's trying to force down a sudden wave of nausea that overtakes her

from then on, every time nina's stressing about something instead of talking about it, or trying to figure out a clue without help, amber’s brain starts to get a little fried

and once the mask ball rolls around, it’s definitely way more than fried

she insists on going last during the hopscotch challenge - “in case someone (pointed look at fabian) fucks up, i have the highest chance of getting across” 

and of course, nina then insists on going last, finally resorting to a fashion-based plea (”amber, you’ll ruin your dress if you have to crawl!”)

the buzzing in amber’s head gets louder and louder

“nina, you’re going first, then fabian, then me. end of story.”

the other two recoil at the sharpness of her words, so shocked they don’t even bother arguing.

(she does end up having to crawl, but somehow her dress makes it through unscathed)

amber knows that joy kissed fabian before nina even opens her mouth. the betrayal is just wafting off of her in waves.

and she knows that the last thing nina wants to do is stay at school, so she agrees to cover her as she goes back to anubis.

it takes amber sixty-five seconds flat to realize her mistake

amber takes off sprinting, heels in hand, grabbing fabian by the collar as she dashes past him

and amber’s the one who grabs her back from the chasm, just in the nick of time.

before either one of them can ask nina how they could get across, senkhara appears.

osirian, you have evaded me long enough. she raises a palm, and amber collapses, pain searing down her ankle.

amber wakes up to find herself on her bed, nina leaning over her worriedly.“oh, thank god you’re awake.”

amber tries to sit up, and that’s when she notices the mark. “I got branded, didn’t I.”

nina nods, then frowns. “senkhara called you something weird when she did it though. the osirian? fabian’s on his computer now, trying to find out what that means.”

but amber has other things on her mind. “what time is it? is the party—?”

nina informs her that it’s 3am and the party ended ages ago. so much for that. 

once ninas asleep, she reaches for her phone and finds a text from fabian: update on the chasm - there’s a snake bridge thing we can use to get across if we can figure out how to move it with just the three of us nina said no but i think we need the others

amber shoots off a quick thumbs-up and puts her phone away, staring at the ceiling until tiredness finally overtakes her.

#house of anubis #asks #xwhy-so-siriusx #my writing #myposts #this was super fun thanks for asking!!! #i’m writing as i rewatch and currently planning for part 2 to be the rest of s2 and then part 3 being as much of s3 i see fit #high key have no idea what to do for s3 though lmao

[miscreantahead]

I'm having a self-love and also a loud-mouth today and I've been watching a lot of "why X live action adaptation of manga/anime was terrible" video which has made me want to be negative. Just still not over this so I just want to compile a list of things that made it impossible for me to stay immersed and enjoy gomens2. This is brought to you by reading stuff about how it just doesn't vibe with "x audience" NO season 1 didn't really vibe with me, but I still liked it because it was fundamentally good in most respects. Also the idea that people who didn't like it didn't just because they felt Aziraphale was stinky at the end. So, anyway, specific things I couldn't stand: 1. Crowley and Aziraphale meeting as angels even though that scene in eden in season one was easily read as the first time they met. I was very VERY willing to forgive this one because the scene was cute and well done, but in retrospect it should have been a warning for what was to come.

2. the birds making goat noises. they didn't need to make goat noises. they could have just been there, tons of birds of the same species just hanging around for no reason, Aziraphale could have put that together. you really had to make them baaaa?? that scene would have been so clever and fun without the goat noises. Petty, probably, but another thing I would have forgiven if it wasn't for what followed.

3. The entire, ridiculous, long, drawn-out and painful sequence of convincing the angels that Job's kids were not the same kids. What the fuck even was that, there had to be 99 better was to execute that but they overthought it.

4. Crowley introduces Aziraphale to food was the first sign that I felt like they were an annoying level of 'these two are everything to each other even on a stupid, unnecessary level and they basically have no characteristics that are completely independent of one-another' which continued throughout the rest of the past storylines.

5. The bullet catching thing was so stupid and boring, the whole thing, and the ending where he magics away the photo was probably the most cliche and poorly executed "aha!" i've seen in a while, and they seriously dedicated an entire (the worst) episode to building up to it. You basically ruined the book-rescue scene and moment by branching that nonsense off of it.

6. What the hell even was the entire grave robbing episode? Somehow not as bad as the magician episode though.

8. The plot point of trying to convince heaven Nina and Maggie were in love by making them fall in love was so fucking... ugh I wanna say it I just want to say it it was soooooo fffffff...fffaaaaannffiiii okay you get it.

9. The exploding halo things was weird and goofy and "oh you exploded your halo not only did it solve all of the problems currently present but it summoned everyone we need to the area so we can deliver this final reveal" what the fuck was that.

10. Beelzebub and Gabriel, while the fact that their relationship spanned the entirety of the season from the first scene offered a microscopic amount of charm, the actual reveal was so B and half-assed that even though Beelzebub's actress did a very nice job with the love-struck looks that almost got me all by themselves it was otherwise practically unwatchable.

11. Maggie and Nina's talk with Crowley was so 90's romcom and not in a good way, it didn't belong. I use talks as awkward and forced as that when I don't feel like doing actual work to develop romance when writing fanfiction. You literally could have left that out and let Crowley react to Beelzebub and Gabriel by confessing instead. You overthought it, you did too much, an innocent mistake but the pile was already so big that I'm throwing it on.

12. So, basically, by the time the actual dramatic scene which was actually not that terrible as a whole, the dialogue was weird at times but david tennant's delivery especially rescued it every single step of the way but it didn't fucking matter because I was already emotionally numb to the entire situation from all the bullshit they tried to sell me in the first 5 episodes.

The acting was good, the humor was honestly great, I did at least laugh a lot which at least let me get some joy out of the experience. Even the visuals were absolutely fine to me. It really was just the writing, everything else tried so hard to save it but it's a story, the writing is key.

#found this fucking tea in my drafts

[boxwinebaddie]

uncleeeee nina hihihi omg i was so into ur pep fic for a long tiime during the peak of my sp hyperfixation phase but then in classic adhd fashion it just poofed away out of nowhere and put itself in the backburner of my mind + school had started smh but now it's lowk coming back so i went and finally read ur rem(ember) fic yesterday and it's literally so good i'm obsessed i've already reread it twice and drowned myself in all the content you've written on tumblr abt them !! also tell me why idk when i was reading like i just feel like that one meme with the guy that's in the period aisle asking what size pussy you wear would apply to jerseykyle buying pads for ravenstan lmao they just give me those vibes for some reason ?? anywayyyy i wish u well and i hope you're taking care of urself !! <3

aaaaaaah!!! hi friend! it's nice to see a familiar face ( haha anon joke ) in my inbox! i think it's so lovely when i get messages from people who read peppermint -- and decided to stick around!!! ur so sweet! thank you for enduring my psychosis and sorry that i had the boys fight and never resolved it. but u know what? the pep boys do not fight on here and i just had ravesey break up do it instead! ur so welcome! xx

also, while i am personally glad to hear you're back...i'm also sorry ur hyperfixation came back: welcome back to hell, baby! but aaaaaaa i get so EXCITED when people message me about liking remember! when i tell you i was nervous as all fuck to post that fanfic because i thought it was way too weird...but the reception for rm has been overwhelming positive, like u guys have been so stoked on it!!! <3 ;-;

like, when i tell y'all over the past week i have accumulated like over like closer to fifteen different anons about rm related topics? AAAA which, i'm so sorry ( or ur welcome, i suppose? ) that there's so much rm on your dashboard especially if u just followed me bc rp is gods sweet angel and keeps shouting me out on her blog and u wanna be polite and also apease the style whumpshot princess of pain. i get it.

but yeeeeah i gotta get through all those anons and then some and by some i mean A LOT so again...sorry if ur seeing a lot of that content but also...i personally love the jersey raven merger. <3333

ALSO!!!!!!! THE FACT THAT UR ENJOYING MY TUMBLR CONTENT MAKES ME LITERALLY SO HAPPY!!!!! AAAAHHH ITS MY FAVE!!! tbh i got really insecure abt it and thought i was being annoying or answering the asks really weird ( rip uncle neens inferiority complex ) so thats why they get privated...smh. again i'm trying not to do that! and knowing you are enjoying ur bonus content is so wonderful. i adore adore adore you my darling! thank you for reading. mWAH!

BROOOO!!! *jersey vc* STAHP IT!!! thats WAAAY too real!!! also best boyfriend award jerseykyle like i love him so much like idc if he's scary and mean to everyone else he is sooo nice to ravenstan <333 which is saying something bc raven is crAnky on his period lmaoo.

like i'm not sure if you read that ask where i was talking about how crimson dawn got their name and its an insane joke abt ravenstan being on his period and when u feel homicidal rage sakhdld i love blood moon sm. but i bet u anything that kyle watched that interview where he was talking about it and fucking and brought stan that fucking ice cream that he was talking about them being out of at the store and also brought taco bell and ibuprofen...i love you. jersey is literally so wonderful istg, he is my angel. MWAH JERSEY!

but uhhhh i made myself hella sad bc i was thinking abt the drabble i was writing where they FOOKIN BREAK UP!!!!! :((( I HATE MY LIFE and ravenstan takes kyle in and theyre talking. theres this part where kyle is like what are u doing here btw u have a show? and hes like i had to cancel it bc i feel like awful and jersey is like...is it the drinking?

( like excuse me kyle u are not entitled to that information...but also that break up definitely caused a massive ravenstan manic bipolar episode and he relapsed and started drinking again....BOOOOO!!!! ) anyways! stan is like no its actually bc i'm not drinking haha you know how those first couple of days are for me and kyle is like :((( ( boooo ) but anyways stans like but tbh the withdrawls are nothing i'm on my fucking period and i want to d*e...again sdhlks smh and kyle is like OOOOF Oh Fuck i forgot to pick up take--and then stops and is like well i guess someone else has gotta pick you up takeout and pain medication and taco bell huh? ;-; and tries to laugh but...rip

but also goddamnit kyle does that man look like hes entertaining gentleman callers wearing ur freaking underwear and sweatshirt and listening to ur sadie hawkins first dance song on vinyl?? like??? hello?

anyways...too real, but no fr, like kyle was really like -squints- i am so confused...excuse me random gentleman...i am lost dksahasd also i want you to know he bought every size aslkhdsalkds i'm crying.

-uncle nina, jerseykyle stan

#THIS WAS SO FUNNY #i am glad ur back for more my friend and i am glad it is not disappointing you! #i try to keep it fun and fresh on here #tbh growth is starting w pep and then reading remember #truly iconique behavior #but also speaking of iconique behavior jersey is so cute #he did also bring stan a succulent bc of him going off abt bouquets being bundles of dead plant bodies #stan was like ;-;;;;;; <33333 i would hug u but i cannot move i will die and jerseykyle came to him and kissed him on the head #i truly hate my life why are they fighting #like my brother in christ they are MARRIED #I AM A DIVORCED MOTHER #THIS IS SO HORRIBLE but no hes so cute he does it every month and set reminders on his phone i love him sm #he did research and when i tell u he was horrified and did it anyways and asked bebe he was like im frightened lol #he was so stressed out abt tampons he was like that looks fucking crazy i am not buying those that looks like a weapon #love u jersey hes my hero stan was like im love u so much

[littl3gayp3rs0n]

Lock the door

The merry whump of May Day 11

Warnings!!! Sexual assault Nsfw but not in a good way. May be triggering Sketch heard the faint click of the door. “You heard that? Now where would Lana go ‘up north?’ Mark asks Sketch couldn’t speak,and Mark had forgotten about this. Then he removed the ties and things from his body and turned his face to look at him “You’re quite pretty you know” mark smirked “Fuck off. I don’t know where she would go” sketch snarled, a burst of confidence filling him. “Don’t talk to me like that. You should know better. Or have you forgotten EVERYTHING I did to you.” Sketch shuddered, fear reappearing. “Sketch press that button, lock the door… I’d do it if I was you.” He clicked the lock down, as Mark pulled his body back. “You gonna tell me where she might be?” Sketch struggled against Mark. “Oh no.. this has been going on way too long, and your face is too pretty to put to waste. You’re gonna tell me. Or I’ll fuck the shit out of you til you do.” “Stop it stop it! You can’t.. you can’t do this. One it’s illegal, two I have a p-partner and three I’m fucking scared.” Sketch pleaded “I don’t give a shit. Tell. Me. Where. She. Is” Mark commanded “now” “I would rather die” sketch snarled He knew what position he was in, but he couldn’t let him get to Lana. He cared about them too much. Sketch was terrified, his trauma was clearly being triggered but Mark just smiled, he wanted him dead, this was as close as it got. And of course.. he thought sketch had SUCH a nice.. body and of course face… Mark just smirked and wandered his hand down to his lower body. (Okay the triggering part is coming up and I was dying inside whilst writing this it’s so awkward cause Ik one of my best friends will read this. Hi Nina) “S-stop! STOP!” Sketch screamed Mark didn’t listen, of course and retired the rope around sketch’s wrists. In addition, placing a black, thick blindfold around his eyes. He unlooped the belt keeping his jeans in place and pulled them down. Sketch struggled against him, and tried to pull away. “Here are the rules, I’m going to do this..” He said, touching him all over his legs and tracing his hands upwards. “And you’re going to follow the rules.” “Rule number one. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Rule number two. You’re going to let me do this, and if you tell me not to do this, I won’t stop. Rule number three. When I’m done, if you can remember your name, you’re gonna tell me where they are.” Mark lifted Sketch up and took him and himself to the backseat, pinning his stomach to the material. Sketch almost whimpered, not because he wanted it, because he was scared. He wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. Mark lowered himself down and began to, In his own words ‘fuck the shit out of him’. Sketch hated it, he hated it. No one was meant to touch him, no one! No except Lana. “MARK STOP STOP IT STOP!” Sketch screamed, feeling very uncomfortable. His body shaking with what Mark was doing to him. Mark still continued to penetrate him and tutted. “Rule number 4, don’t make a fucking sound from now on.” He sniggered Sketch’s body shook, and he couldn’t take it. Inside him felt sharp and stinging, but again, not in the good way. He felt violated, and scared. “Fuck… okay we’re done. Where is she?” He laughed “In your mum”

@themerrywhumpofmay

#merry whump of may #whump #warning #tw assualt