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Lethal Woman- Chapter 9 (Astarion x GN! Daywalker Vampire reader) MDNI 18+

Author note- I deleted so many drafts. This is not really edited. I don’t like this one much but it’s the best I have right now. Hopefully the next chapter is better.

CW: Violence, gore, torture, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of sexual trauma, fluffy (?)

Chapter Ten

Everyday in the Underdark is worse than the last. On the first day- the various creatures and the requests were easy to deal with.

On the second day, you had made friends with the local Myconid colony and began helping the locals. You and Astarion are happy and healing together- putting together your future plans and he finds an excuse for you to stay in his tent every night. You and your other companions have lots of fun together for the most part. You all enjoy several bottles of wine and some of Halsin’s ‘special nature leaves’ as you and Astarion have begun to call it. The food is good, the company is good, and you feel good.

For once- despite the tadpole in your head- you felt truly genuinely happy and at home.

Until you went to sleep on the third night.

You woke up entirely inconsolable and you couldn’t breathe. Dahlia was here and you could tell because your dreams were… grotesque.

You thought she would continue to terrorize you with your guilt about losing Tessa if you crossed paths, but instead, she showed you Astarion.

He was being torn apart with Cazador’s knife as Dahlia helped rip the flesh off the bone. He is fighting back so hard, but it’s too late. Dahlia and Cazador have killed him, mutilated him, and turned him into a zombified version of himself. It was a threat- a promise.

You’ve seen this dream in different and more grotesque variations every night after the third night since you arrived in the Underdark 8 days ago. You feel insane and on edge. Dahlia keeps telling you that your companions despise you- you really are beginning to believe it.

You are a selfish horrible creature? Why would they want to protect you? Once you have outlived your usefulness- they will all drop you.

But I won’t abandon you because I love you.

Dahlia is constantly finding ways into your head to crack you. On the second day, she began twisting people’s words. You had to ask them to repeat sentences several times because you couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. Dahlia was able to break you enough to convince you that every word that she warped from your companions’ mouth was actually what they were saying to you.

Astarion and Karlach had been the worst- Karlach made an appearance in your dream the night before and you had to sit and watch as she fought in the blood war because you led Zariel to her- you are a selfish creature who gets all your loved ones killed because you can’t let go.

Astarion holds onto you as you bite into your arm and disappear into yourself the first two nights, trying not to scream as the nightmares slowly pull you farther and farther from your reality. You could feel him flinch with every painful bite your jaw leaves on your arm. Your skin was completely destroyed, but you couldn’t stop.

If you scream- it will only get worse and Dahlia will hurt you more. She keeps explicitly telling you that and you are far too tired to think rationally- let her think for you. You are 13 again and you resent it.

You have absolutely no doubt in your mind after day 3 that Dahlia is after you. This was one of the ways Dahlia had picked you apart when you were 13. You aren’t sure how she is able to insert herself so easily into your mind now, but this is how it begins- Nightmares.

Then, she goes after your ability to eat. You had hoped the tadpole would prevent it, but apparently the secret dream visitor only wants to help if it benefits them.

After she has stripped you down to your bones, she begins the physical abuse and training.

No matter how much you are suffering, you merely told your companions that you just were adjusting to the new environment. You just aren’t good with change. You don’t want them knowing a psychotic vampire could break into camp at any point and massacre them all. Dahlia had thoroughly managed to persuade you enough to believe they all secretly despise you and are waiting for an excuse to kick you out. Especially Astarion. She tells you he thinks about it everyday.

The words he would say were constantly twisted to tell you how awful he thinks you are, how much of an easy fuck you are, and every horrible thing that ‘he’ thinks you deserve. You became hyper paranoid around him- refusing to be close by but also still dreaming about him dying a horrible, slow death almost every night.

Astarion kept trying to get you to come back and sleep with him in his tent, asking you to come cuddle with him, saying he’ll protect you while you sleep but you would sit, shivering from the fear hibernating in your bones and stare at the fire- jumping at every sound.

When he had tried again on the 5th day- you had gone absolutely ballistic and refused to be near him. He looked heartbroken, but you think you are saving you both the trouble.

“No!,” you had hissed, “you are selfish and obnoxious. Besides- why would I want to be with the likes of you?”

Your current regret was not saying anything and now you are too scared to say anything.

This is what ultimately leads to where you are now- throwing up violently and shaking because Tessa’s severed head had been staring up at you from the cauldron.

You had screamed bloody murder- then you put your arms and hands all the way into the boiling hot water, giving yourself skin melting burns, but you weren’t even aware of that. All you could hear is her screaming for you to save her and you are desperate to.

More and more of Tessa keeps coming up to the surface and it’s so real. You are screaming her name- begging the voice of Dahlia in your head to stop hurting her.

Astarion was able to wrestle your arms back to your sides, and as Shadowheart and Halsin made quick work of healing your arms- you began panicking and having tunnel vision because you screamed and you are not allowed to scream- before you ultimately began dry heaving and vomiting up stomach acid. You clench your eyes shut- you cannot show you are in pain.

“Ha! I’ll show you pain!”

The memory hits you like a bus and you don’t know how it happened, but she has broken you. One year of freedom was completely erased by 5 days of torment.

You collapse onto the ground- pulling yourself away from Astarion, and begin to scream in agony for your parents- covering your face like a child- as she changes your hallucination. You watch your mom’s deceased corpse being eaten by pigs while your dad continues to be decapitated over and over again. Astarion’s screams of pain fill the background and Karlach’s resentment towards you is scraping at your skin as your ‘friend’ is telling you how much you deserve this- how you are the reason Zariel was able to get her back. You killed her.

You can feel your broken sobs and you are belligerently begging to be left alone, to go back home please. You miss your tent- you miss your simple life and the streets of Westgate. You wish you could go back to the night before- the last night you truly lived.

Dahlia still won after this entire time and you don’t care anymore. Just like 10 years ago.

The realization hurts, but she pushes it out of your mind with her next sentence. Fear grips your heart, but you can’t get yourself to tell anyone what is happening to you. You can’t trust anyone.

Don’t worry child, I love you and I’m going to bring you home.

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Astarion is beyond worried for you at this point. You had gone from being this bright light in your group of melancholic anti-heroes to a completely terrified, paranoid shell of yourself.

Gale, Shadowheart, and Halsin identified the cause- someone had put a curse on you at some point. Halsin theorizes that you have been carrying around this curse for a while considering the individual has to be able to physically carve this curse into your bones for it to be a spell that can be manipulated to be on or off- provided the original bestower is still alive and within the same region.

The curse was Insidious Insomnia- it had allowed this person to access your dreams and slowly build upon them because you were going mad from exhaustion and nightmares you wouldn’t show Astarion- no matter how much he begs you to let him back in.

Gale put together that a Hallucinate spell is probably what caused you to see whatever you saw in the Cauldron.

Gale revealed a new chilling detail- whoever this is must be around their camp often and they are coming by more because you are getting worse and worse. Also Hallucinate was not a wide range spell.

You had pushed Astarion away and that broke his heart.

You had told him to go fuck himself, if you “were that easy of a fuck” then why not just take advantage like the selfish asshole he is, and how he is worth absolutely nothing to you- how he is a fool for even trusting you. Astarion had been so confused. He had never said any of that to you.

At first he resented you- how dare you trick him into stumbling head over heels just to pull the rug out from underneath him. You gave him hope- talked about traveling and seeing the world with him. He had definitely sat in his tent and cried- not having enough energy or willpower to go kill anything, but also feeling so ashamed of himself for even thinking he could ever open up his heart to someone in the first place. Cazador was right- he was a pathetic boy.

He hated you and cared for you all at the same time and it was painful. Astarion was trying to figure out what went wrong- then it began happening to Karlach not even an hour later. She had run up to Astarion’s tent in tears asking if he knew what she had done wrong. The fact that you were suddenly dropping both him and Karlach at the same time with irrational reasoning behind it was too convenient. Something had to be wrong.

You were hostile with the others as well, but it was not nearly as bad. It was like the more you care about the person, the worse your revulsion to them is.

It was a lot easier to breathe when everyone had all agreed that your behavior was incredibly bizarre and abnormal. It’s entirely possible you don’t mean a single word you said to him and that gives him hope (stupidly enough). The you he is grieving and missing is still there underneath a horrible curse.

Halsin, Gale, and Shadowheart were all frustrated- trying to come up with some solution because none of them are okay with watching you suffer. Everyone in camp cares about you- even if they don’t particularly care about each other - because you take the time to know them, learn from them, and make them feel important.

Astarion is the most frustrated that there isn’t a solution in sight. Everything had been amazing up until the third night in the Underdark. Now it’s day 8 and he doesn’t recognize you anymore. Watching your pain is unbearable and he knows he eventually needs to talk to you about how he feels- if you ever come back to him.

Astarion had begun to slowly accept his feelings as he would do silly little things for you- like braid your hair differently, trying to make you laugh, helping you clean your armor, and he would stitch up your low quality shit that he knows you can afford to replace- which he will be making you when you arrive at Baldur’s Gate.

This is not you. He knows you and something has to be very wrong for this to be happening. It doesn’t make it hurt any less, but he is scared to truly lose the first real companion he’s ever found. He adores you and he knows you adore him- it will be okay.

Karlach is sitting next to your angry, thrashing figure as Shadowheart tries to bind your arms and legs for your safety- she’s trying to remind you of all the stuff the two of you had gone through together since meeting, but you are gone and screaming at her to stop fucking lying.

“I CANT TRUST YOU,” you scream and spit at the top of your lungs, your voice cracking, “ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING LIARS- LIARS!!!”

Karlach got up and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Astarion knows they’ll be talking about all of this later- the two of them depending on each other to get through watching you become something that is unrecognizable.

“Fancy seeing you here- nin nikym mor .”

*elven translation literally means my (Nin), Dagger (Nikym), Darkness/ the True Death (mor). What I hope the sentence says is ‘my dagger of darkness’

Her voice runs down his spine like a fever. Astarion immediately knows who the woman is without having to look.

“What do you want Dahlia,” you manage to hiss through the delirium

“Oh just that little Spawn of Cazador’s” Dahlia looks at Astarion before she gives you a disconcerting smile, “I am so excited to see you nin úvanimo. I do miss the old you though. You looked so much better with corpse eyes. So much more…. Empty.”

(*elvish here translates to my Monster.)

Astarion feels fire burning up under his skin. This is the woman who has tortured Rowan for the last 11 years.

You look different now- you look really fucking pissed actually.

“So go on my little úvanimo,” Dahlia coos, “kill the Spawn and I’ll release you from your curse.”

“Over my dead body,” you snarl in an animalistic manner.

Astarion looks at you with surprise and realizes something- Dahlia may be able to twist your perspective on everyone else’s point of view, but she will always be Dahlia. Predictable, malicious Dahlia. There isn’t a single anxiety to have there.

And Astarion, despite whatever you think he thinks of you currently, will always be Astarion. You will protect him- despite how horrific you feel and the offer on the table. You are in so much pain and you are declining to turn him over to be saved. Astarion would kiss you if he didn’t think you’d physically rip his lower lip off with your teeth at the moment.

Dahlia glowers at you, “I’m sorry- I think I might have misheard you.

“I’m going to give you a second chance- go fet-“

“No,” you gasp in pain as a wave of red energy goes pulsing through your body, “get out of my head- now.”

“Pft! None of these people love you- you fucking moron,” Dahlia begins to step forward and Astarion steps to block you from her, “especially not this little fucking joke of a Spawn.”

Dahlia continues to try to glare past Astarion, suddenly making a hand motion that makes her eyes glow an even brighter red, “you will obey-“

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!!” You scream, your voice contorted, “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!”

The abrupt outburst causes all of them to look at you, but Astarion makes sure to glance at Dahlia. He can’t help, but feel satisfied by her expression.

Dahlia has a look of realization- it won’t matter how much she tortures you. She has created the perfect killing machine, has tortured you for months like this, and all it did was teach you how to fight through the pain, her commands, and exhaustion. On top of it all- she made you an Apex predator by turning you into a Deathbringer. Dahlia had taught you- molded you- too well and it is about to be her undoing.

Dahlia starts to fling cantrip after cantrip at you and, while it is an impressive display of power, your ability to dodge and weave through your mad haze was a thousand times more worthy of being sung about by the bards. You fling her against a tree and right as you go to land the final blow- your jagged, broken dagger in hand- Dahlia glows bright red and flings a ray of enfeeblement at you.

“Blood magic,” Wyll says in horror.

The twisted magic went through the air so fast you didn’t really have any time to react before it hit you. The scream that leaves Astarion’s mouth is foreign to his own ears. You fall to your knees- evidently in a lot of pain and you cry out.

Then the first several stabs happen- Astarion begins sprinting in Dahlia’s direction when she sends him flying painfully against the concrete wall.

It knocks the wind out of Astarion and his whole body is throbbing in pain, but he is fighting to get up. His vision is swimming in black dots. Your screams are filling the air and Astarion’s thoughts become murderous.

As his vision improves- he sees the rest of their companions fighting more twisted Deathbringers. There are a lot of them, but they are slaughtering them with ease. His attention moves back to you.

“Remember the rules? If you scream- I get to hurt you even more. If you are quiet,” Dahlia slits your vocal chords and a guttural noise leaves your mouth, “I will stop. And do you remember why,” she stabs you, “we,” another stab with a twist this time, “have these rules?!”

You painfully nod and she slams your head into the concrete, Astarion is going to be sick. He has to get up or he is going to watch you die and be taken away to die at his former master’s hands by this terrible woman.

“I don’t think you do- you arrogant,” another stab,”shit!”, she slams your head into the floor again, “That insubordinate Spawn of Cazador’s has tainted you- ruined you. You are a weapon! My weapon! You will treat me with fucking respect! I made you WHAT YOU ARE!”

Dahlia slams your head against the concrete one last time- you are fighting the urge to scream and Astarion is finally up right. His head is throbbing, his body aches, but none of it quells the unrelenting fury consuming him.

Dahlia is outraged and isn’t paying attention to her surroundings. Astarion can very easily work with that.

Dahlia picks you up by the back of your collar, dragging you behind her, and you are basically limp. You are whimpering and silent tears are falling down your face.

Dahlia begins to walk towards the way she came from with you being roughly scraped across the ground.

“I can’t wait to watch the look on your face when he dies screaming,” she seethes, “I thought it was a little joke of Cazador’s- you and his Spawn fancying each other. You insufferable haaku-“

*Haaku means idiot in Elvish

Dahlia hits the ground and releases the back of your shirt because of the force Astarion hits her with. Astarion hits Dahlia with every amount of strength he has- breaking her long sword in the process.

Dahlia says something in Elvish- harnessing some form of magic and as she lets it go- Astarion casts Fire Bolt. They create an explosion and only Astarion goes flying backwards- the majority of the blast being sent back towards him.

Astarion’s vision is doubled as he watches Dahlia stalk towards him. He knows life isn’t fair and maybe under different circumstances- he’d appreciate Dahlia’s shenanigans and her inability to play fair, but right now it’s just really infuriating. He’s going to fucking die, you are going to die, or worse- she’ll make you Cazador’s spawn and you’ll experience the same torture he has until Astarion can save you.

“DAHLIA!”

The woman whirls around in the direction of her name. You are standing there shakily- your clothes are completely blood soaked.

They all watch in silence as Dahlia stares into your wild eyes with fear- your vampiric stare boring into hers. You are practically rattling- whether from exhaustion or anger, Astarion has no idea.

You get close to her much quicker than Astarion thinks anyone anticipated- despite her grasp on you and the multitude of stab wounds- you run your hidden blades into her chest and the soft part of her jaw. You are snarling at her and paralyzing her with terror.

Astarion swears that you are the most beautiful creation in existence as you bare your teeth at her with a wide, malicious grin. He could not be more proud to know you.

Dahlia is gurgling on the ground as you take two ragged steps backwards and cast flaming hands on her- her gurgling becomes akin to screams of terror before dying away completely.

You slowly turn around and Astarion remains frozen- not wanting you to be startled.

You smile at him briefly before coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

Astarion has never run faster in his life.

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The smell of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy floods your nose as you slowly blink awake. You must be in Astarion’s tent.

You are exhausted. Everything hurts- even your head which is currently pounding.

“Soldier,” Karlach whispers fearfully, “are you back with us?”

It comes back to you now. You killed Dahlia. Actually you more so wiped her from existence entirely, but you don’t know how you had been able to put yourself together just enough to get up and fight. You couldn’t let Dahlia have another chance to turn you into something hollow and miserable so you did the only thing you knew how to do- you rolled with the punches as she taught you and you killed your mark. Maybe if it hadn’t been her, Dahlia would have actually been proud.

You look up at Karlach and the fog Dahlia had been forcing you to look through was gone. Your mind is not terrified or clouded in paranoia. You cry and smile brightly and Karlach beams.

“I- I’m back,” you say roughly, “I- you don’t hate me?”

“Gods no!” Karlach says, “what in the world would make you think that!? I love you to pieces! I would do anything for you! You are never ever allowed to believe I hate you ever again- you hear me!?”

You break down completely and hold Karlach’s gloved hand. Karlach doesn’t hate you. Karlach still loves you and is still your best friend. Dahlia had been lying.

Before you can even begin to calm down, you hear the tent open, and Astarion is pulling you into him and just holds you. You weakly hold him back and cry into his neck. You feel his own tears paint the delicate skin of your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “I am so so sorry- I didn’t mean to-“

“Shhhhhhhh, Darling,” he whispers into your ear, “you are okay, I am okay- we are okay. I’m just so happy to have you back.”

You breathe a sigh of relief- camp is home again. Camp is safe.

All you have ever wanted is peace and to feel safe- two things you were denied up until a few hours ago. You want to hate Dahlia despite all the torture and pain she has inflicted upon you- you just couldn’t.

All you feel when you think about her now is peace. She is gone and you are finally free.

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Astarion can’t help but kiss you like he’s starving. He is- he needs you. He doesn’t necessarily feel like having sex, but he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can right now.

You aren’t pulling at his clothes or touching his back. Your hands are simply tangled up in his hair and you are matching his same, needy and slow pace. Eventually you have to pull back for air and Astarion begins to kiss along your jaw and neck- nipping the sensitive skin.

“Are you hungry?” You ask.

Astarion freezes and looks at you in bewilderment.

“Darling, you just basically came back from the dead- less than 24 hours ago, mind you- and you are asking me if I’m hungry?”

“I suppose I am!” You say matter of factly, “Astarian Acunin- ARE YOU HUNGRY?!”

Astarion smiles in spite of himself and chuckles before putting another soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“I am starving,” he says breathily and relishes in the vibrations of the giggles that come from your beautiful, swollen lips.

“Then drink,” you say while stroking his hair, “don’t think about yesterday. I want to do this for you.”

Astarion hums against your neck and begins kissing over the spot where your pulse is the strongest. Astarion has begun to trust that you aren’t hiding anything from him when you say you want to do something for him. You aren’t going to stake him, flay him, or feed him a rat- it’s not a trick question when it’s coming from you. You- for whatever reason- are fond of him and it has him on edge sometimes.

His thoughts are interrupted as your blood rushes into his mouth. The way you taste is overwhelming and insatiable all at once. You taste absolutely incredible- you remind him of a well-aged whiskey.

Astarion struggles to remain aware of how much of your blood he is taking- your hands stroking his hair and your hums of pleasure make him want to never stop.

Well, until he thinks he might have killed you- which he did accidentally kill you the first night and you really just haven’t let him live it down since. You think it’s hysterical and the only other person who found it as funny as you did was probably him (after lots of assurance it was all in good fun) and Karlach.

Astarion is determined to never make that mistake again, but you make it so difficult not to. Your reaction to him is electrifying and full of pleasure- it consumes him.

He stops as he feels your hands begin to loosen in his hair- knowing you won’t tell him to stop, but he needs to. He laps the flowing blood that comes from the wound until it is no longer bleeding.

Astarion looks down at you and smiles wildly- a drop of your blood falls on your forehead and you just start laughing.

Of all the people who he could have ended up on this journey with- he is glad it is you that survived that hellish Nautiloid ship. He can’t think of a single other person who would be able to laugh off all this bizarre vampire shit.

“What are you thinking about Star?” You sleepily ask.

Honestly? Astarion’s mind keeps being distracted by the way you look underneath him in his clothes.

Astarion had been very embarrassed when he asked you to wear his shirt to bed- you were freezing and your clothes were ruined from the brutal attack yesterday.

Now he is very grateful he had asked. Astarion feels like you are his when he looks at you in his shirt- not in an ownership way, but in a “I am yours and you are mine” kind of way.

Watching you succumb to madness and not being able to do anything was hellish- to say the least. Astarion had never felt more helpless and was beginning to worry that you were never coming back.

It’s alarming how much he likes you and how quickly he became smitten with you. While you were losing your mind- Astarion quickly realized he hates being without you. It’s incredibly lonely and boring. He also missed you sleeping in his tent- quickly becoming accustomed to it after a couple of days.

Astarion scans over you one last time- his shirt stops just below your navel and just barely shows your underwear. Astarion is grateful you neglected to wear a bra- the sight of your pert, sensitive nipples underneath his shirt is delicious.

He hums into your ear as he responds, “I was just thinking that you should wear my clothes to bed more often, my Sweet.”

The heat from your skin as you become flustered is one of Astarion’s favorite sensations.

“I guess if you are offering,” you say flirtly back, “I could take your shirt off your hands from time to time- give you one less thing to worry about for a night.”

Astarion rolls his eyes, “oh my beautiful Knight in Shining Armor, what would I ever do without you?”

You erupt in giggles and Astarion can’t help it- he immediately presses his lips to yours, swallowing your laughter as it turns into gasps as he bites your lower lip or slips his tongue in your mouth. He is so attracted to you and the way your laugh lights up your face only made you 1000x more incredible to look at.

You continue to respect his boundaries- allowing him to touch you and guide the ‘conversation’ as you had so awkwardly called it one time. Your companions quickly caught on to what Astarion meant every time he told you he needed to have a ‘conversation’ with you- many of them walking in on your school yard make out sessions.

You told Astarion that you find it rather funny that the whole camp thinks you have an absurd amount of sex when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. You very rarely end up having sex together and when you do it’s really quite amazing, but you both enjoy kissing each other so much that he is easily content with that alone for hours or days on end- just kissing you doesn’t make all of those gross horrible feelings of self-loathing rear their ugly head like they do when you have sex.

The smell of your arousal hits Astarion’s nose as he continues to kiss you. He feels some guilt for not fucking you when he amps you up like this, but you are never upset about it.

He wonders if just pleasing you would make him feel self-loathing. Astarion has never had the luxury of actually choosing how he wants to engage with someone intimately up until he met you- considering you never initiate.

“Darling?”

“Yes Star?”

“Open your legs wider for me.”

You happily comply. Astarion moves one of his hands between the two of you and gently swipes at your clit- you gasp and arch your back into him.

He kisses down your jaw and leaves small love bites along your neck. His other hand slides up your shirt- eagerly pinching and rolling your nipples while making sure to pay attention to both.

Your keening is like music to his ears and he adores the way you look at him as he hovers over you.

Astarion removes your underwear and his cock hardens at the sight of your arousal.

You are soaking and panting with want. You get on your elbows and you look at him with a serious expression.

“Astarion.”

“Yes, my Dear?”

“You aren’t doing this because you feel like you have to- right?”

Astarion pauses and thinks about it for a second- if only to provide you with some comfort in knowing this is what he wants

“No,” Astarion muses, “I’m doing this because I need to taste you- desperately. I did tell you I was starving, didn’t I?”

You fumble and Astarion doesn’t even give you a moment to ask what he means before his tongue is circling your sensitive clit.

Astarion holds your hips down with his hands- gripping them just hard enough that you’ll have slight finger print shaped bruises along your hips.

Astarion begins to alternate between teasing your clit with his tongue and lapping at your sweet arousal between your folds.

“You taste so good, Darling.”

You say something incoherently between moans and Astarion hums in approval against your sensitive nub.

He inserts one of his fingers, curling it so that he barely brushes your g-spot, and works to coax every noise he can out of you.

You are a mess underneath him. Astarion makes a point of teasing the areas that cause you to grip his bedroll until your knuckles are almost ripping the fabric.

Astarion’s cock throbs as your fingers clench around him harder and harder as you get closer to your peak. He uses the ground underneath him to provide him with some relief. Astarion is close from watching your pleasure already, but the friction causes him to cum much faster than he wanted- your orgasm following close behind.

Astarion pulls himself up to your face and kisses you slowly. You hum in bliss against his lips and clasp your hands loosely behind his neck.

“And the verdict is?” Astarion says teasingly against your lips.

Astarion hopes he is able to hide his nervousness. He wants you to enjoy yourself and if this is pleasurable for you then he would certainly enjoy doing this again.

The feelings of guilt and shame were not nearly as strong this time. Everything that just occurred went exactly how Astarion wanted it to go and was exactly what he wanted. He just hopes it’s enough.

Astarion laughs into the crook of your neck and places soft kisses over the fresh bite wounds.

“Your mouth and fingers are good at too many things,” you say breathlessly, “I don’t know whether to be impressed or worried you’ll dominate the world one lock and snarky remark at a time.”

“So- should we revisit this particular conversation more in the future then?”

“Oh we will definitely have to revisit this conversation in the future.”

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Natemare Headcanons

Natemare is sort of a fucked up amalgamation of fear itself, a siren and the spirit of a child

Originally, before he had a name, Natemare came into existence millennia ago as fear itself. He was the physical embodiment of the feeling of fear, and he formed when humans first began to feel fear. So, the main part of him is ancient

As old as humanity at least

The second part of him, the siren part of him, basically he saw that Sirens existed and was like “Oh shit that’s cool, I want to have those powers,” and sort of… like, absorbed one? Like absorbed their powers and spirit (he did have permission) and they became part of him

The child spirit is a relatively recent addition

Before Natemare met the child, he didn’t really have a name. Fear was enough for him. Although he did take on the name Nate when posing as a human, but he didn’t really consider that to be his real name

Also before he met the kid, he didn’t have the tear streaks

Those are markings, not makeup

One day, he felt a near overwhelming feeling of fear, one that he sensed coming from somewhere nearby. He went to go check it out, and came across a child, no older than 13. He was sobbing, and backed away as soon as he saw him. He noticed that their skin was completely gray, and that they were floating above the ground. A spirit then

He asked the child how he was and what he was doing, and finally the child responded. He said that he didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, and said that he was scared, so scared

Fear offered to take that feeling of being scared away from the child. The child accepted, and suddenly the child felt no fear anymore. Fear asked the child if they felt better, and they nodded. They did. They wanted to stay with Fear, because Fear helped him to feel safe when they had no idea what was going on

There was only one way that Fear could do that, and he told the child. The child did not seem to mind; they just seemed happy to be able to stay with Fear in some form. Fear slowly approached the young spirit, and touched their arm. A pulse of power came from Fear’s hand, and in the blink of an eye, the child spirit was gone

Well, not gone. They were a part of Fear now. The kid- Marian- was a part of Fear now. Their tears were now his own, and the markings on Fear’s- no, he needed a new name to match his current state, having two spirits and one ancient manifestation of fear in one body was a lot- Natemare. That sounded good. Marian’s tears were now Natemare’s, both literally and figuratively, as were his memories

There were so many moments of sorrow and pain and fear that it almost brought Natemare to his knees

Natemare, due to having the spirit of a child within him, can act quite childish at times

The spirit of the siren is basically gone now, they’ve moved on

Natemare can control fear, give people nightmares, control smoke and can control others with his songs

He had always been a bit… sadistic, and now he gained a more “insane” and childish attitude towards his torture and murder of humans

Not that he can’t be serious, he is a lot

When he kidnapped Matthew Patrick, he honestly just intended to scare him, then to let him go

Natemare kind of forgot how potent his songs were when a scared and confused human was hearing them

He loves ravens, thinks they’re cool

Treats most things with disdain

After all, he is Fear Itself

Loves the attention he gets when he’s done with a show

If you manage to get close to him (which few have done), he’ll be very protective of you

The effects his songs have changes depending on what he wants them to do

For example, if he was singing, let’s say, Mangled, and he wanted anyone who heard it to fall asleep by the end of it, they would

Most would fall asleep during or just after the chorus, considering that’s when his songs are most powerful

Night owl

Can go a long time without sleep, probably months if he wanted, but since he likes it + it soothes him, he sleeps anyway

#natewantstobattle #nwtb #natewantstobtl #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle egos #nwtb egos #natemare #natemare nwtb

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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ok no sorry your latest childhood friends ficlet is driving me to madness

maybe that last summer they still made the bracelets, but when eddie gave steve his, steve was forced to make a choice and ended up telling eddie they couldn’t be friends anymore, he’s sorry but his parents don’t think he’s good enough, he’s friends with tommy now. it’s not a big deal, god eddie why do you have to be such a baby? just go home eddie no one wants you here (big harry and the hendersons energy ya feel?)

so now steve has both bracelets and he should probably just throw them out but he can’t bring himself to do it, so they sit in his “box of things in the back of my closet that mean something to me and i don’t want my parents to find” for years until the night after the boathouse gets him thinking again, and he grabs them on an impulse as they’re leaving, but there’s a hole in the pocket of his sweatpants so he gives them to robin to hold onto.

and then everything goes to hell.

and when eddie calls his name as they’re marching off to war, he can’t stand that look on his face, like he’s resigned, like they’ve already lost, and he needs eddie’s head in the game because eddie is the one he’s trusting to look after henderson, so he thinks “oh. i can fix this. i can comfort him. i can make him the promise i should have made then.”

and he turns to robin like “bobs, do you still have the-“ and he waves his arms around hip level, and she’s like “oh! shit really? for him huh? ok yeah here” and she pulls out two bracelets eddie hasn’t seen since he was 13 years old and he can’t breathe for a second because what??? he assumed steve would have thrown them out! they don’t even look faded! (and in the background nancy and dustin are like tf is this really the time?? but we’re ignoring that guys they’re having a Moment! god!)

and steve grabs eddie’s wrist and ties on a bracelet eddie spent the last 7 years thinking he had never even made at all, but despite the lack of wear it’s obviously as old as the others, so he must have had it with him that last day and just decided at the last minute to do what he did instead, and what the hell is eddie supposed to do with that knowledge? (nothing right now dumbass you have a wizard to fight get your head in the game) and steve finishes tying it on and hands eddie the other one, the one he remembers making all those years ago, and holds out his own wrist, and eddie’s hands are shaking but he remembers how to do this, and steve is saying “same rules as always, right? when we come out the other side, back to the real world,” (because summer never felt like the real world back then, it was always a liminal space, a pocket dimension where nothing mattered but the two of them, and isn’t that an ironic thought now) “it’s you and me. i’ll still be here. i couldn’t promise you then but i’m promising now, ok?”

and eddie takes a shaky breath and runs his fingers over the bracelet he thought no one remembered but him, and what can he say to that except “give him hell, stevie,” because it’s not like he’s the one doing the dangerous thing. and he’s not the one who didn’t promise to come back all those years ago. there’s no need for him to promise in return, because surely steve knows. he doesn’t have to say the words out loud. so he doesn’t.

and later, in dustin’s arms, he’s glad he didn’t. he wouldn’t want to have to break this promise.

(alaldjiejeka i stg i didn’t mean to write a ficlet in your inbox but like i said that post actually drove me insane so uhhhhh sorry??)

Are you trying to take my job

BUT OKAY ACTUALLY THANK YOU!!! This is soooo good. I’m eating this up like a person starving and stranded in the desert

I had a sort of similar idea for my Vecna chapter in it led me to you but not friendship bracelets and more of a Big Moment™️ just between them but I can’t say more but just know that if you wrote this into a whole thing it would be soooo good

#asks #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

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thedumbguywithaheart43 · 2 months

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Spark of hope

story one chapter 18 Zune and the Rough Morning.

1. Once sparks had arrived home with spike he decided to excuse himself claiming he wasnt hungry. Technically he was telling the truth his appetite was gone but it was because he was nervous. Last 10 years this voice has been with him.

2. It only spoke a few times but it never truly made itself known. The first time was years ago as he recalled it when he first awoke from his fall. Back then it sounded more like a mad screaming in his mind. Yelling for him to let the storm rage. A sense of anger that added to his pain.

3." Guess im lucky im not insane...not fully anyway" He gruted as he closed his door locking it shut. He turned. "Ok im alone speak spirit......" he waited a few moments. For a second he belived that perhaps he finally has gone insane.

4. "Good guess rammy." He nearly jumped as he turned to face his bed. There a young mare sat looking at him with a smirk. She was jet black with bone white hair. Her cutie mark the same. It was like looking at a freaky mirrior image of himself. Only two things were different besides the gender.

5. Her eyes were a stormy grey an seemed much older then the mare herself. Also she was transparent like a ghost. " Holy shit."

6. The mare laughed at him for a moment. "Good to finally be able to talk. Names zune." Sparks went quiet he looked into her eyes to try an read her but he couldn't. All he saw was the storm. His heart rate started to increase his hair on edge. "I don't have long to speak ram so listen closely. Ive chosen you to hold my power. A power much older then even the elements themselves. But first you need to accept it."

7. He was afraid. He backed away as he felt the wall around him starting to crumble. "Stay away! I don't want your power! I don't want this!" His breath became heavier as visons of clouds surrounded him.

8. Zune sighed as she approached her form seemingly shifting as the clouds surrounded them. Her form was now at a hight that rivaled celestia herself. If she had a horn one could've mistaken her for a alicorn. " Im afraid that choice isnt up to us anymore.... you must conquer this fear or be consumed. An for that little dragon sake I hope its soon."

9. The winds blew harder with every word. The tempest swirls like a huricane. Yet dispite his fear once she mentioned spike he swallowed a bit of fear. " what do you mean?!"

10. she now stood infront of him her wings extended. " A Dragon kight shall rise when his time comes for goodbyes. The dead will return. When the titians come equestria WILL BURN. Poison will save as four guardians unite as they prepare for final fight! Dragon poison dead an storm great hero they must form. Love an pain in everfree might you all will be OUR LAST LIGHT!"

11. He heard the mares voice echo in his mind as her form faded into the storms. Once again he felt weightless. A sickly feeling came as he felt himself fall. He tryed to scream his fear unable to be contained yet when he screamed nothing came out except the sound of thunder.

12. He closed his eyes waiting for the pain. The crunching of bone. The taste of blood to fill his mouth. But it never came. Soon the sound of winds past an he flet something. Something was holding his hoof. It was hard an smooth. The edges were sharp but grip was gental.

13. Then he felt something soft on his forehead. It felt like fur both soft an fuzzy. The smell of lavander filled his noise. The feeling an smells caused him to feel more relaxed an calmed. Before he opened his eyes he could his feathers apon his wings twitch.

14. He became aware of his room. He felt a breeze from an opened window. He felt the crystals of the castle give off vibrations. He could feel the engery of harmony stir. It sensed him as he sensed it. The flow began to calm an the vibrations started to stop. Then he felt his body. He was currently laying flat but someone had lifted his head. No some drake was lifting him. He could sense the panic the worry. He used his own strength to now sit up witch calmed the dragon.

15. He was now senseing the one in front of him. It was a pony. He sensed the magic in her a unicorn perhaps. But then he heard the Suttle movement of her wing in sync with her breath. An alicorn. A freind. His eyes shot open an he saw directly into her eyes.

16. He saw her worry. She was panicked. Twlights eyes to him were an opened book. He read her emotions with ease. Panic worry fear and....guilt? Unlike spike she hasn't calmed she still was breathing hard. Her eyes showed confusion she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

17." S-sparks?" Her voice to sparks was lovely yet held all the panic she was feeling. He now rises as spike backs away to give him room. He caught a glace at him an his emerald colored eyes. They were confused but hopefull. Seeing sparks had gave him a feeling of reinsurance.

18. It then when sparks spoke. His voice now raspy. "I am ok." He stretched himself out moving his body but felt his wings now free. He gave out a small grunt unhappy with his exposed wings.

19. They continue to stare examing him. Her hoof now retracted. She was still confused an concerned for him. " Are you sure do you remember anything?" Sparks raised an eye brow. "Its just after you went to your room a...storm blew in and it shook the castle then...."

18. She looked away from him her gaze looking to the floor. Spike place a claw on her shoulder. He looked at sparks an spoke for his care taker. " Twilight went to check on you and found you yelling. Were not sure but we thought you were sleep walking she tried wake you but you collapsed then the storm stopped."

19. Sparks sighed knowing now what had happened. He turned away from them walking over to a drawer.from it he pull out two large bands. (Wich he had bought with a few bits from rainbow.) He carefully placed them onto his wings.

20. He then turned to face them. " I apologize for the storm I had a......particularly bad nightmare." Twilight still didn't speak she still looked ashamed. Spark walked over to the princess. "Twilight you didn't do anything wrong you tryed to help. You were not the cause of my sudden collapse. " Twilight quickly turned to face him suprised. "How did you kno-" her question was caught off by the awnser.

21. "My mum taught me how to read Ponys when I was young. Now why dont we head down stairs it is morning now right?" He asked as he looked at the window noticing celestias sun rising into the air.

22. Twilight nodded and lead the trio down stairs. Before they entered sparks could sense what was in the kitchen. The smell of apples an grim filled his senses. Applejack had just entered the kitchen recently and he could practically taste the ingredients she had out for pie.

23. When twilight opened the door Aj turned to her giving her a soft smile. Her eyes shifted to each of them but paused when her eyes met sparks. It was but a moment before turning her gaze back to her freind . "Heya suger cube I'm putting together a little treat for everyone why dont you and spike go take a seat id like to meet our guest." While he only had a moment to read her eyes it was more then enough. She was strong a strength more then just physically. Her heart carried the same strength. She held a arua of honesty around her. Her heart was just as honest. Yet when she looked at him he saw threw the kindness she put on. There was distrust.

24. She was weary of his presence an was on guard. There was tinge of something in her not quite fear but perhaps concern or a sense of caution. This went noticed by twilight an spike who simply smiled an left the room. Then it was just the two ponys alone. She turned an began to cut away at some more apples.

25. Sparks slowly walked over keeping abit of distance. "So Sparks huh a pretty peculiar name aint it? Not judging but tell me that really whatcha called?" Something in her voice told him she was testing him. She wanted to see if he would lie. Now he wondered should he.

26. He let out a small breath before. "It not the name I was born with but its the name I choose." Applejack said nothing but the flick of her ear told him she was curious. Still she continued to cut away. "So you wouldn't happen to know about my missing apples would ya partner."

27. He looked away slightly ashamed of himself. Its not that he regretted what he did. He knew that at least at the time it was an effective method of getting food. But her tone reminded him of the way his mother would bring up his actions.

28. He swallowed a small bit of air. "Yes it was... me I do apologize an I am willing to work off or pay back any debt I owe you an your family. Although I would need some time to earn the bits."

29. He didn't look at her but he could feel as her gaze landed on him. "Huh." it was her only response as he made the last touches on the pie before placing it into the oven.

30. She set the timer to the oven then waited in silence. The two stood there for what felt like forever it wasnt untill the Pie was nearly done did she speak. "Are you dangerous?"

31. Her question did catch him off guard to say the least. When he didn't awnser right away she clarified. "Are you a danger ta my freinds?" He looked right at her into her eyes. She seemed to be reading him as much as he read her.

32." No I would never purposely endanger any of you nor would I ever attempt to bring misfortune to any of you... Especially not after the kindness twilight has shown me."

33. Apple jack stone faced turned into a slight smirk. He passed her test but he also said more then he met. His cheeks redden as he realized what he said. " I-i mean the kindness you have all shown me heh n-not just twilight. " The smirk remained as he quietly chuckled. " Oh I know what you met suger cube heh im sure twilight would appreciate your comment."

34. He growled abit to himself as he turned away. " Rainbow dash put you up to this didn't she." Applejack let out a laugh as the timer went off. "Well only partially hun but I did wanna see what kind of pony you are. At least I know your honest. "

35. She reached into the oven carefully pulling out a pie with a mitten covered hoof. Sparks just continued to grumble as she walked into the dining room. Soon he followed an was greeted by the rest of twilights freinds.

36. Twilight was sitting at a round table to her right was spike while rairty was to her left. Apple jack sat next to spike an rainbow across from her was pinkie who sat next to a pony he didn't recognize.

37. She was a purple unicorn although a much lighter shade then twilight. She also had blueish swirls in her hair. Her eyes a light purple. Her eyes carried an intelligence similar to twilight yet also held something older most likely past regret. The kind someone never really lets go.

38. Currently her eyes also held suprised having not expected him. Yet she seemed also unbothered likely because it wasnt the first she randomly met a new freind of the main 6. Last he noticed a free space between rainbow an fluttershy assumingly met for him.

39. Even though the spot was met for him he hesitated. His instincts yelling at him not to approach. He had developed instincts over the years to avoid gatherings an to never leave himself without an exscape plan.

40. His eyes scanned every detail of the room eyein three escapes points. The door behind him the door on the other side of the group of freinds and a single window just large enough to jump out of.

41. The easiest would be to back away from were he came from. And he was about to do so when spike called his same. "Sparks don't be shy come on!" He looked to the excited dragon and felt his instincts quiet down. He may not be comfortable but he trusted the drake.

42. He sat down at his chair an remind quiet giving out a small smile although it was pretty fake. Still most of them didn't notice to busy catching up with there freind. He did notice fluttershy giving him a concerned look but he wasn't able to focus for long.

43. "Sparks id like you to meet starlight glimmer she hasn't really been around much since you been here but im sure you'll get along swimmingly." It was twilight who spoke . Her voice instantly caught his attention as he listened. He then turned to glmmer and simply said. "Hello." She interned replied "hi"

44. The two gave each other a look that held a silent message. Glimmer giving a look of. "Welcome to the group and yes we are all weirdos." This gained a smile an a silent message of."Glad to be in such good company. "

45. While twilight was less then thrilled about the very little they said she was happy to at least have em meet. They continued to eat an talk yet at the back sparks mind he couldn't help but feel something was off. But for now he would listen to his freinds. At least untill someone asked him.

46." So how did ya get your cutie mark." He froze thinking to himself 'ah shit'

#mlp fandom #writing #fanfic #ocs #twilight sparkle #drama #spike the dragon #applejack #main 6 mlp #starlight glimmer

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deathpoke1qa · 11 months

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Sims Tag

Thank you @alice-in-strangetown for tagging me!

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

I always thought Death by Flies was particularly brutal and acted as a good incentive to not let your slobs get too... slobby. I am glad they brought it back for Sims 4.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I consider myself to be pretty strictly maxis match. It just makes the game feel like its own world, instead of ours. Though, I do like to use makeup and eye from alpha creators. Plus my game barely runs on my poor laptop, so alpha cc is kind of like a forbidden fruit for my game.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

I have a mod that makes it so sims don't gain muscle or weight at all. Though, the majority of my sims have their weight set to like 75% ish and I still think they look too skinny...

4. Do you use move objects?

Unplayable otherwise.

5. Favorite mod?

I swear by roBurky's Meaningful Stories Mod and weerbesu's UI Cheats Extension. If I had to play with only the bare minimum of mods, these would be the two that I pick.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

When I was a kid, I played the MySims games, MySims Agents, specifically. When I went to go look up more Sims games, I found Sims 2 and had my mom buy Sims 2 Seasons. I did not realize it required the basegame until it was too late.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

I say it like aLIVE. I guess in my mind it's like LIVE television or LIVE streaming a game. It makes sense in my brain at least.

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

It is illegal to make me choose. Though, I might make a post soon that just a bunch of random sims I have made in CAS and a brief description of their stories I never played out. Stay tuned.

9. Have you made a simself?

Ever since I started playing Sims, I have always made a simself. Though, when I was younger, the sim was like a projection of what I wanted to look like and now my simself is what I look like. For the most part. He needs some updating.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Probably Creative, Art Lover and Perfectionist for Sims 4 traits. In Sims 3, probably Artistic, Couch Potato, Cat Person, Perfectionist and Supernatural Fan. That about sums me up.

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

This would be easier to ask my LEAST favorite color would be the true black swatch because half of the hairs just look gray. Favorite? Not really any, depends on the sim but most of my sims have the blue-black hair color.

12. Favorite EA hair?

Sims 2 peaked with this hairstyle. I tried to recreate it here in Sims 4 by combining cc, but it's not the same...

13. Favorite life stage?

Purely from a gameplay standpoint, it is Young Adult, but that is such a vanilla answer. Toddlers are up there. It would be Infants but I have yet to actually play with that life stage...

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

It's about equal tbh. Depends on my mood.

15. Are you a CC creator?

Perhaps.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Yeah, I force them to join my discord server.

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

Each game has things that I like and don't like. Gameplay wise, Sims 2 100%. Building and CAS, Sims 4. I have not touched Sims 3 in a hot second but I would love to revisit it again. Sims 1 is at the bottom of the list, I only play that game for the novelty, tbh.

18. Do you have any sims merch?

No, but I do own a plumbob headband for when me and my girlfriend dressed up as Bella and Mortimer a few years ago.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Unfortunately.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Not really. The only noticeable change is that I used to religiously make irl people that I knew as sims, including my crushes of course. Now, I don't ever do that besides my simself.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

DeathPoke1qa!

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

This is insanely difficult to answer. There are popular creators that I have a lot of cc from and there are small creators that scratch an extremely specific itch for me. So basically @pralinesims and @omgcoffinfit respectively.

23. How long have you had a simblr?

Since early 2019, I made it exclusively to post my custom content.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

Pirated photoshop.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Bands! Though, them releasing a grunge kit and a potential goth kit makes that feel more and more unlikely.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Sims 3: Supernatural holds a special place in my heart that has yet to be replicated. I just love occults and vampires and any sim packs that revolve around it. Every time I go to make a family I'm like. "These guys are cute... but what if they were vampires, too?" Every. Time.

I’m tagging @pralinesims @omgcoffinfit @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @glammoose @eggysimblr @ethelgodehel and anyone else who wants to give this tag a try!

#havent done one of these in awhile #tag game #tag #simblr love

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felixantares · 1 year

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11 22 19 ayo

omg some of those are so fun!! 💚

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I have such a hard time killing my darlings 😭 I never want to. But I do it!! even though it’s hard! I did it not even like a week ago. There was a whole severitus plot line in build me no shrines that I was super attached to and I cut it, because it wasn’t working. I was crying the whole time and now I have a separate severitus fic that is in no way related. But yes I have a darling graveyard, usually they don’t stay dead long and get turned into new fic ideas

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I mean, I’ve been doing creative writing forever it feels like. I wrote little short stories as a kid and drew really terrible comics. My mum got me this novel writing program that had a code for an online forum when I was around 12, and so I started writing a novel (I finished it too! I was 13 and it’s actually insane, the plot makes no sense, but like!! I did it, 45k of nonsense. my mum was so proud) but I joined the forum and it was a bunch of other kids all 12-17 who wanted to write books too. I kinda stopped for a while in high school and uni because I’d been told I couldn’t do anything with writing, that it was too hard to make a career out of it and I was better off doing something practical (haha jokes on them I went into art). Then in like… 2016? I had a brief little period where I wrote a couple Merlin fics, they didn’t do super well and I got a couple nasty comments that kinda put me off writing fanfic at all. Then in uhhhh August last year I got really into Harry Potter again after I broke off a toxic friendship with someone who said I couldn’t be queer and also like Harry Potter, so as a giant fuck you to them I joined the first HP discord server I found — which I kinda found my people right away and now I’m quite happily inhabiting my little corner of the internet and writing my stupid little stories.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Okay I don’t think I’m crazy organised but then I’ve been told I am, so idk make your own calls. I’ve got 2 physical notebooks, one for my two long WIPs and I just kinda put a coloured sticky note in the pages whenever I switch the fic I’m writing for, and a second book for random ideas and notes and stuff that usually gets transferred to the appropriate document later. The idea notebook is very small and lives in my pocket in case I’m out and need to write an idea down. But I don’t really take a lot of physical notes. My docs and folders though are perfectly organised. Docs are put in folders with their fic (or in the case of one shots, a folder for that) or like my general writing folder if it’s a resource, but I have a naming system that I use for all my projects, based on what kind of file it is so they get tagged with like [OUTLINE] or [WIP] or whatever is relevant. There’s a colour coding system within the documents (so like as I’m writing, notes to myself are always blue, notes on a character are green, sections that need editing are highlighted in red, sections that I’m currently working on are orange… and a few other colour keys that I won’t bore you with) and then I have a spreadsheet I use to track wc goals and overall progress and stuff. I’ve thought about using that “make your own wiki” site that was shared with me a little while ago (or I’ve got a subscription to WorldAnvil for my D&D notes, so maybe that) to start organising my lore notes a bit better, but that’s a fairly large project and I might just stick to what’s working for me.

#felix talks #ask game #harry potter #on writing

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justinmitchellfan · 10 months

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ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 5 of the continuation of the she's the one love story

Chapter 13 title: release part 2

*smut chapter*

Arianas point of view

A certain energy has been rolling off mercedes since her performance and its so contagious and the whole performance on James show was absolutely insane, she was so nervous before but then she owned the whole stage, I was in awe of seeing her perform and just capture everyone's attention and control the energy of the crowd and her passion poured through the whole time and it made me fall even harder and once she was done we all changed for the party in the dressing room and mercedes and I decided to match and right now though we're in the car on the way to whatever house scooter rented out for the release party

Mercedes hand has been placed pretty high on my thigh the whole drive and it has me feeling some type of way, that plus the performance and interview and I don't know if I'll be able to control myself tonight and our driver pulls up to the house and there are multi colored lights flashing through the windows and the music practically shakes the house and the house is pretty secluded, sitting on a hill that overlooks bits of the city but not all of it and Anthony gets out and helps Courtney, followed by mercedes doing the same for me and paparazzi take pictures from across the street, they shout our names asking us to look their way but we ignore it and mercedes hand squeezes mine gently before we step into the house and drake is blasting from the speakers

I look around to see who's here that I recognize and there aren't many people to be honest "yooo it's the lady of the hour as the voice and we all look to the source of the voice and find Cass closely followed by Scooter and surprisingly Scott and Brian and each of them have drinks and they greet all of us with hugs and scooter says they saw her performance on James show "is that the song on the ep says Brian as he asks raising his voice over the music and mercedes nods "yeah its the second track says mercedes and Scott smiles and does a giddy little dance "I'm so excited for this bro ,what's the ep name says Scott "beginnings says mercedes and Brian also does a little dance "nice says Brian "yo as scooter grabs everyone's attention "it's midnight says scooter

I look over at mercedes and her eyes are wide but so is her smile, I'm glad we got here on time "he finna play it says mercedes as she asks referring to the dj and scoot nods and mercedes jumps up and down excitedly "I'm Finna fuck this dance floo up says mercedes and I already know she can dance but the moves she pulls out they Start playing her ep are amazing and when pillowtalk comes on she and Anthony both start dancing which surprises me and Courtney, it shocks us even more when they do a thrust like move during the chorus "I think I'm pregnant says Courtney as her hand lands on my arm and her little joke makes me giggle but I'm thinking the exact same thing and mercedes body moves so fluidly

This is the first time I hear this song ,I've actually only heard two songs off the ep: nightshift and rule the world and the only reason I heard the second one is because I'm on it and our song is the very last one to play which means it's the last song on the album and mercedes hand reaches for mine when it comes on and I take it and she smiles at me and twirls me ,pulling me into her chest and our bodies sway to the music and her hands are on my waist and mine are around her neck ,the whole house is vibing to this one and I look back to mercedes as she raps to me ,gid I love her so much and when she wrote these lyrics we were right beside each other and I'm so convinced she had love in her eyes when we recorded it together

This started two months ago and I feel so strongly for her and I can tell she's the one but I don't want to tell her that and she get scared off and my part comes back and she twirls me again, a smile seemingly permanent on her face and she holds a hand in the air and rocks to the song before pulling me back into her and I don't know if she does it on purpose but she starts to grind into me a little when her second verse comes around so I grind too, her front is pressed against my back and I loop my arm up around her neck and I'm impossibly turned on and it's all her fault, she looks sexy and she's rapping the song we wrote together in my ear and there's a second where we just stare at each other but she closes the gap between us, her lips crashing into mine

A moan instantly falls from my lips and her hands rest on my thighs now as the song comes to an end, it's not a sexual song but with me so aroused already, our dancing intensifies it "how long do we have to stick around as I ask nearly out of breath, I want her so bad and mercedes shrugs "the eps released already I don't think we need to stay much longer says mercedes as she frowns "why, something wrong says mercedes and grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her down to me to whisper in her ear "I want you says Ariana and the hint is picked up quickly when I gently bite her ear abs she swallows "we can leave just give me two seconds says mercedes

In an adorable haste ,she looks around for our friends, court is with Anthony, Brian and Scott dancing and scooter and Cass are hanging by the bar ,between talking to the three separate groups she's stopped by other people and from her polite smiles I know they're mostly likely congratulating her, she deserves it, this ep is incredible and finally she regions me "okay we can go says mercedes and to be honest I'm shocked she didn't want to stay just to prevent us from sleeping together ,maybe she's done waiting. I don't know but I don't plan to ask even though I'm curious about why she's changed her mind and the escalade we came in is waiting at the end of the path and she opens the door for me and we get in and somehow I keep my hands to myself the drive over to the hotel

My glances at mercedes doesn't relent though and they honestly drive me even crazier and the way her eyelids are slightly hooded ,her irises are darker than usual and they're blown with lust ,she keeps running her tongue over her lips and clenching her jaw and just like the car ride before her hand is sitting high on my thigh but she's not doing anything with it and I'm so ready to just pull her into me and start right here but the thought is cut off when we get to our hotel ,silently we get out of the car and head up to the room and there's a tension between us that leaves me at a loss for words and I've never felt this attracted to someone in my life, the way she looks alone is causing the wetness in between my legs to spread ,I'm soaked and I know it

I'm just praying she's serious about this cause taking care of this myself won't be nearly enough and her hand squeezing mine pulls me back to reality and we exit the elevator, faster than ever she inserts the key and opens the door to the suite and mercedes closes the door firmly behind us and turns the deadbolt and flips the additional lock ,a few lamps leave the hotel sitting in a low light, it's much more quiet in here, almost shocking after the noise at the party, the music, the loud cheers and singing, it all seemed normal then but now, behind the closed door no longer moving, all I can hear is our hurried breaths

I lean back into the wall looking down at my feet ,my hands behind me, suddenly I'm feeling shyer than I can ever remember being before and it seems like an eternity before mercedes finally turns to me slowly moving into place in front of me and she ducks her head down a little to catch my eye and puts her hand on my chin, tilting my face up towards her "you still want me ari says mercedes as she asks and I can even my mouth work so I just nod, over and over again like an idiot and finally I whisper "yes I'm sure so sure says Ariana and a little smile graces her lips and her eyes searches mine like she double checking to be certain one more time

The fact that she's taking her time with me making sure that I am 100 percent about wanting this ,has me twice as aroused as I was before and she just keeps looking at me, her eyes roam over my face down to my neck and suddenly I feel so impatient, I want to beg her to do something to me, anything "please says Ariana and my words are a whisper as I gently grab the back of her neck a d it makes me feel so stupidly pathetic but I want her, I need her and she leans in and gently kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, a small kiss on my lips, my jaw, near my ear, to my neck, down yo my collarbone and then she places little kisses across my chest and I moan and feel my body push into her "please as I beg again

Her hands land on my waist and slowly moves up my body underneath my jacket and hesitantly she cups one breast ,giving it a squeeze that I barely feel and she breathes out and I feel it, hot and damp against my skin and it makes me shiver ,I just know there are goosebumps everywhere "God, you're so beautiful says mercedes as she sighs "I want you so badly, I want... fuck... I just want this to be good for you says mercedes and my hand grazes her cheek "it already is as I tell her and arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into her hand causing a small moan to escape my mouth and that alone snaps mercedes restraint: my approval, my body pushing into her, my moan of pleasure like fuel adding to the flames of her probably dreaming of this moment

She lifts her mouth to mine and kisses me so intensely that my knees get weak and her hands come up on either side of my face, her tounge slipping into my mouth and for some reason I feel new and inexperienced like a teenager losing her virginity all over again but it only takes a few seconds for me to kiss her back, working yo match her tempo ,to surrender myself to the dominance she's fighting for and I feel her breathe against my lips basically panting, almost like she's desperate and without thinking, my hips push forward towards her and wordlessly without breaking the kiss at all, she pushes her knee forward and up, sliding it between my thighs

The action pushes my skirt up until the top of her knee is against the space where my thighs meet, her knee is bare thanks to the shorts she's wearing and when the warmth of her skin pushes against me, my body jolts "oh my God as I moan breaking the kiss "mercedes...shit says Ariana "how are you so wet already says mercedes as she breathes out not once stopping the movement of her knee and I shift my body, chasing the traction she's causing and she pushes my fur off my body, tossing it onto the couch behind her and revealing my simple black bra and her hand making quick work to squeeze my breast again "mercedes..I need as I have no idea what I need but I keep repeating this over and over while rubbing myself against her "I need... I need" please get the hint

Like the snap of a finger, she pulls away leaving me desperate and breathless and confused, damnit, she isn't ready, I knew it I just didn't- and her hand takes mine and she pulls me behind her down the hall, heading to the bedroom and when we get there, she turns me so I'm backing up against the bed and I sit down on the edge "mercedes as I look up at her unsure of what to do. I've never been with a girl before I mean I've kissed girls but this isn't just kissing and my heart pounds with insecurity as I realize how stupidly inexperienced I am with this and she cups my face between her perfectly soft hands, brushing a strand of misplaced hair back "just relax baby girl says mercedes leaning forward as she places a gentle kiss to my forehead "you are so gorgeous, so beautiful says mercedes

When she says it I can't help but believe it and as she's talking, she's guiding me back gently until the challenge of holding myself up becomes too much and I let myself fall back on the bed and I push myself back up the bed to give her room and she takes the cue, crawling up and over me and her lips capture mine in a kiss then leading a trail from my lips to my neck, to my eyes and back over to my lips over and over and she moves down slightly, the heat from her body warming every bit of me that isn't already burning and kisses along my shoulders to my chest and for some reason I thought we'd just be having sex, fucking even but this ,how gentle she's being with me, we're making love and there's no doubt about it

She pauses for a second then tucks a finger onto the top edge of the bra and pulls it down to expose my breast ,the new position of the bra pushes me breasts up and her mouth closes over one nipple, sucking until I almost scream from the feeling of it all and she stops, slowly licks all around my nipple before doing the same to the other one and I moan instantly, it feels so good, I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut to focus as much as I can on it and she continues on for another minute, slowly licking and sucking and suddenly I feel her mouth open wide, sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as she can and my hips start to buck, pushing up against her and I feel her hand move down my body, between my legs

Oh my God it hadn't occurred to me she'd do this I mean of course I knew but in my need for her I didn't give thought to everything she'd do, logically this shouldn't be a surprise but somehow it is and now the idea that her hand is going to be on my pussy is overwhelming, hands and what else, her tounge, mouth, does her have toys or something and the thought has my lower body aching and I can feel myself squirming, moving to push my hips up to meet her hand and she lifts her head from my breast ,her lips wet and pink, slightly swollen and she watches my face as her hand presses between my legs "this feel good says mercedes as she asks with her voice deeper and slower

When I heard her sing I thought that was the sexiest voice ever but this: aroused and in control, this was at least 50 times sexier "yes as I say nodding completely entranced and I start to close my eyes but she stops me, clicking her tounge and says "keep your eyes open baby girl, I want to watch you watch me says mercedes and hovering over me, knees between my legs, she locks her eyes on mine and her hand moves torturously slow between my legs and I can feel the soft pressure of her fingers moving flat over my underwear and I nudge my hips up into her and she glances down a little, looking away from my face to watch the things she's doing to me, her hand lifts off me and I feel her finger tips take hold of the edge of my underwear, moving them to the side and exposing me

Cold air hits my heat and makes me shiver and I hear her sharp intake of breath, her quiet "fuck" as she looks at me, I know I'm wet and aroused but I'm honestly wetter than I ever have been, I am deliriously turned on, drunk and dizzy and overwhelmed "mercedes as I say as mercedes looks up at me ,eyes no longer y/e/c but a much darker intimidating shade "please says Ariana and the amount of times I've said that word to her Tonight is damn near pathetic like I'm incapable of saying anything else "please touch me as I manage to say and mercedes needs no second requests ,looking for the spot to enter me and when she finds it, her finger slips all the way in easily and the feeling is explosively good and my back lifts off the bed "fuck, oh my God says Ariana

Mercedes starts a slow rhythm letting her finger slide in and out and after a moment she leans over me, her mouth so close I can feel the heat of her breath on me and she pulls her finger out and I lift up on my elbows to look down at mercedes and I watch as she puts her finger in her mouth tasting me for the first time and she sucks it and her eyes catch mine and she moans at the taste, quickly leaning up and kissing me and her tounge slips into my mouth and I faintly taste myself and faster than I can think, she pulls away and drops her head down between my legs and lowers her mouth onto me, tounge flicking, slipping between my lips to find my clit, slow and wet and without stopping, she moves her hand up my body to my breast and massages it

I let myself come down off my elbows and lay on my back and she licks and sucks, her mouth opening wide over me, toying with me and when she lifts her lips off to take a deeper breath, I instinctively put my hands down on her head ,fingers tangling in her hair as I lift my hips back up "more mercedes says Ariana and mercedes groans ,a deep low growl in her throat and my hands grip her head tighter pushing her down and she starts licking me again, furiously now, desperate, fast and needing and I feel a finger at me edge again, not a finger but two fingers and she pushes them into me hard until she's as deep as she can go ,her knuckles up against my lips as mercedes keeps thrusting and thrusting, the wet sound of her fingers fucking into me rhythmically

"I'm gonna cum mercedes, I'm about to- and just like that suddenly without warning, I cum hard and my legs lock behind her back, my hips buck up against her face and my thighs quiver and I shake with pleasure for what seems like minutes until finally I lay back with my legs open and my breath hitches and mercedes moves up beside me and kisses me gently and I giggle, dazedly "that was amazing as I breathe after a moment and mercedes chuckles "glad to hear it says mercedes as she lays down next to me, chest heaving with each breath and after my breathing evens out, I let one of my hands move over to her body slipping in her shorts between her legs and touching her gently and her eyebrows pop up and mercedes looks over at me "is it okay if I.. says Ariana

I let the question trail off ,nervous and uncertain all over again but I want to please her like she did me "ari, anything you want to do is fucking okay it's not even funny says mercedes "I've never um as I let my hand push a little harder against her watching her eyes flutter over the feeling of it "you're doing pretty good so far says mercedes with a breathless chuckle "in that case as Ariana says "maybe you should..... take these off as I move my wrist up against her shorts "so I can... you know says Ariana and mercedes grins "my pleasure says mercedes as she quickly removes them

Chapter 14 title: family first

Mercedes point of view

First thing I register when I wake up: Arianas naked body pressed against mine and that alone reminds me of last night and honestly I was on a high, I did great on my interviews, I killed my performance, my ep was released and I was literally on cloud 9 and with my success giving me the big head for a moment I felt cocky and with all the looks Ariana was giving me and the way we danced ,I just gave up on waiting, I mean we've already said I love you and even though we're still new I can't help but know that this is so real and what I'm feeling for her is so amazingly scary, I've never felt this before and she just gives me no reason to doubt what I'm feeling and last night was perfect, our hearts were in the right place and I couldn't think of a single reason not to go ahead with it

Today is however another story and despite my being incredibly busy yesterday I still let my mom know I'd be in town and so she messaged me and she asked if I was going to come by and of course I am and working so hard has kept me pretty distracted but since the plane touched down in Cali it's like I started missing her and Samia a billion times more and alongside my moms text ,Samia told me to bring Ariana, I know she's dying to meet her and I do want them to meet but if Ariana isn't ready we'll wait and it's not like this is the only chance for it to happen and finally processing everything, I reach for my phone, careful not to wake Ariana who's clinging to my body and its almost 10:30 and my mom has texted me asking when I'd be by so I tell her about an hour

Which means I need to get ready now, slipping from under ari and the covers , I go take a shower and I'm not expecting a visitor but the glass door is pulled back and her all too familiar arms slide around my waist "well good morning as I chuckle glancing over my shoulder to Ariana and Ariana kisses my shoulder blade and hums and I turn around, water hitting my back and wrap my arms around her waist "how are you feeling says mercedes and a lazy smile takes over her face "really good, last night was incredible says Ariana "I completely agree says mercedes "though, I could use a reminder says Ariana as she smirks. Damn "while that is sexily tempting, my mom and Samia are expecting me says mercedes

Ariana nods "okay, that's perfectly fine, I know how much you miss them says Ariana and our embrace breaks and she switches our positions so she can get clean and I have to ask her, I'd be an asshole if I didn't even if she says no I have to ask "but what you don't know as mercedes starts "is how much they want to meet you says mercedes and I watch her carefully, gauging her unchanging expression "Samia and your mom want to meet me says Ariana as her eyebrows raise "yeah says mercedes "today says Ariana and mercedes nods "in about 45 minutes says mercedes and for a second she's just frozen, completely quiet as her eyes zip around the shower and her thoughts are definitely running wild

Reaching forward, I place my hands on her shoulders and soothingly rub them "you don't have to if you aren't ready they'll understand and so will I, there's no rush says mercedes as she assures Ariana and her eyes meet mine "I do want to meet them, I just don't want to make a complete fool of myself or what if they hate me says Ariana "well they most certainly won't, Samia loves you and my mom will see how amazing you are, for sure says mercedes "you don't know that says Ariana and mercedes chuckles " yes I do, I love you Ariana grande, so much that I'm standing in this now cold ass shower to convince you of how amazing you are and as long as you continue to be the woman I fell in love with, my mom will love you too says mercedes

"Why are you so good at calming me says Ariana and my shoulders shrug "not sure but you have the same effect on me so it's mutual says mercedes and with all that out the way, we dry off and get ready and Ariana is in her usual oversized sweatshirt and thigh highs ,still she's breathtaking and her makeup application takes a little longer than I expected so in the meantime I went next door to check on Anthony and Courtney and I'm wondering if he's going to see his grandma and the thing about Anthony is he doesn't have much family, his mom and dad weren't around much, those two had Anthony young and instead of being responsible parents they kept partying and fueling their addictions

His mom left him with his grandma when he was younger and she's been raising him ever since and he loves her with everything he has because let's face it she's his mom, more so than his actual mother ever was or could've been but she's sick, she has ALS, she's had it since I've known them and he told me she started to show symptoms around the time he graduated high school and since ALS is a progressive illness, it only gets worse over time and sometimes it's really really bad and others she almost seems like she isn't sick at all and I haven't been to see her in a while, the last time being two weeks before all this and rapping my knuckles on the door, I wait for a reply and a breathless Courtney answers the door and my eyebrow raises "missed a button says mercedes as she smirks

Wide eyed she looks down at her shirt and starts fiddling with the button "didn't mean to interuppt, just checking in, Ariana and I are going to see my mom and I was wondering if Anthony's going to see miss porter says mercedes and Courtney nods "yeah, we're going to have lunch with her says Courtney "you don't seem nervous says mercedes as she observes "only a little, I met miss porter over FaceTime a couple weeks ago, it went pretty well so I'm just throwing my hope on this going the same way says Courtney and mercedes nods "it will, you're pretty awesome says mercedes and she smiles at that and hugs me briefly after I tell her that we'll see her later and luckily Ariana is ready and she looks as perfect as ever

I take her hand and we leave the hotel and a car is waiting for us and on the way, I ask that we stop at a mall and Samia asked me to get her three very specific things when u get famous, while I'm not Ariana grande, I've got the money and barely half the attention, still I want to get her the stuff she asked for and after I've picked the stuff up and got back in the car and I notice Arianas nervousness spiking, her fingers are wringing together and she is putting in work on her bottom lip and reaching over, I use my thumb to gently pull her lip from in between her teeth "as sexy as that is, if you keep it up, you'll end up tearing it off says mercedes as she jokes and her response is a tight lipped smile back, making me frown

"Baby girl please relax says mercedes as she sighs "I know you're gonna be nervous regardless but I promise you don't need to be, they're gonna love you sweetheart says mercedes and Ariana looks down at her hands "how are you so sure says Ariana "cause I love you, I love you so much as mercedes chuckles "and I've known my mom for 27 years and Samia for 13, I think I know them well enough to tell says mercedes and finding comfort in my words, she grabs my hand and laces her fingers with mine and the ride over isn't long, our driver pulls in front of my mom's new house and I get out ,grab the bags and go open the door for ari and she may have calmed a little but I can still see the lingering nervousness

I take her hand, tell the driver we'll call when we're done and lead us up the walkway and porch and we wait after I ring the bell and the door is snatched open by Samia who looks over my form "MOMMA, MERCEDES HERE says Samia as she shouts behind her and I roll my eyes "let the whole neighborhood know then Sam says mercedes and playfully pushing her back, I step into the house with Ariana behind me and surprisingly Samia hasn't mentioned or seemingly seen Ariana "Sam says mercedes and my sister keeps walking, her phone now in her hand ,mind completely gone at this point "oh well, I guess you don't want to meet Ariana grande says mercedes as she shrugs

I smack into Samias back having to catch her before she falls over with the force of my body "what the h- says mercedes "you're actually Ariana grande says Samia as she cuts mercedes off "I said that says mercedes as she frowns and Ariana giggles cutely and I can't help but smile "hi as my girlfriend waves and the fangirl is slowly coming out of Samia "it's so crazy that you're here right now, I love you so much, you're literally my idol says Samia as she gushes and Ariana smiles "thank you Samia, that means so much says Ariana "I saw you for the first time during the honeymoon tour, it was so incredible says Samia as she rambles

"I don't even think I'd be able to get to go but mercedes sold her motorcycle and got us tickets and I was so excited, you were incredible, when you sang just a little bit of your heart, I cried, your voice is so beautiful, it's like- says Samia and putting my hands on Samias shoulders ,I look into her eyes "deep breath sis, I know you love her, I do too but let's not overwhelm her says mercedes "thank the lord, my baby is here says mercedes mom and a smile quickly takes over my face and I spin around just in time to embrace my mom in a hug and her face presses against my chest as her arms wrap around my neck and mine wrap around her waist "I missed you so much momma says mercedes "I missed you too sweetheart says mercedes mom

Pulling away from the hug, I tell her "there's someone I'd like you to meet says mercedes and I reach for Arianas hand and she hesitantly takes it and I smile comfortingly as I pull her to my side "Momma this is Ariana, my girlfriend, Ariana this is my mom says mercedes and Ariana smiles and holds out her hand "it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Y/L/N says Ariana and my moms eye narrow at Ariana, her head tilting to the side "you look familiar, have we met before says mercedes mom and mercedes chuckles "Momma if yall met before, you definitely been holdin out on me as I joke then clarify "this is Ariana grande, she's a singer and entertainer, you probably saw her on TV or on the billion posters in Sammy's room says mercedes

She nods in understanding "okay, you right, it's nice to meet you Ariana says mercedes mom as she pulls Ariana into a hug "mercedes couldn't shut up about you and that was before you two started dating says mercedes mom and my cheeks flush and I scratch the back of my neck "can we save the embarrassing stuff for later please says mercedes and Ariana giggles and I roll my eyes and ten minutes into the visit and my mom and sister already embarrassing me "gift time says mercedes as she exclaims and we all head further into the house which I hadn't seen yet, I have seen it but not decorated, I just paid for everything but left the decisions up to my mom and Sam "daaang this is nice says mercedes as she nods still looking around

"Thanks, it was all me says Samia as she smirks jumping onto the couch and my mom wastes no time smacking her thigh with the back of her hand "don't be jumpin on my furniture child, you lost yo mind says mercedes mom and a blush rises on Samias cheeks and she mumbles something as she looks down "alright as I clap once "I believe I made a promise to a certain someone before I left says mercedes and Samia looks up, automatically knowing what I'm talking about and with a cocky eyebrow raise, I hand her the three bags and her eyes go wide as she opens each individual gift "mercedes says Samia "all I know is, I want a new pair of Jordan's, I want some Gucci shoes and I want a Mac book says mercedes as she quotes Samia

Samia chuckles and shakes her head "I was just jokin ,you didn't have to says Samia "Sammy I told you I got you and ima always have you says mercedes "I love you big sis says Samia as she comes over and wraps her arms around me and my arms wrap around her, returning the hug "I love you more Lil sis says mercedes and the second she pulls away she starts messing around on her Mac book "and don't think I forgot about you momma says mercedes and she smacks her lips "not a single one of them bags should be fa me says mercedes mom and mercedes frowns "why not says mercedes "child you done bought me a house, paid the bills and for all the furniture, more than I've ever asked for, I don't need nothin else says mercedes mom

My frown softens and I scoot closer to her and I wrap an arm around her shoulder "Momma you gave me life, you worked yourself to death to provide for me and Sam, you've sacrificed so much for us, this Is the least I can do says mercedes and her eyes started to water but she blinked away the tears "I promise it's nothin big, besides ari helped me pick it all out says mercedes and my mom smiles sweetly at Ariana who then hands the bags to my mom, she takes the gifts out slowly, looking over each one carefully

The first gift was a personalized bathrobe set, it included the robe, a pair of slippers and a sleeping mask, after that was a self care set made up of face masks, bath bombs, essential oils and candles and the last gift was a week long trip to the Bahamas, it starts with a two day cruise to Nassau the she stays in a suite at Atlantis for three days and then another two day cruise "a cruise says mercedes mom as her eyes widen and mercedes smiles "yes ma'am and it's the first week of summer break so Sam won't be missing any school when she comes to stay with me while your gone says mercedes "mercedes, I as she stops and just pulls me into a hug "thank you says mercedes mom "always momma says mercedes and a moment passes before she pulls away ,smiling brilliantly

"I'm Finna have me some fun in the Bahamas says mercedes mom and we all laugh at her "before that though, I'd like to get to know my daughters girlfriend a little better, Ariana would you like to come help me make lunch says mercedes mom as she locks eyes with ari as she stands "of course Mrs Y/L/N says Ariana and my mom waves ari off as "child call me Y/M/N says mercedes mom and I smile at them, even more so when I see the smile on aris face, I take her hand and gently tug her down into a kiss "I love you says mercedes "I love you too says Ariana as she kisses me again then follows after my mom and when I look back over at Samia, she's smiling "she makes you happy says Samia "yeah she does says mercedes "I'm glad, you deserve to be happy sis says Samia

Standing up,I go sit next to her and pull her into my side "we all do and I'm sure as long as we stick together, we gon get all the happiness we deserve says mercedes

Chapter 15 title: signs

Arianas point of view

"It was such a pleasure to meet you miss Y/M/N and thank you for lunch as I smile at mercedes mom and she offers a sweet smile back and waves me off "oh Don't even sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine, I never thought knucklehead over there would find such a great girl says mercedes and having heard her mom, mercedes frowns "daaang mom, where's the confidence says mercedes and we all laugh "all I know is mercedes you bet not screw up says Samia as she smacks mercedes arm and my baby's lips press into a thin line "and with that it's time to go says mercedes and mercedes hugs both her mom and sister, her hug with her mom lasting a few seconds longer then I hug them both and they wave us out the door

I'm expecting us to go back to the hotel but mercedes has the driver take us a few blocks over ,she gets out and goes into a flower shop, of course coming back with a bouquet of flowers and then has our driver go further down the block and he parks in front of a cute little one story house ,the flowers lining the bottom of the porch are all vibrant in color, varying from red to yellow to blue, except there are a few that seem to be dying and discoloring and mercedes doesn't knock, she lifts a flower pot by the door and gets a key from underneath "who's house is this says Ariana "miss porters says mercedes as she answers, Anthony's grandma, mine too seeing as I never met either of mine and she was always there for me

We step inside and soft jazz fills the house accompanied by the aroma of flowers "Momma dee, ya second baby's here says mercedes as she calls stepping into the living room and an adorable older woman sits on the couch, wrinkles litter her face but none of that matters cause there's a wide beautiful smile on her Lips "oh mercedes as she exclaims "are these for me says miss porter as her shaky hands gesture to the flowers in mercedes hands "yes ma'am, they're your favorites says mercedes as she does a cute childish like jog over to her, sets the flowers on the table and wraps her in a hug, they sway back and forth a little and mercedes ending it a minute or two later with a kiss to miss porters temple

"Momma dee I want you to meet my girlfriend says mercedes as she reaches her hand back for me and I take it "this is Ariana says mercedes as she pulls me to her side with a proud smile on her face and the older woman's eyes widen, a smile tugging at her lips "you too, Anthony's brought his girlfriend over earlier says miss porter "I know momma dee, I met Ariana a little before Anthony met Courtney says mercedes and miss porter nods then looks at me "well aren't you pleasing to look at says miss porter and my cheeks flush at the compliment "thank you miss porter, you're very beautiful yourself says Ariana "oh child says miss porter as she waves me off "you should've seen me back in the day says miss porter

That alone starts a conversation about her past, how she met her ,now, passed husband, they met at a roller rink, he was trying to impress her and ended up falling in the middle of the rink but she thought it was cute and I love her the more I get to know miss porter, she reminds me of my Nonna and she's incredibly sweet with a sassy little attitude to match and mercedes, after a while, got up to put the flowers in a vase and to make some dinner and we sat with miss porter through dinner and a little after but she started to get tired so we got ready to leave "come on momma dee, let's get you to bed says mercedes and she doesn't even fight it but she does insist that she get a hug from me "it was so nice talking with you miss porter says Ariana

"Oh sweetie, I'm just glad I had someone to listen says miss porter and there's a look on mercedes face when she comes back that could literally break my heart and then not a single word comes from her as we ride back to the hotel so I just hold her hand comfortingly and I know she misses them already, just hearing her talk about her family shows how much she loves them but then I saw her with them and the way she played and smiled so carelessly with Samia, the eagerness she had to help her mom cook and clean, that look on her face as she listened to them talk about school and work, the cute over protectiveness she showed when Samia mentioned some boy then how attentive and gentle she was with miss porter

Mercedes, despite her slightly somber mood, still holds my hand and randomly kisses my temple and when we get to the hotel, she opens all the doors for me but the silence becomes too much especially since I'm so used to seeing her smiling and being all over me "hey as I step between her and her open duffel bag "I know you're gonna miss them says Ariana and her eyes look into mine "I already miss them says mercedes as she sits beside her bag on the bed "I don't know what it is, the first time I left it wasn't this hard, I just packed up and went says mercedes "maybe it was all the excitement as I suggest "you just signed, you were about to go to New York for the first time, I imagine you were so hype that you didn't think too much about it says Ariana

She falls back on the bed "I don't wanna leave them says mercedes "I know baby as I scoot closer and cuddle into her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing my leg over hers and she wastes no time wrapping me in her arms "on the bright side, I get to go home with you says mercedes as she kisses my forehead and my cheeks flush at that and I hide my face in her neck and place a kiss there "also, on the bright side, scooter text me and said he wants us to do a video for rule the world says Ariana "really says mercedes as she sits up excitedly and I smile and nod "yes really says Ariana and she goes quiet, thoughts and ideas most likely swirling in her head and my fingers run through her hair as I wonder what's on her mind

"What're you thinking about baby as I ask brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and her tounge run over her lips and she frowns "you think we could do two music videos together says mercedes and I shrug "I don't know, you'd have to ask scooter says Ariana and mercedes nods and stands up "what song are you thinking of as I ask "for the video I mean says Ariana and a blush rises on her cheeks "pillowtalk says mercedes, that song "you know if it weren't for that song, you wouldn't have gotten any that night as I tell her and mercedes scoffs, turning away from the clothes she started to repack "ari, baby, nice try but I saw all the looks you were giving me that night when I was performing says mercedes as she takes a step towards me

"When we were riding to the party when I danced says mercedes and by now she's hovering over me, eyes shifting from my eyes to my lips and back "I had you wet the second I started singing on James show didn't I says mercedes and I gulp, my mouth suddenly going dry, here I was thinking she was obvious, turns out she knew the whole time which makes me wonder if she was doing certain things on purpose "answer the question baby says mercedes as she whispers ,finger under my chin "what was the question says Ariana and mercedes smirks ,licking her lips "at what point that night did I make you soak yourself says mercedes. She's soaking me right now "don't go getting all cocky on me mercedes says Ariana

Mercedes rolls her eyes and leans in, pressing a very heated kiss on my lips and I have to place a hand on her shoulder and push her away after so long, the kiss leaves me speechless as well as breathless and it makes mercedes chuckle "I'm not getting cocky grande, I just so happen to be learning your body ,there are things I'm starting to notice, signs if you will says mercedes and my eyebrows raise, I'm intrigued and aroused, her voice is intimidatingly low, her tone holding confidence like I've never heard before "what signs says Ariana and her fingers brush up my arm "the goosebumps that rise on your skin says mercedes as she touches my hand "the way your fist clench when you try to hold yourself back says mercedes and that same hand trails up to my chest

"The rapid beating of your heart says mercedes as then she's running her thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it from between my teeth "and the way you bite your lip, all signs that you want me says mercedes and I've been holding my breath this whole time, anxiously waiting for her next move, I'm completely at her mercy and she knows it "do you want me baby says mercedes and I nod "use your words says mercedes and Ariana gulps "yes I want you says Ariana "thought so says mercedes

*****

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath and mercedes trails kisses up my naked body, stopping to leave a mark on my chest before placing a chaste kiss to my lips "God I love you as I breathe, pulling her into another kiss and she smiles against my lips then makes a sound of suprise when I push her to the side, moving so that I'm straddling her and her hands immediately go to my waist despite her suprise "you've topped me twice so far, now it's my turn as I press the tip of my finger against her chest and her eyebrow raises at my finger ,a small smirk on her lips "so you wanna be in control says mercedes as she asks and I nod, leaning down to kiss her bra covered chest "are you sure you can handle being in control says mercedes "the real question is, can you handle me being in control says Ariana

Her eyebrow quirks up and in this moment she's equally as cute as she is sexy "I'm not at all used to it but I guess we're about to find out says mercedes or at least I thought we were and my hand was seconds from slipping into mercedes underwear when her phone rang and chuckling, she kisses me and grabs her phone and she scoots up against the headboard as she answers so I cuddle into her chest, still sitting on her lap "uhh yeah, we're packed says mercedes as she lies and I look past our discarded clothes to our empty luggage then I look at the clock 10:45 pm. Technically we're supposed to be on our way to the airport for our flight back to New York and if we miss our flight, I blame mercedes, she was being extremely seductive and sexy and she distracted me

"Alright, send me her number, thanks scoot bye says mercedes, her and I watch mercedes hang up "who's number says Ariana as she asks "Scooter was saying I should get a publicist and an assistant and he suggested someone named Maggie Carter says mercedes as she shrugs, kissing my cheek and getting out of bed, Maggie Carter, I've never, literally never heard of her before and for the time being, I keep my suspicions to myself, far be it for me to judge someone I don't know and after we pack everything up, we take a quick (non sexual) shower together and get dressed and mercedes looking as good as always in her outfit as she is wearing white shirt with jogger pants and sneakers

"That booty though as I tease, eyes roaming over her form, she's got some curves and muscle, the sweats she has on making her butt look better than usual, she's sexy, absolutely breathtaking and my girl chuckles and shakes her head "put some clothes on so we can go says mercedes and listening to her, I step into a pair of black thigh highs and pull on an oversized white sweatshirt "baby! Picture as I call and mercedes leans into the bathroom with a frown, eyes scanning my body and she rolls her eyes at the fact we're kind of matching but still stands behind me, her arms circle my waist and her chin rests on my shoulder and both of us smile as I take the picture "now let's go, gon end up missin the flight says mercedes as she mumbles the last part

I post the picture, captioning it: my world 🌎💍 , then I go help mercedes finish packing things up and once we're done, we leave out, meeting Courtney and Anthony in the lobby and I send Courtney that 'girl I got tea' look and she smiles and nods and she probably knows what it is already but we still need to talk about it, I have to tell her, Anthony and mercedes check us out, me and Courtney eyeing the female concierge then we leave, getting into the SUVS that take us to the airport and before we get out, my security team gets out, checking our surroundings and stuff then they assist us out and through the airport, we go through tsa and security before we get to our gate and of course we board first thanks to the first class tickets I upgraded us to

The flight starts with me sitting next to mercedes but eventually I tell her to switch seats with Courtney and she does, kissing my cheek and then moving and not a second passes that Courtney and I aren't gossiping, she immediately started asking questions about me and mercedes and I happily fill her in, I tell her about our first time together, going into just the right amount of details and I tell her about a couple hours ago and we of course talk about our time with their families, Courtney tells me how amazing it was to meet miss porter in person, their FaceTime was nice but she got to see how sweet the older woman is even more so

For a minute we talk about the fact that she's sick and while mercedes and Anthony hadn't gone into detail with us about, miss porter did tell us about her ALS, I hated hearing how down she was about it but she still held a bright outlook on it all and it was nice and Courtney "awes" when I tell her about being with mercedes mom and sister, both Samia and miss Y/m/n are amazing, even more amazing is their bond with mercedes and mercedes not the 'man of the house' but there's no doubt that she did and still is taking care of her family, her mom definitely was still in charge but mercedes did everything she could to help and make things easier for her mom, hours (and two wine glasses) later, the plane lands

I'm barely tipsy but I can't deny that the wine effects me and for some reason I'm finding everything funny and I keep giggling and Courtney's in the same state "hi baby as I smile at mercedes wrapping my arms around her waist and leaning most of my body weight on her and mercedes chuckles "hi princess, how you doin says mercedes "really good, I missed you as I pout, I haven't seen her since the plane took off "ari, baby, I was sitting right in front of you says mercedes and by now we've stepped off the plane and are headed to baggage claim, she's carrying both my bag and hers and I frown, not recalling this "then how come I didn't see you says Ariana "well you were staring down a glass majority of the flight so I'm not suprised says mercedes

Her tone is something I can't quite describe "are you mad at me for drinking as I pout "what says mercedes as she frowns and chuckles "no I'm not mad, you're an adult babe, you can do whatever you want, I'm just saying between the two wine glasses and all the gossiping, you probably forgot I was sitting in front of you says mercedes yeah she's right, like I knew she was in front of me but it kind of went to the back of my mind and then I started drinking and it went away completely and I pout again "I didn't mean to forget about you baby, I'm sorry says Ariana and her chest shakes with a chuckle and she helps me into the car "you forgot about me says mercedes "sort of as I cuddle into her, my legs go over her lap and my arms wrap around her neck

Arms circle around my waist and she buries her face in my neck "you didn't forget me, you just got distracted and that's okay, I promise says mercedes and I nod, laying my head against hers "hey ari says mercedes as she quietly calls "hmm says Ariana "can you sing to me says mercedes and for some reason I blush but nod and I give myself a second to think before singing softly to her "🎶in your hands ,I turn into something better than I am, I forget just where I end and you begin, baby, I'm the only one that give a damn so take my hand. I wanna run, we could run like waterfalls and chase the sun, we could stay up late, so faded and get done, baby you're the only one I wanna love so let's run

My fingertips trace the silhouette of your skin and your lips taste like heaven but I'll taste them with gin, body touch, won't you understand, in your hands, I'm in your hands" and singing to her surprisingly sobers me up so by the time we get to my apartment I'm completely fine, mercedes on the other hand is tired and I can see it from her expression and nonetheless she gets out and carries my bags upstairs for me, her hand in mine the whole time "do you wanna stay here tonight as I offer, please say yes "um I can I mean if you want me to says mercedes as she stumbles running a hand through her hair and I can't help but smile at her nervousness and we've had sex and shared the same bed multiple times and she's still unsure about spending the night

"Mercedes as I grab her hand, tugging her upstairs "you don't have to be nervous about staying the night says Ariana and she sits on the edge of my bed, eyes locked on mine "I don't see how you're not says mercedes and I frown "but we've had sex says Ariana "and says mercedes as she tilts her head to the side and my eyebrows pinch together "that's like a really vulnerable and intimate thing to do with someone says Ariana and suddenly I'm feeling nervous and shy, does she not feel the same way about our moments together "yeah it is but it's not the most vulnerable and intimate thing, not to me says mercedes as she further explains

"The wat I see it, the most intimate moments come when you're truly emotionally vulnerable, when it's just me and you at like 3 in the morning and we're talking and sharing things with each other, when you're letting me see a side of you that no one else has seen says mercedes and her words pierce right into my heart and she watches me as my mind shifts through a billion thoughts and eventually I just change into some pajamas (my underwear and one of mercedes shirts) and climb into bed then I hold my hand out to mercedes "do you maybe want to be vulnerable with me says Ariana and her eyes travel to my hand before she chuckles and nods

After stripping down and pulling on a pair of shorts ,she climbs in next to me ,then pulls me into her arms and right here is where I stay for hours as we talk, turns out she was right, I find myself being more vulnerable with her in these moments than I did when we slept together and it feels great

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sky102104 · 4 months

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Rant : Room

okay so. i'm a first year college student and i live with my family of seven, including me, excluding my older brother since he moved out long ago. we have been living in this small, crappy apartment since i started middle school in 2016 with 3 bedrooms. two of the bedrooms are connected and they're actually decently sized to fit a queen sized bed or two twin beds with enough space to roam around. however, the third bedroom, my bedroom, is more like a separate room that is commonly rented out to someone else. it's small, better for a single person with a loft, twin sized bed to maximize the space.

before i was in this room, i was in the second bedroom; sharing with only my younger sister before my older brother moved out of the small room. it was equally as awful an experience not because of the space but because my parents would keep the door connecting the two bedrooms open, letting us hear everytime they had sex, which is honestly disgusting. they let me sleep in an old, bed that was part of a metal bunk bed with old bedsheets until my grandma stepped up and bought me a new bed (which after, my step mom yelled at me for because i chose a dark color wood frame, saying that i knew my siblings were going to try to draw on it with permanent markers. mind you i was like 13.)

sometime after that, the oldest of my younger brothers grew more and he was moved into our bedroom (to make space for my second younger brother in my parents room) so that happened and like. it was fine until it wasnt. i didnt hate or like the idea since we still had some space in the middle of the room to walk in.

fast forward, my brother moves out, his room is empty for a couple weeks before my step mom decided to buy this stupid triple bunk bed after i told her its a bad idea. (i'm starting to think she's legitimately a narcissist, there's a lot more to it than me being bitchy about having to share a tiny room with my sister). i've always hated the triple bunk bed, mostly because my bed, the bottom bunk, is so low and the middle one is also so low, i cannot even sit in it properly.

there are 3 dressers in here, one for our clothes, and another small one for our underwear and stuff, and a third one with doors because we keep our winter coats hung up along with hoodies.

i am going to draw out an outline of the layout as accurately as possible and add it to this post.

as of now, my grandma is here and has been sleeping in the middle bunk, while my sister sleeps in the top bunk. i feel like i'm actually going insane, mostly because i'm off from school until january 26, and am mostly in my room for most of the day. i have some items in my amazon cart to try and get a work desk in here while still making the place as useful for storage as possible so neither me or my sister have to get rid of any clothes, but i'm actually going insane.

i dont think i made my room justice with this outline.

#rant post #rant #personal rant #bedroom #dumb shit

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simpsonsreviewsbykristyn · 1 year

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hello and why

Hi I’m Kristyn, and I have decided to watch all of the Simpsons, probably up until around season 10, possibly further - time will tell.

I am a long time Simpsons fan, in the way that I watched it on tv as a kid fairly frequently and was very familiar with all seasons up until around 10, and then I probably watched new episodes on a weekly basis until around season 13. I probably saw various new episodes as they aired on tv off and on and also had a few seasons/episodes downloaded (within the season 5-10 range - I considered anything before season 5 weird/depressing/creepy and anything beyond 10 too unfunny and otherwise dumb to be worth watching again) from the time I knew how to/was able to download tv shows.

I was in university when the Simpsons movie came out and at that point I hadn’t seen a new episode in a long time, but I downloaded and watched it by myself and I was like "welp I didn’t really need to have watched that, that was bad". And that confirmed for me that the new content was indeed still awful, like a different unfunny show wearing the skin of a once good show.

As an adult, as a general rule I remained in what I consider to be the safe “golden era” zone of seasons 5-9. My boyfriend Sam will put on new, present day episodes from time to time and they are almost always still really bad.

And I want it to be good! I truly am open to a possibility of it being good. I don’t want to be a person that just shits on episodes just for not being the old episodes (although as a general rule, most shows get bad around the double digits of their seasons, if they go for that long).

For a while, my friend Mike and I were recording a podcast where we watched two episodes of the Simpsons on a similar topic/theme, one “old” (season 10 or earlier) and “new” (season 12 and beyond. I put "new" in quotation marks because some of what I refer to as "new" is still from like 20 years ago).

Again, I didn’t want to just be like "NEW EPISODE BAD" every time we watched and talked about a “new” one , and sometimes there were funny jokes or ok episodes but I’d say it was probably ~15% good 35% bad 50% neutral. Or maybe more bad than that because neutral is bad in the context of a tv show - no one wants to watch a boring show, that 35% is really more like explicitly cringe or ...bad.

Anyway, regarding the podcast, we got out a few episodes but since neither of us know anything about podcast-ing it was taking me a lot of time to put each episode together because we were recording in a way that I thought made sense but ends up was actually insane. And then the pandemic happened so we couldn’t get together to record and Mike had connectivity problems that did not support remote recording and we never got back to it - it was fun and perhaps we will again some day but yeah it was taking very long to “””edit””” (I put that in quotations because I truly didn’t/don’t know what I’m doing just smashing stuff together in GarageBand) each episode (was it because we’d record for a really long time and then I’d try to condense it? Who knows, but that was surely part of it.)

So why am I doing this? Why now? Who asked for this? No one, but I mentioned that I considered pre-season 5 the creep-zone: what I mean by that is, that if you are familiar with the first season (and possibly second?? I couldn’t even tell you off the top of my head what episodes are in season 2, but I know the vacation one where homer almost kills the family driving off a cliff and possibly a weird thanksgiving one?? Also theres one with like, a war with the kids?? And the fish with 3 eyes? That fish is fucking gross and I don’t look forward to seeing it).

Anyway, it is aggressively different than even season 3, which I can now say with confidence after otherwise not touching season 3 for a long time. Season 3 has episodes that I have always considered really good ones, like the flaming Moe episode which feels like it is comparable to any of (my personal) “golden era” episodes. And duff gardens where Lisa is the lizard queen, thats a fun one.

Anyway, I haven’t really watched the Simpsons much since we stopped recording a few years ago. It was just Halloween though, so I guess I had them on my mind after watching my golden era treehouse of horror episodes and I thought, "I should really poke around more in season 3 and 4 and possibly even 2 ….and 1…??"

I’ve seen all of them on tv for sure, most of them many many times probably, but I’m guessing that I haven’t seen any of season 1 or 2 since the early 2000s when I may have seem them on tv, on channels that played episodes seemingly at random from any of the current and past seasons of the show. We had this circuit where we got to watch the Simpsons twice a day since it was on two channels at like 5 and 6 pm, so I saw the show a lot, for many years, in addition to a new episodes weekly until I stopped finding it worth watching.

So again, a roundabout way of explaining how I came to doing this project: in wanting to rewatch episodes, and discovering that episodes in season 3 and 4 are indeed good - I started thinking about other episodes that I never watch due to my memory of not liking them.

EVEN WITHIN my radius of episodes that I’ve always watched, there are STILL episodes I hate that I always avoid - like the one where Bart shoots the bird or shoplifts - I consider them "downer" episodes.

But I suspect maybe they aren’t as bad as I remember, or that even if the overall episode is bad, that maybe there are still good/funny jokes in there, and content that I will understand much more as an adult than as a 10 year old when I last saw it.

Sometimes when I want to rewatch another show that I like, I just start at the beginning, but I’ve never done that with the Simpsons - I just watch the golden-non-“creep”-non-“new”-minus-“downer”-episodes (particularly over watching the ones I know I like).

Another paragraph later, here I am again to say that I arrived the decision to watch all episodes from season 1 episode 1 onwards (I know there were some other ones before that?? I dunno, maybe one day, not now) - HERE IT IS: because I haven’t in a long time and I suspect I may be wrongfully never watching episodes that perhaps have been good this whole time. Or if they’re not, I will know again for sure. And I thought writing about them would be a fun lil project for me.

So join me, won’t you, for a frosty chocolate milkshake or whatever it is that happens in the early creep zone season 1, onwards to the ???season 2??, season 3-4 which I’m pleasantly optimistic about and otherwise haven’t seen most of in a really long time, *golden era season 5-9*, decline-in-quality-but-still-generally-ok-as-per-my-current-memory-but-maybe-I’m-wrong season 10-13, and then the “new” (unfortunate general synonym for bad) seasons and subsequent seasons. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised! I’m not even that qualified to say that it's all bad since there are very few, relatively, episodes that I’ve seen in the season 14(~?)-beyond range. My 15% good 85% bad (revised from 35% bad and 50% neutral, I really mean more 50% bad and 35% really bad) judgement is based on whatever assortment of episodes I have seen.

So that is all to say that I have no idea how many episodes/to which season I will watch, and when I will stop, so a tentative end will be season 10ish but who knows, maybe I won’t get that far for whatever reason and this will be another abandoned hobby, who’s to say.

OK lmao what a long intro to explain what chunks of a cartoon I have watched and why I am watching them again now. Thats all, here we go. Thanks again for reading whoever you are xoxo Kristyn

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Wish 2 | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at 26 instead of 13

The shock that settled on Malachi’s face could’ve been recognizable from miles away. His Aunts and Uncles were right; he did look like his father. It astounded him. He wanted to be angry. This man had left him for almost his entire life. He was nearly eighteen and would be in November. So why did he show up now?

More importantly, why did he leave Y/n?

“ Why did you leave? “ Malachi’s voice was quiet, and Five swallowed, “ I- I didn’t know she- “

He interrupted before Five could continue, “ I don’t care that you left me. I stopped caring a long time ago. “ Malachi stated, “ I want to know why you left mom. “

“ I didn’t know that I would be gone for seventeen years your time. “ Five informed softly, “ I ended up at the Academy and immediately came here. “

“ That is no excuse! You left her when she needed you! “ The boy was desperate for his father to understand, “ How am I supposed to trust you? To love you after you left the one person you swore to love? “

“ I don’t expect you to trust me immediately, and I don’t expect you to be understanding of my actions. “ Five was almost too calm, “ Understand your actions?! Are you insane? “ Malachi retorted, irritated.

“ You left for seventeen years to prove a point! That’s extraordinarily too far-fetched. You risked never being able to see mom again because of your stupid pride! “ The boy yelled, standing in front of his mother protectively, “ Malachi, please. “ Y/n pleaded.

Tears filled her son's eyes, “ No! Mom, you deserve better than this. “

“ She does, and I’m aware of it. “ Five informed, and Malachi turned to glare at him, “ I’m not ashamed to say that she does deserve better. But you need to know– whether you believe me or not, I didn’t break all of my promises. “

Y/n and Malachi stared curiously, “ One of my wedding vows was ‘No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, I’ll always find my way back to you’. I may have broken most of my vows, and I can’t express the amount of pain I went through knowing I did, but I didn’t break all of them. “

“ I spent forty-five years alone in the future. It isn’t what you think it is either. But I spent every second of those forty-five years trying to get back here to your mom, to my wife. “ Five explained, “ I didn’t know she was pregnant. Perhaps I would’ve stayed. We won’t know now. What’s done is done, and all I can do now is try to earn your trust. “

Malachi didn’t stand down. His glare was harsh, and his eyes turned a shade darker. It was almost scary to see how protective he was. But maybe it made sense because that’s how Five always was. He always held his ground and protected what he loved. But that didn’t heal the breaking in his heart when his own son was being this aggressive towards him. Would it be cowardly to say he was afraid of a seventeen-year-old boy even after being an assassin for nearly five years? Probably.

“ Why did you show up now? “ Malachi’s voice was hurt now, no longer aggressive, “ A doomsday is upcoming. I had no idea when I’d come back or when I’d be back. “ Five answered.

The man swallowed before speaking again, “ How- How old are you? “

“ Seventeen. I’m about to go into my senior year of high school. “ Malachi replied reluctantly, “ He’ll be graduating with honors and as Valedictorian of his class. “ Y/n added.

Five chuckled, “ Glad to know you inherited my smarts. Y/n is hopeless. “

“ You asshole. “ She retorted playfully, and Five smiled, “ You- You really want him back in our lives? “ Malachi questioned to his mother.

She nodded, “ Yes. “

Five stood up from the chair at the island and made his way to them. He kept his distance from them, leaving three feet between them. It was better for Malachi to come to him than the other way around. His back was leaning against the island counter while his son pondered his decisions.

“ Malachi, it’s your decision too. If you don’t want to associate with him, that’s okay. “ Y/n stated comfortably, looking at her son's teary eyes, “ I would like for you two to have the bond you always wished for. But you’re grown up now. This is your choice. “

He sniffled, “ I- I’ve heard stories about you. “ Malachi informed, and Five chuckled bitterly, “ I’m sure you have. “

“ They weren’t all that great. “ The boy added, “ Uncle Diego wasn’t fond of you. Aunt Vanya talks about you a lot. She said that you were always nice to her. “

“ She said that you weren’t nice to anyone else. “ Malachi informed, and Five stared at him curiously, “ Uncle Diego said you were an asshole and prideful. “

Five had a feeling this wasn’t going to work in his favor. His own son was feeling the same way as his siblings had. Admittedly Five wanted that bond too. He wanted to create a bond with his son despite all his faults. He wanted to be there for him now that he was here. Five wanted to prove himself.

“ I wished for years that you’d show up. Every birthday, every Christmas, every thanksgiving, everything. I prayed and wished upon every shooting star that you’d come home. “ Malachi chuckled bitterly, “ But now that you’re here, I’m not sure that was the right decision. “

His father didn’t get a chance to respond before Malachi walked toward the door, grabbing his car keys and leaving. The door shut normally despite the amount of anger and sadness residing in the boy's body. He wouldn’t be another version of his father. He just needed to calm down. Five stared at the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks.

Gently Y/n turned his head down to look at her despite him being taller. Her sleeves covered her palms, and she wiped away the tears. Her sleeves were turning darker from the water. Eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore. His body shook, and he pulled her into his embrace, sobbing on her shoulder. He held the back of her shirt tighter than ever.

“ I’m- I'm so sorry, love. “ Five cried onto her shoulder, “ Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know. “ Her voice was calm and steady.

Her fingers ran through his brunet hair, “ Who helped you through it? “ His voice was so gentle and hesitant as his head laid on her shoulder, “ Diego was a great help. “

Five sniffled, holding her closer, “ When did you find out? “

“ A week before you left. I didn’t know when to say it. I was nervous and scared at how you’d react. It turns out I waited too long. “ Y/n chuckled humorlessly.

The man pulled from her embrace to cup her cheeks and gently kiss her lips. The gesture he had missed for forty-five years. At that moment, he felt like they had just gotten married all over again. The softness and gentleness of the kiss made him feel like nothing ever happened between them. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“ I’m sorry. Truly I am. I didn’t know, but even if you had told me then, I don’t think I would’ve listened. “ Five admitted, and she nodded, “ I know. “

A silence cut through the apartment like a spider creeping up a web, quick, careful and skilled, “ Do- Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? “

Y/n shrugged, “ Maybe. “

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bangtan-pugh-bug · 3 years

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Scott Lang x Reader Chapter 13

This chapter follows directly on from chapter 12 I REALLY need to make a master list I know. Ended up way longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy! :)) and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list <3

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing as fucking always

‘Oh fuck,’ his eyelids fluttered as he rode into you. You wanted to take his shirt off and take all of him in but the pleasure was keeping you lay down. Scott felt your walls tightening as you struggled to decide where to look and what to do with your hands. He seemed to sense the indecision because in a surprisingly wholesome twist, Scott’s hand found its way in your hair before caressing your cheek. All you could hear was both of your heavier breaths matching each other’s rhythms. You’d known before (and of course said before) that you loved Scott but having him look at you with such compassion in bed made you know for certain.

You both let the pause continue but Scott’s impatience was obvious, despite him trying to hide it for your sake. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ you finally said before smirking up at him. The atmosphere took an instant shift as the two of you fought with the fabric and felt it rip off of his chest. And oh fucking hell was the sight of Scott shirtless a treat. You knew he worked out, Tony had a gym everyone used for training, but you never knew he had actual ab muscles. Scott chuckled as he watched you stare at them in awe. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

Scott’s finger below your chin guided your gaze back to his green eyes. There was no hesitation after that. As the two of you kissed with lust filled ferocity, you postured up and pushed down on Scott’s shoulders so you could sit in his lap. You tried to continue devouring each other’s taste but the sound that slipped from you as you sank down onto him was pornographic and distracting as hell. You rode him slowly because after such a long wait why not tease him? He could have made this happen ages ago. Selfish of him really.

‘Jesu-fuck Y/N,’ the poor man struggled to keep his head facing you and not back looking at the ceiling. ‘You feel amazing,’ you couldn’t help but beam at his praise. After spending so many nights touching yourself to the fantasy of riding him, having it happen in real life was overwhelming. His large hands gripped your waist while you continued your torment of slowly filling yourself up and down. You didn’t want this to just become another memory in the past that would never happen again. Scott’s firm hands digging into your waist brought you away from the nagging thoughts. ‘Fuck you’re so tight.’ He felt so good it was driving you insane. As he hit your g-spot dangerously slowly you let out a whine.

‘You..can go,’ he already sounded wrecked which made you smug as anything. ‘Faster than that Y/N.’ His eyes were closed but you were determined to keep yours open to look at his face. The obvious pleasure he was feeling. You decided to oblige him and speed up, never once did his cock grazing your g spot not send wonderful shivers down your spine. Your face felt hot- your whole body was on fire.

It was your turn to throw your head back. No one had made you feel as high as Scott, not even close. The man was fucking addictive.

All you could focus on was the full feeling you had in your stomach, Scott’s wrecked voice and his firm grip on your waist. Part of you wished they were around your neck. Maybe next time. ‘Scotttttt….’ you moaned. He fucking adored hearing you moan and hearing you say his name was going to send him over the edge. You wanted to see it. With desperate, yet shaky hands, you thought about crawling his back but it felt forced for a moment. Once again he sensed your minor uncertainty and handled it for you. ‘Come here,’ his voice was husky but breathless as he pulled you into a kiss while you rode him faster and faster.

Your walls were tightening and your toes began to curl on the bedsheets but you felt a sudden impulse to move so you pulled him on top of you. It broke the kiss but it meant on Scott’s next thrust you felt him even deeper and a prolonged moan left your open mouth as you came. Your eyes closed and your body jerked and writhed underneath Scott’s panting chest. He didn’t move for a moment, completely lost in witnessing you enjoy every second of your orgasm. It hit you in waves that felt endless for a moment before your entire body stopped its uncontrollable writhing that pushed Scott over the edge.

He came inside you and, for a moment, almost lost balance. You were so in shock from the huge mass of pleasure you’d just felt that your chest was rising and falling heavier than it did after a run. That orgasm had hit you like a brick. You struggled to sit up as you felt Scott, to your surprise, move down your body. How did he have any energy left? You were exhausted.

One more feeble attempt to sit up was not needed because Mr Scott Lang had decided to surprise you by inserting his fingers in your pussy and smugly licking your clit. Without the much needed warning. ‘Ah- too sensitive!’ You squealed, backing away from Scott on the bed to escape. He was definitely amused. ‘You okay over there?’ Wow. After the sounds he had made?! He was going to make you out to be overwhelmed? However his confident side made you wet and you were not one to complain after sex so:

‘I’m great.’ You smiled coyly and closed your legs as if you weren’t leaking his cum all over the bed and just there to talk. Scott smiled and made his way back over to you like a panther on some sort of sick hunt. ‘You’re trouble.’ He responded, almost judging but still humorous. When you didn’t respond you saw his face change to show some insecurity about his actions. ‘Are you already regrett-‘

‘I regret not getting you to slam me against a wall to be honest.’ You hugged your knees, your breath had returned to normal and you were grinning at Scott like a cat that had gotten its own way. Finally.

‘Well shit,’ he paused with his hand on his forehead and a raise of his eyebrows. ‘That can be arranged.’

Yes but not now, you thought, too tired for that. Must sleep. Must lie down.

The bed, despite being wet, was so inviting and Scott following your lead and wrapping his arms around your waist even more so. You felt safe next to him. At peace. You heard Scott’s breathing normalise but neither one of you spoke. There was no awkwardness like you’d feared and apart from the horrible intrusive thought ‘Am I better or worse than his ex wife’ you felt calm and… happy. Really happy. Tentatively, Scott’s hands found themselves stroking your hair. He ran his fingers through it gently and you smiled and closed your eyes. The smell of sex had filled the room but your arousal was somehow being overpowered by the calm. And there was one question you were curious about.

‘How long for you?’

You expected a brief silence or atleast a ‘Huh’ due to your vagueness but Scott just knew exactly what you’d meant.

‘Atleast a year,’ you quietly turned to face him so he knew he had your full attention. ‘But I really knew when you came to comfort me, on my anniversary.’ You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows and scoff. ‘You mean when I came to annoy you on the roof?’ Scott’s smirk grew into a full grin at you. ‘And why is that so surprising?’ To be quite honest you’d felt like an intrude that night and not much help to him at all but it was nice to know he felt differently. He looked so pretty lay opposite you, your hands found their way into his hair ruffling it even more. ‘I don’t know.’ You lied.

‘What about you?’ It was his turn to play with your hair again. Oh that was easy. Too easy. ‘First day I met you,’ it was growing harder to look Scott in the eye as you admitted it. ‘I kept thinking about y- I only ever asked you dumb questions as an excuse to talk to you until- well until we were friends.’ He was listening intently which you were not used to men doing. “Were?” Scott questioned knowingly, he waited for your response and you could practically see his ego growing by the second. Of course ‘were’.

‘Well would you call this friendship?’ You laughed, gesturing to the two of you in bed slightly sweaty from moments earlier. After a second too long for your liking passed your eyes widened at the sight of Scott’s hoodie on the floor. You’d forgot he’d brought it with him and it looked comfy as anything. ‘Hold on I’ve always wanted to do this,’ you grinned excitedly like a little kid and Scott watched you in amusement. Struggling for a moment, you pulled the black hoodie over your head (because your hair wasn’t messy enough already) and gestured proudly to your new (stolen) outfit. It smelt like him which just made you giddier.

‘You’ve never slept with a guy and stolen his hoodie before?’ Scott raised his eyebrows clearly not believing you or understanding the appeal. ‘They’ve been out the fucking door too fast.’ You shrugged trying not to let that harsh fact sink in. Oh well. You were feeling good now at least. Scott frowned but once again you couldn’t help but not wait for his reply- just in case it hurt you in some way and brought your high down. ‘Kinda hungry not gonna lie.’ You hadn’t even eaten yet but that wasn’t what you were really thinking about as you stood over Scott as he sat on the bed.

Slyly, he ran his calloused hands under his hoodie and up your torso making you gasp. He couldn’t help but grin at the strong reactions you had to his mild touches. Deciding to really tease you, Scott’s hand traveled down to your pussy so he could finger you but being overstimulated you whined and grabbed his wrist. The man just thought you sounded pretty. ‘Fuck- you’re dripping sweetheart.’ You grinned once again at his words and clenched your thighs together. ‘Who’s fault is that?’

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tempobrucera · 2 years

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PROMPT LIST

I just recently noticed that the 12 followers I had here when I started actually using this blog, turned into 200 over the last ... month or so and I don't know why or how. Thank you, it feels really like insanity 🥂🎉. Maybe because it gives me some joy and it's literally just writing and not much either on this blog, nothing else.

I'm gonna write some small blurbs between 500-800 (more like between 1k-1.5k, because that's apparently the length I can write) words each, can be shorter, longer.

Rules (there aren't many, don't worry): 1. You can pick up to 4 numbers from the prompt sentences, scenarios, mood / dynamics and the touches / kinks lists for one request (there are examples under the cut). The prompts are categorized but just because it says angst, doesn't mean it can't be requested as fluff. 2. Write SFW or NSFW or don't care into the request. 3. Let me know for who of the 4 (or 2? The scenarios are for 2 people, but can be written for more) (there's just one thing I cannot write which is nsfw Damiano, sorry). 4. That's it. Because there are endless possibilities with this, you can request more than one. I might close them at one point though. Feel free to reblog this. I'm gonna reblog this myself at one point, I know myself.

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Examples & Lists

1. Prompt Sentences:

Nonsense / General Stupidness / Idiots to Lovers / Drunk

1. "Am I an accomplice to a crime?"

2. "Please go away." - "We're handcuffed together, how am I supposed to-"

3. "Friends with benefits... isn't that like, for friends?" - "Don't think it's a requirement."

4. "I told you that you’d fall in love with me."

5. "I’m bored. Let’s bake something" - "It’s two in the fucking morning–" "So?"

6. "I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment."

7. "I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot." - "No, that's okay. Go on."

8. "Now if you excuse me, i'm gonna go set myself on fire."

9. "I love you." - "Hold up — what did you just say?" - "When?" - "Two seconds ago." - "I said you."

10. "You do know that’s a plastic plant, right?"

11. "You're an idiot." - "Takes one to know one."

12. "I wish I could say that this is the first time, I’ve been stabbed with a plastic spoon."

13. "Are you flirting with me?" - "I have been for the past year or so, but I appreciate you noticing."

14. "For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something."

15. "What are you doing here?" - "I got locked out of my house." - "Again?"

16. "What happened to your hand?" - "I hit my hand on something." - "On what?" - "Your ex's face."

17. "Why did you break up with them?" - "My dog didn't like them, and that is never a good sign."

18. "How about we save that kiss for some other time? Maybe, let's say, when you don't look like you're going to throw up on me?"

19. "Can you punch my face?"

20. "You’re a mess." - "Thank you for the lovely compliment."

21. "I fell in love with you." - "No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your alcohol."

22. "I love you, but sometimes I want to throw you off a cliff."

23. "Alright— where’s the idiot?" - "Uh... I’m here." - "Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time."

24. "If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" - "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it."

25. "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" - "You’re not doing anything." - "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

26. "Here’s a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window."

27. "....Did you just sniff me?"

28. "If there’s nothing going on between the two of you, you don’t mind if I ask her out, do you?"

29. "I need you, you idiot." - "I am yours. No refunds."

30. "You've been here all night?" - "Of course. Why, was i supposed to sneak out?"

Fake Dating

31. "Yeah, well, I'm not paying you to like me. I'm paying you to laugh at my jokes and cling to me like a magnet so my ex doesn't think I miss them."

32. "They'll be in here in a second. Get naked." - "What? You didn't say anything about getting naked!" - "Just take off some of your clothes, I want them to think we're doing it!"

33. "This was all fake, this was just supposed to be fake you weren't supposed to tell me you love me!" - "And you weren't supposed to say it back!"

34. "It’s just going to be for one night and there will be so much food and drinks, you just need to say yes and maybe take my hand a few times that night."

35. "Are you doubting my acting skills?"

36. "I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé."

37. "You want to practice kissing to make it believable? How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?"

Comfort

38. "If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you brag about winning game night."

39. "You can lay your head in my lap if you want to."

40. "You okay? You look like you could use a hug."

41. "Alright, who am I beating up?"

42. "I heard you were feeling sick, so I made you some soup."

43. "You can lean on me if it makes you more comfortable."

44. "You make a good pillow."

45. "You can squeeze my hand if you need to."

46. "I'll sit here, with my arms wrapped around you, all night."

47. "Here, you can borrow my jacket."

Angst

48. "Look, i'm really sorry. You didn't deserve that."

49. "So we're breaking up over the phone? Touché."

50. "And you're here to do what, exactly? To apologize, or to feel better about yourself?"

51. "I know you've already moved on, but I'm still where we left off."

52. "All my friends told me you’d break my heart."

53. "Why did you wait until I moved on?"

54. "Come on, you're not okay." - "That obvious, huh?"

55. "It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!"

56. "All you do is hurt people."

57. "I never would’ve thought (Person) would end up with someone else."

58. "I think I messed things up, I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with ..."

"Enemies" to Lovers / Hating eachother

59. "God, you really are the most annoying person on earth."

60. "Why are you so annoying?" - "Why are you so mad about it?"

61. "I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh at one of my jokes before."

62. "Go to hell." - "I'm sure the devil will greet us both with open arms."

63. "Are they fighting again?" - "Worse, they’re kissing."

64. "I am this close away from strangling you."

65. "Look, I know we're not... friends, but... i don't know where to go."

66. "You know, you could at least tell me to go to hell."

NSWF / Flirting

67. "We should probably leave, before we start a scandal."

68. "Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense."

69. "If you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up."

70. "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

71. "We should just get naked."

72. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."

73. "This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you."

74. "So... are you going to let me in, or would you rather I chat up the bartender?"

75. "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind."

General / Anything else

76. "Who needs them, we can have fun on our own."

77. "Do you think we’re friends / lovers in every universe?"

78. "How many times are we going to keep meeting like this?"

79. "Will they like me, or should I buy a copy of 'How to Make Friends and Influence People'?"

80. "Wait a minute, did you just choke on your (drink) because they're dating that asshole?"

81. "Pretty boy is with me!" - (...) - "Oh, I’m pretty boy?"

82. "Wasn't really under the impression you thought of me that way."

83. "You're anything but a saint."

84. "I'm sorry for bringing it up." - "Actually, I would love to kiss you."

85. "Dance with me." - "Right here?"

86. "I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?" - "Hopefully all of them…"

2. Scenarios:

1. One day, Person A and Person B are both trapped in an elevator together.

2. Person A and Person B both get a little too tipsy at their weekly movie night and Person B always wants to cuddle when you’re both drunk.

3. Person A and Person B went thrift shopping together and found old love notes so now they're sitting on the couch reading them to each other in silly voices and suddenly Person A is nervous and wait a minute did Person B just use Person A's name .

4. Person A leaves baked goods for Person B anonymously, but Person B already knows that it's Person A.

5. Person A keeps making mixtapes and Spotify playlists for Person B that are full of an oddly high number of love songs, but Person B still hasn't figured out that they're confessions.

6. Person A has a hard time reaching something in the cabinet, Person B insists on helping them but Person A refuses, and Person B now has to watch as Person A climbs up the kitchen counter to reach the cabinet, terrified out of their mind that Person A will fall and hurt themselves.

7. Person B's favorite restaurant's giving out free food for Valentine's Day, but it's couples only so Person B is dragging Person A along with them.

8. Person B just ate all the caramel tartlets, so Person A pushes them on the couch to jokingly kiss them, and god their lips are sweet.

9. Person A is trying to have a conversation with Person B but Person randomly decides to splash their glass of water in Person A's face, having had enough of being serious.

10. Person A get's utterly drunk at a party. Person A is being grumpy picking fights with people for just looking at them but extra nice to Person B only. Including removing their clothes because they feel so hot and their shoes and completely forgetting about them. Only Person B can put the clothes back on them because they're the only ones allowed to touch but because Person A is drunk they also fall asleep everywhere because of that.

11. Person A and Person B almost burning down the house when making dinner because they're too busy making out.

12. Visit a christmas market and treat yourself with all the delicious sweets that are out there

13. Person A shows up at Person B's house drunk after they broke up Sorry. No break up anymore! People loved going for this one. Why?

14. Trying to bake cookies together and failing. It's one big mess and in the end, they are lying on the floor, covered in flour and not able to stop smiling.

15. Person A and Person B grocery shopping together. Person A stays strictly to the list while Person B tries to sneak a few extra items into the cart.

16. Person A got takeout from their favorite restaurant as a surprise and Person B decided to make a fancy meal to surprise Person A and now Person A is standing at the door with takeout bags while Person B is waiting for something in the oven, and they're laughing but also Person A is looking at Person B like maybe it's love?

17. One picking the other up to take them out on a date after they were stood up.

18. Person A and Person B wake up hugging each other and their noses are so close, and they stare into each other's eyes, not knowing what to do, afraid to break up the moment.

19. Person A shyly working up courage to hold Person B’s hand by continuing to brush against it, before Person B takes charge and grabs hold of it. Person A is getting all flustered.

20. Playing hide and seek at IKEA and being kicked out of the store.

3. Mood / Dynamics / Fanfic Tropes:

1. Fluff (Happy / Romantic)

2. Lazy / Sleepy

3. Angst

4. Sharing a first kiss

5. Confessing feelings

6. Friends with Benefits

7. Hurt / Comfort

8. Idiots to Lovers

9. Only one bed

10. Fake Dating

11. Having an argument / fight

12. "Enemies" to Lovers

4. Touches / Kinks:

1. Lifting someone up out of excitement

2. Nose kisses

3. Holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

4. Cuddling for warmth

5. Shielding the other one with their body

6. Doing a pinky swear

7. Pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

8. Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

9. Holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

10. One doodling on the other’s hand.

11. Comparing hand-sizes to hold their hand against the other's and then just holding hands

12. Looking at their naked back, connecting the small moles with your fingers as if they were constellations.

13. One wiping a crumb from the other’s lips.

14. Touching foreheads.

15. Hickeys.

16. Semi Public

17. Sweat

18. Car Sex

19. Body Hair

20. Praise

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