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macabr3-barbi3 · 23 days

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Alastor x Reader who has temperamental issues and decides to throw something at him which leads to him fucking the tantrum out of her.

well shit, I’m fucking obsessed with this idea lmao to the top of the adhd queue it went! I tried to keep it a little more bite sized, sometimes the plot does get away from me lol

As usual the ending is rushed once the smut is over but I hope this works with what you were looking for 🖤

Tags: light bondage; vaginal sex; just a tad bit of begging

Everyone else in the hotel knew it was easiest to just give you your way when you were pissy; except Alastor apparently. You came home after a rough day to spot him in the kitchen with the last chamomile teabag in his steaming mug; you asked him to trade for something else so you could have what was currently steeping in his ‘Oh Deer’ cup, so you could sleep.

“You don’t need it to sleep; really all that one needs to sleep is a bed and silence! You have your own bedroom and everyone else is asleep so I think you’ll be perfectly fine.”

Some childish part of you decided that the best course of action upon his refusal would be to throw your own empty mug directly at his head in retaliation.

The sickening crack you heard almost made you think you had hit your mark- but no, that was just his fucking neck snapping as he cocked his head far enough to the side to avoid the ceramic projectile. The mug shattered harmlessly on the floor and Alastor turned to look at you, his eyes black, red dials in place of pupils. “Surely you can’t be so foolish,” he had growled, and the kitchen faded into darkness as he transported you to his bedroom.

How exactly that led to where you were now- hands suspended above you by shadows, Alastor’s claws digging ridges into the flesh of your hips while he bounced you on his thick cock- was a bit beyond you at the moment. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of it, the sensation of his hardness inside you, the smell of his sweat and your arousal combining into some olfactory aphrodisiac that served to hurtle you closer to the edge of orgasm than you had been since dying.

“Have you remembered yet, darling?” Alastor’s eyes are lidded, cast low enough to watch your pussy swallowing him. “What do we say when we want something?”

Ahh, that’s what it was. Reintroducing the concept of manners, he had said, though he failed to mention that he would be fucking it into you. You had honestly thought he was going to kill you, shadow tentacles wrapped around your wrists, his eyes dark and dangerous until he noticed the embarrassed flush to your cheeks, the subtle dilation of your pupils and sharp intake of breath when he trailed his claws down the bare skin of your arms. “Perhaps there’s a better way to get the idea across, hm?”

“P- please,” you whisper, your voice strained.

“Mmm, and when we do get what we want?” He accompanies this with a hard thrust, and your head drops forward with a moan, gaze captivated by the flex of his stomach muscles while he grinds up into you, his shirt discarded when you had climbed onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck- thank you.”

His smile is pleased. “Lovely, chérie. You know, I’ve kept that cup of tea nice and hot on your desk over there- I could be persuaded to part with it if you can be polite.”

He thought you still wanted the tea? “Don’t care,” you gasp out. “Just- fuck me.”

His hips still, hands leaving your waist to fold behind his head, the picture of casual patience, like his prick wasn’t twitching inside you. “That’s not how we ask, dear- whether it’s for tea for pleasure.”

“God damn- please, Alastor.” You can’t stop the roll of your eyes as you try to grind down, the shadows around your wrist pulling you up at the last moment to prevent you from gaining any of the delicious friction you were seeking.

“I think you can do better. Keep in mind that I’m being merciful, darling- I’ve killed greater demons for lesser crimes than trying to crack my skull open, you know. I’ve certainly never rewarded whining and demands in such a way before.” He reaches a clawed finger out, trails it down your neck and between the mounds of your breasts, continuing down your frame until he reaches the sensitive juncture between your thighs. The hard press against your clit has you groaning and trying to press down, only to be stopped by the grip of his shadows still on your wrists. “Once more- try for some sincerity this time!”

“Fuck- please, Alastor.” You make it as saccharine and earnest as you can, and you’re rewarded with being lowered back down onto the Radio Demon’s cock, slow and sweet. The pleads fall from your lips unbidden then, his hands coming back to your hips and pace picking up with every repetition; “please please please, oh God, fuck, Alastor-”

“Beautiful, dear,” he says, and he guides you over the peak with a gentle finger to your sensitive clit and an angle of his hips, driving into you with a frantic fierceness that has you wishing you could dig your nails into the flesh of his chest to ride it out.

Like he can hear the thought, the shadows on your wrists release and you fall forward and sink your fingers in the way that you want to. You want to demand that he finish, that he follow you over the edge, but this whole thing started because of you demanding something from him, and pitching a fit (and a mug) when he didn’t comply. You could take his lesson to heart- show him just how effective a method of teaching it was.

“Please,” you moan in his ear, and his fingers tense against your skin. “Cum for me, I want it- I’ll ask nicely, Al, please?”

He groans against your neck, dragging your hips down into his and grinding up against you, the clench of your body pulling him into the abyss along with you.

There’s a moment of quiet filled only with the sounds of your panting before Alastor clears his throat. “So, darling, what have we learned?”

You sigh, still irritated at the reprimanding but satisfied with how it turned out- your eyelids are dropping shut. “Mind my manners, I suppose.”

Alastor hums into your hair. “That’s right. Now, the offer does still stand for the tea- what do you think?”

“I don’t have the necessary equipment or angle to throw a cup so I guess I’ll be polite. Can I please have the last cup of chamomile?” Despite the request your mind is fuzzy, eyes harder to keep open.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, and you hear the gentle clatter of ceramic on your nightstand. “I did tell you that you didn’t need the tea to sleep, darling.” The soft vibrations of his voice are the last thing you hear before dropping off into blissful rest.

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #x reader #requests #my stuff <3

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hxltic · 23 days

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Omg omg I love your writing. May i please order a cup of Ghost, König, Roach (or really any other COD character) with an s/o who randomly decides to ask them what their bodycount is and then gets upset when it’s a lot ;( like their s/o asks them about their past hookups and they’re like 16 or something and their s/o gets all pouty and teary eyed cause they don’t like the thought of someone else touching them in an intimate manner. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO DETAILED OML

I really wanted to do one of the three you named but I’m gonna do Gaz cus he’s hot and young and the least traumatized out of all of them LMAO IM SORRY (this is so late but I have motivation again and I’m back!!)

Gaz connects the silver chain around his neck, watching his reflection copy in the mirror, then he shines a smile that hides the strawberry gum he’s chewing somewhere behind his teeth. Once he’s satisfied with a simple black tee that hugs him in all the right spots, he leaves the bathroom with a spritz of his expensive, vanilla scented cologne hanging in the air.

On his few days off duty, who better to spend it with than you?

He pours himself a single shot before you stroll out of your shared bedroom. Makeup done, heels high, and dress short— you were more than ready.

“Damn, you look good. You trying to kill me?” He rubs his jaw as he scans you.

Giggling, you twirl in your skin-tight dress, “Maybe.”

“Alright, let’s go before I do something I’ll regret.”

. .

You arrive with his arm slung around your waist as you pass the foyer and into the living room. Some of his high school friends await, new faces to you. They catch sight of you first, then him, and it instantly switches the mood when they holler out happily.

“Yo, Kyle!”

“Long time no see!”

A few hugs and handshakes later, you both take a seat and sink comfortably into the couch. His arm switches to rest over your shoulders protectively.

He inquires, “So, this is her right?”

“In the flesh,” he responds casually.

The man leans over from his spot and reaches his hand out, hoping you’ll take it. Your lips curl upwards politely when you do.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too. He talks about you all the time, so when I saw you, I knew who you were immediately. I’m Tyler.”

“Does he now?” Your shoot a curious glance to him who’s watching the conversation unfold. “And what would he say?”

“All good things, all good things,” Kyle jests. His thumb caresses your shoulder. Tilting your head to lean into his neck, faint cologne seems to override everyone else’s in the room when his two-toned lips kiss your forehead.

“It’s good to see him finally settle down. Out of your ways, right man?”

Tyler mindlessly giggles as what he said runs over your head. Then, it takes a U-turn and comes back, dropping your expression to a blank stare at nothing in particular as the cogs turn in your brain.

Out of his ways. You repeat. What were his ways?

Unaware that he’d single-handedly ruined your night, Tyler continues talking to his friends. One of which was Kyle, someone trained to pay attention to those around him, so he notices your switch in demeanor but truthfully has no idea why.

To be completely honest, you didn’t know why either. He was a good man, one you trust with your life (literally), so why do you care about who he was? You didn’t know if this was riding a thin line of slut-shaming, but you were so curious that being lost in your train of thought negated the feeling of his hand resting on your bouncing knee.

“What’s the matter?” He tucks a strand of your hair back gingerly. “Let me fix it.”

Even if he didn’t know what it was, he always said those four words. “Let me fix it.” If it was things he couldn’t fix, he’d sure as hell try.

Your eyes dart to his soft ones. He gazes at you like you’re the only person in the room; the only girl in world. “It’s nothing.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it now, I’m askin’ again later. Would you prefer me do that?”

You consider his negotiation, running the scenario of later through your head, then nod quietly. He nods back but it’s evident he isn’t completely enjoying himself the rest of the night. How can he when you aren’t?

Half-assed responses and deep sighs fall from his lips, the irritation growing despite the previous longing to hear from his old friends. He began to grow overstimulated from that point on, but not wanting to ruin the mood, he kept his mouth shut.

. .

The second you slipped through the door, fast food in hand (from his efforts to lighten your mood), the tension transferred from the majorly silent car ride to your home. Your breaths were shallow as if the thoughts circulating overwhelmed you.

Nothing matters beforehand. Your relationship was still fresh, there wasn’t even enough time for him to have a “military girlfriend”. But could that mean you’re next? You trust him, just not your judgement.

“What’s wrong, beautiful? Ya barely ate.”

He closes the door behind you, treading carefully around your emotions as to not hurt you more. As much as you wanted to curl up in a ball, unfortunately, there’s nothing to fault him for in this situation, so you can’t do anything but talk about it. The guilt eats away at your love for him as you gather the words you call shameful.

“If you had to guess, how many people did you date before me?”

His eyes widen in surprise, then fade away as he searches his brain for memories.

The deliberation of the question should let you know the status of what he did. They could have been one night stands— and the thought makes you cringe— but nothing would evoke the most culpability than it being various, genuine relationships.

“Three,” he states. There was no extra talk, even though you’re sure he had pieced together why you were asking.

“How many different people have you been intimate with? Including me?”

“Uhh…”

Answering wasn’t the problem. It’s just that if it made you this upset and you hadn’t even known the answer yet, hearing the actual reply would absolutely crush you.

He chose against saying it, just releasing a deep sigh, which is basically the same thing. It told you all you needed to know.

“Hey, look,” he begins walking toward you and his logic is warred with his heart when you don’t step away, but just stand there sadly. There was nothing to be afraid of, and you weren’t scared of him anyway. “I know this feels cliché, but you’re the one I want. Ty wasn’t lyin’ when he said I’ve settled down.”

Both of his hands gently find yours as if he were attempting to telepathically transport his sincerity to you. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

And he shows it, most certainly— the kiss he sweetly places to your temple nothing but evidence— yet all you can think about were your previous thoughts. What if you’re next?

“So what’s the answer?” Your focus remains to the hardwood floor, attempting to look for invisible specs of dust to avoid the tears threatening to swell in your eyes.

It shocks him because he didn’t think you’d speak, concluding you were too upset. One of his hands removes yours and drags it over his face. “Fuck, baby— I don’t even have count.”

He was right, it did upset you more, but there wasn’t anything you could blame him for. And living in uncertainty within a relationship that he promises he’s dedicated to sounds like hell. He hasn’t done anything to prove you shouldn’t, so your best option, quite literally, is to trust him. “Okay.”

“Look at me, love.” He slowly raises your chin by a few fingers, only to feel a painful throb behind his ribs at the sight. “I was young, and stupid, and wanted the wrong things from the people around me. I joined the military because of it, and thank God I did. I found the right values of life.”

There was a wetness to your cheek that he wiped away with his thumb, but you wouldn’t be able to tell why it was there. Overwhelming affection or sadness?

“In fact, there isn’t anything I can thank more than the world for the time we met. Now, I can cherish you in a way I wouldn’t have been able to before.”

You listen closely to the words, just thinking of how okay you’ll be. He was a good man, and if you unintentionally painted him out to be anything otherwise, it would show. But until then, you two would be fine (assuming he wasn’t still a man-whore, of course).

©️ hxltic

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swifty-fox · 25 days

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After reading all the sexy clegan asks, I would pay some good money to watch their OF 😵‍💫. I feel like this is a more polite way of saying I want to be the fly on the while while gale gets twisted into a pretzal. Or while John gets bent over the dinner table. Swifty, my dude (slides a case full of money across a table), how do you feel about an AU where two beautiful entrepreneurs take agency of their body's and their sexualities and make some good, honest money... together 😉. (I feel like I'm turning into Barry in Saltburn. I would drink the bathwater. SEND HELP. I need psychiatric care now!)

John Gamer Girl Bathwater lmao.

but!! your mind anon lmao. I got to spend a fun night with a couple aussie SW's a few years ago after a cancelled festival (not in THAT way. had a mutual acquaintance and offered to hang out with them since we all suddenly had no plans) and It was fun picking their brains about their lives. They were both primarily dancers.

John starts an only fans after graduating college with a degree in sports management. It's not that he CAN'T get a job but he's suddenly like 'fuck just because i like sports do i really wanna make this my career???' kinda lounges around a bit until the bills poke him on the shoulder. He's like hmmmmm wow if i go into the service industry i'll kill someone. I'm hot I got abs and a mustache and I'm six three I can probably do this. Starts off with a lotta POV handjobs and general thirst traps. He doe's great, its John Egan so he's just got that natural charisma and his voice is deep and shoulders broad and he's real good at dirty talking so he does custom audios for a price. Gets into the collab world on twitter and kinda shoots up in fame real quick. More of a top, bi asf like all my au's so he's kinda going across the board. He's pretty open about what his job is and the people who have a problem with it he kindly tells to fuck off

Gale starts one to put himself through his masters degree then finds out it kinda just.... makes a lot more money with a much looser schedule LOL.

He takes a long while to get good at it. He's hot as hell and has all the creepy dom top accounts all over him but he's shy and takes him a long time to figure out how to sell his content properly. He can't quite get into the cock hungry bottom bitch slut role that people wanna shove him into and it hurts him a bit. But he does manage to get a decently sized following pretty quick. King of the moaning clips, great fuckin one-on-one vidoes of him riding a toy.

John stumbles across Gale as everyone does: scrolling the porn tag on twitter looking for a lil somethin somethin. Those pretty lips wet and flushed as if they've been thoroughly used and those soulful eyes looking up at the camera as Gale hangs his head off the edge of a bed ready to be a perfect sleeve for his dick.

He wrings one out real fuckin quick, drops him a follow and a DM in that order introducing himself and asking if he's ever done a collab.

of course Gale already follows John. He thinks he's handsome but hes got no interest mixing business and pleasure (lmao just wait pookie). He's also never done a collab, never fucked another person on camera. But. but.

John is handsome.

And he knows the guy is legit and safe, has seen him ALL OVER (certified bicycle John Egan always) and knows he's had good reviews.

Gale's had many DM's asking for collabs. This is the first he accepts.

How can he not when John is in there saying "Hey man great content. Would to love maybe have you fuck me" as casual as can be.

Gale's never thought to FUCK someone on camera. Sure he likes both but like I said people want a certain image from. So that in of itself is appealing.

He agrees wholeheartedly

He puts John on his knees on a mattress and pulls his hair until his eyes water, presses him down with a hand between his shoulderblades for that perfect fuckin arch and and spanks him until John is jumping away from even a brush of his hands and whimpering, camera angled to get the perfect shot of his tear stained cheeks.

"Come on darlin," gale croons in that drawl "The people wanna see you break for them, give it all to me."

He fucks John, ass still stinging so he flinches every time Gale bottoms out but damn does he love it and damn does it make for good content.

John comes out of that session already in love.

and of course collabs usually film a bunch of content. gotta capitalize.

So after some rest and recuperation John does exactly what he's fantasized about and lays Gale over the edge of his bed and fucks his throat. Loud and wet and noisy. Spit and pre-come and tears dripping down Gales face into his hair; onto the floor. John takes a little break to rub it all over his face and tell him he makes such a good pocket pussy. Gale's gunna come just from this if Johns not careful. He doesn't have to worry though because once John goes back down his throat he reaches over and gives Gale a nice handy.

Spins him around and fucks him while he's too sensitive and screaming, half cringing away from it but also grinding back because fuck is does John know how to fuck.

John gripping gales hips in his big hands and telling him "Now you're not running away from me yet sweetheart haven't rode you raw yet"

They fuck a lot more. a LOT more. For the content of course. And then theyre like hey maybe we should move in together as colleagues and friends. Except??? maybe?? they start fucking off camera. And maybe they cuddle on the couch. and hold hands. and kiss and go on dates. And maybe they get married?? As colleagues of course.....or not

#swiftytalks #lore drop alert #buck x bucky #mota #i gotta go to the gym in a bit so send your Q's now!#OF AU #i really wrote this all out at 7 am i aint even had my oatmeal yet #if you wanna ask me about smut i AM going to be nasty

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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Hiiii! Hope your having a great day or night :D

So I was wondering if you could write the rottmnt boys with a gn!s/o who does that really dramatic faint. You know the one where they put there hand to their forehead and fall backwards. Its all in good fun ofc their not actually fainting

Ignore if you want this came to me at 2 am lol

Hello lovely anon! This was such a fun request to write, and I hope that you enjoy it!! I adore doing stuff like the dramatic faint lmao, so this might've come from personal indulgence as well :>

|| ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄꜱ || ʀᴏᴛᴛᴍɴᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Woah!” You cry out, narrowly avoiding Leo crashing into you on his skateboard. Leo skids to a stop, and you narrow your eyes at him. He rubs the back of his neck, sending you a sheepish smile.

“My bad,” He chuckles.

“Dude, you could’ve killed me!” You gesture to him, flabbergasted at the audacity.

“C’mon, I said sorry!” He protests, and you roll your eyes, hiding a smirk when you realize the only way your words would get through to him.

Drama.

“The thing is, I don’t think I feel very well now. I think I’m in – in shock!” You feign a swoon, your right hand over your heart while your left-hand presses against your forehead. You begin to fall backwards, unable to hide your grin, when you hear his skateboard clatter to the ground, landing safely in his arms.

You open your eyes to see concerned blue staring down at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, the tails of his bandanna ticking your nose. You scrunch your nose, unable to hold back the amused giggle that spills past your lips. His shoulders sag in relief, rolling his eyes playfully when he realizes your theatrics.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Oh, great Galileo!” You swoon in your seat, the back of your hand resting on your forehead as you imitate the scientist’s usual dramatics. It’s all in good fun, and you spot the slight twitch of his lips that suggest the ghost of a smile.

“Please, I’d do so much better than that,” Donnie remarks, fingers tapping away on his controller as his eyes remain trained on the screen. He’s busy trying to beat his high score, a feat he achieved a mere couple of days ago.

You frown at his lack of attention, slumping back in your seat with a bored groan. You stare at the ceiling, an idea taking shape in your mind. You smile slyly, casually making your way over until you’re beside his screen.

“Oh, My Science! I suddenly seem to have lost all feeling in my legs!” You cry out sarcastically, pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and falling with your back to the hard floor. Donnie’s alarmed by the sudden interruption, barely able to register what you’ve just done as he automatically tries to catch you.

“Woah!” He yelps, eyes wide as his arms reach out. You land safely in them, giggling at the sudden impact. He groans, your limbs a tangled mess as he tries to sort them out. You glance up, humour dancing in your eyes with a playful yet teasing smirk.

“Looks like that finally got your attention.”

“Here, babe, I got you some of those cookies you like!” Raph enters the room with a bag of treats, wincing when he sees your curled-up state on his bed. “Those cramps still hittin’ hard?”

Your soft groan is all it takes for him to drop everything to get on the bed next to where you’ve buried your head in the pillow. He tenderly wraps his arms around you, helping you sit upright in his lap.

“Thank you, love.” You murmur, half groggy from having woken up from a nap just before your boyfriend entered the room. You spot the bag on the floor, looking at him curiously.

“Oh, it’s not much, just some stuff I thought would help you recover.” He picks up the bag, turns it upside down and lets all the sweet treats he’s managed to gather scatter onto the bed carelessly.

“I also got some ice cream.”

Your eyes light up at that, your heart warming at the fact that he had bothered to think about you in your pained state.

“You’re such a gentleman,” You jokingly swoon, almost sliding off his lap as you fall backwards in a dramatic faint. He drops the empty bag, catching you with worried eyes and a gentle hold.

“Babe, don’t do that!” He chides, shaking his head with a sigh. “Sometimes you’re even worse than Leo when it comes to theatrics.”

You giggle, leaning up to press a chaste kiss against his cheek, watching the green skin slowly turn into a shade of red that matches his mask.

“That’s why you love me, sweetums.”

You stare down at the bowl in front of you, eyeing it hungrily. Michelangelo watches you with eager eyes from the stove, waiting for you to take a bite of the stew. You gingerly pick up your spoon, scooping some of the hot stew and blowing on it to cool it down.

You bite down, eyes widening in surprise. It’s sweet, sour, and spicy. All your favourites in one. However, Mikey takes your raised brows as bad news, practically wilting beside you.

“It’s not good, is it. I knew I should’ve used more chicken….” He mumbles, arms hanging limply at his sides. You shake your head frantically, reaching out and catching hold of his arm before he walks away completely.

“No love, it’s delicious! I really, really like it!”

“I dunno. Maybe I should just drop out of the competition.”

"Are you kidding me, babe? This is genuinely the best thing I've ever had! Maybe even better than your brownies." You protest, taking another bite and humming in delight, deciding there was no other way to get through to him besides theatrics.

You swoon, spoon clattering on the counter as you fall backwards off the chair. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, moving to grab ahold of you before your back meets the hard floor.

You open your eyes, chuckling when you see Mikey’s relieved expression. The both of you are on the floor, Mikey’s arms wrapped protectively around you. You press a kiss against his jaw as he helps you up, and he perks up a little at the intimate touch.

“Babe, just try it.” You scoop some of the stew onto your spoon, holding it out to him. He hesitates, but your pleading eyes make him cave in with a reluctant sigh. He takes a bite from the spoon, chewing slowly as he hums thoughtfully. “Hey, this is actually pretty good!” He says, surprised by his own cooking. You giggle, nudging his side with a smirk.

“I told you so.”

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt asks #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #michelangelo x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n

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kingprinceleo · 1 year

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gonna drop a silly little happy auau idea i had since its prob gonna be a while until i feel pog enough to actually draw it- ujhhhhh ok so like, metal is an active threat in Happy Auau, swearing vengeance on Sonic and Co (Shadow, Silver, Tails, and ghost Knuckles) after they whooped his ass back to mobius (he has completely dominated the Sol until they arrived, also omg hi blaze!!) So obv Metal is a lil pissy about having all his work ripped out from under him by his horrible flesh counterpart, after he HAD ALREADY WON. So hes trying to fucking kill the shit out of them, for real this time. Hes causing so much terror that sonics the one to put forward the notion that they need to shut him down for good, which is how u know its serious sdbhfhjds. its been a long time since sonics had a real rival challenge him like metal, and part of him wants to keep the adrenaline and fight- but as a wise(r) old man he knows that metal is too much of a greater danger to a kingdom hes trying to protect. Metals also REALLY been getting on his fucking nerves. lmao the gang are collectively trying to come up with a way to shut him down for good, a way theyre positive they cant come back from, but mfer keeps escaping containment, so thats a whole other problem anyway, shadow has (in his opinion) a brilliant idea and he doesnt tell anyone BSHFHBD. so he takes the 7 chaos emeralds and inbeds them into sonics crown, and puts it on him in the middle of the night hes trying to mind control sonic BHJSABHJDSBHJDHBJ and it works!!! next morning sonics head is fucking EMPTY

so shadow, in typical fashion decides to see how far he can take this! bc he is a strange strange man. i think it turns into real comedic shit like shadow has him put on like. the MOST emo thing hes got in his closet. makes him say no to being offered a chili dog, makes him tell tails hes Cringe!!!! the funniest one to me is shadow using this to make sonic fawn over him bc shadow can never get enough ego boosting!! i wanna have sonic break the mind control over the actual DUMBEST reason, smth rlly goofy like shadow tells him to call him "the coolest" either way after it breaks uhhh shadow gets fucking werehog punched thru a wall!!!! sonics fucking SEETHING. like steam is coming outta the mans ears. shadow is COMPLETELY unfazed and ive been rotating dialogue in my brain along the lines of 'took you long enough' or 'its about time' they start an actual fight (its mostly just shadow gracefully and nonchalantly dodging whatever attacks sonic sends his way) and sonic is chewing him out for Whatever The Fuck that was. Shadow casually explains that sonic is the only person he knows with as strong a passion for freedom as him, making him the most resistant to any kind of control, he would put up the strongest fight against it like no other, and if it works on sonic, then its likely to forcefully work on Metal if the need arises. sonic begrudgingly accepts the reasoning but keeps fighting with shadow anyway to work the anger off sdbfhsbhdfhs bc hes still pretty livid about the whole thing anyway heehoo silly stuff spinning in my brain in mach 10 speed

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #happy auau

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soleilnomoon · 9 months

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Sooo.... there's no way I could ever resist submitting a request in one of your events. +_+ Been hurrying to get up from bed for this, I hope I'll still catch a slot :D so excited you're doing this!!!!

Can I please have some mangos and strawberries, with a Mai Tai (Ace)? <3 I'd love to listen to any combination of the songs #3, #9, #39, #43 (sorry, but this SCREAMS of Ace; also any variant of it, like talking to a 3rd person about it), #38 (couldn't resist the combination). OMG. It's soooo hard to choose....! There's so many combi-ideas! +_+ I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for doing this event! :D

omg hiiii 🥰️ that pic is killing me 😭😭 lmaooo *shakes u* so i rewrote this like 10x i think, but it’s finally done and i am v excited for you to read it. also i’m so happy you requested, you always pick good prompts lmao anyway, ty for being patient 😊 as u know i’m slow as hell when it comes to writing — also the fluff almost killed me!!!! 💗

3.5k words (pls pls i know i know!!!! it's not my fault, i blame ace), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it's there i promise, somewhere) & smut (and angst that u didn't ask for <3); modern au! feat. ace being a menace as usual, reader in denial (serious serious denial) of her feelings, reader's a lil shyyy ok, public sex, (slight) public exhibition, public sex, choking, rough sex, hand job, oral (m receiving), ace being shirtless is a warning, childhood frenz 2 lovers (who am i), mutual pining, reader is foolish & needs to be honest, ace needs to calm down but he never will. idk! probably more stuff idr yk the vibes. (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes, no u didn't bb 💕)

a warm breeze wraps itself around your arms and legs, languid and loving — a heavy embrace that unjustly suffocates, with a light sheen of sweat that belatedly appears on your forehead. your denim shorts ride up higher on your thighs the more you move around; for some reason, you just can’t seem to get comfortable. loud music wafts from your parents’ house through the open sliding doors, the beats catchy and mesmerizing, lulling you into a much more relaxed state as you continue to lounge on the hammock in the backyard. another breeze glides along your skin, making you roll over onto your back, the rope from the hammock rough but comforting.

to keep yourself from spiraling, you close your eyes and soak up as much of the sun as possible. your lips are a little red and sticky from the popsicle you ate just a few minutes ago; it helped to cool you down for a bit, but the heat is relentless and oppressive.

after graduating from college, you left home and traveled for a few years; you’ve always had that itch, a desire to roam about freely without having anything — or anyone — tying you down. it’s why you left so quickly; it’s why you didn’t say goodbye properly; and it’s why you’ve been on edge all afternoon.

you groan loudly before covering your face with your hands.

“this is so stupid.” your words are muffled and strained, your frustration rising along with the temperature outside. it’s simple — all you have to do is casually strike up conversation with him and act like nothing’s changed.

so easy, right?

you desperately want it to be, but the universe has a penchant for bad jokes and the punch line is currently on its way to disrupt your life.

“he probably won’t even come by anyway,” you continue to mumble before dropping your hands. a frown climbs onto your lips afterwards. the idea that your parents might actually be wrong, that he isn’t going to come by like he promised he would, is all too much for you to deal with.

and suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe; the air grows thick enough to choke on, an obnoxious thudding growing louder and louder in your ears—

but before you can succumb to your unfortunate demise, someone pinches your nose, disrupting the chaotic flow of thoughts pummeling into you one right after the other. squirming around, you stare, wide-eyed, at the last person you thought you’d see today.

despite pressing his lips together, it does nothing to stop him from laughing at you — not maliciously, but he really can’t help it. your look of genuine shock and confusion is cute. really, really cute. adorable, even. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s been waiting for a moment like this to pop up so you both can finally have that one conversation you keep running away from.

you are wholly unprepared to see ace this soon; words rush from the pit of your stomach up to your mouth, ready to fling ace’s way without restraint. but, as always, you hold back. you’ve gotten quite good at biting your tongue, at stamping out certain emotions; it’s better, easier that way.

no one gets hurt, right?

right.

with a sly smile, ace slides his sunglasses away from his face, upwards onto his hair; you were in such a daze that you barely heard him walk over. which worked out fine for ace, because he could look at you freely without you hiding from him like you usually do — a thing he hopes you’ve grown out of in the time you’ve spent apart.

if you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you’re definitely gasping for air now. lips parted, you inhale deeply as a completely different kind of heat surges through you faster than you’d like. he pauses for a moment before gently swiping his thumb along your plush bottom lip.

an insidious thudding echoes loudly around your ears, and you realize, in fear, that it’s the sound of your heart — beating erratically at his proximity and touch. talking feels impossible, so you remain silent and stare at him in disbelief.

it feels like an eternity passes before ace smiles again, your eyes track the way his lips slowly curve upward, bringing about that familiar dimple in his right cheek. something possesses you to reach up to touch his cheek, the tips of your fingers barely grazing his skin when you realize what you’re doing. you snatch your hand back quickly, a light-headedness descending upon you right after.

on impulse, ace leans down until his lips ghost over yours, the familiarity of the gesture triggering a memory so strong that goosebumps unceremoniously prickle your skin without remorse. you remember exactly how skillful his mouth is; you remember how your limbs were tangled with his; and you remember how you almost blurted out a hidden truth that you refused to admit to. he’d gone still, nearly statuesque as an unreadable look morphed onto his face; fear of rejection had you scrambling away from his embrace, nearly out of breath as you darted out of his bedroom without looking back.

remorse finds its way to you again, but your thoughts are too scattered to properly feel it. if you don’t figure something out soon, you’ll give in to him all over again — and you simply can’t do that.

however, ace has a way of diverting your plans with his whims and spontaneity.

“hey, pretty,” he says, voice low and husky, with a hint of that mischievous and boyish charm he’s well-known for; his hand on your hip is practically scalding, his thumb coasting dangerously on your soft stomach, but you don’t push him away. a soft whimper dares to slip out of your mouth when his grip tightens and you’re so sure that he’s going to kiss you — but he doesn’t.

ace straightens up and sticks his hands into his pockets, all innocent-like, completely disregarding the fact that he’s the reason why your heart is beating loud enough to rattle your bones. his cologne lingers — a rich and heavy, spiced scent with hints of blackberry — and you get drunk from it, mind a little hazy. you’re in too much shock to feel any sort of shame, and if he wasn’t so intent on teasing you for a bit longer, he would’ve already succumbed to the temptation of kissing you.

he really just meant to say hi, but you were being cute while talking out loud to yourself, your voice traveling further than you probably wanted; it was the sight of your exposed legs — curvy and soft, skin glistening almost flawlessly under the sun — that really fueled his audacity. since you’re prone to running, he did the only thing that made sense: invade your personal space. it’s the only way to keep you still long enough to talk.

or, so he thought.

“w-what are you doing here?” you ask in a panic, moving around on the hammock, eyes widening again as you shamelessly stare at his chest. he still has that peculiar habit of walking around shirtless, which is your justification for why you keep looking at him like that — his abs look more defined than before, but you refrain from touching him again.

ace completely ignores your question and instead says, “you’re hot.” he tilts his head a bit, that sly grin finding its way onto his lips again when you stumble over your words.

“i—what?”

you sit up and climb off the hammock with clumsy and hurried movements. thankfully he has the decency to not laugh this time, but that pesky dimple resurfaces, and you have to ball your hands into fists and sink your nails into your palms to keep yourself from saying something unnecessary and embarrassing.

“why are you—” you cut yourself off, take a deep breath, and try again, “i don’t understand.”

is he joking? he has to be, there’s no way he’s forgiven you for leaving him like that; and even though he called you pretty earlier, you’re sure that’s just his way of wanting to rile you up for his own amusement.

and while you’re not entirely wrong about that, he was being serious.

he lifts his chin and motions to your chest; sweat glides down your neck and sneaks in between your cleavage. you realize, then, that he meant that you literally looked hot. pressing your lips together firmly, you decide against speaking and opt to march past him instead. you don’t get far, if anything ace only allows you to move a few feet away before wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you back.

your mouth dries and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let up.

“you’re hurting my feelings, y’know,” he says quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. you bite your lower lip before rolling it in between your teeth, contemplating his words. you know you’re being ridiculous, and you know you owe him an explanation — your cowardice nearly wins out, but you settle down and sigh softly.

“you’re right, i’m sorry.” for so many things, but you keep that bit to yourself.

ace only laughs again at your austere demeanor. “just kidding, i just want to be selfish right now.” something about that sets your skin on fire, although it probably doesn’t help that ace places a kiss on the side of your neck before you can respond to him properly.

suddenly, all that fight that you had — that determination to avoid him completely — leaves your body. on a sharp inhale you turn around and look up at him curiously, to see if he’s actually being serious or not; ace stares at you intently, adoration saturated in lust clouding his vision. he holds onto the back of your neck and kisses you, his tongue playfully licking your bottom lip, grinning at how sweet you taste.

you shiver and open your mouth for him as he kisses you again, slow and sensuous, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity. his hand travels down your back, its descent searing and playful; you kiss him back with fervor and enthusiasm, lips moving against his as if this is a common occurrence for you two.

his tongue swirls around yours and when his large hand moves lower to grab your ass, you nearly lose your mind. there’s an intense, unavoidable ache in between your thighs as you cling onto him desperately, whimpering softly against his lips. he told himself he’d take it slow, but the way you’re reacting to him only confirms what he’s always known: you want him just as much as he wants you.

it’s in between heated tongue kisses that ace suggests a change in location. dazed and slightly confused, you feel yourself nodding as he tugs you along with him, anticipation making you stumble over your sandaled feet. he has half a mind to just carry you back inside, but you eventually keep up with his long strides. you hide behind ace when your parents step outside, boisterously chatting with a few of their guests as they sit at the table on the deck underneath the large awning. you’re glad they barely take notice of you — they’re halfway drunk already — and ace laughs at your demure behavior, prompting you to pinch his arm playfully and shushing him. it’s your feeble attempt at sneaking by without anyone interrogating you.

when you successfully make it back into your house, you let out a sigh, embracing the cool air.

“that was close,” you say out loud and at ace’s puzzled expression, you motion to your parents outside, “they almost saw us.”

he blinks slowly and lifts a brow. “so?” ace has never been one to hide like that, so he’s unsure why you want to.

“what do you mean ‘so’?” your face burns as soon as the words leave your mouth; you’re not sure why you’re feeling bashful, but it becomes harder and harder to look at ace. maybe it’s because you’re so aroused that you’d let him fuck you in the kitchen without complaint, or maybe it’s because you can’t come to terms with your feelings for him.

or, maybe it’s a combination of both.

either way, ace doesn’t know why you care.

sighing loudly he walks out of the kitchen, fully expecting you to follow — and you do. you’re unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing; actually, you know you’ve said the wrong thing, but before you can apologize, ace pushes you against the wall, hands placed on either side of your head as he cages you in.

“who cares if anyone sees?”

he’s right, you know that; it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. but when he presses places a kiss on your neck, you melt — heart beating faster than necessary, making you dizzy with want. you place your hands on his chest, his muscles firm under your soft touch; ace inhales sharply when you bring your hands lower, his cock stiff and heavy in his shorts, an irritating reminder that his self-restraint is dissipating quickly.

later on, when you reflect on this moment, you’ll chastise yourself about how impulsive you both were — fucking in your hallway while your parents entertain guests not even forty feet away — but for now, you just want to indulge in the fantasy and not think about anything.

ace grabs your wrist clumsily, suddenly remembering himself while halting your movements. you blink at him, confused and anxious; maybe he changed his mind about everything? maybe this was payback for the last time you were together — and, if you’re honest, you can’t exactly blame him. swallowing hard, you relax your face and opt for a more neutral expression.

normally much more forthcoming with his wants and desires, ace hesitates, momentarily, dark brows furrowed as a frown settles onto his lips.

“maybe we shouldn’t…,” he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply, your perfume immobilizing him temporarily before he speaks again. “you deserve better than me.”

you sit with his words for a moment but it’s not long before your hands work at tugging his shorts and underwear down. he looks at you, light brown cheeks flushed slightly when he notices the way you’re staring. you knew he was big, but goodness — still, you don’t let that deter you, and wrap a hand around his cock and slowly stroke it. ace lets out a quiet groan and it encourages you to move your hand faster.

with a soft peck on his lips, you say, “that’s not for you to decide.” which is all you’ll say on the matter. your feelings for him were too big for you to handle before, but now — now that you’ve been forced to confront your own damn self, a belated sense of clarity falls over you. it was never easy to convey your feelings into words when it came to him, but you’re very sure that he’ll understand you now.

ace’s hips jut forward when your grip around his cock tightens; he lets out a low hiss, doing his best not to be too loud since you’re so adamant about not getting caught. pre-cum spills from his slit, down onto your hand; a fascinating sight that has you sinking to your knees without much thought and replacing your hand with your mouth.

at that he moans much louder than he means to, but once your plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, he stops caring.

“fuck,” he breathes, leaning against the wall for support as you flick your tongue against his slit — a dangerous move, but one that you make with the full confidence that ace would, in turn, fuck you like you’ve always wanted him to.

you run your tongue down his length with gusto, as if his cock was an addictive summer treat. and, maybe it is, because you open your mouth and bob up and down his length. you use your hands for what you can’t fit in your mouth, moaning around him as you press your thighs together. your mouth is sinfully warm and wet — forbidden, almost; he grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you steady as he thrusts his hips forward.

holding onto his thighs, you slacken your jaw and keep your tongue flat, arousal building as he fucks your mouth. he knows he should be gentle, but he’s reached his limit and you’re being so compliant — he can’t really help himself. not that you mind, your panties are already damp from your slick arousal; his movements are rushed and purposeful, but you enjoy the way he’s seemingly lost control of himself.

you gag around him, breathe deeply through your nose, and ignore the tears that spill down your round cheeks. ace moans your name and your heart expands pitifully in your chest, warmth traveling all along your body. he knows he’ll never last if he keeps this up, so he pulls out of you without warning. you nearly fall over but you hold onto him, looking up at him curiously, long lashes tantalizing and mesmerizing as your tears start to dry.

he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you again with a hand wrapped around your throat; he gives it a teasing squeeze and you moan against his lips. it doesn’t take long before you unbutton your shorts and pull them down with your panties — your thighs trembling with each passing second. you wrap your legs around him possessively when he picks you up; the kisses grow more urgent and sloppier, your heart threatening to kill you mercilessly with how hard its beating.

this must be what dying feels like, you tell yourself, although when he rubs the tip of his cock in between your slick folds, you buck your hips forward and beg him to stop teasing you.

since he’s not that cruel, ace lines the head of his cock with your entrance and inches forward; sucking in a bit of air, you hold onto him tightly, and when you relax, ace thrusts into you. the moan you let out is absolutely indecent, your pussy a lewd, greedy thing that swallows his cock without much issue. with long strokes, ace knocks his hips against yours, a strangled cry slipping out of you unexpectedly. ace kisses you again and again — an attempt to keep you quiet — but soon, his strokes get shorter and frenzied as he fucks you harder, almost like he wants to incapacitate you with an orgasm.

you wouldn’t mind going out like that, especially when ace is fucking you like that, balls slapping against your ass loudly, mouth hungrily searching for his while you harshly drag your nails down the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind as the pain is minimal, and he likes the idea of you marking him the way he’s marked you.

it becomes increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but you’ve long forgotten why you needed to keep quiet in the first place. your saving grace is that your parents and their friends are more intoxicated than you originally thought and are in their own world as they laugh and dance outside. somewhere down the line, you lost your common sense — you suppose it happened when ace came to find you earlier — and because of that, you let go. your cunt squeezes around him tightly, your arousal coating the length of him; ace angles his hips and his cock reaches a spot that’s deep enough to make you babble at him incoherently.

he laughs and drops a playful kiss on your lips, his hands gripping your ass as he powers into you. a flash of white robs you of your vision, a liquid heat swirling around your lower abdomen as you cum hard with his name in your mouth. hips rolling forward, he bites your neck recklessly and your orgasm intensifies.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. yes!” you chant without restraint, throat hoarse, voice raw. he breathes unevenly, thrusting feverishly into your puffy pussy, his own orgasm finding him shortly after.

ace groans as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat, your whines saccharine and enticing; there are so many things he wants (and needs) to say, but he pushes that aside, deciding to enjoy this moment with you instead. you pant lightly and hold onto him, heartbeat slowing until it matches his. you should probably hurry up and get dressed, since there’s no telling when someone will come through that hallway, but you can’t be bothered right now. you’re much more interested in the way ace kisses you again, leaving you breathless and terribly in love.

if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d know that he feels the same way and has felt that way for a long, long time — and sometimes he feels like he loves you a little too much. still, you feel much lighter now, sighing softly as you arch against him; the intimacy of it, surprisingly, doesn’t scare you, and now you wonder if maybe you were thinking too much about everything before. it seems that your problem has always had a simple solution, but you’re just glad that ace pushed you to figure it out. it isn’t something you’d normally do, but for ace you have a tendency to think and act impulsively without warning; he likes that side of you, and hopes that you’ll keep acting like that in the future.

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birchbow · 3 months

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I love pitch relationships, and I love the way you write them, but I gotta say they kinda escape my understanding sometimes. For example, there was good chance that Kurloz would have killed eridan, and tho eridan namedropped Karkat and kinda put it out there that they hang out, he didn’t explicitly say how close they are. Wouldn’t something like killing your spade’s good friend ruin even a pitch relationship and flip it platonic? Gamzee was only concerned about Karkat being sad about eridan dying, not that kurloz wouldve been the reason he was dead (tho maybe this has more to do with gamzee not questioning kurloz’ authority and also not liking eridan lmao). Or does alternian might makes right culture plus kurloz’ status muddle things up like that? I guess the untoxxic and the inquirer are together despite the lusus murder, but I figured the fact that Ianche didn’t kill Veneno’s lusus himself helps prevent platonic feelings of hatred creep in?? Ultimately, even if I may not always grasp where the boundaries are in these relationships, I find the interactions and emotions super intriguing! Patiently looking forward to the next update.

It sounds like this is kind of a what-if question, so if I'm rambling about the wrong things you'll have to let me know--but tbh in any relationship (romantic, sexual, or otherwise) they're going to involve a lot of weighing your own needs and wants against another person's, balancing how you have differing priorities from each other, deciding what might be a fun joke or fun date or fun kink to try, and whether you might guess wrong and sour things between you... In troll society, that does definitely include just like, murder lol.

So like, if Kurloz had shrugged that name-drop off and killed Eridan, especially if that fact was presented casually or callously to Karkat, he would certainly have been furious! I don't think he would have tried to actually attack or kill Kurloz, especially once the initial anger wore off, because he has two other quadrants that are tightly bound up with the guy and also he knows he's not going to win a one-on-one fight with Murder Pope, but he'd be deeply pissed.

Societally, Kurloz is fully inside the rules to kill almost anybody he wants, and Eridan's not vital in the court yet so even his status doesn't really protect him--but the checks and balances of "I don't care about this person but they have a lot of allies who seem like they'd try to get back at me"/"I do care about THIS troll's opinion of me, though, and I'd rather not piss them off" seem like a pretty crucial part of Alternian culture. See: the paralyzing->haunting->murder->maiming->blinding situation in canon hahaaa.

Anyway, in the same way that sometimes it's hard to pinpoint a single thing that could turn a human relationship from "we're (relationship)" to "we're done"--and in the same way that's usually the culmination of lots of smaller things, rather than a one-way and irreversible switch--I don't think there's going to be a hard rule for this stuff for kismeses either! Just lots of people guessing whether or not they've fucked up and trying to stumble their way through.

#tl;dr sorry the confusion comes in-built when you get a relationship I think #ask time!#price of forgiveness #time for birch to meander lmao.

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cherievol6 · 2 years

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not waiting around - pt I

PART II

heyyyy so i just found this in my drafts from a while ago and stuck on an ending - i hope you like it! i was kind of in a bad mood so writing an angsty piece was a good vessel for me lmao. enjoy :)

harry can’t make up his mind and you won’t be second best

warnings: swearing, harry being arrogant, angsty angstiness

word count: around 2.5k

“How are you not currently ripping his bollocks off?”

“I agree, I’d be knocking his fucking block off right now.”

You mostly tuned out of the incessant ranting of your friends that you didn’t wish to partake in, it’s becoming white noise at this point.

“Babe, aren’t you gonna say something?” Your sister clicks obnoxiously in your face, snapping you out of the fixation your eyes had on the black scrunchie on your bedside table. It sat exactly in the place it was left by the user merely a week ago.

“Need to take my hair down…know how much you love pulling it.” He smirks, gently removing the black scrunchie from his seemingly untameable hair. You swat his arm at the crude remark, covering your face with your hands as he clambers to you on the bed, prying your defensive position down to meet your eyes.

“You’re awful.” You mumble jokingly, his smile immediately erasing any previous embarrassment.

“Kidding…kind of.” He mumbles and you giggle at him, confirming his remark by sliding your hands through his curls, sighing as though they were meant to be there. His eyes closed as he revelled in the feeling, lurching forward to kiss you feverishly.

The scrunchie in his fingers was blindly placed on the table beside your bed, him laughing as his arm flailed around to make sure he didn’t miss and drop it down the side of your bed – he knew you’d kill him.

“Can I borrow it again later for our face masks?” His voice is muffled now as he buries his head in your neck, your heart stutters slightly as you try and repress the feelings crawling up your throat and begging to be voiced.

“Of course, it’s yours now.”

The face masks were rain checked later that night. Maybe even crossed out completely, there was no way you two would ever be that intimate again.

“You literally poured your heart out to this man for him to fuck off and ghost your text messages. He needs to be put in his place.” You cringe heavily at her summation of your embarrassing drunken confessions you’d made the night Harry was at your house. You and Harry agreed to keep things casual, only ever meeting as and when you both needed some kind of distraction. It worked for you both, smooth sailing for the first couple of months. The lines began to blur soon enough, and you’d fallen into the deep end with him.

“Friends with benefits almost never ends well.” Your best friend says in a motherly voice, though you’re glad it’s not actually your mother…she’d be broadcasting your business all over Facebook the minute she heard the news. Something back handed about not being ‘good enough’ for the nation’s heartthrob.

You know your friend is right, friends with benefits always ending up with someone getting hurt. You knew first hand at this point, your unrequited feelings being the sole reason for the ending to your agreement with Harry. You blame the wine, the substance making you talk for England. You’re not quite sure you’ve ever been so drunk around him before, then to top it off, you accidentally tell him that you “wish he wanted you for more than just a shag in the sheets”. His reaction, from what you can remember, was a curt yet unamused laugh, and a swift exit with a very icy demeanour which you could still feel the stab from, even stone-cold sober.

There had been a few words exchanged in between the time of your confession and his dramatic exit, them holding nothing but salty air and what you felt like was disgust. The only words you distinctly remember were “this was never a good idea”, and they’d been playing on a loop in your head for days.

To add insult to injury, the same non-committal man had been seen at a party with none other than his top-model ex just last night, embracing how you’d done to him for the past four months. Except you feel as though his embrace with her held more weight than the ones you’d shared, your memory tainted of him – your mind told you now that every intimate thing with him was done regrettably on his end.

His defensive reaction threw you for six after your domesticated interactions in private, you feeling as though his comfort around you and willingness to act couple-y meant he may harbour similar sentiments to you. You were deathly wrong.

“He literally sacked you off last week and now he’s back with his ex? What on earth is that all about?” Your sister screeches, her and your best friend seemingly more infuriated than you are.

“I get it, okay? I must have such a fucking liability to him that he, in your words, ‘sacked me off’.” You snap back, silencing them both as you try to gather your thoughts about this. The picture of him and his ex-fling idles on your phone which lies haphazardly on the bed beside you, it still open from your first viewing of it.

“Listen, I need you both to leave, this is something I need to work out in my head, first… before I start chopping anyone’s balls off…please can I just have a day or two to sort myself out?” It comes out as a plea, the two women in front of you immediately feeling pity for you, seeing that it has in fact torn you up and the only way you could fix it was being alone. They nod and embrace you tightly, and you have to will away the tears when they’re rubbing your back and saying soothing things before exiting out your door with a chorus of goodbye’s.

You glance back at the scrunchie again as the waterworks set off, feeling absolutely pathetic being upset over someone who made it clear to you from the start that he didn’t want a relationship. Part of you feels now that he was never against a relationship, he just didn’t seek that in you. You knew that some kind of conversation with Harry was overdue, the way you left things hanging the week prior unacceptable to both of you, regardless of any embarrassment or resentment. Apologies were owed and air needed to be cleared.

You grab the dreaded scrunchie from your desk and tie your hair up in a furious manner, all of your actions being exaggerated due to the massive amounts of rage and adrenaline coursing through your body at this moment, you felt as though you couldn’t decide between crying or shouting.

It continued as you got dressed. Crying as you pulled up your jeans, shouting profanities as you struggle to pull on your hoodie, crying as you found one of his stupid fucking rings under your bed…one he’d lost after coming over about a month ago, shouting at your reflection for being such a hopeless romantic with the wrong men. Your neighbours must’ve thought some odd things as you stormed out of the house, chucking a couple of hoodies in the passenger seat of your car.

The only barrier you face now is the short walk from your car to the front door of his luxurious home. You aren’t sure who’s going to be there, you aren’t sure if he’s going to kick you out. You just need the closure, so you can move on. The easiest way for you to get past something was to eject it from your life, so here you are, idling in your car outside the house of the man you think you might be falling in love with – ready to close that chapter of your life. You both wanted different things.

You’re about to leave your car which is tucked neatly round the side of his house, the place he’d advised you to use in the past, when you hear his front door swing open in the distance.

“I’ll see you later, H. Don’t stress it too much, we’ve got the PR team on damage control.”

You recognise the male voice as Harry’s manager, possibly there to discuss Harry’s documentation of his night out last night which was plastered on every sight you can think of. Harry doesn’t offer much of a response, a few mumblings leaving his chest which you can’t make out from your clandestine spot. Jeff’s car exits the security gates of Harry’s home and speeds down the road, though you don’t hear Harry’s front door close. You round the corner from where your car is parked and see him still stood there, looking like death warmed up. He already knows you’re here by the looks of it, his gaze following your small frame shrouded in his clothing as he unlocks his gate without hesitation. The air around the pair of you feels thick and unwanted, like neither of you want to gain any more closeness than the security of the gate which separated you both. He doesn’t spare you a look as you reach the foyer, not bothering to take off your shoes as you know your stay won’t be long…and he doesn’t deserve your politeness at this moment.

As you enter his barren house, you can almost see the two of you materialised in every corner, feeling reminiscent of something still so fresh.

“Chuck ‘em on the sofa, please.” His voice is gruff and tired, and you comply, tossing his clothes to his royal blue furniture. You can’t help but cringe as they fall strewn, and the clean freak in you ends up trying to quickly re-fold the messy items.

“Hey, you don’t have to—” he cuts off when you scoff, finishing the folding and digging your hand in the pocket of your jeans.

“I found your teddy bear ring,” your tone is nonchalant and dull, the ring suspended in the air between you, “thought you’d want it back.”

Harry’s hand reaches out for you to drop in into his palm, but you beat him to the punch by dropping it on to the coffee table, not wanting to engage in any physical contact out of fear you might cave. You also pettily wanted him to feel slightly guilty.

“Listen, I get why you’re angry, but can’t we be mature about this?” He says, and you can’t believe he’s trying to take the high road when he’d stormed out like you were both on a reality TV show.

“That’s rich coming from you, storming out of my house like a teenager and then not answering my texts. I’m looking at you right now and all I see is arrogance, Harry.” Even you’re surprised by your clipped tone, and his face contorts in irritation, his hand rifling through his long messy hair. You subconsciously reach out to adjust your scrunchie at the same time.

“I had some shit to think about. You unloaded all those fucking things on me that night and I had to remove myself before I said something hurtful.” You’re not sure why this makes you squirm slightly, the thought that he had more ammo that he was suppressing.

“I’m sorry that I’m such a fucking liability, Harry. I was plastered, for God’s sake! I wasn’t planning on telling you all of that shit, hell, I wasn’t planning to keep on seeing you for much long after because of it all.” You can feel yourself getting upset again but you refuse to cry in front of him. It was the truth, you knew it had to come to an end now you’d caught feelings, but you didn’t think it would crash and burn like this.

He doesn’t seem to have a rebuttal, choosing to just stare at the ring on the coffee table in silence, his thoughts so loud you could almost hear them.

“Don’t try and make me out like I’m doing something wrong by having feelings for you.” You punctuate your sentence with arms folding across your chest, waiting for him to finally spit something out. He sighs, stepping closer cautiously.

“Those pictures, they aren’t at all what it looks like. She was really fucking drunk, I was just taking her home.” He pleads, gesturing with his hands to express his point.

“Harry that’s not my issue here. My issue is that you’re somehow unable to have an adult conversation about emotional relationships when it makes you uncomfortable. I get it, okay! The thought of me having feelings for you is apparently so unbearable—"

“I never said that.” He clips. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I didn’t need you to Harry. I didn’t come here to argue either, I just came to drop off your stuff and cut this final tie off.” Your eyes begin to sting slightly but you push the emotion back deep into the depths of your subconscious, never to be confronted or freed again.

“Why does it have to be like this?” He looks between your eyes rapidly, brows furrowed and face displaying that of frustration. You try to ignore the way he adjusts his hair falling in a part across his head, something you used to love doing yourself.

“Because as much as you hate to admit it, you can’t bear the thought of being committed to someone like me.” You huff, bottom lip trembling. Harry rubs in between his eyebrows.

“Don’t tell me how I feel, for God’s sakes.” His voice travels into the now stagnant air and you don’t feel as though you have much more to say. The only thing that goes through your head at this moment in time is the notion of ‘if he wanted to, he will’. Men like harry don’t usually beat around the bush with their feelings, and it was laid right in front of your eyes – Harry was using you as a rebound for his ex, and he was still in love with her. Simple as. And with that thought in mind, you adjust the cuffs of your shirt and sniff the stuffiness from your nose from the impending tears.

“Whatever it is you’re feeling, Harry - I’m not waiting around to hear it.” You say, eyes sharp and locked on his to solidify your point. His eyes are vacant looking back at you, and follow your figure as you turn to leave his house, leave him behind.

“I’m fucking in love with you, you know that?” He yells as you’re halfway through the threshold of the door. You wish that this was like a film or something, that you’d stop in your tracks and turn back to him, running into his arms and making up in the beat of a heart. But this was real-life, real-life feelings and real hurt that you were feeling. You turn around, tears falling freely now.

“No you’re fucking not.” You whisper. His hand slips to your cheek and he has a pained look on his face and you’re shaking your head with your eyes screwed shut. He tries to convince you with small murmurs of your name.

“But you still love her, don’t you?” Your vision is bleary as you finally try to look at him. Even through the fogged vision you see the chagrin on his face as he tells you after a pause that he doesn’t know. With that, you slip away from his hold and watch your breath in the cold air, leaving his house for the last time with a small kiss on his cheek.

He doesn’t follow you this time.

PART II IS NOW UP!

#harry styles fanfiction #Harry Styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles story #harry styles smut #harry styles boyfriend #boyfriend!harry #boyfriendrry #harry styles husband #husbandrry #husband!harry #angst

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historia-vitae-magistras · 11 months

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alfred straight up murdering his brother on accident just because he walked too quietly into the room is so fucking funny but how terrifying is alfred to regular humans? If he goes to casually throw some ridicously heavy thing he's working on over to the intern or whoever theyre not gonna get back up on their feet to chew him out for it lol. also... getting shot and squished by bisons still hurts like all hell right? does matthew start to get wary around him or is he just too used to it to be all that bothered?

Lmao right? I very much enjoy using these characters, especially fleshy loony-tune-style horror shows because good fucking god, it's funny. But its also very fun? Alfred javelining people into the water must be so fun. Alfred casually picks up Matt when he's on the sofa because he dropped his keys behind it. He will randomly rip up troublesome trees in someone's fields in the middle of the night. This is not a wholly negative, angsty or even humourous trait.

So for humans... not very as an adult. I think. Generally, Alfred puts his people at ease. He's handsome, funny, intelligent and friendly. Man has that kind of crooked smile and easy charm. The charisma, luck and social skills of the gambler and the grifters and drifters of the old Westerns if not the old West. When he was little and had less control because he'd get excited, I could see him getting himself in trouble and accidentally committing some violence. As an adult, I think he's much more careful around humans, and the only time he tends to bust out the super strength is to prevent accidentally killing humans. Picking up a car in front of someone getting aggressive will contain that person's aggression goddamn fast.

As for if things hurt, yes. Superheroes and Gods are boring for me to write about. I like making these fuckers creepy and overpowered sometimes, but I'm most invested in their humanity. So time to do the math. The average bison is about 816 to 1,088 kg, and the most recent record for a deadlift was 487 kg. So on the lower end of that, 816 divided by 487 is about 1.67; redeploy that as a percentage that's about 160% the strength of what's currently possible. I personally think this is why this dork is always snacking, so it has some effect on his metabolism and his physiology. He's not going to starve to death as fast as he should with that metabolism because there's that nation fuckery there, but my boy is peckish. So now that I've laid that nonsense out, I generally make him about 160% more resilient than the strongest human (yeah, my browser history is fucked, what about it?), but not in all ways because biologically, that would fuck up his brain something fierce cerebellum be whack big and I like my nerdy NASA boy. But I try to keep that 160 in mind, so it might sometimes be consistent? Maybe? But yeah, he's durable and walks away from a lot of things that most people wouldn't, but he can be shot, dropped, smashed, hit, etc. And his pain tolerance is limited because, again, that removes too much vulnerability and why are we invested in this nerd? Lord knows it's not patriotism on my end. Strong, but not indestructible.

Now with the biology and the physical aspect of my stupid brain's explanation of this yankee doodle dumbass (affectionate) articulated, onto the emotional and interpersonal consequences. This is a bit meta, but Alfred's perception of himself and his loved ones can reflect this fandom and canon. I don't know if canon makes them twins, but many people do despite some intrinsic differences in history, progress, culture and values. It's a valid take because who wants to lord over other people or think about being the superpower and the empire? And passport privilege, cultural dominance, and political hegemony are things that only come into play when we're online or in some sort of international situation. The world revolves around the US, but Alfred's 'first amongst equals' with the laurels of power is not his default setting. At home, he just wants to be another person. Abroad, he has to function on a different set of rules, and leadership, and that arrogance only comes out at certain points. He wants to be human, he wants to be loved, he wants to be normal. And it hurts his fucking feelings to be reminded he isn't, that it is lonely at the top, that no matter how similar, the Trudeau quote applies.

Matt's used to him, and Alfred's reasonably careful, but the gulf between them, Alfred's ability to just steamroll him if he wanted to (even if Matt would give him a hell of a fight) does leave its marks. Matt tries as hard not to show it as much as Alfred tries not to crush him. He's overjoyed about something and goes in for a hug, and there go a couple of subluxing ribs as he kind of affectionately slaps Alfred's shoulder like "indoor muscles! Indoor muscles, bud!" And its mainly because Alfred doesn't like thinking about being a weirdo, and Matt doesn't want to remind him. They want to be as equal as possible, but physics is a thing.

#the ask box || probis pateo #hws canada #hws america #alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies #matthew || my country is winter #alfred and matt || lonely boys with the longest borders #meatsack mechanics || the sociology and biology of nations

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klanceficatalogue · 8 months

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so excited ur back!!! i always come back to here whenever i wanna reread klance fics :3 got any fluffy suggestions?

me too wtf! it's kind of funny.. ive still gotten notifs for this blog even though it's been inactive so i recognise the active usernames LMAO i see you allll - K

Mr. Snuggles by negativefouriq (1/1 | 1,656 | Teen and Up)

“You know,” Lance continues, “Coran did say this armour is supposed to hold out against chemical attacks. And venom is a chemical. If there was ever a time to test it…” “I’m going to kill him,” Hunk says, faux-casual. He turns his video on, showing how he’s smiling in the way that tells you he is actually very angry. “If this spider doesn’t poison him to death, I am going to stab him.” --- OR: Lance loves animals. He also has zero self-preservation skills, and is single-handedly responsible for 80% of the collective stress response of Team Voltron.

Affections and Deceptions by Deatmat (2/2 | 21,353 | General)

"We need to talk about the bite." He mumbles, "What about it?" "Well, for starters, what do we do? What do we tell the others?" He gestures with his free hand at the bite. "I mean, we can't just magically make it go away." There's a pause before he says abruptly, "What if we pretend it's real?" - - - - - [Lance and Keith are dating behind the rest of their teams backs but a run in with an alien bug that's venom causes victims to mimic infatuation brings both opportunities and issues to light.]

mortal body, timeless souls by littlecloud9 (1/1 | 3,494 | General)

“Wait!” Coran lets out a triumphant noise. “I got it! If my calculations stand corrected, then our visitors will be people we actually know! Keith, Lance, you two will be meeting your alternate selves today!” Coran says it like the idea is so mundane that it takes Keith a while to process. The moment he does, however, he feels his heart drop to his stomach. “We’re going to what?!” Lance yelps, effectively voicing out Keith’s thoughts. Or, the castle's teludav malfunctions, alternate realities are mixed, and Keith finds out that he and Lance are a lot more... close in other realities.

#asks #go-hug-a-cat #klance #voltron #vld #vld fic #klance fic #one shot #fluff #1to5k #general #canon compliant

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streetkid-named-desire · 4 days

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1 and 14 from your 15 lines post 💚 please!

1. Comes from a short unfinished pool sex smut scene

They were at the very top of the skyscraper. It was a penthouse suite with a huge pool. The city was quiet this far up. "Who does this belong to?" Bea whispered. "Kerry Eurodyne," V said and smiled. "The Kerry Eurodyne?" Bea was in awe at how casually V dropped his name. "Yes, we're chooms! He has this for tax purposes, said I could use it whenever. Come on," V walked towards the pool, shedding his clothing until he was naked and walked into the pool.

14. Comes from the maybe/maybe not scrapped sequel

"I'm Arif Iqbal and today my guest is incredibly special. He comes to us from a secluded hideout but has given us his real name." A video inset appeared next to the reporter's head. A blurry holocall avatar appeared. "Dr. Yamamoto, thank you for being here." A clatter followed by a crash and cursing echoed up from the kitchen. Bea immediately got out of bed and jumped the stairs, two at a time. V was at the couch first, sucking on his finger where he'd cut it on a broken plate. Bea sat next to him, still naked. He held her hand. He was shaking. "Thank you for having me," the garbled voice said. The cadence and enunciation matched a phrase that had been echoing in Bea's head since all this started. "Ms. Cohen, it means you may be the harbinger of the Fifth Corporate War. Please, take care of yourself and Mr. Guerra." "It's him," Bea said quietly. V nodded and turned up the volume. "Tell us about these military doll chips you think they're using," Iqbal said. "They work like any doll chip. Once activated, the individual takes on whatever programmed personality exists. In this case, that means a supersoldier." "Wow, hear that Bea? You're a supersoldier," V said sarcastically. "And you believe those are being implanted in civilians?" "Undoubtedly." "Clouds works by scanning the client's deepest desires and relaying that as a program to the doll's chip. How were these programmed?" Kenji paused. Bea's skin prickled as an overwhelming extreme wave of mixed emotions bubbled up inside her. "Dr. Yamamoto, are you still with us?" "Yes. I am not able to say how the chips were programmed." "Why not? Have you been threatened?" "A prototype was implanted into someone and gathered data on their activities." "Do you know who this someone is?" Another pregnant pause. "You know who it is, don't you. You were personally involved in the chip's development, correct?" "It was an individual that worked for Arasaka. She- I mean she or he-" Bea stood up and paced behind the couch. He heart raced and her mind raced faster. "It's a woman? We would like to talk to her, is there any way you can connect us?" Iqbal motioned to someone off screen. "I must go." "I'm so sorry." Bea felt in her bones that was directed at her.

15. Is from later that same chapter. I think? It was @wanderingaldecaldo who helped me come up with the idea of Ros resigning before the Blackwall shit got out and she accuses V. I needed to write her out so I could write in my own. But I think she actually would do what I have planned to happen in this fic lmao

"BEA," V yelled and he snapped his fingers. When she didn't respond, he grabbed her forearms and yanked them off of her legs. She looked at him. He cupped her face in both of his hands and spoke carefully. "This is not your fault." <I mean, it kinda is.> "Bea, say it," V said. <Think about it. They're using her experience killing dudes. I mean, shit, all those times she tried to kill you? That's all data on the chip.> Johnny phased in and crouched next to V. He waved his hand in front of Bea's face. Bea's expression was one V had never seen before and it disturbed him. His breath caught when she looked at him, her eyes were wide and glassy. Was this what they meant by "deer in headlights"? V had never seen a deer before. "Bea," V said more gently. His phone rang. He dismissed it. "Say it. Say it's not your fault." His phone rang again. The holo avatar was static but he recognized a faint droning tone behind it. He dismissed the call again but it immediately rang. He winced as a connection was forced through and he was greeted with an aging woman's face. "Now is not a good time," V snapped. Bea buried her face in her hands, but at least she wasn't rocking back and forth anymore. "I don't care. This is important," the woman said. V rolled his eyes, "It's always important, you're the fucking President." That snapped Bea out of her fugue. She looked quizzically at V and put her hand on his arm. He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and gestured to show the person on the other line was a total windbag. "Did you tell anyone about the Blackwall?" Rosalind Myers steepled her fingers, resting her elbows on her desk. V stood up and walked to the kitchen, away from Bea. He paced, "I don't kno-" "Oh, please you fucking turncoat. I read your psych profile. There is no way So-Mi or Reed would earn your trust without telling you. Tell me, did you tell anyone?" "No, I didn't tell anyone," V said. He wondered how So-Mi was doing. He liked to imagine she was on some island somewhere, disconnected from all technology, just enjoying life. Or maybe gambling and having the time of her life at the Crystal Palace. Myers hung up. "Gee, V. Did you get the Relic shit figured out? Wow, how are you still alive? So good to hear from you, V. Fucking bitch," V mumbled.

#emotional support imagination playground

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my thoughts on the new HYUNA song drop and the various scenes in the song

1. Mizi rebels (no surprise), but interestingly, is being kissed multiple times by Hyuna to kind of drag her out of her discomfort/thoughts, some type of new ship or platonic relations??? (i’m not sure, but if that’s the case, im open to it, seems like an another great arc and more character development in one way or another)

2. Mizi’s hair was cut off, leaving behind past memories (that’s great! (she looks hot, im not complaining) question is, does this also mean she has moved past from her grievance for Sua?) (does this mean that possible romantic indication with Hyuna? if so, im happy for her for moving on, im sure Sua would too tbh…)

3. Hyuna has like defo a some sort of love hate relations with Luka, cuz he literally killed her brother (HE IS INSANE) (i officially dub him as like some scheming yandere with like manipulative tendencies, cuz she payed attention to him once and he goes like “give me more” anddddd she doesn’t cuz she needs to care for her sibling and he gets jealous and just starts a fight and so happens to “accidentally” push him or something and he’s dead. bro casually looks up to Hyuna and says “woops, i didn’t mean to” and from there on, she just feels absolutely rage and just thinks he’s insanely brainwashed in some way)

4. Hyuna’s group is bonkers and they all just flirt for fun (head canon she’s actually bi/les) anddddd she saved mizi cuz she saw her and was like “omg, my possible partner fr? i’ll give her everything (refer to the scene where Mizi and Hyuna fought like the alien bots or smth and like was infiltrating what i think was probs a base of some sort + like little hugs and kisses (those were so cute)), fuck you luka”

5. Ivan and Till is expect to fight in the next round… and slight foreshadowing, someone hits till’s face, does this possibly mean that he is eliminated in the next round????

6. (continuing from point 5!) but Ivan is said to have feelings for Till, so another possibility is that they try and do a duet, like what Sua and Mizi did. (will they be successful or end up the same fate as the both of them? tragic, but it may happen)

7. another scenario is the Ivan ends up the winner, and Hyuna and her gang comes and pull Till out from the situation (aka just like Luka and Mizi round), then it would be like crazy for Till to handle since Mizi would be there. (or alternatively, Mizi tries to convince Hyuna to save Till cuz Till is her friend (LMAO friend zone fr), and it worked, in which same shit goes down.) (but question is, if this case happens, will Ivan try and report the case and find Till? meaning which, he rebels more (ANOTHER REBEL IVAN ARC (just a teeny bit) ?) and eventually sneaks out to search for Till (his beloved lmao). )

8. but a possible scenario too in that round could be that Till gives up on singing and Ivan punches the absolute shit out of him to force him to sing (or vice versa cuz Till is mad that Ivan is just pitying him or that he’s just giving up so easily just so he can live)

9. OR ANOTHER SCENARIO (there’s so many im sorry😞) is that like Till don’t care (just like when he did in the round with some side character 😭😭), and then screws over Ivan, Ivan just goes like “i wish you the best my liege” and then explodes and Till just either “idc” or “what the fuck have i done”

10. WHAT IF TILL HAS LIKE LINGERING FEELINGS??? (i lowkey headcanon him as like bi but he has this one case of internalised homophobia, refer to like the cover they made with like ‘MY CLEMATIS’ ) cuz like Ivan tried saving him yk, so what if, like he comes to regret that afterwards (head canon, when he’s stressed he feels extremely nauseous to the point he puked like multiple times and got beat up for being like high maintenance, which would explain more about why he’s so feral dog angry at the aliens all the time) (and also cuz like they did like a lot of fucked up shit, any sane human would grow to hate them tbh, so it’s valid, but i like to think that it gives him more reason to want to rebel them even more out of more spite and just plain hatred for what they have done to like the contestants and Mizi (especially her))

11. also back to the topic of luka…. (i hate this man, but his song is so good 😠😠😠), will like he come and find Hyuna? like lowkey Luka and Hyuna interaction fr??? (probs like confrontation in a sense, and then one of them like goes feral or something cuz obvs someone is OBSESSED with like Hyuna 😞😞😞)

ALSO, referring back to point 5, Till gets eliminated and yk the whole “win or die” process, and Ivan just turns into the next Mizi (vengeance or smth) or he just mourns, and refuses to do anything more (REBEL ARC maybe)

another thing i would like to add on from point 3 is that i imagine the three of them just discussing ways to possibly get out of this situation alive, and just was blissfully happy for like awhile cuz they’re all together in this and up till the day Luka (the insane bastard) killed her brother, she actually admired him for like his skills (in terms of able to perform and stuff)

I MAY BE WRONG (but it’s my thoughts and i would like my fellow alien stage enjoyers to give me their insight too, cuz rn i’m just ranting about my little expectations 😞😞)

#alnst #alien stage #netsage’s rant #scenarios i wish were real but we would have to wait 😞#yes i made some headcannons about some characters and i may or may not have been projecting LMAO

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thefoundationproject · 9 days

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Re Read Wholly Unprofessional again.

First of all never getting over Bacara and Rex. I Love Love. It's so funny because Rex we expect to be So Much, but when Bacara RESPONDS!? Truly two idiots in love lol. Thinking about them all giggly smiley composing their love letters to eachother Tactical Insight Reports For The Benefit Of The GAR 🫡. Bly helping Rex because that's his baby brother and Bly is a romantic at heart. Feel like Aayla would agree.

Kot to Cody and Doom and Fox and all the others who have to witness it all though. Tbf Cody did it to himself soo.

Also Ow at Forwards Someone Hug Them 💔

Second of all LMAO Ponds is going through IT

Priority Response

Ponds: I don’t quite remember ASKING YOUR OPINION Commander Bacara.

and,

Priority Response

Neyo: The IMPORTANT question here is: where can I get myself a hot little Captain sidearm to impress with my kill count. I’m asking for me.

Priority Response

Ponds: Excuse me, what.

Vod'ika Defilers and Vod'ika Defiler Enablers Oh My!

The relazation for Ponds that Cody KNEW! 17 KNEW! NEYO KNEW!Traitors all! Ponds' Less Favorite Vode List getting crowded. At this point I see him going down the list of all the people who could've known putting a little :( Just for future refrence.... Casually asking some CC like hey weren't you on the same ARC training range....?

But VAUGHN MY BABY!!!

Lol at Neyos What? x 5. He fully short circuited. He Was Kidding Rex! It Was A JOKE REX! How dare you call him out?

Imagine Vaughn starts messaging him, sparkle, sunshine and all. And Everytime Neyo is trying! so! hard! to be Cool Suave Spy. And Everytime Vaughn gets him all spluttering blushing kicking feet.

And he's like "This time I'll catch him off guard HE won't know what to with HIMSELF". Writing The Perfect Message only for Vaughn to answer in .2 seconds with something that has Neyo screaming into his pillow. How does he do it?!

Vaughn sitting there watching the Neyo is writing... begin and stop endlessly. Grinning like a fool so excited to talk to him about anything and everything and nothing but Neyo is so careful and feeling emotion(s), so he needs timeee. So Vaughn waits with anticipation. Turns out they're talking about the newest change to some obscure tiny blaster part or something lol. But The Subtext Potential....

(Wasn't one of the like three canon things about Neyo that he and Bacara worked on some speeder tactics or something? Imagine Vaughn compliments those and gives feedback. Neyo is so impressed but oh no feelings catching!?!)

Sorry for The Wall but it's such a ride every time i read your fics again, it's like it's the first time! Always something new to appreciate. Thank you❤️

Hello!!! Thank you very kindly! Everyone expects Rex to be a shebs about things but no one expects it from Bacara. So no one suspects it coming and Bacara can just roll up and drop the shebsiest moment and stroll away. That first moment when one sees a message and realizes 'oh this isn't JUST am update' .... my heart, it's exploded. I squee for them. So very much.

Bly is not the brother that would hide a body for you. Bly would supervise the body hiding and tell you what you're doing wrong that wpuld get you caught, because the best way to learn is by doing it yourself. A+ brothering, in my opinion. He’s also naturally ride or die. Because Rex IS still his baby brother. Also 2.0 .... it's really funny watching "Cody is typing" and imaging how that annoyed eye twitch of his is going. Very entertaining.

At some point in the future, the very distant future, long after even the most paranoid have stopped anticipating it, Ponds will attack. And everyone will RUE THIS DAY. Including Wolffe who by necessity will just have to be caught in the splash damage. Ponds feels bad, really he does, just so dreadfully awful, but he couldn't risk the others being alerted. So some Wolffes had to be collateral damage and that was just a sacrifice Ponds was willing to make. As for getting Neyo, well Fox is already In Too Deep in the Edee prank war, it would be incredibly simple for Ponds to hide his plots behind Fox's misdeeds. Ponds knows how to play the excruciatingly long game but then he hits everyone all at once. He's sitting in his observation room surrounded by screens, cackling while Fox finally understands the true depth of Ponds' deviousness. Truly terrifying.

I imagine that at this point Rex at least somewhat knows Neyo. Well enough to say 'MY TIME HAS COME'. I'm entirely sure he's been plotting how to socialize/distract the in-law and all of a sudden the perfectest opportunity presented itself. And what is Torrent if not opportunistic? Vaughn is starlight and sunshine and whiskers on kittens and it's endlessly amusing to me to throw him at Neyo and say "catch". 🤣

Thank you so very much!!!!!

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