#and I hasn’t got the time to make something atm

[ghoulphile]

janey's dad | c.h./the ghoul | part 01

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 3.7 k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; age gap, hair pulling, teasing, making out, mutual pining, lipstick kink, stockings, porn w/ feelings, porn w/ plot, mild angst w/ happy ending, divorced!coop, babysitter!reader, pre-war/bomb ➥ summary | “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --” ➥ notes | i'm so sorry this is later than it should be. i am unfortunately a corporate slave and this fic just did not want to cooperate 🫠 there are a lot more things planned and this fic is turning into a bit of a beast (20+ pages and counting rip lmao) so i've decided to split it into two parts to make it more manageable for myself mostly un-beta'd atm a special thanks to @corinthianism for all her lovely help ❤️!!

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Divorce is hard, but being a divorcé is downright hellish.

One of the ugliest things in the world, if Cooper Howard has any say. At least when he was a Marine, they told him where to point his gun, where to aim; nameless threats vanishing with a quick squeeze of the trigger.

Here, these ‘enemies’ aren’t enemies — not really.

It’d be easier if they were.

Worse still, they have names he holds as dearly as his own. There’s Barb, whip smart and always so clever. Then Janey, the light of his life and so sweet his teeth ache.

Once upon a time, life was sweeter than apple pie on Sundays.

Then came the separation.

Afterwards, he finds it hard to look at what’s left of his family without losing breath like a horse kick to the chest. Their absence rips open a hole inside him ten miles wide, its edges jagged and wrong.

And when he can’t take the silence anymore, fingers of malt liquor help dull the ache, though it’ll never be enough to mend what’s broken.

See, war’s something he understands.

But these domestic battlefields where he sits across from his ex-wife while lawyers barter this weekend and that holiday?

How he struggles to meet his daughter’s eye every time she asks if he’s coming home?

When Barb keeps the house and the money while he keeps the scrapbooks and the dog?

He doesn’t — can't — refuses to comprehend.

Because in what world can you reconcile looking down the barrel of a smoking gun only to find the woman you love staring back, finger on the trigger? Left out to hang as Vault-Tec orchestrates his downfall.

The true depth of their involvement is unknown, but it’s no coincidence his bank accounts dried up faster than the Mojave in June. The ink still wet when the media snapped up the story of his failed marriage.

Thus, his reputation (rather what’s left of it) unraveled faster than a spool of thread.

Knocked on his ass and kept there by a boot heel crushing his windpipe. Whose? He hasn’t got a fucking clue.

But whoever they are, they’re making sure he stays a washed up nobody who struggles to land a call back, much less pay his monthly alimony on time.

See what we can do? You were America’s favorite gunslinger - now look at you. Mind your place.

Hell, millions used to scream his name.

Nowadays people whisper it behind their hands like a dirty secret, “Oh, did you hear? Cooper Howard…” as they dissect pieces of his life into bite-sized Before’s and After’s. “Hah! Serves him right. Y’know, I never liked him much.”

While he grits his teeth and swallows his bitterness with a smile, he hates how he can’t protect Janey from snide reporters and nosy strangers. Juggling actor-father-divorcé with fumbling hands.

It’s only been six months; a heartbeat, a lifetime, and already he’s scraped thin like butter over too much bread.

Something’s gotta give.

After all, he’s only one man.

But just when it's bleakest, the clouds part.

A young woman moves in next door, the first bright thing that’s come his way in a long, long while.

At first, he kept his distance.

Exchanged vague hello’s and how-are-you’s. Then Janey took a shine; always so friendly and eager to talk about her latest books.

Any reservations he might’ve had died when he saw how enamored you are with her.

Only made sense that over time small pleasantries turned into playdates. Then those playdates turned into sleepovers.

Before long, you’re watching her when a gig runs late.

Rustling up grub and tucking her into bed more often than not these days. And when he slinks in through the door, knees aching and stripped to the bone, there you are with a shy smile and a warm meal.

So what if he takes himself in hand long after you leave, stroking his cock to the thought of you down on your knees in that pretty little sundress?

Imagines the wide stretch of your ruby lips as you swallow him down, lipstick smeared an awful mess?

Cums hard to the fantasy of your teary eyes and hiccupy breaths as you choke?

What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

After all, he’s a gentleman... he promises to keep his hands to himself.

“All right, Sugar Bomb, it’s bedtime.”

Bundled in navy bedding up to her nose, Janey’s wide brown eyes peer up at you from beneath a riot of frizzy curls. Roosevelt, her ever faithful companion, plasters himself to her side. The tip of his tail swishes once, twice before falling limp.

“Ah, c’mon guys. Don’t look at me like that.” You sigh with a fond shake of the head, hip popping out to rest against the doorframe. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow ‘em.”

A muffled response sounds from the lump of little girl, “Nmfhm.”

Squinting, you dip your head and tap the side of your ear, "Pardon?"

“Mnhfmmmm.”

“Ye—eah… Didn’t catch that, Mumbler.”

Janey tugs down the blanket, her mouth pursed in a moue of displeasure. “I said,” she crosses her arms with a huff, “not until Dad gets home.”

Shit.

“M’sorry, baby. He’s still gonna be a while.” Walking across the room, you stop beside the bed and motion your hand back and forth. “Scooch over.”

Gangly limbs fumble as Janey wiggles into the middle of the mattress, her feet tangling in the blankets. Roosevelt takes a toe to the nose during the transition, but flops across her knees all the same.

Together they settle with a bounce of springs.

In the open space, you slide in.

The bed sinks under your weight, a plume of rich cologne tickling your nose; mint-spiced citrus. Cooper. Your stomach swoops, and your heart trips.

“I didn’t see him at breakfast — or lunch!” A pout tugs at her mouth. “Not even dinner. I gotta go home tomorrow. So when am I gonna see him?”

“Oh, bug.” You sigh, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Your dad’s been real busy at work. And I know that’s been hard for you, but I promise to make sure he’s here for breakfast tomorrow.”

“D’you mean it?” Her cold nose digs into your skin. “Me and Roosevelt miss him so much.”

Cuddled into your chest, Janey tosses an arm around your back. Her fuzzy head rests in the crook of your arm, springy curls tickling your skin.

You squeeze her tight and trace your fingertips over her forehead.

“I can do you one better,” you say, bopping the tip of her nose just to hear her giggle - a soft sound that sits warm and gooey in your chest. “I pinkie-promise.”

Her finger loops around yours, so small and fragile.

“I’ll even make pancakes. How’s that sound for a promise?”

“Oh, yes, please! I think Dad will like that,” a wide yawn cuts her off mid-sentence. “He’s sad, but he always smiles when you make food.”

Janey’s words — unexpected as they are sudden — cut so deep it steals the breath from your lungs. You flounder, your heart a throbbing bruise in your chest.

“... Then pancakes it is.”

As if nothing happened at all, she asks, “Do I have to go to bed now?”

“Afraid so, little miss.” Your responding chuckle sounds stilted even to your own ears. “Just you wait. When you wake up, Dad’ll be home.”

“Fi—ine, but I want extra pancakes.” Janey pauses, considers you with narrow eyes, then adds, “With syrup!”

“Whatever you want,” you say with an indulgent smile. “Now... time to sleep. It’s really past your bedtime.”

She gives you one last squeeze then lets you tuck her in nice and tight, blankets pulled up to her chin. You drop a kiss on her forehead while Roosevelt re-settles on the pillow beside her after a quick scratch behind the ears. 

Everything in order, you turn to go only for a little hand to stop you.

“Yes?” you reply, glancing at her from over your shoulder.

“... can you put on one of Dad's movies?”

The tremble in her voice - like she’s about to get scolded - breaks your heart clean down the middle. Stitching on a soft smile, you nod and walk to the darkened TV set in the room's corner.

After fiddling with the nobs, static flashes to life.

“The Man from Deadhorse okay?”

The holotape sliding into the track swallows the sound of her tiny “Yeah.” Starting up with a whirl of machinery, the second-hand Radiation King flickers to life in black-and-white.

A vast plain and bright sky stretches across the screen.

Then Sugarfoot creeps into frame with the one and only Cooper Howard sitting astride the noble steed. The sheriff’s badge on his chest glints in the sun.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, already half-way to sleep.

“Anything for you, baby. Sleep tight.”

Flicking off the lights, you leave the door cracked. Walk away pretending like hearing her whisper goodnight to the TV doesn’t lance through you like lightning.

The desire to whisk her into your arms and soothe all of her ails is almost impossible to ignore.

Somehow, you distract yourself by wiping up the table, then by fixing a plate of dinner for whenever Cooper rolls in. Though all the while, how brokenhearted Janey sounded sits in the back of your mind like a leaden weight.

When Cooper stumbles into the living room, it’s half past midnight.

You’d gotten up to greet him, curled as you were in an armchair reading, when something about the stern line of his mouth gave you pause.

Where the usual lighthearted greetings lingered, a pensive stillness trembled to life.

Tension crackles through the air; a held breath of agitation. By the faraway gaze and defeated slump of his broad shoulders, it’s plain to see the night didn’t go as intended. And no matter how much you long to soothe, you can’t.

After all, he’s not yours to touch.

Instead, you offer a sympathetic smile and ask, “Rough night, huh?”

Cooper ignores the prompt, squeezing past with a brief touch to your elbow as he makes a beeline for the dry bar. The heat of his body is there and gone in a flash, his cologne teasing your senses. He says, “Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

Your heart flutters in your throat. “Ah,” you lick your lips, “well, I was going to finish my chapter first.”

Humming, he turns his back to you and fiddles with high balls and decanters. The tink of crystal glassware fills the air as he speculates which alcohol goes best with his mood. 

“Thanks again for watching Janey.” He nods in approval and fixes his whiskey neat. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble, Mr. Howard.” You shrug. “She’s a sweetheart.”

He shoots you a dry look from over his shoulder, stirring the dark amber of his drink with a forefinger. When he sucks his skin clean with a soft pop - a flash of a pink tongue taunting, teasing - your stomach swoops.

God, I wonder what else his mouth can do.

Flustered, you clear your throat and stare at a spot on the wall.

“How many times do I gotta tell you to call me Coop?” he says, digging through some drawers until he finds what he’s searching for: a lighter. “It must be a million and one by now.”

Flint sparks as flames jump, eating away at the end of a cigarette. Cooper inhales in short little puffs, pulling on the filter. His cheeks hollow, the shadows enhancing the cut of his jaw before the tip catches alight.

“Well,” he exhales, his gaze catching yours through a plume of smoke as he turns, brow raised. “Anything to say for yourself?”

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” you chuckle.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided smirk. “I’ll drink to that.” He knocks back the last finger of whiskey before refilling with gin.

Springs groan in protest when he drops to the couch, settling in with an outstretched arm and wide spread thighs.

“It’s been a long fucking day,” he rasps.

Gulping, you try to ignore the space at his feet.

The stirrings of desire provoked by the urge to sink to your knees and fill it with your body, to ease tension from those shoulders with your hands, your mouth, your cunt — if he’d let you.

“You heading home?” Nursing the fresh drink, he swallows a mouthful, only to hiss low through his teeth at the chemical burn. His throat bobs, framed by the open collar of his shirt. “Whew! Goddamn, that’s strong.”

“No, I can stay for a while.” A bird on a wire, you perch on the cushion beside him. “Got nothing else planned for tonight, anyhow.”

Cooper snorts. “I doubt that very much. A sweet young thing like you,” he motions towards you with his glass, “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of fellas calling, especially on a Friday night. Don’t waste your time with me.”

“That’s not why I--” you stop yourself short.

Save for the bustling LA avenue right outside the complex, the apartment itself is stone silent for several heartbeats. Words hover on the back of your tongue, catching in the bend of your throat molasses thick.

Meanwhile, Cooper continues to swirl the alcohol in his glass.

Maybe in a different life, you wouldn’t hesitate to express yourself.

But here — with him — you shouldn’t.

Christ sake, he’s a grieving divorcé, you chastise yourself. The last thing he needs is me trying to lay one on him.

When you speak, his name glides off your lips for the first time, clementine sweet, “... Cooper, I’m not wasting my time. I enjoy spending it with Janey - and you.”

“Well,” he husks, hooded eyes dragging down your visage in a slow once-over, “you’re the first one in a long while to feel that way, sweetheart.”

Dripping like honey whiskey from Cooper’s lips, the simple phrase burns its way down-down-down until it blooms like liquid fire in your belly. Warms you all the way to your toes as your heart pounds against your ribcage.

“I mean it.” Your knuckles twist in the pleats of your sundress, bolts of blue fabric bunched around your knees. “Everything I do is because I want to.”

The flash of red nails plucking at the sheer nylon of your stockings snaps up his attention, his gaze snagging - staying as he chases the curve of your exposed leg, hungry.

He wets his lips, and tenses his jaw when he spots how the soft fat of your thigh dimples in because of your garter. “That’s awful sweet of you to say.”

You tremble beneath the intensity of his attention.

Greedy.

Little kisses of awareness spark bright along the path his eyes carve like the caress of shy fingertips.

However, before you’re able to confront him about his interest, the heat leaches from his expression, grows mute and cold like a muzzled dog. 

Readjusting the waistband of his slacks with a tug, he says, “I know you got better things to do than keep an old man company.”

Irritation sparks. “Cooper--”

“If this is about paying you for tonight,” his lips quirk into a sheepish smile, “I won’t be able to yet.” He scrubs a hand through the stubble peppered along his jaw. “The gig tonight didn’t… Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, that’s not what I --”

He plows on, “Anyway, the one I’ve got tomorrow should be enough. How about I stop by around seven o’clock? I’ll treat you to dinner as an apology.”

Frustration bubbles beneath the surface of your skin, antagonism thrumming through your veins. Your hands shake almost as much as your voice. “Cooper!”

“I… uh, yes?” He blinks.

Your brows furrow. “You don’t get it,” you say. “I mean, you truly don’t know?”

“I’m afraid there’s a lot I don’t get. You’re gonna have to be more particular.”

Maybe not said in so many words (or at all) but actions speak far louder.

Otherwise, why else would you spend most of your time in his apartment, fill every spare moment with Janey, and reserve evenings for his company?

Hell, you even cook and clean!

Almost scream your interest from the rooftops, and it’s obvious to everyone but him, it seems.

Here you are thinking he was preserving your dignity whenever he ignored a passing comment or lingering touch when, in fact, he’d been oblivious to their existence to begin with.

How a man can be so obtuse when you’re throwing yourself at him is beyond you.

If he wasn’t so captivating…

“Are you kidding me,” you ask, mindful of your tone, “how could you not know?” You throw your hands in the air. “I’ve been — for months!”

“Well, I don’t have a goddamn clue what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he snarks, setting his glass on the table. “Care to enlighten me?”

Fine. If that’s how he wants to play, let’s play.

When he moves to take another drag from his cigarette, you strike, fingers locking around his wrist mid-lift. And although his glassy eyes narrow, he keeps his hand still.

Waiting to see what you'll do.

Tucking your knee under you for balance, you bend forward and watch his face from beneath your lashes. When your lips wrap around the filter, a dark hunger bleeds into his expression, his pulse a steady thud against the pad of your thumb.

Inhaling, the cherry lights up, a flashbang in the dim overhead light.

Cooper’s breath hitches, and then you’re pulling away with a lungful of smoke; the taste of ash heavy on your tongue.

He tracks your movements with greed, gaze flicking for the briefest of moments past your chin before refocusing on the ring of red lipstick staining white paper.

“If you wanted one,” he chokes, gripping the back of the couch with white knuckles, “all you had to do was ask.”

With a coquettish grin, you exhale to the side and stare at him with hooded eyes. “Is that so?” Plucking the cigarette out of his limp hold, you stub it out in the ashtray. “What if I wanted to ask for something else, Mr. Howard?”

The next moment finds you deposited in his lap, his hands shooting out to grab at your waist only to freeze before they make contact.

“Woah! I--”

“Tell me something.”

Your lips caress the shell of his ear, sharing breath - sharing space as you plaster yourself to his front, arms looped over his shoulders. He jolts, body trembling with restraint.

“Would you give me what I wanted if I said please?”

The distance between you snaps taut with anticipation. “C-Coop,” he stutters. “Call me Coop.”

You hum. “Well, Coop, would you?”

“That depends almost entirely on what you’re asking for, sweetheart.”

Red nails skate along the back of his neck, play in the downy soft hair of his nape just to feel him shiver. And then you’re leaning back with your hands braced on his knees, your legs falling open in invitation.

The hem of your dress bunches around your waist, exposing the soft cotton of your underwear, and the darkened patch of slick soaking through.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” you purr. “Because you want it too. Don’t you?”

He bites down on a strangled moan when your hips arch forward, rocking the soft plush of your ass against the heavy weight of his thickening cock. The zipper digs into your skin as he tents the front of his slacks.

Mouth dropping open, his tongue flicks out to wet his lips - a slick circle of temptation that makes you clench. “I, uh, I don’t…”

Reaching between your splayed thighs, you hook a finger beneath your panties and pull the fabric aside. He jerks forward, exhaling hard at the flash of your soaked cunt and twitching clit.

“C’mon, be honest.”

With a sigh, you gather your arousal on the tips of your fingers.

Cooper’s gaze is a heavy weight pinning you in place as you pretend it’s him dragging his knuckles over the top of your mond. Him dragging calloused fingers up along sticky folds to play with your sensitive clit, ripping soft little mewls from your lips.

“Can’t you see what you do to me, Coop?” you say, pulling your hand away to show the webs of slick stretching between your fingers. “I’m so wet. Please, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

His hips rock against your ass in an aborted thrust. “Shit - shit!” Eyes slamming shut, he grits his teeth and digs his fingers into your sides hard enough to bruise. “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --”

“Why not?” Your hand brushes over his groin. “I can feel how hard you are.”

“It isn’t right, that’s why.” He stutters, stumbles over his words, “Besides, Janey…”

“I can be quiet,” you say, lips trembling. “I promise.”

“Goddamnit, you can’t say things like that and expect me not to --” Cutting himself off, strong fingers seize your chin and tilt until you’re met with Cooper’s severe expression, his scorching gaze. “You need to tell me now: are you sure this is what you want?”

There’s no hesitation, “Yes.”

In what world would you refuse?

The words barely pass your lips before Cooper’s bowing his dark head, mouth ravenous as it captures yours in a slick glide of bruising lips and hungry tongues.

He steals your breath, licks into your mouth and traces along the sensitive inside of your lip.

Pulse jump starting, your toes curl over the edge of the cushion and your thighs squeeze the barrel of his chest, kneecaps digging into his ribs.

“Oh,” a moan punches itself out of your throat - a breathy little thing swallowed up by his lips. “That’s--”

Anticipation swells, simmers between you like a band before it snaps. A strong forearm locks around your waist, tugging you into the cradle of his chest until you’re plastered from stem to stern.

Too hungry for tenderness as his free hand slips up to cup the back of your head, fingers catching in the briar of your hair and tugging at the roots.

You claw at his shoulders while sparks of pain ricochet down your neck, sufficing into a prickly flush that heats your blood. “Hnn, Cooper,” you gasp.

He murmurs your name through languid flicks of his tongue and sharp little nips of skin that leave your mouth tender and swollen. When he pulls away to survey his handiwork, his eyes are dark. Fathomless.

"I never thought I'd get the chance to kiss you like this," he says, wicking his thumb over the pillow of your bottom lip. "You taste as good as I imagined."

Dragging your nails across his scalp, you plead, “No more teasing - I can't take it.”

"Well," he grunts, fingers twisting up in your dress, “If that’s how you feel, then you better put those hips to good use and work for it, sweetheart."

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard smut #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul smut

[lazorbeanz]

Tails: ✨exists✨

Sonic: I will die for this kid

#I forgot it’s Wednesday today and didn’t make anything before hand lol #and I hasn’t got the time to make something atm #so here’s this that’s been sittin in the archives #I’m sorry D: #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sth #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #not my template #capcut #the brothers ever #wsatw #wstw #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday

[nuevialnst]

⟢ ﹒ Riding Him Until He Moans

Summary: lengthy drabble, It’s been a long time since you have heard this character ever actually moan before while being in bed and them acting all pathetic begging for more, plus this sex is a little different this time to them.

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

She got ontop of him sliding her panties to the side, before lowering herself down and sinking into him with a soft gasp.

His breath left him as she pushed in deep and he closed his eyes, trying desperately to hold back his groan at the sight of her naked body pressing up against him. Starting to move her hips slowly at first but then began to speed it up, getting quicker and faster.

As she leaned over and wrapped one hand around his neck he couldn’t help the whimper that slipped past his lips but soon quieted. Kissing her way across his chest and neck, leaving little purple bruises behind.

She had never been this rough with him.

This was different from any other time they’d had sex. . . it made him want things he couldn’t have, and the thought was intoxicating to him.

Her kisses were driving him wild.

“Mmm...you feel so good.” He groaned out, gripping fistfuls of her hair and tilting his head up to meet her mouth.

His hands slid down her back and grasped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. She gave another small sound of pleasure when he squeezed hard. Grinding up against him again and he swore under his breath as he thrust into her.

‘Yes…’ He panted, his fingers digging into the back of her thighs.

‘Please don’t stop.’ The words were whispered against her lips, muffled by their kiss. He hasn’t felt anything like this in a long time, he hadn’t expected to ever find anyone who makes him feel this good, this passionate about something.

‘I can’t take it anymore…’ With those thoughts filling his mind his movements grew rougher and quicker, his grip on her harder. A low growl escaped his throat and she gasped when he thrust harder and deeper inside of her.

He was close, he was going to come soon.

He pulled her head back just enough for him to see through half lidded eyes, her face twisted with lust and ecstasy, and he grinned widely, watching the change of expression on her face as he came deep inside of her.

He could still barely keep his eyes open, but he didn’t bother to try to stay conscious. After everything he’s gone through, he’d finally gotten some peace of mind and this was exactly where it belonged.

When she moved to lay her head on top of his chest he tightened his arms around her as she let out a contented sigh. He kissed the crown of her head tenderly, holding her tightly.

After a few minutes they settled into a comfortable silence broken only by their shallow breathing.

It wasn’t long until they both fell asleep. . .

‧₊˚✩ - Nuevillette, Zhongli, Xiao, Wriothesely, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Albedo, Megumi fushiguro, Itadori Yuji, dan heng, blade, sampo koski, and many more. . . !

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A/N: I had this in my drafts and it was already completed although I’m trying to get my requests written down but I cant bc I have writers block ATM. And also my schedule has been full almost every single day with work.

#anime #jujutsu kaisen #genshin impact smut #genshin impact 🪭 #jujutsu kaisen 🍥 #jujutsu kaisen smut #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro #neuvillette smut #nuevillette x reader #kazuha smut #kadehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao smut #xiao x reader #wriothesely x reader #scaramouche smut #albedo kreideprinz #albedo smut #itadori yuji smut #itadori yuji #hsr smut #blade smut #sampo koski smut #sampo koski #blade hsr #dan heng smut #dan heng hsr

[thatdeadaquarius]

"Oh my gosh do you sound like a sim to them??"

Me trying to place myself in their shoes:

"Why the fuck do I sound like a villager in Animal Crossing-- ARE THEY HEARING ANIMALESE WHEN I SPEAK?!"

(A.k.a I saw the previous ask and thought wait a minute. Two different worlds. Languages so similar but so different....... We're basically speaking animalese in another game/world lmfao)

(Bonus: Creator!Reader knows this and takes full advantage as their payback. Traveller magically understands and speaks back causing further pyschic confusion. Pretty sure soke brains have been melted among linguistic students in Sumeru)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM MY BELOVED IM SO LATE TO ATTEND TO YOU!! :'(

It has been a minute and yet, you remain my love!! Thank you for your patience, have a little scenario as my thanks for that and submitting the cool idea <3

Me @ you: ♥ ( ॢᵕ n ᵕ (꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ) mwah! /p

this gif is just really cute thats why its here.

also i have very little to add so its short but only bc im ✨uncreative✨ atm and ur ask alone is funny enough lmao, so once again, a scenario bc vine booms just a genius all on their own ✨️

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😭so you mean 😭 as revenge 😭 for this awful deed 😭 done to your speech 😭 you just start EMBRACING IT 😭😭😭PLEAASEEE-

PLEASE the traveler understands it!! 💀

Also if anyone reads this im so sorry ive flooded the sagau tag with language shenanigans LMAO

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Ever since you realized that the entirety of Teyvat sounds like Sims to you, (and the subsequent awful reckoning that you sound the same to them 😭) 

You have finally mentally recovered enough courage, and desperately shoved any embarrassment deep into your soul, to try and think of what to do about it

♤

You quickly found that people had 3 types of reactions to your speech,

 

1. They try to understand the nonsense like you trying to understand their Simlish, it really doesnt work, you wish you could tell them to give up and just gesture at you instead:

(ALHAITHAM he keeps trying then giving up then trying again lol, Diluc, ZHONGLI, Sara, Albedo, Candace, Dehya she thinks she’s gonna get it THIS time she swears-, Eula, Gorou, GANYU she feels bad lmao, Jean, AYAKA, keqing, kuki, Nahida, ningguang, AETHER, Thoma, xinyan, XIAO)

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2. They act like you when you hear animal crossing characters speak 💀 you can see the “omg so cute” sparkle in their eyes:

(KAZUHA, kokomi, barbara, KAEYA, ZHONGLI again lol he tries to hide it but you can see the tiny smile everytime you walk over and start ranting at him bc ur bored, Faruzan, GOROU, AYATO, YAE MIKO, keqing, LISA, mika, mona, KLEE literally loves you and you can tell shes always trying to get you to say something lol, Ei (archon), Rosaria she always SMIRKS and ur just- 😳, CHILDE the little shit giggles at ur misery, LUMINE AND AETHER U CANT TRUST EITHER OF THEM- , THOMA, SCARAMOUCHE BUT HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT BUT HE ALWAYS IS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO HIDE A TINY SMILE AND GOES A LITTLE PINK-!! SAME FOR XIAO LMAO)

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3. You know that tiktok audio thats like Isabella from Animal Crossing singing, and then someone’s like “uh-huh! YEAH! OKAY!!” yeah like that, but to you LMAO

(ITTO, Bennett, KAVEH, heizou, VENTI, Nilou she like nods after everything you say and makes sure you’re treated well in every conversation aw, qiqi, KLEE, Raiden (puppet) + Ei (archon), SHENHE no explanation needed, CYNO too, LUMINE, YELAN, yoimiya, yunjin)

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Alright i got tired sorry not everybody’s there lol^

So no matter the reaction, they all are a little bummed nobody can get you, 

…but then of. Fucking. Course. 

LUMINE/AETHER as ALWAYS get SPECIAL TREATMENT 

(there’s not a single person throughout all the nations, the archons, the allogenes, doesnt matter, who hasn’t felt a LITTLE pang of envy for this- bc as cute as you sound, goddamit they USED to understand you when you weren’t physically here, before you overcame the Universal Barrier AKA the computer screen lol)

AND THEY GET TO UNDERSTAND YOU.

The Sumeru linguistics department is grinding their teeth, Alhaitham straight up glares every time they translate for you lmao, Zhongli’s eye twitches at least once everytime they do so, Kazuha is literally trying to bribe them with cool places he’s seen that the traveler hasn’t so they’ll share the secret of how to understand you, Ningguang gets 10x chillier when they’re helping convos w/ you, Ei looks like she’s fucking pouting-

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Aether is just like 🤨?? For what?? I’m helping???

So confused he never gets what’s going on lol

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Lumine, on the other hand, is FULLY aware and smirks every time she’s so smug about it LMAO 

^ the embodiment of the cat surrounded by knives meme ^

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Ahhhh my exhibition is April 6th u guys!

May I finally rest in peace when that day comes 🪦

Cant wait to graduate and just have a regular job and not academia + deadlines 😭😫

Hope you guys have had a nice week or two!

Look out for more posts after the 6th :>

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

Short one but hope its fun my beloved!! :)

#so cursed #take ur revenge yes vine boom the way u think #everytime i think a little too hard abt ur anon name i giggle bc its from the blunt lang au lmao #my askers big brains>>> anything i post #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #my asks #genshin imagines #gender neutral reader #genshin isekai #genshin sagau ideas #genshin god reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #god i never remember all the tags i need to put dammit

[fakeuwus]

GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #fakeuwus #jake fic #jake enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun #enhypen au #enha #fanfic #fem reader

[baddygab-bi]

Honestly, even setting aside the whole Buddie of it all, it all sounded like such an out of the blue, poorly conceived idea. So she might have been a nun and he’s got a problem with that? Is it because he hasn’t bothered to get to know her and now he’s shocked she didn’t tell him something and he doesn’t actually know her? Or because they in theory can’t fuck? Because both of those are questionable at best.

I agree with you about how the show just made Buck bi, so they are likely to double down on Eddie being “straight,” and in theory they have kept her around for SOME REASON because she’s had what five seconds of screen time and a couple mentions that she babysat Chris. And yet she’s still “there.” They actually did more to develop a relationship between Eddie and Tommy in one episode than they’ve done to develop the disaster with Marisol the whole time she’s been around. So who knows. It’s really late in the game to try and develop this now. They had chances and didn’t take it. So how would you ever get the audience on board? Tim already stated he doesn’t like relationships where the love interest can’t be involved in the story other than being a love interest. Idk it all seems like a waste of time to me lol

As far as the Buck coming out to Eddie scene, imo calling him brother (and hugging him and telling him he loves him brother - also in the supposed script) really seems like it could be Eddie reacting in a “I have to make this okay and reassure him of our unending connection” and that’s the only language he has for what they are atm.

But who knows if any of it is actually real. They change things all the time anyway.

I just think they could do a couple having intimacy issues without it being based on something super religiousy, you know? Like fine if it is, but also, it would show her more as a human if she was like “Yeah, you know, I’m just scared of being that vulnerable with someone.” Boom, we’d have character for her, which as of right now, we have none of.

I don’t think they know how to develop her character, and with that, the fine details of the relationship, with the lack of time that she has. We know she spends a lot of time with Chris, and that she and Eddie are close enough for her to be around all the time for stuff, but that’s about it. If they had built her like a real character I think I’d give more of a shit about her.

Dude, I swear when I wrote my brother examples I wrote “I love you, brother” first but then erased it because I thought it was too on the nose. Glad to know the writers and I are writing the exact same show when it comes to dialogue. I think that as of right now, the show is making Eddie straight just to make him straight. But I think in season 8, if they want to (pleaseeee) they could easily walk back Eddie calling him brother. It just feels very pointed that Buck is now bi and Eddie calls him brother when they haven’t ever called each other that (since early season 2) before. Almost like the show saying “look, Buck can like guys, can kiss guys, just not this one.”

Season 7 is fully written. But season 8 hasn’t even been started yet. We can only hope that they don’t do anything irreversible to Buddie this season.

#911 spoilers #911 abc #911 leaked script stuff

[wisteriagoesvroom]

highlights from ruth buscombe's podcast interview (or, views from a strategist baddie on the track)

listened to the ruth buscombe - the former ferrari, haas and sauber strategist - pitstop podcast over lunch and intended to make only a few notes, but she’s so sharp and funny that i ended up scribbling loads. anyway, enjoy:

ruth’s on gardening leave atm (hasn’t said where she’s going yet. peep the quadrant hoodie tho...). they have long gardening leave because strategists and engineers have so much proprietary info on the cars, they’re usually allowed at least a year to wait it out so they don’t (in theory) bring the intel with them

ruth worked with the FIA to build and simulate where the DRS zones should be because DRS used to be a free for all across the whole track. crazy to imagine huh

on planning for a race vs being reactive: if other teams make a “wrong” strategy in a race or something unexpected like change their number of pitstops, you’d have to be fluid in responding to that or it fucks your race too. she used daniel in shanghai (?) one year as an example

ruth was with seb for his first ferrari win!! legend. there were a number of personnel changes when he arrived and then she was “left holding the strategy baby [for that race] and i was like — okay!” lol. “this was after 2014 a winless season and you don’t want that because you bring shame upon the whole of italy”. aksjsksks.

kinda wild tho. ruth called for the two stop in sepang that resulted in seb’s race win and was 25 when this happened. making the calls like that is so impressive

on vegas: the maths of poker is the same as the maths of strategy (what!!!!! incredible)

she worked with charles and says he’s a very genuine guy, and very talented obviously

they ask her about the lewis ferrari signing and she drops the lore that lewis had actually been in talks with them ages ago, before the merc era. “maybe this [urge] has always been there”.

she was a DIEHARD mclaren fan and went to the ferrari job interview as practice but ended up saying yes to ferrari 💀💀 “ferrari carbed and ice creamed their way to my heart. and they showed me the factory bits you don’t normally see” she’s so real. “i went to ferrari for the interview and then mclaren. like the old grey mclaren not the cool one now. people thought something was wrong with me cus i grew up loving mclaren and then i was going to work at ferrari” AHHAHAKSKSKKSKS

kind of hilariously, she gets motion sickness from watching and monitoring the sim side of the engineering, which is kinda why she switched to the strategy side. the switch happened after one of the races with nando and massa, she proposed unsealing a gearbox on one of the cars, a legal thing, and it got the team a good result so that was history

she thinks max will win based on pace advantage this year cus of the braking evolution this year

2026 is gonna be a huge change in the reg cus of the power unit

all the sacrifice is for race day because it’s such a punishing career travel and time-wise. “if you do not see pressure as a privilege this is probably not the job for you”

on diversity: there’s a study from before liberty media’s takeover that said “the average f1 fan is a 53 year old white male blue collar worker who lived in coventry”. and now there’s a much wider range of fans. and also directly references lewis’s mission 44 as helping to broaden reach.

“drivers are like children. you cannot say who’s your favourite child otherwise you cause like, years of therapy. even if you like one child better than the other you should never say” HELP HAHAH

she troubleshooted a (sauber?) race during one of her first races, there was nothing was loading on the pit wall screens. she’s furiously checking the backend. lights out and they had no numbers. then “the lord sent me an aborted start”. turns out it was a timezone setting issue in the computers. crazy stuff. they ended up going from the back to p6 (!!)

on joining the career ladder as a strategist: there is no strategy school so it’s about learning skills you need to do the job. e.g. doing a maths or computing degree etc. she did the formula student challenge when they build a f1 car

random but: “the first time ross brawn sent me an email i printed it out. best. day. of my life.” 😂

on strategy calls and being able to adapt for different tracks: “as a strategist you do not want to be a one trick pony. you want like. a whole field of ponies”

(the end. loved her perspective. hope we get more in the future!! the whole thing is 100% worth listening to if you have the time.)

#women in motorsport #ruth buscombe #f1 #f1blr

[oshiawaseni]

with the “control your heart” thing being unaddressed (and deku’s unwillingness to talk about his feelings surrounding bakugou in general), do you think in this war something will come up that’ll make deku unable to avoid it anymore? like if bakugou SEES how deku acts when he’s hurt/insulted (any other time he was either unconscious or not there like his scream after the kidnapping or black whip/danger sense) that’ll cause deku to have to address it at some point when they talk? we already got a “reveal” from AFO to bakugou about deku’s feelings but bakugou has yet to see it, and i think he’ll be the one to help deku control his heart

He will figure it out, probably almost has. While I don’t think Kacchan will ever know the full story of how Izuku’s been about him, I’m sure something will happen during this fight that will make him understand there’s a bit more to it than futilely dashing into danger to save him. He’s seen that insanity twice. Shiggy also gave him another missing piece by reminiscing how angry Izuku got. I think he would be both confused and conflicted by ShiggyAFO’s statement of being the closest person to Izuku, but hasn’t had too much time to reflect on it yet.

But when he does, I imagine he’ll know it deep down to be true, and that his feelings for Izuku have also been the same. That despite rejecting Izuku, he still somehow viewed him as his closest person and best friend too, in the farthest corner of his heart.

Their relationship has been this kind of twisted all their lives. I mean who were those other kids? They didn’t know him, understand him, look out for him, believe in him or hold him accountable the way Izuku does. When Kacchan came to learn how much Izuku adores him he finally appreciated all of these things about him that he once considered annoying and must have thought: “Shit. The nerd really has been my best friend this entire time.”

So since DvK2, I think Kacchan has been processing and reprocessing them, continuously turning over in his head what he is to Izuku and what Izuku is to him, until eventually he just gave up and this is where it starts to get really shippy: gave into the undeniable love for Izuku that he now knows he’s always had inside and was impossible to run away from.

My point is that after all of this self-reflection, Kacchan is probably the one who can understand and accept how they both feel the most. He could be given new information such as Izuku going berserk over him or being in love with him and accept it as fact more easily. He knows Izuku loves him even if the nature of it is undefinable.

Izuku’s case is somewhat different… Kacchan has only just rediscovered his childhood love and recently started to express it and I think it’s still a lot to take in for Izuku atm because for a large chunk of his life he has been battling with conflicting feelings of admiration, rejection and pain that were born from loving and cherishing a person so dearly, who seemed to have only hated and bullied him. So Izuku would find Kacchan loving him much harder to believe.

That’s why he said “You don’t have to force yourself Kacchan, Deku is fine.” to Kacchan’s “De-Izuku.” Because in Japanese there is intimacy in using a first name by itself. He finds it a little difficult to believe Kacchan would ever want to be by his side, though he has hoped for it pretty much since forever ago.

Sorry this has run on a bit of a tangent, but I think (with all that said!!!) everything, whatever that entails, is going to come out in the wash. That’s the point of showing us they have mutual hidden feelings for each other in the first place. And there is going to be a lot of questions Izuku will have to answer to, lol.

So I do feel the same way as you. Kacchan will soon see firsthand how much Izuku can lose control for him and I think that he will also be the person that grounds him if he gets too crazy or self-sacrificial. He’s been at the forefront in batting for Izuku’s safety and wanting to cleanse Izuku of his toxic relationship with himself. He knows it needs to be him to do this. It can only be him. I think these sentiments, still lingering from chapters 284-285 to 319-322, will again be a really important theme for them.

Btw, isn’t it interesting that there just so happens to be another person near Kacchan’s battlefield with a missing piece to this puzzle besides Shiggy/AFO, who knows what, or rather who, triggers Izuku the most…

The biggest gossip junkie constantly running off with his mouth… Always got a lot to say, huh?

I wonder if he will have anything to say about this…

#bakudeku #Ty anon #anons? I assumed same person #asks #Kacchan loves deku #Deku loves kacchan #long post #kinda… my brain overflows with bkdk brainrot like black whip #afureeeeruuuuu #op #Bnha meta #monoma #Monoma neito #Monoma kun are you going to stir shit with bkdk again 🤔 #I kinda hope he does I want them to know and to know they know damnit 😂 #if horikoshi doesn’t utilise him in this way I’ll write my own oneshot because it would be interesting ✌️ #must read meta

[murderoushagthesequel]

The Only Good Thing

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, warning (827 words)

this one also really got away from me if you couldn't tell lol. i also... cried while writing this (it has a happy ending i swear) i'm just emotional atm lol... anywayyyyy enjoy lovlies <3

“You aren’t listening to me!” Regulus cries desperately. He wants James to scream and yell and run away from him, but every attempt Regulus makes to push him away, he just comes closer. “I’m only going to hurt you,” he mumbles. Regulus hangs his head, letting the anger and frustration seep out of him, giving up.

“The only person being hurt here is you, love,” James’ warm voice says. Regulus tries to hold himself together. Those words cut deeper than he ever would’ve expected them to. ��I think you need to let yourself have good things sometimes.” Regulus falls to his knees and sobs into his hands. He needs to get away from James. He doesn’t want to taint the one good thing left in his life but he’s so tired. His body has had enough.

James sits down on the floor next to him and wraps his arms around him. Regulus pathetically falls into his chest, selfishly seeking all the warmth and love that James will offer him right now. James doesn’t say anything else, just sitting and rubbing light circles on his back. He isn’t running away, even when Regulus is in this awful state. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or far, far worse. 

“You’re the only good thing I have left, James,” he chokes out. “I can’t ruin that.”

“You need to give yourself more credit. You don’t ruin things, Reg.”

“But I do!” he protests, sitting up again and avoiding eye contact. “My brother is gone, my parents don’t love me, the whole school hates me-” He slumps down again. “Hell, the only thing that hasn’t gone wrong is I didn’t run off and join the Death Eaters or something,” he chuckles a bit at that, how bad does one's life have to get that just not being a Death Eater is the only upside?

“None of that was your fault,” James says softly. “Just please, let me love you, Regulus.” Regulus’ continued tirade of self-doubt catches in his throat. He takes a chance and looks into James’ eyes. They’re swimming with so much sadness. He caused that. He was right, James should’ve heeded his warnings.

James takes a deep breath and looks away. Regulus braces himself for the rejection he knows is coming. James bites his lip and flexes his hands on his knees.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it,” he starts, fiddling with his fingers, “but you’re the only good thing in my life.” Regulus feels the tears silently begin to flow down his face again. That can’t be right. “Things are pretty shitty right now to be honest,” he laughs, but partway through it breaks and turns into a sob. “Please don’t leave me alone.” And how can Regulus deny that?

“No, fuck, don’t cry,” he says, holding James’ face in his hands like it’s made of glass. “It’s going to be okay, Jamie, I promise,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Fuck it. If this is the hand they’re both dealt, they need to hold on to each other. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll never leave you again.” James looks up at him then.

“You won’t?” Regulus uses all the energy he has left to summon a shaky smile on his face as he nods. 

“I could never really leave you, James,” he admits. “That’s why I asked you to leave me.” James doesn’t say anything so Regulus takes a deep breath and continues. “I could never leave somebody I love so much.” Regulus doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before he’s being kissed by James Potter. It feels like a breath of fresh air after living underground his whole life. His heartbeat quickens and his whole body trembles, but it’s strangely comforting.

They’re both too exhausted to put any real heat into it, but all their raw emotions are still spilled out to each other in a silent exchange. Their faces are both stained with tears and they’re quivering from the weight of their emotions. James moves his lips slowly against Regulus’ and it makes him believe that they really do have all the time in the world, if they only let themselves. James presses his hands firmly against Regulus’ back and Regulus simply melts into him. He’s officially hopeless for James Potter. 

James pulls back and rests his forehead against Regulus’, both of them breathing heavily, inhaling each other’s exhales. It’s the most intimate thing Regulus has ever experienced and yet, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, it feels like this is where he was always meant to be.

“You’re my home, Regulus,” James whispers, barely loud enough to hear. “I love you more than words can describe.” James settles down on his back and Regulus burrows his head into his chest. They spend the night whispering love declarations in the dark and sharing lazy kisses. Their lives are both shit, but they finally have each other.

#goddamn i haven't written a kiss in a while #i gotta do that more often #meant to spend like 10 minutes on this and instead i spent over an hour SOOOO #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy #jegulus fluff #jegulus angst #ig? #regulus black #james potter #angst #fluff #fluff and angst #boys in love #marauders #marauders era #marauders microfic #microfic #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #james loves regulus #regulus loves james #they make my heart hurt #dead gay wizards

[midnightbrightside]

Look here’s part of my interpretation of Krisnix

Particularly Phoenix’s feelings towards towards him

My headcanon is the timeline goes a bit like this

Year 1: I don’t know how I got disbarred but Kris is the only one who believes in me so I like him, I’m gonna cling to them for support

Year 2: Ok Kris is looking kind of sus but I’m just gonna ignore that since Edgeworth still hasn’t had time to visit me. Sure there’s something else I’m missing

Year 3: Ok the signs are pointing to Kris but if I just zeno my thinking some other factors/excuses will materialize

Year 4: ok no all the signs are saying he did it out of spite but if I just huff enough copium the facts will change and the only person who’s been able to support me in person and not through time zone screwed phone calls and e-mails won’t be the one who ruined my life

Year 5: Ok so the facts haven’t changed and he’s an asshole but I’ll fix him like I fixed Edgeworth. He says he cares about me so it must be true (after all wanting something to be true really badly makes it true right?) I’ll fix him!

Year 6-7: ok being around him is very weird and I’m upset he disbarred me but I need to figure out what his tragic background is so I can fix him, then I can reform the court system and he can be like Edgeworth except he doesn’t leave me for Europe 😤

*Kris commits murder*

Phoenix: … so I guess I can’t fix him :/

I genuinely think for a least a while Nick had to have some kind of fix it mindset with him

I mean Edgybaby was said to have forged evidence and Nick didn’t really care. I really think murder was the final nail in the coffin

Thoughts? Is this a valid timeline? I know some people like it where Nick realizes what happened immediately and just hated Kris internally all 7 years but to me that’s boring

I have even more complicated thought of Kris’ thoughts of Nick so look out

this is so real and also mostly how i see phoenix' s thoight process tbh!! especially the years of ignoring red flags only to then try and "fix him", he'll drag out the denial as long as possible. besides hes dealt w corrupt guys before, he was willing to give edgeworth for a lot, and its very possible he didnt know kristoph was capable of murder until turnabout trump.

and fuck how DEVASTATING must that be? to spend years knowing someone intimately and being willing to overlook all of the signs because the support and companionship they offer is more reliable and consistent than anything youve had before? only to end up feeling like you dont know them at all (might be working on a little drawing about that atm actually 👁👁 work is hell tho and slowing me down so much)

#ask #oreocookiezzz

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

morinel for the alternate intros :D

morinel my beloved!

okay so most realistic is a variation on the helf intro, but i’m going to make it ✨different✨ because i can and also i feel like being mean.

so, you get a black screen, and the white text with: eregion, midwinter, 1697.

(listen—)

your character is in the Army that gil-galad ended up sending to help out, (not the one that is helped by numenor, just the elves of lindon, that hide in imladris) which ended up coming too late (but no one knows that yet).

the army is probably not *super* close to caras gelebren/ost-in-edhil, but close enough to see it burning in the distance.

the intro probably starts with you talking to A Friend before A Messenger tells you ‘hey, congrats, you got picked to go on this scouting mission, now go find morinel.’

when you find her, you note that she looks exhausted, like she hasn’t slept in several days probably but then neither have half the people in charge.

she tells you that she’s leading a little group to scope out the area before the whole rest of the army moves in, and she could use someone of your skill set. (+ bonus/special dialogue for champs&rks, probably)

she has you take a couple messages to a couple different people to Co-ordinate things probably (ft maybe elf politics) and to rest afterward. either the next day or several hours later, after you rest, it’s Time and you assemble at morinel’s lil tent.

you’re the first one there, which results in the the little combat tutorial. the dialogue is probably something to the effect of: hey, new person, you look nervous. want to deal with it by sparring?

once morinel is satisfied that you’re doing fine enough, she’s like. this is not going to be easy. it’s gonna suck. but we have to. slowly, the other people going with y’all filter in, and it’s time to head out.

a bit of a skip, you’re sorted into pairs, and, naturally, you’re paired with morinel and she tells you that the two of you have to be Real Careful ™ because eventually you’ll be going as close to the gates as you guys can.

you kill 0/8 orcs, and click the highlighted spots that are various “this path is not well guarded” “this area has lots of sentries” etc etc. yall end up getting REAL close to the gates.

then, ++++dread and morinel is like aw FUCK, and is like move/hide literally now or we’re SO doomed. (the two of you hide in a bush? in a tree? who knows, i don’t remember the hiding mechanics in game atm)

but just as you get out of sight—

BOOM!

the big gates open, and Mátshakha is striding out down the path (you don’t know this till much later, but she is very much on thin fucking ice with sauron rn). a bunch of orcs and high ranking banner guards following and you’re like oh okay. why were the refugees so—

and then there’s the banner :) made out of a whole elf :) which adds a lot more dread and then morinel is like we have to go NOW because we won’t be able to get out if we stay.

morinel debriefs you a bit, and you notice she’s real shaken but you don’t have much time to think about it.

this could cross fade to the present and end there and dump you out with bregolleth in swanfleet maybe OR segue into the Main Helf Intro in mordor, where morinel is either fulfilling a harthalín type role or just one of the npcs hanging out at the front of the alliance like cirdan, with maybe a quick little line of dialogue.

also. i am. unsure how much this actually follows the game lore of the fall of eregion/ost-in-edhil vs my own vs silm/HoME but. tis whatever. :)

#og post #ask game reply tag #morinel

[lilolilyr]

ANSWER MY RIDDLES SIXTEEN (or not lol pls only answer all of them if you want to)

5. something in fiction that reads like poetry

28. a book you wish you could read as a beginner again

42. a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end

43. a book that you have read more than three times

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

54. a book with the best opening line

55. a book with a satisfying ending

60. a book that you think about at 3 am

66. a book that fucked you up

70. your favourite poetry collection

74. your favourite love triangle

80. a book that reminds you of a loved one

90. the longest book you've read

99. a book with a strong female protagonist

119. your favourite summer read

131. tag somebody with whom you would want to buddy read a book

Ohhhhhhh Dayum that sure is an ask xD I’ll try my best adsfghjkl

Ask meme

5 Ok already the first one i go completely Blank on? Wtf reads like poetry?? What Does That Even Mean 🙈

28 as a beginner like as someone who hasn’t read any books yet?? Or for the first time? I wish I could read LotR for the first time again. I remember I’ve even read all the songs and long tree descriptions and everything because I was so in the story I couldn’t miss a single word, and I’ve skipped most of them every time since, and usually just watch the movies instead anyway lmao

42 scream in a good or bad way? Bad way so many Deutschunterricht Bücher. Homo Faber in particular.

Good way most of the discworld books recently!

43 & 50 Sara, die kleine Prinzessin <3 used to borrow it each time I was at the local library as a kid

Oh and also Isola by Isabel Abedi! It’s been a while and I don’t really remember the plot all that well but I remember reading it a lot. Maybe I should give it another re-read!

54 “The wind howled, lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin” - Terry Pratchett: Wyrd Sisters

(Tbh it’s the only book I physically have on me atm and so the only first sentence I could check. But. I think it’s pretty good!)

55 If it hasn’t got a satisfying ending I don’t like itttt, honestly everything I’ve already answered could go here too…

60 the fucking house of night side stories haunt me

66 oh god oh fuck I don’t remember the name because halfway through I put it Behind the other books in my shelf in my childhood bedroom so I’d never have to look at it again but. It was about what if ‘ageing’ got a cure and everyone was basically suddenly immortal and obvs we don’t have the resources for that kind of population and wars and fucked up politics and killings and ghettos and oh my god

70 I actually tend to read poems either online and then it’s not a collection but more going through Google images of a particular author like K Le Guin, or checking out old poetry books from free book thingies where I maybe won’t like them all that much most of the time but they’re still kinda interesting? But couldn’t name a fav

74 love triangle or love angle? Poly 📐 from books I can’t think of anything canon or hc? And ‘love triangle’ ~oh who will she be end up with’ angles I just can’t stand. But most well written of these kinds of situations is definitely Panem because it’s not actually about the picking the boy but rather picking the kind of life Katniss wants to live

80 5 Freunde makes me think of my parents bc I have all their old books <3 and Lola makes me think of my sister because i used to read that series out loud for her

90 I know for sure I’ve read fanfics longer than any book I might’ve read!

99 hunger games. Oh, also anything from Trudi Canavan, especially the Age of the Five series. Many great women there and I love the witch best

119 what on earth is a summer read? XD but some other fav books of mine are

- Lies we Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley, an interracial lesbian story set in the US during the segregation

- Dracula by Bram Stoker. Seriously if you haven’t read it yet do so it’s amazing. I love seeing all the Dracula daily memes now, when I read it years ago most ppl just knew some movies that have nothing to do with the original plot and the original is great!

- Erebos by Ursula Poznanski. That one just… I couldn’t put it down, it’s so thrilling and good.

131 I’m not sure I’d want to buddy read a book with anyone because if Dracula daily taught me anything, then that I am incapable of reading on a schedule xD I really tried to re-read it with the emails. But nope. But theoretically, on a we‘d-probably-vibe-with-the-same-stories-&-enjoy-chatting-about-them kind of way, I’d have a bookclub with you and @lavendelhummel @squishmittenficfan @purlturtle @mimi-mindless @die-schwanenkoenigin @wellsbering :)

And if you guys liked these qs, the ask meme is here, if you reblog it I’ll send some your way!

Thx so much for the ask Ela! <3

#ask the blogger #book ask #Book rec ask #f #answered #24.10.23 #25.10.23 #toboldlynerd #mine #non anon #ask meme ask #books

[istgpleaseshutup]

Mysterious Girl // Nathan Young x Reader

(A/N: hey everyone! this is my first time making an imagine so please bare with me, please tell me if i am doing this good or something IDK BUT ENJOY side note - look AT THE GIF OMFG also i am so sorry if this sucks, it is 1:30 atm)

Request: So I have an idea for Nathan Young, where he always talks about his mysterious girlfriend that no one has meet but they always see him come out/in of this car. Only for one day she gets there early and walks in to greet him and it’s all cute while the others are confused and are like “what?!?”

Thank you so much for the request, requests are open, hope everyone enjoys!!

Warnings: Kind of fluff?Cursing ofc, my horrible spelling, idk if that's it tell me if there is more!

Mysterious Girl // Nathan Young x Reader

I hear stories from Nathan about how Nathan's semi-friends talk about a mysterious girl dropping Nathan off everyday for his community service. Nathan tells his friends that it's his girlfriend, but no one believes him. They make fun of him instead since they never met the girl and there is no proof of her other than a car. Well the "mysterious" girl is me, and I have always wanted to meet his peers, but never got the chance to because I had to leave right away for work. But today was different. I got off work a bit early and I decided to meet Nathan’s friends.

When I pull up to the building, I park, turn my car off, and walk into the building that I drop and pick up Nathan everyday. I got inside I decided to wait on a chair that was in the entrance. I start looking around as I started hearing voices come closer to me. I see a group that had 2 girls, and 3 guys in it, including Nathan. I smiled as I see him joking around with the unknown people.

"Y/n!" He says, walking faster as he sees me. I stand up and run over to him and he picks me up using my butt as something to hold me up. I laugh, kissing him. He puts me down and eagerly turns to the people stunned to see what was happening.

"Who is that?" A girl speaks, but you can't really understand a word she says.

"This is my girlfriend," I smile, but I was very confused why everyone’s eyes were wide. "you know the one that you guys wouldn't believe me-" Nathan gets cut off by the other girl.

"Yeah- no I believed you, I just didn't think she would look like- that." She says.

“In a good way?” I ask, hoping they say yes.

“Yes of course in a good way. No one would think Nathan would date someone as good looking as you.” The girl speaks, but again I could barely translate what she was saying.

"Yeah I thought she would be some old grandmother again." The taller guy says.

"Again?" I ask turning to Nathan growing even more confused.

"Doesn't matter, but everyone this is Y/n, babe meet Simon, don't be afraid he always looks like he wants to do weird shit to you.” I felt a little bad for Simon as he hasn’t spoke at all this whole time.“There is Kelly, Alisha, and Curtis."

"Sorry for being so shocked, we expected either someone a lot uglier, or- just- not you." Alisha says.

"It's okay,” I think? I say to myself. “It's lovely to meet you guys." I smile and grab Nathan's hand and we start walking away, back to my car. "That was something."

"Yeah why the hell do they think I would only shag ugly people?" Nathan asks, trying to think of any possible answer. We get in the car and I look at him.

"You're welcome for proving them wrong." I say, grabbing his face for a kiss.

The end

THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR, and again thank you so much for requesting this! I literally wanted to like explode writing like kissing things idk why but anyways THANK YOU I love you guys :)

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x reader #robert sheehan #robert sheehan x reader #the road within #the umbrella academy #y/n #nathan #young #fluff in a way

[cooingcrow]

Update

Hey, been a hot minute, hasn’t it? How you doing, lovelies? I’ve been-- I’ve been... Oh boy have I been. Still trying to get my mental health under control. Atm I’m weaning off of some meds that I suspect might be giving me some problems, unfortunately it’s my ADHD meds and now my brain is all sorts of haha confused. We’ll seen real soon if that’s what the problem was. 

Heck it’s hard to focus right now, but you know, I been getting some decent work done recently. Haven’t felt like working on any of my shorter stories or fan fics I wanted to pump out, but that’s because I’ve been testing a new program to help me with outlining. Plottr, it has a tagging system to it so that tickles my brain nicely, yeeeees. I’m doing some hard stress testing with it by helping me plan a book, one that’s part of a series I’ve had on my mind for some time now. We got a transbian werewolf, a rootin tootin sharp shooten cowgirl, the gay mafia, and a spider mommy. In the center of it all we mostly follow a poor woman stuck in the middle of it all with a magic book that has all her secrets, but she’s the only one who can’t read it. But hey, at least it comes with an annoying magic bird, right?

The world I’m crafting is one I’ve had on my mind for ages but I’m now getting around to starting to solidify it. I want it to exist and if I’m not in the headspace to write, I can at least plan. I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing it. If I have to be honest, I’d like to do a few short stories beforehand to score some more practice before getting into something as big as this. Still, I’m having a lot of fun putting the pieces together. I just need to get past the med situation because I have noooo idea what to expect for my health in the near future. I just know that right now I’m stuck with weekly anxiety attacks and that blows. 

Anyways, hopefully I’ll have more updates coming soon, especially for the writing. I’m just craving to write another poly pairing but you know, way messier than my FE fic. I’m feeling inspired by a friend to make my work more bitey. Like, damn these girls gay and have problems. Kissing is probably not going to fix this (it might actually make some things worse) but--

(My head is fuzzy right now from the meds. If this post doesn’t make sense, do a homie a favor and pretend that it did. Please and thank you) :)

#update #plottr #writing #trans #poly #on my gay shit again

[punkscowardschampions]

Bea & Fraze Pt.5

Fraze: [I would feel bad for you Ro getting bossed about but I don’t hen, sucks to suck, love that it’s may atm sometime so we have the freedom to say that the weather isn’t entirely horrid]

Bea: [you love it, you nerd, then once y’all are done you can vibe ‘til your bathtime moment so that’s as much sorted as you can, good weather freedom is always helpful, tis true]

Bea: how is he?

Fraze: Ears are still 🐘

Fraze: how are you?

Bea: have your father to thank for that

Bea: same as always, of course, why?

Fraze: why am I asking? ‘Cause I give a shit, same as always

Bea: cute

Bea: what are you doing after, are you going back out?

Fraze: do you wanna?

Bea: maybe

Bea: if they’re staying in

Fraze: get your swim team bezzie to keep him busy for us

Bea: if I thought her reaction would be to go out and find something or someone to do herself

Bea: you know it’ll be a lot of staying in bed moping at first

Fraze: long as she’s out of our way, don’t matter with what

Bea: she’ll be jealous, if she reckons we’re getting too close, it’ll be all the snide comments

Fraze: nothing you can’t handle

Bea: I’m not worried for myself, just if she’s overheard and any of it rings true

Fraze: come on, nobody cares what she’s got to say, it’s been fuck all but bullshit for ages

Bea: yeah as long as we don’t give her anything to actually see or hear herself

Fraze: and we’re not gonna, so it’s fine, don’t worry

Bea: yeah, alright

Fraze: Where you taking me then?

Bea: oh, so you get… however long, to plan and I get no time at all

Fraze: you don’t need none, you’re the smart one

Bea: there’s no need for flattery, cheater, won’t change the massive advantage you gave yourself

Fraze: your unfair advantage is I’d go anywhere, even school, to be with you

Bea: if that’s the bar

Bea: slightly insulting but again, you said it so nicely

Fraze: I was gonna say I’d walk over broken glass, that’s honestly the bar, but it’s full on when you’re trying to think

Bea: [whatever year Ro is in rn] homework is SO challenging

Bea: I’ll not make you prove it

Fraze: you know I’ve got nothing left to prove

Bea: I know how distracting that is to my thoughts

Fraze: yeah

Bea: I don’t mind being distracted, when it’s you

Fraze: you need distracting, you become a headcase when I don’t

Bea: why do you always call me that

Fraze: it’s true, I’ve never met someone as wound up who hasn’t properly gone to bits

Bea: considering the comparison there is your sister, that’s not an achievement 

Fraze: exactly, it’s nothing to be proud of

Bea: ha

Fraze: but stick with me, kid

Fraze: I won’t have no reason to call you a headcase no more

Bea: stick to yourself, boy

Fraze: don’t start rowing with us 

Bea: I’m not starting anything

Fraze: good

Bea: bye

Fraze: your loss, babe

Bea: Super convincing

Fraze: your mind’s made up already, like

Bea: no shit

Fraze: what would I waste my time, and yours, for then?

Bea: just waste it being a dick so I don’t want to go anywhere with you

Bea: if that’s your priority, have fun, like I said

Fraze: I wasn’t, you’re being oversensitive and jumping down my throat now you’ve sat down with them and had tea

Bea: can’t be oversensitive if I don’t care

Fraze: who do you reckon you’re convincing of what with that?

Bea: I can think of plenty of ways to fill my time, I don’t need any help

Fraze: go ahead, I’ll stop offering none

Bea: we’re both busy, there’s no need to carry this on

Fraze: [leave that unanswered like the petty bitch you are lol]

Bea: [one way to get y’all to chill for a sec lmao, would you like to do the JoeRay side of this, like, what y’all are up to ‘cos of the Amber Heard etc, we could do, as we’re here]

Fraze: [we can do, we might need to just make sure we’re on the same page re vibes cos all we’ve done is that gig convo and nothing since but I’m down to]

Bea: [yeah and that was 2 years ago, so fair lol, just a suggestion, we can keep bazing if you’d rather, don’t mind either way tbh]

Fraze: [it makes sense to do that side of this too rn I just don’t wanna assume shit about the entire 2 years that you’re then like um wtf lol]

Bea: [i kinda forgot that skip was quite that big ngl, and I’d probably need to reread too]

Fraze: [when we did the baze convo this has jumped off of they were gonna be a couple and suicide pact it for those 2 years which isn’t the energy now so, we can just stick with baze for now if you want, that’ll be easier]

Bea: [forget my lil detour there then, back to these hoes and at least you can take now to go have your own bath before all the gross kids come through and get that bathroom filthy, ‘cos you haven’t had time yet and no one else will wanna so early]

Fraze: [meanwhile you go back out and find your friends until you have to be back in properly for curfew whatever time that is, stay out of her way]

Bea: [ahh to be a teen and have stupid lil arguments, at least there’s truly plenty you can be doing, even if you are silently seething whilst you do it and he’s out and about gallivanting, scheme some more with this hoe for Joseph, if nothing else]

Fraze: [pissed all over our cute spring vibes we were just talking about, rude bitches, thankfully joeray don’t care about personal hygiene because Joe’s too gross and Ray’s too depressed so you won’t have to fight to have your own shower when you get back and then you can go to your room because nobody’s expecting any different by that o clock]

Bea: [oh lads, the mess, the drama]

Fraze: [catch him trying to just mindlessly game or mindlessly watch tv as if this is any other boring night though cos what else are you gonna do, stop being stubborn and resolve this? Of course not]

Bea: Who was out?

Fraze: Why do you care?

Bea: ‘cos it’s relevant

Fraze: no it ain’t

Bea: it is too

Fraze: now you ain’t too busy you reckon it is, don’t mean it is

Bea: I was talking to [the bitch] and she said her cousin is [one of his mates who may or may not have been there]

Bea: that’s all

Fraze: that’s nothing to do with me

Bea: you’re really being helpful

Bea: I thought this was our plan

Fraze: you don’t need my help

Bea: I need to know what he’s like, I don’t know him

Fraze: he’s her cousin not her ex, he’s got fuck all to do with this

Bea: yeah but she wants to take me with on their first date and obviously I can’t just be there tagging along, Joe isn’t that stupid

Fraze: nor am I, you can fuck off if you reckon I’m gonna matchmake you and one of my mates

Bea: it’s not as if it’s real, I just need to know if it’ll be entirely intolerable 

Fraze: you heard us, fuck off

Bea: 🙄 be like that

Fraze: how the fuck else do you expect me to be?

Fraze: he’ll chat enough real bullshit whatever happens and I’ll have to do him in, which’ll be real enough too

Bea: it’s just hanging out

Fraze: I can’t be no clearer about this

Bea: if your friend is a liar that’s your problem

Bea: I don’t need permission to go if I want to

Fraze: it’s his, and he won’t be a mate of mine if he goes anywhere with you

Bea: because that’s not obvious as fuck

Fraze: I have been this whole time, why the fuck would I care or stop now?

Bea: do you think no one is going to ask me out in the next 5 years, like?

Fraze: none of my mates are gonna be doing the asking, not unless they wanna get beaten up

Fraze: other cunts you’ll say no to and long as they take that, we won’t have a problem

Bea: not if it’s somewhere I wanna go

Fraze: I’ll take you the places you wanna go

Bea: when you aren’t pissing off out in a mood

Fraze: when you ain’t too busy to bother with me

Bea: ‘cos that’s what happened

Fraze: What happened is I pointed out you was a headcase before and even though you’ve as good as admitted it’s true when we’re not together, instead of, you turned back into one

Bea: you just don’t want to say sorry because you believe your own bullshit

Fraze: I’ve got nothing to say it for ‘cause I ain’t sorry

Fraze: I started the day chucking [his short lived gf] and you’re ending it talking about hanging out with [his mate]

Fraze: I dunno what else there is for us to chat about if you can’t see how fucked that is

Bea: I said I’d hang out with him to help tear apart your fucking freaky brother and sister, not that I was gonna go get off with him just for fun

Fraze: she’s older than you she don’t need your fucking backup, her and him can just hang out, without you near either of ‘em

Bea: so you tell her, seeing as that’s what you do, tell everyone what to do

Fraze: yeah, I’m the cunt ‘cause you can’t let me have 1 good day with you from start to finish

Bea: well I’m a headcase, right, what do you expect

Fraze: nothing now, do what the fuck you want, Bea

Bea: gee, thanks

Fraze: [don’t reply boy, you’re too angry, just leave it]

Bea: Why are you acting like you’re dumb?

Fraze: Why can’t you shut up?

Bea: you’re incapable of sorting anything

Fraze: I’ve already said everything I’m gonna say on the subject, it ain’t my fault you’re incapable of accepting that

Bea: no one else called me a headcase and then expected me to want to fuck them

Fraze: Jesus Christ, I said you used to be, it’s you who’s acting like one again now

Bea: you said I am one without you, you think you’re that fucking special

Fraze: you are, same as I do shit I ain’t proud of without you, it don’t mean either of us are special

Bea: blaming me for you acting like a moron would be about right…

Fraze: I’m not blaming you, you’re my motive but I still did it

Bea: that’s no better but you’re trying

Bea: and you ruined the day, not me

Fraze: I can’t make nothing better with only words, who the fuck do you think I am?

Bea: nice try but that’s not getting you out of anything

Fraze: I don’t want out of anything

Bea: so act like you like me

Fraze: I fucking love you, you know that

Bea: they aren’t the same thing

Fraze: no shit, and I don’t like you loads when you’re on about dating my mates

Bea: I didn’t say I’d date your mates

Fraze: yeah you did

Bea: I said she wanted to force me to go bowling or some shit with her and her cousin, ‘cos she did

Fraze: don’t, you said if you wanna go somewhere with that cunt you’re going, end of

Bea: because you can’t tell me what to do, not because I want to go anywhere with him

Fraze: ‘cause you’re a hypocrite, you ruined my birthday when she kissed me, before fuck all had happened between us, but I ain’t allowed to have an opinion about what you’re doing or beat up any lads who ask you out, after today’s happened

Bea: I didn’t do anything to ruin your birthday, I just didn’t sit there and watch it happen

Bea: you have friends, can’t I have friends too

Fraze: you left, that ruined it for me

Fraze: and ‘course, but he don’t wanna be your friend, babe

Bea: you couldn’t exactly refuse her, that’s going to happen

Bea: no one knows about us, there’s fuck all to respect

Fraze: we’ve gotta treat each other with respect, I don’t care about no fucker else or what happens out there

Bea: then stop calling us it, I don’t like it

Fraze: I’ll stop, I swear

Bea: okay, that’s all I’m asking

Fraze: you can ask for more, I can’t refuse you

Bea: shouldn’t it be your turn to ask for something?

Fraze: I’ve already said don’t go out with him, I’m not asking, I’m telling you

Fraze: whether you like it, and me, or you don’t

Bea: I was never going to

Fraze: then we don’t need to fall out about it, that’s all I want

Bea: it’s not like I said he liked me, she just thought she was doing me a favour setting me up with someone right back

Fraze: it don’t have to be said, he ain’t gay, he’d have to be a headcase worse than I’ve ever called you not to like you

Bea: so I can only be friends with girls then?

Fraze: there’s gay lads, like I said

Bea: 😏 you’re ridiculous 

Fraze: I ain’t hanging ‘round with no girls and you’d hate it if I was

Bea: girls don’t like me

Fraze: and? I don’t like none of my mates, they’re boring cunts and you’re not, I only wanna be with you

Bea: you shouldn’t have gone out

Fraze: I do shit I shouldn’t without you, remember

Bea: I missed you, I had to go downstairs and watch telly with them just for something to do after I’d done all the homework I had

Fraze: fucking hell, that I’m sorry for then

Bea: yeah, you should be

Fraze: I am, I’ll show you when you let me

Bea: I hate having to make you wait

Fraze: don’t then, nobody’s checking who’s behind what closed bedroom door

Bea: it’s the principle of the thing

Fraze: you want your apology, don’t you?

Fraze: come and get it

Bea: you’ll have to swear that you won’t think you can get away with whatever you like, if I do

Fraze: on my life

Bea: alright, hold on

Fraze: I can’t exactly tell you to hurry the fuck up, like

Bea: no, true

Bea: but I want to look good

Fraze: you always look good

Bea: not after that dinner, not if I don’t burn some of it off

Fraze: I’ll help you, but trust me, you’ve never looked bad since I’ve known you

Fraze: first thing in the morning, last at night, piss wet through from the shit weather, it don’t matter

Bea: that’s been with my clothes on

Fraze: I’ll turn the light off if you want

Bea: no, I’m not insecure like that

Fraze: you’ve got too much to be confident about

Bea: I want to see you, properly

Fraze: I’ve missed you too

Bea: swear that too, so I know you weren’t just having a laugh the whole time you were out

Fraze: I was miserable, you can ask [the mate she was gonna go out with lol lol], I’ll swear it on his life when you do, while he’s still got one

Bea: bold to let me message him, like

Fraze: nah, I trust you and I’d be having more of a laugh getting to hurt him than I did out earlier if he’s not to be trusted

Bea: sure he is, she’s the mental one with the ideas

Fraze: I ain’t gonna repeat myself over how irresistible I know you are

Bea: like you need the excuse to fight anyone

Fraze: I don’t just fight cunts for fun, I’m not west like her

Fraze: but no shit I’d do it for you, as often as I had to

Bea: you don’t have to, I told you

Bea: I only want you

Fraze: I’ll only ever want you, no matter what, long as I live 

Bea: don’t be mad about it, I’m better than anyone else you could want

Fraze: I’m made up about it, I’ll show you I am as well as

Bea: I can’t stand how good-looking you are

Fraze: don’t be mad about it, it’s all yours, for you

Bea: I won’t say it makes me crazy so soon after but

Fraze: I won’t call you a hypocrite again neither, whatever you say

Bea: I think maybe you could hold my hand and no one’d notice, next time

Fraze: How long have you been thinking it?

Bea: since dinner time when no one barely looked our way

Fraze: I could touch you loads

Bea: loads is optimistic, how quiet do you think I can be

Fraze: I’d bet on as quiet as you have to so I don’t need to stop

Bea: and what if I want to touch you?

Fraze: I ain’t worried about being loud

Bea: that’s not fair, or nice 🥺

Fraze: I’ll go redder than you though, probably

Fraze: I dunno what I’m meant to do for it

Bea: going red? Pretend you’re choking, she might take it as a pisstake though

Fraze: I’d be going blue then

Bea: not sure I can get away with that much at the table

Fraze: not sure I can telling her the food is a pisstake and tea’s loads better when you make it, have to keep that secret for us for now

Bea: I’ll make you [his fave thing] next time they’re out

Fraze: yeah?

Bea: not about to be a housewife for you but yeah, ‘course

Fraze: swear you don’t know nothing when no gardens on our street or the others near us have fuck all flowers left in ‘em

Bea: no one goes in my room, the evidence will be for my eyes only

Fraze: When are you gonna come into my room?

Bea: [do show up because you just wanna work out to deal with some of your adrenaline, not to the point of feeling sweaty and gross and defeating your purpose lol, knock so he knows its you but barely because do not need to alert anyone else]

Fraze: [not this boy dropping to his knees on this floor the second she’s through the door and it’s closed to eat her out like it’s his job by way of an extra af apology, god bless]

Bea: [god bless indeed, no one is more shocked than this girl but we meant that we’d missed you and we would’ve just from dinner before the fall out so that frustration has us climbing this door lowkey]

Fraze: [mhmm, feelings were sky high anyway and then only got higher after y’all argued, so could not be doing more to show her how sorry he is and everything else he feels right here and right now, thank god we can say his tv is on once again for the background noise you need here]

Bea: [make some attempt to get towards his bed because can’t deal with standing for this right now but lowkey just falling into his desk chair like that’s going to have to do because can’t stop you or ask you to move us, obviously]

Fraze: [love that for y’all, and that he can really make the most of the fact she is now sitting by being even more extra with all of this, including how he’s moving her in this chair]

Bea: [it’s quite the mood anyway so no one is complaining about it here and now, just here running our hands through your hair so intensely because biggest of feelings]

Fraze: [like, you might feel like you’re gonna fall off this chair with how feral he’s being but don’t worry he won’t let you, there’s another mood in itself in how tightly his hands are holding her when they are not getting themselves directly involved in the antics]

Bea: [putting your hands on top of his when they’re holding you, as if you’re comparing but also practising holding hands for the table ‘I’m sorry’ as something you can barely get out but very intentionally do]

Fraze: [we all know he’d lose his mind if he thought about her hands and the contrast between y’all’s in any way, as would I, so stay focused please, shaking his head when she says soz cos don’t need to but also to do the most with the movement of it and what he’s up to, including getting his nose involved in like a nuzzling eskimo kiss type of way because peeps be about that sometimes]

Bea: [we’re clearly about it and letting you know by clenching ourselves around you there, taking one hand back to put it over our mouth so we stay quiet]

Fraze: [he’s about putting his hand over her mouth too so everyone is having a lovely time, and about time too honestly lads, you could’ve been doing this so much earlier if you hadn’t had a domestic]

Bea: [sometimes you gotta, clearly, life is too stressful right now in all the other ways, something has to give, but right now we are only dying in the best ways]

Fraze: [mhmm, and unlike me who would sob, y’all actually do love having an argument so it’s fine really, you’re welcome for this enthusiastic af making up they are already doing rn and where it’s gonna lead to, I’m loling at the fact this chair is probably making more noise than she is with how well they are both doing at keeping her quiet rn cos desk chairs be like that, but at least you can throw this gal on the bed and keep going from there if you get fed up of it cos that’ll be another mood in itself]

Bea: [for real lmao, so squeaky, rolling all over the place too, get yourselves on this bed, taking the clothes we still had on, off, because not needed right now, thank you and got to show you we’re not insecure with you looking at us]

Fraze: [thank god she isn’t because he will be taking a minute to LOOK at her really intensely before he’s right back at it at krispy kreme cos simply MUST]

Bea: [not saying you’re not blushing but you’d already be flushed, just casually touching your nips when he’s watching you, making eye contact back ofc]

Fraze: [dying about it and biting his lip in the moment but taking it like an instruction after when he’s back at his feral antics cos doing the most but can always do more]

Bea: [moaning his name and pushing your body into him instinctively, not even sorry you did that at full volume because it had to be done]

Fraze: [GRABBING her boobs so roughly as instinctively when she moans his name plus giving her the most dramatic lovebite ever that lowkey puts the inner thigh one he did before to shame in comparison, sorry to that man]

Bea: [when you’re so about it you’re immediately hitting him with the ‘fuck me’ and using your own hands to keep his where they are]

Fraze: [using that boob hold to manoeuvre so he can position himself so his whole body is on top of hers and she can feel how about it he was and is, despite the stylish pjs/loungewear he’s still wearing, if it wasn’t obvious enough by the fact he’s doing his own quiet as always but very !! moan]

Bea: [the frustrated pleading noise that you are muffling, pressing your face into the skin that has just been placed in your reach, grazing your teeth against him, being restrained here whilst you’re GRABBING his thigh in return, roughly where he just bit yours and dangerously close to where he was purposely directing your attention]

Fraze: [we love to see this !! because same honestly, and the fact we can use that thigh grab to get out of his clothes because a necessary next step for y’all actually getting to do this finally, I doubt you have a top on knowing you as it’s not winter so we’re getting there and I’m sure when you knew this was on the cards you put your stolen contraception within reach so you can grab that by just reaching, putting it in her mouth for no reason whatsoever except you’re living for all her muffled sounds and clearly you just wanna see if opening and putting this condom on with her mouth is something she’s gonna attempt]

Bea: [just watching him get underdressed because so far from a novelty that has worn off at this point, conveying even more !! with our eyes, shaking our head at you putting this condom in our mouth because such a boy ‘you wanna be safe or not?’ teasingly as you take this out of your mouth and give him a playful shove because remember them always being like do NOT open the wrapper with your teeth in case you rip it]

Fraze: [obviously y’all do or else you would’ve hooked up earlier without anything and run that gauntlet, so have a little playfight about it for fun as if you’re challenging her like can’t you do it oh okay but ultimately don’t go through with it because tbf it would be an unnecessary risk at this point nobody’s wrong, do it properly because you’re both too !! to be messing around for long you’ve simply gotta have this first ever hookup and asap]

Bea: [just here like boy you know I can because have already given you head ‘I’ve got nothing to prove neither’ but there’s some hesitation in that, however slight, because sex feels like a bigger deal despite the fact it’s literally just another thing y’all can do and isn’t any more real than what you’ve been doing, ‘cos, you know, society]

Fraze: [‘course you don’t’ could sound sarcastic but is actually entirely sincere in this moment because she doesn’t and we love her, we all know he’s nervous too gal even though like my boo said it’s no different than the other feral antics y’all have gotten up to today and we’re not gonna do either of you dirty by having it suck in any way, expressing it for him via how he’s lowkey not hardcore struggling, but not putting this condom on in a pro and smug way, because important to highlight he’s feeling the same way]

Bea: [meanwhile taking off whatever clothes remained on you to show how unnervous you are about this all because you don’t want to be nervous for your own sake or the point of it being off-putting for him because you still wanna do this and there’s no way to make that clearer ‘it’s no big deal’ sounding as casual as those words are but the way we’re smiling slightly at you as we catch your eyes is not at all]

Fraze: [a nod which it is not at all clear if it’s directed at her clothes removal like yeah I still wanna do this too/okay we’re really doing this vibes, or at her nbd comment casualness or at the way she was not at all casual at the end there, but we all know how he really feels about all of this lol, the boy is incapable of being casual when he can be drama and peak romance, hence pulling her into him so there’s like no gap between them again at all while maintaining intense eye contact]

Bea: [the dramatic intake of breath as he closes that gap, as if you had to, to make room and make the closeness even moreso, meaning you’re kissing him without breathing here, closing your eyes with this kiss]

Fraze: [it goes without saying that kiss is EVERYTHING and would be even if the hookup wasn’t being instigated during it, as her eye close because it’s less nerve wracking obvs if y’all aren’t LOOKING at each other this first initial moment, I get that, meanwhile shoutout to his adorable noise like OH this is how this feels/is gonna feel because didn’t know what to really expect here]

Bea: [your own noise that is facilitated by the breath out as your body accepts his, making room and fitting together like it’s this exact science, attempting to look at him without him noticing which is obviously impossible with this proximity but that’s the coyness we’re bringing to it, having to check what it feels like for you, as if we can gauge that from this sound and your face alone]

Fraze: [this boy on the other hand is incapable of being coy so when he inevitably feels her looking at him, LOOKING back with everything he has, so !!, at the same time as moving her hair so there isn’t even a trace of it near her face so that he can study hers in its entirety as he starts going for this, because not gonna hold back or be in any way tentative now that we’re here and doing this, not that bitch and his nerves have obvs immediately vanished because of how his feels already so gotta do more and make it even better]

Bea: [‘Jesus fucking Christ’ just in case it was not obvious how close to coming undone we already are for all the reasons here and now, gripping onto his hand that is resting on our face because we have to, using the leverage to move involuntarily against you]

Fraze: [both deliberately and involuntarily doing the absolute most because egged on by every single one of her reactions, no notes, his other hand gripping her boob again for that throwback to earlier, using his mouth too so that his own noises in response are muffled because he clearly feels like he’s being loud cos of how !!! he is rn]

Bea: [we’re likewise focusing a lot of energy on being quiet whilst not killing the vibe in our own head, which obviously involves lots of kissing him all over and giving lovebites when needed to really stfu]

Fraze: [proud of you lads because it is something you have to be aware of while not letting that vibe die, he can and will also push her face into the pillows/duvet again if she’s being too loud, even if that requires some position switch ups to do, y’all are into it and you’ll be into the different sensations of said switch ups so]

Bea: [got your whole lives to try out all the things but you can definitely do some basic switch-ups here and now and appreciate the difference in the visuals and the feelings of, also we know for a fact basically that JoeRay are not subtle so lbr, you tell on us we tell on you lmao so you don’t have to be mimes about it for their benefit, just not the noisiest for the others]

Fraze: [mhmm, it’s only the younger kids you give a shit about here, unlike joeray the rude hoes who care about nobody but themselves, I’m sure they are being way more inconsiderate with whatever they’re doing than y’all will ever be so you don’t have to worry too much, which is good because as you get more feral and closer to losing it you’ll care less about being quiet/be less capable of it so, and I am gonna need him to fully moan her name the way she did his earlier when they were doing their feral antics prior to these, it’s important to me because he’s so quiet usually, I gotta show how !! this first time do be]

Bea: [Ray is literally telling Ali all sorts so the least of anyone’s worries, not that y’all know that but still, it’s the uncomfortable truth we all know to some degree but are not addressing; here and now with y’all though, the most dramatic reaction to him moaning your name, which really means rewarding him for it with going harder fully like !! yes, tell me more]

Fraze: [ofc dropping ily as well then, no less !! only more so if anything because as per egged on by her reaction and the fact that he can’t help but match it by doing more himself meaning they are both only getting closer and closing to losing it]

Bea: [here working ourselves up into a frenzy, not consciously deciding to do anything to further this but just naturally finding your way to it because it’s necessary at this point, of course we’re saying our own ily back, no hesitation or holding back on our own !!]

Fraze: [likewise being more extra in return because of how much her ILY back got to him, not as an actual conscious effort on his part either, just out here frantic because the depths of our feelings nbd]

Bea: [gonna have to let you die here, not even being able to warn him about it because it’s just happening and we can’t control that, holding onto you in every way possible]

Fraze: [at least you can do your own jfc at the way she’s cumming so hard and so uncontrollably before how that feels inevitably sets him off because how could it not as obvs his is as dramatic, out here grunting and gasping for breath in equal measure, excuse us everyone]

Bea: [back to just watching him again because could not find him any more attractive, doing all you can to catch your breath whilst that still feels impossible because of how hard you’re clinging onto him ‘fuck!’ as if you are genuinely surprised because feeling like that simultaneously was over before you knew it and you’ve been doing this your entire life]

Fraze: [soz that he won’t be helping the situation with how hard he’s holding onto her too, until he’s fully DEAD and pulls back slightly to try and catch his own breath + let her catch hers + look at her not as close up af because we all know she looks incredible rn in the aftermath of all that ‘I know, yeah’ because hard same gal, reaching over to grab a cherry drop which are still on his bedside table and feeding her it because neither of you can yet move enough to have the cliche post sex ciggy and that’s the next best thing]

Bea: [doing the hottest of hot lols because the way those words sounded so casual but you could not feel further from casual right now if you tried, raising your brows like oh, you know, yeah? ‘Of course you do’ so sincerely because we want you to have that kind of confidence always]

Fraze: [catch his boy touching her eyebrows so gently when she raises them, softly pushing them down in a yeah I do kind of manner before/as she can verbalise that she knows he does, a smile then much like the one she did when she caught his eye pre-hookup as if they are sharing a secret here]

Bea: [reaching for this bag of sweets to get him one too, as if you’re shutting him up but really you also want him to share in this moment]

Fraze: [my boo says have a sweet and maybe you’ll calm down and she’s so right for that, for me it’s the way he pulls her in as close as she was before when she’s back with that sweet like okay enough distance between us even though it was only a second]

Bea: [shamelessly cuddling here without making a thing about it but we all know that’s what you’re doing ‘your bed is comfy’ as an excuse for how long you’re blatantly going to spend here tonight]

Fraze: [making her more comfy in said bed, lowkey tucking her in here lol but with the same energy of not making a thing about it, just as if he’s like oh you haven’t seen nothing yet gal, shamelessly manoeuvring her and cuddling her back respectively]

Bea: [going with it like you got no other reason to be here like oh yeah, finally lol, but touching his face so softly as a non-verbal you okay?]

Fraze: [putting his hand over hers on his face as softly both to let her know he is okay and to non-verbally does his own check in because gotta, reminds me of when they were in the house and she first touched his cheek and then he put his there to let her know it was okay to touch him more, I loves it, only leaving his hand there for a sec but then doing his kissing each one of her knuckles individually thing once his has moved, still as soft but extra in how much attention he’s lavishing on each knuckle despite being a quick kiss each time]

Bea: [‘you’re so romantic’ which could be a pisstake but it is not because he is, not soz, we said what we said, brushing our fingertips over his lips after he’s kissed each of our knuckles]

Fraze: [‘you’ve gotta be romanced’ with total conviction because it’s giving the same energy as when he said she should be seen in full colour and she knocks him the fuck out, kissing her on the cheek in the exact same spot where she touched his] 

Bea: [‘you’ve got to be the one that does it’ with as much conviction because no other romance will do, thank you, resting our head in the space between his shoulder and neck, giving him soft smooches there too]

Fraze: [putting his arm around her in a v protective manner like I would kill anybody else, because he would and that’s not just a threat he’s not carrying out, pulling her even closer with that move ‘you’re the one for me, end of’ no notes]

Bea: [making a small happy noise ‘cos we’re about it, obviously ‘I’m okay with that’ said like luckily for you and your end of but we truly are, there is no one else on the radar]

Fraze: [kissing her SO hard in a you better be type of way but also because he truly is thrilled as well]

Bea: [grinning into this kiss because we’re both living and we know it]

Fraze: [turning it into an absolute makeout sesh, of course, because y’all are living and you can]

Bea: [focus your energy into this, even though you feel in no way recovered yet, you cannot resist him ever]

Fraze: [god bless y’all, we had to creatively cockblock you from hooking up all day long so I can’t blame you if you wanna do this again already despite the blatant lack of recovery time, live your dreams]

Bea: [idk how many condoms you managed to procure but that’s your only limit right now huns lol]

Fraze: [I hope you managed to steal plenty because how frustrating otherwise lol imagine]

Bea: [I feel like the packs have at least 10 in, to like, idk, 30, standard, maybe I’m talking out my ass but that’s what I have in mind and you can’t be using more than that in a single night so we’ll be fine]

Fraze: [mhmm, even if it happened to be a friday and you haven’t got school tomorrow you still are gonna exhaust yourselves and need to sleep at some point]

Bea: [should I post this bit, feels like a good place to stop it?]

Fraze: [I was gonna say the same cos we know what the vibe is for the rest of the night and it’s on 20 pages anyway, it’s a decent stopping point and place to leave them for now]

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

what's the au about ?

okokokokokokok so like.

gonna put this under a cut because, like i mentioned briefly before, it’s a bit darker than my usual aus. i try to keep it as light as possible, but that’s a bit hard sindkdndkdjd.

warnings for: dehumanization, mentioned hard vore, imprisonment, maybe more(if so, yell at me djndkdjd)

ok ok so basically. there’s this species, called the rovengers. feel kind of eh on the name rn but i can’t come up with anything better atm(‘m not good w/ names dkmdkdmd),, so that’s what they’re called for now. so, rovengers,, they’re omnivores. they’re a diverse species, different colonies eat different things, depending on what’s available around the area. they’re also fairly advance, mayhaps around the same as a human — they are fairly bigger than a human, though,, maybe around double their size. they also come in different subspecies, as well. at least three of them, i can elaborate on those later if anyone is interested.

they also have the ability to size-shift, and shape-shift, to a degree. they have both a set size and a set shape they can shift to — that being, a vaguely more humanoid shape(with long ears and a tail), only a few inches tall.

okay so, to repeat, rovengers. they’re omnivores,, and eat whatever they can get their hands on. though, certain colonies typically have a preference towards one thing or another, be it veggies, fruits, meat, or fish.

the colony that ranboo comes from likes to eat borrowers.

ranboo himself, however, doesn’t really enjoy the thought of eating a borrower.

it’s not that he likes them; frankly, he’s rather indifferent towards them. he just.. he can’t seem to stomach the thought of eating one. it just feels different then eating some other random animal, and he can’t really figure out why.

luckily, his brother, dream(they’re brothers in all but blood, really), is really accommodating towards this. it doesn’t stop him from feasting borrowers himself, but he and his friends always make sure he has something else to eat.

(though, he gets the feeling the rest of the colony is less than happy towards his eating habits..)

one day, for one reason or another, he ends up finding some section of the colony that’s.. smaller than the rest of the building. curiosity intrigued, he decides to shift, and explore it.

to his confusion, he ends up finding… a, a prison of sorts? which, weird, he didn’t know they had one of these..

he’s passing through the cells of one section, walking past all the empty rooms, when he suddenly notices one of the cells is occupied.

he turns, and is now face to face with what he can only assume to be another rovenger, looking at him with a wary expression.

…

meanwhile, tubbo’s been having one of the worst few days of his life. first, he’s taken from his borrower home, his family; having been caught by some giant fucking monsters. he’s separated from his best friend-slash-brother, and has been thrown into this godforsaken cell in this godforsaken prison. he hasn’t seen anybody else other than the pricks that patrolled the prison occasionally, and frankly, he’s getting pretty fucking scared and lonely.

then comes along some tall fucker, who.. kind of looks a bit like the guards, yet.. they aren’t wearing that stupid fucking outfit those assholes wear, and they’re holding themselves differently — not as some high-and-mighty bitch, but.. just, some guy.

they stare at each other for a moment, and..

..the last time he tried to speak up to someone, all he got was punishment, but.. this… this feels different.

and so, he speaks up.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #vore mention tw #asks #by nature au #my writing #ended up getting a bit mini-ficcy near the end kdjdkdjdidjd #tiny!tubbo #giant!ranboo #sizeshifter!ranboo