#and I’d definitely rather her see that then literally anything else

[drewstarkeyslut]

Can you do a sfw sweet tooth rotting fluff on an sensory overstimulated reader at a party and she's fidgeting and he notices so they leave the party and he takes her out to eat and watch the stars on the back of his truck😍

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS☁︎

No warnings - Just non canon fluffy Rafe.

To the anon that requested, if you see this— i’m so sorry it took so long, it took a while for it to process in my mind bc things weren't coming to me right away, so if it feels rushed, so sorry! this is my first time writing fluff ever, and wasn’t sure how to write out the overstim/fidgeting…hopefully it’s not terrible🥺

Rafe somehow talked to you into going to Top’s house party tonight. It definitely was the little smirk and the pouty lips he gave you.

“Come on y/n baby, pleaseee go for me? I promise we won’t stay long. It’s just that I already promised Top months ago that I would go. I’d really love for you to come with me” Rafe practically begged.

You thought about it for a moment. I mean it was Rafe… and you would literally do anything for him.

“Fiiiiiine babe, you win. I’ll go, for you. Pick me up at 8?” you cave in.

It was exactly 8pm on the dot when Rafe came to pick you up. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You actually took the time to do your makeup and dress up for tonight. “You look absolutely beautiful” Rafe stammered as he opened the door of his truck to let you in. "Why thank you handsome, you don't look too bad yourself" you tease, giving him a little wink.

It had been 2 hours in, you were sitting on the couch with a red solo cup in your hand just watching people having the time of their lives. Instead of socializing like everyone else, you were too busy thinking about how the music was too loud and how there were way too many people for your liking.

You were a huge introvert and weren’t typically used to this type of setting but you did it for Rafe, who was currently talking to Kelce and Top. Although he wasn't right next to you the whole night, he made sure to stay nearby just in case you needed him. Rafe was known to be protective, always had to have eyes on you at all times.

A few minutes pass by, starting to feel more anxious from all the thoughts clouding your mind which make you fidget without even realizing it. You briskly tap your foot and you're shifting in your seat, reapetedly. Overall, getting more uncomfortable as the time passes.

Rafe took notice of your constant tapping and shifting. He knew right then and there that his girl was feeling anxious and a bit overstimulated. He knew it was time to go.

"Hey baby, are you alright? Come on let's get you out of here, yeah?" Rafe insists, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Are you sure babe? I just...feel bad because you'd be leaving so early. I think I can wait it out a little more" you lie but Rafe knows you too well.

"Y/n, just stop. You can't lie to me princess. I know you and I care about you. Now let's get out of here, it was getting boring anyways. I'd rather spend some quality time with my girl" Rafe spoke with confidence.

"Thanks babe. You're the best you know that? Also, is it okay if we get something to eat on the way home?" you ask with that sweet smile that Rafe just adores.

"Of course, anything for you. How about....we go to The Wreck then go to our favorite spot to watch the stars? That sound good? Hmmm?" he grins knowing the answer to his question.

"Omg Rafe! We haven't done that in a while. Yes, yes, yes please! It's like you read my mind babe." you exclaim.

You and Rafe leave after saying bye to Top and Kelce, now heading towards the Wreck.

Thankfully there was no wait tonight. You both got the same thing as always and just shared. It was like a ritual every time you came to The Wreck. You ended up talking about anything and everything until you both were ready to get a move on.

It was just so easy with him. You were so comfortable and felt safe, you couldn't see yourself with anyone else, completely smitten. As for Rafe, he never felt that way about anyone until you entered his life and changed everything. He never knew what love was until you became his.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't even realize that you arrived at the beach. It was honestly one of the best spots to lay back and stargaze. You and Rafe came quite often ending date nights here, and that's why it became your favorite places. Rafe always kept a blanket and two pillows in the back seat of his truck for spontaneous moments like this. Everything about it was so romantic.

He makes sure to open the door for you to get out and hold your hand making sure you get onto the bed of the truck safely before getting on himself.

"Thank you for this Rafe. Truly. I think I really needed this, especially tonight" you spoke as you cuddled up next to him.

"Like I said, anything for my girl. Oh and I also wanted to thank you for coming out tonight. I know going to parties isn't your thing so I appreciate you staying as long as you did." Rafe murmurs.

You cherish this moment, looking up at Rafe, your head resting on his lap and his arm is wrapped around you. There was something about the way he looked up at the night sky admiring the stars that gave you butterflies. It was definitely a sight to see and you wanted nothing but to be in this moment with Rafe, nothing else mattered.

You couldn't help yourself as you sit up swiftly and grab his face turning his head towards you. Rafe, completely caught off guard looks at you with those alluring eyes and you swear you fall in love all over again.

You both end up going in for a kiss at the same time. Rafe slipping his tongue in your mouth, catching you by surprise. You two were devouring each other for what seemed like hours until you both pull away, gasping for air.

"I love you Rafe Cameron"

"And I love you Y/N Y/LN, so fucking much, more than you’ll ever know."

#anon✨ #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron one shot

[itsnotgray]

twins | mark estapa

…be nice. this is the first time i’m posting a fic.

thanks for the giving me the kick to write this @hischierhaze

and @thatintrovertedwriter here’s part one!

part two will come in a bit

now goodbye while i panic over peoples reactions

in which you and mark are two hotheads

it wasn’t like people didn’t know mark. he infamously had led the big10 in penalty minutes, was a good player to go along with said stat, and was incredibly easy on the eyes.

but it wasn't that people didn’t know you, either. “y/n” or rather “sunshine” as you were more commonly called, was a bit of a household name on campus. the irony in the name? you were anything but. known for not only leading the michigan women’s soccer team in yellow and red cards, but also the big10.

so safe to say, both of you were fairly known, and for quite similar reasons. yet, no one seemed to see your relationship coming.

you guys first met at a party during welcome week. the party wasn't exclusive, per say, but it was safe to say the majority of the crowd was athletes, looking for a safe place to party, ensuring no pictures would make their way back to their respective coaches.

you had been stumbling around the kitchen, drunkenly searching for the cooler your teammate had said she had hidden in the maze-like kitchen of whatever frat house you were in. but as you turned around, ready to settle for the bud light in the living room, you spotted your bottle of vodka in the grasp of a blonde boy.

and while this wouldn’t have pissed you off normally, the bottle had “property of sunshine” boldly printed on it in sharpie, so safe to say, you were a little more than pissed.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” you screamed, shoving your finger into his chest.“woah uh-” the blonde boy tried to get out, but you kept going. “drinking someone else's bottle of alcohol?! i mean i’d get it if it didn't have a name on it, but it quite literally says “property of sunshine” but apparently you just can’t fucking read, can you?”

the boy was silent for a moment, until he laughed. “you're- you’re sunshine? isn’t that ironic.”

“ha, ha. kind of like that’s the fucking point, dumbass,” and as his mouth drops from your comment, you take the opportunity to swipe the vodka bottle from his hands. “i’d say thanks for finding my vodka, but seeing as i found you drinking it, to that i say, fuck you,” and you staggered away, lifting the bottle to your lips, the boy staring longingly after you.

mark was completely and utterly fucked, to the point where it took him a moment to realize… he didn’t even get your name.

~ the morning after

now the day after the party, you weren’t doing too hot. safe to say, you definitely should’ve let the blonde boy keep your vodka.

as shitty as you felt, by the grace of everything holy, you managed to muster up enough strength to walk to the cafe, seeking a cure to the pounding headache and extreme nausea you were nursing after your bad decisions the night prior.

however, someone you didn’t expect to see in your place of solace? the blonde boy you had screamed at the night before, tucked into the corner booth of the cafe, seemingly in a state similar to yourself.

in a split second decision, you decided to apologize for your behavior the night before, regretting (only slightly, but regret nonetheless) how you had drunkenly handled the situation.

you quickly made your way to the bar to order. “can I get a venti iced caffe mocha, and a croissant?” and then shyly added on, “and another of whatever the blonde boy in the corner is having, please.”

“trying to shoot your shot?,” the barista asked teasingly. “trying to apologize,” you muttered back, backing up to wait for your order.

once they called your name, you quickly grabbed your order. you took a deep breath, turned around, and cautiously made your way to the boy.

once you got within a foot of his table, you accidentally made eye contact with him, before holding the drink out, and quietly saying, “here… this is for you.”

he apprehensively took the drink in his hands, but before taking a sip, he spun the drink, glancing at the name on the order. “just trying to make sure it doesn’t have your name on it y/n, wouldn’t want you to scream at me again,” he let out, words laced with an emotion impossible to detect.

“that’s actually what I came over here for. I wanted to apologize for acting like that. normally if that happened, i’d just move on with my night. it just pissed me off that someone decided to take the bottle, even though I had written “property of sunshine” on it,” you said, quickly word-vomiting your thoughts out.

“I get it, I shouldn't have taken alcohol that was clearly hidden. i promise to look before drinking next time, sunshine,” he stated with a matching teasing grin and tone.

“I know it’s probably a little late for introductions, but you wouldn’t mind telling me your name, seeing as you know mine,” you questioned. “mark, mark estapa,” he responded with a grin, teasing tone now absent, replaced with what you hoped to be a more genuine tone.

and with that simple utterance, you knew you were fucking screwed.

~ weeks later

in the weeks following your conversation with mark in the cafe, you got impossibly close. if you guys weren’t hanging out on “study not-date-dates”, or having movie nights cooped up in your room, you were constantly texting, constantly talking to one another. yet, you guys never spoke about the obvious feelings the two of you had for one another, both too nervous to actually broach the subject.

until after your first game of the season.

more specifically, it was on the way back from the first game of the season. a game in which, despite the team coming out on top, and you also managing to bag a goal, you also picked up your first yellow card of the season. a teammate had even declared as much, belting out a “sunshine is back in business everybody!” as the team left the field.

unknowingly, the social media admin had clipped the moment, even including a glimpse of your cocky, but tired grin.

mark was now a little confused. of course he knew you were on the soccer team. in fact, it was one of the first things he learned about you. but the fact that the team was where the nickname “sunshine” came from? now that- that was new.

he quickly shot you a text, waiting eagerly for a response.

miles away, your phone dinged with a text tone specifically reserved for your favorite blonde haired boy. at the sound, you quickly darted for your phone.

“sunshine’s lover booooy is texting her” a teammate teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair affectionately.

you groaned at the action, before opening mark’s text

“i never asked, but why do they call you sunshine?”

and at that, you froze, instantly hit with the brutal words of a past boyfriend, “you do realize how fucking unattractive that is, right? losing your shit like that isn’t as cool as you think- it just tells people that you have serious issues, you fucking psycho.”

while you almost considered lying for a moment, you knew the truth would be better in the long run.

“last season, i led both the team, and the big10 in yellow and red cards. because of that, they thought giving me a nickname completely opposite of my attitude on the field was the funniest shit ever. it doesn't help that my personality off the field isn't too different from me on it- only true difference is that im a hell of a lot less aggressive.”

and quickly followed it up with a message reading, “I'm sorry if you don’t want to associate with me anymore. I know losing your temper constantly isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, but I can't control it. I’ll leave you alone, if that’s how you end up feeling,” before shutting off your phone, prepared to lose the boy who had managed to weasel his way into your heart the past few weeks.

mark froze for a second. there’s no fucking way the universe led him to someone exactly like him. what was it that one tiktok ethan had sent him said- twinflames? there was no fucking way.

except there was. because she was on the other side of the phone, probably freshly showered after her game (which he had seen they had won 3-0), with her hair cutely braided to the side, like she often did during their movie nights.

once he came out of his daze, he glanced down at his phone again, seeing her most recent text- “I'm sorry if you don’t want to associate with me anymore. I know losing your temper constantly isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, but I can't control it. I’ll leave you alone.”

and he panicked, quickly hitting facetime.

you glanced down at your ringing phone, seemingly in disbelief, and a little scared, at hearing the custom tone.

“I THINK YOU'RE PERFECT! you losing your shit doesn't matter to me- in fact, im the same damn way. I dont know who the hell had the audacity to shame you for your attitude while playing, but fuck them. they do not matter. they're not the ones that play the game, so they don’t have a say in how you play. you are the most kind-hearted person i know, and your heart is one of the reasons i love you. if your in-game attitude really is that big of a problem-”

and then mark froze, seeing your stunned expression. “what’s wrong baby?” noticing the nickname slip, but not drawing attention to it.

“I-i, you- i- i love you too.”

“what?”

“you said you love me, and i love you too, unless you didn’t mean i them i totally didn't eit-”

“NO- i love you baby. I’d honestly go as far as to say I've loved you since I met you. something about your fiery attitude immediately had me hooked, and as i’ve gotten to know you, i've become downright infatuated.”

both of you were now grinning at each other ear to ear, a blush rising quickly to the both of your faces.

“wanna go on a date tomorrow?” you both blurted out at the same time. “let me plan it baby, promise i’ll impress you.” “okay- its a date.”

and if mark immediately texted ethan for date ideas after you hung up the call a few minutes later- well you didn’t need to know that.

#umich hockey #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #hockey imagines #umich hockey imagine #mark estapa imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #nhl fic #mark twins fic

[onsunnyside]

um, hi baby, I don’t know if you still accepting tots but…

bratty! stepsister only allows stepbro!Ari getting off grinding up against her soaking wet panties. 😵‍💫

ok first you call me baby and then give me this thot ?? bestie dearest you’ve opened up a can that will never shut !!

you and Ari have been at each other’s throats since you met. mostly keeping it under wraps when your parents were around bc you two weren’t complete nightmares (yet). but then you moved into Ari’s father’s house and everything gets a million times worst. he irritates the fuck out of you through pranks, stealing your shit, ratting you out to your parents and even throwing low blows during your *daily* arguments.

definitely some: “I bet you’re so needy because your dad left” “do you ever not dress like a whore?” “Oof… daddy issues much? Are you gonna cry like a baby too?”

and what do you know… you find out he went on a guys trip with his friends and lied to your parents about going to some two week camp for his studies/sports. he used all that money to party and travel behind their back. You threatened to tell your parents. He begs you not to, and even tries to bribe you with free drives in his car, money and he’ll finally stop pranking you.

and yes, the bribes work. In fact, your parents think you’ve never gotten along better. you and Ari are suddenly spending a lot of time together which just included him driving you to the mall, sticking around to pay for all the things you want and hold your bags. he also becomes the designated driver whenever you go to parties with your friends 😌 and his friends make fun of him for it (be he’s really drinking pop at a party… mr party boy Levinson…) like “downgraded from stepbrother to chauffeur… that must fucking sting” and bc you’re hot, they never shut up about wanting you, or your itty bitty dresses and skirts, they say nasty things like “I don’t know how you control yourself around her” “she’s my stepsister, you pervert” “I’m just saying, if she were living in my house, she’d be far more… obedient if you know what I mean”

Oh ari does. He’s dreamt of it, fantasized about it, jerked off to it dozens of times 😖😖

you love rubbing it in his face, that he could get into so much trouble if you just opened your pretty mouth 😌 so he better pay up to keep your lips sealed !! You flaunt your new clothes paid for with his money, and make him cancel his plans bc he needs to drive you somewhere, and ofc, by never shutting up when you invite boys over while your parents are out of town. you’ll invite a guy over and literally fuck in every room of the house, telling him to stay in his room as if this weren’t his house.

what finally pushes him to the edge is when you bring over one of his friends. the same one who said they’d fuck you silly, and Ari’s forced to listen to you scream and cry “daddy” and beg for cum like a slut.

you find him getting off and take pity on him (in a bratty way) 🥺🥺 this big hairy hunk hasn’t had any pussy bc you’re taking up all of his time… how sad… he totally deserves it though:

“Having fun there?”

He peeks one eye open, still tugging at his hard length. “What the fuck do you think?”

You step further into his room, holding up your arms. “No need to have an attitude, ungrateful prick. Not like I was going to help you or anything…”

He inhales deeply, squeezing the fat base nestled in the coarse pubic hair. “…what do you mean help me?”

“How else do you think, idiot?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His hand has since stilled, his bicep still tense and veins prominent in his arms and neck, perfectly highlighted by the sweat on his skin.

“You’re fucking sick.”

“Yet you clearly like the idea.” You lick your lips, watching his cock twitch in his hand, beads of pre cum rolling down the thick head. “What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t get pussy for a few weeks and want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather die.”

You laugh. His mouth says one thing but his eyes eat you up like a starved man, drifting over your bare legs and tight bikini, your skin was still a little wet from skinny dipping with his friend.

“I guess I’ll just go back to Steve… he was getting really touchy, I’d hate to leave him all alone.” You turn around and sway with each step, the tiny fabric of your (pathetic excuse of a) bathing suit digs into your fleshy hips—your ass just begging for his fingers to bruise it.

“Wait.”

You don’t bother hiding your smirk and glance over your shoulder. “Yes, big brother?”

Ari wrinkles his nose, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh yeah? What would you rather have me call you?”

You did not expect daddy to come out of his mouth. You laugh, no, you cackle, “You are not daddy.”

He quirks a brow, “really? You don’t think you’ll drop to your knees the moment I throw you around a little, spank your cunt and call you a good little whore?”

You grit your teeth, feeling a different wetness on your bikini bottoms. “I dare you to try.”

now… this isn’t the daddy moment for him bc you don’t even let him touch you bare. you just bend over his dresser, and let him grind against you.

“Hurry—uh, up,” you struggle to keep your moans at bay, “Steve is gonna wonder where I—ah!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A hard hand lands on your ass, a burn blooms from the spot. “You never fucking shut up.”

“You’re such a fucking dick—” you’re cut off by a sharp gasp when he pulls your bikini to the side, the bare tip of his cock rubs up and down your soppy slit. “H-Hey!”

He groans heavily, pinning you down by your hips, “You know how easy it would be for me to slip in? You’re already soaked—what’s wrong, little sis? You getting wet for your step brother like a little slut?”

now pls… the way im tempted to replace my other Ari kinktober fic for this 😳😳 are two stepcest fics for kinktober too much already ?? 😖

#I am: baby #tw stepcest #bratty stepsis x stepbro Ari #sonny drabbles

[ceruleanwhore]

I know it’s been almost 20 years since AtLA came out but something that still bugs the shit out of me about it is the stuff with Aang, his crush on Katara, and the avatar state. It’s not just that Aang should’ve given her up in s2, it’s also all the ways they could’ve written that without putting kataang in that position, and I feel like I haven’t seen people talk about that as much, so I’m going to.

The first option I see, which I really like, is that they could’ve given Aang a different crush at that point in time, like how other characters got to have crushes on characters who weren’t their endgame love interests. Personally, I love the idea of this actually being Toph because that would give most of the season to set it up and there would be the same proximity he has with Katara. In the end, he’d have to give up this crush and all of the stuff at the end of s2 would actually contribute to significant growth and maturation in Aang which, paired with continued growth throughout s3, would set him up to actually be mature enough to end up with Katara.

Another option that I also think would’ve been really good would for the thing he needs to let go of to actually be his past/the air nation he left behind that’s gone now. So, I know nuance definitely is not a thing with the chakras in the show, but my takeaway has always been that the last chakra is just about relinquishing the power that earthly attachments have over you, not permanently yeeting them out of your life. For example, with giving up Katara, he was just being asked to give up his desire for her, the earthly attachment, but not to kick her out of the group and send her home. With this idea of it being about his past, it wouldn’t be about abandoning Appa or anything but, rather, giving up the ways he is tethered to his past and his underdeveloped ideas of what it means to be an air nomad that he constantly throws around to justify literally anything he wants. In this case, I’d really love for his past at the air temple or leaving it to come up in every single chakra (correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think it does in the show). It would also be really cool to have a visual representation of how his past with the air nation connects to his present in how he views the world around him.

The third option is to just have it be something else entirely that Aang has to do in order to unlock the avatar state. Honestly, the chakra stuff ended up not really adding anything to the show since it was mishandled so badly and Pathik was never more than a throwaway side character and a racist stereotype played for laughs, so I don’t think the chakras are necessary at all. I think what might have made more sense would be for Aang to go to the nearest air temple and enter that inner sanctum like we saw in s1 e17 that Teo’s dad fucked up. He could connect with his past lives and unlock the avatar state there, no racist, out of place guru needed.

But yeah, I think putting in all that stuff about the chakras just to end up throwing it out the window completely because of how they wrote themselves into a corner was an issue that could have easily been avoided. Also, I do think that part of the issue is that they didn’t spend enough time on the chakras so it felt like things weren’t explained very well to Aang, especially with the love vs earthly attachment debacle, because they didn’t take the time to explain it. Had they both taken a minute to have Pathik explain the difference between love, like Aang unlocked with the 4th chakra, and his crush on Katara and then also not had that scene with Iroh validating Aang’s decision since he had no context for it, they also could’ve avoided a lot of the issues we see with this in canon. Regardless, I feel like there’s multiple ways the creators could’ve very easily avoided the whole mess they created at the end of s2.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla critical #anti bryke

[roosterforme]

My BB™️! Congratulations! Much, much deserved! 🥳

For Smutfest, I’d like to request:

Hangman 🤠

“We can stop anytime”

Eye-fucking in public

xo, Your Keeper of Magical Roo-nicorns 🦄🦄🦄🦄

Jay, I have strayed from the Roo-nicorns for you!

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Beach Day Again Tomorrow

Jake loved this. It was becoming a bit of a routine with Phoenix, but he couldn't get enough. Every time there was a beach day, it ended the same way: with his face buried in Nat's pussy until she was screaming. But that was only after all the teasing.

"Hey, Bagman. Turn your ugly face and hideous green eyes away from me. I'm trying to get a tan," she told him, slipping her sunglasses down low on her nose. Jake looked at her laying on her stomach on her towel in her bikini, and he was starting to get a little uncomfortable. 

"I wasn't looking at you. I'd rather look at literally anything else on this beach right now. Including Rooster's damn jorts." But it was a lie, and Phoenix knew it. He was definitely checking her out. 

She licked her lips and smirked at him, and Jake could just almost see her nipples peeking out of her top as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I actually think you see something you like," she whispered, pushing her sunglasses up and rolling onto her back. 

Jake groaned and knelt down next to her towel. "You love teasing me, don't you?" he asked softly.

She didn't look at him, rather she kept her eyes closed and smiled up at the sky. "You can't handle it? We can stop anytime."

"Please don't stop," he told her before heading down to the water to join in the football game. 

And a few hours later, Nat was spread out on the wide backseat of his truck, and this time she was the one chanting, "Please don't stop!" Jake had untied her bikini bottoms and tossed them somewhere in the vicinity of the driver's seat before spreading her sun-warmed legs wide and tasting her.

"You're such a tease," he drawled, licking a lazy circle around her clit until she was screaming for more. "You got me all wound up."

Nat's back arched off the seat when he sucked hard on her clit before burying his face in her slit as she came for him. 

"Beach day again tomorrow?" he asked, lazily swiping his fingers through her wetness as she calmed down.

"Please."

#4k smutsational smutfest #top gun smut #hangman x phoenix #jake seresin x natasha trace

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Title Of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Seven: Maybe This Is Danger

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All my work is 18+.

It’s 5am, we feel so good it’s almost frightening. It’s 5am; I’m made for you, we can’t deny it.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Lea stirred, rolling over in the warmth of the bed with a soft, unintelligible murmur. Squinting her eyes open, she saw…

She saw Tim fast asleep beside her, his curls hanging in his eyes and his lips slightly parted. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she remembered everything that had happened the night before.

He’d… and then she’d… and they had…

Holy fucking shit.

Lea pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking at the light filtering through the curtains that lined two of the walls of Tim’s bedroom.

The blankets had pooled at her hips, and she flushed at the realization that she was still naked. Climbing out of bed, she wobbled a bit on unsteady feet.

“Be careful,” came Tim’s raspy, sleep-ridden voice. Lea’s head whipped around, and she saw him rubbing his eyes blearily. “What’re you doing up, anyway? Come back to bed.”

She blinked at him over her shoulder. “I— shouldn’t I, y’know… leave?”

He frowned at her. “Leave? Why in the hell would you leave?” he scoffed quietly. “No, Lea. You most definitely should not leave. You should come back to bed and get some more rest before I take it upon myself to fuck you again.”

“You want me to stay?” she squeaked out, shocked. “Don’t one night stands usually leave, like…?”

“Yes,” he said impatiently, “I obviously want you to stay. I’d rather be holding you at the moment, as magnificent as this view of your ass is.” He paused. “And what the hell do you mean one night stand? Who said this was a one night stand?”

It took her a second to process this. “I… I’m not a one night stand?”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “No. I thought I made it abundantly clear that I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“You— you do?” she stuttered out, astonished.

“I really, really like you, y’know. Of course I want you to be my girlfriend.” He paused, looking a bit nervous. “If— if you’d want that, I mean. I figured since you said you like me, you’d want to be with me, too. Was I wrong?”

She looked down at the floor. “You weren’t wrong, no.”

“So… what’s the issue, then?” he said slowly.

“I mean… you, like…” She didn’t know how to relay her concerns about his career without shaming him. It wasn’t that what he did was wrong, that wasn’t it all.

“What is it?” he asked gently.

“You’re a pornstar, Tim,” she explained, her voice quiet.

He was silent for a moment. “So?”

“So… doesn’t that make, like… dating not an option for you?”

His frown deepened. “No. Why would it?”

“Well…” she hedged. “You sleep with other girls for a living. Like. That’s your whole job. Am I just not supposed to be jealous of that?”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Are you jealous of that?”

She flushed. “Yeah, of course I am.”

“Baby,” he sighed, propping himself on an elbow, “sex between you and me has meaning. Sex at work is literally just work. It doesn’t mean anything the way it does with you. If you agree to this, I’d only be with you romantically, and other than work, I’m not touching anyone else.” Another pause. “Is that something you’d want with me?” 

“Of course I want that with you, Tim,” she sighed.

“Then…” She could almost hear him gulp. “Would you be willing to look past my job?” He hesitated. “I— I promise I’ll be faithful to you.” 

“I know you will.” She clasped her hands beneath her abdomen, wringing them anxiously.

“God, your tits look amazing when you do that,” he observed.

She glanced down at herself, realized he could see her body, oh god, how had she not thought of that, of course he could see her, even in the low light of his bedroom, and she scrambled back into bed as quickly as possible, pulling the covers up over her head.

“Why’re you embarrassed?” Tim asked, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his bare chest. “You’re way too sexy to be embarrassed about your body.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she reminded him in a grumble. “I’m not used to guys seeing me naked.”

He hummed thoughtfully, pulling the covers down to reveal her head and burying his face in her curls. “No other guy ever has to see you naked if that’s what you’d prefer,” he murmured. “I certainly wouldn’t have any objections to that. In fact, as your boyfriend, I’d prefer that.” His arms tightened around her slightly. “I… I am your boyfriend, right?”

She smiled softly despite herself, closing her eyes and leaning into him again. “Yeah.”

In the weeks that followed, Lea’s relationship with Tim changed very little, for all intents and purposes. She helped him when they were at the studio, complied whenever he wanted to take her shopping or to dinner, and she did homework on his couch.

There were a few things, however, that had changed. For starters, Tim freely admitted that he was now going to do exactly as he liked in relation to her without holding back in the slightest, which generally involved touching her, kissing her, and a lot—a lot—of sex.

He was an extremely touchy-feeling individual, always had been, and it seemed that the floodgates had been opened, meaning he was forever holding her, nuzzling her, kissing her, and/or groping her. She didn’t mind it, really. In fact, she enjoyed it so much it was downright embarrassing.

One Monday evening, she dozed lightly after they’d finished. He was running his hands over her skin affectionately, occasionally squeezing her breasts without thinking about it.

“Lea?” Tim asked after awhile.

“Mmf,” she grunted into the pillow.

“Do you really have to go home tomorrow?”

“I have class the day after, so yeah,” she mumbled.

“You could just stay here,” he pointed out, pressing a slow kiss to her bare shoulder. “With me.”

“But it’s a school night,” she reminded him, parroting back what her mom had told her every time she’d wanted to have a sleepover on a Sunday.

Tim snorted. “You’re an adult, sweetheart. You can stay here if you want to, whether you have school or not.” He started kissing her neck and squeezing her breast. “I don’t work the days you have school, y’know. I could drive you. We could fuck before you went in and when you got home.”

He twisted her nipple, and she whimpered softly, biting her lip. “Are you, like… asking me to stay here… long-term?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against her skin. “Makes it easier, don’t you think?” With that, he slid a hand between her legs. “I could hold you whenever I want, kiss you whenever I want. Fuck you whenever I want. Wouldn’t that be nice, baby?”

“Mhm,” she breathed as he started rubbing her clit.

“I want you with me all the time,” he told her. “You make me so happy, Lea.”

“You make me happy, too,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” She could feel the smile on her skin, hear it in his voice. “God, I fuckin’ adore you. Move in with me, sweetheart. Please.”

She giggled. “Okay. I’ll stay here if you want me to that bad.”

“Oh, I want you in a hell of a lot of ways.”

“Fuck, baby,” Tim groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Fuck.”

At that exact moment, there was a swift rapping on the door to his dressing room. “You’re needed on set, Tim!”

“Alright,” he called out in a voice that was far too controlled-sounding for someone who was currently having their dick sucked.

Lea pulled off of him and wiped the saliva from her lips without looking up at him. It was harder now that they were having sex and living together. He said he liked her an insane amount, but it was growing into more than that for her. She was fully cognizant of the fact that she was falling in love with him and could do absolutely nothing to stop it. So this— having to let him go so he could be with other girls the same way he’d only just been with her, it was… difficult. She did it, though. She adored him, so she did it.

He put two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face up. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know you want it. I’ll fuck you as soon as I’m done, alright?”

She nodded, allowing him to help her to her feet. Sliding a hand into her hair again, he pulled her in for a kiss that was hungry and desperate. He pulled away after a moment, though.

“Wish it wasn’t Mackenzie.”

“You really don’t like her, huh?” she observed.

He grimaced. “She yells at the production crew and is incredibly entitled. No, I don’t like her. No idea how I managed before I had you.”

With a wink, he strolled from the room.

“Tim!” came Mackenzie’s high-pitched screech through the door of the dressing room. “You can’t just storm off to fuck your girlfriend at the end of a scene!”

“I need my fluffer!”

Lea looked up from her phone at the sound of his voice, blinking in surprise, and was about to stand, unsure of what to do as she heard the sound of his bare feet on the linoleum. The door to his dressing room opened then, and his eyes searched the space frantically for her before fixating on her unblinking stare.

She glanced down at his dick. He was hard still, leaking precum from the tip. Within seconds, he locked the door behind him and strode over to her.

“Fuck,” Tim groaned, reaching for her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other. 

She moved away hastily, her back hitting the wall. He froze.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

This was a valid question for someone who didn’t—couldn’t—understand her predicament. After all, she’d never refused him before and was always eager for his touch.

“You were just with another girl,” she reminded him.

Tim looked confused. “Yeah, for work,” he said slowly. “I was having to think about you to stay hard.” He took a hesitant step towards her, gauging her reaction closely. “The girls they put me with, they’re either gonna be my type in about twenty years or they’re these tiny little things with nothing to grab onto. It’s very difficult to imagine you’re them when they look nothing like you.” 

She tensed at the further reminder of other women. How many had he fucked that day? She didn’t want to know.

He took another step forward. “Please, baby,” he practically begged. “I’ve basically been edging for the past two hours, thinking about how much I want you, that I wasn’t here to take care of my baby girl, fill her little pussy up and keep her satisfied, and if I don’t get inside you, I’m fairly certain I’m going to go insane.”

He was close to her now. She could kiss him if she wanted. It wouldn’t be difficult. No more than it usually was with their height difference, anyway.

“I wiped myself down,” he promised. “Don’t you want me to give it to you nice and hard, just the way you like?” He was speaking softly, his offer of pleasure oh so tempting. “Fill you with my cum and use my fingers to keep every drop inside you so you’re never empty?” After a moment, he added, “That said, I won’t pressure you if you really don’t want to.”

God, Lea could never resist him when he talked like that. Her lips parted, and his gaze fixated on them. He knew her tells. 

His eyes dilated, and he slammed his mouth against hers, gripping her thighs briefly and reaching up beneath her skirt to yank her panties down and off. 

Tim stroked between her legs, groaning when he touched her heat. “So fucking wet for me,” he muttered, kissing her hungrily. 

He tasted different. 

She ignored it.

Tim pressed her up against the wall, his nude body looming over her. “Pull your shirt down, angel,” he purred. “Let me see those tits.” She did so, reaching into her bra and shirt and pulling her breasts from their confines. He reached up to tug her nipples, twisting them lightly. “Fuck, baby. I wanna watch them bounce while I remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”

Something odd about Tim, she had learned, was that despite his choice in career, he was inexplicably possessive.

“You do,” she breathed as he hiked her legs up around his hips, holding her up by her ass. 

Tim slammed into her with a groan, and she inhaled sharply, her head thunking against the wall behind her. “God, Lea,” he gasped, immediately fucking her hard and fast against the wall. “Fuck, no one feels the way you do.”

“Tim,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “I— that’s so good, I—“

He leaned forward to mouth at her neck, and she arched against him. “Yeah?” he rasped in her ear. “Feels good getting fucked, babydoll? You like it?” He started mouthing at her neck and squeezing her ass, his fingers digging into her skin.

“I like it, I like it,” she chanted desperately. “Fuck, don’t stop, more—“

“My greedy girl,” he murmured, slamming into her. “So tight and wet for me, baby. All for me, isn’t it? Pussy’s all mine?”

“Uh huh,” she managed to force out. “God, you’re so big—“

“Nobody else could fill you up like I can, could they, sweetheart?”

“N— no, I—“

Tim rewarded her with another thrust. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”

“More, please,” she begged, holding him close. He felt so good inside her. “Please, don’t stop, please—“

“Anything you want, Lea,” he promised, kissing her hungrily. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want, make you cum as much as you want, but you whatever you want. Whatever you want, fuck.”

“You,” she said without hesitation. “Just you, please, oh god, Tim, I—“

“I know,” he murmured, nipping at her lower lip affectionately. “You’ve got me, sweetheart. ‘m all yours.”

He wasn’t, not really, but she told herself that that was okay. It was okay.

“Are you mine, Lea?” he wanted to know, watching her with dark, lidded eyes. She nodded eagerly. Apparently, however, her lack of verbal response was inadequate, because his grip on her ass tightened enough to bruise, which she kinda hoped it would, to be honest. “If you’re mine, tell me. Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.”

“I’m yours,” Lea managed. “I belong to you, just you, I—“ Her words were cut off by a particularly harsh thrust that made her body jolt and her eyelashes flutter. “Oh, fuck, Tim, I—“

“That’s it,” he grunted. “You like it? You like it when I fill your greedy little pussy, my fuckin’ pussy, baby, all mine, I own it.” He was babbling, but his words made her clench around him. “You like it when I fuck you all full of my cum, Lea?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Need this, need you, need you inside me like this, I need it.”

“Of course you do,” he crooned, his voice a sugar-sweet murmur against the shell of her ear. “Poor, innocent little Lea. Had my dick and now you can’t get enough, huh? Got turned into a greedy cockslut, didn’t you?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, hauling him up to kiss her again. “Only for you, Tim,” she promised. “Only if it’s you.”

“Always me, babydoll,” he agreed easily. “Nobody else. Not ever, you got that? Only dick you’ll ever take.”

“Yeah,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he jackhammered into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of his dressing room. She didn’t know if anyone outside the room could hear them, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care one way or the other. “Yeah, Tim, just you, just you, I swear—“

“Fuckin’ take it, sweetheart,” he growled, sucking a fresh bruise into the sensitive skin of her throat. “Take this cock like the dirty little slut I turned you into.”

“Harder, harder, more—“

“Nuh uh,” he snapped sharply. “Who decides what you get, Lea?”

“You do,” she acquiesced with a whimper even as her walls clenched down on him.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim praised, his voice raspy and thick with arousal. She was drenched; the sounds of their desperate, hungry fucking were wet and obscene, but she never wanted to hear anything else but that, the sounds of them together and his voice telling her that he adored her, that she belonged to him. “My good girl.”

She wished she could take him deeper inside her, wished she could melt into him entirely, and her legs tightened around his waist as he pounded into her. “Fuck me, please, god, Tim, fuck me—“

“I am fucking you, greedy girl,” he pointed out with a dark chuckle. “Splitting this little pussy open on my dick.”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her walls clenching around him rhythmically. “Yeah, that feels— oh fuck, Tim, gimme—“

“Givin’ it to you, baby,” he muttered. “Gonna fuck you as much as you want, I promise.”

“Kiss me,” she pleaded, suddenly overcome with a desperate need to feel his mouth against her own. “Kiss me, please.”

She could feel his smile against her lips when he obliged her, tugging her lower lip gently between his teeth before sucking her tongue into his mouth. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his curls, her breasts pressed against his chest.

When Tim pulled away, he began pressing wet, messy kisses into the skin of her face and neck, mouthing at the tops of her breasts. Still, he fucked her, each slide of his cock somehow better than the last, and she wished, however impossibly, that she could have this forever, that this complete and utter bliss could never end.

“Baby,” he groaned, panting hotly against the already flushed—sensitive, bruised—skin of her throat. “God, baby.”

“‘m yours, Tim,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through her veins like a drug. “All yours.”

“You’re goddamn right you are,” he almost growled. “Wanna feel this tight little pussy cum for me. You want that, baby? You wanna cum all over my cock?”

Want fluttered in her abdomen, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please make me cum.”

“Touch yourself, then,” he demanded, fucking her harder, impossibly harder. “Rub that pretty little clit until you cum.”

As soon as the words registered in her fucked-out brain, she snaked a hand between them, brushing a fingertip over her throbbing, oversensitive clit, and he rewarded her by digging his fingers into her ass and slamming into her. 

“Good girl,” he praised, watching her face closely, eyes dark and pupils blown with lust. “Rub it, sweetheart. So pretty when you cum, when you’re getting your sweet little pussy pounded.”

She barely even needed to move her hand at all because his thrusts were jolting her body enough that that was all that was needed to stimulate her, really, and she moaned, her hips trying to roll against his but unable to with the tight hold he had on her. She couldn’t speak; all that came out of her mouth were mindless cries of, “Unh, unh, unh, ah, oh—“

And still, through it all, Tim talked to her. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Cum for me, Lea. Such a dirty thing, aren’t you? Needing to be fucked and filled, to cum with a cock deep inside your slutty, eager little pussy?”

She could do nothing but moan wordlessly, her toes curling as she neared her peak.

“C’mon, babydoll,” he groaned. “Can feel you ‘bout to cum, sweetheart. C’mon. Give it to me. Own this pussy, every fuckin’ orgasm you have belongs to me. My pretty little slut, fuckin’ cum for me, baby, c’mon—“

And then she did, her back arching and muscles spasming as she cried out. Tim didn’t even give her body time to calm down before he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her bitingly as he fucked into her.

“Gonna cum,” he warned into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to encourage him. “‘m gonna—“ He wasn’t able to finish the thought, because he flooded her with a groan of her name, his thrusts becoming harsh and slow and deep. 

It wasn’t until several minutes later, when they were relaxing on the couch with her in his lap, that it occurred to her that she was in love with him.

The happiest of birthdays to my bestie @softhecreator, you’re fuckin awesome girl and if anyone tells you different lmk and I’ll take care of it 😘

Also yeah I was horny when I wrote the smut here idk what else to tell you bro 🤷‍♀️

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[katlandry]

I can’t stop thinking about Karen Wheeler and the fact that she definitely knows something.

It keeps me up at night the fact she got a S4 poster despite it being the season she’s been in the least, and why does she get a poster but Ted, Claudia and the Sinclairs don’t? Correct me if I’m wrong on these two points but I don’t believe she got a poster in S3 when she literally had her own little storyline and I don’t believe Dmitri or Yuri got posters in S4 when they’re in it waaaay more than Karen.

I’d also like to point out the fact that Nancy and Mike get targeted quite a bit compared to some of the others, like it was only their best friend’s who missing in season one, no one else. Ofc Lucas and Dustin are also Will’s best friends, but we really see Mike’s reaction and how he deals with it rather than Lucas or Dustin’s and we never see them hugging their parents or anything after “Will’s body” is found, then ofc Barb was Nancy’s only friend.

Nancy also gets targeted in season three at the hospital… “We’re coming for you, Nancy Drew.” and the fact the monster specifically targets her despite Jonathan being there AND trying to get its attention.

Then in S4 Nancy gets possessed by Vecna but he doesn’t want to kill her, he just wants her to give El a message (why her? why not Steve? Dustin? Lucas? Dustin and Lucas are definitely closer to El and Nancy’s like, the most ruthless character) she is also the only other character to have been in the void (albeit briefly) other than El, which is a whole other interesting point but I digress. Nancy’s weird relationship (?) with the Upside Down really should be it’s own post.

Back to Karen, in the finale script for S4 when it starts to “snow”, it says Karen looks on in “concern”… why would she be looking in concern? Surely she should be confused that it’s snowing not concerned?

To say she supposedly doesn’t know anything, she’s has quite a lot of scenes compared to Claudia and the Sinclairs and I feel like her having a poster in S4 is foreshadowing something…

You see this? This is the face of a woman who knows SOMETHING

#karen wheeler #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #natalia dyer #nancy stranger things #robin buckley #st4 #robin stranger things #maya hawke #ted wheeler #el hopper #jonathan byers #will byers #joyce byers #mike wheeler #holly wheeler #cara buono #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #erica sinclair

[sanctaignorantia]

Talking about things the trailers don't say, which means talking about the voices inside my head that won't shut up.🥸

It's going to be long, sorry...

When I watched the first trailer I first thought that this scene referred to a beach…

Well, it was all going wrong and the sixth extinction was the last, what if the beaches dried up? Anyway, what if this means by which people crossed over to the plane of the dead literally ceased to exist? Without water there's a big desert and nothing else. So that's what I thought, what we see is a beach, but whose beach? And then we had the coffin and the coffin is Higgs. But it didn't make much sense because Higgs would be trapped on Amelie's beach because of his fight with Sam, we heard the gunshot but we didn't see a body, where the fuck is Higgs Monaghan? Amelie kicked him off her beach, probably… BUT WHERE? If Higgs' beach is a vast expanse of sand, just a beach with no sea, then what the fuck?

Ok but I also thought of something else at the same time, like "why are they walking towards this portal?" - because it's definitely a portal and no one will tell me otherwise. And also an entrance to somewhere. These rock formations are definitely new material.

Do you remember the information we received from the Novelist's Son and the Spiritualist?

This is the part where I believe DS1 already contains a lot of spoilers about what will happen in DS2 VS what Kojima actually rewrote, I don't think he changed the basic constructions of the game but rather modified something here and there, when he says he "rewrote the story of the second game" I don't believe it's literally the whole story, you know?

Returning, the Spiritualist and the Novelist's Son give us information about portals and space/time travel and other forms of travel to the Beach.

I Saw Space in a Gourd (Novelist's Son)

Mr. Sam Bridges, Can I tell you a story about something that happened recently? I was preparing dinner when all of a sudden my beloved gourds popped into my head, and I just had to go take a look. Do you know what I found when I got there? The most marvelous specimen I ever laid eyes on! It was bigger than me, I swear! And while I was standing there, admiring it, I suddenly realized I was somewhere else. Inside of it! And I was a tiny baby! A tiny baby in a great big gourd world! I grew up there, became an adult, and eventually, gourd world had a Death Stranding of its own. So what did I do then? I shared gourds with all the people of gourd world, and they shut the BTs up inside them, and set them all on fire. Gourd world was safe, and I had saved it! But just as I was basking in the glory of it all, I woke to find myself back in the kitchen, and the pot boiling over! While I’d been living a whole other life in gourd world, only a few minutes had passed in this one! Sure, you could call it a daydream, but to me, it couldn’t have been more real. Has anything like that ever happened to you?

Prepper Interview: The Spiritualist

No one has been able to explain the Death Stranding, and I doubt that anyone ever will. Certainly not with science. Science is only suitable for observation. Measurement. "Objectivity." You can observe and measure as much as you like, but it will bring you no closer to an understanding. Sometimes, you need to expand your mind and open your heart. Seek the souls of the dead. Listen for the waves on the Beach... In antiquity, there were no barriers between the realms. People moved freely between the Earth, outer space, and the world of the dead. What are myths and legends if not records of these journeys? My research has only confirmed this. The pyramids of Egypt and Mesoamerica, the Nazcaan lines, Stonehenge—all gateways built by humans in order to access the Beach. Surely you can see that the wisdom of the ancients has never been more relevant?

I would count what the Spiritualist says as basically true because, let's see, it's the Spiritualist and DS is basically about that too. But looking at this arc and imagining a portal after all this information doesn't seem so absurd to me. And then you ask me why I quoted the Novelist's Son's email about the gourd?

Well, a chrysalis and a sarcophagus easily remind me of these gourds too and then we'd be talking about Higgs and Elle Fanning's new character and if both are connected, then portals and enclosures of this kind are no surprise.

We would still have Lou's pod as a form of communication, I don't know how these items work to talk to the dead, because I definitely use other means to talk to them, but they exist in various cultures, right? So we'd basically have 1) a means for time/space travel and the world of the living/dead like the coffin and the chrysalis and also 2) the pod as an item with which it's possible to communicate across planes. Who will know? I'm going to open Kojima's head and feed on his brains to find out.

The Spiritualist also tells us how the Egyptian artifact we gave her made her travel not only to the beach, but also into space, which reinforces her previous document. She also reassures us that the pyramids were portals. So let's assume that there are other ways to access the beach and that perhaps Higgs has discovered them or even knew about them (you handsome son of a bitch).

I would add the observation of rereading the information with the Evo-Devo Biologist because she says some things about tar as well and how it is used not only to search for things from the past but is also a means of creation, and we have exactly that about Chrysalis in trailer 2.

"Please understand, Sam... We never ment to string you along."

My brother in Christ, what's wrong with Fragile? She gives the mask Higgs wore to Sam in DS1 wanting him to tell everyone what happens when you wear a mask and we don't need to explain what that means, the lying, the hiding, the omission, Fragile was betrayed by someone she trusted and the first thing she does in DS2 is accept things from someone who is ANONYMOUS. Darling???

This may be a question of translation and the fact that I'm not fluent in English, but to me it clearly says that Sam has been tricked or Sam is feeling tricked or being tricked by them. What would Fragile and Drawbridge have to hide from Sam? That's not a good idea, not after all. Higgs knows things about Lou that Sam doesn't. Fragile with the Drawbridge calls Sam to help them and says it will help him and then there are more lies behind all this? More manipulation? More masks?

Let's go back two lines:

"If you wanna answers, you're gonna have to find 'em yourself. But.. The ones you do find-- well that pain you nurse… will only get worse. Sam the man, in the dark. About everything." (i can hear troy's voice echoing in my ear, ooooh)

I really hope Higgs is talking about the answers about Lou, because if it involves anything else with Fragile, Drawbridge and what else we'll have new, well… we're fucked. Higgs would come out as something like "I've at least always been honest with you, Sammy boy." *smiles like a crazy*

"Don't forget. Coming on this expedition was meant to help you to find the strenght to carry on. And you have. We all know you've got this. Now it's time to finish the journey, Sam."

I wonder why Kojima cut out these lines, Higgs implying that the answers will be painful and that only Sam can find them, which tells us that perhaps asking for or hoping for help is in vain. Then there's Fragile, confident that Sam at Drawbridge's side is exactly what Sam needs, but since when does Sam accept others telling him what he needs? Even Fragile? And why doesn't Fragile seem the least bit sad about Lou's death when in trailer 1 she basically witnesses the girl die? (I've already said something about Fragile taking care of Lou here.)

"I was there. I saw her home. And it was a hellhole."

If Sam is talking about the Chrysalis Girl, how on earth was this girl living alone in a hellish place? Was she inside the chrysalis when he arrived? Was the chrysalis her protection? Was this hellhole like this because of her? Did anyone ever ask the girl if she was a demon?

I recently read someone talking about how Higgs might be being manipulated, but what if Fragile is too and that's the lie she tells Sam? What if the person controlling Higgs is the same person manipulating Fragile?

#i wrote this yesterday and today it seems ridiculous #but i'm going to post it anyway because i got this idea out of my head #less stressed now #death stranding #death stranding 2 #fragile #sam porter bridges #lou #louise porter bridges #higgs monaghan #drawbridge #about-ds

[pupyuj]

do you think you could write something for dom!sinb if you get the chance? i feel like she’s the type to play games w her subs and do it unfairly too 🫣🫣 like she tells you to be quiet and you are quiet but then she finds some way to say you did it wrong so she just looks for excuses to tease and taunt you 🫠🫠🫠 idk i think she can be subby at times esp for some of the other members but she’s such a dom in other aspects 😔😔 if u do write something like this i’d prefer it not g!p but ik that’s something you like to do so don’t let me hold you back !! also, can i be 🐰 anon if it isn’t taken? i’ve been a silent enjoyer of your works for awhile 🤧🤧

hi and welcome, 🐰 anon!! glad you've been enjoying my stuff hehehe 💖 also i'm pretty sure this is my first time doing anything for my queenies in gfriend???? so yayyyy!!

now why are you inside my head anon i've thought about the exact same thing about dom!sinb for the longest time 😭 mostly the "looks for excuses to tease and taunt you" part bcs she enjoys that humiliated and frustrated look on your face whenever she accuses you of something you clearly didn't do, but you have to take responsibility for bcs what else were you going to do?? disobey her?? tell her she was lying?? no! you'd rather embarrass yourself than do that! prime example is when sinb is making you eat her out 👀 you're doing everything she tells you to do and it feels good but she's telling you you're not doing right (when you most certainly are!!) just to rile you up and make you work your mouth harder :((( she loves doing it bcs it does work and soon enough you have her seeing stars 🤤🤤

i feel like she's also super annoying (lovingly) 😭😭 bratty dom vibes yk?? she has you pinned to the wall but she won't do anything but talk shit 😭 you try to pull her in and she jokingly pulls away or just,, hovers close to your lips, smirking at your impatience,, and you can't even take it up to yourself bcs if you do anything to try and make the first move, sinb fucking skips away, leaving you hot and untouched 😤 super possessive tho, and any ounce of that brat is gone whenever you're at public events with her bcs she's just glaring at everybody who dares to look at your direction... might even mark you up beforehand to make a statement 🫣

in said public events, sinb will not be afraid to touch you inappropriately!! she can't have people thinking you didn't belong to her 😤😤 hands on your hands, thighs, arm—she will literally touch you anywhere as long as it sends a message to everybody else! she does not play about you fr 😭

okay okay but let's be real here she's so good at fucking??? LIKE AS MUCH AS SHE LOVES TEASING YOU she will never not try to make you feel like a princess in bed, bcs you are! you're her princess and you deserve to feel as such!! always hits the right spots, kisses all over your chest and neck, whispering sweet nothings against your skin... her favourite thing is eating you out bcs she can see just how good she's making you feel 👀 eats you out so good that your back is arched and your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and ofc this strokes her ego,, stuffs your cunt with her fingers when you're close, pumping in and out of you at an insane pace and merely watches as you writhed underneath her while your juices spurted out of your pussy,,,

definitely makes you watch while she licks your mess off her fingers 😭 laughing at your red face before being all soft??? hugging you, giggling while peppering your face with kisses??? her aftercare is definitely just cuddling you and making you laugh while watching movies <33

#🐰 anon #gfriend smut #gfriend imagines #gfriend x reader #gfriend x fem reader #hwang eunbi smut #hwang eunbi x reader #hwang eunbi x fem reader #hwang eunbi imagines #sinb smut #sinb imagines #sinb x reader #sinb x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group x fem reader #girl group imagines

[tojikai]

OH GOD KAI… (sorry in advance for the thesis that is this message)

I know that Satoru always plays it safe with condoms/plan B but birth control isn’t 100% 😭 she could still be pregnant 😭

I’m going to find comfort in the fact that Satoru probably would’ve had a more emotional reaction on the spot if Naomi was pregnant. (I’m coping so hard right now) I’m hoping that Satoru finally cuts his mother out for good and let’s his father know how fucking disgusting she is.

I can’t imagine what Satoru was thinking. The woman that raised him using him as a security blanket for her own selfishness and then the woman he thought he could have a companion in proving that she’ll do whatever it takes to tie him to her even if it’s not what he wants. aside from himself… who does he really have as a support system? he has his therapist yeah, but that’s not the same as having your person. my heart definitely goes out to him.

What the fuck was Naomi calling his mom for??? “Hey I tried to r*pe your son and it didn’t work and he’s really angry what do we do now?” YOU made the decision to follow through with it knowing damn well he doesn’t love you, you own it. don’t try to blame literally everyone else for your cruel actions because no one forced her to do anything. she made the decision to take the decision away from satoru and for that, she’s scum 🤷🏽‍♀️

i sincerely hope Satoru does put Naomi behind bars… and his mom, or at least gets a restraining order on the two of them. they’re horrible people worth less than the ground they walk on and i hope satoru’s dad lets him rain hell on them two.

now toji… i’m happy they’re both open about not being each others first choices but that’s Yui’s dad. he has every right to be uncomfortable with the fact that Satoru has openly confessed his love for y/n but i hate that he invalidated her feelings of being uncomfortable and told her to get over it when it came to a pet name she didn’t wanna be called. y/n even said it’s not the fact that he talks about his late wife in general, it’s about HOW he makes her feel when he does mention her. there’s a big difference because he only does it in a way that compares the two. and then weaponizing her pain to drive home his point??? that’s definitely not cool.

it’s safe to say the honeymoon period is over and now they’re going to be dealing with the baggage of their past relationships. satoru is always going to be a presence in their lives and so will megumi’s mother (through toji’s words) whether they like it or not. i kind of hate that satoru is willing to give up time with his daughter to make sure toji doesn’t get upset (don’t punish yui 😭) communication is going to be key and they’re going to need to see if they want to work through it because love isn’t enough sometimes.

i wonder what y/n would do if satoru told her what naomi and his mother tried to do… i think she probably should know since it involves yui’s grandmother and who knows what that crazy bitch will do (to yui) to keep satoru. personally, i think that y/n should beat the shit out of her, for EVERYTHING that woman has done. to y/n, to satoru, to yui, to satoru’s dad? i know for a fact she wouldn’t let him deal with everything alone if she found out and part of me hopes they can rely on each other for this.

i’m still hoping for a gojo endgame with a reunited family myself, but i mostly just want everyone to be at peace regardless of what happens 😭 i think satoru has shown actual progress and willingness to ensure y/n and yui’s happiness at the cost of his own and i’d love to see them reunite and get through this stronger than ever 🥹

you killed it again kai! i have so many emotions and thoughts and i can’t wait to see what happens next. thank you for sharing your work and i hope you have a fantastic week! much love 🥰

OMGGGG i enjoyed reading this a lot !! esp. the part where you pointed out how yn's problem was not just toji mentioning his late wife. but rather, how it makes her feel. it wasn't a surprise to her that he'd talk about her at times since she knows about his past, what made yn sad was how it seems like he was trying to tell her to do what she does. that's why she said she felt like a 'placeholder.' :'(( and yeah, the betrayal satoru felt when he found out how his mom spoke w naomi abt it is just too much, and the fact that he has to bear it by himself too :((( as for him giving up their time together w Yui so as to not upset toji, does not only show selflessness but also his hopelessness. he's thinking abt long term, like the school events thing mentioned, which implies that he really thinks that he's got no chance w yn anymore yet he's still trying to make it all up to her 🥹 i feel like satoru's been through too much during these past few chapters😭 anyways, thank you much for sharing your thoughts and for your support <33 it took a bit for me to respond to asks, but i hope you're doing well~ take care !!

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

[moltengoldveins]

That TCU post…that is truly one of, if not the greatest thing I’ve ever seen come out of this fandom. I tried my own hand a while back at writing “the dsmp but taken seriously”; gave it a name and a playlist but didn’t really write much before I went back to my other projects. If you ever have the motivation to do more with that outline I’d be honored to be a co-writer or help out in any way, or if you want you could just use my title as a name for the series: A Ballad of Broken Dreams.

holy crap op this is so sweet. Thank you so much. I’m… wow ok. That. Wow. Thank you. That’s legitimately so kind and I’m so glad you enjoyed it XD. Id also Love to see your playlist and your thoughts behind the songs if you’re down?! That sounds awesome :D

funnily enough, I’ve had a drafted outline for this heccin thing running around in my head since the Butcher Army arc. Right around when SAD-ist dropped her animatic, I simultaneously realized ‘oh wow, I Adore this concept’ and ‘oh wow, I Highly doubt the CCs are gonna manage to do this the way I’d want to see it’ and lo and behold: I was correct. So painfully correct. (There were also People Involved whom I had Really Bad Feelings About from very early on that, sure enough, turned out to be exactly what i thought they were, rip) So the Emduo prequels, Icarus heccin Dying, and the end of Axe of Peace have been around for Ages.

I’d honestly love to do more with this concept, (i am designing movie posters as we speak) but due to Chronic Illness Pog I’m in a rather unstable financial situation? And don’t have a ton of free time for art. Any big projects are gonna take a While, or id need to find a way to use it or something adjacent to fund, y’know, Rent. That being said, I’m definitely writing the emduo prequels, both as movie scripts and as novels, as those are the films focused on, yknow, My Bois. I also think it’d be hilarious to release the novels and then the scripts and watch people Loose Their Minds over the ‘inaccurate adaptation >>:(‘

I’d absolutely love to work with other people in the fandom on this stuff, though I’ve never been the best at directly co-writing (my writing method and style is painfully specific (ie needlessly poetic) and I’m very autistic: I don’t like it when people touch that Specific Thing) but literally anything else? Im open ears. I love collabs.

and finally, I adore your name for the series, (excellent word choice there /srs, it fits perfectly with the symbolism of the whole story) and I think it works really Really well for the actual DSMP, but if I’m entirely honest… I’m not sure it fits the TCU? Like genuinely I’m so grateful for the suggestion, I love when people offer ideas and bounce things around like that. But one of the main things I tried to do with this concept was work out how the story could actually end Well. A deep-seated belief in the good-but-fallen nature of man, the importance of hope, and the inevitability of redemption kinda comes part and parcel with the whole Being-A-Christian Thing (if it doesn’t, you’re missing the Whole Point Of The Bible) and while the actual DSMP may have ended in broken dreams… this doesn’t. That was my first thought when writing that outline: This Is Going To End Well. Not for wish-fulfillment reasons, not because I’m naive or I don’t like bad endings, but because fundamentally, everything sad is a lie, and if the story has ended in tragedy, it hasn’t ended yet.

If I had to pick a series name now, I’m not sure what I’d pick. A part of me balks at referencing anything popularized by Our Local Redacted, but ‘unfinished symphony’ wasn’t his in the first place, it was from Hamilton. “The Finished Symphony” has a cool ring to it? I dunno. If anyone else has ideas please feel free to toss them in here aight, I’m not settling on anything for a While.

Anyways, thanks for Ted talking with me, drink water 💜

#TCU #Sure hope that tag isn’t already used for anything horrible I don’t know about XD #Technoblade Cinematic Universe #Asks #I’ve never really answered an ask before this is new and exciting #Op sorry for co-opting your ask to rant about the goodness of life and the importance of redemption for a sec there #Well I’m not Sorry sorry but you get my meaning XD #technoblade #dsmp #dsmp au #antarctic empire #emduo

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

I don't know if they're the question in here or I'm just here ramble, so I apologize in advance. I'm thinking a lot about Hogwarts Mystery.

I think that jam city really messed up by trying to create so many classmates for MC. if they had focused on the original four or so they could have done something really interesting with parallel arcs to what happened during Jacob's years.

for example we have MC dealing with this constant worry that maybe Jacob wasn't as good as they thought. or the idea that maybe he went crazy maybe he isn't who we thought he was. we also have the MC consistently dealing with visions and people not trusting them. they could grapple with this concept of can they even trust themself. and are they going to turn out like their brother.

Then we have Ben & Rowan and Duncan and Olivia.

Rowan dying in story was very bizarre because it didn't feel well set up in a lot of ways. the idea of them dying is interesting because they have such clear goals but in story it didn't work cuz where did they come from etc etc. but I think it could have worked in a thematic sense especially if we played into the parallel between Duncan and Rowan. If I'm remembering the lore correctly. Duncan and Jacob were best friends looking for the cursed vaults, they also probably got sucked into it a little bit too much at least Jacob did and Duncan must have gone along with it to some extent. Obsession seems to be a family trait and Roman deeply cared for MC. So them dying could play into this concept of history repeating itself.

It also could play into the concept of MC doubting themselves because their best friend is dead.

Moreover it would be even more thematic if Rowan were to come back as a ghost. in canon they didn't finish their goals and they died young, a perfect candidate. I love the idea that maybe there could be an extended arc where MC tries to make it up to Rowan or grapples with the fact that they cause them the state they're in. but we can also have a breaking of the cycle by allowing the MC and Ben a chance to reconcile with Rowan.

I don't know if any of this made sense if you're reading this thank you.

Rambling is quite literally the name of the game on this blog, dear anon. You are always welcome here with questions, comments, ideas, or anything else.

I sort of agree and disagree. I think the large ensemble of creative and interesting characters this game has given us is easily it’s greatest strength. However, there are too many. There are simply too many, more than the game knows what to do with. The developers keep adding more, rather than focusing on the existing cast. They add new characters even after a point where they’d have nothing to do. Victor and Alanza are perhaps the greatest victims of this phenomenon. They could have been cut. It would have changed very little. Honestly, I believe the game could handle far more than four characters, that it was doing just fine for a while with the cast it had, especially during the first half of Year 6 when it seemed like they were done adding brand new characters…but it wasn’t to be. Nonetheless, I’d be interested to see your version of events, where the game focuses on four core characters.

MC’s relationship with Jacob and how they feel about him was a major story development that affected everything about their character and the game’s mystery. Was. Everything about Jacob, including his moral ambiguity, seemed to fade away once he was rescued. He did nothing after that point, apart from a few obligatory appearances that didn’t live up to their full potential. He was there in the Sunken Vault, why did he get no rematch with Rakepick? Or even dialogue with her? Jacob would have served the story a lot better if…and this is going to sound cruel…if he had been the one to die in the Forbidden Forest. Because you’re right, Rowan’s death was weirdly dealt with. MC had barely interacted with them since Year 2.

But I think you’re right. There’s definitely an echo to be found here, between Duncan and Rowan. If Rowan had been present throughout the game’s story, it could have had more impact. I mean, their death was foreshadowed. Under the Imperius Curse, Rowan forced MC to choose between themself and Ben to die. Then there was the priceless line, “I’ll miss you when Madam Rakepick kills you.” The one thing I have to disagree with you on is Rowan coming back as a ghost. If this game wasn’t a prequel and it was possible for them to return and succeed Professor Binns, I suppose that would be one thing. But part of Rowan’s goal is the dramatic irony behind it. From the start, they wanted to be the youngest Professor in Hogwarts history, but we all knew that would never happen. Because we read the books, and Rowan wasn’t there. Beyond that…returning as a ghost is well established in this universe to be something most people don’t do. That it’s only an imitation of existence that people choose because they fear death, and thus never get to know the afterlife. They don’t get to board a train. I don’t think Rowan would do that, and that point is made in the Head Kid TLSQ, my all time favorite quest.

#Rowan Khanna #HPHM Jacob #HPHM Jacob’s Sibling #HPHM Spoilers #Duncan Ashe #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley: The Wilderness Years

Chapter 11: Ring Down the Curtain

A/N: Artemis has been keeping secrets from Chester again, but this time, she isn’t the only one hiding something. Warnings: a bit of angst.

The midsummer sun was high in the sky over Ottery St Catchpole. Artemis sighed as she looked out of the window at the honeysuckle tree that stood proudly in the middle of the Weasleys’ garden and the rolling green fields in the distance, all bathed in bright light.

“It’s a perfect day for flying,” she said, as much to herself as anyone else. From her spot by the window she could see that the door of the Weasleys’ broom shed was ajar. “Anyone else want to go?”

She turned her attention back to the people inside the Burrow; Bill and Charlie, their parents, and Chester. None of them made to move, and Bill laughed as he shook his head.

“Artemis, we’ve just eaten. I can’t believe you want to go flying now.”

“I agree with Bill,” said Chester. “I’d much rather remain stationary, but don’t let me stop you.”

Artemis did not miss the amused look that the Weasley brothers shared at his words, and she herself had to suppress a smile. She had never been one to let anyone stop her from doing anything, and she was not about to start now. 

Still, for the sake of politeness, she placed one hand on Chester’s arm as she stood up and asked him: “Are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s not like you’ll be able to concentrate on the conversation without fidgeting until you’ve been out and gotten the energy out of your system, is it?”

Artemis rolled her eyes, but grinned as she left Chester’s side to walk across the room, pausing as she reached the sofa where Charlie was sitting.

“You’ll come with me, won’t you, Charlie?” she said, raising her eyebrows as if she were daring him to say no. Charlie swallowed and quickly glanced across at Chester, and Artemis sighed loudly. “Charlie. I’m asking you a question.”

“Of course. Sorry,” said Charlie. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

The air outside was crisp and warm and grass scented, and the two of them walked in companionable silence to the broom shed and selected two of the least battered and worn-looking broomsticks to take out across the fields that surrounded the house Bill and Charlie had grown up in. Once up in the air, they weaved between the trees in the orchard and raced up to a grassy bank on the side of Stoatshead Hill, where they paused to take a break in the dappled shade provided by a sycamore tree. 

“It’s good having you back,” Artemis told him. “You and Bill. This is the first time I’ve seen you all year.”

“I know. I should come home more often.”

“You should. I miss hanging out with you.”

“Literally?” Charlie asked, rising in the air to grab hold of a branch and using his arms to lift himself up. Artemis laughed and shook her head.

“Very funny, monkey boy.” She pulled a face, and Charlie returned to his broomstick, still smiling. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I’ve been busy, you’ve been busy. It feels like everyone’s busy, and then before you know it, six months have gone by without seeing anyone.” Charlie paused and glanced back in the direction of the house. “Things seem a lot better than they were back in December. Between you and Chester, I mean.”

“They are. I overreacted, really. It was just an argument, that’s all. A big argument, and it was my fault, but yeah. It’s okay now. I told him stuff, and now I think he gets it. I mean, you saw how much effort he was making with all of you today.”

Charlie hummed in response. His eyes didn’t quite meet Artemis’ own, and she got the feeling that he didn’t believe her.

“And we had Kingsley over last month and went to my aunt and uncle’s the other night, too,” she continued. “He suggested all of it. So he’s trying, really trying.”

“Yeah. That’s great. You definitely look happier.”

“I am.”

“That’s the main thing.”

At last, Charlie looked her in the eyes. He was being sincere, and so Artemis returned his good-natured smile, though hers quickly became sheepish.

“I’ve accepted a new job,” she said, quietly.

“I heard. Sounds like a good one, too. Personal assistant to the Head of Department.” Charlie let out a low whistle. “Very high-powered.”

He grinned, but Artemis bit her lip. She shook her head.

“No, I’m turning Ludo down. I’ve taken a different job. A Curse-Breaking position.”

“You’re going back to Gringotts?” Charlie frowned. “No offence, mate, but I’m surprised they’ve taken you back.”

“No, they’d never do that,” Artemis laughed. “It’s an independent agency, the one Merula works for. Won’t pay as well as Gringotts, or as the Ministry even, but it means I’ll be able to travel loads, which is good.”

“Right. And Chester doesn’t mind that?” asked Charlie. Artemis didn’t respond. Charlie looked at her. “You have told him about this, haven’t you?”

“I only took the job a couple of days ago.”

“And he has no idea?”

“I will tell him, it’s just that we’ve both been busy since then. Everyone’s busy, you said so yourself.”

Not wanting to see the expression on Charlie’s face anymore, Artemis turned back to look at the view instead. She heard Charlie sigh beside her, and she glared at him from the corner of her eye. He shrugged.

“I’m happy for you,” he said.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Artemis smiled. “Thank you. I know I probably shouldn’t have taken it without telling Chester, but they offered it to me, and it was such a good opportunity, and I’m actually excited about it. Really excited.”

“I can see that. It’s great. When do you start?”

“Whenever I want. I’ll be finished with the tournament tomorrow night, after all.”

“And when are you going to tell Chester?” Charlie asked, and Artemis raised her eyebrows at him. He shook his head. “I’m not judging, don’t worry.”

He was, but Artemis didn’t mind. Deep down, she knew he had a point. 

“I’ll tell him tomorrow. It’ll be fine, it’s a great job, and it’s what I’m good at. Yeah, the one with the Department pays better - a lot better, actually - and I’d be around a lot more, but it’s not really me. Chester will understand that.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, but his eyebrows furrowed. “Maybe don’t tell him you’ve actually taken the job.”

“But I have taken it.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that.”

“So I should just lie to him?”

“No, just don’t tell him every single part of it. You’ll still be telling him more than you are anyway, and it’ll probably save an argument,” Charlie shrugged. “I just think he’ll accept it better if you tell him you want to take the job rather than saying you’ve already done it without talking to him about it first.”

Artemis pursed her lips, considering the suggestion.

“Would you accept that better?”

“I reckon so, yeah. I mean, you’re supposed to be a team, right? This is the sort of thing that you should maybe talk about before making snap decisions. Again, not judging, just saying.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Artemis gnawed on her lower lip. “What if he says that he doesn’t want me to take the job?”

“Artemis, you are obviously over the moon about it. He’s not going to say no to something that is so clearly going to make you happy. And it’s not like you’d listen if he said no, anyway.” He smirked, and Artemis pulled a face at him. “Come on, let’s go back. They’ll be wondering where we’ve got to.”

Not long after they returned, it was time for Artemis and Chester to leave. Artemis hugged each of the three male Weasleys in turn; and Chester kissed Mrs Weasley on the cheek.

“Thank you for lunch,” he said. “The gammon was delicious. Much better than my mum’s, but don’t tell her I said that.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Molly beamed. “You two must come again soon.”

“I’m sure we will.”

“Try to stop us,” said Artemis, and Mrs Weasley turned her attention towards her. Artemis stiffened as Molly made a high-pitched noise and smothered her in a hug, emerging with an even wider smile than before and her eyes sparkling with tears. “Molly, are you alright?”

“Yes, dear, I’m… It’s just so lovely to see you, that’s all.”

Artemis laughed. “We’re seeing each other tomorrow.”

“Of course we are, dear. Silly me. Now, are you sure you’ve taken enough leftover Bakewell tart?”

“I don’t think I can carry any more, Molly.”

“No, and I suppose you won’t want to ruin your appetite for this evening.”

“What’s this evening?” Artemis asked, and Chester cleared his throat before Molly could answer.

“We’re going out for dinner,” he said. Artemis frowned, and he smiled at her. “I thought that we should celebrate the Tournament finishing.”

“But I thought we were all going to the Three Broomsticks after to celebrate.”

“We can celebrate twice.”

“I think celebrating twice is a wonderful idea,” said Molly, nodding her head so quickly that Artemis thought for a moment it might fall off. She made that strange squeaking noise again. “Oh, come here and let me give you another hug.”

As Molly’s arms wrapped around her once more, Artemis made eye contact with Bill and Charlie over her shoulder. Bill shook his head and Charlie looked as confused by Molly’s behaviour as Artemis felt.

“So, we should probably get going,” Chester said with a firm but diplomatic tone. He turned to Bill and held out his hand, and Bill removed his own to shake it. “Thank you. You too, Arthur.” Mr Weasley inclined his head, a small smile playing on his face, and Chested nodded his own at Charlie. “Pleasure to see you again.”

“You too, mate.”

With that, they left the Weasleys waving goodbye to them on the doorstep, Molly’s tear-filled eyes remaining on them all the way to the front gate.

“What’s up with Molly?” Artemis whispered to Chester. “Was she being that strange while we were out flying?”

“I don’t think she was behaving strangely at all.” 

Artemis raised her eyebrows in disbelief, but Chester merely smiled at her. She sighed. 

“So, where are we going for dinner?”

“Patience is a virtue, Artemis.”

“What?”

Chester laughed. “It means you’ll have to wait and see.”

Artemis had never been good at waiting, and there were still several hours remaining until it was time to go to dinner. Chester preferred to eat late in the evening, and so by the time the two of them arrived at the little restaurant in Covent Garden they had gone to on their first ever date, she was regretting not taking more of Molly’s leftovers.

They were seated at the same table by the window, outside which the string quartet was still playing. Artemis tilted her head to one side as she listened to them, only partially aware that Chester was watching her do so.

“It’s peculiar coming back here now, isn’t it?” he asked her, and she hummed in response. He took her hand in his. “The last time we came here, we barely knew one another, and now we’re living together. I’ll be applying to officially join the council, you’ve got your job with Ludo… It feels like everything’s coming together, doesn’t it?”

Artemis drew a deep breath. Now was her time to tell him perhaps not the whole truth, but more of the truth than she’d told him so far.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head slowly. “About the job thing. I’m thinking I might turn it down, actually.”

Chester’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh? Why is that?”

“I’ve been offered something else. Something better. Curse-breaking.”

“Gringotts want you back?”

“No, it’s an independent agency. My friend Merula works for them, and she put in a good word. I looked into it, and it’s a better option.”

“So they’ve offered you more money than Ludo?”

“Um, no. They can’t pay me as much,” said Artemis, and Chester’s eyebrows furrowed as if confused. “But it means I can travel more, and do what I’m good at, what I really like doing.”

“But I thought you hated curse-breaking.”

“I hated Gringotts. Curse-breaking I actually liked, really liked. So I think I should go back to it again, don’t you?”

“I’m not certain that I do,” Chester told her. 

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s less money, it means you will be away a lot of the time, and it’s hardly like curse-breaking is a particularly safe line of work. It’s a risky business.”

“I don’t mind taking risks, though,” Artemis shrugged. “I think it would make me happier.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. There are other things that might make you happy.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like this. Us,” Chester exhaled. “Artemis, I’d really like to talk about us, and where we’re going.”

“Do you not want to move to Cardiff anymore?”

“Not… No, Cardiff I’m happy with. I’m happy with a lot about our relationship and the direction it’s heading in, and… Well, I think that perhaps it’s time that we officialise things.”

Artemis wasn’t quite sure what Chester meant. She frowned, and he removed his hands from hers to reach into his pocket and bring out a small box, which he opened up to reveal…

A ring. 

It was made of silver so unblemished it must have been goblin-wrought, with blue and white glittering stones set into the band in the shape of a flower. Artemis blinked.

“Is that…”

“It was my grandmother’s,” said Chester. “I’d like you to have it, if you’d do me the honour.”

“Wait,” Artemis shook her head. “Let me get this straight. Are you just giving it to me as a gift or…”

“I’m giving it to you as a way of asking you to marry me.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Chester laughed, not unkindly, “I’d like you to be my wife.”

“Again, why?”

“Artemis, you are one of the most interesting and impressive people I’ve ever met. The things you’ve overcome, what you’ve achieved in spite of what you’ve had to face… It’s extraordinary,” said Chester. He smiled and looked at Artemis with an earnest expression in his always tired-looking eyes. “I know that you have been let down in the past and that you’re afraid of being let down again, and I want you to know that you don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m committed to you, and to us. You can trust me.”

Artemis swallowed hard. She didn’t think that she was afraid. Was she? She didn’t feel afraid. But she could trust Chester, she knew that much, she could see that he was being honest from the look in his eyes. She was the dishonest one.

“I told them I wanted it,” she said quietly. Chester frowned.

“What?”

“The curse-breaking job. I’ve already accepted it.”

“You’ve already accepted it,” Chester repeated her words. He withdrew his grandmother’s ring from her, ever so slightly. “Were you not planning on talking that decision through with me first?”

“I talked about it just now.”

“A little too late when you’ve already accepted the position.”

“I didn’t know if they’d wait, and I really wanted it. It’ll be good for me.”

“What about what’s good for us?” 

Chester’s question went unanswered. Artemis looked out of the window.

“I thought you’d be happy for me,” she almost whispered, and she heard him sigh.

“Of course I’m happy for you, I just wish that you’d discussed this with me before making a decision,” he told her. “This affects both of us, especially now that we’re getting married.”

He looked pointedly at the ring that was still in his hands and not yet on Artemis’ finger. She raised one eyebrow at him.

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“No, but you will,” Chester replied. He chuckled, but his voice was confident and self-assured, as if he were telling Artemis rather than asking her. She stiffened slightly, and as she did, so did Chester. His smile faded. “Won’t you?” 

Artemis pursed her lips and looked at the ring sparkling in the candlelight until Chester closed the box so that it snapped shut. He rubbed his jawline with one hand.

“Ah. Right,” he said. “I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. You’re really clever.”

“And yet I completely misjudged this.”

The expression on Chester’s face was one of mingled disappointment, surprise, embarrassment, and hurt. Artemis shook her head.

“It’s just a big decision, that’s all,” she told him, trying her hardest to undo the damage she had done. “You’re always talking about thinking things through before making big decisions.”

“I think if you need to think this through, then your decision is pretty evident,” said Chester. He let out a quiet but harsh-sounding laugh. “This is so humiliating.”

“Hardly. It’s only us that knows…” Artemis’ voice tailed off, realising from the look on Chester’s face that this wasn’t true. “Molly knew. You told Molly.”

“She heard me talking about it to Bill and Arthur.”

“Why were you talking to Bill and Arthur?”

“Because I was asking for their permission to ask you.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Well, in most cases you’d ask someone’s father or older brother,” explained Chester. “I could hardly do that, so instead I had to go for the other options. Bill, Arthur, Kingsley, your uncle…”

“Wait,” Artemis wrinkled her nose. “You asked all of them and never even thought to ask me-”

“I asked you just now.”

“Bit too late when you’ve already gone and got your grandmother’s ring out,” Artemis half-snapped. “Did you ever even bother to think about what I wanted?”

Chester blinked. “I thought that you wanted this.”

“What do you mean, this?” Artemis asked, her irritation growing by the second. “Sitting in a nice restaurant and wearing someone else’s ring on my finger and working in an office under the ground? Having boring dinner parties and talking about politics like it’s just interesting and clever and not something that actually affects people and-”

“Having some sort of security and a real family after years of struggling on your own and having been abandoned by everyone,” Chester corrected her. “I thought you would want that.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Artemis replied. “And not everyone has abandoned me, either.”

“Don’t act like you don’t understand what I mean,” said Chester coolly.

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand, Artemis?”

“Me.” Artemis raised her eyebrows. At last, she understood. “I thought that it was all my fault because I didn’t tell you everything, but even now… I make my own decision, and you say we should make that decision together because it involves both of us, but then you go and make decisions for me. Not even with me, because you ask Bill and Kingsley, and… You think you know what I want, but you don’t know me, and it’s not my fault, it’s just... You don’t understand me even one bit.”

“No,” said Chester, and he looked at Artemis as if he were seeing her properly for the first time. “I don’t think I do.”

There was nothing left to say. The two of them fell silent, while outside, the string quartet continued to play, their notes long and drawn out and mournful, as if they knew that something was about to die.

#artemis hexley #the wilderness years #harry potter fanfiction #hpff #charlie weasley #bill weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #chester davies #hphm fic #hogwarts mystery

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Day 38: Meadville to Bradford, PA

101 miles, 5,820ft ascent, 6:14

Fall announced itself with a chilly 39 degree start of our ride; fluffy clouds obscured the sun for most of the day and the average temp for my 6 hour ride was a brisk 50 degrees. As you can see in the picture my cold weather gear includes a long sleeve bike jersey, arm and leg warmers, headband and cleat covers in addition to my standard two bibs and short sleeve jersey. Normally I would shed some of these layers at the first refueling stop, but not today.

As noted in a comment by Lesley Conzelman yesterday, Pennsylvania is hilly! Today’s route required ascending like we haven’t seen since we were out west. We had a few big climbs, but most of the ascent came from the accumulation of rolling hills. Much of today’s route kept us near the Allegheny River and through the Allegheny National Forest. The scenery was pretty to be sure, but I couldn’t help imagining how much more beautiful it will be in a few weeks when the leaves start to change. We are seeing the first hints of color, but it hasn’t really started yet.

Although today was a few degrees colder than I’d prefer, I ride very strongly in the cool weather. I’m no longer battling just to stay hydrated and now only carry two bottles like everyone else. The two bottles can last 40-50 miles so I tend to skip the refueling stops and just eat a gel or two from my pocket. The other riders kid me about this, but I find it harder to get going after each stop and would rather sail through with as few stops as possible. Case in point, although we’ve been riding for 35 days, I think today was my best day in terms of normalized power (218 watts).

I haven’t talked much about our guides, but they are the key to the success of this trip and have been simply incredible. This is the first time all 5 guides on the trip are veterans of the cross country trip, having guided it at least once before. We have three vehicles in support and the guides rotate driving with riding with the group. Interestingly, there is no seniority among the guides in terms of decision making etc., they all have an equal vote. On the hand, the job is pretty straightforward and repetitive; load the luggage trailer in the morning, send the riders on their way, execute 4-6 refueling stops and a lunch stop, set up the arrival area at the hotel, join the group dinner and repeat for 47 days. Along the way they are sourcing food, snacks, drinks, preparing delicious lunches literally in the middle of nowhere, repairing and adjusting bikes and answering the rider question, “Where’s the next refueling stop?” several hundred times a day. They do all this tirelessly with a smile and are definitely getting a big tip from me and the rest of the riders.

Blake and Megan, the two guides on the left, are in their mid-30’s, have been with Trek for several years and were married a few weeks ago. Meghan is the guide who was hit yesterday. Brian, the guide in the middle was in the Air Force for >10 years before requesting a special

transfer to complete Army Ranger training. He is now in the North Carolina reserves as an Air Traffic Controller. Rae, the guide second from the right was a D1 soccer player with degrees in math and economics. She didn’t know anything about biking but interviewed for the job and is the youngest guide Trek has ever hired. Actually her age is a bit of a challenge because Trek guides need a Commercial Drivers License and the insurance is complicated if you’re under 26. I don’t know Brent as well, but he’s the guide who drove me to the hotel and checked me in when I was sick and I’ll always be grateful for his care and compassion. This trip literally couldn’t happen without outstanding guides and they’ve never let us down

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🔥 Buffyverse

Okay, I think my most genuinely unpopular Buffyverse opinion might be that I really don't like Fred.

To be clear, it's not that I actively dislike Fred.  It's not that I think Fred does anything particularly heinous or objectionable.  (Or that I would hold it against her if she did: I mean, I'm a huge fan of Faith, so honestly it could only help.)

No, Fred does something much worse than commit fictional crimes: she's boring.  She’s really, really boring.  She feels much more like a character archetype – the Quirky-and-Pretty Science Girl that seems to appear in every show Joss Whedon ever produced – than a real three dimensional person.  She just doesn’t feel grounded to the wider world of the show she’s meant to belong to.

Arguably, I suppose, you could make a similar argument about Willow, especially in the first couple of seasons of Buffy.  And I’d agree that Willow also definitely has elements of this sort of character archetype. Like Fred, Willow is absurdly good at generic Science and it never really seems to matter which field.  Like Fred, Willow is absurdly lacking in self-confidence, and often incredibly awkward and childish in social settings, but in a way that is played off as cute and charming rather than debilitating.  And her main role in an episode, after doing some preliminary research, is often to be menaced by the villains so that the real heroes can swoop in and rescue her.

But I actually really like Willow, and I always have done: she's one of my favorite characters.   The difference, I think (beyond the fact that I first watched Buffy at a more impressionable age) is that Willow has a very clear character arc that Fred never gets, one where she is allowed to be an individual in her own right with real and meaningful flaws that emerge organically from the things we see her do and say and which in turn drive the larger plot onwards.  

Because Willow, ultimately, is central to the story of Buffy -- the only character other than Buffy herself to appear in every episode, the character with the second most total screen time after Buffy, practically the secondary protagonist of Buffy's fourth and sixth seasons, vital to the ending of the whole series in Chosen -- in a way that Fred never is or could be to the story of Angel.  Willow gets openly frustrated about ‘just’ being Buffy's friend and sidekick as the show progresses and her role gradually evolves into something else.  A Buffy Summers who never knew Willow would be a very different person. But Fred never stops being the damsel in distress that Angel is supposed to rescue.  All that changes is that, one day, Angel doesn’t manage to recuse her.

(Also, Willow has a good excuse for occasionally acting childish in the first couple of seasons of Buffy: she literally is a child.  Fred on the other has got to be in her mid-twenties at least – she was already in grad school five years before she’s first introduced – but she does not, at any point of the show I can think of, act remotely like somebody who is at least five years older than Cordelia.)

Fred appears in 67 episodes of Angel – only six characters in Buffy and five other characters in Angel appear in the Buffyverse more –  but what does she actually do with all that screentime?  What is her story?  Forget about all the time she spends hanging around in the Hyperion telling us how grateful she is that a "handsome man" rescued her from the monsters.  Forget the interminable seasons-spanning love triangle subplot which badly undermines both Gunn and Wesley's characters while doing nothing to develop her own (and indeed one in which Fred herself is treated more like a prize to be fought over than as a person).  Who is Fred? What does Fred want? 

We're occasionally teased with the idea that she might have had a troubled relationship with her parents, or that she might be driven by her experiences to take revenge on the person responsible for her suffering, or do something unexpected.  But the show always decides that, no, that would be too interesting.  Fred's parents are both really nice and she loves them. Gunn murders her old physics professor so she won't have to blame herself for it.  Other than her parents, she doesn’t seem to have any sort of social life or connections to people outside Angel Investigations, or any positive reason to stay working with Angel Investigations.  She just … does.  And then she gets arbitrarily killed off for reasons completely beyond her control – by something that neither she nor the viewers have ever heard of before – just so that all the men left alive in the show can be sad about it.

Oh, and it doesn't help my opinion of her that Fred is first introduced during the Pylea arc which (bonus unpopular opinion alert!) I also think is … uh, really bad.  I mean, it's certainly not the worst thing the show ever does -- it's not even the worst thing it does outside of Season 4 -- but I do think it's where the rot first sets in: it’s the point at which the show just starts getting worse and worse.   

#ats #btvs #asks #thanks!

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Endline snippets but its Kaemory and im crying also Pretty Face by PUBLIC is literally the kaemory song ever,,, UE UE UE… also kae pov

I’m holding her hand. Oh. That’s kind of embarrassing. I can feel my face start to heat up when I realize and try to pull my hand away. It’s weird, because I can’t feel anything. My limbs— they’re all numb. When I try to move my hand, I can’t tell if it even moves or not. I try looking around, but all I see is a bunch of stupidly bright red and Em’s pretty face. Ugh. Why can’t I open them more? It feels like my eyes are only half open. Maybe they are. My vision’s blurry too, but I can still see her clearly. She’s the only clear thing I see, as if she’s the only person my eyes focus on.

She’s crying. There’s other people too, I think. I can’t hear them well since my hearing feels all muffled too. I can’t tell who they are, since they’re nothing but colored blobs. Haha. This kind of feels like I got Sporis bombed by Mari. This is a little different though. Ah… I don’t think this is just a mushroom this time.

Where’s Aza? I feel like I’m drunk and high at the same time. I hate Aza’s stupid medicines because they taste like shit like Mari’s cooking, but they work pretty damn well. I force myself to focus, because Em’s definitely crying. I should probably comfort her, right? That’s what girls like, right? In the end I end up asking about Aza. Were he and Rowan still dealing with Aid? I still need to beat Rowan at table tennis. I still need to beat Aza at darts.

It’s hard not to be jealous of those two. Haha. They’re so talented. They remind me a lot of my siblings…

“Wh…” I manage to get out. Em’s grasp on my hand gets tighter. My hand is the only thing I can feel on my body. It’s almost like my brain shut off everything else. Kinda like “hey, make sure to only focus on Em totally holding your hand! You love-drunk hot hunk!”

… why am I thinking about this, anyways? I’m not hot nor a hunk.

“Aza?” I gasp out. Why is it so hard to talk? This is bad. This reminds me of when I couldn’t speak at all. Couldn’t defend myself from being accused of that stupid fucking…

Em starts sobbing even harder. Did I do that? It’s like the cries get louder and louder, as if the other unknown blobby people are crying to. Why? What happened? Did something happen to Aza? Where is he? If the blob people are crying, then they must be from Score, too, right? Rowan maybe… Mari? Lucius? No. Lucius is missing, probably dead. Verdict got to him… Rowan or Mari, then? Are they all here? Where’s Aza?

Em is wailing still, and I don’t know why. Somehow I get my fingers to clasp onto hers a little more. I can’t tell if I’m in pain or not. Everything’s numb and I can’t feel anything, but this situation’s just way too weird. Why can I barely move? Why can’t I talk? I have so many questions. My eyes involuntary start to close even more, and I yell at them in my head because I want to look at Em longer. I want my hand to move, to cup her cheek and my mouth to comfort her. But my body won’t move at all. It’s like my legs are nonexistent, too.

And then I start to think.

Am I dying?

“Em?” I croak. My voice sounds all wrong. It’s all broken up and quiet. Lucius would’ve made fun of me for it. You know, he was a scheming slimy bastard, but I do kind of miss him. Just kind of. Only kind of.

“Lo…ve… you,” I say, without thinking at all. Because what if I really am dying? I don’t even realize I’ve just confessed to the absolute love of my life. This could just be some weird circumstance, right? A minor injury I’m being overdramatic about, right? Even still, everything about this feels wrong.

I’d rather die a hundred Verdict executions before I die before confessing to her. Any execution but the Wall, of course. Because then Em and Mari and Rowan and Aza and Lucius would die too. Also Lucius is probably dead. So maybe he doesn’t count.

When I was accused, I couldn’t speak at all. After that, I became afraid of being quiet. But then I found Mari and Score. And through Score I found Em and the others. So to hell with the accusations, to hell with the rumors. To fucking hell with the life I had before, because this is better.

I like this. I like these people.

I like you. A lot. I love you.

Her pretty eyes widen at around the same time I realize what I’ve said. I laugh like a goofy man, the laugh coming out sounding like a dying run-over hedgehog on drugs and steroids with mega bass boost.

Weird simile, Mari would probably say.

Rowan taught me that one, I’d like to reply.

And then she smiles. Her eyes are still sad and teary, but she’s smiling and her hand is so warm.

I don’t know what’s happening at all, but I really do hope I wake up again. I hope I’m not dying, because I still need to beat the twins at their respective games. I hope I’m not dying, because I mainly want to be able to hug Em and confess again and again.

I can’t see her anymore, but I can hear her.

“I love you, Kae.”

That’s enough for me.

#endlien