#the lighting kinda sucks though :) oh well lmao

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Liberación (Ch.10/?) (Rewritten) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer/Warning: If you've been keeping up with this fic, no you're not losing your minds. I decided to rewrite this chapter because I felt like I had previously sped things up a bit too much between Harper and Damian. Sooo, please don't fight me? lmao! Fight fictional!Damian for being stupid instead... This is purely a work of fiction. I try to do proper research whenever I write pieces that have to do with BDSM/Kink, but alas, I am not perfect. For fiction's sake, some aspects of BDSM and Kink will be a bit unrealistic and maybe even rushed, though I know that the foundation for these types of connections and dynamics to function properly, takes time... Feel free to leave me any feedback on areas of improvement. And if you wish to be untagged, please let me know. If this isn’t your kinda story, scroll on by. This is a long chapter so, happy reading! 🖤

Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've have ever imagined...

Main Pairings: Damian Priest/OFC, Drew McIntyre/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Finn Bálor/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Liv Morgan, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, and more.

Tags: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knife play, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Chapter Word Count: 3,051

Prev. Chapter

~Harper's POV~

~PAST~

“ Fuck…” I whimpered as Liv’s relentless tongue worked my clit.

She swirled and swirled it around before she took my clit into her mouth and sucked with just the right amount of pressure.

Just as my hips flew off the bed, I heard the blow dryer cut off in the bathroom.

“Seriously?” Rhea called out; one brow cocked as she peeked into the suite.

“I leave you girls on your own for two fucking seconds…” Rhea chuckled, and she shook her head as my body writhed with every stroke of Liv’s mouth on those most sensitive parts between my legs.

“It was way more than two seconds, Ripl- oh my fucking god do that again please!” I moaned as Liv’s fingers stroked my sweet spot as her mouth continued its sweet assault on my clit.

“No. Don’t do that again. Liv, Harper has a meeting to go to.” Rhea scolded the lump underneath the sheets that was Liv, but I could hear her strict tone waning as she watched the sheets slowly slide off my bare breasts as my hands clenched the sheets.

I watched her leer hungrily at my chest and I smirked at her in a silent invitation.

Still, much to my dismay, Rhea stalked over to the side of the bed, and she pulled the sheets fully off of us.

I whimpered in protest and glared at her grumpily.

“It’ll just take two seconds, Mommy. I promise.” Liv purred as she smiled up at Rhea’s amused features before her mouth went back to work.

I nodded. “Yeah. Don’t be such a party pooper- mierda!” My words broke off an orgasm ripped through me exactly two seconds later and my back arched off the bed once again.

Liv looked mighty pleased with herself as she swiped a hand across her mouth, her tempting and plump lips now the color of crushed strawberries.

“See?” She giggled, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, okay, smartass… I’m next.” Rhea grumbled as she side-eyed Liv as the two of us cackled.

~PRESENT~

Distracted didn’t even begin to describe how I’d been the last few days.

Thoughts of Damian fucking Priest and what could be, consumed my every waking second and… well, I was beginning to get on my own nerves.

I found myself once again drowning myself in my work- even work I could have easily handed over to Tammie, Cat, or any other staff.

Anything to distract myself from the alarming emptiness I was starting to feel whenever Damian wasn’t around at the club.

Or anything to stop me from doing something really fucking stupid like- calling Damian or texting him and telling him I missed him.

As much as I didn’t want to, we just always seemed to gravitate toward one another.

Whenever he was here; and he was here more often than not these days, we were never too far apart and we’d either eat lunch at the club’s dining hall, my office, or we went out for dinner if it was a particularly long day of being cooped inside the club.

It was so fucking stupid.

We were just messing around.

Just jokes.

And yes, he made me feel at ease.

Safe, even.

Like my every thought mattered- fuck’s sake, if that doesn’t let me know what a number Jason did on me, I don’t know what does.

‘Like my every thought mattered’?... No jodas, Harper… the bar is so fucking low.

Which is reason #224256364 as to why I had no business pursuing anything with anyone.

At least not for the time being.

Yet still, anytime Damian so much as laid those playful and warm eyes on me and the more we got to know each other I…

I wanted to sink into him and see where things could go.

God, just the sound of his voice filled my chest with feelings that I was way too fucking afraid to put my finger on.

And it didn’t help that he never pushed farther than I was willing to let him.

But there was no way I’d let myself go there again.

As warm and kind and attentive and gentle as Damian was, I couldn’t bring myself to voice what I wanted from him.

What I needed.

Voicing those thoughts would be like betraying myself and the promise I made to keep myself safe whenever Jason and everything he put me through weaseled their way back into my head.

And yeah, maybe it made me a hypocrite, considering the advice that I would give day in and day out to the patrons at my club about how trusting someone wholeheartedly is one of the most important and most beautiful things on planet Earth and how sometimes you just have to let go.

But I just. couldn’t.

Besides, I could absolutely be misinterpreting his attention for more than what it was.

The Lord knows he could probably have his pick of anyone he wanted at any given time.

And after one of our many late-night talks, Damian made his thoughts on serious relationships crystal clear.

And while I told myself that I wasn’t looking for anything serious myself, the thought of being just one of many on Damian’s list just didn’t sit right with me.

And hell, for all I knew, all he felt for me was sympathy.

Sympathy for what Jason had done.

And for me not really having a single reliable male figure in my life…

I was a walking advertisement for daddy issues, and I knew that.

So much so that I almost didn’t blame Damian if he just felt sorry for me.

And yet my mind couldn’t help but wander back to those moments of close proximity between us.

Even just thinking about it all, I could already feel the delicious phantom pressure of his hand wrapped around my throat.

I could feel the warmth that would spread throughout my body every time he’d make it a point to come help out at the club.

He’d come bright and early, even though he wasn’t exactly a morning person.

A few times, his soft eyes would land on me swimming in one of his softest hoodies, not bothering to question the fact that I had very clearly begun to steal them from him at some point.

I always replaced them, though.

Ugh!

My mind was a fucking tangled web of conflicting thoughts and memories…

So, I decided to use my job in order to continue avoiding the problem- the problem of course being Damian- as the only solution I could come up with.

I was supposed to be getting ready for one of our monthly themed nights at Liberacion.

Tonight, it was Lace or Leather Night, which, you probably guessed it, means that everyone could arrive dressed in their best lace or leather outfits.

I chose a gorgeous sapphire blue and black number and despite my scattered brain, I was super excited to see what the rest of my girlfriends and coworkers would choose for tonight.

I forced thoughts of Damian away long enough to get dolled up before the patrons would start trickling out of their rented rooms and other patrons would start showing up for the night’s festivities.

Themed nights weren’t much different to the rest of the nights except for the dress code being mandatory.

The drinking limit if people were planning to play was still 2 drinks max and no sex was allowed, neither were scenes outside of the closed off/rented areas.

The soundproof dance floor was to the right of the dining hall so that the patrons could talk and just be at peace away from the loudness of the thumping music if they wanted to.

But of course, security was packed throughout the club in case anybody tried to skirt around the club’s rules.

“Well, holy shit. You look hot!” Tammie exclaimed and I smiled as I took my spot next to her up at the top, looking down at the patrons laughing and mingling as I nursed a glass of ginger ale.

Cat was dealing with check-ins and check-outs tonight.

“So do you!” I replied as we clinked our glasses together.

I just knew Tammie’s husband Johnny was salivating for her in her skintight leather outfit.

Underneath the dim lighting I couldn’t tell if it was blue or black, but it looked like a second skin on her curvy body.

This was what I loved most about nights and environments like these- we could literally be anything we wanted, go out of our comfort zone without fear of what others would think and we could just play and be whoever and whatever we wanted to be.

Not just with our clothes, but there were tons of people with their fangs, wings and claws out.

Some fully shifted werewolves and hybrids letting their hair down and just having a good time.

Zero judgements.

This was home to me.

(not my photo)

I watched in my peripheral as Tammie softly sniffed the air.

“Is that… chocolate chip cookies?” she asked, bewildered, as if we didn’t serve snacks to the patrons as per their request.

“Harper… are yo- “Tammie broke into a fit of laughter at my guilty expression.

“Could you be any more obvious? Smelling like his favorite snack?” She exclaimed, laughing harder the redder my face got.

“Okay, relax, pendeja. I love chocolate chip cookies with milk too. He ain’t special.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I took another sip of ginger ale to avoid her knowing smirk.

“Sure… anyway, he’s on the third floor. I know ya don’t care or whatever, but I just thought I’d let you know.” Tammie said, her tone lifting with amusement as my eyes flashed towards her.

“He didn’t come say hi?” I whispered, but of course she heard me.

She looked at me with such pity that I had to look back towards the dance floor, away from her sad eyes.

“What do you expect, muchacha?” Tammie said softly in her lilting Texan accent, leaning in slightly so that only I could hear her words of advice.

“Look, I don’t wanna pressure you. And neither does he, that much is obvious. And it’s okay that you’re unsure of what you want. But you can’t play this hot and cold game and then get upset when he backs off. Talk to him and tell him that you’re confused and unsure. Then take the time apart to actual figure yourself out and to figure out what it is that you’re really after. ‘I’m not sure,’ is a good enough answer sometimes, babe. At least it’s an answer.” Tammie shrugged.

“Tamara, it’s not like he hasn’t been giving off mixed signals too.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Maybe so. But it’s all the more reason for you to plant yourself in front of him and tell him that you’re done playing games. One of you’s gotta cut the crap, honey.” she said.

And goddamn her for being so persuasive…

~~

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

The voyeur floor consisted of about 12 rooms with a plexiglass separating voyeurs from the person giving them a show.

Each window was about 1 foot apart to give the group of 5 people max, enough room to sit and watch and a curtain was inside the room for whenever the person inside decided they didn’t want to be watched anymore.

As I walked through the hall of the voyeur floor, my heart rate spiked as the lustful vibe that this floor always carried hit me like a freight train.

Oftentimes I came to watch people play and sometimes I even gave them a show myself.

It helped that I couldn’t really see them behind the tinted plexiglass, but I knew they could see me.

It somehow heightened the excitement of being watched while calming the nerves of it simultaneously.

I sometimes thought of Damian joining the group, watching me as I played with mys-

“Oof!” I grunted as I walked right into a very large and very apologetic brick wall that quickly shot out to hold me up before I could sprawl to the ground.

“Cono, I’m sorry- I didn’t watch where I was going and-… Harper.”

I looked up… and up, and up as the familiar voice sunk into my brain and made my limbs almost melt into nothing.

“Damian… Hii.” I said softly, a giggle wanting to escape my lips as I held onto Damian’s very, very large biceps and his own lips curled into a sly smirk.

I was not prepared for how scrumptious he’d look decked out in leather.

I was used to seeing this on tv but in person… god damn.

The snug material hugged him in all the right places and my mouth started to water before my eyes slowly reached back up to his.

God, I was worse than a fucking 13-year-old schoolgirl.

Get a grip, cabrona.

“Hi. You here to watch?” Damian asked and we moved closer towards a more secluded part of the hallway to let other people pass through.

“Um… no, not tonight. I’m… I was looking for you, actually.” I replied, blushing bright red as Damian tilted his head.

He leaned against the wall and so did I, just to have something sturdy to hold me up as my brain began to get a bit fuzzy as he leaned in closer.

The action was so… almost intimate and I couldn’t help myself.

His broad body seemed to almost wrap around me, his massive build making my stomach flip-flop.

That was all I could blame for what I did next.

Not taking my hands away from his biceps, I used our physical contact to my advantage, and I began to show him.

I wanted to show him the things I thought of every time he was near.

Every time his hands were on me for one of those damn demos everyone enjoyed watching and we enjoyed doing.

Through my magic, I fed him visions of me on my knees at his feet, staring up at him in adoration.

I showed him vivid images of how hard I’d come if I just let go and let him squeeze my throat just a little harder as he fucked me into oblivion.

I showed him more PG visions of casual handholding and introductions to strangers that left no doubt what we were to one another.

That left no doubt that the other was completely off-limits.

I showed him all the things I wanted with him but that I couldn’t quite let myself have just yet.

And with those visions came the very real and very visceral feelings of want.

Desire.

Lust.

Complete and utter devotion…

All of those feelings transferred from me to Damian and next thing I knew, Damian had moved us and picked me up and pressed me up against the wall, away from any prying eyes and crowding me and urging my legs to wrap around his waist.

I moaned as Damian’s hand gripped my thigh underneath my skirt, pressing me closer to him, and I was brought back down as I felt him harden between my legs.

Our lips were inches apart as our breaths came out in shuddery puffs as the searing passion flowing from my magic flowed through our own bodies, causing us to not have control over ourselves, going on pure primal instinct.

The tip of my tongue snaked out and lapped at his bottom lip, daring him to devour me and I drank in the almost guttural groan Damian gave in response.

I felt the sound right down to my very core, soaking in the powerful feeling of pulling apart his usually calm and collected nature.

And then the rug of desire was pulled from underneath as I felt Damian lower me back to the ground, my heels hitting the floor with a soft click.

 We panted hard, trying to catch our breath despite the fact that not much occurred.

“Sorry… I should’ve asked before I…” I said, my breath coming out in tiny, rapid puffs as I willed my heart rate to slow down.

Damian shook his head before his features melted into a guilty expression.

“Its… it’s okay, Harper.” He started, and I sensed a “but” coming…

“But…” he continued, confirming my sinking suspicion. “We can’t. Look, I know I… I’ve been sending mixed messages; I know I have and I’m sorry for that. But you’re just much too young for me. And I think you know how I feel about- “Damian said and suddenly I didn’t want to hear him speak.

“Yeah.” I interrupted a little more forcefully than I intended.  “No, yeah. I know. That was… dumb of me. Um- it’s fine. We could totally just pretend this never happened. Shit, I could even wipe your memory of this. I just thought…” I trailed off, frowning as my mind once again played through damn near every moment together.

Not to mention the very noticeable sign of arousal I could still almost feel pressing against me.

 “No hay problema, Dami.” I said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

The nickname slipped out easily, only this time it felt like poison on my tongue.

Damian shook his head again, silently waving off my offer.

I couldn’t stand the guilt pouring from his eyes.

The pity was even worse, and I turned my back on him, so I no longer had to see it.

I was thanking the high heavens that were in a much more secluded part of the club, because try as I might’ve, there was no way no one would be able to tell that my heart and ego were both crushed to oblivion- my heart more so.

“I’m sorry, muñe-… I’m sorry, H.” Damian amended, and that crushing feeling traveled from my heart and right into my gut.

“No! You’re fine.” I spoke.

The knot in my throat expanded as I forced a casual cheeriness into my voice that my heart couldn’t mirror.

Before Damian could say anything more, I forced my heavy limbs to move and I took myself to my office, away from the noise and away from any prying eyes.

But clearly fate had other plans...

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Fic Writer Q & A

Tagged by @casdeans-pie :3333 (thank you for tagging me!!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

on loserchildhotpants I've got 151

on someonetoanyone I've got 30

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

on loserchildhotpants it's 1,614,148

on someonetoanyone it's 370,992

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh, so many. Right now, I'm writing strictly for Supernatural bc i have too many ideas to split my time lmao but I still v much enjoy writing for Good Omens, Star Trek, Star Wars and IT : )

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On loserchildhotpants my top 5 fics by kudos are:

Madman and a Fool (w over 9k kudos y'all are insane ilu)

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves)

Just to See You Again

Derek Hale's Possible Heart

The Witching Hour

And honorable mention to surprising me by showing up in 6th place: The 'Do Not Fucking Touch Me' Tour which is my reddie post-canon fic that i wrote an entire, original, actual stand up routine for skjdhf

On someonetoanyone my top 5 fics by kudos are:

Being Lead Home

Threw Stones At The Stars (But The Whole Sky Fell)

Years of Sorrow Wash Away

What Used to Be Mine

Perihelion

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I try my best to reply to every single comment a person leaves on any and all of my fics, no matter how old! I hope it encourages them to KEEP writing comments, not just to me, but to any authors. Fic authors suffer a huge disparity between kudos/views/bookmarks and actual comments written. The ratio sucks so bad, actually, it's kinda disheartening.

There's a big difference between eating someone's homemade cookies at an event and giving them a thumbs up before walking away, and staying at the table to tell them how the texture and sweetness was PERFECT, and they don't even usually like snickerdoodles, but you made them so well, they want more and more, they're so glad you're at the event and so glad you brought your cookies!! -- like, that really is the difference between leaving a kudos and comment. Comments are my lifeblood.

I've also made great fandom friends in the comments section of my fics lol

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

On loserchildhotpants the angstiest angst I ever wrote is in the Angst November collection for kylux -- none of them have happy endings, and happy endings are sort of my staple! It was fun to write a series of tragedies though. Beyond that, probably my kylux series Not About Angels

On someonetoanyone, probably The Levee Breaking, which is just a specific scene rewrite that offers an alternative to Despair where Cas' body is left behind by The Empty or One And Only, Time And Again which is endverse, so.....

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A curious question! The HAPPIEST? Huh.... uh.

On loserchildhotpants probably Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) or Madman and a Fool. The endings for both those fics are gooey and tooth-rotting lmao

On someonetoanyone maybe Being Lead Home or It Won't Be Perfect ? idk this is a hard question lmao what makes a happy ending happier than another?? sdljkfh

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes! I have had to delete several fics in the past because the threats, suicide-baiting, slurs, and absolute vitriol was actually too much for my heart.

One of the reasons I made a new account was to outrun that sort of abuse. There were people that knew and fucking hated loserchildhotpants and among several other reasons, i decided making a new account was a good idea, but the hate i got on fics under loserchildhotpants was definitely a contributing factor.

I've had people be shitty about my fics on someonetoanyone in the bookmarks and on twitter and tumblr but not on the fics themselves.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i write so much smut sldkjfhsldkjfhksdhj now, i'm generally a p vanilla smut writer; some end-of-fic, on-top-of-the-covers w the lights on missionary stuff, but I've been widening my horizons as of late.

I went outside my typical comfort zone for Red, Red, Red (sterek), and Arrows Made of Desire (sterek), and I've got an unpublished WIP on someonetoanyone rn that's sitting in the drafts and it's... perhaps the most animal, insane, monsterfucking smut i've ever written lmao sdlkjfhsdkfjh but y'know, after writing so many years of original flavor smut, you wanna take up new challenges!

Like, im not into food play, so i would have never thought of it on my own, but someone prompted me w it and i was like '.... you know what, i bet i could write the shit out of that' and i did! lmao (the fic in question is on someonetoanyone; Lost In The Sauce lmao) it's not my usual gig, which made it exciting and new and fun! so, i'm usually v vanilla but i am starting to try new flavors lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have not written any crossovers, but I'm attempting my first one! It's for a dear friend, and I'm trying to make it just right, but this is way harder than i thought it would be lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Several! Oh my god, so many of my fics have been stolen, and I always find out through a reader. Someone always lets me know through a comment like 'hey, head's up, [x] has literally copy and pasted this entire work and replaced the names w their current ship' and every time my shit is stolen or reposted on different sites without credit, i see fuckin red, dude.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Many! I was going to list them here, but it's actually a v long list lol if you look at my top kudos'ed fics on loserchildhotpants, you'll find several translations and podfics of those available, and i think maybe two of my fics on someonetoanyone have been translated as well : )

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Sorta? We haven't published it yet, but once it is published, I'll have officially cowritten a fic lol check back in

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i have stared at this question for 5 full minutes i have no idea sdkjfhlsdkfjh i can't choose!!!! i love them all so much T A T my top five IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER are probably destiel, bagginshield, kylux, spirk, and johnlock (this list being comprised of who i have read the most fic for - although, sterek also deserves a spot tbh)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I do not have an unfinished work currently that I have no intention of going back to. A few months ago, I went to loserchildhotpants and deleted all unfinished works that would not be finished, so if it's still up on AO3, it's JUST a hiatus and i WILL be returning to it someday

16. What are your writing strengths?

... uhhhh... huh. Does tangential, narrative metaphor count? Tbh I'm not sure. When folks have told me what they specifically like about my writing, the consensus has been that it 'feels like [i am] ripping [the reader's] heart apart and then tenderly putting it back together' and that my stories on the whole are 'satisfying.'

I have a certain speaking cadence, and I write like a talk, and I talk like I write, so people can usually hear it in their heads as they read. Whenever I am composing what I hope is a deeply emotional crescendo, it appears to land ?

Again, no idea what I'm doing there, idk the technical word for that. Maybe pacing? But it feels tied to diction too... composition ??? idk skdljhfksjdh if anyone's got an answer to this, lemme know

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition and character introduction skdjlfhslkdjhf too many years of writing fic have allowed me to neglect these skills and i'm really bad at them. i just hate exposition!! just let me psychically transfer the information to you!! how do i write out the rules of the universe in a way that doesn't feel like a boring info-dump ??? thiS IS HARD

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Back during my FF dot net days, I'm p sure my first fic was an Inukag fic for Inuyasha. Back in the day, I majorly wrote for Inuyasha, OHSHC, HP, Death Note, Star Trek and South Park. But yeah, I think the first time i was like 'i need these two to kissy kiss right on the LIPS' was when i was 10 and watching Inuyasha for the first time sljkdhfskjdfh

Idk who to tag! If you see this and you want me to tag you in future stuff like this, consider yourself tagged by me! I'll make a mental note!

#destiel #deancas #sterek #ineffable husbands #reddie #good omens #loserchildhotpants #someonetoanyone #my stuff #fandom stuff #melanie writes #long post

[hey-yes-hi-hello]

Hi! I’m just a little Panic! fan who’s listening to the new album and wants to share my little opinions even though no one cares 🥰 Let’s go!

Viva Las Vengeance

Okay this was the first song released and I played it about 30 times in the first 24 hours. I unironically fell in love with it- I loved the beat, the instrumentals, and though the lyrics were nonsense (like all others) I could understand them and enjoyed singing them.

Middle Of A Breakup

This song was… kinda bad ngl. I really wanted to like it but the lyrics were kinda trash (except for a few lines). The “oh shit you’re kissing my neck” part makes me physically cringe EVERY time because what even is this??? Needed a filler real bad 💀 It’s still a bop but I’m probs gonna say that about most of this album because I’m a sucker and don’t like disliking stuff. Doesn’t stop it from getting stuck in my head though-

Don’t Let The Light Go Out

I definitely liked this more than MOAB and Local God, though the verses felt a little rushed and still too high pitched, compared to the vibe the song was going after. And the way the chorus went all quiet and musicless and slow-paced threw me off a bit but oh well. I’d listen to it while driving in the rain.

Local God

It’s an okay song, but it lowkey annoys me LMAO. Maybe it’s just the way he says “local god” but I wanted to punch him in the face fr. I didn’t catch most of the lyrics but I think I just wasn’t paying attention- but I got the general vibe and it’s not awful.

Star Spangled Banger

BRENDON BESTIE WHAT IS THIS. THE CHORUS IS SO RANDOM AND UNINTELLIGIBLE AND WE CAN BARELY HEAR YOU. AND WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO RAP THE VERSES LMAOOO. AND THE SLOW “HOME OF THE FREAKS” AT THE END OF EACH VERSE IS NOT IT.

God Killed Rock and Roll

Okay I can see why people are saying it’s a Bohemian Rhapsody rip-off- he didn’t even try to hide it 💀 Even this “slow-ish” song feels rushed and- wait why is it making clicky sounds- WHAT IS THIS SOUND LOL. If this man sings another high-note I swear- You’re tryna do that gritty thing but it’s not working 💀 Want a throat lozenge?

Say It Louder

First two lines really calling yourself out huh- THE SELF-MADE ECHO MADE ME CRY LMAO. Brendon the music covers up ur voice so much what are you even saying SAY IT LOUDER. This is such a mess I’m shaking and crying rn. The chorus has an good beat (rhythm? Idk I like how it sounds) but the lyrics- hm. This slow part does not go at ALL what was he trying to to LMAO. I like the little piano (I think) in the background tho that’s cool.

Sugar Soaker

Okay I like this more than the others so far, I like the soft thing he’s doing with his voice. Ah okay glad to hear the chorus sounds entirely unique and original 😃 Idk what decade this is reminding me of but it’s something old methinks. 60’s/70’s? Bro I don’t know but it’s got a vibe- not the chorus though the chorus sucks. WTF IS THE INTERLUDE LMFAO SOUNDS LIKE A DUMPSTER FIRE. “HA HA HA HA 🥵” STFU LOL. Okay I can handle a few “come on”s but dude 💀

Something About Maggie

Let him GOOOO- shh. WOAH straight into it with “makes me want to slit my wrists 🤪” bro read the room 💀 “People say people say run awayyyy” the level of cringe is unreal- THE HIGH NOTES ARE SO RANDOM AND UNCOMFORTABLE LMFAO. My dude you have a wife leave Maggie alone-

Sad Clown

Okay I heard 10 seconds of this yesterday and I think I’m going to like it so let’s see🤞🏻 “LEAVE ME ALOOOONE” BROSKI SOUNDS LIKE UR SINGING “INTO THE UNKNOWN” AGAIN LMAOOO. Okay nvm literally the only line I like is “your majesty’s magnificent, my tragedy is imminent” it’s literally the only good-sounding line WHY WASN’T MORE OF IT LIKE THIS HUH :( Every time he screams “I’m crying” I expect him to break out Local God again LMAO. “Is this all there is?!” made me wanna neck ngl I cringed 💀 Again, this slow part is NOT IT.

All by Yourself

“You sweet little kitten” STOPSTOPSOTPSOTP- Again, too many words in verses, or trying to sing too fast. Take a breather my dude. And the chorus- it’s a clear rip-off of the original but it doesn’t fit with the song at ALL. I like what he’s trying to do with his voice but he’s failing lol. I want more soft/slow lyrics/songs :( “It’s you and me~” alright Kate Bush 💀 And AGAIN he’s trying to do the gritty thing but FAILING.

Do It To Death

I like the music at the beginning. Why do “give it a try” and “before we die” sound like they’re from Grease LMFAO. Okay this isn’t as bad as the others so far I’ll give it that- nvm where did the music go 💀 Bestie you’re AT the limit and had surpassed your stay- Nvm this just sounds like such a try hard song lmao I’m not a fan. Now it’s slow and dramatic and for WHAT. OMG NO HE DID NOT. NO YOU SHUT UP. I SEE WHAT YOU WERE TRYNA DO BUT IT JUST SOUNDED LIKE THE SONG CUT OUT AND ACCIDENTALLY STARTED PLAYING VIVA LAS VENGEANCE 💀

Overall:

Look, I went into this as a hardcore Panic! fan prepared to force myself to like these and defend them and bop along to them- but this was actual dogshit. As previously stated there were a few songs that I genuinely enjoyed and would listen to again but most of these were straight up PAINFUL. And they don’t sound like Panic! at ALL. And I know not every album has to/will sound the same and I don’t expect them to, but they all had a vibe, y’know? A Panic! vibe. Just enough uniqueness and boppiness and drama and angst for it to WORK. Pretty. Odd. and Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die both sound COMPLETELY different but they both sound distinctly like Panic! in ways I’m not smart enough to explain. This did not.

I’m a full on proper Panic! fan and this album was incredibly disappointing to me. I know I’m sounding really mean and negative here but I promise it’s just for the funny 😭 I don’t hate Brendon or anything. And if you enjoy the album then I support you 100%! It’s just not my cup of tea :) But I’m not giving up hope!

#panic! at the disco #p!atd #brendon urie #viva las vengeance #middle of a breakup #don’t let the light go out #local god #star spangled banger #god killed rock and roll #say it louder #sugar soaker #something about maggie #sad clown #all by yourself #do it to death

[kathairoscloset]

Uuuuhh so the thought posts I've written suddenly exploded lmao, but I'm glad people like reading them. Thanks a bunch :D Here's some more, and although I've seen someone explain this point in length, I hope it'll be ok to put my own spin on it:

People say that Yami setting a criminal on fire is pretty high on the 'that's kinda fked up yoog' scale of shadow murder games, and let's be real, they aren't wrong. However, my nitpick for that view comes from the narrative of the scene: both Takahashi and Toei had him under a 'he's justified' sort of light. The criminal was already on death row, and had taken Anzu hostage and attacked her. So when he gets set ablaze we're not meant to question Yami's actions, we're just meant to think "Well he had it coming trololololol"

And ya gotta admit, it's kinda messed up! But that's the entire point of Atem's character during this era: he's a powerful spirit capable of controlling the shadows, who uses them to distribute what he thinks is justice, all while protecting his friends from a dangerous world. So even if he's extreme, it should be ok, right?

It's only during Ep. 4 of the anime that it's implied such a mindset might not such be a good thing:

It's a fan-favorite screencap, this one, and I love it too. But it's the downturned look, the eye on his head, and the gaze that expresses the visual representation of someone spitting at your face. Everything in it screams fury. Anger. Maybe even high-and-mighty disappointment. It's hard to see a hero in this shot.

This episode to me, tries to set Yami no Yuugi as a force of nature instead of a force of good. (At least, not an explicit one) He's not afraid to hurt others, just has hard if not harder if it meant getting vengeance. He won't be held back by morals, nor by mercy, and the only things he has to play off of are his own instinct and whatever values Yuugi's inner self managed to impose on him. And as Shadi implied in their second bout in the manga, it's Yuugi's rage and anger that brings him out.

The aftermath is also a huge highlight for me. Because nothing in it gave a sense of glorification for what Yami did.

If I hadn't known better, then that man seems truly dead. You have his mother crying out to him, his entire watch collection destroyed, and it was... Yami's fault. Y'know, the good one.

It's just so amazing what this anime-exclusive episode managed to do (which I'm just blown away by because it's like... actually good? And adds depth to Yami's character?? And wasn't just for padding the series' length???) and it's a shame they couldn't go much further from this. Like, I wanted more. I wanted a greyer interpretation of Yami's actions. I wanted a character who's bloodlust is only soothed by the half-formed relationships he learns from his host. And I want to be a consistent, drawn-out thing, instead of a handful of moments that highlight Yami's anger at that moment (Death-T and the rooftop duel in DK)

But I also understand that it's likely because Takahashi didn't think of the 'oh they're actually 2 people lol' storyline until later in the series. So obviously, Yami couldn't develop so far as an individual because at that point, he wasn't an individual. He truly was 'another Yuugi'. And it sucks because reading further his arc felt a little weird to me, as I couldn't really reconcile Early Manga!Yami to let's say, MW RPG!Yami. It feels like there were moments we didn't get to see or some other thing.

Regardless though I'm just happy to see this view on Yami get touched on, even just a little, in Toei's adaptation. It's probably why this episode is one of my favorites :)

#yugioh #yugioh season zero #ygo #yami yuugi #yami yugi #kinda long post #kathairo's thoughts

[princessrainbowpastel]

Did you go out trick-or-treating as a kid? Or were you more likely to stay home, watch scary movies and hand out candy?

Oh heck yeah I trick or treated lol! I believe I stopped trick or treating when I was like 13. It wasn’t even like, my idea to stop. I wanted to trick or treat until I was 18 but uhhh. Something happened 😅

Here’s the story lemme spill the tea lmao (this is long so lemme put it under the cut here):

So I was 13 years old and dressed as Batgirl. I was trick or treating in this nice neighborhood that a girl from my church lived in (yeah, I was a church kid…a southern baptist church kid with all the snooty upper class Christian kids). My cousin who is besties with the said girl (let’s call her Maya) was hanging out with their (or I guess “our” though that’s debatable because my cousin was a popular girl with popular friends, so I never really fit in with them like my cousin did) other friend (who is also a childhood friend of my cousin) and they were all trick or treating together and I went with them, but they kept stopping in the road and talking because they were looking for another friend that lives in the neighborhood too (some boy who also went to church with us) and I just wanted to get some stinkin candy so I was like “hey guys, I’m just gonna head back to Maya’s place”.

My dad and Maya’s parents were all inside watching tv at the house so I went back there and I think I was telling them I was gonna trick or treat alone because the girls basically weren’t trick or treating anymore and were just gossiping and looking for their friend or something? I don’t remember. So yeah I went around the cul-de-sac where Maya’s house was (because we didn’t start trick or treating there for some reason? Like we started down the road from her house?) and I ended up at this one house.

From what I could see from their porch when they opened the door, there were a bunch of adults wearing cheap zombie make up (their faces were painted green pretty much) and they had football jerseys on while they watched a football game on their sofa. So, I can’t remember if it was a woman or a man that opened the door, I wanna say it was a woman? And so yknow…I was like “trick or treat” because…candy lmaooo, and the lady was like “hold on let me see if I have something” so she walks away for a sec and I see the whole setting of the house with the adults on the couch and she’s like “sorry we don’t have any candy”….their porch light was on…and it was Halloween…like did they not expect to get trick or treaters in this nice ass neighborhood?? Like there were a lot of kids walking around trick or treating so like…did they say that to all the kids that came to their door or what? Like??? Very weird, but yeah, the MAIN REASON why I stopped trick or treating at 13 was because as I walked away from their porch and the lady closed the door I heard a man say “You’re a little too old to be trick or treating anyways”. That hurt me and that comment stuck with me for all these years. Not only was I trick or treating by myself low key feeling like a loser because I didn’t have any friends to trick or treat with, someone made me feel worse by saying I was too old to trick or treat, making me feel even more ridiculous and stupid. Like never have I felt so ashamed to be myself. Just because I was a 13 year old trick or treating. It’s just…ugh like it’s no surprise now that I have depression and anxiety/social anxiety. People like that exist.

Of course, I went straight back to Maya’s house and told my dad and Maya’s parents and I remember that they didn’t really react. They were just kinda like “oh well, that sucks for you I guess” (PS I hate my biological father and we haven’t talked in like…4 years so…yeah there’s that). So yeah, from then on I never trick or treated again because I didn’t want to be shamed, or humiliated, or ridiculed by strangers. Now, when I was 16 I did go trick or treating with some friends in highschool (we dressed up as Halloween M&Ms , purple, orange, and green. I was the green lol and my mom made all our costumes from foam board, duct tape, and spray paint lol). But other than that, I never went trick or treating again. I’ve been handing out candy to kids and watching Halloween movies since then. I still see kids 13 and older trick or treating at my house and honestly it’s nice y’know? Nobody’s crushed their dreams or ridiculed them for being kids/pre-tees/teens.

So yeah, long story short, don’t be a dick to innocent kids. If a 13+ year old kid comes to your door dressed in a costume trick or treating, give them some dang candy and tell them their costume looks rad. Don’t shame them. Don’t tell them they’re “too old” to trick or treat. Not that I think anyone here would, but like, fr little things like that can really stick to kids and hurt their self esteem. Since when was there even an age limit on trick or treating anyways? It’s free candy. Like who wouldn’t want that lmao?

#ask #anon ask #princess posts #long post

[assassyart]

is it ok for me ask what your take on jatchet but as parents are? I made a ship child for em and I'm curious on your opinion on if Ratchet and Jak became parents

Oh sure! Sounds fun!

I'll admit, I kinda just ran with the idea of how both would individually act as a parent not necessarily parents together, but it still works shippy-wise, too!

Jak and Ratchet both love kids, but playing hero with some children and having to take care of a kid are two different things.

For starters, Jak has way more experience with parents than Ratchet does. Whether that was good parenting though...well...I guess that's up to you. 💀 Jak was raised by Samos and got to meet his actual dad, while the closest thing Ratchet's had to a father figure was Azimuth, and that...uh...yeah, didn't end well.

I think keeping this in mind is important, because Ratchet and Jak's backstories are very different and this would drastically impact how they would react to the challenge of raising a kid of their own. As a kid, Jak was reckless, stubborn, and never listened. He had an itch for adventure and that ended up only getting him into trouble. He's very aware of that now, and while he does look back on it fondly, I do not think he'd feel the same when faced with a kid that potentially acts the same way as he did. I think he'd end up subconsciously drawing inspiration from Damas and Samos. ("Oh my god I sound like Samos, what have I become" would definitely be something he says at some point.)

He'd likely become overprotective, especially knowing that he's got a lot of enemies that might try to target his kid. He would do or kill anything to protect his kid, even at the cost of not being home as much. That said, I think he'd do everything he could to be actively in the kid's life, especially since he was cheated of spending more time with Damas and would've given anything to spend more time with him.

Moving on to the lombaxy boy, Ratchet's childhood was filled with a whole lot of nothing. He was alone for most of his childhood until meeting Clank. As a kid that never got to leave Veldin, Ratchet's greatest fear would be that his kid doesn't get to see what the universe has to offer. Sure it's a scary universe out there, but Ratchet feels like it'd be better to grow up knowing that there is so much out there than to stay cooped up on one planet. (Or maybe he's simply projecting.)

He'd be the type of parent that wears one of those things you can strap to your chest to hold the baby so your hands are free (Clank on his back, the kid on his chest: an unstoppable adventuring trio). He's definitely the more carefree one, and tends to let the kid get away with things if it does no harm (and his definition of "no harm" is a lot different from everyone else's lmao).

I don't think Ratchet would ever let the kid get into any real danger, though. If some save-the-world thing came up, he'd demand for his kid to stay home so he can deal with it. His "chill dad" routine would be gone completely, because for all his faults, Ratchet will still always put his life on the line for the ones he loves, even if it means he has to hurt someone's feelings he cares about.

Overall, I think he'd be a decent dad? Too laid back probably and he'd definitely suck at disciplining, leaving his partner to do it.

Which brings me back to Jak. Jak wouldn't admit it out loud, but he would be terrified that the kid will end up being afraid of him. Consequently, I think he'd refuse to use his dark eco at all around the kid, only showing off his light eco. This is a complete contrast to Ratchet whom would show off his trophies for all the arena challenges he's won for the kid's fifth birthday. 💀

Jak would cherish the kid to hell and back, but he's always got a fear ingrained in his head that he'll screw everything up. In spite of that, I do think Jak would be the one to train the kid in self-defense, because Jak's pretty confident in his own abilities and would jump at the chance to ensure his kid is strong enough to take anyone on. I think that's where his bonding with the kid would flourish.

In conclusion: Ratchet's the fun one, Jak is trying his best, they're still a mess. <3

#asks #random-content-from-4by22 #ranting about ratchet #ratchet #jak #jatchet #anytime i talk about jatchet i go on for way longer than i think #i used to brainrot these two for so long #and it's extremely obvious

[izzy-b-hands]

Aaah the pirate brain worms. Anyway here's another ficlet thingy, Ed/Izzy this time just because I had a good smut idea for them that also is like. Oh no they are kinda dysfunctional because I want to explore their relationship in all facets like one would examine a bug lmao

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"That's not necce-"

"Let me," Izzy's hand was warm on his bare skin, finger fidgeting with the edge of the warm compress that was draped over his bad knee and part of his thigh. "You'll feel better after."

Izzy was right, he would feel better. He'd feel satisfied and warm and want nothing more than a cuddle in the blankets.

But at the end he knew Izzy would wipe come away from his mouth and would walk out of his quarters without a word, let alone a cuddle. Not that they were together like that anyway, but they were...something, for sure.

And what could a cuddle hurt after a blowjob anyway? It didn't have to mean anything.

Izzy moved the rough bedsheet off of Ed's lap. His cock sat soft against his thigh, though he couldn't help it twitching at the first touch of Izzy's tongue.

They had this routine down pat. On a day when his knee was particularly pained, Izzy would insist he settle in early for the night, with a warm compress and a bottle of rum to help distract from any remaining aches.

And each time, Izzy would become someone else, just briefly. A softer, quieter Izzy who would ask tentatively to suck him off, never taking him up on offers to return the favour, refusing any attempts at a kiss before or during or after for that matter.

Ed breathed deep and slow and let his eyes flutter shut as Izzy's head bobbed in his lap. Izzy seemed utterly embarrassed about the whole thing, so he'd learned to keep quiet so no one else might hear, no matter where they had bedded down for the night.

But he couldn't help himself tonight. "Who else have you done this for that you're so good at it?"

Izzy paused and lifted his head. "No one. And even if I had, it wouldn't matter who they were."

Ed sighed heavily, and let his hand rest lightly on Izzy's head as he resumed his work. "Izzy, I'm not fucking interrogating you, I'm just making conversation. Talk back to me, share something, fuck!"

Izzy's teeth came to a rest over the head of his cock, just barely touching it, dragging up and down the skin.

Ed clamped a hand over his own mouth and gave Izzy a dark look. Certain things he wasn't supposed to do if they could be more easily heard, like tonight on the ship. Yet here he was, smirking as he let go of Ed's cock with one final lick from the base to the head.

"My job is to keep you working and keep you alive," Izzy said gruffly as he worked to stand from his kneel. "This is extra. Might do you good to be grateful for it, instead of pulling shit like this."

Ed scoffed. "What shit did I pull? I asked you a flirty question while you're sucking my fucking cock, it was supposed to be hot, or funny at least!"

The tension in the room hurt as badly as his knee, and he was prepared for Izzy to storm out, slamming the door to his quarters loud enough to wake everyone else.

Instead, his eyes welled up, and he took a step closer.

"What?" Ed asked, but his voice wavered at the end. There was no fight left for them now, not this moment.

"Can I ask for something," Izzy said gently. "But...not as me."

"Like role play?" Ed asked.

Izzy blushed and looked for all the world like he wanted the sea to swallow him up. "Call it whatever you want. Just. Yes."

"Okay," Ed nodded, watching as Izzy came to stand by his bedside, a finger tracing the reminder of a stain that hadn't come out in a past wash. "What do you need?"

He was careful in how he said it, because he honestly wasn't sure it wasn't that Izzy was about to ask for permission to stab him (though more likely if Izzy wanted to do that, he just would. Ed could admit he probably wouldn't actually ask to do it.)

Izzy climbed onto his lap, breathing shaky and his eyes glued to Ed's chest like they might light on fire if he had to make eye contact with Ed.

"This?" he asked it so softly Ed could barely hear him, and it wasn't as clear as he'd hoped. But he nodded, and let Izzy (rather, Not-Izzy, by Izzy's directions) rock against him.

Izzy's hand undid his trousers enough to free his cock, already leaking. His head dropped to Ed's shoulder, and Ed ignored any of the soft sounds Izzy made as they moved.

He didn't dare touch Izzy much, not wanting to set him off into a panic, upset with himself for what he was doing (not that Ed found anything wrong with it, of course. Maybe they weren't ever going to be any sort of proper couple unless they ever ended up wanting that, but he was fine with acting for the sensation and release alone.)

Instead he palmed at his own cock, daring to plant a few light kisses to Izzy's neck now and again.

Izzy lifted his head and Ed paused.

"Everything okay?"

The only response was the painfully hard crash of Izzy's lips against his, and a pitiful whine and moan as Izzy came, hips jerking to get his cock any and all contact with Ed's bare skin.

He bit back his own moan as Izzy moved off his lap, wiping his come off his hand onto a used rag on the floor.

"You have to go be Izzy again, don't you?" Ed asked, not really for himself.

Izzy wouldn't look at him, staring at the rag still in his hand. "Yeah. I can get you off first though."

Ed nodded. "Come here. I'd appreciate it, but you got to do things your way there for a bit; can I try them my way?"

Izzy grumbled a positive response. "Just tell me what to do."

"Don't sound so enthused," Ed joked, but let his hand reach out and touch Izzy's. "Seriously though, you don't have to and if any of this is too much, we don't have to and we can sto-"

Izzy pushed his hand away as he interrupted him. "Just hurry up and tell me where you want to come on me already!"

The tension was back, but slightly different now. It was meaner, it hurt a little more to feel it.

Which didn't make what he said right or appropriate. He knew that, even in the moment. His frustration was no excuse.

"Just fucking forget it," Ed muttered. "Go to bed and see if you can find a better attitude in the morning."

"You're one to talk."

"Maybe I am," Ed said sharply. "But maybe you should go find Not-Izzy and have him visit more. I liked him."

Izzy's eyes welled up with tears again, but they were wiped away in a flash. "What, because you could fuck him?"

"Because he was nervous and soft and just wanted to get off before bed, like me," Ed replied. "And yeah, if he'd wanted, I'd have fucked him, and if he'd wanted as well...he could have fucked me."

Izzy swiftly moved to drop down to his knees again at the edge of the bed, with just enough room for Ed to swing himself to sitting there, tossing the now-cold compress aside.

"Come in my mouth," Izzy was begging, like a switch has flipped. And it more or less had, he'd seemingly dropped back into his previous role of Not-Izzy. He dragged one of Ed's hands to pull at his hair as he sucked, and moaned over Ed's cock.

It was confusing and frustrating and when Izzy pulled him deeper, Ed let himself fuck Izzy's mouth to vent some of it, until he was tapping at Izzy's shoulder as a warning.

Instead of moving away and grabbing a rag or letting him come on his face or clothes, Izzy looked up at him in a way he never had before, eyes warm and wanting and fluttering. He swallowed Ed's come down with only a light moan, resting his head on Ed's thigh after. A few kisses were littered there, until Izzy sighed.

He stood, wiped at his mouth, and nodded to Ed. Before Ed could even begin to consider what to say, he was out the door with it shut behind him.

He didn't bother to think about it, or let himself feel anything about it then. There was no point. Instead Ed moved his extra pillow to his arms to hug and snuggle against, and blew out the candle by his bedside.

#text post #ofmd fic #this was supposed to be shorter but ahh y'all know me #also idk that this is good but its Something at least and this idea would not leave me until i wrote it lmao

[anglespin]

im ngl resident evil already has a lot of angst so i personally loveee finding ways to like throw in a bit more humor or fluff bc they really need it lets be real lmaoo

also man i do love the trope of leon just fighting people when he runs into them and only being like "oh hey its you :)", or more in this case "what the fuck" HAHSHAHAHB im dying for you to elaborate on it.

do you have like a particular way and time thought out on how resi6 leon got into this mess? (i loveee these kinds of aus i think ab them too much so i love asking a bajillion questions :3)

oh and last thing, which i have been holding my composure in for. GRABS YOU. I NEED TO KNOW how itd go down, because im 100% assuming poor resi6 leon gets revealed as a BOW at some point. i know it wouldnt phase di leon or chris in the end (theyve seen so much shit theyd just be relieved hes _ok_)(maybe if its sudden theyre legit freaking out because they think something JUST happened and theyve lost pookie) but thatd be a whole nother layer of trauma for resi6 leon 😭

doing that funny feet kicking whilst typing because i love indulging and talking about the brainworms :33

🐕

I love the humor bits they include and wish for more slice-o-life stuff for all the characters myself. I would love to see what they get up to when not having to deal with work at the moment. Me personally though, I like dark shit for developmental reasons and not for indulgence. I can't pull off the funny lol That trope is pretty funny lmao. Or he's just super blind even though to the player/viewer, the person is very visible. It'd probably be along the lines of DI literally falls on RE6 and both tumble it out cause RE6 is fucking scared out of his mind, ending up being pinned cause he's not at 100% in terms of physical state. Then its just "oh shit" RE6 being smaller kinda makes me laugh inside for some reason. For RE6 being kind of just injected in, he'd just be scooped up by an anomoly. Corny n' simple... how i like it tbh lol. He got caught in some explosion that wasn't supposed to happen and boom bap pow big light sucks him up. Being revealed as a BOW does fuck everyone up... it creates distrust because he actively hid it from them and also triggers alot of other issues because that makes him extremely dangerous. He has something that doesn't actually exist in the DI world so that makes him a genuine biological threat in the grand scheme of things. Jill doesn't trust RE6 at all to begin with (she notices he's well... off among other things. She still remains professional with him.) RE6 refuses blood and DNA testing from Rebecca at every turn, even freaking out about it. They gauge it up to being fear of medical shit-- its something far more worse though lol. DI tries to sit with him and it doesnt really go well. Claire does her best to befriend him. (He's basically carrying a super Plaga thats been modified with a strain of C-Virus. This is how he's able to remain completely normal on the outside despite being a BOW. Though, he's really fucking durable. You can thank the DSO's enhanced solider R&D programs for it. Leon had brought back an intact Plaga sample in his body from Spain and the DSO used it. DI does relate to him w the DSO being shitty, but not quite that shitty if you get what i mean.) hmmm idk what else to put thats broadly summerized. Thank you for asking :333

#angle's inbox archive

[hard-core-super-star]

I came to the conclusion that we're both cool and mysterious, that's it. that's very specific and right on target because I feel like one little joke would lead to another path with maybe other jokes, which would lead to comments and then a whole conversation revolving around it lmao

okay, on the third star this won't happen again 😔

I'm pretty good (I'm literally not) at getting references, so yeah, it would be funny joke! but since I told my joke first I won

I'm shocked that outside of my bubble hawkeye really didn't do that well either, but sshhh, we can pretend. WHY it's embarrassing to admit this?? this is so cool lmao, I loved the lego batman games and I still do tbh. see?? lego games leaded you to DC, they changed your entire life!!! I'll consider it a crime for you to say you find this embarrassing. I love being dramatic for no reason. do you have other games you like?

I didn't know there were other (canon) queer representations in the arrowverse shows- give me a reason to start watching Batwoman, I just want to start some series but nothing seems very interesting 😶

well, at least avalance got their happy ending... RIGHT?

I stopped at the season (I don't know which one it is) they go to paradise aka a place where there are many Ava clones. legend of tomorrow and batwoman being canceled and flash not? maybe... maybe it has a name? 👀 even though I love flash, I can't, every season being practically the same thing gets tiringhdhjwwk

THEY'RE NOT GIRLFRIENDS?????? The queer baiting needs to stop or I will take matters into my own hands, literally, it's so???? and did this work to boost the show further? It's okay, you deserve to sleep in peace, but iiif one daaaaayy--

–🌟

i think that's a very good conclusion to come to and i’m glad we can leave it at that. our conversations make up the messiest timeline ever and i somehow feel like that's really fitting.

i’ll believe it when i see it 👀

we’re just going to have to wait until i get the chance to make another reference again and see if you get it.

yeah, we can pretend it did well enough to get another season, they just haven't announced it ‘cause of the strike, you know? i don't know, i’ve just never told that story before and it felt kinda lame. it just goes back to young me having a lot of hyperfixations and having enough time to fall down rabbit holes. the Nightwing phase was strong for that very reason lmao. i don't know how well-known this franchise is but i adored Mafia 2 when i was younger which probably says something weird about me lmao. Mafia 3 is pretty amazing too. i also weirdly love the FIFA games even though i have a very basic understanding of soccer. i can't tell you how many times i’ve replayed GTA V for the cars alone. there's probably more but i can't remember 😶

OH MY GOD, don't get me started on batwoman because i love that show to death. the first season is good but not as good as two and three. it sucks that season three is their last season because it's so good. AND GAY! the whole show is queer af and it doesn't shy away from it at all! [hence why it was canceled so soon] and listen, i know she's supposed to be an irredeemable villain or whatever but alice kane is so ajdjjdjdkskaks 🫨 i could write essays on her character, her development, and how well rachel skarsten acts out all the nuances that come with a character like alice.

they did and that's all that matters to me. i just pretend like the cliffhanger doesn't exist and they went right back to causing chaos.

honestly i think that season [season 3] is one of the best ones and it’s definitely not just because of ava and sara but 👀 season 4 is good too except for the light queerbating that happens but since it's Legends of Tomorrow, i just assume it was canon but not shown on-screen, you know? there's honestly something to love about every season, even when it goes very off the rails. i defended the flash until i possibly couldn't anymore. i only kept watching it because of caitlin [AND THEY ALWAYS DID HER SO DIRTY, WTF!!! my girl deserved so much better]

shocking right? they played into it so much but it just never became canon. i think they just managed to string the fans along because no one could look away from that trainwreck. plus, the actresses are amazing, it's not their fault the producers kept queerbating the fans. i’ll think about it…maybe.

#rubix replies #🌟

[moongothic]

Oh I almost forgot about these nightmares I had recently, oh boy

Few nights ago... I can't remember the context of the nightmare but I was on like somekinda hiking trip with a couple I didn't know. The couple spotted a small pond and thought it'd be fun to frollic around and whatever, deciding to go for a little swim even though the "pond" was more like an overgrown puddle (but with really clean water)

The girlfriend did a big cannonball into the pond but bizzarely there wasn't much of a splash, and she disappeared completely out of sight, as if she had gone through the bottom of the pond into the ground. The water had also gotten a bit dirtier like the mud at the bottom of the pond had started mixing with the water. After a few seconds the boyfriend started getting alarmed and jumped in, also disappearing, and for a little bit I just stared in horror, not understanding where the two had disappeared because the pond could not be that deep, surely

Then the water started rushing... in... As if you had pulled the plug from a full sink, the water just started draining though it wasn't like, running out, the pond didn't shrink at all. But from where the water was draining into, the same spot the two had jumped in as well, I could now see the girlfriend, desperately trying to climb her way out, dirty and tired.

I helped her out of the pond as the water continued rushing in and asked her if she was okay and what happened- all she told me is that she found a lever that allowed her to escape and that her boyfriend was gone, we should run and fast

And here's where my memory fails me a bit... Or we just go into Turbo Dream Logic Mode. We had been up in the mountains or something, in total wilderness this whole time, but now, as we were about to get the hell out of there, when we looked to the right of where we were, we were... like... inside somekinda facility?

The facility looked like if you took the waterway from the Queen's castle in BBS' Snow White-world, but more sleek, clean and bright, less medival. Just bizarre architecture, platforms and arches, no visible light sources, nothing looked like it was made from man-made materials, and the waterway had ankle-deep water running gently through it

So we had to get Out Of There, whatever this facility was

And no sooner than me realizing the predicament we were in, we could hear moaning coming from somewhere. A horrible, low groan like someone had a really bad flu and/or had broken their whole neck

But we didn't have to wait long to find out where that sound was coming from. Just around the corner came the boyfriend, laying on his back in the water, crawling using his left arm and leg to move himself along faster (though still slow), his head tilted away from us, eyes glazed over.

He was moaning in pain, calling for us, asking for help. He was saying that something was really wrong, with this whole place, and with what had happened

To me, the entire sight of him seemed like he had gotten badly hurt when he got sucked into the water, so badly that he was on the verge of death or, if he somehow survived, he'd be left bed-ridden for the rest of his life with partial paralysis and severe brain damage. He seemed like he was running on pure adrenaline, currently just unable to process what had happened either due to shock and trauma, or because his brain function was already so far gone he couldn't understand it. Regardless, I felt horrible for him

But the girlfriend just told me that wasn't her boyfriend, and that we had to get out, fast, because we were in imminent danger

And I woke up. The moaning and groaning and the sight of the boyfriend freaked me out so bad I just woke up.

The other nightmare I had just last night and TL:DR; I kinda got Re:Zero'd lmao

Like it's funny to think about now because I can be like "oh that's just Re:Zero" but it was a bad time within the dream. Sadly I don't actually remember that much about it but here goes

I was with a group of friends at a party or something when I got pulled aside by a shady person asking me if I wanted a Devil Fruit power. I was like ????? and ended up following him to a shady ass place, all dark with red mood lighting, surrounded by the guy's friends/followers. He proceeds to explain that I'm going to be given a random power chosen by a spinning wheel, and whatever happens could never be undone.

I can't remember what powers were on the wheel but there were some "good" ones and nightmareish ones. But the wheel was spun, and it landed on a nightmareish one.

The man started to explain to me how this power was supposed to work, how after my next 20 deaths I would return back to this very moment- as in, I could go out and die in a car crash 5 minutes from now, or live a full life to the age of 100 and die, regardless, if I died, I would return back to when I had been given this "power". But only 20 times. In hindsight it might just sound like being psuedo-immortal because I could live out 20 lifetimes, the world around me just wouldn't be continuous, but to me at that moment it sounded like I was stuck in a horrible timeloop. And it was terrifying

Mind you, they never did anything that would indicate I had been given a power, I had felt nothing change. They just spun the wheel, and when it stopped they told me this was the power I now supposedly had.

I tried to tell the guy to fuck off because this all had to be a stupid bullshit prank and not real, all while he tried to explain to me some additional rules to the power and possibly ways to get out of it, but because I told him to piss off... Well he didn't tell me more, he and his goons left like smoke

I returned to the party to my friends, hung around, and... I can't remember how but I ended up dying.

But instead of returning to the exact moment I had somehow been given the power, instead I was there, in the empty dark space with the red moodlighting, alone, just moments after the man and his goonies had left.

In sheer disbelief I return to the party and realize that yes, I am in a fucking timeloop. I know exactly what's going to happen if I do things the same as before, and I kinda break down to a friend about it, trying to explain it, realizing that if I knew more about the power maybe I could get out of the loop, but alas, I screwed my change to learn more, and since I come back AFTER the man has left, I can't even apologize and ask him to finish explaining the power

My cat ended up waking me up so there is no creepy end to this dream. And it might not seem as scary as a written story as the other one, but IDK it felt absolutely terrifying to me in that moment

#Dream Diary #Moon posting

[monanners]

11/8 Journal

Today was a weird day. I woke up sick and after drinking a lot of water and ruling out the usual suspects for sore throat (dehydration, post nasal drip) I had to accept that my sore throat was legitimate. Well, I did consider it was from smoking weed the night before but it's kinda gotten worse soooo probably not.

Took a covid test, negative, just to be on the safe side as my partner is at-risk. we're vax'd just wanted to be cautious.

Food wise I didn't have a huge appetite. I went to bed at 9am with 750 calos logged but woke up at midnight, couldn't get back to sleep, tried to poop for an hour, and am now having soup because swallowing water hurts and the warmth helps.

240 calos for the soup so 990 for the day, still under my goal but i have no appetite (thank god) and this soup is getting cold b/c it's taking forever to eat it.

I made some tea too. Green tea with lemon, and I have some chamomile steeping too.

I want to call out tomorrow but I missed work last week. I exaggerated some nausea because i needed a mental health day (well, two) so I'm worried my agency will think I'm faking now that I'm legit sick. Plus, whole office is coughing so they probably will be annoyed too even though my job doesn't affect anyone else.

I spent all day on my phone reading comics at work today. I went home for lunch and took a 2 hour lunch by mistake because I overslept on my nap. Coworker said to me "Oh hey Monanners I forgot you were here! You're so quiet :)" so I don't think anyone noticed. They usually check in around 3-4 asking if i took a break so yeah they don't notice lmao which is fine. Boring job but it's easy and I get a lot of leeway so I'm keeping it for now.

Anyway I suspect it'll be a light eating day because swallowing sucks which is fine by me. I dunno if I'll be able to sleep more or not. Gonna, at the risk of hacking up a lung, do some weed to see if it'll help.

I haven't been on tumblr in so long should i even tag anything? I was never that good at remembering them.

#monannermonologue #binge eating disorder #eating disorder #disordered eating #safe space #minors dni

[thegunslingerstragedy]

𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 fanart #rdr2 art #the deer #the stag #high honor #sunset #nature #may i stand unshaken #mine #my art #my painting #watercolor #watercolor painting #video games #i finally painted a piece for red dead!! aaaa i’m so happy with this #i really wanna get this tattooed but i have absolutely no idea where i’d put it #the lighting kinda sucks though :) oh well lmao

[jensensfanfic]

POST STORM CUDDLES [jensensfanfic/dojolarusso]

[gif found here]

pairing: daniel larusso x reader

word count: 800+

warnings: none, really. just fluffy fluff

a/n: this was written without any planning/kinda freestyle, you know? so it might suck, i’m sorry lmao. very unedited so excuse ant typos. also don't laugh at the title - i couldn't think of anything better on the spot hahaha

When you peel your eyes open, you half expect to be met with that big bright light so many people talk, or joke about. You don't remember much after your fall, but you can recall the sudden, paralysing pain that knocked you down and caused you to slip into a deep sleep. That tiny memory of what was a horribly long night was enough to make you believe you were a goner. But, instead, as you force your sticky lids to open, and blink away the blurriness, you see the faint flickering of candles and the roof of a tattered, storm-torn home.

As your eyes adjust to the world, a gentle hand comes down to land on your shoulder. You look to your side and find your boyfriend laying beside you. “Hey.” He whispers, while moving to sit up. He kneels by you now, rubbing his tired eyes. “You’re awake. You okay?”

“Uh.. yeah. What happened?” You try to move yourself suddenly, wanting to see what injuries you’d obtained, but Daniel’s hand squeezes your shoulder, stopping you.

“Go slow, Y/N.”

“Why!? Why, what happened? What’s wrong with me?” Your eyes widen and you try again to sit up, this time managing to do so without being held back. “Is it bad?” You look over your own body, scanning for bruises, blood, bandages, anything. 

Daniel moves around so that he is sitting in front of you now. “Hey, chill. You just hit your head pretty bad. Nothing too serious. I just don’t want you gettng up too fast and making yourself dizzy.”

“Oh.” You sigh, relieved, and then rest against the pillow that is guarding your head from the wall behind you. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just fine.” Daniel smiles, picking up your hand and holding them in both of his. “I think I have quite the collection of bruises, though.”

“Good. So, are you going to tell me what happened with that storm?”  

“What do you remember?”

You close your eyes and visualize what had happened only a handful of hours ago. When you open them again, Daniel is anxiously awaiting your response. “Most of the night, I think... sitting with you and Kumiko, before the wind picked up... us running.” You can feel the feeling of your hair being whipped around, blocking you from seeing much as Daniel struggled to keep ahold of your hand while you ran together to safety. You place your free hand atop of Daniel’s as you continue. “I remember helping Sato. And then, you. You ran back out into that storm and saved Yuna’s life.” You smile, looking up at your boyfriend with pride. “You were her hero, Daniel.” 

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly.” He shifts, clearing his throat and changing the subject back to your memories. “Anything else?”

“Uh, I ran back out to help you, when I saw you fall. And then...” You close your eyes again, trying to picture the moment. “I slipped? Or I lost my footing... and I just fell, and then I don’t really know.”

Daniel visibly looks lighter upon hearing your recollections of the night. “Okay, well, that’s basically right. You tripped over... something, I didn’t really see. Then you just fell backwards and I guess you fell hard, because you blacked out.”

“That’s embarassing as hell.” You giggle, wiggling your hands free of his hold and wiping them over your face. “Did you have to drag me back in?”

“Sato helped me get you back in, and once the storm passed, we brought you back here. Mr Miyagi said you looked fine, but we should keep an eye on you, just in case. Do you feel okay?”

“Great, actually. Just a little tired still, I guess.” 

“Then you should sleep more.” Daniel nods, moving to stand up. “Do you need anything before I go? I can make some of Mr Miyagi’s famous tea. Probably not as nice as he does, but still...”

“Wait, where are you going?” You reach for his hand, tugging slightly. “You slept by me for hours, what’s a few more?”

“I guess you’re right.” He lies back down, not letting go of your hand as he makes himself comfortable. “Are you warm enough?”

“No.”

“No? Do you wanna have my blanket-” 

Your hand travels up his arm to grip his bicep and you tug, forcing him closer to you. “Just hug me, please.”

He wraps you up warm and safe in his arms, and you think about the date into the town you and Daniel had shared hours before the storm. The dinner, the dancing, the drinks, and then the stroll back to Yukie’s place. The images pull you back into sleep, where you dream of that memory and hope that you could have a few more of them before going home.

Taglist: @crimsonandclover27, @resedacitrus, @cas-atheia​, 

#i didn't know which gif to use but since there's hand holding lmao ^ #also this might be badly written.. it's nearly 5am so #anywayssss #mine #my writing #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso fic #fluff #to edit

[katyasrussianaccent]

i don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (corpse x reader)

Summary: Corpse suggests you flirt with each other to mess with the fans. What happens when you suddenly catch feelings?

Authors Note: This has been in my brain for so long so I decided to write it. May or may not write a part 2, im not sure. Lemme know what you think! My requests are open for fic/headcannons aswell 💖

It should have been simple.

Flirt, mess with the fans a little, sit back and relax.

It should have been simple.

You remember Corpse coming to you with the idea.

“Why would we do that?” you had asked, frowning at your phone screen. It had been another late night phone conversation with him; something that was starting to become a regular occurrence.

You pictured him shrug as he answered. “Fun?”

“Are you so bored you wanna make a fake relationship with me?”

“Not a relationship. Just do what we do now, but like, more.”

You had agreed before your brain had even registered it. On paper it was straightforward. You already flirted a little anyway, you were naturally a flirtatious person, and so was he. It made sense; or at least you had told yourself that it did. You knew the fans already shipped you together, you saw the things they tweeted as you occasionally lurked the ynhusband tag on Twitter. It was just innocent fun right? No-one was going to get hurt.

For a little while that was true. For a little while he called you baby and you called him darling and it meant nothing. Your face didn’t feel flush when he commented on your latest Instagram post and your heart didn’t do a little flip when he would call you just to see how you were. The phone conversations were your favourite; curled up in bed with the phone on your pillow, trading secrets into the night. He had suddenly become this constant in your life, this almost routine familiarity like brushing your teeth or going to get milk.

You weren’t sure what changed, when it had gone from being innocent fun to meaning something. It was like someone had flicked a switch, and Corpse was no longer a warm glow but this bright, blinding light that hurt your eyes to look at too long. It was almost cruel, the way you wanted something so unobtainable; the universe’s idea of a joke had no humour in it. The thing with Corpse was he was so unaware of the power he had. He was mysterious yes, but he was faceless among a sea of faces; of course people were drawn to him. And you were just another.

You started to pull away. You played different games with different people, you ignored his tweets. It was easier, if you never interacted with him, you could pretend there was nothing but shallow feelings instead of the crashing waves that threatened to pull you under. The fans had started to notice; your streams were filled with questions that you refused to answer.

“Where’s Corpse?” you read aloud as you scrolled down the chat. “Probably in his house? Go ask him.” Your tone was bitter even to you and you inwardly cringed. He hadn’t contacted you in 2 weeks, and while you were thankful, you were hurt by it. It was stupid and hypoctritical of you to be upset by something that was your own doing, and you weren’t sure what you had expected from him. He had other friends, other people to talk to, why would he have cared about you anyway?

Your phone lit up next to you, and you ignored the pang of disappointment at Rae’s picture flashing up.

Rae: Among Us???

You hesitated for a second. The likelihood of Corpse being there was high, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t say a thing to you, not on stream or in front of your friends. You could just ignore him, like you had been doing and it would be fine. You weren’t sure you believed yourself anymore.

“Guys, you want to watch me play Among Us? I’m not sure who’s playing, other than Rae.” You looked at the fast flowing stream of affirmatives and emojis. Guess you had to do it now. You opened up the game and joined the lobby.

“-yeah she looks really fucking cute,” you heard Corpse say as you logged in. You looked down at your outfit,; he definitely wasn’t talking about you in your oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You had been on stream for a few hours now; your eyeliner was smudged a little and any lipstick had worn off with the constant drinking and licking your lips. No, he definitely wasn’t talking about you.

“Hey guys,” you said tentatively, swallowing down the feeling of jealousy at Corpse’s previous words.

A chorus of greetings hit you, and you smiled at their enthusiasm. You had played with Rae, Sykunno and Toast a few times before, but Felix, Jack and Ash were new to you, though you knew of them.

“Hey Y/N,” Corpse said. You had hoped after 2 weeks he wouldn’t still affect you so much, but the way your stomach turned said otherwise.

“Hey Corpse,” you replied, hoping your tone was casual.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh yeah, I’ve been a bit busy I guess, how are you?” You looked down as you answered, picking at your nail polish. You glanced at the chat that was filled with messages.

corpsesbaby: You can always tell when someones lying coz they look down” llamadelrey: why is this so awkward lmao arent they friends??” simpsforrae: This is like is a breakup i swear

“I’ve been okay, thanks” Corpse answered, drawing your eyes off the chat and back to the game. You nodded as you muted your mic to go back to your stream.

“I hope I don’t get imposter, I always suck at that so much.” You watched as the screen counted down and the word IMPOSTER flashed up alongside Corpse’s name. “Guess I jinxed it guys.”

Great. Not only were you imposter, you were imposter with Corpse, which meant you would have to actually speak to him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

You both followed Rae as she walked up towards Greenhouse, and you cornered her while she did her task, killing her quickly.

“Everyone seemed to go right, so we should vent back towards cafeteria to avoid suspicion,” Corpse said.

“Okay,” you answered. You vented together, and you muted your mic to laugh. “This is kinda cosy guys.” You said to your chat. You briefly imagined what it would be like in real life to be so close to him.

You moved to Admin where Toast was doing his task. Before you could say a word, Corpse had already killed him and you both vented outside Cafeteria. “Fuck, that was so close,” you muttered, chuckling a little.

“Don’t worry, I got your back,” he replied, making your heart sing a little.

“Oh my hero,” you said, making a point of swooning to your chat, your voice high and airy. “How will I ever repay you?”

He chuckled, “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

You flushed at the suggestive tone he had taken, and you hoped it wasn’t noticeable but judging by the comments in your chat, it clearly had been. This was another issue you had with Corpse; he always made these type of comments with you and it was really annoying. You knew there was no chance he was being serious, and sometimes you wished he would stop it purely because it got your hopes up.

delilah: shes BLUSHING dreamofme: uWu yn uWu

You opened your mouth to respond when Dead Body Reported flashed up, bringing your thoughts back to the game.

“Toast and Rae are dead,” Sykuuno said. “I found Rae in Greenhouse and Toast in admin.”

“I was in balcony, I went there from the cafeteria,” you said confidently. You hated being Imposter, especially being teamed with Corpse, who was so good at the game, you had a lot of pressure to do well.

“I was in MedBay, I didn’t see you YN,” Ash accused.

“You only see if they enter through the left door. She entered through the other door,” Corpse answered for you.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asked.

“I was in Cafeteria,” Corpse replied.

“You could’ve vented YN,” Jack said.

“No I couldn’t have, if Ash was in MedBay, she would have seen me. Unless she wasn’t in MedBay,” you suggested, smirking to your cam as you muted. “It’s not going too bad I don’t think? Always feel like I’ve been arrested when I’m Imposter.”

“Little sus of you Ash to say you were in MedBay when you weren’t,” Corpse said. You gaped a little at how easy it was for him to manipulate the situation, it was almost scary.

Ash argued as the other players began to agree and discuss among themselves. You smiled in success at the text on the screen.

Ash has been ejected.

You split up this time, and while you hadn’t really spoken during the game, you kind of missed Corpse’s astronaut next to yours, and you said that to your chat. “Haha, our colours did look cute together, I agree.”

Any previous trepidation you had had disappeared as soon as you had heard his voice; and you realised how much you had missed him. You would simply just need to deal with your feelings; they would go away eventually anyway. You just hoped it wasn’t too late for you to start again with him.

You walked to MedBay with Skyunno, making small talk as you did.

“I’m glad to see you playing with us, it’s been a little while,” he said and you felt bad that you would have to kill him. As you turned towards him, ready to kill as he did his task, Jack walked in. You mouthed oops at the cam.

“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, suspicion in his voice.

“I was just saying how nice it was to have YN here,” Sykunno replied. You stood and faked your task, watching the green bar fill as you did. It would be too risky to kill here.

“Ah yeah, Corpse has been asking after you constantly,” Jack said. You blinked at the response, it had caught you off guard.

“Oh?” you replied simply. You mentally shrugged it off. Of course he would have asked about you, you were friends, that was all.

DEAD BODY REPORTED

“Felix was dead in Reactor,” Corpse announced. “Oh Corpse, you’re taking a risk here” you said to your chat.

“I was in MedBay with Jack and Sykunno,” you replied, smiling as they agreed. “Where were you Ash?”

She sighed sadly. “I was in Labs, but I was doing a task, I swear!” You all agreed quickly that Ash would be the next voted out.

“2 to go,” you said triumphantly. “I thought I was gonna drag Corpse down, but it’s going okay!”

The round started again and you could feel yourself getting tired. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much longer to finish the game.

You circled round Corpse a few times, hoping that he would understand your signal. Luckily he did, and you both vented to Decontamination where Skyunno and Jack were. The room had already started to emit steam, making it extremely easy for you both to vent unnoticed and kill them both.

You grinned at the Victory message that flashed up.

“Good game guys!” you said. The others congratulated you and Corpse on your win and you smiled at the sound of your names together. You had it bad.

“It was all YN,” Corpse said.

“Pfft you ssh being humble, it was all you,” you replied, taking your hair out of your ponytail and running your hand through it.

“Your hair looks nice,” Corpse commented and your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat a little quicker. How long had he been watching your stream?

“It’s bad to watch someone’s stream without telling them,” you replied, making a show of pouting for the camera.

He laughed a little. “What can I say, I’m a bad guy,” he said, singing the last words. You laughed at the sudden Billie Eilish.

“Guys, either play another game, or get a room,” Felix interrupted. You blushed a little and rolled your eyes, the chat going crazy from the corner of your eye.

“And that’s my cue to exit,” you said, yawning. “Bye guys, have a good night!” You wished everyone and your chat goodnight before closing the stream and leaning back in your chat. You couldn’t believe Corpse had been watching you. You hadn’t said anything too incriminating, but still.

You prepared for bed, settling back into the softness of your pillows as you grabbed your phone - a terrible habit you really needed to stop.

Corpse: Can I call you?

You gulped at the message that appeared on your screen, a gnawing feeling of nervous clung to your throat as you typed yes. His name came up almost instantaneously and your hand shook as you pressed to accept the call.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even while your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“It was nice playing with you again,” he commented.

You sat up a little as you held the phone against your ear. “Did you call me to tell me that?”

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

You sighed a little. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry - “

“You’re lying to me and I don’t know why,” he replied. You had never heard his voice like that before; so angry and hurt. You tapped your foot against your mattress as you thought what to say.

“I -”

“Did I do something?” he asked. You had been so selfish; blocking him out to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t thought about his feelings. He was more popular than you were, you had assumed he would be fine, that he wouldn’t care if you were around or not.

“No, you didn’t do anything, I swear -”

“Then what? Because I thought we were friends, close friends and then suddenly you pretty much disappear. But you’re still streaming with other people. It’s pretty shitty of you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked up, the sting of tears threatening to fall. “It was really shitty of me, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” he asked. “Please just tell me.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to say,” you replied softly.

“What do you want to say?”

You blinked, the anticipation of unspoken words caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow. The taste of them was bitter on your tongue. “I...I have feelings for you.”

There. You had said it. There was no taking it back now, and you felt like your heart was about to shatter with every single second of silence that passed. You could hear him swallow on the other end of the phone. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

You bit your lip, taking in the meaning of the question he had asked. It wasn’t something you had thought of, you hadn’t conceptualised your feelings for him, not put them in a box labelled love or anything. “I don’t know. I feel something for you. And it kinda sucks being your friend and having those feelings. So I pulled away.”

“Why does it suck?”

You laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t it? Feeling something for someone that doesn’t feel the same is fucking shitty.”

“I asked you to flirt with me YN -”

“Yeah, for fun,” you interrupted.

“No, I said for fun, but really I just wanted you to,” he replied. “I feel something for you too. How could I not? Has anything I’ve ever said to you sounded like it was just for fun?” You smiled at his response, your heart no longer on the fit of breaking, but suddenly doing flips and soaring through your chest, radiating warmth through your body.

“Oh,” you said, your brain was overloaded with thoughts, and was apparently no longer capable of coherent sentences.

“Oh? That’s a great response, thanks,” he teased, but you could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that, I don’t really know what to say honestly,” you replied.

“Well, baby, how about you say yes to a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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