let's talk about that one scene in oops

(and fizzarolli in general bc me and my autism r obsessed with this scene and haven't seen someone break it down. also ft. blitz lmao)

just a general scene and vague character breakdown/analysis!

i first of all want to admire the perfect representation of best friends to enemies with blitz & fizz because ugh.

And like Blitz tells everyone this but the way it's so malicious here. Just the perfect simple dig and Fizz's little shit eating grin because it delivered how he knew it would sdfkjsdkf. Shoves Blitz to the side because really that's all he cares to say. Fuck you and what you did to me, bye bye <3 Fizz is so for talking shit and dipping (House of Asmodeus) I love how messy it is but also shows how he really doesn't hold malice for Blitz otherwise. Obviously we see this front and center later in the episode once they start reconnecting, but I like the subtlety and how he's so willing to snap at Blitz despite his usual anxiety with confrontation.

Blitz also knowing exactly what to say to really piss Fizz off once things escalate <3

(Fizz literally so smug and content with himself lmfao)

(smirk wiped off bc hey that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!)

But Fizz keeps his composure. And if you'll let me be alarmingly gay for a second, I love how his version of keeping his cool as a messy gay is managing to basically recreate this drag race confrontation in what is probably my favorite set of Fizzie lines.

eat him up babes. also it's so important that that shitty coffee and fizz were on this side of the street for framing i'll talk about it more in a sec jfskjdfksf.

and now my personal favorite exchange of this entire scene that is criminally underrated imo:

love his face after this line. I SUPPORT DISABLED PEOPLES WRONGS sfjdlkfsdd. literally so fucking nasty with his clown wit but also so justifiable because yeah blitz did just pull this nightmare and dip in fizz's pov. i cannot wait for that to get touched on more likeeee why were they kept apart ugh.

and finally!!

this cut to blitz,, specifically the scarred side of his face is sooo good.

the face of a man who just achieved critical vicious mockery vs. the face of a man that knows he can only win this interaction one way now

Blitz does deserve a little violence maybe <3 Fizz underestimated his ass jjdkfsdlk.

Idk I just love how indicative this whole interaction is for their characters but especially Fizz, it's a perfect build-up for him. Fizz has major imposter syndrome with dual layers because of general haters but especially because of Mammon and Asmodeus. Not on any fault of Ozzie's,, we just see Fizz obviously thinks he isn't fully deserving of their relationship/his situation and the healthy dynamics of it and so do most major news outlets apparently askjfsk.

(full fizzy meme post & also i like how this is a special also like damn do u think they were also apart of the crossword??)

It'll be really interesting to see how his character develops in future episodes because I feel like a lot of what I've rambled about here has come to a resolution after 2 Minutes Notice in the musical special lmao. I really like how here when he goes to compose himself, this is how he does it.

Makes me wonder how many times him and Ozzie have had the self-worth and imposter syndrome conversation before it finally stuck in the Mammon Musical Special. I just love their relationship and how they compliment one another,, and how it projects into Fizz's other relationships because they're healthy for one another. Love my OTP love Blitz & especially love Fizzie. Obviously.

How is it that every time you write something, a ramble, a passing thought, a mention, of Trey I am reduced to a giddy mess. And for every post you make of him, you make me realise what my ideal man is and how down bad I am for this man. Idk maybe I'm in the same boat as you and it's because he's actually cunning and manipulative behind his "you can rely on me" exterior. Ugh he's so frustratingly hot. People believe that he's the "I'll have your daughter back by 10" type of guy, and he can be, but he's also the type of guy to call your parents and go "sorry I didn't bring them back earlier, it's been really busy lately, I promise to have them back tomorrow morning" and your parents wouldn't suspect a thing cause they know how responsible Trey is so of course they're okay with leaving you in good hands, all while said man is pounding into you, smiling down at your fucked out expression when he hangs up the phone. Now you two have the entire night to yourselves, all with your parents'permission :)

YES OMG...... it's actually so embarrassing how one mere thought of Trey is enough to have me doubled over. OTL I am down atrocious for him. He is the only twst guy who I would let knock me up in a heartbeat, even if his intentions are to baby-trap. Not even Azul has that power over me. This is just the Trey Effect. >_< I think it might be due to how smooth he is??? How the concept of domestic bliss applies so nicely to him. How completely safe and "normal" he appears compared to the other more suspicious individuals in the twst cast. How seamlessly he can manipulate you without appearing so obvious about it. He seems so sweet and caring and responsible (and he is), but he's also incredibly sneaky and you wouldn't even realize it.

Aaaaaa orz he absolutely is the type of boyfriend to keep you out past curfew and then use the excuse that the both of you were having so much fun that you didn't even realize the time had passed so quickly. But Trey's family is very trustworthy, as is Trey himself, so your parent(s) or guardian(s) can rest well knowing you're in good hands for the evening. And those hands are very good, so good at working you open, at prying your lips apart so you can suck on his fingers, at gripping your hips when he bottoms out in one thrust that has you seeing stars.

He's the type to fuck you just hours before your wedding, promising he'll be quick and it won't be too messy, competing with time just for the fun thrill of it. And he'll tease you with little things of what he'll do to you on your honeymoon, where the two of you can pick up where you left off just before the ceremony. >:)

Omg and if you're staying at the Clovers' house, you have to be quiet when he fucks you so you won't wake his siblings or his parents who are sleeping just a few doors down. AAAAAAA he brings you down to the bakery and fucks you against the counter so you can be just a little louder. You might assume he would be so boring and vanilla from a first glance assessment, but appearances are often deceiving. Trey continues to surprise and amaze.

Hi lovely! (I just realized I don't know your name or pronouns 😅) I hope you're having a great day.

So, I'm feeling a little messy and was wondering if you could write something a lil bit angsty with Joe and reader where one of them is jealous or gets a tiny bit possessive after someone flirted with the other at a party or any place you'd like.

Thank you for your stories, i love them ♥️

hiiiiiiii my pronouns are she/her and idk, call me bestie, or girl, or bitch if you're really excited (but only if you're excited, i wont allow it otherwise) thanks for your request! Wordcount: 2K

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Last Ones Standing

“Is everything all right?” your question was casual, hoping it wouldn’t sound as if you were scared there was something actually wrong. Logically there shouldn’t be, the party had been great fun, you’d seen and heard Joe laugh throughout most of it. But Joe was distant. Unusually so. 

“Yea. Yea, ‘course it is,” his voice was so flat, it was almost comical to you. Your repressed smile didn’t help the situation at all. 

“Okay... so it’s not. Talk to me.”  

“Everything’s fine,” Joe had his eyebrows raised high, eyes on the set of keys his was swinging around by the keyring around his fingers.  

You had felt it the moment you left the apartment of Joe’s friend and made your way to the lift. You pulled your hair out of your coat and straightened your scarf so it wouldn’t drag over the floor before jogging to Joe to fall into step with him, but when you reached for his hand, he was quick to use it to scratch at his chin, and then he’d slid it into his pocket.  

You didn’t want to read into it. You’d both been drinking. It was late. Tired. But when the lift doors had closed, Joe had sighed deeply.  

“Cool, okay. That’s perfect then. I love it when my boyfriend is fine.”

Joe was absolutely lying to you and you knew it, but you weren’t going to press it further if he didn’t want to spill what was on his mind. So you changed the subject.  

“Ugh, my feet hurt a little... hey, did you hear what happened to-”  

“I saw those eyes.” Joe interrupted you trying to recount the party. You looked at him, his jaw tense and eyes averting you.  

“Eyes? Whose eyes?”  

“Yours.” He nodded up at you, almost challenging you, but then stepped out of the lift immediately when the doors opened, leaving you to follow him like dog. If he was trying to piss you off, whatever he was doing was certainly doing the trick.  

You sighed, groaned almost, annoyed at what Joe was doing.

“I’m sorry for bringing them, I’ll leave them on my bedside table the next time we go to a party together.”  

The clicks of your heels echoed against the tall buildings, the two of you were the only people in the street. It was only a ten to fifteen minute walk to your apartment so you’d decided to just walk there, knowing it would sober you up a bit which should technically help your hangovers the next day. You regretted it now, not looking forward to keeping up with Joe’s quick pace in the shoes you were wearing, trying to talk him out of whatever mood he was in.  

“Not necessary.” Joe said, turning his head to check it was safe to cross the street before doing so. Oh, Joe was mad mad. You couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t reached for your hand when he was about to cross a street with you, even if there weren’t any cars around. 

“I won’t bring my girlfriend next time,” The comment felt like a stab in the chest. 

“Can you please just tell me what the fuck I did wrong so I can apologize for it?” You couldn’t have said a thing more wrong, apparently.

“What do you expect of me?” Joe’s voice was far too loud for this part of London at this time of night. You made big eyes at him that were meant to communicate for him to shut up and lower his voice, but his reaction to your face turned your big eyes into eyes that asked him what the fuck was wrong with him more so in the general sense. Joe looked at you as if you were the one being unreasonable, and you weren’t having it. 

“I expect of you to communicate with me like a normal person!” you hissed. “What do you expect of me?” you shot the question back at him, bent forward slightly at the hip in your arguing. Joe didn’t like it.

“I expect that when I take my girlfriend- my fucking girlfriend to a party of one of my friends that she acts like she’s there as, oh I don’t know, let me think about it- oh, as my girlfriend!”  

Gross. That was way too possessive for your liking. You knew Joe’d been drinking too much, but he was shouting at you with his face way too close to yours. In public too – sure, it was late, but you were out in the streets and anyone walking or driving past could see and hear him shout at you. Absolutely unacceptable.  

You shook your head at him, decided to step around him and kept walking. He was quick to follow. 

“Were you aware that you were absolutely engrossed in conversation for two and a half hours? Two and a half hours?! Come on! I was asked by literally everyone there what was going on with the two of you,”  

“Literally everyone? Okay, Joe.” Your eyes had already shot up at the sky in dismissal before you could stop yourself. 

“Honestly, what the fuck was so important for you to-” 

You stopped walking, turned, and held your hand out that placed itself on Joe’s chest as he walked into it.  

“Did you have fun?” you asked him, brows furrowed at him. Joe thought of a second. “Yes, it was fine, but-” 

“Great. So did I. We went to a party and we both had fun. What’s the issue here exactly?”  

“You had fun without me!” Joe spat at you. 

“Aww poor baby Joey needed my attention, did he?” you mocked him and it was snarky and mean but you felt he deserved it for shouting and spitting at you. 

“Fuck off,” he scoffed, pushing your hand from his chest, and stepping around you to continue the trek home like you’d just done before. 

“You’re an adult, Joe! Stop acting like a fucking teenager,” you called after him before following him at your own pace, not caring about catching up with him.  

Joe was fast. He took maybe fifteen huge steps before turning around and just as quickly marching his way back to you. It made you stop in your tracks.  

“You know what, no. Nope. I’m not going to do this.”  

“Good. Me neither.”  

But then he walked right past you and you watched him walk away in the opposite direction. 

“Where are you going?”  

“Home.”  He’d not get there until at least an hour and a half later if he really was going to walk all the way to his own flat.

“Joey, stop. Stop!” you called, and to your surprise, he listened and stopped, but his legs didn’t stop moving. He paced around the same four pavement tiles for a few seconds, his arms held up high as he held onto his own wrists that rested on his head.  

“He’s going to break up with her.” You revealed why you’d been so busy talking to one of Joe’s friends that night. You were the only other girl besides her in the friend group who’d been involved for years, so it felt completely natural for Joe’s friend to come to you for advice on his predicament.  

“What?” Joe asked on an exhale, shellshocked by the news. 

“You’ve all been making jokes about when he’s going to propose or knock her up… but he wants to break up.” You had promised him you wouldn’t tell anyone to at least give him time to figure things out for himself. They’d been together since secondary school – this was a huge decision. You knew Joe was too good of a friend to not say anything about it to him if you’d tell him, especially if the whole ordeal was going to take a few days, or even weeks. So, your plan really had been to keep it to yourself.

“He’s going to dump her?” Joe started taking smalls steps back over to you. He absolutely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. From this group of friends, she and you were the only girlfriends that had lasted as long as you had. If Joe’s friend was really going to break up with his girlfriend, it’d leave you as the last girlfriend from way back when and Joe hadn’t expected it. He always thought everyone would stay together, like he always intended to do with you. But, as Joe learned over time, including this revelation tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Was I supposed to just pat him on the back and wish him luck?” you asked Joe, arms held out wide in a huge shrug.

“Of course not,” Joe seemed annoyed by the way you suggested that, because obviously that wasn't what you should’ve done.  

Joe stopped in front of you, and you tried to make eye contact, but Joe rested his gaze on your shoulder. Then he brushed a piece of hair from it, but held onto it and let his fingers play with it, slowly twirling the lock in his hands. “Why does he… why is he going to-”  

“There’s 2,5 hours’ worth of reasons,” you joked, making Joe wince at the way he’d held that over your head earlier. “But it comes down to the fact that he just doesn’t think he can spend the rest of his life with her, you know?”  

Joe nodded a little, his anger for you already forgotten. It had completely been replaced with worry and empathy for his friend. And for his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, too.  

“He’s honestly heartbroken,” you said, explaining why you had chosen to sit and listen to Joe’s friend all night. It made you feel good that you could be of service; be a listening ear, give a word of advice and just be kind to one of Joe’s friends that trusted you enough with information he didn’t feel like sharing with anyone else just yet.  

“I should call him,” Joe went to reach for his phone, but you stopped him by grabbing hold of his wrist.  

“That’s exactly what you shouldn’t do. I’ve been sworn to secrecy. He can’t know that you know.”  

Joe looked at you, slightly bewildered. He realized that you could’ve easily told him straight away to completely avoid the fight you’d just had. It would’ve prevented Joe from screaming at you in the street. But you hadn’t told him because you’d promised his friend you wouldn’t. You were trustworthy like that. Joe plummeted into heavy guilt and his squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned at himself for being an awful boyfriend to an amazing girlfriend.  

“I’m the worst,” he started, taking hold of both of your hands and brought them up to his mouth to press his lips against them. His apologetic puppy-dog eyes looked over them, and there was no way you could stay angry at him when he looked at you like that. As Joe softened, so did you, and you understood how Joe must’ve felt, eyeing his girlfriend from across the room engrossed in a deep, serious conversation with another man for most of the evening. Especially if people had really come up to him to ask him about what the deal was. You had checked in with Joe a couple times, looked over to see him laugh and banter with others, and you’d felt like he’d been fine without you. And he had been! But he would’ve liked it so much better if you had joined him for more of the evening.

“Me too,” you laughed. “I think it’s why we work so well.” You lent in and Joe met you halfway for a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry.” Joe said, kissing you again.

“I’m sorry too.” You replied, accepting every kiss you could get out of him.

“So… do we know anyone we can set him up with?” Joe joked; eyes narrowed, gaze aimed over the top of your head, as if he was thinking it over deeply.

“Oh my God, stop,” you laughed. “They’ve not broken up yet!”

Joe put his arm around your neck and turned you around, pulling you along with him, back on track to your apartment.

“Did you at least try to talk him out of it?” Joe asked, now falling into the chat you had wanted to have earlier, recounting the party with you.

“Why did you think it took me so fucking long?”

Joe curled you into him more and kissed your forehead. “Last ones standing, hey?”

“Last ones standing.”

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wait i wanna like. for no reason but i wanna elaborate on the Squads Tags or people i mention in the tags sometimes. i wanna talk abt me friends :-) i'm taking this chance to talk abt me friends

notabili pinguini is perhaps . my main squad. top 3 main squads possibly ? . never met Any of them irl Yet but like they kinda feel like irls.... like. they're the /online/ squad i've had for the longest time (2017?!?!?!?! a little earlier but we made the gc in 2017 i think) and we're all italian and idk it feels like irls 🥰🥰 and two of them ARE irls now . so. 🥰 ya kno 🥰🥰🥰🥰 i do not know what person i would be without them fr. they shaped me. unfort they did. so Pinguini it's (me) karen mike & Nis

Nis is. ne tag is abt Nis 🥰 Nis is so special Nis is easily my bestest friend and easily one of the people i care the most in the universe ? like. right next to close family is where i'd place Nis i think. in terms of how much people matter to me . & ne is a word?pronoun? we made up to talk abt Ourselves. it's just me but we an n bc both our names start with N and this letter Bonds us and also it's a mix of me+noi(we/us). like. bit of a gollum/sméagol moment when we talk abt us tbh. bc we say we're like,, one person split into two idiots. my bitter half. plato's soulmate theory -esque UGH!! she's so special we agree that just saying we're Best Friends simply doesn't cut it so we always feel like we need to explain our dynamic to? convey? how special it is well enough ?!?! so this is why i get long-winded when talking abt Nis. sorry to anyone who's ever had to listen to me talking abt Nis. it's been a liddol messy a liddol complicated this year w ne but we're fine now. not as well as we used to but! can only get better from here. & i love her so much

then. if i ever mention I Porci. it means pigs. but i'm not using that to talk abt the cops for once in my life ‼ for some reason my actual irls decided to make that the name of the squad :^) and we're all like. we've all been friends since kindergarten. sometimes on and off y'know you kinda drift apart after high school starts cause most of us went to different places but for the most part we lichrally stuck together our whole lives so far. and i lov them so much! god!!!!! i grew up w those bastards i've known them so long!!! aaaaa!!! and we always fall back together and it just. it's good it's so good

le guglielmine is. a bit of a doxxing moment bc it's almost a last name to some of us? this doesn't make sense. i mean. not all of us use (a version of) that as a last name bc family tree but. it's our half of the family's last name kinda. i'm Not going to explain it any better so let's move on. it's just my three cousins sara serena & vanessa mostly. permanent girls night out w us whenever it is that we hang out which is Often as fuck esp when hot girl summer starts. this year looks like we're gonna be together 24/7 again yass we're planning to illegally camp on the beach Or get a motel like losers this year idk. anyway ANYWAY! occasionally the squad also includes my liddol brother (gioele) my other cousin (dennis which is sara & vanessa's younger brother) and serena's boyfriend (antonio) . the three Boys aren't permanent sometimes antonio simply cannot come over and most of the time gioele & dennis simply Do Not want to hang out w us so. >:( at the core it's Me Sara Serena & Vanessa and we ROCK sara & vanessa are sisters serena is Technically their aunt (their dad is her brother) and i'm simply a cousin but we were all born like. in the span of five years (serena first. then sara next year. then me next year. then vanessa two years later) we are Too Close in age and we spent Too Much Time together growing up so we all truly just grew up together like we were all batshit little sisters we have the most fun and three out of four of us are gonna move in together by the end of the year for uni reasons !!! and i could Not be more excited!!!!! i wish it could be all four of us but serena does not care to go back to school (queen) the dream Is to live all together at some point obviously but we'll get there. they're my best friends xx

honorable mention to Gioele my beloved brother he is Everything to me i would kill every person i mentioned so far in cold blood for him but also he has so many scars on his arms from my nails . i'm 20 years old and we're still on the floor beating each other up like kids almost every day after dinner and it's Fine it's Ok i love him so much. nicknames for him include Jeremy Fisher (like the salad finger puppet guy. no reason i just liked to say that name out loud at the time so i stuck it on him i still have his phone number saved as Jeremy Fisher) or lately it's mostly been Gioia (which does mean Joy and it is because he does bring me so much joy but also just bc his name sounds similar lmao)

i got tags for some of my discord server squads such as the cliche (not a typo. not one WE made at least we just decided to call ourselves that to spite our biggest enemy) and i THINK i have sort of a tag for the taxers and i KNOW i have a triumvirate tag which is abt. me and two specific taxers (mud & anna who also have their own solo tags as a treat <3) unfort i'm Shit at keeping up too many conversations and i lost track of discord a long time ago but they??? they mean so much to me! all of them! ahhhh

in the same spirit i wish i had either a squad tag or individual tags for like. dee emi sin lucy & enj and. maybe i will have those tags. i plan to have some version of those tags but... gotta work on it i dream of it at night

ugh legally im past imagination curfew so I dont accientlally shake myself apart like the worlds shittiest combustion engine but. BUT

im thinking about like scale of tragedy? like. ok. my dude my lil guy Jaivant heslived (i mean not lived) through a REVOLTING number of events. his existance is just BRUTAL and violent and it spans these epics (even if he can't hold onto the specifics of those) and its so obvious that his mind and body can't keep up with that because he's stayed so young. he's a walking train wreck by the nature of his body and mind and it freaks people the fuck out.

Cheon Mi-seon tho is like the one that ijust ough. honestly the way he died was something that almost happened to me! so now theres an additional kind of closeness and fear. and like theres a sense of a loss of something so vibrant and alive. he was constantly growing and shifting and it shows in EVERY part of him from his name to his shitty at home haircut and the way even after he starts coloring it you can alwasy see the roots growing out. he had SO MUCH left undone, and not just subjects not breached, but things ALMOST KNOWN or just suspected. theres that messiness to a true death where the brain goes "no that cant have happened, i/we/they hadnt ____ yet, so by the Rules, theyre actually not allowed to do that". and he's going to be so important forever, his death is going to be SO HARD, theres all these questions that will never be answered.

idk where im going with this but i think Jaivants state is like looking off of a tall cliff struggling to imagine the horror of the fall and Mi-seons is like that whiteness in your brain when you hear the news.

Made a to-do list for stuff to do around my apartment and it is Way too long... ideally I want to finish these things by the end of the month tho.

Just one or two things per day, probably... take things a bit at a time ..

hs3 spoilers - first listen through thoughts

okay so. literally just stream of consciousness as i listened. these are out of order from how i listened bc i'm messy.

daydream the start of this reminds me of a bollywood song lmao. wtffff love me like you pay me AAA OK paid for it. something to dream about aw this is a really sweet song. not sure what the fuck was going on with that line at the start though had me thinking it was another fuck beards song. HUH what if it's like. a commentary on celebrity - we (fan's) pay for it and ask for all of their (celebs') love, parasocial relationships a thing to dream about ect, also how 1d was marketed to be dream bf's. hm i like that interp gonna roll it around in my head some more.

just keep driving GOD. it's about the miscommunication or the lack of communication we want to push it aside and just keep driving, the thingy about clouds withheld dark stuff AAA again not communicating. defenseless say's hi. it's also capital W wierd sir what is this your shopping list? fr tho feels like the beauty papers video ad? i'm sure there's some hyper specific connection for each one can't wait for the fbi larries to find them.

sattellite AFJDSF about isolation and it's affects and wanting to be there for someone even when you physically can't and distances growing between people and overcoming those because they always end being pulled to each other. spaces an this are very distant cousins. Vibes are amazing sonically very cool

daylight kitchen mention harry astrology bitch confirmed blue bird GOOD GOD? again always being there with/for someone even when you physically can't like. babe we get it. bicycles again? YOU ARE THE ANTIDOTE. but also that thingy about cocoa (?) idk what that's about, cut out my middle (butterfly???) you don't have time for me forced to be apart bc of other obligations? and missing someone basically? mildly confused by the exact lyrics but the vibes 10/10 and the chorus is again so sweet and so so soft i love it.

little freak hlbluegreeners. kitchen again. it's about the COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP SHIT SJFKF. adore u vibes in that you don't need anything from them just content to think about/adore them TRACK SUIT PONYTALE MAKE FUN OF ME RED WINE AND A GINGER ALE. birthmark i'm confused? feet first line that's very too young of u. yes ankle broke joke.

love of my life news = media narratives/ scrutiny they aint a fan of it. who tf is johnny. GOD THIS IS GORGEOUS, HOME 1D lost till u find it. didn't want to leave him behind. okay dunno where ur lying when you fly vs little freak. coordinates very cryptic sir. love love love this song he sounds so good his voice is so rich it's a thick comforter being wrapped around you

late night Sexy intro TRUMPETS share a single bed :) CHANGE ALWAYS YOU literally thee louis parallels CHANGE AGAIN gimme a call, THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE WANTS TO BE THERE FOR HIS PERSON. EVERY OTHER SONG. i love this song there's nothing left to say reminds me of sleepovers with a friend and saying the things you can only say in the safety of night like dreams and hopes and plans and confessions. and also about being gay what more do you want.

cinema ugh. this feels. blatantly stunty and in a album Full of love songs it's the only really sexualized one idk. i'm sure someone with a big enough brain will find some sort of non stunt interp which i'd love to hear

boyfriends i mean i've already talked about it love the joni vibes and half a world away lyrics and i'm sticking to my original interpretation

grape juice wow a bop from the start. also Loud whispering harold. hideaway from the rest of the world hmm. kinda confused about i got over it, what is it? something old and red idek hat this is but. long term relationships and also bc my mind is prisoned rn red ofmd fabric thingy :) paid more than i did back then? there's Something here i just can't grab it rn. what is 'it'?? i'd assume the obv answer is love but that doesn't rlly fit with the prior lines. so you need the person even though it's getting harder to do so/costs you more. GARDEN PLACES WE'D BEEN say this is about gemma i dare you. I DARE YOU. i'm so old and wise mumbles. grape juice blues hmm drunk reminiscing, dunno precisely what's the deal but it's a bop

mathilde made me cry. anyway it's about the found family, the terror of leaving it behind in search of something better. okay this song really hits for various reasons. and like yes found family is so often inherently queer but this just even more obvious. yah maybe i;m projecting but it really feels like so much of the advice i see older queer folk give younger ones. hmm bring sun to the darkest days hmmm. lights up. i'm crying again. tea and toast nice domestic. you don't have to go home it's about making a home you want and belong to when the one you came from wasn't truly a home to begin with. start a family that will always show you love could this be any more clear. mathilde bc it's like matilda?

sushi restaurant green eyes hm, is it about him? no? egg i think there was one other egg mention. was this a fic or was there a thing about hl getting ice cream and one of the orders was with flakes? idk. i'm hungery why so much food? blue bubblegum. go broke?? i don't knoww. oh the just a little taste cause i love you babe Vibes. OH GOD it reminda me of oh i really hate you right now i hate my brain. green tea. sorry why so much blue green imagery Why. scoobadoobydoobboopboo!!! i'm not gonna get lost i'm not gonna go broke OHH was there first someone speaking to him? abt artistic integrity vision? eat the stars i approve. Oh yet another commentary on celeb culture? like literally a taste of the high life people are insatiable ect ect. i don't really think so but maybe?

ok obv don't take this too seriously even in terms of how i interpreted stuff it was just whatever popped into my head and it's like. 3:30 am now. kinda feel like doing some analysis on some more of these so we'll see.

the one where roman is your stubborn ex-boyfriend

Roman Godfrey x Witch!Reader

Summary: You try to warn Roman about Miranda, but will he listen? Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood Word Count: 2.6k A/N: i love roman godfrey. also can i just say i have no idea what this is like it was gonna be 8k words but turned out a lot shorter because i lost motivation tbh and didn’t know where to go with it; this also ends very abruptly so i’m really sorry about that. may write a part 2 but idk yet hehehe. also, i changed the show plot slightly to fit my fic :)

“Have you heard?” 

The sound of Destiny’s voice over the phone scares you slightly. After her dramatic bitch session over the girl Peter had been fucking, she stopped for a long pause, returning to the phone with a solemn tone. 

“No? Heard about what?” You answer. 

“She’s fucking him too.” Of course she is, or should you say, he is. Rolling your eyes, you sigh deeply down the line, “what like an orgy?” 

“No, like one of those relationships with three people? Uh, polyamorous?” You groan, “Spare me the details, D.” Destiny’s glamorous laugh echoes into your ear, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Please come over!” Destiny begs, her voice still full of laughter as you tell her ‘fine’ before you hang up. You bask in the morning sun that peers through the curtains of your apartment for a moment before you get moving. 

Opening the front door of Destiny’s apartment, you're met with her running up to, her eyes wide with alarm as she quickly slams the door behind you. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoughts running a mile a minute as she frantically ushers you to sit. 

“I saw her in my visions, Y/n. I-I don't know what it means, but I don’t trust her, and neither should my cousin,” She stutters. Your eyes flicker between hers as you sit her down on the couch. 

“When did this happen?” Destiny points over to the jacket laying on the wooden dining room table. “When I was on the phone to you. That’s hers. I went to pick it up and boom! Instant headrush.” 

You lean back on the couch and shake your head. You're at a loss for words. The fact that Peter could be in danger scares you; but more importantly, it's his ex-best friend’s safety that makes you panic more. 

“Have you talked to Roman?” You ask. Destiny’s head snaps towards you, shocked you even brought him up. She shakes her head and grasps your hands. “Have you?”

You inhale deeply, “No.” Destiny sighs, “We don’t have to talk about him, you know. I know your break up was pretty messy.” You let out a small laugh at her concern. 

“I’m okay, I promise. It was like 9 months ago, D.”

She nods and turns to look at the folded jacket, wanting to change the subject. “Did you want to look?” She throws her thumb behind her as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Yep.”

The jacket lays on the table in front of you, and you stare at the leather.

“It will keep him safe…” You trail off, meeting Destiny’s eyes as she smiles softly. The doubt in the pit of your stomach is unsettling, but you need to see the vision. You huff before tilting your head side to side and shaking out your arms. Sweeping your hair back, you square your shoulders. Destiny gives you a reassuring look, although there's tinges of regret and panic in her eyes. You purse your lips while your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your ears. 

As soon as you reach down and let your fingers graze over the material, you're transported into a series of flashes—snakes and blood on the walls, the floor, everywhere. The screams you hear are far away, but they’re close enough for you to catch the utter agony that powers them. Your eyes move wildly under your eyelids as you search for something that will tell you anything. Tears line the edge of your waterline, and the guttural screams grow nearer, the cries rattling your bones until you squeeze your eyes shut and rip your hand away from the jacket. 

You step back in utter terror. You feel sick as pure fear and anxiety churns in your stomach. The blood-curdling screams still reside inside your brain as you walk towards the door. 

“Where are you going?” Destiny yells. 

“Roman’s.”

—

Stopping in front of Roman’s new house, you scoff. Last time you were here was when he first bought it, and you left screaming and crying—a perfect storm for a perfect couple. 

It was also the last time you saw him. The two of you were freshly 18 and were addicted to the speed of your relationship; a year in and he was already asking you to move in with him. It was built to fail: his mother and your ancestors, your kind, weren’t a good mix. Olivia had threatened you more times than you can count, but Roman always defended you, even if you didn’t need him too. Maybe that’s why you fell so hard so quickly, because he was there when you needed him. To protect and to love. But then you fell apart and were never to fall together again.

Stepping up the front door, your hand goes slack against the door. Do you just barge in? Or be the polite ex-girlfriend and knock. You go for the latter and bang your fist against the pale timber. Not a second later, the door swings open and you’re met with a blonde girl. 

“Hi—” “You must be Miranda. I was just wondering if Roman’s in?” You cut in, stepping through the doorway despite her distress. “Um, you can’t just walk in,” She says as you look at the top floor, hoping to see the lean man hovering above. 

“Lovely house he’s got. Ugh, I remember seeing this and telling him it was the one.” You laugh. This sentence causes Miranda to pause in her spot, her face scrunching up in confusion. 

Looking towards the kitchen, two pairs of eyes are staring at you and, you have to hold in a laugh. 

“Peter! Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you,” You almost squeal as you rush towards him. He looks back at Roman in shock as you engulf him in a hug. “How have you been?”

Peter swallows with an unsure expression on his face, “Yeah, good.” You smile at him and then peer over his shoulder at your ex-boyfriend. 

“What are you doing here, Y/n? And cut the shit.” He mutters. He’s blunt with his words, but you understand why. It was messy. 

“Shit? I speak of no such thing, Mr Godfrey,” You give him a tight-lipped smile, sarcasm thick in your voice. You step back from Peter and watch as Roman saunters over to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks again, this time his tone is icy, and his stare is hard. 

“Does she know?” You ask before you say your true intentions, waving your hand in the air. Roman shares a look with Peter before shaking his head. You run your tongue along your front teeth then nod. 

“Ok. Well, firstly, I had a vision.” The sentence has Miranda instantly asking questions but is quietened by Peter who puts his hand up. Roman furrows his brows and steps closer to you, “What do you mean? About what? Does Destiny know?” The number of questions leaving his lips prompts you to lift your finger to stop him. 

“Destiny had the same one.” 

Roman glances over at Peter who shrugs. “When did this happen?” 

“Half an hour ago,” You move to sit on the couch as the boys stand and Miranda cowers in the corner. “And it’s very important.” You strain your voice so only Roman can hear. 

“Okay, well, tell me.” He says. You deadpan him as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly. 

“The woman you have both been fucking, she’s dangerous.”

From her spot, Miranda is overcome with anger as she pushes off the wall and stomps towards you. You keep a calm facade as she throws her arms in every direction whilst she’s talking. 

“Who do you think you are? Coming here at 8 am to run your mouth about God knows what and insult me and especially these boys.” 

You raise your eyebrows for a split second before standing from the couch to move in front of her. 

“Alright,” Roman buts in, his voice booming through the glass house. “That’s enough, Y/n. You can’t just come in here and insult her. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“You hardly know her! You don’t even know what she’s capable of,” You bite, spinning towards him. 

“I’m gonna go see Nadia.” 

You don’t recognise the name as you cock your head at Roman. 

“Who’s Nadia?” Roman freezes at the question. His shoulders tense and his body rigid as you tilt your head, waiting for his response. You grow impatient as the question lingers. At this point, Miranda has gone upstairs, and you watch as she punches in a code for a door. 

“She’s um—Letha’s.”

Your heart drops at the sound of your late best friend’s name. “You’re telling me…” You can’t find it in yourself to find the words as rage erupts in your stomach. 

“You’re letting a stranger look after Letha’s child?” You yell, “Peter?” 

“I only found out about her last week, Y/n. I’m as in the dark as you are.” He mumbles, head dropping towards the floor as you peer back at Roman. 

“The vision I saw was fucked up. If you saw them like I did, I’m sure you would feel the same, and you would want to be miles away from her right now.” You could cry at the sheer naivety of him. 

“You’re letting a complete stranger in on our lives! If anything, I’d be better off caring for my best friend’s child than some whore you picked up from the bar.”

The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you narrow your eyes at Miranda walking back down the stairs. She makes her way towards Peter and stands next to him as you are face-to-face with Roman.

“She’s feeding you vicious lies, Ro. Please listen to me.” You don’t beg, and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s in moments like these, you need him to listen to you; to trust you again. 

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, doll.” You roll your eyes and try your best to bite back a snide remark. 

“I’m telling you this because I love you, Roman, not because I’m jealous; don’t flatter yourself. Maybe start to think with your brain instead of your dick,” You place your palm on his cheek before you bring his other cheek to your lips, placing a kiss against his silky skin. “You know where to find me, baby.” Patting the side of his face, you step back, and without acknowledging Peter and Miranda, you walk out of the front door. 

Watching your retreating body, Roman feels a pang of remorse in his chest; the feeling leaving him breathless for only a moment before Miranda speaks.

“What a bitch,” She spits before Roman shoots her a stern look, “Don’t call her that.” He stares longingly at the door and then his legs take him upstairs and into his room, leaving the pair downstairs. 

—

Getting a call from Roman was odd. You assumed he deleted it when you broke up, but looks like he didn’t. The words that slipped out of his mouth hadn’t shocked you, but you felt like breaking down at the thought of Nadia missing. You hung up without a word, and every action you did after the phone call was aggressive, your anger evident everything you did. 

Storming up the driveway of his house, you spot Roman in the doorway, remorse painting his features. The look of anger on your face almost scares him and as he backs into the house with you coming at him. 

“I fucking told you I had a bad feeling and now look what she’s done! I can't believe you let this happen, Roman! I know you’re touch-starved and dying for female attention but come on, I saw this happening a mile away.” You snap, running your hand through your hair as Roman cowers with guilt. You hadn’t seen that expression before. 

You slam the front door behind you and glare at him. His look of regret slips and then irritation sets on his face. There he is. 

“And where were you? Hm? Probably off fucking some scum from the bar in town whilst I was worried shitless about my daughter.” Your eyebrows almost fly to your hairline as you listen to his newfound confidence. Rolling your eyes, you wave him off and turn to leave. You can’t bear to listen to his bullshit assumptions. 

“That’s right! Walk away like you always do.” He seethes, a frown contorting his features. You know he’s only saying that to get a rise out of you, it’s his specialty. So you don’t react to piss him off even more. You spin around to meet his hard stare again and stomp towards him, your finger up to press against his firm chest. 

“You really wanna go there, Godfrey? Really?” You see a flash of regret pass over his cold eyes before he leans down to your eye level. His face is vacant of any expression when he growls a response. “Yeah, I wanna fucking go there, dollface.” 

Your face screws up before you huff and step away from him. You bring your hands to rest on your cheeks as you feel tears sting your eyes. 

“I can’t believe you’ve let this happen,” You murmur. Roman growls, but when you look at him, he’s staring at the wall trying to stop the tears blurring his vision. 

“Where’s Peter?” You ask. 

“Fuck knows!” He yells, and you cringe slightly. Roman’s eyes go wide as he watches you shrink away. His face falls before he puts his hands up in front of him. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/n,” He says softly. You give him a small smile as you reply, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

His gaze falls to the floor before he sees your shoes. “Come here.”

Roman looks up to see you with your arms outstretched. You tilt your head when he doesn’t move and shift to wrap your arms around his torso. Being alone with Roman was different from when you were in a group. You couldn’t quite explain it, but he was far more emotional around you. 

“Hug me back, Ro,” You feel his shaky hands on your back as he bends down slightly, resting his head on your shoulder. Despite his arms around you, his body remains stiff.

“Loosen up; it’s just me.”

“Sorry, my family was never really the touchy-feely type.” he spits softly, “But you already knew that.” You only laugh and squeeze him tighter. 

Feeling his heartbeat comforts you. You haven't been this close since your break up, and even that was closer than this. You wish you never heard it; his cries against your skin. The sound and the vibrations make your breath hitch and your body freeze. 

“Let’s move to the couch, yeah?” You whisper, backing up until the backs of your knees hit the couch. Roman pulls away for a second as you lay down before he clambers on top. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his long arms around you. You wonder if he can actually fit on the couch or if his legs are bent awkwardly, but choose not to bring up the topic. 

“Could you play with my hair? Please?” Your eyes widen at the sound of the verb and the smallness of his voice, “I’m not gonna ask again, Y/n.” And there he is, the usual Roman. You roll your eyes and work your nimble fingers into his hair, the soft strands like silk against your skin. 

His sniffles eventually seize, and his body stops shaking as he calms down. 

“We’ll find Nadia. I promise you, Ro.”

Idk why but I’m all in my feelings today about what sex would be like with each member & let me tell you I have THOTS 🥵

I feel like Jin would be an absolute dirty romantic. He’s gonna tr(eat) you right like a total pillow princess. Very soft & wants to see you fall apart for him before throwing your legs back & giving you his enormous cock in missionary. Cute lovey eye contact & whispers of how well you take him & how he’s gonna make you shake underneath him. Any position where he gets to hold you close & moan in your ear is his fave.

Yoongi might talk a tough game but I bet this boy would get weak for you bossing him around. Like hell yes, tell him you want his hands on your throat, tell him to take you from behind so he can smack your ass, tell him to go harder until you cry. He’s so down for spitting in your mouth while you’re impaled on his cock, I just know it. He also wants to see you swallow him all, cum dropping down your chin & onto your tits. He loves to see you messy.

I know he’s all sunshine & rainbows on the stage but hear me out - Ultimate Dom Hobi. Seriously if you’ve ever seen those dance practice vids where he’s leading choreo, there’s a huge part of him that expects obedience & loves to be listened to. He would love indulging in bdsm play & testing your limits. Tying you up in shibari while you whine for him or flogging you until your ass is bright red, dripping a candle onto your ass before he fucks you. I get shivers thinking of his serious face while he’s owning you like that.

Ugh Namjoon would be domestic daddy as hell. He loves to come home & find you in lingerie, waiting with a drink in hand for him & ready to drop to your knees the second he’s comfortable. Or even just mentioning to him that you feel needy for him will get him started. This man has a breeding kink & needs to see you fucked out & creampied. Coaxing out multiple orgasms from you until you have tears in your eyes & the only thing you can say is “daddy” while he plays with your overstimulated body.

Fucking Park Jimin begins way before he even touches you. He loves teasing & is fucking filthy about it - “Like thinking of me ripping off those cute little panties & fucking you right here? So everyone can see what a cock hungry slut you are? Bet you’re wet already for me.” He’s so down for escalating things in public too, touching you in just the right way to drive you insane before getting you somewhere private to just ruin you multiple times.

I feel like Taehyung would mostly have two moods when it comes to sex - wanting to take his time with you & be really slow & sensual, or he just needs to fuck you like an animal. Like he wants to draw you a perfumed bath, feed you strawberries & Dom Perignon & then lick you head to toe one night, the next night he’s throwing you down on the living room floor & ripping your dress bc he can’t be inside you hard or fast enough.

My lord Jeongook would be a switch’s wet dream. He would love to show you how much of a man he is, teasing & sucking on you until you whine for him so he can take you whatever way he wants. But then he gets just as weak if you want to pull his hair, ride his thigh & make him wear cat ears & call him “good boy”. Like, he’s going to throw you down & fuck your tits but ask for permission to cum. This boy also wants it whenever, wherever so if he wants you to take his dick on the way to the restaurant, it’s gonna happen. And he’ll sit through the meal with a shit eating grin knowing you’re leaking his cum.

YOOOOOOOOOOO I’M GONNA NEED TO GO AND LAY DOWN AFTER READING THIS BECAUSE HOLY FUCK THIS MADE ME WEAK 🥵🥵🥵

I LOVED reading this, and absolutely adore your thoughts. my jaw dropped a few times and when I got to that last sentence... well, let’s just say 💦💦💦💦. 

Oh mannnn, the way I’d fuck each and every one of them in any of these situations and love every second of it 🥵. Putting aside my undying need for Jungkook, I think I’d enjoy Jimin the most here 😏. 

Thank you so much for this 😊, it truly was so good to read, now I have new fantasies to think about 😁. 

Wow today was crazy (tw for blood mentions and general animal violence)

everyone’s okay, no one died. But two of my roosters really went at it today. It’s not usually an issue, I know I objectively have too many (I have 4 roosters and only 12 hens, it IS an issue, I know I know). So I only have myself to blame for this. It was my number 2 and 3 roosters who fought (they keep a very specific hierarchy, I don’t name my birds so it’s the best way to tell them apart. The #2 is a silver laced Wyandotte and #3 is the BEAUTIFUL grey and red one that hatched last year).

The #2 dude, the silver Wyandotte, he’s been prone to head bleeding. His comb is huge and has a heavy blood supply, that’s how all roosters are. But his has had issues in the past where he nicks it and it bleeds a lot. He’s a black and WHITE bird so this is an issue, haha, for obvious messy reasons. 

So today I go up there and he’s bleeding from his comb and the other rooster (#3) has blood all over his face and they both look super fucked up. And they’re still going at it, like tired boxers in round 4, barely lifting their arms anymore. (is that a thing? I don’t watch boxing haha, I hope you get what I mean). They’re not generally mean birds, so it’s like their instincts were going “Blood! KILL!” but they.. didn’t know how? So they just kept puffing up at each other and pecking at each other but not going any further than that - no spur usage for example. That’d be even worse. Most of the blood was from the #2′s head wound. (Think like a really bad nosebleed, bleeds a LOT)

So now I have him separated and I cleaned him up and put antiseptic spray on him and stopped the bleeding. He’s up there in a huge dog kennel with water and food. The other rooster was still trying to get him through the bars. 

And now im at an impasse.. I don’t know if they’ll ever stop and it’ll take a whilte for it to heal completely. I don’t want to get rid of either of them. It’s not realistic to rehome a rooster around here, everyone has chickens and unwanted roosters. I don’t want to butcher them, or I wound have already. #3 is BEAUTIFUL and i really wanted his genetics, but #2 is so so so sweet and I can already tell from the chicks that hatched he’s making a lot of cute and sweet babies. Like half the chicks I’m keeping are visibly his (white and black busy patterns). Temperament is more important than looks, but he’s got health issues! His foot has been prone to getting bumble foot and this is like the 3rd head injury he’s had. But he’s SO sweet and good with the little chicks and that’s so fucking rare. He let me cart him around in my arms and spray antiseptic spray on him! I had him in my arms for like 2 hours and he barely put a struggle. What a nice guy. 

Idk. It’s been wild - this happened just a few hours ago and I had to go milk my goat in the middle of all of it and I’m baking bread and it was like 80 degrees here, which is insane. I’m so fucking tired haha. And I smell like chicken blood. I’m gonna shower. Let me know if you read all of this bullshit what you think. They’re both nice, but #2 is definitely nicer. #3 is a really rare lucky recessive gene I lucked into that I doubt I’ll ever see again and I’d be heartbroken to have to butcher him. I could try and rehome him, but I’m literally worried he’s had the taste for blood and will always be an issue now. I cannot beLIEVE #4 is still alive through all of this, he’s such a shit. WHY #2 and #3!! WHY! UGH. I just don’t have the heart to cull #4, he’s tiny and it wouldn’t be worth it and he doesn’t cause much of a fuss. But I’m feeding and keeping too many freaking males and this is the last straw. Idk what to do! 

BTBY Chapter 12

Story Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Your fiancé is nowhere to be found; Namjoon returns to the hospital. 

Previous Chapter found here

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He easily  found his way back to your hospital room since he had just left, he stands in the doorway and waits as he hears you yelling,

“Where the fuck is he???” 

“Babe I don’t know. Ok? The nurses called and I called and Gina called. Maybe he’s passed out. He was here for like 3 days sleeping on that chair ok?” Xavier is trying to pacify you.

“I was in a fucking coma do you think I give a shit about that?” you respond angrily.

“Honey, you are also fucking high as a kite right now and also in pain. Let’s take some deep breaths.” Xavier starts doing some meditation exercises. Usually you would be all on board but your brain feels itchy, you can’t even put that many words together. “I wish I was fucking high right now. Namjoon flew here from London and he doesn’t even like me, why the fuck can’t my fiancé answer the goddamn phone?” you yell while crying. You know you were sad and angry and pathetic but you didn’t care.

Xavier sees Namjoon waiting in the doorway, “Ok sweetie. I hear that you are angry and have some shit going on from your brain hitting a car windshield. I’m going to go to your apartment and investigate OK? I'll bring back coffee. "

“No. No. Don’t you fucking leave me alone here. They keep saying shit to me and I can’t keep up with them because my brain isn’t working and I don’t know what’s happening.” you say very sad and angrily. You have been struggling for the past few hours as doctors and nurses and a police officer have come in to try and talk to you and you just woke up and you don’t know what is going on. Goddamn your brain feels itchy. 

“I’m not leaving you alone, I’m passing you off to this guy who doesn’t like you. He doesn’t like you so much he flew in from London and then came to the hospital within minutes because of how much he doesn’t like you,” Xavier's voice is dripping with sarcasm as he waves to Namjoon and walks over. “Thanks dude. As you can tell, our little [Y/N] is having an emotional and crazy time at the moment. Idk why they thought swarming her with the cops and like ten doctors in the past hour was a smart idea, but here we are. I’m going to see what the fuck is going on with Ben." 

"That's no problem. Is there anything I should know before the doctor or nurses come?"

Xavier thinks for a moment," It was a hit and run. It’s an active police case. The car hit her so hard she has shards embedded into her skull. Like her actual fucking face bones.” 

"Oh my God." 

"Yeah, she's lucky to be alive. Alright, I'm off to play fucking Nancy Drew." Xavier excuses himself. 

“Hey,” Namjoon said, walking into the room.

“Nooooo….” you whimper.

“What, you don’t want me here?” Namjoon says, feeling an ache in his chest.

“I didn’t want anyone to bother you,” you start sobbing. This wasn’t his problem. He already had his week turned upside down by you being in the hospital.

“It’s no trouble. I just had to run back to the hotel and grab my phone charger.” he lies, “I was coming back anyway.” Namjoon sits down on the bed next to you.

“Really?” you say, trying to sound normal but it’s still a messy sad sound.

“Really, I’m afraid to let you out of my sight honestly. Carelessly getting hit by cars.” he says, rubbing your arm.

“It was just one car.” You correct him, he laughs. “I don’t remember anything.” You say quietly. “The police came and asked me a bunch of questions but I have no idea. I was on my way from work to pick up lunch and that’s the last thing I can remember.” 

Namjoon sighs and looks down, feeling guilty for how selfish he’s been this past week. “That’s ok sweetheart, you’ll remember some things with time. Otherwise, I’m sure a business or something has cctv recording or something.” 

“Yeah,” you respond. “I’m sorry. I know this whole thing is awkward. And my brain is a little off right now. My veins feel itchy.”

“Yeah, that’s the pain medication. Don't worry about being awkward, You’re fine..”

“Umm Ok then, can I ask what Ben and you talked about?  last night. The nurse mentioned both of you were here and talking to each other”

Namjoon feels a tightness in his chest and he pushes past it, “Umm yeah...I explained to Ben that I was your soulmate. At first Ben didn’t believe us but we showed him our wrists. He was confused and I think a little mad because you hadn’t told him. He said he was going home to take a shower and I told him he should also rest because he actually looked like shit.” He pauses for effect,  “Not like us. We still look really good when we’re tired, he looked rough, like bad,” he explains, you can tell he is trying to make you laugh. You give him a smile. “I told him that when we met you told me you had  a boyfriend and didn't care about the soulmate thing.” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah,” you say because you don’t know what else to do.

A Doctor comes into the room. “Hi, I’m Dr. Reid. I’m one of the surgeons here and I was just wanting to show you a few x-rays of your skull if that would be ok?” 

“Are you feeling up to that?” Namjoon turns to ask you.

“Yeah I think so,” you sit up a little more and Namjoon moves back over to his own seat. He takes out his phone. Rude, you think. The doctor pulls up the x-rays and shows you the shrapnel that is still in your skull. He explains that there is no reason to remove it and that it shouldn't cause any long term issues but if it does, a small surgery could be done to remove it. You thank him and he leaves.

“Ugh there is no way I’m going to remember all of that,” you whine as you sit back. Just listening to that had been exhausting.

“It’s ok, I took notes,” Namjoon flashes you his phone screen where he had diligently written down the information. He also had notes in there about the medications the nurses had given you since last night. 

You feel tears in your eyes. Fuck. Fuck. You feel your heart warming itself to him and you have fought so hard this past year to keep this from happening. “Thanks,” you say.

“What’s wrong?” he puts his phone away and walks over to you.

“I can’t tell you,” you squeak out.

“Is it about Ben? I’m sure it’s weird talking to your soulmate about your fiancé.” Namjoon sighs and gets up to walk around. You feel sadness in your body that wasn’t there before. 

“No. It’s not. It’s just. It’s weird having you here and being nice to me. I never thought I was going to see you again and here you are. And you are being so kind.”

Namjoon stops and puts his hands on his hips, “Yeah. The whole thing is pretty strange. I can go back to being a total asshole if you want?” he turns, putting on a very gruff expression.

“Hmm you know usually that would make me feel better, but I think I’m too tired today to keep up with your asshole wit. Maybe tomorrow you can work your way back into it.”

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep. I’ll stick around in case the doctor’s or nurses need something.”

You look out the window. It seems weird that it’s so sunny and bright when it’s so cold and strange inside. What the fuck was going on with you two. This made your head hurt as much as the shrapnel in your “face bones,” as Xavier had so delicately explained.

You hear Namjoon sigh and walk back over. He’s scrolling through his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, starting to feel drowsy.

“Ah it’s nothing. Just reviews from the show coming in. We had to decide whether or not to postpone performances or for the band to perform without us. I’m telling Taehyung to head back. I’ll meet up with them In Amsterdam.” 

You instantly feel terrible. It’s your fault he wasn’t able to perform. “Shouldn't you join him?”

“I’m still not 100%. In case you didn’t realize. . If I’m going to miss out on performing I might as well be here.” he says nonchalantly. 

“I’m sorry.” you squeak out as tears are falling down your face. The medication and head trauma have made you emotional. You don’t normally cry so easily. “I’m sorry for getting hit by a car.”

“Oh my God, stop it, you sound ridiculous.” he responds. Normally you would have the energy to insult him back but not today. You just try not to cry and end up crying more. 

“Hey, it’s ok. Really. You know what? I could use the break. I haven’t had a day off in months.” he gets up and brings you some tissues. “Really. It’s fine. The fans understand. They are just worried. The producers know what’s going on. The guys are just glad that we’re both ok. It’s really not a big deal. Let’s focus on getting you better.” he says as he strokes your soulmark. “Don’t worry. When you’re all better I’ll make sure to make you feel terrible about all this,” he smiles at you.

You laugh into your tissue so the snot doesn’t go everywhere. You are a nasty mess. Why is this hot man talking to you and trying to cheer you up? You are also exhausted. Your eyes burn. You close them for a second to feel some relief and it becomes increasingly hard to keep them up. You hear Namjoon, “That’s right sweetheart, rest up. I’m not going anywhere right now.”

Namjoon plugs his phone into the wall. He’s sent messages off to the rest of the team about the schedules and takes a deep breath as he’s sure the news of his missing a few concerts will have repercussions. Oh well. He can’t leave you here like this. Part of him wishes he could, but something in his very essence has changed over the past few hours. He finds himself rubbing his soulmark and wondering how he ever thought about getting it removed. NEXT CHAPTER

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for the “give me a character” meme! Eric, Adam, William, Mallick, Strahm, Rigg!!!!

YESS thank u!!!!

Eric:

How I feel about this character: That's my boy!!! <33

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Uuuu okay. Adam, obviously, but concerning the SAW polycule: Adam, Art, Lawrence, William, & Mallick!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Him & Rigg!!! That's his best friend!!! + he and Gibson in the Eric Lives AU!! (Gibson IS dating his best friend + recognizes that he's made the effort to change <3)

My unpopular opinion about this character: You Understand This but the idea that he's irredeemable/deserved to die is complete and utter bullshit. This post that you made perfectly describes my feelings on that!!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: Firstly that he. Y'know. Didn't die. But I would have loved to see any of his interactions with Hoffman? Obviously they knew each other + I like to think they have since they were in academy together, so there's gotta be some sort of history there, y'know?? I feel like he definitely cared about Eric so I would've been very interested to see more regarding that relationship! + one more big one: I wish he knew/was at least made aware of the fact that Daniel was ALIVE and okay. It kills me thinking abt how this man died not knowing if his child made it out.

Adam:

How I feel about this character: I loooove him he deserved better. I relate pretty heavily to him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Hehe. Lawrence obviously!! Chainshipping is a HUGE comfort ship for me. BUT! Regarding the SAW polycule: Lawrence, Eric, William, Gibson, & Mallick!! + when concerning that alternative canon continuity we've been talking abt, Strahm. But only in that circumstance lol,,

My non-romantic OTP for this character: MANDY!!! In any AU where she's either not a disciple or abandoned her apprenticeship, I firmly believe that he and Amanda would be best friends. Mean gay/lesbian solidarity siblings who would fight tooth and nail for each other + who get each other on a level that not many others can. Pamela also!! Along w Mandy I like to think they talk about their experiences being trans a lot + just bitching w each other lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character: IDK how unpopular this actually is but I 100% believe that Adam would never become a disciple in any capacity, ESP not of his own accord. I genuinely think he'd rather die. That's just not something I can see him doing in any circumstance.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wish someone had gotten him out of the bathroom :( And in an AU where he lives I hope someone tells him what a bastard Zep was!! No one made that dude hold a gun to Diana's head and listen to her heartbeat what the FUCK was that!!

William:

How I feel about this character: He's such a sweetheart I love him,, <33

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Lawrence & Adam <3 in the polycule though this includes Eric & Mallick!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: He and Pamela obviously!! His sister is his best friend and they're there for each other 100%.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Much like Eric I don't think he deserved to die/that he's completely irredeemable... he fights so hard to save everyone and is utterly devastated when he can't. He's willing to hurt himself to save others (nearly dislocating his shoulders trying to keep both Addy and Allen, burning himself with the steam for Debbie, etc.) and it's like. John is always talking about how it can't be personal but it seems pretty fucking personal here!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: The fact that nobody saw how hard he fought for his coworkers + the sacrifices he made for them upsets me to no end. That was intentional. John didn't want Tara + Brent (or Pamela for that matter!) to see him as human and that fucking bothers me!! So basically I just wish that they could've seen it via camera like literally almost every trap victim gets in some capacity!!

Mallick:

How I feel about this character: Yet another character I relate to wayyy too much <33 I love him...

All the people I ship romantically with this character: BRIT!!! + concerning the SAW polycule: Adam, Eric, William, & Lawrence!! (Art maybe too,,)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I like to think he and Laura would've gotten along actually? I feel like that would be a good, healthy friendship. And I do like the idea of he and Brit like this too!! Other than that maybe Mandy? I feel like they could relate to each other a little bit, help each other when they're feeling brainweird,, (Mallick n Mandy: havers of Symptoms Disorder <3)

My unpopular opinion about this character: Again I don't know if it's unpopular, persay, but uh. I don't think the Mallick we meet in V would willingly sit and listen to Bobby Dagen in 3D. He'd hate that dude. My take on it is that Brit didn't survive V (although I think read somewhere that the crew confirmed she survived?) and that's why he was there: because he'd lost the one true connection he'd made in god knows how long. That's rlly the only way I see him sitting thru Dagen's bullshit lmao.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wanted him to see Brit again,, and I just wanted to see him more in general tbh, esp because he makes a reappearance where so many prior Jigsaw survivors do not. I would've liked to see him interact with Simone given that they both lost a limb/nearly a limb (in Mallick's case). This is related to that, but I also wish the evidence of the 10 Pints trap wasn't just. A tiny scar? I HC that it took his whole hand, so.

Strahm:

How I feel about this character: Ohhh my beloved. Why didn't they give you a better narrative it would've been SO interesting. I love you though <3

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Honestly? Still super fond of Gibson/Strahm in a scenario where things are different,, I've written quite a bit abt them and kinda want to again but if I do it'll probably be. Not for a while + VASTLY different. but recent additions have been Hoffman (I used to. not understand Stroffman whatsoever. now I Get It) and Adam!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: PEREZ!!! I've always thought of them as best friends since I first saw IV, and I do think he genuinely cared about her - quite a lot, actually, esp given how devastated he was when she was injured. They hang out at each other's apartments all the time + get coffee regularly. I love them.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't think he's a dumbass?? I don't know if that's unpopular. I think that he's IMPULSIVE and that it gets him into trouble, but Strahm has always struck me as incredibly intelligent + has a good moral compass for the most part?? I mean, he figured out there was a second apprentice (second as far as he knows, anyway) helping with traps just by examining Kerry's crime scene. I think he's VERY smart. He just acts quickly + sometimes that means there's not much planning for if things go south. (I DO agree that showing up to the packing plant w/out backup was dumb though,, doesn't mean he DESERVED the Water Cube but y'know)

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: It's not really mentioned if he does in canon, but I wish he'd been made aware of the fact that Perez was alive,, it bothers me that he might've died not knowing she was okay. The other thing is that I wish he'd survived V!!! I think it would've been WAY more narratively satisfying for him to kinda follow in Tapp's footsteps as a vigilante Jigsaw hunter. (That's why I love yr takes on him so much!!)

Rigg:

How I feel about this character: He has such a big heart. He cares so so much. I wish ppl talked about him more :(

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Gibson!!! And uhh Hoffman, but they're exes,, but! In a scenario I'm kind of going over in my head, maaaybe Adam... the basics though is that he searches the Nerve Gas House independently and somehow finds the Bathroom following II, and He is the one to rescue Adam. Very tentative abt that one though bc I'm still working it out lol. (Possibly Eric/Adam/Rigg???)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Eric!!! His best friend <3 I think he's also pretty close with Kerry, though I think he hangs out w her independent of Eric given,, the messy ex situation. I think he probably got along well with Fisk too!! OH and I think he and Sing would've been good friends as well. The chaos of a Rigg/Gibson/Sing friend trio...

My unpopular opinion about this character: Mmm I don't know that I have one? Other than maybe like. I understood why he went through the door. He knew Eric was on the other side; he just didn't know the circumstances or what would happen if he went through. All he knew was that he was that much closer to someone he's been trying to find/rescue for MONTHS + someone he cares for deeply. Of COURSE he went through. He breaks my heart ugh,,,

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wish he hadn't even been tested!!!! His one flaw was that he cared about ppl and somehow John saw that as something he needed to fix!!! Like yes I do agree that it was eating away at him and the obsession might've been unhealthy, but that's two of his closest friends dude!! I don't think he deserved to be tested for that. I don't. He just wanted to help ppl and keep them safe. I absolutely despise how Rigg was treated dkjflkdf!!!!

⚠️warning: rpdr season 13 spoilers⚠️

(I’m basically just venting my feelings so it’s gonna be messy 😂)

Sooo I finally brought myself to watch season 13 of rpdr because I just had to see how they treated gottmik’s storyline and omfg... I avoided most spoilers apart from seeing the untucked clip of mik coming out. So I actually had hope that they allowed her to come out herself and at her own time. What I didn’t realise was that was due to an OUTING in episode 2... LIKE WTF!??? Like I know she wrote the lyrics and whatever, but you cannot tell me that that dramatic plot point was not in some way staged or planned. Even if it wasn’t, it’s just the fact that she was expected to come out in the first place?

Idk, like I said in my last post, It just annoys me as a trans person that we can’t ever just be people!! Why are we trans before anything else to people?? And the fact that she says it brings her a lot of dysphoria in the moment that she wasn’t expecting, just shows how exhausting it can be to be publicly trans. You expect over time your dysphoria will dissipate as you transition, but coming out to new people can still leave you with this sinking feeling of “oh they see me as ‘other’ now”. Even if they don’t! Like the other queens seem great so far. But yeah that dysphoria just sucks so bad and the moment when mik literally gasped and cringed when her song came on just hit home for me.

It’s one thing being open and proud of your transness (which mik is) to a comfortable degree (which varies from person to person) and like over stepping your own boundaries because you feel like you have to be an advocate for the trans community. Which again idk miks feelings on this, but it’s just something I’ve noticed with soo many public trans figures (eg: a lot of youtubers).

Asking trans ppl to air their story to strangers ON TV, with no regard for their own personal comfort is just uughhhh (not saying this is the situation with mik). Especially with the amount of hate and threats trans ppl will receive online as a result. It would be nice if that weren’t the case, but fuck the cis gay community is SO rife with transphobia.

Ugh it’s so frustrating. Why does “equal opportunity” always have to come with trade-ins, i.e. having to be the token trans person and having your transness be used for drama. Like don’t even get me started on Rupauls consistent transphobia, ESPECIALLY towards trans woman.

Idk I’m probably overreacting and projecting my feelings because I relate to mik a lot being a trans gay guy. But yeah it just upset me. I’ve seen up to episode 5 atm and it’s been fine since episode 2, so I’m hoping that the rest of the season is ok.

Kinktober Day 29

Glutted

Prompt: Come Inflation

Word Count: 1914

Summary: There are certain advantages to Peter being able to come and come and come and come.

(bottom!Tony, bodily fluids, belly bulges, mild humiliation, sex marathon, idk quite how to tag some of it?) 

*

It's so easy when Peter pushes into him again, so easy and slow and wet. "God, Tony," Peter whispers. "You're so soft, so hot."

So stretched out, Tony thinks, so used and fucked out that even with nothing in it, his ass is probably still gaping wide open. "Sloppy," he mumbles as Peter rocks into him, sloppy enough that he can feel some come leaking out around Peter's cock.

"That too," Peter agrees, and he sounds a little dazed again.

Tony can still help a little right now, grinding back onto Peter's cock and tightening around it as Peter fucks him. He stopped coming himself—what, four rounds ago? At least—but he couldn't care less, perfectly content to let Peter keep going like this, as long as he wants. As long as they both want.

It aches just a little as Peter thrusts, but all it does it make Tony spread his legs further apart, sink into it. Focus on that and nothing else, on Peter's cock, how it feels bigger, thicker now that Tony's a little swollen. Focus on the wetness of it, the sound of it as Peter speeds up, noisy and squelching and messy.

Focus on the feel of Peter coming, shoved in as far as he can go, yet another ridiculously large load deep inside Tony. They'd measured it, after the first time Tony saw Peter come and got to tell him that no, most people did not shoot off that much at a time.

That'd been fun.

Peter sighs, slipping out of him, and Tony echoes him when he feels the blunt head of the plug pressing back in. Sighs again when Peter rolls him over, tucks Tony up along his front and kisses his neck, nuzzling in and settling there, sleepy.

*

Peter's kissing him, soft kisses that trail up his cheek, to the edge of his jaw. It's almost not enough to pull Tony out of his half asleep daze, but it at least starts to. "Thirsty?" Peter asks. He must have gone off for another refuel.

Tony shakes his head. "I'm fine," he mumbles. "Just—"

"Full?" Peter finishes for him, grinning.

"Not enough."

"Fuck, Tony," Peter says. "I don't know— we've been doing this a while."

"You're out?" Tony asks.

"No." Peter shakes his. "No, not even close," and Tony groans.

"Then yes," Tony says, closing his eyes again. "Yes, more."

Peter slides down behind him, his hand spreading over the curve of Tony's ass, exposing him. Stays there, rubbing and kneading as Tony hears Peter start up again, hears the wet sound of Peter's hand on his cock. He'd stopped fucking Tony a couple rounds back; Tony would have let him, but Peter had snapped at him, finally. 'I want to fill you up,' he'd said, 'not fuck you raw.'

Little late for that to be completely true, but Tony doesn't mind a bit.

Peter moans, pressing his face against Tony's back, and his hand slides down, brushing over the plug and pushing it in more, making Tony groan before Peter pulls it out. Tony tries, but there's still a little rush of fluid trickling down his leg; Peter catches it with his thumb and smears it across Tony's hole, pushing it back in. Pushing his cock in too, just the head, leaving it there and jacking off faster, his hand bumping up against Tony's ass. It's incredibly hot like this, Peter not even fucking him, like Tony's nothing but a vessel for his come.

Maybe he can't come, can't even get hard at this point, but it doesn't make him feel less turned on as Peter comes inside him again, even easier to feel this shallow. Doesn't keep him from wanting to come when Peter stays there, just like that, breathing deeply against Tony's skin until he's hard again, getting off in Tony again without ever moving from that very spot. Doesn't stop him from fucking whimpering when Peter pulls out and shoves the plug back in, fast, before any more can escape.

Doesn't mean he doesn't want more.

*

Peter comes in his mouth the next couple of times, takes advantage of Tony's exhaustion, the way he can barely hold his head up at all, to fuck deep into his throat, harder and faster than he'd been fucking Tony's ass the last few times. It's all the same in the end, Tony thinks as he swallows and swallows and swallows, swallows until he starts to feel almost sick, his stomach roiling. He pulls off Peter's cock the second Peter's come, before he can start up again; "Wait," he rasps.

"What's wrong?" Peter says, dropping down next to him.

"Just— too much at once," Tony says, swallowing hard, eyes closed. "Ugh, I feel gross."

"That's cause you are gross," Peter says, so kind, and kisses his cheek. "Think sitting up will help?" Tony shrugs, but when Peter hauls him up, propped up against Peter's chest,  even if his ass hurts more like this, he does feel a little better. 

And a lot more full.

Peter's hands drift down, settling over Tony’s stomach. Touching it, ever so lightly, slowly smoothing over the slight swell of it. Tony shudders, turning his face into Peter's neck, and Peter moans. "Tony," he whispers, "Tony, Tony, fuck."

He's rocking against Tony, rubbing his dick along the cleft of Tony's ass; "Don't waste it," Tony tells him.

"Fuck," Peter mutters, "can't— still? More, still?"

"Yeah," Tony says. "More, baby. Wanna feel it. Want you to feel it."

"I can," Peter says, pressing his fingers into Tony's stomach.

"More," Tony says.

*

He loses track of time somewhere in there. He lost track of how many times Peter's come ages ago, but he couldn't tell you now if it's midday or night or morning again. Couldn't tell you if it's been an hour, or half, or ten minutes since Peter last came in him.

Can't move even, can't think, can't take much more. Peter's taken care of him, such good care of him, so the only reason he's uncomfortable is because of what's in him. Is because he's so full, swollen and filled to near bursting with Peter's come, Peter who can keep coming and coming and coming until even Tony is finally satisfied.

He's so swollen that his stomach—his whole abdomen—hurts. Aches, the skin feeling like it's stretched too tight, even the slightest pressure on it nearly painful. It's better when he's on his side, curled around it, but Peter's got him stretched out on his back, the swell of his body obvious like this. Huge, like this. Tender, Peter's touch almost too much as he strokes over the curve of it, slow and gentle, mesmerized. He leans in and kisses just above Tony's belly button, so softly, and Tony groans.

Groans again as Peter kisses lower, scatters kisses all over his skin, stretched tight by the sheer ridiculous, insane amount of Peter's come trapped in him.

"Peter," Tony whispers, reaching for his head. "Peter, baby, I can't."

All along, it's been Peter asking, Peter checking so carefully if Tony still wants more, if it's too much, are you sure Tony, are you sure. It's been Peter, so Tony doesn't even understand at first, the way Peter looks at him, like he's drunk, and doesn't say 'okay'.

Says instead, "One more, Tony. Please? Just one more."

"Peter, I can't," Tony says, even the thought of one more drop of come in him making him want to cry.

Peter kisses the side of his bulge, carefully. Looks up at him through his eyelashes. "Please," he says. "Just one more. For me."

Tony whimpers, but he doesn't protest again when Peter crawls down and hooks his arms under Tony's legs. Doesn't beg Peter not to when Peter pulls the plug out, slow, careful, replacing it with the head of his cock immediately.

Doesn't look away from Peter's gaze when Peter starts fucking him, for real, like he hasn't in hours, every nerve in Tony's ass sore and aching, even as loose as he is. Fucks him hard, fast, pushing Tony's legs up further and leaning forward over him, and it hurts, not just Peter's cock pounding into him, but the extra pressure on his stomach, the way it's so swollen Peter has to lean hard on it to kiss him— and does, even as Tony squirms and gasps. He'd be leaking if it wasn't for Peter's cock plugging him up, and he can't do anything except lie here and take it, can't want anything but to lie here and take it.

One more, Peter had said, one more for him, and even if Tony doesn't think he can bear one more, he still wants it.

Gets it, Peter gasping above him and stilling, cock throbbing in Tony's ass. He pulls out, slowly, lowering Tony's legs and smoothing his hand over the bulge of Tony's stomach, soothing this time as the pressure is relieved somewhat. Tony clenches down as Peter's cock slides out of him; the head pops out with an obscene wet noise, and Tony's trying but he's too loose to keep everything in. "No," he whispers as he feels thick drops start to slide down his ass, "Peter, the plug, come on, quick."

"No," Peter says, leaning up and kissing him, Tony trembling as he tries to keep it all in. "So much, Tony," Peter murmurs. "So fucking much, so full, god Tony, look at you."

"Peter," Tony pleads, because he's losing the battle here. "I'm going to—"

"Shhh," Peter says. "I know," and then his hand is on Tony's stomach, flattened out and pressing down so hard; Tony yelps, trying to jerk away, and the sudden movement does him in.

"Oh fuck," Tony says as he feels it, "fuck, no!" but it's useless, there's no going back. No stopping the flood of come that rushes out of him, all over the bed and his legs and his ass, thick and wet and utterly humiliating. No stopping it, especially not with Peter leaning over him, pressing down on his stomach, rubbing it as it empties and pushing lower, forcing out every last drop he can.

Peter's staring down between Tony's legs, eyes wide, and Tony wants to curl up and hide; he'd thought having Peter help him the toilet and then leaving would be embarrassing enough, but this— this— 

"Oh my god, Tony," Peter breathes out. "That was— that was all in you, that was all— fuck, I can't believe you could hold that. I can't— oh my god," and then he's folding over, hand still low on Tony's abdomen, burying his face in the new hollow of Tony's stomach, nuzzling into it.

That— was not the reaction he'd expected.

Tony brings his hand to the back of Peter's head, threading his fingers through his hair; Peter turns his face until he can look at Tony, still pressed against Tony's belly. "I'm losing my mind," Peter says. "That was so hot I can't even think, okay?"

"Yeah," Tony says, and it's all too much as well, all way too much. "Me too, kid."

He feels like he could pass out, he's so worn down, so completely used up. Peter blinks at him, trying to burrow into him even further, and then freezes.

Looks at Tony, a grin slowly stretching across his face, and yeah, Tony heard it too. "Are you hungry?" Peter asks, incredulously.

"Well," Tony says. "I'm not full anymore."

(1/7) Hello, I had a super busy week and I took some time off of social media. But it was so nice to come back and see two new chapters of sbtmas! So first of all, it was so nice to see sirius's dog form (this sounds weird but you now what I mean) making a comeback. I also loved the fact that mc is the one who came up with the name snuffles. I always thought snuffles was some sort of inside joke and not some code name sirius made up on spot and this fits my headcanon perfectly.

Hello! It’s good to hear from you again! I hope this week is a little calmer and you have a chance to relax a bit!

(2/7) And also sirius using the same name years later is just... perfect. Mc's duel with Elway was great as always. It's so nice to see how much elway cares about her, especially after mc's mom. I cannot wait to see more scenes between them. And can we talk about how remus started to share his chocolate and then got very shy about it? Especially since we know from previous chapters that he does not share his chocolate. He really does have a huge crush, doesn't he?

Remus’ feelings are growing 🥳🥳🥳. AND ITS SO FUCKING EXCITING! I cannot wait - I REPEAT - I CANNOT WAIT to write the big moment where he's like "oh, fuck." and realizes the true extent of his feelings. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

(3/7) Oh and I'm so glad you added that bit about petunia! I feel like people don't talk about petunia and lily's relationship enough (probably bc we all hate petunia). But they are just as interesting as sirius and regulus. (Marauders era is just the era of messy sibling relationships, huh?) Okay now moving on to ch. 39...Aww... I feel so bad for marlene. There were always clues about this in earlier chapters and it was really nice finally seeing things from her perspective. Feeling replaced by

As complicated and interesting as Sirius and Regulus' relationship is (and I clearly love writing it), I feel like Lily and Petunia is almost equally as interesting. It's just that we don't get a lot of it since Petunia is a muggle.

What I like about having an MC that isn't 'officially' apart of the marauders is that I get to explore things outside of just them. And I think people underestimate how much of an important character Lily probably was in the Marauders era.

And yeah - I swear nobody in this era has a good family relationship aside from maybe James lmfao

(4/7) your friends is never an easy feeling. But I'm glad you didn't turn her jealousy into hatred and ugly feelings, I feel like this is such a common trope when it comes to deal with jealousy between girls. (Btw, is this an olivia rodrigo referance: "The comparison was killing her and Marlene was becoming sick of herself.") Anyways, I love marlene and dorcas' relationship. At least we know they are happy unlike... *silently glances towards mc, remus and sirius* Okay now let's talk about

I hate the trope where women are vicious between each other bc of jealousy. I think it promotes stereotypical ideals and can be very sexist at times. Although, yes, It does happens - jealousy is a very natural emotion but someone of Marlene’s character, I doubt she would do that. And yes, you can read that line as a reference!

I also love their relationship- or the small bit we get to see. I think it’s such a breath of fresh air not only seeing a gay couple, but a happy one at that too.

(5/7) that scene with regulus. I kinda knew that ring was suspicious but that was truly bone chilling. Reading that scene took me back to reading harry potter books for the first time and getting chills everytime something creepy happend. I really don't want to think the worst about regulus, since he seems to actually like her but... I cannot help but think about that cursed necklace from hbp. And Celeste seems to dislike regulus as well and I trust animals when it comes to recognizing

Thank you! that's a huge compliment and I'm glad my writing was able to convey that unnerving, creepy feeling.

(6/7) untrustworhy people. But on the other hand, he might know that someone's going to try to harm her so maybe he gave her a ring with some sort of protection charm? Idk, it all seems very weird. And the aftermath of it, when sirius tries to take her to hospital wing... it was such a tense moment and I don't even know where to start. Remus and james really don't trust sirius, don't they? Especially remus, when he tried to seperate mc from sirius... I knew things would be tense between them

Yes, that ring is very weird. everything will be unfolded eventually tho :D I like your predictions tho!

(7/7) now that they both have feelings for mc but that was difficult to read. But then the daily quarrel between sirius and mc and now I feel even worse for sirius: "I’d appreciate it if you could stop looking at me like I’m going to hurt someone.” Ugh, that line was painful. I feel like I sound like a broken record but I feel so sorry for him. I can see why he was running around his dog form in the pouring rain, it's probably better than common room. - 🌸

I know people are getting bored of Sirius VS literally everyone, but what he did almost lead to murder so I feel like everything being drawn out is fitting. Like that shit was traumatizing to Remus and James :( I swear they will make up :)

Also, I can't wait to actually start writing Remus VS Sirius over the MC. I think I will die. I just think the added tension from 'the prank' to their shared feelings and then the war would be a lot. ugh, I love it.

Survey #359

“i’m only a crack in this castle of glass  /  hardly anything there for you to see”

Do you look better with your hair down or up? It's too short to go up. Has you mom ever directly told you that she favoured your other sibling(s) over you? Yeesh, no. Have you ever read The Outsiders? Seen the movie? Read the book, seen the movie. Adore both. What’s your favourite drink from Jamba Juice? I don't think we have those here. Can you stand eating the crusts of a slice of sandwich bread? I don't mind the crust at all. Do you do your homework at home or in class? Prior to college, I did my work right after getting home to get it out of the way. In college, I did it in-between classes or when waiting for Mom to finish class. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Yes, I never do it. Do you get jealous if your boyfriend hugs another girl? I'm single, but hypothetically, I wouldn't... It's just a hug. At least for me, it's just a friendly gesture. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? A few things, yes. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? Nah. If you had to choose, what color is your favorite? Baby pink. How many times have you dated the person you’re with now? I’m single. Has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality? Yes. Do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more? Chocolate. Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? Nah. What color is your toothbrush? It's a white electric one. Do you normally fall asleep fast or slow? Ridiculously slow. Have you ever had a severe allergic reaction? No. What do you want to be for Halloween this year? I'd love to dress up as like a Ms. Oogie Boogie and take some cool pictures, but I highly doubt it'll actually happen. What color are your glasses, if applicable? Black. Do you still look in the toy aisle, or do you pass it by? I walk past it. What are your summer fashion essentials? I don't have fashion essentials for any season. Do you have your own website? For my photography, yeah. Do you think you would be a good salesperson? Ha, no. I worked in retail before and I fucking sucked. Do you like candy corn? NO. Just colored wax, ugh. Do you like to wear skirts? I don't wear anything that shows my legs. Were you happy as a kid? Yeah. That, talkative, and hyper. Favorite store to browse but not really buy anything? Haha, I LOVE going on MorphMarket now and again to browse the ball pythons especially, but boy if I had the cash and space would I buy like fifty of them at once. I don't really know about a store I like browsing but not buying from. Skittles or Sour Patch Kids? Both are great, but I guess Sour Patch Kids. BUT, if you throw SOUR Skittles in there... then it's a war lol. If tattoos were free, how many would you have? A HELL OF A LOT. I wanna be just about totally painted. Do you wear a retainer at night? Not anymore. I had one, but I stopped using it. Are you afraid of dolls, puppets, or clowns? I'm not a doll person, particularly porcelain ones. When you’re in your room, do you keep the door locked? No. It's not even closed. Do you think your face is mostly symmetrical? Actually no, and I'm self-conscious about it. Stupidest thing you have ever said out loud? OH Christ, I'm not retrospecting on this. What’s your least favourite ice-cream flavour? That I've actually tried, strawberry. It's disgusting. What was the last good news you heard? I got approved for TMS therapy! Who was the last person to comment on your Facebook status? My friend Lyndsey. How did you meet him/her? World of Warcraft. She's actually my guild master, and she is the sweetest damn person. Have you ever learned any self-defense? If not, would you be interested in learning? I haven't, but yeah, I'd like to. When was the last time you took a nap? How long was it? Yesterday. For some reason, I actually slept a LONG time, like at least three, but probably close to four, hours. I mean I was tired, but I didn't feel THAT tired. Do you like Gushers? YAAAAAAAAAAS What would you do if you could do anything without failing? Actually get a degree for SOMETHING. What is your native language? English. Do you have a younger brother or sister? A younger sister. If so do/did they really get on your nerves? No. We were very close as kids, but we've drifted apart. Now, she absolutely doesn't get on my nerves. I'm so proud of her. Name something that happened to you that was completely unexpected. Uhhh I dunno. Do you judge people that have multiple piercings? Lol wtf? No. Do you watch the Olympics? No. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I had Kix cereal. Do you like orange juice? Yes. So long as it doesn't have pulp in it. Do you think it’s cruel to keep an animal in a cage while you’re away? It depends on the size of the cage as well as how long you're away. Do you have a pet gecko? No, but I'd love a fat-tailed gecko. Are you scared of reptiles? Not at all, I adore them. Is your car messy? I don't have my own car. Mom's kinda is, though. It needs a wash badly, but because of her bumper literally being zip-tied on, she doesn't trust going into a car wash. And neither of us are about to do it manually, lol. Have you ever seen the show 16 and Pregnant? No, fuck that show. Do you buy expensive clothes? No. Does death scare you? Not really. What are your current goals? Conquer my social anxiety, get a job, lose weight, do something to strengthen my legs... Those are the four biggies. Do you clap or cheer when at a concert? I did both at the one I've been to. Do you drink coffee? What brand? No. Do you use a comb or brush? A comb. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot? No. I loved the cutesy girl handwriting though, haha. I just could never do it. You’re locked in a room with the person you last dated, any problems? Well yeah, we're locked in a room lmao. What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? It's perfectly fine, we're best friends. Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette? No. Do you get mad when people smoke around you? Yes. Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Yeah, more than once. When was the last time you were on a city bus? Never. Do you have a garden? Does it have flowers, vegetables, or both? No. Where do you want to raise your kids? Who said I even want kids? Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel? Yessssss, good shit. Have you ever seen a ghost? I think I have. Have you ever burned an ant with a magnifying glass? No. Have you ever been to craigslist.com? Yes. Have you ever used Nair? Yes, on my legs. It works, I just have stupidly hairy legs that need so much to get it all. How many tabs do you have open and what are they? Two YouTube tabs and then Tumblr. What browser do you prefer to use? Chrome. What room are you in right now? My bedroom. Are you excited for anything this month? 1.) I get my tattoo on the 19th, and 2.) I start TMS next Wednesday. What language course did you take in school, if any? I barely survived one semester of Latin, then I did all four available German courses. What language would you most like to learn? I'd love to improve my German. What would you like to get a degree in? Photography. What book are you reading, what genre is it and do you like it so far? Wings of Fire: The Brightest Night. It's young adult fantasy, I think. Did you ever sometimes flip through your text books even when you didn’t need to? Yeah, mainly to just look at pictures because I was that bored in class, haha. What types of magazines do you read? None. Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Play a video game. What’s your current relationship like with the person you lost your virginity to and do you wish it was different? We don't have any relationship anymore. I don't regret losing it to him, if that's what you're asking. If you mean our relationship stance, it'd be nice to still be in touch with him, but I know it wouldn't be healthy for me. Have you ever felt responsible for someone’s death? Pets, yes. No humans. What was the last book you recommended to someone? Idk. What’s the most difficult thing you and your current or last significant other have gone through? Distance was very hard. What’s your best memory with your ex? I'm going to assume this refers to "the ex." In which case, we were "play arguing," and I came storming into the kitchen after him to make a point, and I slid mid-sentence, and he caught me. We just held each other laughing our asses off. It's the simple things, man. Who was the last person that asked to hang out with you and what’s the story of how you met that person? Summer. My little sister and her were in pre-k together and became friends, but I gradually became closer to her than Nicole did when we were teens. Has anyone ever asked you out and you turned them down? Yes. Is there something you generally always ask for help with? Yeah. Like recently I've been having apples and peanut butter a lot, and I ask my mom to cut the apple because I'm terrified of knives. Do you feel comfortable telling people how much you weigh? NOPE. Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? No. In a relationship, have you ever been on and off with your partner? No. Do you consider cooking to be an art? Yes. Are you a fast or slow reader? I'd say I read at a moderate pace. Does it take a lot to gross you out? It depends on what it is, but I am actually more squeamish than I used to be.