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hi babe hope this isn’t too personal but not having the greatest time right now. therapist did not answer any of my calls today so im kinda a mess 🥲🥲 if you’re willing to write any kind of comfort fic with any character that would be the best 💗💗💗
hi anon! i hope things are going better now! take this eddie munson comfort fic as my attempts to make you feel a wee bit better ily mwah <3
You were pretty good at taking care of yourself most of the time. Eddie always thought your innate sense of responsibility was extremely hot — mostly because it meant that you were even better at taking care of him.
He said it was a perk of being your boyfriend — “one of many,” he’d say, just before smacking a kiss to your cheek.
You were the yin to his yang in that way. Peace in all his chaos.
Eddie, himself, was a being who thrived on mayhem. There wasn’t a single thing he loved more than unpredictability — well, you, of course. Then maybe DnD. But spontaneity was a close third.
He isn’t quite sure how to live his life without the company of total disarray. He isn’t sure he would want to if he had the chance either. The unexpected makes things fun. At least, that’s what he always tells you. You’re not so sure.
When he makes you late to things because of his horrible time management skills, or he can’t find his keys because they’re hidden somewhere underneath a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, it feels a little like the end of the world.
And not just in the oh no, this thing is really stressing me out; good thing I know it’s illogical sort of way. But in the oh fuck, we’re gonna be ten minutes late to this get-together where there are zero consequences whether we show up or not, but it’s inducing so much panic that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to function properly.
You’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your fear over the years. It’s just that Eddie’s so damn attuned to everything going on in your head that it makes it insanely difficult to wallow in your dread alone.
He knows when you start pacing and talking a million miles a minute that something’s working you up. He knows when you start getting snappy and don’t think his jokes are funny anymore that you’re close to your breaking point. He knows when you stop talking altogether that your entire world is caving in around you.
So Eddie takes great care in getting to things on time and tidying up his room when you're around. He doesn’t even care that he finds it all a bit irrational, he just wants to make things easier for you. Even if it means getting to Steve’s house an hour before everyone else or actually folding his clothes before putting them in drawers.
Eddie knows you use structure like a weapon rather than a shield. Organization isn't a way to keep your life together, it’s to keep it from falling apart. When something is out of order, when there’s one piece out of place, it’s not an easy fix — not for you. It’s more like a ticking tomb.
You’re the ticking time bomb. And the faintest scent of disorder is bound to make you explode.
But maybe calling it a bomb isn’t the most accurate way to describe it. The way Eddie sees it, it’s a lot more like an avalanche.
It starts off small, a little rumble of uncertainty that jostles the comfort of your routine. You blink and suddenly the snowball weighs two tons and you’ve spiraled into a full-blown crisis that threatens to swallow you whole.
You don’t let anyone see any of it. Not even Eddie a lot of the time. You just bury yourself in the landslide until the heavy snow melts and you can function normally again — it may last a couple hours, maybe weeks.
So it’s a good thing Eddie can see all the warning signs before they start.
It’s all the little shit he notices first — the not showering as often, the not keeping things as tidy as usual, the closing yourself off. Eddie Munson knows a depression room when he sees one. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you’re slipping.
But rather than acknowledge that boogeyman, he pretends like it isn’t there at all. He thinks if he acts like it doesn’t scare him, then it doesn’t have the power to hurt him. That’s exactly how he treats the funks you get into. He knows they’re there but doesn’t let them take over completely.
Eddie comes around whenever he gets the chance and helps you do your self-care routine — even though all you do is complain that you don’t need his help the entire time.
He coaxes you into the bath and tidies up your bedroom while you’re gone. He does all the steps of your skincare for you after because he knows you can’t do it yourself. You’re too tired to, but you feel like shit when you don’t. That’s the same bitter cycle that started this whole mess.
He doesn’t do anything crazy. He just takes care of the little things to make you feel less consumed by it all.
You’re a pouting mess in the middle of your bed after, freshly cleaned and drowning in a too big shirt that smells like the musk of Eddie’s cologne with a towel twisted up in your hair. It’s almost cartoonish, the way you cross your arms over your chest and scrunch your face in displeasure.
“I don’t want you to do all this stuff for me, Eds,” you gripe. “I’m a big girl, okay? I can do it myself.”
The boy shrugs from where he stands at the foot of your bed. “I know I don’t have to. I want to, though. I like doing this stuff for you.”
“You hate cleaning, Eddie.”
“Yeah. I do,” he affirms with a nod, all but flopping onto the mattress beside you. He rests his head on his fist and blinks up at you with wide, twinkling button eyes. A grin pulls at his pink lips as he asks you, “But you know what I don’t hate?”
You huff but entertain him anyway. “…What?”
“You,” he beams and taps the tip of your nose with his pointer finger.
You meet his smile with a grimace.
“Actually, I sort of love you, as it turns out,” he corrects himself in a lilt. “And when you love someone, you do the shit you hate to make them happy, right? Isn’t that what it’s all about?”
You don’t answer him, just shrug.
“Well, either way, I’m happy to do all the boring shit if it means there’s a chance I get to make you feel even a little bit better,” Eddie tells you, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and leaving just an inch or more of space to squint his eye through.
That hand flops down and lands on your thigh. His thumb absentmindedly rubs over the skin there. His smile turns sheepish.
“I will happily fold laundry and do taxes and wash dishes and… all that stupid, boring shit for you for the rest of my life, as long as I can look over and see you next to me…”
Your heart swells with a distant happiness you haven’t felt in weeks.
Eddie helps you until you feel better enough to do it yourself.
Needless to say, when he stops by your place and finds it completely spotless, he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. He rushes to your room and finds you in bed, flipping through a book. The small radio on your bedside table plays something synth-y.
He realizes you’ve traded in The Smiths for The Psychedelic Furs and that your lavender candle is burning on your desk and that you’ve spritzed yourself in your vanilla perfume.
Those are all staples in your little routine that you borderline can’t live without. You always missed out on them when you got into your funks, but here they are again…
Eddie tries not to smile too wide.
“How’s it hangin’?” he sing-songs when he waltzes into your room.
“Fine...” you murmur, half-distracted by your novel. After a few long seconds, your eyes finally flit up to his. He’s doing a terrible job of hiding a grin. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Eddie shrugs as he takes off his leather jacket. He neatly lays the thing over the back of your desk chair and smooths out the wrinkles.
“‘Cause I love the shit out of you,” he answers like it’s nothing, like the words don’t mean everything to you. “And I’m really fucking proud of you.”
“Proud of me?” you echo in a scoff.
Because, to you, crawling out of a three week long funk is hardly something to be proud of. You don’t feel like you should be rewarded for being human, but Eddie knows that getting through the hard shit is a part of being human. And he’s so goddamn proud of you for it.
“Yep,” he nods with pink cheeks and a hopeful grin. “I’ve never been prouder of you, babe. And, like, I’m always proud of you, so that’s saying something.”
“Shut up,” you mutter under your breath. Your attention flits back to your book rather than focusing on the intense gaze Eddie looks at you with. You don’t get through a single sentence before he rips the thing from your hands. “Eddie!—”
You look at him again and find that he’s sterner now, but still so tender — chocolate eyes hardened but soft around the edges. There’s a kind grin on his and an air about him that tells you he’s serious.
Eddie rounds your bed and plants himself at the edge of it. He keeps your book hostage in one hand and holds onto your calf with the other, running his thumb over the soft skin of your knee.
“I’m serious,” he tells you. “Like, I know shit gets hard for you sometimes, but... I don't know, watching you get through it is… really fucking cool, babe.”
He laughs when it makes you laugh.
“Seriously. It’s like you get stronger every day, and… not to be a total sap or whatever, but I feel really lucky that I get to see it.”
You’re not sure whether to duck away from his gaze or revel in its warmth. You manage somehow to do both with a distant pout on your face.
Eddie’s grin widens until the dimple in his right cheek reveals itself. “What?” he laughs. “What’s that look for?”
“‘Cause you’re nice to me,” you mumble like the cutest little storm cloud. “And it’s gross… And also I love you.”
“Well, get ready, babe. You got a whole lifetime of me being nice to you coming your way, so… Be prepared to be sick of me by the time we’re all old and wrinkly, alright? ‘Cause I’m still gonna love the shit outta you then.”
You grumble when he smacks a kiss to your knee.
You hope he keeps his promise.
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson imagine#stranger things imagine#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie spaghetti drabble#st drabbles
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Including Kaya in any sort of Usopp ship is just peak I gotta say. Personally also a fan of Usopp writing her all the time and them conversing over letter and him just more and more opening up to her about also crushing on Sanji and god, yeah they talked about it , about being open, about not being monogamous, but it’s always so easy in theory and Usopp completly understands if she doesn’t feel like this anymore but he at least thinks Sanji deserves to know, but he loves Kaya so much so he wants to set the record straight with her first…
And then he finally gets an answer back from her and it’s just a “GO FOR IT!” Written in gigantic letters across the entire page with her even including a few hearts and an adorable doodle of herself giving a thumbs up in the corner. Usopp almost dies from love because “My girlfriend is so cool!” But also “I need to gather my nerves and ask Sanji out on a date this instant I will not dissapoint you Kaya I will go for it!!”
this is so, so sweet,,, my heart is melting. see? it's gone. i'm completely devastated. that's so,,, cute,, and so real,,
the thing with kaya and usopp is that they're best friends first, and a couple second. like, of course they love each other romantically but the first thing kaya does when usopp tells her about sanji is to be the biggest supporter in the whole world. she would go CRAZY with this information and tease usopp with it and tell him constantly about how he needs to confess asap!!! she's all like: "dear, you're the sweetest man on this earth how the hell could he reject you?! and besides, to me, he looks like he's very... very interested in you too."
as a person who has been in a poly relationship like, twice (didn't really work because turns out i was demiromantic. and a lesbian. and tbh my life is a mess. don't you ever take advice from me) i can confirm that this is exactly how it would go:
usopp: are you sure you don't mind? i really do i like sanji, but i want you to be comfortable with this-
kaya: babe, we're like seas apart and you've been away for years. we talked about this before you sailed. i honestly thought you and sanji were already dating.
usopp: i am kind of confused right now bc you said this with a cute voice but i feel like i'm being judged
kaya: GO CONFESS!!! I DON'T MIND!!! plus, i like your navigator
usopp: AWESOME!! I'M GONNA GO- wait what
honestly, bold of you to assume pirates are monogamous, usopp.
not to mention that he would send her letters constantly about it. like. pages and pages of letters asking her how she's doing and replying to what she previously has told him, to then tell her how much he misses her and wants to see her again!! and then there are like, pages and pages of usopp going into a spiral of homosexuality. going insane. he's so down bad it hurts to watch. and kaya reads all of that and has to deal with her anxious long-distance boyfriend trying to remind him that sanji is most definitely into him too.
usopp would be so, so careful with this, too. because what if sanji finds these letters???? he would instantly die.
also, i love this whole poly thing because i can totally see sanuso dating and usopp still talking about kaya to sanji like, unconsciously. because he loves her very much. and he instantly regrets it because what if it makes sanji feel bad??? but then sanji is just like, looking at him with a love-sick expression and enjoying every second of this and saying he really, really wants to meet kaya.
nami teases usopp a lot because he definitely has a type. and he doesn't really get it until one day the sunlight shines perfectly on sanji, and he smiles, and usopp just realizes kaya and him are more alike than he thought. he's so embarrassed.
and idk i find this whole thing so endearing because no matter who you ship with usopp, if kaya isn't there too i don't want it!!!! she's so supportive and cute and loves usopp so so so much <333
#they're adorable#usopp how come they let you have two blonde hot girlfriends#nami starts dating kaya too#and vivi doesn't mind at all btw before any of you says anything#they're just so open about all of this !! gonna cry my cuties#one piece#usopp#sanuso#black leg sanji#nami#kaya#usokaya#nami x kaya
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V9 has really highlighted how much Weiss has grown since V1, not just in how she carries herself but especially in how she has learned to relate to others and, very evident in how she handles being comic relief, that she doesn't take herself too serious anymore
Back in the day she said "I'm not perfect! Not yet." and it showed in how she behaved. She was never a bad person, but she took herself far too seriously to be pleasant.
She has been slowly unlearning this from the first episodes but now that she's fallen into a world that runs on fairytale logic after experiencing literal hell it really shows how far she's come
Of course it shows in her kindness and insight when she comforts Jaune, and really the change in how she treats him in general. Beacon era Weiss wouldn't have just squeezed him like that when that was exactly what he needed
But it also shows in how she handles the Ever After messing with her at every opportunity. When it makes her brain herself in the back of the head with a stone? When it makes her fall into a pit cuz she used a turn of phrase?
Yes, it's funny and serves to break up the dark moments with some levity but the way she shrugs these moments off like "no big deal" says a lot about her development. With Ruby spiraling, Blake and Yang being a bit preoccupied with their new relationship and Jaune stuck in his own cycle of traumatized doom, Weiss has become the emotional anchor of the group, something that would've been impossible just a few years ago
In a way this volume has made Weiss both the eye of the emotional storm but also the only real source of levity for levity's sake and she's handling it admirably
It's not like early RWBY Jaune's resignation to being the butt-monkey cuz he was used to messing up. It's more of a "well, alright then" attitude. She doesn't have to aggressively protect her pride and dignity anymore cuz her sense of self worth is now strong and stable enough that even being humiliated on a semi regular basis doesn't shake that anymore
Beacon era Weiss could've never been on the receiving end of so much slapstick without flipping her shit. But V9 Weiss realizes that she's gonna be involved in a LOT of this for the foreseeable future, grumbles about the insanity of it in the background for a bit when there's an opportunity and then just rolls with it
I love her so much, I'd like to be like that one day.
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I’m gonna be honest, I don’t even know if I’m going to have something for Bleach Week at this point lmao
The only two things I’ve been writing are the only things I’ve been able to write for months and I don’t feel like doing anything else because most of my energy is in Absorbing shows and books and trying to work a wacom whilst also trying to regain my shred of ability to draw people from highschool (which is lmao at least I’m having fun).
One of the things I’ve been writing is not for this fandom.
The other IS for this fandom and is very OC heavy so far and is me finally taking some idea I’ve ruminated on for ....fuck, years at this point, and made into one project. One of the only canon characters in this so far is Hisana but she was always going to be apart of it.
Its called the five dogs for now but basically the synopsis is ‘tfw your life long ambition to fuck over the five clans takes so long and goes so wrong that by the time you get anywhere there’s only four left’.
Its got the Rukongai. The Seireitei’s version of the Yoshiwara. A lot of struggling women who are mostly failing at everything they try to do but I love them so much, I fucking LOVE THEM. Hisana is one of them but she like...fails on her own terms and with some grace.
Somehow the ‘main’ protrag does manage to infuse a lot of hope into her scenes but she’s also such a fucking mess like she will cry at anything. She just feels so much. Too much. If someone pet her hair and told her it was going to be okay she would abandon her beliefs for them.
Of course it would not be me if I didn’t have at least one character who is just extremely angry and violent and has a trash relationship with Tokinada. She is very fun to write but also frustrating because figuring out how to get what I want from her scenes is HARD because she’s DIFFICULT.
I feel like an insane person writing it but..........there is so much joy to be contained in six women absolutely fucking up their lives (and also reclaiming their lives in very few cases. Congrats on being one of the few, the proud, the not alive to spiral, Hisana!)
Anyway.....that’s why I may just be reblogging in support this time. Because the OCs have me by the throat.
#so sorry if I can't hobble something together but I'm just vibing <3#i've been pulling out ALL of my Yoshiwara books for the five dogs and its literally just me scribbling in a notebook on my bed surrounded#by like five books with a million page flags in them#like imagine that isolated culture left to marinate for HUNDREDS of years more#the art and music....the theater especially....would get to cooking you know
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I can't even explain correctly how much of a mess was the Land of Iron Team 7 encounter.
It started with Sakura poisoning her whole team so she could go and kill Sasuke, since she thought that way she'd take the burden out of Naruto's shoulders, but apparently she's the only person alive that doesn't know she can't do it, she can't do it for many reasons but especially because she doesn't have it in her to kill her loved teammates (and the guy she has been in love with since she was a little kid). And when she arrives Sasuke had just chidori Karin, who is basically Sakura's parallel there, but first thing Sasuke does when he sees Sakura is just ask her what is she thinking. Like, he knows her, it's painfully evident that he knows her and can read her like an open book even after all those years, but she's convince he has grown to be a stranger, and Karin is like dying right there and witnessing all that mess. Then Sakura tries to kill him and she can't of course she can't and then Sasuke tries to kill her and you can see in the dull color of his eyes that that's gonna send him even further into his spiral of grief and hatred, but Naruto and Kakashi arrive on time.
And somehow it gets worst, because you have Kakashi willing to fight Sasuke to protect Naruto from having to do it and Sakura from trying to do it again. He almost killed Sakura with the jutsu Kakashi taught him. There is a girl bleeding just like Rin, just like Sakura would have bleed, 'cause Sasuke used his chidori in a way Kakashi never wanted it to be used for. Sasuke makes it very clear he doesn't plan to die which means absolute heartbreak for me since one of them would have killed the other with the chidori, so it was either Kakashi paying for teaching his student or Sasuke dying disgraced, literally the worst scenario.
And of course Naruto rejects that option, 'cause we all know neither Kakashi nor Sakura'd have survived if they killed Sasuke. At least not when it comes to their mental health. And Naturo can't afford to lose Kakashi or Sakura, even less allow Sasuke to kill them because it'd probably break something in Sasuke and in the team for forever.
Also, once again Sakura couldn't prevent Naruto and Sasuke from fighting. Every time she tries the only thing she can do is almost die + get rescued. The thing she can literally do is wait until the fight is over and try to heal them and keep them alive, which I bet must suck. And Kakashi once again can't prevent the cycle from continuing, he can only stay behind and survive whatever horrors get hold of his loved people, he can only tell the story and step aside. And Sasuke and Naruto are okay to fight each other in the most suicidal pact ever, 'cause at least if they die is by each other hands and if they live their deaths belonged to each other and as stupid as it sounds, it fucking hurts but it feels right.
The reason no member or Team 7 died even at the end is that all of them suffer from insane levels of survival guilt and they could have only moved on with each of them alive. I can only think about Karin trying to guess what the hell was going on between them, baffled by the utter insanity of it.
#naruto uzumaki#sakura haruno#sasuke uchiha#kakashi hatake#team 7#team kakashi#naruto#naruto Shippuden
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have you shared your thoughts on aegon yet? have i missed that? cause inquiring minds (me) would like to know.....
Gonna be true to the show and wonder Which Aegon, as we know there are fifty of them and if you don't specify there are problems that can arise and wars that can start ;) But lemme satisfy the inquiring minds of you and others anon, cuz I've got stuff to say about Aegon.
I've talked a bit about Aegon in other posts, like his relationship with his mother and his relationship with his father (both of which are part of longer posts but aegon is discussed in detail there), and I think I've mentioned before that there are choices they've made with Aegon that I really do not like to the point where I outright reject it as canon (most noticeably the rape thing in episode 8, please what was the point of that).
My view of Aegon is that this is a deeply wounded person, and nearly everything he does is a product of that pain. I've gone into it at length in those other two posts I've linked, so I'll just briefly touch on it here, but Aegon was always doomed to have a complicated relationship with his mother due to the fact that she had him at fifteen/sixteen years old, and he's of course been shaped by a relationship with his father that is either total neglect or cruelty (when Viserys screams in his face and Aegon flinches..........I was ready to commit homicide in that moment, on God). And while I think at some point, likely after Driftmark, Aegon gave up on having any kind of relationship with his father, he still desperately wants a closeness to his mother and loves her so much, and just wants that love returned.
(It's why the coronation makes me so insane, Aegon getting this concrete proof that his mother loves him so very much, Aegon at one point putting his arm in front of her as if to pull her back and Alicent shoving it away because she's going to protect him, she'll die with him if she has to........I love it I can't wait to see more of their dynamic as the Dance progresses).
There's also a lot of characterization they've hinted at with Aegon that I love, either through writing that is open to interpretation or choices made by Tom (sweetie when I get the money I'll make another Augustus show and cast you again and you won't have a bad wig and you'll have a better character to work with, I'll right the wrongs of the stupid Domina series). There's a recurring theme that nearly everything Aegon does is motivated by a deep hatred of things within himself, like cutting off his hair before it grows long so he doesn't have classic Targaryen looks, and choosing even in adulthood to wear green in solidarity with his mother, rather than Targaryen house colors. There's also the idea that Aegon "ignores" Helaena unless he's drunk, and the choices that he's mostly sloshed when looking for sex, comes with the implication that Aegon, already spiraling toward alcoholism due to feelings of being unworthy, less than, so defective that even his son-desperate dad sees him as being undeserving of his love, needs to get absolutely hammered, blackout drunk, before he can even stand sexual intimacy with another person. Especially his sister, considering that he didn't want to marry her because he and his siblings grew up viewing each other as siblings, not in the traditional Targaryen way (viewing siblings as potential marriage prospects).
Aegon's relationship with his siblings is also something I want explored as well, because from what I've seen and interpreted it's one of the best dynamics. Again, there's all the convoluted mess that comes from his relationship with Helaena crossing the lines from being a sister to him to being his wife (and again the fact that he cannot bear any sort of husbandly intimacy with her without hardcore coping mechanisms) that has clearly damaged any rapport they have, but they are also bonded through blood nonetheless, as well as the children they share (and I do hope they keep Aegon's fondness for kids, especially given What's About To Happen To His). And then there's his relationship with Aemond.
"He bullied Aemond" yeah, and that sucked, but unlike with the Strong kids, that was not the be all and end all with their relationship, not to mention that Aegon in his youth is a clearly more lighthearted person who likely didn't stop to think about whether he was doing any damage because he's thirteen and I've never met a thirteen year old that's self aware. There's clearly fondness there even though there's the bullying, like Aemond trying to keep Aegon back during Harwin and Criston's fight, and that they can have one on one discussions about things that bother them, like Aegon and Helaena's betrothal (which continues into adulthood with Aemond bitching about the dinner and Aegon trying to give him advice on how to deal with it, even if the advice was just 'get drunk' and therefore not good advice). And, very importantly, Aegon still feels a sort of brotherly protectiveness for Aemond. Aemond is clearly lying when he blames Aegon for the Strong rumors, Aegon knows that for a fact, but does he tell his dad that Aemond's lying? It really wouldn't be hard for Aegon to channel Dakota Johnson and say "no that's not true Aemond" and pull the focus (and screaming) back to Aemond. But he doesn't do that. Aemond puts the spotlight on him in this incredibly tense moment and Aegon rolls with it in a way that protects both his mother and his little brother, which is incredibly important as he's just been castigated by Alicent for not protecting Aemond.
There are also hints (at least to me) that Aegon could feel guilty about not being there before and is trying to make up for it in his adulthood. We know that Aegon and Aemond appear to constantly have each other's backs, as one of the first moments of Aemond being Intimidating is when it looks like Jace is gonna start shit with Aegon, and Aegon of course is immediately on board with the Strong boys toast even though he knows it's gonna cause drama. But most tellingly, he goes from zero to one hundred and then back to zero during the fight. He's fine until Luke stands up, at which point he grabs someone nearly ten years his junior and slams him facefirst to the table and is gripping him insanely tight and hissing Something at him (we don't know what, which is a shame). But the second he's forced off of Luke, he's back to normal. It's Luke trying to get involved that makes him blindingly furious to the point of enacting physical harm, Luke who, as we know, took Aemond's eye and started a long and arduous recovery process for Aemond that Aegon would have been a firsthand witness to once they were back home. And so Aegon, who couldn't protect his brother before, is definitely going to protect his brother now, against anything, and as viciously as possible.
Like, listen, my little sister and I don't always get along, but if someone injured her in a way that left her permanently disabled and then came back with nary an apology and tried to start shit? They'd die. They'd full on die.
And on Aemond's side it's fascinating that even with the disdain he might have for Aegon, he's always ready to back him up, in both the little things like family squabbles and the big things like dynastic squabbles. Plus Tom and Ewan have the potential to make this dynamic the best thing imaginable once season two starts and Things Happen that might be seen as Aemond's fault given his actions at Storm's End (which only Aegon is kind to him about in the book, like, hell yeah gimme it).
I think Aegon's very fascinating, bad writing choices excluded, as someone constantly in pain due to the choices of others even before he was born, who is trying desperately to be what he thinks others want him to and always feels like he's failing, who clearly gives shit 110% when he cares about it, and has such complicated and messy feelings about the family he loves so very deeply. And TGC is killing it in the role and should be allowed into the writers' room to remind them of how to write Aegon so that we don't get anymore weird shit.
(Also, they need to go the full mile for Aegon and Sunfyre. Their bond is so important, they both only start to heal from really bad injuries once they're together again and not before, I don't care if they don't have the budget for any other dragons, they need to go full on with Sunfyre.)
#personal#answered#anonymous#house of the dragon#aegon targaryen#the aegon that tgc and i have in our shared mind is top tier#but holy cow this got long#also these are like barely scratching the surface of my thoughts on aegon#i have a lot of thoughts about him#he's a top three green for me honestly (ignoring the writing stuff i dislike but i ignore that)
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asymmetry asks <33
ily guys
Your fic for haitani brothers was really unexpected. But I'm not complaining 'cause I love them so much. I already liked crumble you showed of them in "sink in the depth". Not pressure you but i hope to see more content about them later 🥵. I also hope also that reader can hold her liquor since i have a feeling Ran likes to make her drink
Btw I want to know haitani 's side story please 🙏🏽 .
when and why ran became interested in reader and why he forced reader to stay the first time they met, did he try to mess with her? And was rin ok to share his soulmate (ex-soulmate?) with his brother?
Does reader really get a tattoo? I mean the tattoo artist must have asked her consent or seen that she didn't want to do it.
Sorry if it's too long but i'm really curious about it😆!
ran definitely likes plying her with drinks hehe
but yeah ran essentially low key cyber stalked the reader; set up fake social media profiles/whatever to check up every now and then, at that point more out of curiosity than any real obsession.
and the first time he actually meets her, he’s doing it because he wants to see her squirm and fight back tears while rin flat out ignores her – basically being a giant fucking dick for the sake of his own amusement. he wants to keep her around for rin’s sake too, because there’s a part of him – big brother intuition, if you will – that gets the sense that he’s not quite as uninterested as he’s letting on.
of course that all spirals real quick, and ran starts developing his own very unhealthy fascination with the reader. i was working under a word limit so couldn’t include absolutely EVERYTHING i wanted to, but i did have ideas for a scene where ran pushes the boundaries a little, feeling the reader up or trying to get her to suck him off behind the bar, taunting her when she tries to refuse because her own soulmate’s currently mid way through fucking some other woman, and fair’s fair, right?
or he’d ask her in front of rindou whether she thought they were supposed to be soulmates instead.
of course rindou’s more than aware of what’s going on with his brother, but there’s a healthy amount of respect (and a touch of fear) there. he has no problems sharing – once he finally admits he wants her in the first place, that is.
as for the tattoo thing, yes they do make her go through with it. and you’d probably be right about the whole consent thing – if they were going to take her to a regular tattoo parlour, but they’ve got a friend who owns his own studio, the same guy who did their matching pieces, and he owes them a favour. he’s good, the discreet type. knows when to keep his mouth shut and look the other way.
Ahhhh your latest fic was to die for!!! Great work once again. I’m curious how do you think Rin feels knowing that the reader went through and got the mark removed? Is he pissed? do you think he’s just gonna make her get his name tattooed on again? Oh gosh the pain of getting it removed just to have it branded on her again would be so insane.
TYSM!!!
rin was furious. begrudgingly impressed, perhaps, that she actually had the balls to go through with it, but beyond pissed.
You're really making me want to watch tokyo rev just so i can know more about the characters. i dont even know much about it except there's gangs, i heard about it through you😮. they should thank you for the promo
ya where is my cut of the profits wakui??? huh??
ghfjdkfghfjdks ah but that’s so nice of you to say! my goal is and has always been to convert as many people hahah. the fun thing about tokrev is that unlike haikyuu where all the characters i write about are, in canon, good, loving, genuine people, most of the tr characters have at least one timeline where they go off the walls so i’m really not stretching the truth that much hahaha
i will say if you do start the anime (and also you should definitely read the manga that’s where most of the good stuff is) you just have to get through the first few eps until the toman boys properly arrive. like no offence to takemichi and his friends but that’s when it gets interesting ghfdjkjvbhfjd
i think i remember you answered some asks before about how the miya twins share, but how do you think the haitanis are with it? thx<33
not as competitive, i think.
the haitani’s are a team, a brutal, effective unit. unlike the twins who fight on an even playing field, rindou defers to his brother’s authority when it matters, even if he isn’t thrilled about it. they’re more likely to tag team you though.
asymmetry was my favorite thing ive read this weekend! thank you for blessing us with it ❤️
ily nonnie thank you!
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New chapter, plus the rest of the characters (The text in under read read more)
Cole James, The athlete of the Ramshackle dorm and the most aware of his own image.
Oscar Brooks, the "wild-card" of the Ramshackle dorm and the most mechanical savvy.
Mimi, the mystery of the Ramshackle dorm and the youngest
Part 1:Shaky beginnings:
Is leaving your new dormmates alone with your “familiar” who has a reputation for causing trouble a good idea? No
Is it wise to lie to their faces fully knowing it’s gonna come back to haunt you in the future? No, of course not.
However it is also not good to push someone to a position of power without proper training, so who cares about what is right and wrong in this situation.
“Headmage, wait a minute!” exclaimed the prefect having finally caught up with the culprit of this whole mess.
“Ah Jen what is it?” Said the headmage without a care in the world, lowering his head to look at the much shorter student. The prefect wanted to punch him right in the stupid mask he wore, why does he even wear that thing?
“What was that?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Eh the whole “I’m now an actual housewarden” Thing! When was that decision made?”
“Mmmh” the headmage paused for a second before giving an answer “Two days ago.”
“....What?”
“Two days ago” He continued “I don’t think it’s a big deal.”
“WHAT?” At this point the prefect thought she was going insane, does he seriously see nothing wrong with that statement?!
“Why wasn't I made aware of this?”
“I didn’t think it would be necessary”
“You didn’t think it was necessary to tell me that I was going to have actual responsibilities now, that I was getting new dormmates, that you were going to establish the ramshackle as an actual dorm?!”
“I don’t understand why you keep saying facts but saying them like questions, it’s really counterproductive you know?”
“But they are questions!” The perfect gesture with her arm almost hitting the headmage in the face(mask?). “I don’t know how to BE a prefect or run a dorm! I’m not fit for it.”
“Well I believe you are, you have managed to run the ramshackle well last year.”
“I was only taking care of myself and Grim, that’s not a dorm, that’s more akin to a person and their pet living in an apartment.”
“Still, I saw how you worked last year and I think you are more than well equipped to handle this situation, so stop doubting yourself and go lead your dorm.”
And with that he left, leaving the prefect alone with their thoughts.
She felt frozen in place, she couldn’t lead. She's not a leader, she doesn’t know how to, how the heck is she supposed to do it.
Just as she was about to spiral she caught her reflection in the mirror, or more accurately her arm.
A little known fact about the prefect were her scars, she had tons of them along her body, mostly superficial. Most were beneath her shirt or her pants but the most commonly seen ones were on her hands. Loads of tiny cuts litter her hand, a reminder of the second overblot she helped stop. A rose tinted tyrant, that was what he students called the overblot form of one of her fellow housewarden,Riddle Rosehearts. While in his overblot state he had ripped a rose bush and thrown it aside and towards Grim, the perfect managed to grab it and stop it in time and while grim was unharmed the same couldn’t be said for the prefect. When she dropped the bush her hands were almost colored red with the amount of little cuts the thorns had caused, they weren’t deep enough to truly hurt her permanently but they certainly left their mark.
They served as a reminder on how to act with overblots, act fast but delicately.
Maybe she does know how to do this or at least, how to ACT like she knows how to.
Fast forward to 5 minutes
“You can’t be serious!”
When coming back to the hall of mirrors she was faced with an unusual scene.
Mimi was seated legs crossed with Oscar crouching near him both were listening to Grim go on about who was in charge and such. Yuu and Cole meanwhile were chatting in a low voice but both stopped when the prefect entered.
“I am, despite not looking like it, I'm the one who takes charge around here, the student you saw before is just my hench-human!”
“Am I now?” For as much as he claims he’s not a cat he sure jumps when frightened like one.
“Sorry I took so long, shall we go then?”
After everyone collected themselves they started heading to the ramshackle dorm.
“Sorry, what is our dorm named?” Cole asked from the back of the group
“Ramshackle, I know it’s not very glamorous but that’s it’s name.”
“Is there something we should know about it, like rules and such?”
“Well the rules are don’t damage the dorm, don’t make too much noise past 10pm, tell me if anything broken and don’t annoy the ghosts, and that’s about it I thin-”
“GHOSTS?!” the group yelled in unison.
“Oh yeah we got 3 ghosts who live at the ramshackle dorm, don’t worry they’re friendly.”
“If a bit mischievous that is, oh and by the way they will be part of your initiation.”
…
“Pardon?” Yuu asked before any of the others
The perfect smiled to herself, she knew this was not on school regulation but the dorm is now hers so she’s gonna run it how they see fit.
“Don’t worry about it for now, that is a matter for the end of the week. For the next couple of days all I will ask of you is that you behave and try to acclimate to your new lives okay?” The prefect turned her head to look at her new dormmmates and smiled.
Fast forward to 2 hours later
After showing where everything was in their new dorm, and meeting the ghosts, the perfect told everyone to choose whatever room they wanted.
“Can we have roommates?” Mimi asked, raising his hand like you would if you had a question in the middle of a class.
“Sure, but there’s plenty of rooms so I’m not sure why you would want to.”
“I can answer that one.”Oscar piped up from where he had chosen to sit on the couch. “Mimi and I have both lived in shared rooms for most of our lives, it feels weird to sleep alone in a room, it feels weird.”
“Oh okay, sure go for it.” And with that the prefect made a hand motion towards the ghosts as a way to ask if they could move a bed into a new room.
“No problem, we are happy to help.” The thinnest ghost said leaving with the other two ghosts, Mimi and Oscar to do just that. The perfect then turned to Cole and Yuu.
“Do you two also want to share a room?”
“Ah no thanks I like to have my own space.” “Same here.”
“Alright then go make yourself at home, if you need anything just come find me, my room is the first room left to the stairs.”
They exchanged a nod and both were off to their own rooms.
“Gotta say your handling this way is better then what I had thought.” Grim said from his spot atop the prefect’s head.
“If I’m being honest I’m just winging everything, mostly I’m just coping with what the other housewardens do.” The perfect explained making her way to her room.
“Hey give yourself some credit, it could have been worse.”
“I suppose, but that is enough thinking for today for now all I want is to go to sleep.”
And so after what felt like one of the longest days of her time at Twisted Wonderland the perfect finally fell asleep accompanied by the soft snores of her feline companion and the background noises of her new dormmates settling in for the night.
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Future posts will not have text like this only some
#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twst mc#twst grim#twst fanfic?#my art#stressed out artwork#digital art#oc#stressed-out-artwork#ramshackle prefect#ramshackle fanart#ramshackle dorm#sorry for any typos
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Arc Two (redux) 78
Arjun was right. There was a climb ahead, and a steep one. Nyota considered it in grim silence, gauging the potential drops, the strength of the rock, the slick ice. “I’ll go first and drop a rope for you,” she said at last.
Arjun folded his arms and watched her study the rocks. “Sparing my old bones?”
Nyota snorted. “Close enough. Fur’s good padding. I might bounce.”
That got him to crack a small smirk. “Don’t ask me to catch you. I’m too old for that.” He curled an arm to humorously demonstrate a lack of muscle, at least compared to Nyota’s biceps. He still had a fair bit of bulk to him, from a lifetime in the mines. Then his smirk turned into faint concern as Nyota eyed the distance again and backed up a few steps for a short running start. “You not going to use that grapple there?”
“Not for the first one.” Nyota nodded a few times, sure of her calculations. “It can’t be more than three meters up. I won’t need it.”
Arjun fixed her with a very dry stare. “With all due respect, Captain, you’re insane.”
Nyota ignored him, took her steps forward, and leapt.
A few moments later, she helped an astonished Arjun haul himself up onto the ledge properly. She answered his dumbfounded stare with a cheeky grin. “My childhood nickname was Lemur.”
He just shook his head and whistled. “Damn,” he said when he found the words again. “But you can still jump like that with your leg?”
The genuine concern in his voice touched something deep inside her and Nyota found herself smiling, a little sad but mostly gentle. “I am wearing the brace today,” she said, “so I won’t be likely to strain it. I expected a lot of walking, after all. And don’t worry too much. I put most of the force on the left.”
“Right. If you say so.” Arjun stuffed the concern back under his customary gruffness, but Nyota was learning that only some of it was real. He watched in silence as she aimed her grappling hook at the next ledge up, fired, and made sure the shot was secure.
“Not as easy as I thought,” Arjun grunted as Nyota helped haul him onto the next ledge. He dusted frost off his pants.
“That was a steep one,” Nyota agreed. “The rest look a little easier.”
“Not that.” He looked up and met her eyes. “I couldn’t think of what to share next. Since you gave yours.”
That caught her by surprise and left her open-mouthed for a moment. Then she shook her head and smiled. Of course he would play by the rules. “Whatever you like,” she said. “It doesn’t have to match mine.” Ice stuck to the grappling hook; she tapped it on the stone to knock it off.
Arjun shrugged. “Feels like it ought to.” He looked around the room, taking in the ancient carvings faintly visible through the snow and frost. “Always liked old things,” he said at last. “I found a fossil when I was ten. Dad was showing me how to use a pick. The first rock I broke open had this shell inside, all tight and spiraled.” He held up his gloved hands to show how big it had been. “Dad said it meant our mine was an ocean, a long time ago.”
He reached over and helped break off the last bit of ice, earning a grateful hum. “I just liked the idea that where that little shell ended up was something that it never imagined.”
Nyota looked down at him, her dark brown eyes holding the blue lights in the room until they seemed almost black. “That everything it knew had changed?”
Arjun shrugged again. “That there was that little something left. That we knew what it had been.”
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“They’re in over their heads and you know it.”
Lumen shook his head, quietly glad he didn’t have all the facial tells that organic folk had. “They’re gonna be fine. Now stay put.”
“No they damn well will not.” Hadley pushed herself up onto her elbows in plain defiance to drive the point home. “You hear them? They split up in there. That’s stupid and Nyota knows it.”
Lumen gave up on looking neutral and sighed, long and crackling, taking the blue ring out of his corona so he could run a hand through the loose mess. “It ain’t like they got much other choice,” he said. “Eldie can’t fight well enough, Namina ain’t much good in cold, and I’m the only one who can run the ship while she an’ Arjun are out.”
He caught the look in her eye. “No ya don’t. Doctor’s orders an’ I sure mean it.” He tapped the medical chart beside her bed. “Ya took as good a look at this as I did. Ya ain’t goin’ anywhere for a good while.”
She was considering raging. He could see that much in her pale mauve eyes. But her voice was soft and calm when she said, “I don’t want to let them die.”
Sometimes Lumen wondered if, after spending so much time around humans, hearts were contagious. He felt some kind of aching in his core, right where it would’ve been if he had one. A deep and roiling turbulence made of plasma and light. Lumen put a hand over Hadley’s hands and wished the aching would stop. “We ain’t gonna let them.”
Hadley squeezed his hand, and he knew then just how scared she was, acknowledging it even that tiny bit. She glanced over at his workbench, and the row of red stimpacks he kept ready to replenish field kits.
Lumen followed her gaze and creaked out a soft sigh. “Not yet, lil’ Firebrand. Only if we ain’t got any other choice.”
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top five lyrics? :O
AGH THIS IS SO HARD BECAUSE THIS CHANGES ALL THE TIME. I LOVE THIS QUESTION. i'm limiting to tmg because i cannot pick five lyrics of all time honestly
the bad taste in our mouths / the twinkle in your eye / good things never last / bad things never die, which while not the height of songwriting does mean the world to me because it is the basis for the way I AM about the alpha couple
and i handed you a drink of the lovely little thing / on which our survival depends / people say friends don't destroy one another / what do they know about friends? which is uniquely just. i think so much about hte alpha couple obviously but this one affects me deeply and makes me feel absolutely insane.
the ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance / the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller < just does things to me. makes me ill in the head. etc etc. you understand how it is
the arteries are clogging in the main frame / there's too much information in the pipes / i saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom / a tigers never gonna change it's stripes / i guess, i guess / but jesus what a mess / one way in / no way out / the men were here to get your belgian things / and only i was here to watch them do it / i wish you had a number where you are / it's hard with no one here to help me through it - i have a very complex relationship with your belgian things and this specific set of lyrics for many reasons and i am experiencing another period of my life where it is disorienting with how much i cling to it but the number where you are bit always gets me for reasons i can't exactly put a finger on.
and what would this list be without: i saw the future in a dream last night / somebody's gonna get hurt, somebody's gonna get hurt / hope it's not me / but i suspect it's going to have to be + when it's time came, i could see it happen / blossoms black and sweet as texas crude / i saw the future flowering like a ruptured vessel / somebody's gonna get screwed / it won't be me. / one day i am going to walk out of here free, which are lyrics i have clung to for a long time and "I*" have clung to even longer *DID HAVER
honorable mentions to i loved you before i even knew what love was like and i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me of course. and to when the shovels break we still have our fingernails for being the best marketing for bleed out. i could go for longer but so much of my interaction with lyrics is like. association with specific people. like i write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook but here in the long tresses of your hair i am babbling brook + when you came in, i could breathe again are associated with people and extremely strong positive Feelings about those people that i consider integral to my existence even if i don't really think the songs they're from are that good.
thank you so much for the question i love infodumping about my mountie goats :D
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Why Ch 24 of New Moon is the best chapter in the series
I’m taking no criticism, this is the best chapter and I’mma tell you why. While skimming through the series for reasons and....I never thought I’d say it but, I legit have a favorite chapter out of the entire Twilight franchise, and it’s in New Moon of all places. And I don’t know, I just need to gush ok? There’s just something about this chapter that’s amazing, it’s like a fever comedy. Like the absolute, unadulterated, feral chaos that is this chapter. It caught me completely off guard, esp considering we spent this whole god damn novel with Bella so depressed, like “it hurt to read I felt so bad for her” kind of depressed, with the last half having very clear PTSD reactions on top of that, before leading into some very clear suicidal tendencies for about the last quarter on top of that. It’s a heavy ass book.
But then fucking chapter 24 and all it’s glory come along. We just spent a good portion of the last chapter with Ed explaining himself and trying to convince Bella that she is loved and has always been loved and he won’t leave and that she’s not dreaming. And then Bella, still not completely convinced, decides she needs to get his family to vote on her humanity.
And like there’s some mushy stuff being said in the beginning, but that’s just there to lull you into a sense of security. Cause on the way there Bella let’s slip about the voices she’s was hearing and Ed’s just like “👁️👄👁️” And I’m low key screaming cause she’s being a biiiit to open about that, and then she’s like “Oh, that must’ve been happening cause you love me!” and now I’m high key screaming cause baby girl noooo! AND THEN Ed just smiles and is like “yeah that’s ok, that’s normal, btw it sounded like you were handling this better than me at least” and now I’m crying and screaming and the neighbor’s are calling the cops cause they think I’m being murdered. And at this point I’m like “Carlisle, please get these two a therapist or I’m gonna be thera-pissed.” And that’s before the fucking vote.
So they get there, call the family, the meeting begins. Alice is grinning like the literal devil she is (and we love her for it). Ed’s face is suddenly fierce, probably cause he just now saw the memory of his girlfriend asking his sister to eat her-I mean change her on the way to Italy. But we don’t have time to unpack that, we need to put this stuff to a vote.
BUT NOT UNTIL EDWARD PULLS A BITCH MOVE and says his lovely piece. Boy is off his rocker, but he’s going off it with a plan. Dumbass motherfucker over here thinks that he can play the most fucked up version of hide and go seek with the vampire government. And I don’t know what’s worse, 1) the audacity he has thinking Bella will go along with this plan, 2) the audacity that he thinks Alice will want to spend her time watching Demetri for the rest of Bella’s life (esp when she’s about ready to change her herself or get someone else to do it, Alice has no time for your foolishness Eddie), 3) the fact he thinks this plan can work, 4) the fact Emmett and Jasper think the plan is just swell while Rosalie/Bella/Alice think they all are fucking morons (thus showing, if there is at least one braincell in this whole fucking family, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are not the ones holding it)
And then we have the vote, despite Emmett and Jasper drinking dumb bitch juice for a second, they end up not voting in favor of Ed’s plan. Probably cause Jasper is whipped and his wife already voted yes, and cause Emmett flipped a coin on whether Rose would hate it more if he fought the Volturi or just said ok to Bella being a vamp (yes that blessed himbo was still thinking about fighting the Volturi as he voted).
AND THEN Ed storms out of the room and starts wrecking shit like the beautiful unstable toddler that he is. BUT THEN, Bella turns to Alice, looks her dead in the eye and is like “Ok where you wanna do it.” and klfajlksdjdsafs Fucking Alice “I see everything” Cullen can only stand there in absolute literal terror. DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING DID YA PIXIE STICK? You seriously didn’t see, no couldn’t even conceive the level of Bella’s audacity and bullheadedness???? But then you remember, not like 5 chapters ago, like a day or two ago in real time, Bella practically jumped Alice on the damn plane to Italy practically screaming “Bite me now!” like did she forget???? Like, Bella was right Alice, y’all both co-owners of the idiot market.
AND THEN Ed comes flying in fueled by pure rage, and starts asking Bella if she’s lost her gd mind. HER TALKING ABOUT VOICES IN HER HEAD?? NOPE A-OK! He hears them too except like, he’s supposed to cause he has that power, Bella doesn’t. But his own sister cucking him on transforming his gf? Oh no this is over the line! All sanity is lost! THE DISCONNECT FKDLASJKLSAJF And then Alice is over here experiencing for the first time of what is called “shitting yourself,” is like “there’s a few issues with your plan at the moment Bella, such as me not eating you.” And then Bella’s like “give it the old college try Alice!” And Ed is acting like he’s gonna rip Alice apart and Alice is like “👁️👄👁️ I’m gonna die” and like Jasper is???? Not even there anymore??? fkdlsfjlakjf Like he left, he’s gone! No more mention of him! Like Mr. “Someone breathes weirdly near Alice I’ll show them what their insides look like” isn’t, at this very moment, german suplexing Edward’s ass into the ground???? Is he, along with the rest of not Ed/Alice family just looking on in horror at the uninformed brazenness happening in front of them?? fklsdjafk Is everyone, sans Rose, thinking “Maybe we shouldn’t have voted yes????”
AND THEN Bella is like “Fuck it, Carlisle?” And like, at this point Ed is clutching at Bella as if he’s gonna have to fight his whole family off of her, and Carlisle is like “Yeah.......let’s do it” and Ed’s just grasping at freaking, very understandable, straws and is like “CHARLIE WILL BRING THE POLICE FORCE DOWN ON US IF YOU DISAPPEAR AGAIN!” And Bella, beautiful Isabella “Fuck da police” Swan is like “You mean all three of them? :/” But they’re able to talk her down to waiting till things cool off and wait a bit.
BUT THEN Ed, after whisking Bella away from his family before this whole interaction could become even more of a shit storm than it already is, is now pacing in Bella’s room like a mad man, trying to think of a way to undo this disaster he didn’t see coming and then his little walnut brain is like “A-HA! You want to be a vampire? Then what if it twas I who changed you instead? YOu want that? Well then GIVE ME MARRAIGE!” And Bella is like “oh damn I actually do want that :/” BUT YOU’D THINK IT’D END HERE but no, Charlie comes in cause of the commotion, and he starts talking to Bella and the beautiful idiot let’s slip she went cliff diving to her father and he’s just like “👁️👄👁️” and while he’s trying to object to Edward, Bella’s like “I’ll move out buddy boi, it’s me and Ed, or no me at all. This crazy duo is a packaged deal buck-o! Now get along so I can shower!” and then yadda yadda some mushy stuff and end with these two love birds kissing. Like....STEPHENIE! You think you can just throw some mush in there, after I just witnessed an entire circus being set on FIRE???
#twilight#new moon#twilight renaissance#twilight review#long post#alice cullen#bella swan#edward cullen#they're the stars of this post I don't want to flood the other character tags#new moon is just '👁️👄👁️' the book#i forgot what this chapter was like#and i've listen to people reviewing this book and they just????? do they not see the disaster that was in front of them???#it's always sanitized like 'oh they vote on Bella's humanity' like did they just watch the movie version of this????#like the movie version is utter trash compared to the book scene omg#I remember one youtube review saying that 'the book was more formal than the movie cause they sat at a table' and now I'm like ???????????/#Yeah it tried to be more formal but it was a screaming match away from turning into a reality tv show omg#like yeah they sat at a table and tried making it a legit meeting but we got tweedle dumb and tweedle dipstick over here running the show of#of COURSE it was gonna spiral into a insane mess#btw I love alice and she's my fav character but I also love seeing stuff bite her in the ass#it's called duality#and like there's a few other more normal/mushy stuff happening at the beginning to lull you into a sense of security#i say it's the best cause I'm still re-reading eclipse and need to re-read breaking dawn#its' at least the best from bella's perspective AT LEAST#MS ed's off his rocker the entire time so hey we're channeling that energy yo#I don't know what's funnier to me the all seeing psychic being blindsided and terrified#or ed and bella just showing their wholeass to the family right then and there and everyone has to deal with it#none of the characters win in this chapter but I know at least I was the winner :')
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 13: ...O-OH?
it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.
─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 6.1k oops
─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno
author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots
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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.
No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.
The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”
Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”
Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.
There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.
“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.
More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.
Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.
Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.
“Hey, dude!”
“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”
“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.
“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.
“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”
-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.
“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.
“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”
“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”
“Of course, baby.” You purr.
There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...
“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.
“You know it!”
“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”
“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”
“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”
“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.
its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me
ikr she looks ready to join the monastery
each day we stray closer to gods light???
Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.
The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”
“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.
“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?
One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.
Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”
Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”
“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”
“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”
“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.
“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.
“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”
“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”
corpse stop acting weird challenge
literally omg lmao
he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!
^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi
“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”
“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.
Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.
“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.
“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”
You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.
With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.
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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.
The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.
worried about this dynamic
its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz
Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.
“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”
“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.
“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.
“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”
You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.
“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”
You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”
“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”
“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”
“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.
“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.
“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.
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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.
You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.
Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.
Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.
“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”
People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.
“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.
flame him
corpse boutta be a corpse fr
beat his ass queen!!!!!
“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”
“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”
“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”
“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”
“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.
“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”
“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”
“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”
“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.
“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”
The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”
“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.
“It’s Y/n.”
“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”
There’s a pause full of tense silence.
Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”
“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”
“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.
“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.
“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.
“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.
You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”
“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”
“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”
“No, wait-”
“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.
“Y/n, please-”
“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.
“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.
“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.
“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”
“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”
Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.
20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”
Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.
Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!
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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.
Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.
Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.
It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.
“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”
“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”
“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”
Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.
It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.
The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.
“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”
“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”
“Maybe Momo?”
“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”
You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.
“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”
“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”
“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.
“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.
Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.
now she notices
snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour
corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it
opening wattpad rn^
Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.
“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”
Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.
“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”
“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.
“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”
If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.
why is that kinda hot tho omg
didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do
y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao
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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.
“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.
“Hm?”
“Was talking to the roaches.”
“What are they saying?”
“That I should betray you.”
“...Better not.”
A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”
“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”
“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!
“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”
You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”
“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”
You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”
“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.
“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”
You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”
He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”
Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”
“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”
“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”
It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.
y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge
making fanart of this omg her face
its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!
^she cant, it lives there
“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”
“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”
“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.
Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”
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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.
“Baby, you know what to do.”
The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”
“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”
“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”
“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.
“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”
“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.
“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”
You’re silent for a moment.
“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.
A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.
The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.
Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.
“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”
“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”
“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”
“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”
“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”
yeah he would be lmao
mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n
rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels
As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.
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Forget me Too
Author’s notes: little toxic brain rot Drabble inspired by MGK and Halsey’s song Forget me too.
MINORS DNI
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Warning: NSFW, hate fucking, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, possessive behavior (Gojo’s), cream pie, implied cheating.
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“I left before you woke up, why don’t I ever see you sober?”
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Gojo opened his eyes and pawed the bed looking for you. Your side was cold, his eyes shot open, “Y/N?” He called for you getting out of the bed completely naked as he roamed over his apartment looking for you.
You were gone.
“Fuck!” He punched the closest wall driving effectively a hole through the concrete. Gojo was certain he would have a broken hand if his infinity wasn’t protecting him.
You did this every time he got you back and ended up dragging you to his bed.
Things wouldn’t be so complicated if he hadn’t started cheating on you which in exchange made you move out of his apartment and start sleeping around as well. He had no fucking right to demand shit from you but when he saw you last night at that bar. Draped all over some dude’s lap while you kissed him the way you used to kiss Satoru before you left… he couldn’t stand it.
In a few long strides he was behind you, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the confused long haired blonde fucker that had been touching what only belonged to Satoru.
He didn’t pay any mind to your screams as he dragged you out of there; a couple bystanders thought about interfering and helping you but he quickly covered you in his infinity as well making you completely inaccessible to anyone but him. He forced you out of the bar and towards the alley next to it “shut the fuck up!” He groaned before warping you both back to his apartment.
“Fuck you! I hate you!”
“Yeah.. I bet you do, doll” he answered before pulling you towards him, grabbing a handful of your h/c hair in his grasp, holding you in place while he assaulted your lips. His tongue forced its way inside your mouth to find yours. You bit him. Pulling back for a second Satoru chuckled, a drop of blood trailed down the corner of his lips “I’m gonna make you regret that princess” the dark promise was expelled before he dove in again for another kiss. This one much angrier and forceful than the last. Pushing you against the wall, making your spine connect painfully with the concrete; the hand that wasn’t holding you hair moved to your ass. Grabbing it under your skimpy short dress. Groaning his hand changed course and caressed its way to the front of your panties where he found the damp fabric between your tights. “You sure you don’t want this baby? You pussy says otherwise” you leveled him with a glare that only made him laugh.
You jumped holding onto his shoulders so you could wrap your legs around his waist, that positively shut him up. “Shut the fuck up” you spit his own words back at him before you started the next kiss.
Satoru moved you both to his bed where he threw you unceremoniously, rolling up your dress he didn’t even try to remove your panties yanking them to the side with so much force they ripped at the bottom. You gasped and slapped his arm letting him know you didn’t like that. He gave you a grin in return before lowering himself between your legs and start licking your outer labia. Passing his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves he loved so much. The pleasure that invaded your senses made you scream, your back trying to arch off the bed told him he was doing it right. “Stay still princess or I’ll have to tie you up” he warns making you moan softly and spread your legs wider. His tongue delves inside your dripping cunt making you scream for him. Pulling back just enough so he can replace his tongue with two fingers he returns to stimulate your clit with little kitten licks just to edge you enough.
You are a moaning mess by the time he decides he’s had enough himself. Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants Gojo pulls them down along with his boxers. His heavy cock springs free slapping his stomach. Your mouth dried at the sight, he was so big. Gojo grins following the direction of your eyes.
Cocky bastard, you think rolling your eyes. But that’s the last coherent thought you have for the night. Not long after, he grabs you by the ankles dragging you closer to him, spreading you open for him. The hot tip of his cock dripping cum, he teases you getting his member wet in your juices. “Look at me princess” he demands and you can’t help but do as he asks. The moment your eyes connect he thrusts with all his might until he is fully sheathed within you. With a scream your eyes roll back.
He made you feel so full. He stays still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your walls contracting around him, squeezing his cock inside you as if you never wanted him to leave.
“Fuck…” groans the platinum haired sorcerer before his hips start rocking on their own accord. You felt so good, wrapped tightly around his dick, inviting him to plow your sweet pussy into submission “you are mine…” he growls on your ear, you moan louder “answer me princess… is this little cunt mine?” His movements never falter while he speaks his thumb finds your clit rubbing small circles on it. Your moans are louder “y…yes…” you choke out.
“Yes…what?! Doll?” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust “yes it’s yours! My pussy belongs to you Satoru” you yell back; waves of pleasure ripple through his body when he hears you confirming his claim over you. Holding your hips tightly he lifts your butt from the bed to thrust at a deeper angle. Your tits jolting with every penetration driving him insane with lust. His mouth wraps around a perky bud sucking hard getting a squeal from you.
Satoru allows himself to lose control with you, fucking you hard and fast, driving his thick cock deeper and faster every time he went back in. The room was filled with his grunts, your screams, the sound of slapping skin and the rattling of the king size bed that was almost rocked off its frame with the brutality of his movements.
You contract deliciously around his cock and he knows you are close “come for me doll” coos on your ear. “Don’t… don’t come inside” you manage to beg him. To which Satoru responds by glaring at you and ramming his cock harder making it kiss the back of your cervix within, making you scream louder at the exquisite rhythm he is fucking you with “I’m gonna cum inside your pussy and fill you up to the brim with my seed princess, because this pussy belongs to me and I’m gonna mark it with my cum” you only moan as an answer.
Honestly as this point he has been thinking about fucking a baby in you just so you would stop running away from him. He wanted back what you two had before all of his spiraled out of control. He wanted you to be his and only his. He was done with sleeping around, no woman could ever compare to you.
When Gojo came he grunted your name while he spilled himself inside you. He refuses to move until he was certain you took all of his cum like a good girl.
Finally after sharing a kiss he pulled you to lay on his chest, covering your with the sheets he fell asleep.
Which is what took him to this morning, when he woke up alone on his bed.
You’ve told him so many times to forget you but he couldn’t do it, and neither could you.
At the end you both always went back to each other.
“You want me to forget you, Ok, forget me too”
#gojo#gojo smut#jjk smut#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojo saturo x reader#toxic relationship#gojo x reader
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Ok so remember that one time during the whole cookie outpost situation, there’s comes a height of tubbo’s and quackity’s argument and tubbo is taking no shit from quackity and stands his ground and even threatens the nukes.
Dude- I-
I feel like that’s not talked about enough
How Ranboo was standing there behind tubbo with his reaction being surprised because he’s NEVER seen tubbo act that way, at least not since the nlm days. But he doesn’t move away from his spot behind tubbo, he’s still trusting tubbo blindly even if he doesn’t know what’s going on and/or is confused. Even AFTER the whole incident occurred, Ranboo attempted to apologize on his behalf and stay neutral. but when quackity asked, Ranboo clarified that tubbo was his partner that they were a team, and unknowingly siding with tubbo and trying to excuse tubbos threats in order to lower the tension on the whole situation. My man’s was being an in-canon c!tubbo apologist through and through, even if the conversation spiraled into Ranboo confusing quackity.
AND a major thing about tubbos character is how everything is hidden underneath, tubbo tries his best to hide his pain. But there’s moments where there’s cracks and I definitely think that the peak of the argument with quackity was one of those cracks showing through. Because in the end it was never truly about the boundaries, c!tubbo never really cared for land or power. He just wants walls. He just wants to protect.
And I don’t know if you can relate to this, but like sometimes there’s arguments you have with someone, and it’s not even like a big deal in reality, but you dig your heals in anyways. Because you’ve been so angry and upset that when you start to argue again with someone, you plant your feet down as hard as you can and you refuse to let anything slide this time. It’s more of a defensive stance than anything, because you want to prove that you can’t be pushed around anymore, that it’s gonna be your way this time.
And that’s what I feel like is happening to tubbo in that moment, he was fed up with someone threatening to take away his work, he was upset at just being bulldozed over again, to be defeated again. And so when he threatens the nukes, he threatens the only weapon he has, his chance of being taken seriously for once. Because he’s not gonna let people take away the things he cares about. Not again.
Of course he does apologize in the future saying that he “wasn’t himself” and implying that he was especially not in a good mental space at that time. And while that is probably true, it can also be tubbo covering up and patching the cracks in his own metaphorical walls. Saying that it was just a one off thing, and all that anger and resentment and pain, is just pushed to the side once again.
(Sorry for the essays amkdkf been thinking a lot about c!tubbo tonight)
SO REAL BLISS…
I think about the cookie stream every goddamn day of my life and I think about this SO MUCHH and you put it really well.
Because yeah, Tubbo could’ve just accepted one of Big Q’s compromises. It really didn’t make much sense for him to hold his ground as much as he did. But he’s just so TIRED of being the one to give in. He’s so TIRED of everything he builds getting destroyed. He’s so TIRED of being underestimated.
And he wants to be seen as strong and unrelenting and not someone who will roll over easily (anymore), because he’s changed and he can’t be vulnerable he can’t he can’t because that’s where things always go wrong.
And then c!Ranboo is ABSOLUTELY a c!Tubbo apologist. Like part of the reason that that stream makes me so insane is that despite his ideals, he absolutely takes Tubbo’s side in the matter. Like, completely. Remember the signs outside the outpost? I do. Also, can’t forget “mess him up bb”. Iconic. Even when he was worried about Tubbo getting involved in conflict, the most he did was go to Quackity like “Actually he didn’t mean it <3” and that’s both so funny and so sweet.
I have so many thoughts about it all
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Trippin’ on Tequila
thank you for the lovely request anon! I had a lot of fun writing this
Ina x MC
warnings: fluff, drunkenness and grazes
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also lmk what u guys think of this length of fic. is it too long?? should it be longer?
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“Bea, why are you calling this late?” Ina doesn’t even bother to sit up in bed as she answers the call, rubbing her eyes groggily
“Um, hi Ina. I mean, professor. This is Zoey”
Ina bolts upright, immediately worrying if something bad had happened to Bea
“Zoey, is everything all right?”
Zoey looks over to Bea, who is sat down on the sidewalk with her shoes in her hands (she’s completely out of it)
“Yup, tooooootally fine. I just wanted to ask if you could pick Bea up from the club”
“Of course, I’ll leave immediately” Ina throws off her duvet and searches for a hoodie to wear over her pyjamas. She finds one belonging to Bea and puts it on, the sleeves falling down to her fingertips; the hoodie must’ve been left behind from one of Bea’s previous *ahem* late night visits
“Wow, really? No questions asked? Bea is one lucky girl. I mean, hypothetically of course.”
“Zoey”
“I don’t know anything about what you and Bea get up to”
“Zoey!”
“Not a siiiiingle thing”
“Zoey! I’m aware that you know the true nature of myself and Bea’s relationship”
Was relationship even the right word? Bea and Ina hadn’t made anything official, nor had they made any promises to each other. This sudden doubt makes Ina feel uneasy, and she quickly tries to pull herself out of this spiral of overthinking
“Oh, okay! Anyway, the ambulance is here now, got to go. Byeeeee”
“Ambulance? What ambulance?” It was too late, Zoey had already hung up
With worry eating at her, Ina drives as hastily as the law allows until she pulls up outside the club. She spots Bea talking to a pair of girls she doesn’t recognise, and relief floods through Ina’s body to see Bea in one piece.
Ina goes to throw open the car door but quickly reconsiders when she remembers she’s still wearing her pyjamas and most definitely looks dreadful. Her hair is messed up and she isn’t wearing any makeup at all; dark circles rim her tired eyes and she can barely keep them open. She honks the horn of her car once which, unfortunately for Ina, does not get Bea’s attention
Bea looks to be telling some kind of elaborate story as she gestures wildly at the girls before her, only one of the shoes she’d taken off was still in her hand (who knows where the other one was.) After swinging her arm so widely that she nearly hits one of the girls in the head with her shoe, the pair depart from Bea. Ina decides this would be a prime opportunity to honk her horn again.
This time Bea hears and, after looking for several seconds, finally manages to locate Ina. She waves overenthusiastically as a grin breaks across her face and begins to run over to the car. She doesn’t make it far though, as she begins to stumble on unsteady feet. Without thinking, Ina throws open her door and rushes over to Bea, barely managing to catch her as she begins to tumble
“Hi there, gorgeous” Bea tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and grins at Ina (she looks like Debby Ryan.) Ina chuckles softly at her attempt to be seductive before helping Bea to stand upright
“Come on Bea, I’m taking you to my place”
Ina departs from Bea briefly to open the passenger door and when she turns back around she notices that Bea is once again on the floor
“The floor is wobbly” Bea looks dazed as she stares at the ground and Ina returns to her side to pull her back up; it’s then that Ina notices the grazes on Bea’s knees
“Goodness Bea, look at your knees!”
Bea slowly looks down to her knees and when she notices the grazes her eyes widen
“Oh my god, they’re so ugly now” she attempts to push Ina away “I need to get in the ambulance with Zoey and the sick dude” The dots connect in Ina’s head as she realises the ambulance was called for someone else at the club; Zoey must’ve been kind enough to go with the clubgoer to the hospital
“Don’t look at me!” Ina grabs Bea by the arm and begins to guide her to the car
“You look fine Bea. Come on, we’re going to my apartment now”
“oooooh, are we gonna have sexy times when we get back?” Ina feels her cheeks redden at her drunken suggestion
“No Bea, you’re drunk” Bea pouts dramatically and tries to run a hand along Ina’s face; instead she rubs her hand along Ina’s forehead and over her eye
“But you’re so beautiful” Ina shakes off Bea’s hand and continues to lead her to the car
Once Bea is safely in the passenger seat, Ina gets into the driver’s side
“Put your seatbelt on” Bea spends a few seconds trying to locate the seatbelt as she feels along the ceiling of the car
“Ina, there’s no seatbelt” she grabs onto the car handle and pats it
“I’ll hold on tight” Ina sighs in exasperation before leaning over Bea to reach the seatbelt. As she grabs onto the seatbelt, she feels Bea press her lips against her forehead in a gentle kiss
“What was that for?” Ina fastens Bea’s seatbelt as she says this, clicking it into place
“cuz you’re protecting me, like.. like a guardian angel!” Bea’s eyes light up at the thought that Ina could be her guardian angel and she turns to her in wonder
“I think you’re my saviour” Ina grins and shakes her head
“Come on, lets get you home”
Midway through the quiet drive to Ina’s apartment, Ina feels a hand beginning to snake it’s way up her thigh. Her brow furrows
“Bea, what are you doing?” Bea squeezes Ina’s thigh and tries to drop her voice into a sultry whisper
“You look so sexy right now” Ina laughs loudly
“I woke up less than an hour ago and I’m in my pyjamas”
Bea teases the fabric of Ina’s pyjama top, her fingertips grazing the soft skin underneath. This makes Ina squirm slightly, and it takes all of her willpower to focus on driving
“Stop that, I’m trying to drive” Bea pouts and rests her head on Ina’s shoulder, she grabs onto Ina’s arm which makes the car swerve slightly
“Bea!” Ina shakes her off “Please keep your hands to yourself”
Bea lets out a loud sigh before resting her head on the car door. She crosses her arms over her chest
“Do you not like me anymore?” Ina chuckles incredulously and pats Bea’s leg
“I like you a lot Bea, a lot more than I should” Bea turns her gaze onto Ina, studying her face as she continues “but you’re drunk and I’m trying to drive”
“Fineeeeee” Bea quietens down again, and the rest of the journey is driven in comfortable silence
Once Bea is safely seated on the kitchen counter inside Ina’s apartment, Ina gets to work on treating Bea’s scraped up knees. She puts her glasses on before wiping the grazes with an antiseptic wipe which makes Bea hiss in discomfort
“It feels like fire on my knees” Ina continues to wipe away the grit and dirt from the wounds, using one hand to hold Bea’s leg still
“I know, but I’m almost done” After a few seconds of gentle cleansing, Ina applies a band-aid to each knee and places a gentle kiss on one of Bea’s knees. This makes Bea smile and she pats Ina’s head
“See? You’re my protector” Ina chuckles before helping Bea down from the kitchen counter
“Come on, lets get you to bed” She leads Bea by the hand to her bedroom before handing her a pair of her pyjamas
“You can borrow these to sleep in” Bea runs her hand over the fabric with wide eyes
“They’re so soft, like you” Ina shakes her head whilst she smiles
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bea kisses her cheek before resting her forehead against Ina’s
“It means you’re cute” Ina chuckles at how little sense Bea is making as she pulls away
“All right then” Ina grabs a spare blanket and pillow from the cupboard in the corner of her room before making her way to the door. She turns around before leaving
“Goodnight Bea” Bea blows her an overexaggerated kiss
“G’night beautiful” Ina closes the door to her room before making her way over to the sofa in the main room. She cannot help the smile that breaks across her face due to Bea’s insane level of cuteness, and that warm feeling stays with her even as she drifts off to sleep on the sofa
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medicine [the wilds girls]
the wilds girls x reader
requested: Can I request another the wilds girls x reader where gets an insanely bad cold where she keeps spiraling and the girls each take care of her
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You don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the cold water lapping over your skin and the fact that your hair wasn’t dried completely. Or maybe it was the new climate that messed up your immune system.
Whatever it was, it was hitting you hard.
You just woke up one morning with chills and struggled to stay awake. And to say the girls were freaking out would be an understatement.
You were currently cradeled in Leah’s arms. She pressed a cool compress onto your skin, your skin already having goosebumps at the chills that were coursing through your body. The girls couldn’t do a temperature, but it felt like you had a really bad fever.
“Leah, I don’t feel good.” you mumbled, scratching at your nose.
She brushed the hair out of your face as you nuzzled your face into her stomach, “I know, sweet girl. It’s gonna be okay, you just have a little cold.”
“Leah?” you asked, after a few moments of silence.
“Yes?” she whispered back, running her fingers through your hair.
“You’re a very nice pillow.” you said, slurring your words a tiny bit and you could feel her whole body vibrate due to her chuckle.
And just when you thought you were getting better, you kept getting worse and worse. Not to the brink of death, but it was staying longer than all of you thought.
Nora was keeping watch on you this time. She was scribbling stuff down on her journal as you just laid next to her. Fatin’s many long sleeves, tucked around you.
“Whatcha writing?” you asked, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
She just shrugged, “Things to keep me sane. Would you like to tell me some so you could stay sane?”
You nodded, “Yes please. Hmm let’s think.” you thought about it for a moment before smiling, “I need to get to my hamster. He’s probably worried sick about me. And I think Im gonna get him a turtle friend and a ducky! They could be like the Wonder Pets!”
The fever and being sick in general made you a lot more baby-like and loopy than you usually are.
Nora chuckled softly as you began to sing, “Wonder pets, wonder pets we’re on our way! To help a baby animal and save the day!”
Later that night it was Toni’s turn to keep watch. You were still curled up in the same position you were with earlier Nora. But you weren’t as talkative as before.
“Not talking my ear off Y/L/N? That’s a shocker.” Toni joked and you smiled.
“That’s rude. You’re starting a conversation with me so if I start talking more that’s your fault.” you threatened and she rolled her eyes, throwing a handful of sand at you.
There was silence for awhile and you could tell that she was debating about something in her head, “Can I ask for your advice?”
“You really want to ask the girl who’s been loopy and have a fever for advice?” you looked at her incredulously and she just nodded, “Hmm okay shoot.”
“When you like someone, but they’re not ready for a relationship yet, do you wait? Or move on?” she asked. Her eyes full of seriousness and you put on a lazy smile.
“So Shelby finally admitted her feelings for you?” you asked and her eyes went wide, “Yeah, it was obvious. You’re so in love.”
You just chuckled softly. You liked being sick. Sure it wasn’t fun to not be feeling well, but the way you could act around them and get away with stuff had you really enjoying your time.
And all of a sudden you were tasting sand. Your face contorting into disguist as you tried spitting it out.
“You’re lucky you’re sick, Y/L/N.”
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