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tumblr is thOROUGHLY scanning my recent posts to be like “is that tiddy????” bc i never post myself and i am, indeed, wearing the see-est thru of bras. like u can KINDA see my nipple but ngl most facial recognition programs think i’m a man and i don’t have knOCKERS per se so i they might just think it’s male presenting nipples unless explicitly stated. good. this is good flat-chested and trans-gem girl representation.
#i see it says trans gem.#i’m drunk so i’m not changing it#you’re all precious stones to me#my friends#collection of special rocks god made for me to appreciate and love ♡#idk i just have a bunch of trans girlfriends and they’re all so. uhhh.#very.#they notice the. same things as me.#and so they’re really the only friends i feel comfortable actually telling stuff to.#also honestly trans masc dudes are like right there too#idk why we all relate so much#i’m not trans i already explored that part of my gender identity and came away with#‘if i was a man i’d be trans’ lmao#i truly love being a girl and feeling myself as a girl in a feminine way …#it’s just like.#i did analyze that part of myself in a necessary way?#idk how to explain#wh the fuck did i post this in so drunk#why am i talking about my personal gender exploration ???#idk love y’all tho you made me realize stuff about myself that i never would’ve if my closest friends weren’t trans#and i’m so comfortable with being me because of it that i think it’s weird and strange and abnormal when others ARENt and it’s obvious#so that’s a good thing and that’s all i mean ig#but it’s bc of discussion on the internet and y’all accepting me as a part of that discussion#not just my friends#but randoms#nice randoms.#good.#you’re all my friends now.#i want to learn from all of you#make me smart.
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satoru gojo x f!reader
in which you can’t stop thinking about satoru, after you share a drunk kiss at a party
author’s note: writing this to avoid being too sad and to avoid my post-eras tour depression
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
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You fumble the door closed, your hands aimlessly pushing the lock of the door closed as you face the mirror.
Fuck. Who the hell let you keep drinking?
Your hair is a tangled mess, your mascara clumped around your eyes. Your lips are tattooed pink from all the wine you had been drinking. Wait, where did your wine glass go?
You turn around to find the bottle not glass you had brought in with you, fully spilt over the bathtub. Great.
At that moment, the door opens and Satoru Gojo climbs into the bathroom, nearly knocking you over. You lean over, your head hanging over the sink. You’re going to wretch.
“Occupied, Gojo.” you groan.
He moves at the sight of you, plopping onto the floor, his head in between his knees. You’re glad you’re not the only one who had too much to drink.
“Stop calling me that L/N.” he slurs, basically slumping further on the floor.
You shake your head, confused by what the hell he was talking about. You just called him by his fucking name.
“No. That’s my last name.”
Fuck. Did you say that last part out loud?
You lift your head from the sink, moving to join him on the ground. The two of you sit back against the wall, cheeks pink and panting. You really did have too much to drink. That’s the last time you listen to Geto again.
“Call me by my first name.”
“I don’t even know you that well.”
You try to lean your head against his shoulder, but miss entirely and end up falling into his lap.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Got tired of holding my head up. And you don’t call me by my first name either.”
You readjust, your head in his lap, his hands in your hair. If you were sober, you would tense at the contact - never getting this close to anyone, let alone Satoru Gojo. But you weren’t sober. You leaned into the touch, staring up at his icy blue eyes. His cheeks are red, eyes dilated.
“You know me. First name.”
“No. What is your favorite book?
“Slaughterhouse Five.”
“Favorite Taylor Swift song?”
“Gorgeous.”
“You’re ran through. Why do you, a man, know that song?”
“Shut up.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Light blue.”
“That’s stupid. You’re just saying that because that’s the color of your eyes.”
“My eyes are not light blue.”
You sit up, adjusting yourself in his lap to look at his eyes. You place your hands on the sides of his cheeks, lifting his head to get a look at his eyes. He flutters his eyes open, staring into yours.
Since when was he so…pretty?
“Pretty? Not gorgeous?”
Shit. Why are you talking out loud? You wince, sticking your head into the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. He brings his arms around you, his hands slightly shaking against your back.
“I think you’re pretty too, Y/N.”
The air leaves the room. You freeze. Your hands are shaking, stuck around his neck. His hands were now firm, holding you steady in his lap. He looks into your eyes, his gaze suddenly piercing.
“Yes, Satoru. I think you’re pretty.” you whisper, your voice drying in your throat.
It’s his turn to freeze, the grip on your waist tightening even more. He shifts, his right hand moving to cradle the side of your face. He’s so close, you swear you can feel his breathing against your lips, the smell of wine still hanging from his lips. His lips.
Instinctively, your eyes darting down to them, his lips tinted a similar shade of pink to yours. He leans forward, his lips pressing to yours.
It feels like a shock, electric, burning. Satoru Gojo is kissing you. Satoru Gojo is fucking kissing you. Why haven’t you done this before? When can you do it again?
The door knocks, Shoko pounding against the door.
“Y/N! We’re fucking leaving, get out.”
You and Satoru pull apart, still tangled in each other's arms. You meet his gaze, his face radiating pure warmth. My god, was he was the sun?
Why the hell did he have to kiss you like that? He reaches up, his thumb running across the length of your lip, still swollen from the place he had just kissed you. He just kissed you. Satoru Gojo just kissed you.
“I’ll leave you here to rot. Get out!”
You speak up, realizing Shoko would break down the damn door if you didn’t come out soon.
“Satoru.”
At the sound of his name, he leans forward, his lips pressing against yours again. He nearly knocks you over, leaning over you on the bathroom floor. This time, the kiss is more desperate, hungry. Like he’s wants something from you. You break apart, attempting to speak, but he keeps pulling you close again, smashing your lips together again.
“She’s-
Kiss.
“Right outside.”
Kiss.
“I have to go.”
Kiss.
“Come on, I really have to go.”
He stops, his gaze peering into yours. He places two final kisses, one on the side of the neck and then the tip of your nose, before letting you go. The two of you stand up, wobbling from the alcohol still in your system. You balance each other, hands clasped together before you regain your balance.
You look up one last time, your hands resting against his biceps. He’s still drunk, his head lazily leaning against yours. His blue eyes stare down at you, the makings of a smile on his face. You stand on the tips of your toes, your turn to press a kiss to his lips. He leans in, the kiss soft. He breaks, giving you the biggest smile you had seen on his face yet. You plant another one at the side of his cheek before leaving.
“Bye Satoru.”
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You can’t look at Satoru anymore. Not Satoru, Gojo. You can’t look at Gojo anymore.
The following morning, you woke up in Shoko’s bed, who had informed you Suguru had made brunch plans since everyone ‘owed’ him for trashing his room. She had already told you she had no intention of paying for any part of that breakfast, but instead was going to get free food. You didn’t think Satoru, no Gojo, would show up so you accompanied her.
This is where you found yourself, unable to make eye contact with Gojo. One look at him and all you could think about was his lips on your neck, his fingers brushing across your lips, his hands in yours. Which was rather uncomfortable, because he was seated right across from you, knees knocking with yours right under the table.
Why the fuck did he have to be so god damn tall? You couldn’t even brush past his knee without feeling your heart pounding in your chest. He was electric, a fire, burning you every second he sat across from you.
You feel your hands shaking at your sides, fighting the urge to reach over and touch the side of his face. Press kisses into the side of his neck. Run your fingers over his lips.
Suguru shakes his hand in front of your face, catching your attention.
“Sorry, what?”
“My friend from the party last night! He was asking about you.”
“What friend?”
“The one you talked to. For like the first two hours.”
You pause, trying to wrack your memories of this guy. When did you talk to a guy? All you can remember is Satoru, his hands all over you, lips tangled with yours.
“Well, he wants to see you at the party next week. Asked for your number and everything.”
“Oh.”
Nanami leans over, joining the conversation.
“I took classes with him last semester. He’s a nice guy.”
“I’ve heard he’s good in bed.”
You turn your head, glaring at Shoko.
“Do you always have to be so vulgar?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.
She narrows her eyes, a blank expression plastered on your face.
“It’s been a while for you. You should get some to release all that tension in your forehead. You look all hot and bothered.”
You glare at her before prodding your fingers into her forehead. Suguru laughs, pulling his arm around your shoulder.
“Want to drive him real crazy? So bad you’ll have to get some?”
“What? You’re worse than Shoko, Suguru.”
“Wear blue.”
You give him a confused look.
“It’s his favorite color. He won’t be able to resist.”
You sit back, crossing your arms to look at Satoru. He doesn’t say anything, only speaking up again when the topic changes to how much Suguru drank last night.
Who are you kidding? He was drunker than you. Maybe he doesn’t even remember.
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Saturday rolls around and you’ve devised the perfect plan for the party. You’re going to wear blue. Light blue.
If Satoru remembers, if he really likes you, it’ll drive him crazy, per Suguru’s words. Granted, hinging an entire plan off of Suguru’s horny ramblings is a bit of a gamble, but you’re willing to roll the dice.
If he doesn't remember, you can flirt with the guy Suguru was mentioning, though you don’t know his name or what he looks like. You’ll make it a point to have Shoko point him out, but you’re hoping it doesn’t get that far in the first place. If things go your way, you’ll be tangled in Satoru’s arms in a few hours.
You show up to the party two hours late, fretting over how your hair and dress looked for too long. You never really got overly ready for these parties, but here you were, hoping to impress stupid Satoru Gojo.
You waltz into the kitchen, to find Shoko, Gojo, and Geto leaned over a chocolate cheesecake. You join them, Suguru grabbing your hand to spin you around as you stand next to him.
“Damn, Rookie! You clean up nice.”
You feel your cheeks warm at his words, pushing him off you. Shoko winks at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You can smell the beer on her breath already, knowing it was her turn to be wasted this week.
“Did you wear a matching set?”
“Shoko. Shut up.”
“You can’t get some if your bra and panties don’t match.”
“Stop asking me questions about my bra and panties. Drag me to the bathroom yourself if you want me that bad.”
She sticks her tongue out at you, before turning to rummage through the kitchen with Geto. You and Satoru are left standing alone, their abandoned cheesecake next to you.
He’s staring you down, the same look in his eyes from the bathroom. You feel your heart pound at the closeness between you, his lips only a few feet away. Moment of truth.
At that moment, you feel an arm sling around your waist, spinning you into someone’s chest. You’re facing a guy with blonde hair and hazel eyes, his strong smell overwhelming you.
“Y/N! I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“Um. Do I know you?”
“Haru. We talked at the party last week.”
You feel the embarrassment rush to your cheeks. This was the guy you talked to last week, the one they were mentioning.
“Right! Give me a second, I just have to go to the bathroom.”
Before he can respond, you scurry off to the bathroom, leaving Satoru and the guy standing there at the counter.
You close the door behind you, fumbling with the lock as you sit on the toilet seat. You’re in over your head. Gojo doesn’t even like you. He barely even gave you a second glance when you walked in.
You hear the door open, Gojo storming in. You stand up as he walks in, speechless at the sight of him. He’s staring you down, the anger rising to his cheeks. He puts his hands on your shoulders, your heart already thumping at him touching you.
“Why did you do it?”
“Do what, Satoru?”
He laughs, pushing you against the wall and slotting his mouth against yours. You’re caught off guard, the kiss the same as the one before. Aggressive, desperate, needy. He pulls off of you, panting.
“Shut up. You know what you’re doing.”
He presses his lips against yours again, deepening the kiss from before. His hands find their way to your sides, his warm hands tangled in yours. You pull back, your heart about to burst in your chest. You can feel the blood rushing to your head, moving so fast you were seconds away from seeing stars.
“What are you talking about?”
“You kissed me like that in the bathroom last week. All soft and sweet, whispering ‘Bye Satoru’ in my ear. You see me the next day, barely even giving me a second glance, talking about getting some from another guy. And today, you show up in blue, but you’re here in the bathroom pressed up against me, whispering my name like you don’t know what it does to me.”
You freeze. Is this really happening? What does he mean?
“What does it do to you?” you whisper.
He lets you go, turning back to lean over the counter. He’s pissed. He’s actually pissed.
“You’re impossible. You say my name and everything just stops.”
You feel your cheeks warm at the confession, heart bursting with joy. You join him at the counter, pressing your pointer finger into the side of his arm to get his attention. He turns to look at you, towering over you.
“Satoru…”
“Don’t start, Y/N.”
“Let me finish.”
You reach forward, resting your hands against your biceps. You push into the side of his arms, grounding yourself in the moment. He’s really here. This is happening.
“You like blue too. I bought this dress so you could take it off,” you whisper, looking up at him.
You feel him freeze against you, his turn to be shocked by the confession. After a few seconds, he reaches forward, pushing your hair behind your ears. He reaches down, lifting you to sit on the counter.
The two of you are the same height now, your arms secured around his neck. He leans forward, standing in between your spread legs. You suddenly feel embarrassed, burying your face into the side of his neck again.
“Did you just make a Taylor Swift reference?”
You punch him in the stomach.
“You, Satoru Gojo, are ran through. Why do you even know that?”
“Because I was enchanted to meet you?”
You smack across the side of his face, glaring at him.
“Stop mocking me. You’re such a man whore.”
“No, really. I listened to her music after Saturday, because I know how much you love her.”
“Oh. I thought you just wanted to like…do what we did last week.”
He stops, pressing his forehead against yours.
“No, no. I want you to stay. I don’t want you like a best friend, I want the whole damn thing.”
You feel the smile spreading across your face, breaking apart to hold his face in your hands. He waits for a response, but you’re unsure what to say. How do you say the right thing?
“That’s also a Taylor Swift song. Stay stay stay.”
He smiles, cradling your face in his hands.
“You are impossible.”
He leans forward, pressing a warm kiss to your mouth. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest and you’re sure yours is beating at the same pace. He lets go, interlocking his fingers with yours before you join the party again.
“Who taught you how to kiss like that? You’re so ran through, Y/N.”
“You don’t want to know.”
You see him pouting at you as he exits the door, him slinging his arm around your waist as he whines into your hair.
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THIS IS A POST FOR THE HALLOWEEN THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT giving it to ya'll early cus i can't wait until october to actually post it
TW FOR KNIVES N BLOOD 🏃♀️
imagine going to a costume party in the 80's, dressing up as a slutty, revealing outfit just so you could get everyone's attention. you went with some of your girlfriends who basically begged you to go, and tried convincing you to go because hot guys were going to be there, so of course you agreed.
when you finally showed up, everyone was wearing something and practically already drunk and high on whatever they were smoking. you all split up, trying to mingle with people. everyone you met were boring, so you decided it was time for a drink. you went over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, while another hand grabbed one as well, you staring at the figure. you smiled at them, someone dressed up at ghost face. it was probably the most "accurate" halloween costume you've seen all night.
"you chose to dress up scary, huh?"
you chuckled, popping open your beer before actually deciding to talk to the other, "yeah, i guess so. thought it made sense," the voice coming from behind the mask sounded higher pitched and nervous, kinda like a pre-teen. it three you off guard a little bit, but there's not way he could be that young to be at a college party.
"what's your name?"
"er- Kirk,"
he was hesitant, but you just shrugged it off, "why do you sound so nervous? did something happen?" you asked, getting closer to him, bodies accidentally rubbing up against eachother. he paused for a long moment before answering, "oh uh- no, no. you just look really nice.... that's all." he said a little sarcastically, you crossing your arms, looking up at him.
"sooooo.. are you saying i don't actually look good, Kirk?"
"wh- no!! i really do like it- looks hot, that's all,"
you couldn't hide the rosiness from your cheeks, Kirk getting closer, extending an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, walking with you like a guard dog.
"can we get a room?"
you laughed at how straight to the point he was, but you agreed, him taking you to an empty room, locking the door. he hesitated to take his mask off, but he did, showing how much of a literal angel he was underneath.
"sorry, should i put it back on?"
he immediately pulled it on by the jaw dropped look you were giving him, the rest of him shirtless with only boxers on. you stripped as well, only staying in your bra and panties.
he got on the bed, you immediately straddling him, grinding against his knee, his hands slithering up your body to land on your hips, squeezing at the flesh that spilled out of his fingers.
he pulled himself out of his boxers, slapping the tip against your thigh, "can i put it in?" he asked before you hummed in approval. he didn't waste any time before burying the tip inside your seeping cunt, him throwing his head back as he let out a relieved, loud groan.
"mmh.. so wet. fuck yourself on my dick, baby.."
while you were doing that, he pulled out a pocket knife, immediately getting startled because you thought he was going to murder you, but he was softly teasing your skin with it. soon enough starting to lightly press down, carving "kh" into the flesh of your thigh. when he did, you were whimpering and whining at the blade. he ripped the mask of, him already looking fucked out.
you two were going pretty slow and he couldn't take it anymore, ripping you off of him and putting you onto your back, forcing your legs open before going down on you without any warning. you were squirming and moaning at the touch, gripping at his curly hair, pushing him down and thrusting your hips up.
he chuckled at your desperation, him closing his eyes before sucking harshly around your clit, earning a few high pitched gasps and name moans from you. the slurping sounds were getting louder and messier before you came in his mouth.
your legs were shaking and involuntarily closed when he pulled away, him wiping his mouth. he bent down to lick over the blood on your thigh before he kissed you.
"so good, felt so good.."
he said softly before laying next to you. you felt bad for not making him cum, so you decided to blow him too, just to return the favor. the fast pace made him whine, pushing your head down softly before immediately shooting his load down your mouth. you choked a little but then brought your head back up to rest your head on his chest.
you had a fun time, and maybe you should listen to your friends more often. you two both passed out soon after that, Kirk holding you close and bringing a blanket to cover the both of you.
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Johnny Slaughter x Reader
MINORS DNI
Johnny made you swear to be his alone, but he's never been faithful. After two months of neglecting your needs, you confront him.
Cut down to just the smut, read the full post here or on my ao3
Contains: abuse, angst, blood, degradation, humiliation, knifeplay, mentions of self-harm, implied cannibalism, jealousy, fingering, hate-fucking, and breeding
You remained on the couch until the door to the basement clanged open. Johnny had been down there for a while with his third victim this month, and by this point, your jealousy had you seeing red. You stood up from the couch and turned to face Johnny in the narrow hallway by the stairs. He wiped his blade off on his bloody shirt and locked eyes with you.
"We need to talk."
"Yeah, you haven't been pullin' nearly as many people as I have. Losin' your touch, sugar?" He taunted, leaning against the staircase and toying with his knife.
You put your hands on your hips. "Some months I got more than you did!"
"Yeah, like that month you brought in those slimy truckers. I couldn't even stomach their rancid, fatty meat." He spat in the corner by the door. "But it figures. You have lower standards than I do."
"'Cause I'm not sleeping with them!" You yelled, your fists trembling at your side.
Johnny's smile grew so wide it reminded you of a great white shark.
"Jealous?" He purred.
Your face heated, and you sputtered. "No, I fucking hate your guts, you piece of shit! Why would I be jealous?"
He pushed off the staircase and approached you slowly, a dangerous sway to his step.
"Needin' some attention? Has mean ole Johnny been denying you?" His tone was sickeningly sweet as he stopped in front of you, making your rage feel small and insignificant in his overwhelming presence.
It was true. When you were first brought home, Johnny had fucked you and only you daily for two straight months. He was the only thing you ever looked forward to in this hellhole, but in the last few months, Johnny had been using you less and less.
And you couldn't deny the anger that swirled in your gut whenever he brought a girl home. You knew how he was; you remembered how he'd hooked you that first night, and some of those girls he brought home had that same cock-drunk look in their eyes, some even willingly descending into the basement before realizing their fate.
It ate you up inside. Johnny had sworn you to him, but he took whoever he pleased, and the jealousy was making you more irritable than usual. You probably would have brought at least two men home this past month if it weren't for your overly-aggressive demeanor scaring them off.
But you couldn't help yourself. When you got horny, you were straightforward about it. Johnny had gotten you used to being with him, and without him to satisfy your urges, you were becoming more unhinged.
So now that Johnny was inches from you, admitting he was neglecting your needs with that cocky grin on his face, you couldn't believe the surge of desire that coursed through you. You hated how your body reacted, despised the urge to close the gap between your bodies, and grab him by his slicked-back hair, mashing your lips onto his. Damn it.
Johnny leaned even closer, whispering against your ear. "I can smell your cunt, you little slut."
Your face flushed deep red, and you pushed Johnny away as hard as you could. He took two staggered steps back, which gave you an odd sense of satisfaction.
That was until his predatory eyes narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine. He closed the distance between you two in one stride and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled against the wall, cracking the drywall under the force of his kiss. Johnny couldn't care less.
His hands found your shorts, practically tearing them off your body to plunge his thick fingers into your needy core. You gasped and blushed harder as you heard the sound of your wetness squelching around his digits.
"You fucking brat," he growled low in his throat, biting your lip. You whimpered in response as he withdrew from you, bringing his fingers to your lips. You parted them, sucking yourself off him greedily, your eyelids fluttering shut.
When he removed his fingers, he harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You've been a real bitch lately. Are you in heat or something?" He asked mockingly.
"Shut up, Johnny," you panted.
He ignored you entirely, turning your chin from side to side. "You need fucked, don't cha?" A slow grin formed on his handsome face. "Beg me for it."
Blood flooded to your core at his words, but you tore your chin from his grip. The words 'I'd rather die' welled up in your throat, but you realized Johnny might take you up on that offer, so instead, you glared at him.
"I'm waiting, darlin'," he drawled.
Your eyes unwillingly traversed his body, and you thought about how good that muscular form under his bloodied clothes felt against you. The thirst was truly getting to you, and he looked like a tall glass of red-tinted water.
Shame flooded you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, Johnny," you mumbled.
"What's that, doll? Please, what?" He asked, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.
You gave him a spiteful look, hoping that your hate might set him on fire. "Please, fuck me," you said through gritted teeth.
"Ahh, there's my little kitten. You'll need to do something for me first, though," he said.
"Oh, come on!" You spat. "What could you need from me that you don't already get from your sluts? I'm the one who isn't getting any!"
Johnny couldn't have looked more pleased. "Jealous AND possessive. How pathetic."
Your anger grew white-hot, and you slapped him. Hard.
The instant your hand made contact with his chiseled jaw, you knew you'd made a grave mistake. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he slammed you against the wall by the throat. You felt his blade against your collarbone, digging in, rivulets of blood rapidly staining your shirt.
"I'm sorry!" You squeaked out from between already-bruised lips, memories of the first time you'd begged for your life flooding your senses. He tightened his grip.
"Remember who you owe your life to, dollface," he snarled, pressing the knife deeper. "I like that bitchy mouth of yours, but if you ever try to hit me again, I'll end you. Understand?"
You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, unable to muster more than the tiniest of breaths. Yet, even as your life balanced on a knife's edge, your desire dripped down your thighs.
Johnny loved a fight, but when he fought, he always had to win. In Johnny's mind, the only true victory was taking his opponent's life. His demand meant he didn't want to kill you, you realized. He was holding himself back because... some part of him wanted you around.
Johnny's eyes moved from yours to your cheeks where tears formed salty streams that raced down to your chin, slipping down your neck and pooling against his grip.
You always knew Johnny loved tears; be they from fear or ecstasy. As light began to prick at the corners of your vision, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far.
All at once, he released you, and you fell to your knees, choking on air.
"Suck my fucking cock," he commanded. He gave you next to no time to recover before his thick length was in your face, stiff and upward-curved.
Your throat was already aching, and you could barely breathe, but you complied, taking his flushed tip into your warm mouth.
His cock was salty and musky, and your envy flared. Johnny was never yours, was never going to be yours, but you had grown to crave him, and the fact you were likely tasting another woman on his cock made you livid.
There was no woman in the world who wanted to please him more than you did, and you were going to show him that he needed you at least half as badly as you needed him.
You poured all your hate, anger, and devotion to him into sucking his cock. Johnny was a narcissist through and through, and for some fucking reason, you reveled in it. The higher you put him, the higher he brought you with him, and the harder you fell when he spurned you.
Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as you forced yourself to deep-throat all of him. He let out a delicious groan. "Fuck yeah baby, take it!"
You gagged and sputtered, saliva gushing from your lips when he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you as far as you possibly could go. He held you there, choking on spit and pre-cum, until you couldn't take it anymore and pushed off his muscular thighs, stumbling backward onto your ass.
Johnny took this as an open invitation. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and slotting himself between them.
"You need this cock, don't you?" He said, using one hand to tease your clit with the slick head.
"I need it," you respond, your voice raspy.
Johnny grinned wickedly before he plunged into you, making your back arch off the floor and your legs tremble.
"Knew you were too proud to ask me on your own," he said as he gripped your hair and thrust so deeply into you that you saw stars, "so I wanted to see how long you could hold out. After all, it ain't like I wasn't getting any."
Jealousy bubbled up yet again from your core, and turned those stars in your eyes green. You needed him to know those sluts had nothing on you. They weren't form-fitted to his cock, they weren't so rabidly in…
Your mind drew a blank. In love?
No! You hate Johnny. He's your captor. Your judge, jury, and executioner.
You love him?
You really were pathetic. Tears bloomed in your eyes again, and as Johnny sunk his teeth into your already-bleeding collarbone, you sobbed out loud.
He ground his hips against yours, his cock completely filling you. "There's my girl," he rumbled against your bloody skin. You practically melted. His girl. His. But he wasn't yours. Even though the two of you were clearly sexually compatible, and you couldn't do much more in his personal life for him than you already were, he still remained out of reach.
Then, it hit you.
"Cum inside me, Johnny," you begged.
His harsh thrusts slowed. "What?" He pulled back and looked down at your tear-swollen eyes gazing back up at him so desperately. "You're joking."
You shook your head.
"Then you're a fucking idiot," he muttered, returning his attention to your neck and rocking his hips so that you felt him at every angle.
"No, I'm not!" You protested, and you felt his smirk against your neck before he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.
"You are, but I'll humor you. Why?"
He wasn't moving, he was just holding you impossibly close, planting small, bruising bites up and down your neck. You felt every inch of him viscerally, and lust clouded your mind as you struggled to articulate your thoughts.
"I- I want-" you moaned, writhing in his grasp.
"Speak up, sugar," he chided, digging his fingernails into your hips.
Fuck. Your vision was spinning, and you let your head fall back and hit the hardwood floor. Johnny didn't allow you to rest long; he took one powerful hand and gripped the back of your hair, pulling you to face him.
"I already know, so why don't ya just admit it?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours.
Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips. "I want your baby, alright?" You admitted, humiliation mixing ice with the fire in your core.
"Honey, there've been more women than you who've wanted that. What makes you think you're so special?"
Shame and desire in equal measure painted your cheeks, but you finally knew what to say.
"I'm the only one you kept."
He hummed against your pulse point. "You already kinda act like a mama; cleaning the house and makin' my favorites for dinner." Johnny's lips, which had traced a path along your neck, paused for a moment. He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "But I thought you hated me."
"Hate you so much it reached the end and flipped to the other side, I guess," you conceded.
Johnny rewarded you by slowly resuming his thrusts, giving you the cock you craved so primally. "I hate you too, baby. I hate how every damn thing you do drives me crazy, how you make me lose control then force me to keep you safe from me."
He leaned close, fire burning in his gaze. "I hate that I can't kill you 'cause I can't imagine my life without you in it."
In that moment, as your lips met again, it was a collision of contradictions—the fierce passion that had grown in the midst of hate and chaos.
Johnny was on a mission now, and you felt it in every fiber of your being. He sat up on his knees and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, pistoning his cock so deeply you felt the head bruising your cervix.
But you didn't care, you reveled in the pain. Johnny was claiming you, finally. All those women, and none had him like this—breeding them like the bitch in heat that you were. You moaned so loud Johnny broke the kiss with a cruel laugh.
"You hopeless little slut," he chided as he moved one hand to your back and bent toward your chest. He licked at the still fresh blood before reaching your nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sending shockwaves through you.
You gripped his shoulders and rode him harder. A low groan escaped his lips, and you felt his length somehow become even more hard before a warmth spread through your core as his cum shot deep inside you. The sensation was too much to bear and you came as well, holding onto him for dear life as you rode out your orgasms together.
When he was done, he laid you back down on the floor and stood, leaning against the wall and gazing down at you, the girl he'd chosen to claim entirely.
You laid spread-eagle on the floor, your chest caked in blood, wanting to meet his eyes but unable to move as his precious cum seeped from your abused pussy.
"Get used to this," Johnny said, as he grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit up, "you want my baby, you're gonna get it."
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9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍
"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI
warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy
A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3
You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.
Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.
the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.
You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.
"okay, I gotta go baby"
you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him
"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt
"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.
You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.
thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.
It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.
You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.
Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.
"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.
"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again
you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.
"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.
"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft
You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.
"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."
he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump
"yoongi-"
"what?"
You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.
neither of you got out yet
"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.
He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred
You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"
His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out
"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"
"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body
You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."
He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"
You choked "jealous??"
"yeah, jealous"
"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."
"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke
"youre a dick, you know that?"
he nods, smirking
"proud of that?"
"meh" he shrugged
You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.
"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.
His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.
He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.
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Fic idea in case you need a fic idea for a rainy day (only approach if you’re in the mood to write an entire fic and need an idea):
You and lunch club!schlatt break up after years of being in a semi-toxic relationship. Schlatt realizes how much he fucked up and how important you are to his life this after a week or two post-breakup and decides to try to get you back. This doesn’t work obviously… but the way he was so genuine, sincere, and vulnerable did make your already broken heart sting a lot and make you wanna almost get back with him right then and there (what can I say? he has a way with words 🤷) but you reject his advances nonetheless because the mistakes he made of neglect and drunkenness are too much to bare. So he promises you that he’ll become a better man and the person you deserve, you’re flattered but you obviously don’t believe him, but he promises you that he’ll change for the better.
And he does just that, even pulling a Mr. Darcy of writing all of his wrongs; he drinks less, he goes to therapy to manage his shit, he spends more time with his loved ones, he gets cats, etc. etc.
Meanwhile, you start dating again but almost every relationship post-schlatt don’t really feel right and you break up within a week. The ones who do don’t really go past a month due to problems on their side and eventually you give up on relationships all together, opting to just focus on you, your hobbies, your pets, and your friends.
Those same friends are what made you and schlatt meet for the first time in two-three years and boy seeing him again is like night and day.
He clearly has gotten more wiser (and handsomer) over the years and just he seems more calmer, more content with himself. You watch him as he interacts with his friends and coworkers alike and he is still just as (if not more) charming and funny as he was all those years ago. You couldn’t help but feel a familiar warm tingly feeling inside as his brown eyes stare softly at you, he’s clearly still in love with you.
You went outside and watched the stars ‘cause the party you were in was starting to get a lil’ crazy ngl, but as you felt the summer night wind blowing onto your skin and hair… you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You jump as you look behind you, only to see your ex behind.
“Hey doll.”
“h-hi…”
“Long time, no see.”
You notice as you two started conversing how his voice and accent has gotten deeper over the years, with the rumble and preciseness of his voice making you feel things inside *wink wink* ;)
That isn’t the only thing that changed ether, his larger frame and his features are reflected beautifully in the moonlight, his chops and stache highlighting his perfectly round face.
He chuckled.
“Like what ya see?”
You blush, clearly he still has an effect on you, and it’s only gotten stronger after seeing him and his changes.
But as he gets closer to you, you couldn’t help but move away from him cause at the end of the day, no matter how perfectly handsome he’s gotten, to you he’s still that same drunk coward that you’ve broken up with…
He backs off after seeing your tense response.
“Shit! ‘M sorry toots, ‘s shoulda asked before approaching you like that…”
“It’s fine…”
“No.”
“Wh… wha-“
“NO ITS NOT FUCKING ‘FINE’ TOOTS! I SHOULDA ASKED FOR YA FUCKIN’ BOUNDARIES BEFORE APPROACHING YOU LIKE THAT, ‘SPECIALLY AFTER BEING SUCH A SHIT BOYFRIEND T’ YOU!!”
This was the moment you saw that maybe… just maybe… he may’ve kept his promise from all those years ago…
And after awhile of you guys being emotional and vulnerable (and you guys making out at one point) you decide to try this whole relationship thing again.
But this time, you guys are taking things slow.
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@lvrj4mie
Listen to 'Abstract (Psychopomp)' by Hozier while reading.
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Time had marched on, and the years witnessed the gradual unwinding of your life with Schlatt, bringing it to a bittersweet conclusion. The relationship had been a tumultuous journey, a roller coaster of emotions and experiences that had taken you both to highs and lows. It had been marked by moments of laughter and love, but also by the darker shades of neglect, intoxication, and emotional turmoil.
It wasn't an easy decision, but you found the courage to walk away from what had once been so familiar. Deep down, you knew it was the right choice, even though it meant saying goodbye to a significant part of your life. The weight of emotional turbulence, nights filled with drunken turmoil, and the ever-present sense of neglect had become too much for you to bear.
The relationship, once a source of companionship and affection, had turned into a source of distress and unease. You had outgrown the toxic patterns that had defined your connection with Schlatt, and the desire for a healthier, more stable life had led you to this pivotal moment. The decision to part ways was painful, but it was a step towards personal growth and the pursuit of happiness and well-being.
Schlatt, however, was not one to immediately recognize his shortcomings. It took him a week or two of partying and hookups post-breakup to realize just how much he had messed up, how important you were to his life. He decided to make amends and try to win you back, showing a level of vulnerability and sincerity that tugged at your already broken heart.
His genuine words and the deep remorse he expressed made you waver for a moment. He had a way with words, and it stung to see him so vulnerable, so willing to change for you. But the memories of the pain you'd endured throughout your previous relationship and the way his eyes remained on the floor during his apology (which was expressed with a voice not unlike that of a child's) were too fresh, and felt too artificial, you knew that trust needed to be rebuilt from the ground up.
Schlatt's earnest promise was one that stirred both flattery and caution in your heart. As he professed his desire to transform into a better man, one worthy of the person you deserved, you couldn't help but be touched by his sincerity. But you were wise enough to be cautious, not entirely convinced that change would come easy.
He was persistent in his efforts to win back your trust and affection, vowing to change for you. However, you knew that this kind of transformation wasn't something that could happen overnight. Schlatt's eagerness to mend his ways was admirable, but you recognized that it would be a journey filled with its own set of challenges and hurdles.
Your hesitation was grounded in the understanding that true change required time, patience, and dedication, and you knew that Schlatt's optimism might not fully grasp the depth of the commitment required. Nevertheless, you remained open to the possibility of growth and healing, cautiously watching as he began to take those first steps towards becoming a better man for your sake.
After several months of Schlatt's persistent inquiries, where he repeatedly asked if he had become good enough for you yet, you would respond with a simple, "What do you think?" It was an open-ended question that left him in the realm of uncertainty, and while he longed for a definitive answer, you were still grappling with your own reservations.
The back-and-forth exchange weighed heavily on both of you, leaving Schlatt's hopes in limbo and your heart in a state of indecision. It was a tug of war between the past and the uncertain future.
Eventually, after much contemplation and the realization that Schlatt's persistence wasn't enough to change the past, you made the difficult decision to block his number. It was an act of self-preservation, a step towards emotional healing, and a way to protect your boundaries and find the clarity you needed to move forward.
You ventured back into the dating world, hoping to discover the connection and happiness you once shared with Schlatt. However, it seemed that every relationship post-Schlatt left a void, as if the depth of connection you were searching for had been lost. Some relationships fizzled out within a week, failing to ignite the sparks of passion and understanding you sought. Others stumbled upon various issues, leading to their untimely demise after a mere month.
The accumulating frustration and disappointment began to overshadow the hope of finding something meaningful. In light of these experiences, you eventually decided to give up on relationships altogether. It was time to redirect your focus toward the aspects of life that brought you joy and fulfillment. You embraced your hobbies with a newfound intensity, dived deeper into your passions, and cherished the companionship of your pets.
Your friends continued to be pillars of support, and you treasured the bonds you had cultivated over the years. This chapter of your life was defined by personal growth, self-discovery, and the pursuit of a life filled with purpose and contentment. In the absence of romantic relationships, you found that you had everything you needed to flourish, with a future that held the promise of happiness on your own terms.
This chapter of your life was marked by personal growth, self-discovery, and the pursuit of a life that resonated with your own desires and aspirations. Without the turbulence and complications of romantic relationships, you found the space and freedom to focus on yourself, your needs, and your passions.
You delved deeper into your hobbies, dedicating time to your creative outlets, whether it was through painting, cooking, or any other creative endeavor that brought you joy and fulfillment. Your artistic pursuits became not only a form of self-expression but also a source of solace and purpose.
Your pets remained cherished companions, and you nurtured your relationships with them, finding comfort and unwavering companionship in their presence. Their loyalty and unconditional love were a source of solace during moments of solitude. And when they died, you knew that they had fulfilled their purpose of comforting you during a dark time and that the light at the end of the tunnel was getting ever closer. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Your friends provided a solid foundation for you to lean on and a shoulder to cry on, and you reveled in the warmth and comfort of their company. They celebrated your achievements with you and provided a supportive network that enriched your life and helped you find a sense of belonging and purpose.
As you immersed yourself in these experiences, felt and recognized the pain that came along with being alive, and surrounded yourself with the people and activities that brought you joy, you discovered that you had everything you needed to flourish and lead a fulfilling life. The absence of romantic relationships did not diminish your happiness; instead, it allowed you to focus on creating a future that was defined by your own terms, where contentment and purpose were the guiding stars of your journey.
It was during a casual get-together with those very friends that you and Schlatt met again, two or three years after the breakup. Seeing him once more was like night and day. He had grown wiser and more handsome, radiating a newfound calm and contentment. Watching him interact with friends and coworkers, his charm and humor remained as strong, if not stronger, than before. He looked happier. You noted he also looked well-fed, it wasn't due to alcohol but actually healthy food.
He looked so happy, and you were happy. And you were happy for him. The depths of his brown eyes held a soft, lingering gaze that seemed to unravel the layers of time. In that intimate moment of catching his eye, it was undeniably clear that he was still in love with you, and the embers of affection that had once blazed so brightly still glowed warmly within him. His unspoken emotions resonated through his gaze, a testament to the depth of his feelings, which time had not diminished.
You stole a quiet moment outside, beneath the velvety expanse of the star-studded night sky. The gentle breeze of the summer night caressed your skin and tousled your hair, offering a serene backdrop to your contemplation.
As you gazed at the shimmering constellations above, a hand, light and tender, came to rest upon your shoulder, causing you to jump ever so slightly. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of surprise through your body. Slowly, you turned around to discover Schlatt standing there, his presence a sudden and unforeseen interruption to your solitary reverie.
"Hey, doll,"
You turned to face him, meeting his gaze with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "Hi..."
"Long time, no see," he continued, a touch of nostalgia in his voice. His words held the weight of the years that had passed, a reminder of the time that had slipped away since your last encounter.
You couldn't help but notice the deepening timbre of his voice, a resonant cadence that had matured over the years. The rumble and precision of his words held a captivating allure, sending a subtle shiver down your spine, one you couldn't quite ignore.
A mischievous grin spread across Schlatt's face, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Like what ya see?" he teased, his tone laced with the familiarity of an old flame, and a subtle challenge, as if inviting you to explore the undeniable chemistry that still lingered between you.
As your cheeks grew hot, you couldn't help but acknowledge the profound effect Schlatt still had on you. The years had not diminished the magnetic pull he seemed to exert over your heart. His presence had only grown more potent with time, and your undeniable attraction to him remained an unspoken truth.
But, as much as his changed appearance and charismatic demeanor tempted you, you couldn't simply dismiss the past. The shadows of the previous relationship still loomed large in your memory. Despite the transformation in his physicality and personality, you found it challenging to erase the image of the same drunkard who had once caused you pain. The scars of those memories ran deep, and they served as a poignant reminder of the reasons you had chosen to walk away.
Instinctively, your body tensed, and you took an involuntary step back as Schlatt's sudden approach caught you off guard. It was as if the echoes of your past relationship were still etched in your subconscious, prompting an automatic response of caution.
Schlatt, ever perceptive, noticed your discomfort immediately. His face softened, and his eyes conveyed a deep sense of understanding. "Shit! I'm sorry, toots," he admitted, his voice tinged with genuine remorse. "I should've asked before approaching you like that..."
His heartfelt apology hinted at the progress he had made in acknowledging his past behavior and recognizing the need for boundaries and respect. It was a moment of genuine reflection, a gesture that left you considering the possibility of a different future.
Your response was cautious, a hesitant, "It's fine," escaping your lips as you tried to manage the mix of emotions within you.
Schlatt, however, was unyielding in his apology. He shook his head, a firm resolve in his eyes. "No," he insisted, refusing to accept your concession.
Confusion took hold, and you stammered, searching for words, "Wha—"
"NO, IT'S NOT FUCKING 'FINE,' TOOTS!" Schlatt's voice carried the weight of years of regret and the raw emotions of his past actions. "I SHOULD HAVE ASKED IF YOU WERE COMFORTABLE WITH ME BEIN' CLOSE TO YOU AFTER ALL I'VE DONE TO YOU!"
His words were laced with an intensity that seemed to surge from deep within him, an outpouring of remorse, like an immensely heavy ball and chain that he had been dragging along all these years. The guttural emotion in his voice resonated with the profound sincerity of his feelings, and it was impossible to ignore the depth of his regret and the promise of change.
In that poignant moment, something in Schlatt's demeanor reached deep within you, sparking a glimmer of hope that he had indeed kept the promise he made years ago. The genuine remorse in his eyes and his readiness to make amends spoke volumes. It was a turning point, a moment of reckoning that held the potential for healing and forgiveness.
After a heartfelt and emotional conversation where both of you bared your souls and acknowledged the pain of the past, there was an unexpected, passionate moment when your lips met his as rain began pouring from the night sky. It was a raw and unscripted exchange of emotions, a rediscovery of the connection that had once drawn you together.
With your newfound understanding and the burning desire to rebuild the bridge that you had burned and road-blocked, you decided to give your relationship with Schlatt another chance. However, this time, you both agreed to take things slowly, savoring each moment and giving your hearts the time they needed to mend and reconnect.
As you observed Schlatt's transformation and maturation over the years, it became increasingly evident that he had become a changed man. His dedication to personal growth, his commitment to healing past wounds, and his maturing understanding of what it meant to be a better partner painted a promising future. With each step forward, you were willing to explore this new beginning, guided by caution, but also by the belief that love and change were possible. Together, you embarked on a journey to rebuild the trust and connection that had once seemed irretrievably lost.
And, deep in your heart, you knew this chapter would be your favorite.
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HEAVENLY DRINKS
CHAPTER 2
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PAIRINGS: Alastor x F!Reader
SUMMARY: In this chapter, the protagonist finds themselves in a confrontation with Alastor, known as the Radio Demon. Vox, another character, intervenes, leading to a tense exchange. Later, the protagonist returns home, reflecting on their fame and current situation. Alastor is just annoying.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Mature Content, Sensitivity, Alcohol use, like HEAVY, (It was noted in the intro that reader is an alcoholic but gets better throughout the story), Verbal Altercations, Implied Violence, Character Behavior, Sexual References, News Media, Emotional Turmoil, Cliffhanger.
NOTICE: please don't steal/copy/translate my work. But thanks for liking it, though!! ^^ Posting chapter every friday but this one is early! Asks are always open, but i can’t get to all of them at the same exact time so if yours is answered right away…You might be lucky 🙏
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The waitress squeaked out of fear and ran to Lucifer knows where, clearing the space of view between you two.
‘Fuckin’ wimp.” You thought.
“No manners these days, am i wrong?” The deer said, turning his head to face yours.
You snapped out of your trance, “Uh…I was doing just fine my myself.”
“I could tell.” he smirked, “You must be pretty desperate to drink every single type of liquor in here.”
You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he replied, “For starters, you were naming those liquors from the top of your head like the songs in your albums..”
You only blinked.
“Secondly, you’re dressed like a prostitute. Thirdly, you’re not even wearing a bra,” He cleared his throat, “Fo-”
“What gives you the fuckin’ right to call me out like that?!” You argue, “Do you know who I am, fuckin’ asshat?!”
Alastor’s demeanor shifted more eerie, along with the lights in the establishment, “Do you know who I am?” He retorted, “I think somebody needs a quick lesson since they’ve missed some classes, shall we?” He asked, sizing up his form.
You snarled, “You cocky…”
“What the fuck is going on here?!” A loud voice yelled from the entrance.
Both of your heads turned to meet a vision on Vox standing at the entrance, clearly fuming.
“…Why the fuck-“ He points his claw to you, “are you doing he-“ He then snaps his like of view to Alastor, “I-what the fuck?!”
You started to laugh like a child, only now you were a drunk-full-grown-not-mentally-stable-and-not-currently-alive-adult.
Until Alastor slapped you on the back of your head to stop.
“My office, now!”
***
Vox’s office was dimly lit, with soft jazz music playing in the background. The walls were adorned with paintings of various musicians, and shelves lined with books and trophies. A large desk dominated the room, with a sleek computer monitor and stacks of papers piled high on its surface.
Alastor sat across from Vox, observing the scene before him. He seemed to find this situation amusing for some reason.
But you certainly didn’t.
This was not how you wanted your first day out to go.
“What do you want from me?” Alastor asked, his tone casual. “I’m already banned from this fine establishment, am i not?” He chortled.
“That’s the fuckin’ problem,” He slammed his fist on the desk, “I don’t even know why i bothered to bring you in here.” He growled.
Vox then shifted his eyes to you, “-and you.” he added, “You shouldn’t even be showing your face here. do you know how mad i am at you?!” He yelled in your face sparks igniting in his antennas.
“…What.” You gave him a droopy smile.
He groaned, “How much drinks did she have, fuckin’ hell-“
“-34, my good sir.” Alastor intervened.
You chuckled, “No, i had like, 4 shots.”
“Well, you must be mistaken, because i counted 34 drinks.” Alastor corrected, bending his neck slightly.
“Wh-hold on, why were you watch-“
“Enough! That is not what we are talking about.” Vox yelled, standing up from his seat to show authority.
After a surprising moment of silence, he continued, “Y/N, You literally vanished from sight a day before we had a massive show planned at my convention center,” Vox answered, sitting back down, “I know you weren’t told that you aren’t welcome here, but you aren’t and it should be obvious.”
You stayed silent for a moment, getting sober by the second. How long ago was that?
“…Sorry.” You crossed your arms.
“Now you see how none of you are allowed here?” He folded his hands on his desk, looking down and sighing in stress.
“…Yeah, yeah.” You said.
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Walking out of the building, you jumped slightly when you felt a claw on your shoulder.
“You really don’t remember who I am, little lady?” Alastor said, turning your shoulders to face him.
You looked up slowly, relaxing the alcohol in your body, “No, i know you. Just thought it was funny.” You put a hand on your hip. “You used to put my songs in your broadcast in intermissions, if i remember correctly”
He laughed, “My highest point of listeners.” He grinned.
“I don’t remember much, though,” You admitted, scratching your cheek. “Kinda what i was wanting las’ couple of years.”
“I’d imagine.” He replied, “Drinking every night for forty years isn’t healthy, even for someone like you.” He scoffed, still
plastering the same grin on his face.
“wh- ‘someone like me?’” You questioned.
He sighed, “Look, i know you haven’t been seen for a while, but that doesn’t mean that we forgot about you, if that’s what you’ve been wanting.” He clarified, “You’re a well known woman, but you’ve had…issues since you were alive.”
“good way to bring down the mood,” You scoffed, “i thought we were just getting along, y’know?”
He laughed, “That would be a headline, for sure.”
You tilted your head in confusion, “You’re weird.”
“You’re drunk.” He claimed back.
You growled, about to bite back, but he cut you off, “It seems our time here is up,” He said, now looking at his watch (that clearly does not exist) on his wrist, “My radio show starts in little over ten minutes. Ta-Ta!” He waved goodbye, walking past you.
You began to walk over to him, to give some piece of mind to him, but he then materialized into the shadow.
“Piece of trash…” You muttered, beginning to walk away from the building.
***
As you unlocked the door to your manor, you can’t help but wonder why, after all these years, people still remembered you?
You stepped inside, kicking your heels off.
That was the whole point in rotting in this trash bin, anyways. You couldn’t have all this fame, it wasn’t ethical.
You tossed your fur coat into the laundry room.
And on top of that, you were banned from one of your favorite places. who the fuck does that? He’s just jealous-
You plopped your body onto the plush couch, not bothering about the feeling of your dress riding up your thighs, as you would’ve.
“-yeah, jealous,” You said aloud, “He’s a fucking television, I’m full bodied. I’m a legend and he’s just a piece of trash.”
you scavenged around the coffe table’s under-cabinets until you found a half empty bottle of wine-
…and let’s not forget that stupid deer.
“After all the fucking fame i probably got him, he just treats me like imp-shit. I was just tryna be friendly, start a little fake fight, but noooo-“
You took a large swig of your bottle.
“He just had to get me in trouble, embarrass me, and walk away as if nothing fucking happened.”
You sighed.
You looked at the bottle that was now empty.
…And think if… you did this to yourself?
“…Nah.”
You take off your jewelry, take off your clothes until you were in a bra and panties, and sprawl yourself on your couch, reaching for the remote and turning on your television.
“He’s probably getting… bullied on the news or somethin’.” You muttered to yourself, laughing softly.
Swapping through news networks-
…Oh fuck.
“Famous singer and dancer star from back in the day, Y/N (or stage name idk), Has returned to the bustling streets of the pentagram after 40 fucking years of an absence!” Katie said clenching her script sheet in hand with a shit-eating smile on her face.
You always felt bad for that other guy next to her…
-That’s not the point.
“…apparently, she got into a little fight with the infamous Radio Demon we all know and hate, Alastor! Talk about the conversation of a 40 years!” She added as a laughing track played.
You cringed, “Fuckin’ bitch.”
“But that’s not all! Apparently, this has caused quite the uproar among the fans of the two. Some are worried that our beloved star may never return to performing again, and is just scavenging for some drinks and dicks! While others are ecstatic that she has finally reappeared after such a long time.”
“…Fucking hell, m’ not dealing with this.”
“In other news-”
You turned off the tv, tossing your remote onto the floor.
“Her boobs are so fuckin’ fake, I hate that bitch.” You ranted, Stretching your back and staring at the ceiling.
“…Let’s see, ok…I’m out of books to read.” You noted, “…No more alcohol in this stupid jail cell of a shit hole…” You noted as well, “…and I’m all over the news now…”
After a moment of contemplating life, you sit up again and go to your room.
“I should go to another bar…a really expensive one…” You muttered, immediately rummaging through your closet.
“…I have a lot of money anyways…” You grinned, “Probably more than that stupid dear. I could probably hunt him and eat him…it would taste…” You looked down to your naked body for a moment, thinking, “…like…if it were medium rare, really good…”
“-What was that?” a static voice asked from across the walk-in closet.
“What the fuck?!-“ You turned around, covering your boobs, “How the fuck did you get into my house, pervert?!”
“I’m sorry, dear. But I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Alastor said, crossing his arms, “And for the record, I’m far from a pervert.” He said, squinting his eyes.
“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You demanded.
“Well, you see-“
“No, no. No explanations. Get the fuck out of my house, perverted demon!” You yelled, throwing a shoe at him.
He caught it without effort and stared at you with his red eyes, “Excuse me? You…just asked me why I was-“
You narrowed your eyes, “Oh my gosh, you are so annoying, i can do see how Vox hates you now…” You groan, looking for a robe.
“…You know,” he began as you continued to search, “There’s a saying that goes along the lines of, ‘Drunk men say wise words’ I believe?” He questioned aloud to himself, “…I don’t think that goes for women.”
As you tied a robe around your waist you put your hands on your hips and looked at him. “What are you doing here.” You asked.
“…” Alastor waited silently.
“…Like…actually.” You clarified.
Alastor nodded, “I came to make sure you were alright.” He said simply, “You were rather intoxicated earlier today.”
“…”
“…And you were also not wearing anything under the dress, it kept slipping off.” He added, adding an awkward laugh to it.
“…”
“…So, naturally, I was concerned for your safety.” He finished.
“…”
“…Was it something I said?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“…”
“…Or maybe it was the fact that you threw your shoes at me.” He stated bluntly.
“…Wait- why would it be about the shoes?”
Alastor smiled, “Never mind, it sounds much nicer in here when it’s down one voice.”
You scoffed, “What the fuck is your problem? didn’t you come over here to check in on me?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
You rolled your eyes, “Then why are you acting like an ass all the sudden.”
“Actually…” He pondered for a moment, “…I was hoping you would… join me for dinner.” He replied casually.
You raised a brow, “Dinner?”, You said flatly, crossing your arms.
“Yes,” Alastor confirmed. “I’ve…prepared a special meal for us to enjoy together.”
“…That’s so mean.”
“…What…what do you mean?-“
“You’re just tryna get me to not go to a fuckin’ bar.”
He laughed blandly, “You are very wise, my lady.” He claimed, “But, may i remind you that a free dinner cost less than putting another 34 drinks onto your tab?”
You looked at him confused, but then realized something that disgusted you, “Are you gonna feed me cannibal food?”
He laughed, “For you, I’m sure it’s your favorite meal, but for me, yes, it is a cannibal meal.”
“…What-“
“Medium rare deer?”
You gasped, “Stalker! I fuckin’ knew it!” You claimed, getting another shoe from the ground and getting ready to throw it.
“Don’t!-“ He grabbed the shoe from your drunken-soft grip, “-you dare.”
“…Just don’t go to the bar,” He sighed as if taking care of a toddler, “I’m doing you a favor.”
“-And why would the Radio Demon care?”
“…It’s not pity,” he began, “…I just get second hand embarrassment seeing you drunk.” He grimaced.
“Nah, you just want me and not want anybody else to check me out.” You grinned, turning around to rummage through clothes again.
“Excuse me?” He said, offended, “I don’t view you that way whatsoever.”
“It’s okay, I worked hard for my glutes.” You slugged out a laugh, “Plastic balls wouldn’t look good in my skin.”
Alastor let his disgust cease for a moment before sighing, “I’m leaving. But,” He pulled out a pen from out of nowhere and wrote something down on a piece of paper, that also appeared out of nowhere, and handed it to you when done. “-If you ever need anything. You know, since you’re so vulnerable outside right now, I’ll be at this location.”
‘Hazbin Hotel, Morningstar District.’ It read.
“I’m not vulnerable, I’m just really hot and everybody wants me.”
“…Ugh, okay,” Alastor said to himself, “I’m out. Goodbye, Y/N. Until we meet again.”
And he was gone with the shadows.
You sighed, “Probably still watching me.”, you said aloud, pulling out a black silk dress from the mountainous pile on clothes beneath you.
***
You awoke in the morning to a pounding headache.
You groaned, rubbing your temples as you sat up and opened your eyes.
Your gaze fell upon the empty bottles of liquor strewn across the room and a wave of regret washed over you.
“…At least I decided to buy more.” You said to yourself, sitting up as you yawned and stretched.
Your eyes drifted towards the nightstand next to the bed and saw a glass of water and some painkillers.
You smiled softly, thankful for the kind gesture your past self gave you.
You popped the pills in your mouth and drank the entire glass, feeling slightly better after the medicine kicked in.
You looked at the clock on your wall, seeing that it was only 7 am.
Sighing, you get out of bed, ignoring the fact that your entire outfit from last night was still on (including the heels), You stalked your way over the kitchen to make some hangover stew
After a few minutes of chopping, mixing, and boiling, you finally had a bowl of hangover soup in front of you.
You took a bite and moaned.
It tasted delicious, as usual from your cooking.
And decided to turn the TV on.
Which was a bad idea.
Many news channels reporting on the Pride Ring were showing pictures of you and Alastor at the bar and outside the building-
“Could this be the relationship of the century or a big fluke?” The news reporter asked the audience-
Switch.
“-Another soul for Alastor to collect? Find out more after-“
Switch.
“-Personally, I wouldn’t date her if i was him, yeah?” The television guest claimed to the news reporter now on screen.
…what?
“I mean, look at her. Her boobs are flat and her ass looks fake. I mean, she could’ve at least had some surgery happen in those 40 years or bought some pads for bras.” He added, making the reporter laugh-
Click. Off.
You slammed the remote down and groaned.
You had just gotten out of a 40-year-long-hangover and now the world wants to talk shit about your body?
And you?
Great.
This was a great start to the day.
You got up, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table and taking a swig, feeling the burning sensation in your throat and the dizziness in your brain.
“…What am i doing to myself.” You said, looking at the bottle.
“…I should go to town and find a fuckin’ news reporter,” You claimed, placing the wine on the coffee table, “Fuckin’ rumors spreadin’ like that guy’s ass…” You trotted to your room to find an outfit.
You stopped, looking at your outfit from last Night, “…or jus’ fix my makeup.”
***
Strutting into the heart of Pentagram City, this was probably your first time appreciating how much eyes were on you and those…’phones.’ (which you found out the name from the television.)
You walked with confidence, but also with a little bit of embarrassment.
But mostly confidence.
You looked around, taking in the sights of the bustling city and the sounds of people chatting and laughing and yelling.
Alastor submerged from the shadows next to you, walking by your side.
“Enjoying the outside, my fellow homebody?” He asked with a grin.
“Not now, Alastor.” You said, scanning the area.
“Now, What’s gotten you so worked up with smarts?” He asked like a babysitter, “Haven’t seen you this focused since…never!” He laughed.
You scoffed, “Some guy dared to insult me on live television.” You answered, “Called me flat on my Himalaya’s.”
“…Your what’s?” He asked.
“My boobs, Alastor… they’re not that flat are they?”
I’m not answering that question.” He announced.
You pouted.
“Think of the headlines, dear.”
“…Yeah, you’re right.” You shrugged.
“So,” Alastor started, “Anything i could do to help?” He asked, clenching his cane in curiosity.
“…I needa find a popular News station. So i can announce my…opinions n’ stuff.” You said, “a popular one around these parts.”
Alastor thinked for a moment, “…Ever suggested to yourself…Vox 2 Nite?”
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Hiiii! How are you?
Don't hate me, but they had no right to make Ian cuteee-
I'm sorry! He's just adorable! I would take him back-
That sounds toxic, but ANYHOW. how would Ian react to MC taking him back?
This is the first post I’ve ever gotten about Ian omfg-
I aint gonna yuck your yums, I agree they had no right to make him so adorable. He’s quite cute aha~
Now, let’s write!
Contents Inside: Heavy Emotions (Crying, Anger), Uhhh Ian getting a bunch of speeding tickets most likely, You fucking slap his hoe ass, Cuddle times.
18- DNI, even though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer
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Countless missed phone calls, some unopened letters, he was desperate. He was desperate to win you back, or even just a word from you. He didn’t know how you were anymore because of him. All those memories from your guys’ childhood just vanished like that because of him and he hated it. If only he hadn’t went to that bar. If only he hadn’t finished that last drink. Maybe you’d be still together.
Tiresome nights, he still hasn’t gotten over you. And you couldn’t get him out of your head. You find yourself wearing his old shirts when you go to bed. The way his smell lingered in your nose was comforting yet infuriating. You’d sleep in his untouched room, on that same bed you’d talk to him in.
Was this normal? You know “getting over with” is different for everybody, but why is it lasting for so long? Why do you still love him? Why can’t you bring yourself to love someone else after months have passed? Why do you have the sudden urge to call him back and tell him you love him?
You shouldn’t. He cheated on you, regardless if he was drunk or not. He hurt you so badly, you don’t know if he’s only going to do it again. But, you can’t help but to find out. You want to hear his voice again one last time and have it not be his crying.
Your phone was vibrating on your nightstand. You leaned over to check who it was, and sure enough it was Ian. Your heart was racing, should you answer it? Do you want to try at this again? You’ve known him for the longest time, and you know he wouldn’t cheat on you to be a dick. That he wouldn’t hurt you just to hurt you. Maybe he really was sorry. Maybe you should answer it.
Letting out a sigh, you pick up the phone and press ‘accept’. You hear a shocked gasp from the other line.
“Y/N?! I-Is that you? Oh god..please I’m so sorry, I-“
“Come over. We need to talk.”
“Wait wh-“
You hang up and throw your phone across the room: Did you really tell him to come by to what was once both of your homes? And is he going to see that you still kept everything of his intact? Your heart is pounding, your mind is racing, you don’t know what to do or say, but you know that its not gonna be good.
Were you happy about this? Were you really going to let him back into your life after that last few months have been a living hell? So many questions and not enough answers. It felt like you were in your bed panicking for only mere seconds until you heard a knock on your door.
It’s him.
It’s…him.
Practically falling out of your bed, you try to wipe away your tears as you crawl out of your room and towards the front door. Should you open it? Are you really going to do this. Yes, you are. You unlock the door, and slowly open it up.
Standing in the door way was a light brunette haired man, freckles covering his soft face. He had a brown coat on, with a rough pair of jeans. His neck wore that necklace you once matched with.
You looked up at him, tears still streaming down your face. He clenched on his bag strap harder, trying not to do anything rash. Furrowing your eyebrows, you clenched your fists, and brought up a hand to slap him as hard as you could.
Ian immediately let go of his bag and held onto the side of his face that you hit him on.
“Ow!! I.. that was deserved..”
Like a typical day in Autumn, you couldn’t not let out your rain. Tears just falling down from your eyes, you tried your best to keep up your composure, but you couldn’t. Ian let go of his face. It was obvious that he wanted to go inside and hold you in his embrace that he had done so many times before. But he refrained.
You jumped in his arms, holding on for dear life as if he was going too disappear into ash and crumb.
“You’re a fucking dick! I hate you so much! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!”
You hit him after every emphasis given. Ian didn’t say anything about it. He just wanted to comfort you. His hands ran up and down your spine as he tried to shush you softly. Like he had always done beforehand.
You hated how it felt so nice. How it felt so good the way he treated you in the moment. Eventually he let go off you, and you managed to calm down enough to start a basic conversation.
The two of you talked, you actually talked. After so long, you got to see each other, and it was actually nice. Ian talked about how it went on, and how he was deeply sorry. He went on his knees and practically begged for you to take him back. That he couldn’t live without you.
And to be honest, you knew you couldn’t either. He was one of the only things on your mind since he left. You knew you couldn’t get over him. You lept into his arms again, and held him close. You weren’t crying this time, at least not that much.
He pressed a kiss against your forehead, his hand resting behind your back, playing with your hair.
“I’m sorry Y/N.. I-I know that I-“
“Shut up and just.. stay with me..don’t leave me again..please..”
“You really mean it? You’re not just saying that..?”
“Do you want me to change my mind? I-I’ll be honest.. I couldn’t get over you either..it was hard.. You left me Ian. You left when I needed you most.”
“I won’t leave you again. I-I will always be here, okay? Please, I promise, I-I love you, you’re m-my everything..!”
Should you fall for those sentimental words again? Are you truly ready to start things over? It’s hard to decide, but you have an answer. Yes, you’re ready. Slowly but surely.
“J-Just come inside..”
You finally step aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. He walks over to that same familiar couch that the two of you got off the side of the road in a “rich people” neighborhood.
The two of you managed to calm down enough. Your ear pressed against Ian’s chest. Your breathing almost aligning up with his. He had both his arms wrapped around you. Its been awhile since you had done something like this with him. In general its been awhile since you had done anything with him.
Sure, its going to take a long time to build up trust with him, but at least he’s willing to do anything for it.
After so many nights of crying yourself to sleep, this was the one time in forever where you could sleep happy. Even if it meant getting back with your ex. And happily so.
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1.06 - ceres
the one second lead in: the music, the handwashing, the VOICE, and then it’s him! jon bernthal!!! jon bernthal is mikey
and the moment you realize he’s mikey, it makes you hit your head. because you saw the back of his head for a second and who else could it be? you heard him speak to carmy in carmy’s head and who else sounds like that? every rewatch you will see him and hear him before this episode and think to yourself: “how the FUCK did i not know it was him the moment we got that glimpse of him?”
i love that mikey is wearing a beef shirt, just like richie does in the present day
i love the charisma of this story. that mikey can talk about being drunk and high at 6:45am with richie and we the audience are just like “hell yeah, what a night!” and how in the flash forward and in future episodes we see the immediate narration from the creative team behind the scenes telling us: no, no, no. this is BAD
this is the most chicago story of all time. ceres bar, savvy, bill murrey, blackhawks. just pure chicago
i love that the quick mention that richie went behind the bar to grab a informational pamphlet about ceres, the goddess of agriculture, and about ceres the bar, and how it will come back to play in the episode when richie talks to syd
fun fact: in the restaurant where present day richie is on a date; the kitchen of that (real chicagoan) restaurant is where they filmed carmy’s new york kitchen flashback in episode two. it’s funny that the kitchen was played off as new york, but the dining room was set in chicago where it actually is
the quick snap to the present to listen to richie/no-charisma richie/lost-without-his-best-friend-richie is so good. because mikey is so engaging that we totally forgive and forget the element of the story where he was drunk and high at 6:45 in the morning at a bar. but when richie tells the story it’s deeply sad and we realize it’s sad. and it makes me wonder how much of mikey’s problems weren’t dealt with because he was charismatic? how many people thought he was totally fine until he died, and then looked at the people around him and saw how sad they were and realized how sad mikey must have been?
i saw a really funny post online where someone was saying they thought richie must have been skimming off the top of the bear because he was wearing a $6,000 suit that was perfectly tailored to him. which is hilarious to me, because this is a tv show. carmy is wearing a $60-$120 t-shirt. A T-SHIRT! we’re being told that both of these guys are broke-ish, operating a broke sandwich shop. they’re not stealing from the shop, they’re characters on a tv show. i love the idea of richie skimming from the top, but as we see more and more as the show goes on, richie is committed and wouldn’t do that
that song that plays as we come into the beef. i’m blanking on the name, but it also played in ferris bueller’s day off, which is also set in chicago. i’m just assuming it’s a “chicago song”? i like it though
richie twisting his poor date as HER fault as he recounts it to tina. so real. i’ve talked to a lot of richie’s who go on a lotta dates and when they tell me about it afterwards it’s always THEIR DATES fault, and never their own. “no sense of humor, no sense of chicago history”. not, “we’re in our 40’s and i’m trying to entertain and impress her with a bill murrey story about being high and drunk at a bar at 6:45am”
“OK LISTEN UP! okay, i just yelled like that?” “yeah, make it worth it” THATS HOW YOU RUN A FUCKING KITCHEN! like, i know carmy gets so much shit for how he runs the kitchen, and i’m not trying to excuse his NUMEROUS faults. like with his mental health, how he expresses his feelings in a professional setting, and his obvious shortcomings with managing a shop. BUT a dishwasher felt empowered to make an announcement to the whole shop about taking tape off of bins they toss in the sink, and i love it. it’s the little details that show that carmy IS actually a good, caring, empowering boss who probably deserves to be the boss. he just also has his struggles, which is why he needs sydney. which is kinda the point of the show? or at least one of the points
ok. i know that i complain about syd a lot; WHICH I DONT WANT TO, because syd is the best. BUT i think it’s overlooked that the show does try to balance syd and carmy. neither are perfect. and it shows here where syd is diving into a conversation about her new dish, and carmy REPEATEDLY tells her “now is not a good time, can we do this later”, but she barrels on ahead. now, can we assume that she’s probably tried to talk with him more than just this once? sure. but how do you expect to get carmy’s OK if he’s saying “not right now” and you insist “now”? i really like how this show gives both carmy and sydney faults. i like that syd is as excited and peppy as carmy is hesitant and a bit cynical. it’s very: elder service industry vs. new service industry. when i started out i was very syd, and by the time i left i was very carmy
another mention of the story arch for risotto, and the to-go! now they’re lumped together. risotto to go (which is fun to say) AND also, is kinda weird and hard to do. risotto is a sticky mess and if it’s anything less than perfect is barely worth eating and to-go’s thrive on food that is worth eating when it’s less than perfect. because it’s been sitting in a box for 10min - 1 hour. 15 minutes in and risotto is crap
the fact that carmy says: “i’m thinking about it. have you thought about the work flow? have you talked to manny and angel (about dishes)?” and when syd says “yes” he says “okay. now you know where i’m coming from. we have just gotten this place to a kinda functioning, chill place. i’d like to keep it that way for just a bit.” shows a good amount of managerial insight. like, i love syd for wanting to jump into these ideas and work towards creating the restaurant she dreams of with carmy. but the hardened realism from carmy of “this is a journey, and there are a lot of working parts, and a lot of those working parts are human beings who we need to make sure are onboard with coming in this journey with us. so we can’t just forge ahead and have them dragging their feet behind us”
of course, that good moment of managing then follows right into carmy not knowing how to work with the irs with the beefs taxes. which is so fitting. carmy is good with food, and (in my opinion) respecting people who aren’t pretentious. he’s not good at business. but nat is (…foreshadowing!!!!!)
carmy and cat saying “you’re yikes” to richie is so on point. and richie hopping into their sibling chat, like he thinks he belongs (because he does think he belongs in family talks) is also on point.
“i know exactly where it is” SMASH CUT to nat and carm in the office NOT FINDING IT. this is comedy gold. rough, gritty, painful, amazing, comedy gold
it’s interesting that in a scene where we focus on the end of it, the beginning of it we see richie burst out the door and sigh looking like he’s absolutely exhausted and the ONLY thing that can save him is a cigarette. thats when he looks over and sees the bar closed. but why would he be exhausted? we know the place hasn’t opened yet. we also know he doesn’t do anything except man the register (and “manage”, whatever he thinks that means for himself). so his job hasn’t really started yet, but he’s exhausted already??? we know he suffers from dread (from episode four) and takes xanax. i wonder if he was having a panic attack come on and a quick smoke was going to help soothe the nerves. not that i know from experience or anything….
if you think marcus sleeping on the floor of the kitchen isn’t something that has happened at your favorite restaurant…HAHA, so sorry to disappoint you. for a million reasons it happens. sometimes there are people so obsessed with getting something that they stay late and don’t want to go home just to come back, sometimes they are homeless (either short or long term) and it’s all they got. but it has probably happened at your favorite restaurant. sorry if that bothers you
i like the back and forth between syd and richie here. syd is reaching out in a generally nice and friendly manner, and richie responds mostly in kind. but richie’s somewhat hypocritical response of being sad the bar is closing, because it is another spot that he see’s as “his” that is closing. even if he was pseudo-banned from the bar. it wasn’t the bar he went to, but it was in HIS neighborhood. that makes it HIS community. like family. you don’t have to see eye to eye, to appreciate them in your life and be sad when something bad happens to them
but it’s also nice to hear syd’s side of things: these older (maybe dingier) places are shutting down and being replaced by “nicer” spots, because in her mind the people of the neighborhood deserve nice drinks and food
i love the sorta surface level debate about gentrification this show brings up. because richie likes what the river north neighborhood had to offer: the beef. the bar next door. these familiar places for working class, everyday people. sydney likes that nicer/trendier places are coming in because that’s gotta be “good for the community” as everyone says when something like that goes into a “rougher” neighborhood. i remember like 15 years ago gentrification was a GOOD THING in so many (white, conservative and neo-liberal) circles. a “good restaurant” was going to bring jobs, class, and clientele from outside the neighborhood to come into the neighborhood and spend their money, and then there will be more money for this neighborhood. of course, most of the people in those neighborhoods learned that as time went on, more “nice” places moved in, and they brought in more “nice” people from outside neighborhoods, and suddenly real estate prices went up, and suddenly rent went up, and suddenly those “nice” people from out of the neighborhood started moving in, and suddenly the businesses and the people who had been in that neighborhood for generations were getting squeezed out. i know richie is concerned about gentrification (even if that word is never used) out of his own selfish purposes, and his own fears of himself being squeezed out as the beef gets better. but i don’t think he’s fully wrong in what he’s saying. the owner of that bar lost his business, people who worked there lost their jobs. a sweet green is going in across the street. the river north he was raised in is disappearing, and without the love and anchoring of his best friend, he might disappear too.
in this talk between richie and sydney, we see richie pull out his knowledge of cerses again! he clearly read that pamphlet deeply. and also he must have identified with cerses a lot if he has retained all this info. but again, richie isn’t dumb, he loves phillip k. dick. he reads. he might be bad at stories, and explaining his analogies properly, but he’s not dumb. i love the poorly spoken idea of richie talking about the ceres statue not having a face, because when it was built it was the tallest building in chicago, no one could see it, so why would it need a face if no one could see its face? but then as time went on buildings rose up higher than the statue and now everyone could see it has no face. we know richie feels connected to ceres (his voicemail is bill murrey saying that they’ve reached “the goddess of agriculture”). he’s the statue with no face. he used to feel like he was on top of chicago, but now everyone is rising up past him, the beef is getting updated with a classically trained menu, and they can see that he has no face. which actually says more about him, than the others around him. he says they’re ruining things by making “bigger buildings”/changing the beef/improving the beef. but he’s actually scared that they’re going to improve to a place where everyone can see that he actually “has no face”/he’s not as good or important as he says he is. they’re going to grow up around him, and not need him anymore. he sees it as ruining a perfectly good statue, but really he’s reacting out of fear
i love that his talk about gentrification and the neighborhood changing too much is then interrupted by a bullet going through the window. the neighborhood isn’t changing too much
plus, his first move is to talk to the mobsters that hang out next door about if they knew anything…the neighborhood still has some ways to go
i also love that these gangsters are also soprano stereotypes, but it’s also spot on for a lot of italian mobsters in chicago
we see a little inking of who richie is, and his real role at the beef and his skill set with his talk with crooked john. he talks to him without fear, with an obvious previous relationship, and they share a conversation with respect. richie knows they exist and in his eyes they’re a part of his community, his little family, and as such they also deserve his respect. and after their talk, richie asks him if he could find anything out about who shot the window, and crooked john immediately gets guys to go and check it out. this is richie being the tallest point in chicago; this world is being squeezed out, but for a long time this was him being top dog of his world. but now the sweet greens are moving in, the buildings are growing in taller than him
also, i LOVE that crooked john says “alright, don’t go calling the police.” and richie says “what do you take me for? this is me we’re talking about.” ACAB, we love it. no police! (okay, it’s not strictly ACAB, but it IS a wide belief of working class people that cops aren’t going to do shit for you if you’re not rich enough. you gotta look out for yourself, and your community). this is what neighborhood watches were made to be, until white upper-middle class suburbanites made them into gossipy-call-the-cops-on-people-of-color-just-out-walking-their-dogs-at-night kind of things. so many studies show that neighbor and community solidarity actually does a better job at keeping the community safe and people cared for than any amount of money invested into police presence. just sayin’
sugar, in this moment, is SUCH a upper middle class individual. we’ve seen her nice house. we know she’s not living in the area anymore. she had an urban flight. she’s so upset that she owns a spot where bullets can fly through the window. and, yes, in this moment we’re supposed to focus on the fact that carmy is pushing for everyone to keep working so that they can open on time and not lose business. it’s more about carmy’s denial of feelings and always working and pushing so he doesn’t have to deal with his own issues. BUT notice how everyone is working together without qualm. for them, this is a part of life. and yes, not a good part. but if they don’t open, the shop probably closes and they lose their jobs. when nat asks to call the cops, in unison they all say “no cops” (ACAB ACAB) why? because cops aren’t going to help, and they know. some of them might be illegal immigrants. and again, if you think illegal immigrants aren’t in your favorite restaurant, or even cooking you your favorite meal…sorry for the rude awakening. everyone in the restaurant is dealing with the issue themselves, as they always have, because they live in a place where cops don’t come to help, but only cause more problems. nat, who lives in a more residential area, most likely a suburb outside chicago (from the looks of her house), and her whiteness and blonde hair, means she’s probably more used to the cops helping her. this show is about class and race, and anyone who says otherwise is wrong
a rare moment of harmony between carmy and richie. “paperwork’s not really my jam” “me neither”. they didn’t teach paperwork at noma, nor at devry. we have this sweet moment that shows richie and carmy’s long history together, and the fact that they’re cut from the same cloth. they even share a cigarette
“is there a name for that feeling where you’re scared of something good happening because you think something bad is going to happen?” “i don’t know. life?”
richie being in his ex-wife’s phone as “richie bad news” is so harsh. i have never been divorced, but i can’t imagine trying to poison my kids image of their parent to the point where they think their dads last name is bad news. but we’re just seeing so much of richie’s life
“oh shit! it’s the man with the golden dick! how are ya tom?” is���…just a wild line to say to a customer when they come into your shop. i have so many questions. why does this man have a golden dick? why are you commenting on it? what transpired between the two of you (a guy behind a register, and his customer) that you have “golden dick” as context, and you feel comfortable bringing up said golden dick? ALSO, i’d love to know if this was pre-written by the writers, or if ebon ad libbed it himself. it feels like ad lib but, if it is written, i want to meet the person who wrote it. or, even more, IF THEY PITCHED the line in a writers room. like if someone sat at a table with the rest of the writers and someone was like “what should richie say to this customer?” “what about…’oh shit, it’s the man with the golden dick’?”
BUT i LOVE that this scene shows that richie IS GOOD at his job. i feel like it’s skipped over a lot this season. but richie is personable. he’s good with people. he talks with people friendly, personably, and it’s obvious why he’s front of house
ok. syd’s dish she wants to add to the menu does look AMAZING
but see, syd asks carmy if now is a good time to try her dish, he says yes, and he thanks her for asking. like…before syd was rushing things and pushing. carmy owns a business, he’s looking for tax shit, he’s got a million other business things he’s working on to make sure the place doesn’t close, and he’s working the beginning of the dinner rush and overseeing the line, which means he’s keeping track of every dish and what everyone is doing to make sure it all is up to quality. so, he’s busy. telling syd he can’t do something right then isn’t a dick move, he’s BUSY. but now he can talk with her, and try her dish
WHAT I WILL SAY THOUGH, and i’ll say it now and bring it back up when it comes up in future episodes is that he doesn’t tell her what’s wrong with her dish BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW. and he has to be the best chef, and not knowing drives him crazy and he doesn’t want to admit he’s stumped. he tells her it’s tremendous but it’s missing something, but he won’t tell her what it’s missing because he doesn’t know himself. this is a dick move. some might say he’s trying to teach her, but he has no problem pointing out other flaws in the dish that she says she’ll fix. he also has no problem correcting others to help dishes be better. but for this dish, he can’t tell her what’s wrong. not because he’s “wax on/wax off” teaching her, but because he really doesn’t know. i’ll talk about how i know that carmy doesn’t know what’s missing from the dish as the clues pop up (but that will be in a different episode). but this is a dick move on carmy’s part. a real golden dick move.
i’ve seen people say they’re so confused why syd would’ve given her dish to a customer. but i’ve seen that all the time. it’s not enough for a family meal. plus it’s not time for a family meal. it’s during dinner rush. so she can either toss it, or give it away. and giving it away makes that customers day. i’ve both given stuff away, and received stuff. and it did make my day. the fact that he happens to be an “immensely important customer” (that we’ll learn about next episode) is just a bit of tv happenstance
i just realized with this watch through that nat says it pisses her off that carmy never asks her how she’s doing. and that made me think about the flashback episode in season two. we’ll talk more when we get there, but it’s interesting that nat always asks her mom if she’s okay. and she’s mad at carm for not asking her.
i love the duality of where nat and carmy place their blame. nat blames the restaurant for their mom, for mikey, and now for carmy. and she’s scared the restaurant is going to do the same thing to carmy that it did to mikey. carmy blames their mom and mikey for their own faults and sees the restaurant as a neutral place that happened to take the brunt of their faults. it’s also telling that carmy’s happiest memories with mikey are when they’re cooking, and he found cooking to be an escape from his traumatic and toxic family. but nat seems to not find cooking an escape and does it occasionally and for family care, and nothing else
i love the slow opening up of carmy. he admits he feels trapped and that he doesn’t want to ask how others are feeling because he doesn’t know how he feels. it’s just that little bit closer on carmy’s journey to personal mental and emotional health
i also think it’s symbolic that as the restaurant is failing, and carmy and nat are fighting over the restaurant but also fighting over their relationship and what the restaurant represents for their family, their own wellbeing, and how carmy’s attempts to save the restaurant are slowly killing him and leading him down a path that nat fears will repeat mikey’s mistakes, it’s only after carmy and nat have a heart to heart and share their feelings that carmy (as the one who finally opened up) found the tax documents that they needed to give to the irs to save the shop. because it’s only through mental and emotional health that the shop is going to be saved. like nat was saying: less chaos, solid footing
the repeat of the lowboy checks, and it’s nice to see them look perfectly adequate. i mean….we’re dealing with lowboys, it’s not like i’m going to be blown away by good food storage
i’m not sure if i’ve mentioned this in these live bloggings before. but i’ve been to chicago a few times, and i’ve seen a few fights break out on more than one trip. so, the fact that two gangs begin to fight outside of an italian beef sandwich shop…….that tracks for me? i’m not saying it’s a specifically chicago thing, i’ve seen other fights break out in other places (i once went to a bar twice, and each time a fight broke out) but like…this doesn’t feel like tv happenstance to me. it kinda feels like a chicago scene to see two rival old school gangs fight
“WHERES MY GUN, ANY OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TAKE MY GUN???” ohhhhhhh richie
the fact that syd, a tiny tiny human being shoves herself between to tall and large men, who are clearly mob connected, is WILD. she’s a better person than i am. but whatta great save: pop and sandwiches for everyone if they just calm down. but keep it on the DL. i love sweeps asking these people to betray their gangs rivalries for food and they’re like “eh. ok.”
i also love the slow undercurrent of sweeps’ backstory. sweeps tells marcus that when he used to play for the cubs he had to sleep in a few creative places. crooked john asks him about the changes and sweeps says “this is what happens when you sweep the padres but fail the drug test”. i love it
it’s wild to me that not being able to get into a fight between the two arguing gangs is what sets richie off. we know he’s having a bad day. he’s missing his best friend especially bad, he’s reminded that his daughter thinks his last name is bad news because his ex-wife has his name in her phone as richie bad news because she says he always calls with bad news. he feels like the ceres statue being passed up by every new building being built. but like…..the fact that he couldn’t be the mediator between two warring factions of mobsters is wild. it’s wild.
i love that the scene of richie flying off the handle; of lashing out by telling a loud raucous story that disrupts everyone’s routine, their system, (the new system), is kicked off by ebra dunking his hands into ice water to handle a bunch of hot meat on a grill. that method is OLD SCHOOL, maybe old school like richie is old school. the kind of old school that thinks yelling and laughing and slapping people on the back is okay during a dinner rush
it’s also so good that this is how richie lashes out. he has the cigarettes in his hand, even though just a few weeks ago he took the blame for leaving cigarettes out during a health inspection. he’s interrupting the workflow, even though we’ve repeatedly seen carmy yell at him about getting back to work and letting everyone get into their zone. he’s lashing out like this intentionally. and his outburst at sydney makes sense because she’s the biggest threat to him. carmy is family, his “cousin”, in his community. even as carmy is threatening to build taller towers that surpass richie, it’s more okay because carmy is in the family. but sydney isn’t. richie doesn’t know sydney, or care about her past. they didn’t grow up together. she’s an outsider, and so when she yells at him to get back to work, it allows him to freak out at her. she symbolizes everything he’s scared of, and she’s the one who solved the gangsters, the last bit of usefulness he thought he had
and it’s also so good and powerful that it’s tina that talks to him. tina is the one who was with richie the most. she was the most resistant to the new system. she laughed when things failed, she was making things harder for syd. but now she’s better. she’s figured it out. this new system is better. she’s more efficient, she’s cooking better food. she works at a place she believes in, and she believes in herself for the first time in a long time, if not for the first time ever
so tina telling richie he needs to go home, and cool off, and if he quits where else is he gonna go is simply so powerful and good. because that’s kind of the point, and richie doesn’t realize it. most people in that shop have nowhere else to go. maybe they’d find another job, but maybe they wouldn’t. they were just people working in a struggling sandwich shop and carmy (and sydney) have allowed them to believe in something more, because sydney and carmy believe in them. and richie either needs to realize that, yes, he’s ceres statue and everybody else is a taller tower, but he’s being offered a ride to the top of one of those towers if he’d just let go of his pride that he used to be the tallest one around. “where are you gonna go?” is so cutting. he’s got this misplaced pride and tina is saying he’s got to let it go. because if he can, someone is willing to help pick him up and take him to bigger and better things
and the fact that it’s so wrapped up in the past. tina brings up mikey “seemingly” out of the blue, but it’s because richie talks about the place being cool before. he calls syd and carm kids. because richie is a middle aged man who realized that he pissed his life away attaching himself to “the wrong person”. which also probably has guilt attached to it. he followed mikey to the gates of hell and then mikey left him there. richie is divorced, friendless, working a register at a sandwich shop, with a strained relationship with his daughter who is the only person he seems to really care about, and now these young people are coming in and changing everything and he’s scared that he’s going to get pushed out. it’s a midlife crisis to end all midlife crises. his best years are behind him (in his eyes) and he never thought about the future and now the futures here and he’s unprepared and it’s partially mikey’s fault but you can’t be mad at the dead, right? there’s so much guilt, and pain, and trauma, and everything in this convo between tina and richie, because tina gets it. but tina jumped over to another building and rode it to taller heights, and so she’s trying to get richie to do the same
AND THEN AND THEN: right after richie leaves it’s so smooth in the kitchen. and that’s the point. people are moving in and out, swapping to different stations, starting prep the moment someone finishes theirs without even waiting to look to see if they’re finished because they know they’re done. it’s a well-oiled machine, and richie not being there is truly for the better. there’s even a poppy little tune, people are smiling, it almost crosses the line into weird fantastical daydream territory, but it doesn’t
carmy asks if he wants to know what happened out there and sydney says no, just that she gave some people some leftovers. i just realized this now: is she talking about the gangsters or her dish? obviously, she’s talking about the gangsters, that’s the most immediate thing that just happened, but she also gave away her dish and that’s been the conflict between her and carly all day. is it a duel meaning? am i just high as i watch this episode? idk, you tell me
but also, carmy then apologizes to syd if he was shitty to her and she acts as if it’s no big deal. like, he’s trying. like he says in season two, he’s not trying to be shitty. idk, i just feel like people always talk about carry being angry and mad, but he really is shown trying
the poppy song and scene being cut to richie outside having called the cops (ACAB RICHIE, ACAB) on the gangsters is so good (i know i say good a lot). because specifically was insulted when crooked john said “don’t call the cops” and crooked john smiled and nodded, like “yeah, yeah. it is you. you’d never do that.” but this is like a real low point for him. he’s been talking about the delicate ecosystem, showing respect for the people in his community even if he disagrees with them (like carmy, like the bar owner, like these gangsters) and now he’s betraying his own morals, the morals of the staff at the beef, and fucking with the ecosystem he said he cared about and worried about how delicate it was. it’s showing that instead of just getting on the elevator to a taller building, he’s fighting a losing fight to hold onto his pride. syd took his pride when she handled the dangerous, scary gangsters, so he made the gangsters go away
but what’s also so good about this closing scene is that it still goes against what carmy is all about and the work he’s doing at the beef. carmy is fighting to not have the people of the beef be squeezed out with the changing of the neighborhood. he’s trying to teach people with no formal training — cooks — classically trained recipes and elevated methods to make them into chefs. but carly doesn’t want to change who they are. like he said in the third episode, he doesn’t want to change their dynamic but harness their potential. he even joins in the choir saying “no cops” when nat suggests it. carmy would never call the cops on the gangsters. case in point, he DIDN’T call the cops on the gangsters. no one did. there was this universal understanding; almost a respecting of the delicate ecosystem. and richie is the one who threatens to fuck it up by betraying everything he believes in just to hold onto his pride, and to push against carmy’s system. it’s almost like he knows mikey’s system is truly, completely dead in this moment. carmy’s system has won. and as the last holdout to join carmy’s system, and with mikey’s system destroyed, instead of moving forward richie becomes a free agent doing whatever he feels like, without a system, or a code, that he draws on. which is kinda scary if you think about it.
BUT THATS THE EPISODE
it’s so good. final thoughts: i love last episode and this one; these sort of break from the carmy show (and i love the carmy show) and allowing us to get a little deeper into the lives of the other main characters. i think it’s done even better next season (and we’ll talk about it later when it comes up)
my last thought has nothing to do with anything that happened this episode, but just something i thought of while watching the show: carmen, michael, richard. but we their nicknames are carmY, mikeY, richIE. they all have that “ee” sound. natalIE, sydneY. they also have that “ee” sound, but their nicknames are nat and syd. no “ee” sound. is there a reason the guys have “ee” nicknames (and that their nicknames are used more than their regular names) and the women have “ee” names but their nicknames don’t? is this something? or am i just high?
anywho
that’s the episode and the next one is EPISODE SEVEN and i’m not emotionally ready. see ya then!
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my fav fics masterlist part 1 (A-M)
i’m currently procrastinating learning autocad & editing youtube videos, so here i am. this post is long bc of the format of the summaries - sorry about that, wanted to keep them formatted how the authors had them! anyway, this is all my fav fics, alphabetically. this is part 1. part 2 will be coming...at some point. grab a snack, grab a beverage & settle in friends. :)
as small as possible by mickey_d
“Harry is a rather shy omega who's quite convinced everyone (except his best friends) laughs at him behind his back and sometimes to his face.
Louis is a confident alpha who is taken with his best artist's friend.”
a million roses (bathed in rock n’ roll) by deLILAh
“au. harry sings in smoky dive bars; louis misses his flight home. they go to coney island in the morning.
(aka - harry is lana del rey, and louis makes him a star.)”
adore you by @isthatyoularry
““We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.
Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.
Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.”
are you taking clients? by @jaerie
“Escaping had been the hardest thing Harry had ever done. They'd stolen his child and nearly stolen his life. Being homeless and pregnant gave Harry few options. It's a last resort to let men fetishize his body, but the luxury of choice is something Harry doesn't have.”
and the truth shall set you free... by @jaerie
“Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega”
ain’t that a kick in the head! by @karasunonolibero and keysmashlesbian
““Well.” Niall unlocks his phone. “It wasn’t getting the traction I wanted on Snapchat. So…I tweeted it.”
What.
“You tweeted it,” Harry states, nearing a state of brain dead. “To your ten thousand followers.”
Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”
“I’m a what?”
“A meme. It’s like an internet—”
“I know what a fucking meme is, Niall! Why did you make me into one?”
Niall has the fucking balls to cackle at that while Harry looks at the mess his former friend created. Videos of him screaming at Tomlinson about Tide Pods and his ass are being quoted and combined with memes to a create a level of memeception Harry has never seen before. That isn’t even including the thousands of tweets of him falling up the stairs remixed with random Top 40 songs.
~
In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.””
atlas at last by louisandthealien
“He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.
Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.
It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.”
all i want is to fall with you by @2tiedships2
“The pair looked at each other for a few moments before Harry moved forward and gathered Louis in an unexpected hug.
It was nice, but why the fuck was an unknown alpha hugging him? Maybe an even better question would be why did Louis feel so secure in this stranger's arms?
Harry quickly let go and Louis felt something pull at him.
"Sorry," Harry said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Shit, um, that just seemed a natural response for some reason. I’m so sorry."
Louis smiled up at the alpha. "It's okay. Thanks again, Harry."
"You're welcome. I know it's horrible weather, and less than optimal circumstances, but this was a brilliant meet-cute."
What the fuck was a meet-cute?
Or the weekend ski trip where omega Louis discovers that he can’t change a tire and his skiing skills are debatable but still manages to find the alpha who will change his life.”
ask and i’ll obey by orphan account
““So, tell me what you want?” The younger boy demanded, and Louis’ mind filled with inappropriate images of Harry. Everything to do with Harry.
“I…” He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe, and his dick was so fucking hard in his track pants he didn’t know why Harry wasn’t pointing it out.
“You…have to do whatever I say for a whole day.” Louis blurted out.
“Deal.” Harry said without missing a beat, his green eyes shining like the light in The Great Gatsby. His easy agreement had Louis groaning, because Harry already did whatever Louis told him to do.
Or, the one where Harry and Louis challenge each other not to get off to see who will break first.”
and that’s the tea by @2tiedships2
“I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.
Louis had the phrase memorized, even though it had disappeared off its place on his upper arm over thirteen years ago now.
At fourteen he didn’t understand. Soulmarks don’t just disappear. Not unless…
Unless one of them dies.
Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.”
a cauldron of love by @zimriya
““Oh for Merlin’s sake, yes,” Niall interrupts finally. “Harry’s been in love with Louis Tomlinson since that time in second year when he went and accidentally peed on him.”
Harry turns to face him, horrified. “Niall!” he squeaks out. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”
Niall just shrugs and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Aw, come off it, Hazza, was it really a secret?” When Harry doesn’t say anything, he pauses and looks up. “It was?” he says. “Ah, bollocks.””
a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics
““He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.
“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?
Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.
“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”
Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.”
all your mates are here by @londonfoginacup
“"The pack is... It's folding, Harry."
Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.
A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.
Happy Christmas, here's to many more.”
a cage for every ugly spirit by @povverbottoms
“First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.”
at last, at last by @suspendrs
““Come with us,” Tommo says, stopping at the other end of the gymnasium, near the doors. “Don’t let them make you suffer any longer. Come with us, and be human.”
Before Harry has even finished thinking it through, he’s on his feet, gaining the attention of every single person in the gymnasium. What has he got to lose, anyway?
Or, Harry is born into a cult in a post-apocalyptic world, and Louis is the leader of the rebel group tasked with the mission of shutting them down. Together, they make a rather effective team.”
all we have by colourexplosion
“He looks at the person who’s asked him a question and then immediately wishes he hadn’t. He’s beautiful, is the thing, and Harry’s met him before.
“No, sorry,” he says, shaking his head, averting his eyes. It’s an old habit, one he’s gotten better about resisting, but he supposes seeing Louis Tomlinson out in the wild transports him right back to youth club.
“Ah, s’fine really,” Louis says, instead of just walking away like a normal person, “Pretty boy like you shouldn’t be smoking anyway, yeah?”
Harry’s cheeks flood with heat before he can stop it, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Of course. Of course Louis Tomlinson — the boy who basically made Harry realize he’s gay — thinks he’s cute now. Ten years after the fact, and much too late for it to do any good at all.
Or, a 'Grown' au”
a million one, a million two (a million more will never do) by @littlelostpieces
“While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall. As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics. Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids. Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.”
a life that we share (i owe it all to you) by @all-these-larrythings
“When Harry's son came home from school crying he didn't think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.
or
Harry's son get bullied until Louis' son shows up :)”
all the right moves by @cherrystreet
“This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.
There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.
It’s seriously obnoxious.”
boys fall like dominoes by orphan account
“Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.”
baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home) by orphan account
““Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”
Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.
“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”
And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.
[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]”
but if you close your eyes does it almost feel like by pukeandcry
“Marcel’s not sure what the draw is for Louis, but he finds himself looking forward to it, glancing out into the hall several times an hour to see if Louis might be walking by. Louis is just -- he’s magnetic, like he’s got his own gravitational field around him, and it makes Marcel’s stomach jump around nervously just being around him, but it only takes him a few days to realize how much he likes that feeling, the hitch in his chest he gets when he spots Louis across the office and smiles at him.”
burn this flame by @rainbowninja
““You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.“
Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”
“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?
When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.”
but why wonder, why wonder? by @100percentsassy
“The one where Marcel Styles has improbably landed a job in the fashion industry, and Louis Tomlinson is the actor-turned-lingerie-designer he’s been infatuated with for years.”
babydoll blues by @thedevilinmybrain
“Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?”
back to seventeen by @ireallysawanangel
“As a first grade teacher in a small town in Illinois, Harry’s life is pretty simple. He loves his job, is close with his family, and has a best friend he would go to the ends of the earth for. When a new soccer coach starts at the local high school, things start to get a bit more exciting for Harry. Because that coach just happens to be Louis Tomlinson; the guy Harry was unrequitedly in love with in high school.
Or the one where Louis moves back to his hometown and Harry realizes he’s still not over his high school crush.”
business or pleasure by therogueskimo
“Boss: Know why I called you in here?
Employee: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.
Boss: (stops pouring 2 glasses of wine) Accidentally?
or the one where Harry sends a snapchat to the wrong person, who just so happens to be Louis Tomlinson, aka his boss.”
baby shut your mouth and turn me inside out by ballsdeepinjesus
“And it’s good. It’s really, really good. Except they haven’t really talked about any of this and Harry can’t muster the courage to bring it up. Niall’s words at the bar run through his mind nearly every day. Fresh meat. Is this a thing Louis does, then? Find a toy to play with for awhile until he gets bored?
He knows Louis, though. He’s been friends with him for months now and he knows that he’s not just some heartless asshole. But he doesn’t know if this is just a nice convenient hook-up to him or something more, like how Harry feels. And he knows he should ask, but he’s not brave enough. Not brave enough to possibly ruin everything when Harry can take what he’s being offered without complaints.
[harry and louis meet in a mcdonalds. louis is everything harry needs.]”
be my little good luck charm by @100percentsassy
“In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.
The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.”
baby thinking of you keeps me up all night by ballsdeepinjesus
“Louis sputters in response, shaking his head wildly. Harry moves closer, placing his hand on Louis’ chest and trailing it up towards his neck to curve around. “I am younger than you. Bet you like that. Think you can push me around.”
Louis fishmouths, glaring at Harry who reminds him suspiciously of a shark at the moment. He smells blood in the water.
“Is that what this is about, Louis?” Harry asks. He leans in and fits his mouth against Louis’ earlobe, huffing hot breaths into his ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
[harry is a 19 y/o singer and louis is a 29 y/o actor with no love for teenage popstars.]”
but when we kiss... by @indiaalphawhiskey
“Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”
–– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.”
boom, boom, don’t you wanna go by anonymous
“It doesn't take much to convince Harry to participate in Lambda Sig's annual ceremony for graduating seniors. She's hooked up with a few of the brothers already anyway, as lackluster as they were. She has to have her legs and bare bottom half on display for the rest of the brothers in the senior class to see, but she's always kind of liked being played with and definitely likes being on display. She's graduating in a few weeks anyway. What's the worst that can happen?
She doesn't expect contestant number fifteen to blow her mind in the first round. He doesn't let up.”
caught in your gravity by @lululawrence
“It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.
“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”
“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”
Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”
“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”
“What do you want in exchange?”
Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.”
counting the steps between us by zarah5
“AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)”
come in and change my life by @lightwoodsmagic
“He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment.
He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped.
He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was.
Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.
Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.”
cookie jar by fanshae
“Louis catches Harry with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar and stays to watch.”
counterculture by @sadaveniren
“It all culminated to this: Harry in the middle of a crowded basement, music blasting from the live show on the far side, shirtless amongst alphas and omegas who all weren’t covering their scents. He took a deep breath of the heavy air and he felt alive.”
convalescent boy (with a heart of gold) by @londonfoginacup
“Just as the professor beginning to mess with his powerpoint, the door at the back of the balcony creaks open and Marcel looks back to notice Louis Tomlinson, The Louis Tomlinson, slip in and take a seat in the very back.
Marcel is starting to feel like his life is a comedy. Only yesterday was Louis Tomlinson on his floor at the library. Now he’s in his seminar. What is happening?
“Hey Mars,” Nick says, not particularly quietly as he leans over. “Isn’t that your crush?”
Marcel smacks him.
Or, the one where Marcel is a nerd who loves to learn but loves to go to theatre productions even more, and may or may not have a long time crush on the lead in most of the plays, Louis Tomlinson. The same Louis Tomlinson who seems to be appearing wherever Marcel is. Funny, that.”
drape me in your warmth by @husbandau
“TMH era fic where Harry is an omega whose heat comes a little earlier than expected and really, who is Louis to deny him his knot?”
deep in my heart i know there’s only you by ballsdeepinjesus
“"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”
Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”
[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]”
don’t move in (don’t move out) by @2tiedships2
“Only one more week and Harry would be living under the same roof. Gone would be Liam’s alpha scent, quickly replaced with Harry’s. All Harry. Louis was going to fucking die. You’d think Louis would be used to it by now, that Harry’s scent would simply fade into the background like Liam’s did. But Louis had a feeling he would simultaneously be living in Heaven and Hell once Harry moved in.
Louis was pulled out of his thoughts when Niall smacked him on the back of his head.
"The fuck was that for?" Louis asked, rubbing his head and looking at the bloody Irishman he called his other best friend.
"You were basically drooling, mate,” Niall said. “That was a courtesy smack to keep your daydreaming from seeping into your pheromones."”
do you like my sweater? by @icanhazzalou
““Look, for a Sadie Hawkins dance the omegas are supposed to invite the alphas instead of the other way around.”
Niall and Liam shared a look. “That… sounds like the sort of thing you would usually be all over, Lou,” Liam said, face pinched in confusion. Niall nodded his agreement.
“Yeah, if omegas were hosting it,” Louis replied sourly. “It’s one thing if we decide that we’re going to ask the alphas for a change. It’s insulting that they think we need their permission.”
When Harry's alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.”
don’t have to go to the pool by @kingsoftheimpossible
“Louis is the captain of the swim team, Harry is in love with him a bit, and there's this ritual before Big Meets. Everything goes fine. alternative summary: a suspicious lack of swimming for a story involving a swim team.”
dom louis by @comebackassholes (summary is from first work in the series)
“Dear Mr. Louis,
Hello. I’m Harry. I got your contact from a good friend of mine and was wondering if I can get your services. My 30th birthday is coming up and all I’ve ever wanted is to get spanked, maybe more?
If you’re interested, please contact me. I’d love to hear from you.
Sincerely,
Harry
Marcel reads over the words. He guesses there isn’t a much better way to ask for what he needs. He almost changes the name again but decides Harry is fine. It’s generic and nothing that can be traced to him. At least he doesn’t think so. Okay, he’s overthinking again so he clicks the send button before he can talk himself out of it. His heart races as soon as he does. He almost wants to take it back, figure out a way to undo it, but he takes a big gulp of his wine to calm down.
It’s fine. This is fine. He can do this.”
do not falter (there’s a star ahead) by @londonfoginacup
“It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?
The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.”
enjoy the ride by @2tiedships2
““Stop sulking and get up. I have a proposition to make.”
“Niall?” Louis questioned. “Do you think I should put glow in the dark stars on my ceiling?”
He looked over and found Niall giving him an unimpressed look.
“So, no?” Louis asked. “No stars?”
“We’re going on a road trip,” Niall stated.
Louis looked back at his starless ceiling and waved farewell to Niall. “Cool. Have fun!”
“No, you idiot.” Niall let out a frustrated sigh. “You, me, Liam, and Harry.”
Louis glanced over to Niall and back to the ceiling. “Who’s Harry?”
Or the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.”
even as young as you are by ologist
“Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.”
everywhere and nowhere by @2tiedships2
“Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food."
"What has he given you?" Liam asked.
Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though."
"Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school."
"What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?"
"I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you."
Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"”
from eight until late, i think about you by supernope
“After finding out that his University of Brighton roommate has a YouTube channel, Harry starts up his own channel, on which he posts videos of himself doing weekly challenges. He strikes up a friendship with Louis, a popular youtuber in London, that starts in the comments on their videos and progresses to texting, skyping, and talking about each other in their own videos far too often. They fall for each other long-distance, but put off meeting face-to-face as long as possible, too nervous that they'll screw it all up.
Involves a bunch of YouTube challenges (AKA excuses for Harry to get naked), some awkward snapchat mishaps, and a whole lot of pining.”
face your fears by @sadaveniren
“Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.”
foolishly, completely falling by dea_liberty
“"Now that he’s actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. He’s fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, it’s known as Tumblr’s Larry Stylinson tag."
OR: The one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.”
faking it by @donotdialnine
“A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?
Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.”
feel so foolish by @juliusschmidt
“Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.”
fever started long ago by @mediaville
“"Stay." His brain is skipping backwards but his mouth is skipping forward. "Like, in this bed? With me."
The words hang in the air, somewhere in between their naked chests. Louis licks his lips, and a tiny crinkle appears between his eyebrows. "Why?"
Does there have to be a reason for everything? Does everything have to be a debate? Why does Louis ask 'why?' and not 'why not?' Harry's already annoyed that he wants him to stay. "I'm ill," he says, sniffling for good measure. "I need supervision."
Louis hesitates, looking uncertain, and Harry doesn't like that look on him. "It's late," he says eventually. "You need your rest."
"We'll sleep," Harry promises, and as if on cue, he yawns. He is rather sleepy. "It will be restful."
SPOILER: Styles gets his way. It's not restful.”
fiction romance by orphan account
“Harry has a type.
He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.
Niall knows this.
And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.
A punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU.”
freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by @rosesau
“Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.”
follow me down this time by supernope
“Harry first noticed Louis in his second term at Hogwarts, and despite three years of inventing ways to stumble across Louis, he's never managed to actually work up the courage to speak to him. Also known as, self-indulgent Hogwarts AU, because every fandom needs Hogwarts AUs.”
faith, trust, and a little pixie dust by orphan account
“Louis loves Halloween. Harry hates everything about it, but he loves Louis. And Niall loves vodka and glitter so there's that.
Or the one where Harry has been pining for his best friend and roommate for years. It takes a costume party, an Irish fairy and a sprinkle of pixie dust to give this fairytale prince his happy ending.”
foolishly laying our hearts on the table by @runaway-train-works
““You think Harry wants that?”
“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.
“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”
Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”
Or
The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.”
give you my fever by beautlouis
“And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it's driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release.
“I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”
Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.
*x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first”
gathered on wings by @twopoppies
“As Harry lay by Louis’ side, covered in sweat and come, he knew he should feel ugly, messy, ruined, like the life he’d left behind. But something about the way Louis looked at him, the way he stared at him with want and awe, made Harry wonder if he’d ever feel this beautiful again.
Harry rolled his eyes at himself for his momentary romantic dreaminess. As good as this was, he knew it was nothing more than sex. He literally couldn’t afford to fall for just anyone, no matter how fit they were.
-----
What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.
What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.
Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.
Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down. “
gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by @artxghoul
“Harry’s a coffee barista with nothing really going on for him except for the occasional flirting with, some, particularly hot male customers. But when a new guy starts coming in, he suddenly doesn’t know what to make out of any single situation anymore.
or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.”
got my eyes on you by @eleadore
“Harry’s not supposed to take off his clothes, but it’s one of those unspoken rules, much like don’t have a wank with your best mate and definitely don’t make that a regular thing, fuck, what the fuck.”
give a little sing to the singles by @londonfoginacup
“Harry Styles is an adult now, with a real adult job (and benefits! Whatever those are!). He spends his days at the copier. Copying things.
That being said, no one told Harry that being an adult came with a confusingly chaotic boss, a copier machine that would be hell-bent on ruining his life, and a coworker so good looking that Harry might just have to quit. After all, Christmas is coming and if their office doesn’t win the decorating contest, Louis has threatened to break several laws and kneecaps in retaliation.
Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.”
haven by orphan account
“"I take it you’re not a new student?”
“What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.”
“Are you a sub?” Louis asks.
Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.”
Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter.
“Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."”
horizontal like a quarter to three by orphan account
“The worst part is that Louis just wants to get really rough with him. He's wanted it right from the start, and it doesn't make sense, because Harry's always been so gentle and understanding and sweet, and yet all Louis wants to do is fuck him up.”
homegrown by casuallyhl
““It wasn’t an easy decision, if I’m honest,” Harry admits, shoulders sagging in on himself. “Moving is really difficult. My whole life was in Manchester. But Manchester didn’t want me. Leeds did.”
“Well, Leeds is happy to have you,” Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.
Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.
Or, a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.”
hike up your skirt (and show your world to me) by anonymous
“Louis has a very hands on approach to training his new secretary. How else can he make sure Harry realizes his full potential?”
have a nice trip by @kingsofeverything
“While Harry and his roommate Louis are stuck at home practicing social distancing, they decide to take a little trip to pass the time.”
holiday greetings (and gay happy meetings) by @2tiedships2
“"Onwards to drop me off at Robert's before you go to Harry's!" Louis proclaimed when they were safely in the car. Or at least Louis was safely in. Niall was still brushing the snow out of his hair that Louis had accidentally dropped on him.
"We're picking up biscuits first," Niall grumbled as the snow melted into his hair. "You can wait in the car."
After three times of the car sounding like it was dying a slow and tragic death, it finally decided to start.
"This is what happens when you try to change the name of your car after five years," Louis said as a reminder of Niall's stupidity. "You'd be upset too if you were a car named Greased Lightning with a passenger trying to get it renamed to Dusty."
"To be fair," Niall explained, "the name Dusty does seem a bit more accurate."
"Make sure to leave the car running while you're getting whatever you're getting from Harry," Louis said in disgust. "This car is going to choke for good after that comment and I don't want to be stuck at Harry's place when that happens."
Or the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?”
hard for me to know i might see you around by @coffeelouis
“The next profile shows a guy and his horse both crashing into the ground, the bio below reading:
"Hi, I'm Louis, I suck at riding horses so I ride dick."
Harry rolls his eyes and swipes left, but before he can consider the next profile in his feed, there’s a quiet “Oof” from right behind him.
[or, a TINDER AU where Harry swipes left on Louis' joke of a profile, then ends up stuck next to him on a trans-Atlantic flight.]”
in all its imperfections by @briannamarguerite
“From: Louis Tomlinson
To: Undisclosed Recipients
Hello!
I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!
Cheers!
“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”
The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.
"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.
Harry just pointed to his computer.
Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”
“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”
“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”
Harry nodded.
There was more silence. And then, ��Dirty stuff with Louis?””
i wanna get dirty with you by awriterwrites
““You good?”
The man’s voice rang out like clear bells from a church tower, light and airy with a gentle rasp like a knife on toast.
It took Harry a moment to realize he was talking to him.
“Me?” Harry squeaked out, his voice a bit wobbly around the edges.
“Just waiting for you to get settled, sweetheart.”
This guy was a naturalist? The headmaster of an outdoor preschool? Harry felt a little woozy. Like he might collapse or propose. He wasn’t quite sure.
****
Harry is a kindergarten teacher. Louis is revolutionizing education--one child at a time. A conference may be an unlikely place to meet someone, but somehow Harry finds Louis and Louis helps Harry find himself.”
i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby
“Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.
Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless.
The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality.
And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.
(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)”
i want your high love and emotion, endlessly by deLILAh
“au. louis is sick of vajazzling, harry is saving up for a tandem bike, and they master their own destinies.
[or, camboy harry goes in for some intimate detailing, and something big happens.]”
if tomorrow never comes (we had last night) by @fallinglikethis and @all-these-larrythings
“Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important.
“This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.
On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”
Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”
Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"”
i’ll crash until you notice me by @aliensingucci
“Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he's been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn't expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.
Cue the summer loving.”
into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo
“Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.
Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.
Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.”
i’ve been thinking ‘bout it all day lsforever
“When he heard about the job opening, from his nosy Aunt of course, Harry was ecstatic to go down there and talk to the shop owner. Her name is Perrie, and she and her best friend Louis opened the shop together not too long ago. Harry remembers the pair well from when he was in school.
or, Harry gets a job in Perrie and Louis' potion shop. He wasn't planning on the huge crush he develops on his boss.”
i’m not that other guy by @jaerie
“Harry has just come back from maternity leave when he unexpectedly goes into heat. He runs into a coworker on his way out.”
introduction to dynamics by @juliusschmidt
“Louis Tomlinson is the outspoken omega in the 'Introduction to Dynamics' course Harry wishes he didn't have to take. He's nearly certain to present as a beta, after all. Things will be simple for him.”
it’s not what it looks like by @kingsofeverything
“Quarantine allows Harry the time to improve his sewing skills, thanks to the face masks he makes for friends and family. Proud of his work, he posts a picture on Instagram, but it's not what it looks like.”
i’d burn this city down to show you the light by @nobodymoves
“Harry's a sheltered rich kid and Louis's a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry's house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.”
i made a map of your stars by @brightbluelou
“Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.)
or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.”
in dreams by @haydolce
“AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.”
i do not feel the fear of falling (thought i could fly) by turismoemocional
“"After months of being showered with attention from the gorgeous boy, Louis feels like he’s experiencing a drought, and he yearns for even a single look in his general direction. He's pining and he knows it, feels like he's wilting. He can’t decide if being fired and arrested and disowned by his mum would have been the better outcome at this point."
Or - Harry is 19, Louis is 25. Student/Teacher relationships should remain strictly professional at all times... That's not to say they always do. Things get messy quickly.”
it’s halftime. are you ready to go? by @gaycousinlarry
“Reason #12 - Because it's halftime.
Harry would like to think that he doesn’t know how he got himself into this. Only… he’d be lying. Because he knows exactly how he got himself into this. Oh man, does he know, and it’s all because of a certain Louis Tomlinson.
Alternatively - football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.”
it’s like i breathe you by orphan account
“Louis shrugs, grabbing the smoothie and taking a sip of it. He’s not really bragging. But. “I’ve kind of always had everything I wanted.”
“Everything?” Harry asks, genuinely interested, his green eyes wide.
Louis looks at Harry, smiling at him across the table and twirling a curl around his finger. Not everything.
or the one where louis volunteers to teach high school students about the ropes of business and running a company of your own, but he certainly does not plan on running into harry styles.”
i know how to whisk (but teach me anyway) by @2tiedships2
“Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”
Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”
Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”
“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”
With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”
Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”
Or the one in which banana bread just might make Louis change his mind about soulmates.”
it’s in the contract by anonymous
““I can’t make rent this month,” Harry says.
“Awesome,” says Mitch. Mitch is the house leader. He’s the one leading the house meeting. “Free your schedule on Friday, Phi Sigma Kappa are coming over for game night anyway.
Harry swallows, nodding. “Alright,” he says.
Harris puts a hand on his thigh. “Hey,” he whispers into Harry’s ear. “I’d pay at least thirty for you.”
Harry snorts. “Thanks,” he says. “Good to know I’m an expensive bitch.””
just jump by @jaerie
“Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.
“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.””
just for me by @canonlarry
“Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.
(They do.)”
just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface
“Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. “Well, I should–”
“Do you want to come up?”
The words are out of Harry’s mouth before he’d even planned them, and he bites his lip.
“Oh, thank god,” Louis laughs, stepping back into Harry’s space. “I wasn’t, um…” “Wasn’t ready to let go of you yet,” Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis. “Yeah,” Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harry’s curls in his fingers. “Yeah, exactly.”
Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.”
know you better. by @wabadabadaba
“It didn't help that oftentimes Niall and Zayn's other friend, Louis joined them and from all the stories Marcel has heard about Louis, he was positive they wouldn't get along. From their description, Louis was loud, annoying, and competitive. He liked to tease Niall and Zayn mercilessly and he was creative. Being a tattoo artist, Louis knew things about art that Marcel would simply never understand due to his analytical mindset. He was the complete opposite of Marcel and Marcel didn't think he would ever last in a social setting where he had to be with Louis.
or the one where Marcel and Louis fall in love.”
kiss me on the mouth and set me free by @maggieisalarrie
“Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.
And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.”
kiss from a rose by @chloehl10
“Harry is the quiet one in the office no one ever notices. Until Louis does, that is. When notes start appearing on Harry’s desk, he ponders who is behind the kind words, oblivious to Louis’ attempts to get his attention...”
knock knock, i love you by beautlouis
““Well,” Louis says, searching for something to relieve this tension. “I think if a bloke gets kicked out of his stats exam for a knock knock joke, he deserves to hear the punchline, yeah?”
“Oh!” Harry says, beaming. “I forgot where we left off, what was it again?” He looks overjoyed to be exchanging a shit joke.
“Ah, you said knock knock, then I said who’s there, and then you said Noah,” Louis supplies helpfully. He hates that he's actually curious about the rest of the joke. “So, Noah who?”
“Oh,” says Harry, in a much different tone, dragging out the syllable. He looks bashful now. Louis cannot keep up with this boy, it's going to kill him. “Right, well.” He shuffles his feet. Fuck, what kind of knock knock joke gets a boy nervous? “Noah a good place we could get something to eat?”
[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.]”
love is divine by @aliensingucci
“Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.”
let me outshine the moon by sarcasticfluentry
““Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”
“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.
“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”
...or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.”
let’s talk about making love by istajmaal
““That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”
Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.
Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he's Daddy.“”
loving you is free by @littlelouishiccups
“Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn't been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.”
laundry room by beautlouis
“The third Wednesday of the new year, Louis finds himself in the laundry room, just as he was the last Wednesday and the one before that. He’s doing pretty well with his New Year’s resolution. The only problem so far is the company he finds in the laundry room. It seems that it’s just him and one other boy who’ve chosen late Wednesday nights as prime laundry-doing time. That wouldn’t be a problem except for who the other boy is.
He’s seen this boy around; it’s hard to miss the long-legged, long-haired dream that lives in Louis’ complex. He likes to wear very sheer shirts and very high boots; he is incredibly fucking gorgeous and yeah, Louis’ noticed him but he’s never spoken to him. Until tonight, apparently.
[Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry.]”
lead me out on the moonlit floor by @scrunchyharry and @beauxbatonslouis
“In all honesty, Harry was long forgotten, cast aside by a dimpled stranger and too much champagne. He was almost glad, now, that Harry hadn’t come, because he wouldn’t have met this stranger, this tall man who could make his heart flutter with a single glance.
Victorian!AU where Louis is a wealthy lord throwing a masquerade ball for his birthday and Harry is a toymaker who's only confident when he's wearing a mask.”
let our hearts collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo
““Liam is in a coma.”
“Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air.
“God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters.
“His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–”
“Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!”
“How did this happen?” the father demands.
“Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up.
The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut.
“Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him.
“Um, I’m Harry–” he starts.
“He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door.
Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s.
Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?
When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.
A While You Were Sleeping AU”
lemon eyes by @turnyourankle
“It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.
And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?”
like how your hands feel me up and down by ballsdeepinjesus
““How do I look?” Harry asks lowly. He turns around and gestures towards the unzipped back of his skirt for him to help. Louis stumbles forward and places a cold hand on the exposed side of Harry’s stomach, steadying him while he pulls the zipper up the rest of the way. He pushes Harry back into the dressing room and stands behind him in front of the mirror.
“It’s -- you’re tight,” Louis chokes. “It’s tight, I mean. It’s. Yes.” His hand is curved around his hip now, squeezing lightly.
“Tight’s good, right?” Harry murmurs, batting his eyelashes. He almost can’t believe himself.
“Very good,” Louis grunts.
[louis works in a halloween shop and harry needs a costume]”
my pleasure (to make you mine) by @zanniscaramouche
““Think about it.” Niall raises an eyebrow at him before amiably leading the interrupting customer to the other side of the store.
And the thing is, even a day later, Harry's done nothing but think about piercing his nipples.
Harry decides to get his nipples pierced. Louis is the piercing artist with a smile that breaks every rule of the universe.”
my service, your pleasure by @hershelsue
“Harry moves in with Louis, his childhood best friend. He had always enjoyed doing things for him, never putting much thought into it. What happens when they're in the same space all the time and Harry can't keep his hands to himself? Surely, his adoration bursts at the seams and a very suspicious Louis tries his best to keep up.”
milk kinship by @jaerie
“Harry had aspired to become a wet nurse since first learning about the honored and respected tradition when he was a teenager. The first documentary he’d seen had been detailed and brutally honest and Harry had still fallen in love with the idea. It’s origins were rooted in highly regarded positions of the royal staff and were credited in playing a role in the lives of some of the most famous children in history. There were medically trained wet nurses and other milk services for mothers unable to feed their babies, but true wet nurse nannies could only be afforded by the rich and famous. The glamorous life appealed to Harry even if his understanding of his role changed to a more realistic view over time. As a starry eyed kid, that was where he wanted to be.
Or Harry is a wet nurse and isn't allowed to have an alpha. He may or may not break his vows.”
make tea, not war by @whateverdelusional and @popsongnation
“"Is he the messiest?"
"Yes."
"Does he do the washing up?"
"Never."
"Does he make his bed?"
"Never."
"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"
"Nope!"
Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.”
masterpiece by @rainbowsandlovehl
“Harry stared at his phone for five minutes, waiting for a response before giving up. He scrolled through instagram for a while but nothing caught his fancy. He sighed deeply, glancing up for a second before looking at his phone again then blinked.
Wait a second...
Harry’s head snapped up quickly and he did a double take because this guy surely hadn’t been there the last time Harry had checked the place. No, this person was new and beautiful and different and Harry was pretty sure he was openly gaping at him.
Harry is unwillingly dragged to an art gallery by Niall and his evening turns out better than he expected when he meets Louis. Featuring bad pickup lines and ample flirting.”
meow or never by velvetnoodle (goldfishsunglasses)
“Harry is having a terrible, no good, very bad day.
He’s holed himself up in the back of the university library, stealing an entire sofa for himself. The fact that no one has said anything to him about it just goes to show how much his feelings must be on display. That’s nothing new; Harry’s always worn his heart on his sleeve. And cried easily. Not that he’s crying yet, but he’s close. It’s been a right shit day, and Harry just wants to go back to his room and bury his face in Evie’s soft fur. Unfortunately, he no longer has that luxury.
When Harry is forced to choose between getting kicked out of student housing or giving up his cat, a moment of self-pity leads to the discovery of a third, and much more appealing, option”
my things aren’t the only thing you’ve stolen by beautyhaz
“Harry thinks he's gone insane when things begin to go missing at school and only one boy knows where they are. It turns into more than he expects.”
midnight memories by grand buzz
“Louis Tomlinson is the successful author of several children's books. Those books happen to be the favourites of Eve Styles, Harry’s six year old daughter. Never one to deny her anything, he takes her to a book signing where Louis will also be reading an excerpt from his new book
Of course, Harry doesn't expect to fall in love with the author whose books he reads every night--but that's exactly what happens.“
make him want to sin by @becomeawendybird
“The stranger’s sharp gaze landed on him immediately, the eye contact shattering through Harry’s defenses. For the first time in his life, Harry had an instantaneous reaction to someone. The man stared down at him with interest, like he wanted to take Harry apart and put him back together again, piece by piece. Harry wanted that more than anything, and he wanted it right now. It took every ounce of strength he had ever possessed to not drop down to his knees instinctively.
All from one glance.
Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.”
thank you to all the authors for creating wonderful fics! you’re all so talented and valued. :)
#blue raspberry coolatta#thedevilinmybrain#zanniscaramouche#hershelsue#2tiedships2#lululawrence#londonfoginacup#jaerie#disgruntledkittenface#crinkle-eyed-boo#ballsdeepinjesus#fic recs#fic rec#fan fic#larry fan fic#fic masterpost#fic masterlist#kingsofeverything#gaycousinlarry#sadaveniren#aliensingucci#juliusschmidt#all-these-larrythings#chloehl10#beautlouis#okokok i'm playing it safe and stopping here#my fic recs
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It will always be so funny to me (in a hahahaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭 kind of way) that j*ss wh*don, a man famous for ensuring Buffy suffers literally as much as humanly possible, watched Veronica Mars, a show where in just the pilot we learn:
A girl and her dad are social pariahs, who were abandoned by her alcoholic mother. Her best friend has been murdered. They lost their home after her dad was fired because of said murder. Her ex boyfriend basically ghosted her while still going to the same school - just ZERO words or explanation as to why or that they were even broken up. Her first sexual experience is SA that isn’t taken seriously and MOCKED by law enforcement and she can’t even tell her dad because she’s worried what he’ll do. Her dead best friend’s boyfriend, who used to be her friend too, has now made it his life mission to make her miserable. She lost her entire friend group, and she has to work as a PI seeing the worst of the worst of human behavior to help pay the bills that often puts her in danger.
And wh*don went:
“Now THAT is television!!!”
So much so he made reference to Veronica Mars season 2 in the comics and he did a guest star appearance 💀
Don’t get me wrong I love Veronica Mars but I just KNOW it’s for completely different reasons than j*ss does.
I am just so sure he was absolutely THRILLED by all the horrors and pain they were able to dump on a young girl in one fell swoop (like I can literally picture him cackling like a supervillain like he did after writing the angel to angelus storyline, at the evil genius-ness of it all) when it took him many seasons for all the trauma and hardships to really pile up on Buffy. It’s just so obscenely on brand for him it becomes comical in a “I have to laugh so I don’t cry” kind of way while also pointing to the larger issue of how most male writers and directors use their female characters and more specifically - their pain and trauma - to move a story along
This is made even worse if the woman is a person of color which is a whole other conversation that I as a white woman don’t really feel it’s my place to delve into the history of the exploitation of racial based trauma by a predominantly white run hollywood because that would be just another white person talking about an experience that isn’t mine but it felt important to acknowledge that this post is about two white women characters and I know it is so much worse for women of color which we even see examples of in both shows.
Seeing our own pain reflected in media is important and valuable in many ways but so is seeing joy and love and I didn’t realize how bad things were until I watched the movie “Ibiza: Love Drunk” several years ago and the entire time I was holding my breath waiting for someone to get kidnapped/sa’d/tricked by a fuck boy/fight amongst the group of girlfriends - because it was about a group of girls traveling, having fun partying, and meetings boys and hooking up with them and that literally ALWAYS ends badly in media!! And it didn’t this time and I didn’t realize how much I needed it and how RARE it was until that point 😭😭😭 which no surprise it was written by a woman who’s goal was to show women’s JOY in media and that bad things don’t always happen when we live our lives and have fun.
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NEW AND IMPROVED: incorrect FNAF quotes
Uh just forget all the previous posts I can't remember half the quotes I made and also some of them are outdated lore-wise or headcanon-wise so time for a grand reopening of the series(?). May have done some of these quotes exactly the same in the past but heck if I know-
Contains: Headcanons, spoilers for Ruin, hopefully no big mistakes/words I forgot to replace
Speaking of headcanons: I hc that the "classic fnaf" era night guards are all the fnaf 4 bullies. So Michael, Fritz, Jeremy, and the last one is entirely an OC (whom I had described in my old quotes posts but I've renamed her now 'Cus I accidentally gave her the same name as a BATIM character whoops-): Susanna "Susie" Hudson. She's the FNAF 3 guard.
as was before, I get these quotes from the perchance generator and just insert the characters in manually.
quotes under the cut:
Gregory (seeing that one unexplained room): Is… Is that meant to be on fire?
Roxanne Wolf: No… not really.
Gregory: Are you going to do something about it?
Roxanne Wolf: Hm… nah.
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Michael Afton: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.
Michael Afton: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
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Mangle: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.
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Susanna Hudson: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.
Fritz Smith: Nat 20 Charisma.
Susanna Hudson: That is NOT how that works-
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Golden Freddy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.
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Mangle: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.
Withered Foxy: Ok.
Mangle: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?
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Mangle: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?
Jeremy Fitzgerald: Bees?
Mangle: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES!
Jeremy Fitzgerald: Wait-
*Toy Chica approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*
('Twas but an allegory for the Bite of 87-)
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Fritz Smith: I wasn’t that drunk.
Jeremy Fitzgerald: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.
Fritz Smith: BECAUSE YOU ARE!
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The Puppet: Bonnie, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!
Toy Bonnie: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!
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Michael Afton: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.
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Circus Baby: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority!
Funtime Foxy: Not at all, Baby. Merely your primitive methods.
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Crying Child (FNAF 4), after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.
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Gregory: Can we go to a haunted house?
Vanessa: What’s wrong with the one we live in?
Gregory: Wh-what?
Vanessa: Goodnight, Gregory.
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Toy Bonnie: Here is my wall of inspirational people.
Withered Bonnie: Is that a picture of you?
Toy Bonnie: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.
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The Mimic: I have one of your friends.
Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven.
The Mimic: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.
Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven.
Roxanne Wolf, distantly: HEY!!!
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Michael Afton: What’s the status up here?
Fritz Smith: Fucked up, about to die, Jeremy's a nerd. The usual.
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Roxanne Wolf: You're pathetic!
Gregory: You're pathetic-er!
Vanny: You're both losers.
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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*
Molten Freddy: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Helpy: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Rockstar Chica: if you want information it is
Music Man: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
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Ennard: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.
Michael Afton: What?
Ennard: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?
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*Michael Afton rushes by with an armful of water bottles*
Funtime Chica: What's going on?
Rockstar Foxy: Mike wouldn't drink water.
Funtime Chica: …And?
Rockstar Foxy: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle.
Michael Afton, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!
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Roxanne Wolf: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason.
Roxanne Wolf: Me too!
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Montgomery Gator: Do you think different paints have different tastes?
Glamrock Chica: They do.
Glamrock Freddy: …Why did you say that with such certainty?
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William Afton: You might not know this, Henry, but I am a flawed person.
Henry Emily: I do know that.
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William Afton: I could kill you if I wanted.
Michael Afton: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.
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Dee Dee: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
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Funtime Freddy: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver.
Funtime Freddy: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.
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Cassie: You're ignoring all your problems.
Eclipse: I know.
Cassie: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism?
Eclipse: I'm ignoring that fact as well.
Cassie:
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Withered Foxy: What do people in relationships even do?
Toy Freddy: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy.
Withered Foxy: Okay. Didn't ask.
Toy Chica: Asks question
Toy Chica: "Didn't ask"
Withered Foxy: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.
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Withered Foxy: BB? What are you doing here?
Balloon Boy, standing in the office: My best.
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The Squad: *walking around the Pizzaplex*
Moon: Hey, have any of you guys seen Chica? She's been gone for a while..
Vanessa: Eh, nope.
Montgomery Gator: No, I haven’t…
Roxanne Wolf: Probably ran off to get pizza or something.
Glamrock Chica: Hey.
Moon: Ooh, there you are-
Vanessa: What the fu-
Roxanne Wolf: I- where were you?!
Glamrock Chica: Walking right behind you guys.
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Funtime Freddy: Bon-Bon! Eggs Benedict got that thing on the control panel working!
Bon-Bon: Wow! That looks pretty impressive.
Funtime Freddy: Yeah!
Bon-Bon: Any idea what it does?
Funtime Freddy: Not a clue.
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Gregory: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!
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Cassie: You have to apologize to Roxy!
Gregory: Fine!
Gregory: Unfuck you, or whatever!
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Michael Afton: Rockstar Bonnie just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.
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Gregory: School sucks.
Vanessa: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.
Gregory: What are jobs like?
Vanessa: They suck.
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The Mimic: I am literally evil incarnate.
The Mimic: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil.
The Mimic: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.
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William Afton: Something’s off.
Henry Emily: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.
William Afton: No, but that’s funny.
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Montgomery Gator: Do you ever think? Because I do not.
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Gregory: What language do they speak at the center of the earth?
Gregory: Core-ean
Glamrock Freddy: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language!
Vanessa: Core-ean.
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Toy Bonnie: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.
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Roxanne Wolf: How would you like your hair cut?
Montgomery Gator: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.
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Withered Chica, looking at her reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?
Toy Chica: Well, that's you.
Withered Chica: Me?! Is that what I look like?
Toy Chica You don't know?
Withered Chica: Busy day.
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Withered Bonnie, to Toy Bonnie: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.
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Jeremy Fitzgerald: We need to distract these guys.
Fritz Smith: Leave it to me.
Fritz Smith: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Toy Freddy & Toy Bonnie: *immediately begin arguing*
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Susanna Hudson: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.
Fritz Smith: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.
Susanna Hudson: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!
Michael Afton: Hmm… I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free… not sure where you're getting your facts from…
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Circus Baby: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.
Ballora: Fucking Freddy and Foxy were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.
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Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip.
Funtime Freddy: But we lost Bon-Bon.
Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip!
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(FNAF humans be like:)
Susanna Hudson: *fills up bottle and drinks from that*
Vanessa: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen*
Cassie: *drinks straight from the tap*
Crying Child: *dehydrates*
Gregory: *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor*
Michael Afton: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*
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Cassie: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.
Gregory: You and me!
Cassie: *tearing up* Ok.
(we can pretend the ending never happened just a bit-)
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Chica: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Freddy: …What???
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Gregory, holding a scooter: Vanessa! Can I go outside and play with this?
Vanessa Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?
Gregory, running outside: Thanks Vanessa!
Vanessa, running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!
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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Look, last night was a mistake.
Fritz Smith: A sexy mistake.
Jeremy Fitzgerald: No, just a regular mistake.
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Mangle: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
Toy Freddy: That's deep.
Toy Bonnie: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.
Toy Freddy: That's deeper.
The Puppet: …You guys are idiots.
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RWQFSFASXC: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
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Withered Chica: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Toy Chica: What changed your mind?
Withered Chica: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.
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Freddy: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.
Golden Freddy: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.
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*1987's game of Among Us in real life*
Jeremy Fitzgerald: I believe Fritz is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Mr. Afton, what were you doing?
William Afton: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!
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Toy Bonnie: Is the pink panther a lion?
Withered Bonnie: Say that again but slower.
Toy Bonnie: I don’t get it.
Withered Bonnie: He’s a PANTHER.
Toy Bonnie: Is that a type of lion?
Withered Bonnie: No, it’s a fucking panther.
Toy Bonnie: *googles panther* They aren't pink?
Withered Bonnie: AND LIONS ARE?!
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Henry Emily: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
William Afton: Literally or figuratively?
Henry Emily: I have to specify?
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Bonnie: Yesterday, I watched Foxy try to eat a decorative rock from the night guard's potted plant. The Puppet caught him, and told him that he can't eat rocks. Chica started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.
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Susanna Hudson: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.
Michael Afton: *looks over at Fritz Smith and Jeremy Fitzgerald* Michael Afton: Is it “sexual tension”?
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Gregory, after acquiring the Fazer-blaster: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.
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*after discussing the plan to burn down Fazbear's Fright*
Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any questions?
Jeremy Fitzgerald: Is this legal?
Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any relevant questions?
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Dee Dee: Don’t worry, I have a permit.
Old Man Consequences: …This just says “I can do what I want”.
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Fritz Smith: You look good in that hoodie.
Jeremy Fitzgerald: You know where else I'd look good?
Fritz Smith, zero hesitation: My bed.
Jeremy Fitzgerald, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
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Helpi: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime.
Cassie: I like how this is a "fun" fact.
MXES: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.
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Susanna Hudson: Just be careful, Mike!
Michael Afton: heading out the door I'm always careful, Susie!
Michael Afton: It's everything around me that's careless.
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The Puppet: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.
Golden Freddy: No, we are mad.
The Puppet: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Golden Freddy: No, we’re not!
The Puppet: I am not a mind reader, Cassidy!
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Cassie: Do you take constructive criticism?
Helpi: No, only cash or credit.
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Roxanne Wolf: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.
Gregory:
Roxanne Wolf: Vroom vroom, come out already.
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Phone Guy: *Answers phone* Hello?
Fritz Smith: It's Fritz Smith.
Phone Guy: What did he do this time?
Fritz Smith: No, it's me, phone guy. It's actually me.
Phone Guy: What did you do this time?
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Vanessa: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.
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Golden Freddy, referring to the Fazbear Gang(tm): Those guys are dorks.
The Puppet: Yes, but they’re my dorks.
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Glamrock Chica: Are you busy?
Montgomery Gator: No.
Glamrock Chica: Want to do something?
Montgomery Gator: Why would you try to ruin this for me?
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Susanna Hudson: Go to hell!
Springtrap: Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.
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Elizabeth Afton: When was the last time you cried?
Crying Child: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??
Elizabeth Afton: really? That recent?
Crying Child: Yeah *voice crack* is that an issue? starts crying again
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JJ: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to the Puppet and not do the thing,
JJ: Well there’s a clear right answer here.
JJ: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*
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Ennard: You have an impressive pain tolerance.
Michael Afton: Thanks, it's the trauma.
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Sun, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!
Vanessa: …What does that even mean?!
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Susanna Hudson, toward Michael Afton: Wow, left-handed AND British? You really are an illusion.
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Freddy: We’re kind of missing something guys.
Bonnie: Cohesion?
Chica: Teamwork?
Foxy: A general sense of what we’re doing?
Golden Freddy: And the Puppet is not here.
Chica: Oh, and that, yeah.
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Michael Afton: Ennard, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.
Ennard, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.
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Roxanne Wolf: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.
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Scraptrap: *dies*
Helpy: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months!
Music Man: Bullshit. One month.
Lefty: Nah, half a month.
Rockstar Foxy, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SOMEONE JUST DIED!
Mr. Hippo, scratching chin in thought: One week.
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Michael Afton: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Helpy.
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Roxanne Wolf: Let’s not Gregory this into a worse situation than it already is.
Gregory: Did you just use my name as a verb?
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Scrap Baby: Tommorrow's garbage day.
Molten Freddy: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.
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Glamrock Freddy: *lifting weights*
Montgomery Gator: Wow… He's so intense!
Glamrock Chica: I wonder what drives him.
Glamrock Freddy, internally: (Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.)
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Fritz Smith: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet.
Jeremy Fitzgerald: Why’d you get banned?
Fritz Smith: Touched the bear.
Jeremy Fitzgerald: … What bear?
Fritz Smith: Feddy Fazbear
#Fnaf#incorrect quotes#incorrect fnaf quotes#ruin spoilers#security breach ruin spoilers#fnaf ruin spoilers#sb ruin spoilers#fnaf sb ruin spoilers#Jerefritz#I would've made this even longer but at the last one tumblr reloaded itself (thankfully the draft saved though so I didn't lose anything)#And that plus it starting to kinda lag I think makes me think that tumblr's trying to tell me to stop so yeah#Hope everyone enjoys. Will probably do more in the future.#fnaf oc#<- kinda.
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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── | “Why’d you only call me when your high?”
Drugaddict!miguel x reader
summary: Reader and Miguel are together, and have been for awhile. But Miguel has almost never reached out first and only ever has when he’s high, sparking an argument.
cw: mentions of intimate scenes(like one), drug abuse, arguing, cussing, bad ending(?)
Note: this is my first post and idk how good this is going to be(😭), not proofread and I didn’t know much to do with it near the end lmao. If you want, tips would be appreciated and helpful!
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You had been dating for nearly two years now and worked with him. And you adored him. Quite a lot, actually. Some times you’d admit to it, some times you’d deny it. Maybe it was the way he towered over you or maybe it was the way he as so gentle with you. You were never able to get your tongue on it. The way he’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked your brains out. And the way he let you talk to him for hours on end while he worked made you feel so… it was a feeling you couldn’t understand.
But, he never reached out first unless he was high. Some times drunk. He always did this— you would be just finishing up with drying your hair or doing skincare when you got the call. You saw your phone. It was Miguel. You would hum excitedly, clicking the green button with the phone icon on it. He’d speak to you with slurred words— like: “heyyy, amor..” or “mh.. cariño, speak to me..” And obviously, you would oblige and talk to him. Usually for hours, making you stay up much later than you anticipated.
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Tonight was like no other. You stood in your bathroom, it being cleaned just the night prior. You were brushing your hair as you had just hopped out of the shower. Water dripped from your hair onto the counter. You heard a vibration, looking down at your phone. It was Miguel, he was calling you. You sighed and picked up your phone. You set down your hairbrush as you put your phone to your ear.
“Ahh.. Heyy cariño, how I’ve mis—“ he started, his words slurred. He was clearly high. Though, he was interrupted with your clearly annoyed voice. “Why’d you only call me when your high?”
He paused, zero sound from his end. You let out an irritatable sigh. “Why’d you only call me when your high?” You repeated. He let out a huff, then an awkward chuckle. “Wh-what do you mean?” He asks. You roll your eyes, not wanting to put up with his bullshit tonight. He would do this almost every night. You were getting fed up. So you asked again— “why’d you only call me when your high?!”
“I’m not high, mi vida..” he said, almost a coo. He was. It was the tone of his voice. It was never this gentle. “Yes, yes you are. Stop lying, Miguel!” You practically yelled through the phone. He sighed. He started to speak, but was just interrupted by you. “No! Don’t even say anything! I’m so fucking done with all your�� shit!” you were now shouting.
“Quierda.. please don’t.. you know I don’t mean to—“ silence. You hung up on him. You felt tears prick your eyes, slamming your phone down on the counter. You let out quiet sobs. Wiping your tears, you flicked the light switch and walked into your bedroom. You flopped down on your bed. You snuggled into your pillows and blankets, sobbing quietly.
The next morning, you woke up. You yawned and stretched. Rubbing your eyes, you crawled out of bed. You went into your bathroom. Seeing your phone, you picked it up. 27 missed calls and 108 texts from Miguel. You ignored them as you started to get ready for the day. You got on your spider-suit, then threw in some jeans and a hoodie over it. Then put your phone in your pocket and went to HQ.
When you made it there, Hobie came jogging up to you. “Hey, luv. Miguel says he needs you in his ‘office’” he tells you, pointing back to Miguel’s office, if you could even call it that, with his thumb. You sighed, nodding as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You and Hobie parted ways as you made your way to Miguel’s office. You walked in and stared up at Miguel on the platform with all the screens and keyboards. Miguel looked down at you, lowering the platform. He stepped off, his footsteps echoing through the room. You crossed your arms over your chest. Miguel took several steps over to you.
“Cariño… I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t high last night,” he tells you. He definitely was, he’s trying to gaslight you. You sighed with an eye roll. He cupped your chin and tilted your head back to look up at him. You swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch me! You literally were! Don’t try to play dumb with me!” you argued. He shook his head, sighing excessively loud. “Stop trying to get your way.” he replied.
That just made you fume, stepping back away from him. “What the fuck, Miguel!” you shout. There is actually no way he was not high the night before. He always is. Some times even at work. “You are always high! Literally, always! And to think your blaming me? You are a fucked up man, Miguel. A fucked up man!” you tell before storming off. Miguel just sighed, turning around to continue with work.
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#miguel ohara#across the spiderverse#spiderman#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara
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V9C8
I cannot believe I’m awake when the episode drops holy shit. I’m also drunk af bc it’s my weekend off so I might not be as sharp as I’m usually am (not) but guess we’ll see lol. Also the devil works hard but pirates work harder. Bless them yardee hars yo ho
Post Ep: uhh I genuintely dunno what to say here :/ MKEK fucked over literally the only aspect of v9 i liked so i guess imma rot or smth idk
Genuinely funny (by which I mean what the absolute fuck) that the warning does not, in fact, warn the viewer of fucking anything. Reminds me of the conversation in Criminal Minds where the unit receives a bomb threat and have to wait for it to explode because sending out a general bomb alert would halt the entirety of the country in a panic. Wasn’t there a tiktok about this exact thing? One that went liek “TRIGGER WARNIGN! TRIGGER WARNING!“ but never told you wh at the warning was? Feels like this shit
Back at it again with this pov shit? With the hentai panting? Why is it always with the hentai panting???
“Why did you shout at everyone like that?” Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Little is supposed to be like... a child? I guess? in the Wonderland spectrum of things, so them not knowing what a mental breakdown looks like is both in character and entirely unhelpful in the narrative, considering how easily Ruby brushes off the inquiry
This is probably the most tolerant Ruby’s voice acting has been in the last many seasons. It’s not high and nasally enough to scrape my skull!
Not gonna lie, having Ruby finally break down against the shittiest of tree textures is so fucking funny I can’t take this seriously. It looks like she’s wailing into a painted wall
“If you’re going to stay with me, you’re going to end up dead, too.” Ruby, the only dead people that you supposedly gave a shit about are Penny and Pyrrha. You don’t know about Clover or Ironwood, you definitely didn’t give a shit about that Forrest guy from V7, and it’s still up in the air if you know about Penny 2.0. You haven’t even mentioned Qrow, your father, or the rest of ORNJ, so what the fuck are you referencing here? Your mother, whom you only started being compromised about 2 seasons ago? Big fuckety whoop, no one cares
Ohhhh noooo not the shithead mouse character being saddddd and left behinddddd whateverr shall we doooooo
Aight what’s with the butterfly thing. If it’s supposed to symbolize Summer Rose in some way, it was never foreshadowed and only the barest of threads (butterflies being pollinators of flowers) would connect this shit. There’s a difference between subtlety and bullshit
Uhhhh did Ruby stumble into a casino house of Neo? Is this Neo backstory we’re getting into? Honestly, that’s way more intriguing than anything our heroes have going on
OH SO NOW RUBY CAN USE HER FUCKING SCYTHE WITHOUT GETTIN TRIGGERED
Why did they have to drag Roman into Maya? Didn’t they do him dirty enough by having him be eaten by a stupid grimm? Is this even the same voice actor? It’s not as... sultry
WHY YOU GOTTA DO PYRRHA DIRTY LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER MOUTH THERE’S NO TEXTURE ON HER CLOTHES WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
Holy shit the animation of Roman jumpin on the table is sending me into the fuckign statosphere fucking hlep
Can’t even have a normal transformation animation between scythe to snipe it’s gotta be a spinny bullshit thing ugh. Take me back to episode 1 I miss that shit
Who is voicing Roman there’s no way this is the original VA Imma strnagle this bithc
“But we all remember how that ended.” Is this based on actual events or what Neo has interpreted? This entire scene has been nothing but bullshit so far, and not even the fun kind that Roman used to produce
“You still blame me for what happened to Torchwick?” Bitch what the absolute fuck makes you think that? What clues could you possibly have that Neo blames you specifically when there are so many random people at this table? It’s not like you’ve ever claimed to be responsible for any of these peoples’ deaths, so why is this the fucking conclusion you make? Other than having writer’s clairvoyance of course
Okay, despite not knowing at the moment what it means, I do like the detail of Roman not stepping on the teacup before but once shit gets real he demolishes it. Still don’t like how ugly he is though. Leave my dead gay son alone
I don’t know if I’ve said it before but I fucking HATE the eyeshadow on the character in Maya. Why is Neo’s fucking mint green? She’s NEO-FUCKING-POLITIAN WHY IS THERE FUCKING GREEN IN HER GODDAMN COLOR PALLETE WHEN IT’S FUCKIN WHITE BROWN AND PINK
“I’m going to enjoy watching you break.” Does Neo not have any sort of contact via her clones or whatever? Did she not see how helpless Ruby was last episode to her Jabber? Because it was very heavily implied she knew when that one turned into her before shattering. Neo didn’t have to do shit to make Ruby break, her so called friends were doing that better than Neo ever could
Also, the smiles on everyone’s faces as they say this is 100% me when I write my characters going through some fucked up shit. Neo should’ve gone into theater and literally none of this would have happened lmao
It’s uhhhhhh kinda telling that Yang is the first to stop and bitch about Ruby’s behavior. “How could she jsut run off like that?” damn it’s like your sister knew you ddidn’t give hafl a flying fuck about her and dipped Yang
OHMYGOD YANG BEING PISSED THAT RUBY DIDN’T TALK TO THEM I’M FUCKING WHEEZING Girl you were so busy being buried in the pussy you didn’t notice your own sister having a full ass breakdown. I do not feel sorry for you
“She could’ve just talked to us” like you talked to her after you lost your arm? Oh, wait, YOU DIDN’T FUCKING DO THAT YANG. You literally told her to LEAVE YOU ALONE. Ain’t that a bitch, huh
“We say things like ‘we believe and you’ and ‘we can count on you’” holy shit this is smth I would expect from the yt exercise gurus I watch after work shifts not from my close personal friends this is so fuckign funny
“It’s not like we’re asking her to be perfect” well mf did you ever, idk, COMMUNICATE THAT. Because, lmee tell you as someone who WAS expected to be perfect at all times, that shit be damaging as fuck. I can’t even let typos happen in funny instances without a voice in my head screaming to fix them
Oh great we get the generic meandering vocals during a pvp platform fight. Do they write these lines knowing they’ll be translated into a game soon? There’s no way “I was the best and brightest Beacon had to offer” comes off naturally otherwise
Ruby literally clambered onto the only structure in the room for defense? Girl at this point you are asking to die lmao
AND HER AURA SHATTERS AT THAT MEASLY DROP I AM FUCKING SOBBING JUST KILL THE BITCH AND BE DONE WITH IT
“Just like you were too late to save me at the Vytal festival.” Bitch that literally didn’t matter shit since you came back in V7. You’re literally wearing your V7/8 outfit. Shut the absolute fuck up you fucking waste of potential and hair space goddamn
“Can you imagine what it’s like to be failed time and time again by someone who meant the world to you” oh like Oz? The guy you demonized for the last few seasons? The guy who was roasted alive by his wife after she butchered their FOUR FUCKIGN CHILDREN?
Also Ruby does not use her FUCKIGN SEMBLANCE BITHC ARE YOU WANTING TO FUDCKIGN DIE THEN DIE ALREADY GODDAMMIT
Okay I can’t put my finger on it, but the animation of Pyrrha going around her staff to kick Ruby is really fucking weird. Maybe because it seems like her spear is merely resting on the ground instead of impaling it? (My current MC had a similar move so this is important to me lmao)
While I do appreciate the line of “have you stopped to consider if you’re doing more harm than good” coming from Ironwood, it’s not really Ironwood saying it, is it? How the absolute FUCK would Neo know this? Was she witness to what was happening, did she figure it out with context clues, or is this another case of writer clairvoyance?
While I guess it is within canon rights to have Neo know that Oscar is Oz’s new host, I’m very much confused about this particular course of action [turning Ozpin into Oscar] from Neo. When it was her vs Cinder, Neo just tried to annihilate her, but with Ruby she wants to be Jigsaw??? MKEK learn character consistency I am BEGGING
Listen... I know Ruby is in an emotionally compromised state, and that in any other scenario this would be intensely heart-breaking, but with how contrived this entire scene is, I cannot give half a flying fuck about Ruby’s mental state because it’s too damn funny how easily she falls into Neo’s lap. You walked into this giant ass casino, can’t you just walk out? We ain’t seen you try yet, so either you (and the writers) are too stupid to think of it, or it was shuffled off screen, neither of which are a good look babe. Especially when that damned mouse is in the wings for SOME goddamn reason. Probably the next fucking deus ex mouse
RUBY’S HICCUPS SOUND EXACTLY LIKE MY PRINTER IM FUCKIGN WHEEZING
Okay, so Neo offering the tea makes it seem like that’s a path to the Ascension that everyone’s so gung-ho about, which makes me question why the paper pleasers needed to have a whole ass suicide dam-break to ascend if all they needed was some leaf-tea. I also think I’m putting more thought into this than the fucking writers, which, honestly, is par for the course
WAIT WHOA HOLD UP that was some geometric shit hitting Neo into the fucking next generation. Everything in Wonderland is ~whimsy and frolic~ not Square (tm) so wtf is going on
Goddammit again with this pov shit? Whoever suggested it in the group orgy should be drug out to the street and shot
CURIOUS!!! THE ONLY BITCH THAT MATTERS TO ME even if he is ugly as sin
“(Ruby) I don’t want to be me anymore” well aint that just more gasoline to my theory that Ruby’s gonna try to sacrifice herself to the tree
No joke, if RT (and for any dumbass who needs clarification, CRWBY is 100% RT property) tries to imply in any goddamn way that sacrifice is the only way to achieve happiness (especially when it comes to other people’s happiness) I will come to each of their houses and shred their shoes, their paintings, and dismantle their ovens
Altho, no joke, I would much rather prefer Curious as our MC instead simply because they are curious and would potentially be able to ask questions about the world that our actual mains would take for granted, like idk wtf is dust and where does it come from? (Mainly stemming from my hc that dust is the remains of human souls that grimm devour but can’t actually process. Like... how else are you gonna reconcile the dust that made Adam ((the original biblical man)) with the dust of Remnant?)
Oh wow so we’re actually going for the take that the cat was evil the whole time? Is that what we’re doing? No nuance about a creature merely curious about a world outside its own? We’re going full fucking body snatcher?
I absolutely HATE this take on the Curious Cat. MKEK. Give me your addresses so I can beat your asses in the nearest Dennys parking lot. I think you sorely need some lessons in humility. Suck my entire asshole
Is Little really fucking hurt by being slung .2 feet from a tail whip? Fucking really?
And now Neo and Curious are fighting over Ruby’s fate. Someone bring back the forced love triangle of Hunger Games (which was forced by the publishers NOT the writer btw) instead of this shit before I throw myself into a lava pit because honesty it this is far shittier than HG
Wtf are Ruby’s fingers bloodied from? Wielding Crescent Rose for .2 seconds? Girl you have been handling this weapon for fucking years, but spinning it around a couple of times makes her bleed? Bitch play Paganini’s 24 Caprices then say how your fingers feel
(For clarification purposes, I only know this because I’m writing characters who know how to play the violin, not because I know violin myself despite how much I fucking want to. V from DMC5 has me in a fucking chokehold lemme tell you-*dies*)
“I have been trying to wear you down for so long” BITCH FUCKING WHERE. WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN WEARING RUBY DOWN MORE THAN HER TEAMMATES OR GENERAL FUCKING LIFE HAS ALREADY BEEN. BITHC FUCKING WEHRE
“I need to know why my makers left me here.” This makes me think that the Wonderland was structured by the shitheel gods of light and dark. Perhaps the cat was one of their compromises, which is why they’re such a wildcard? But that would make so many questions about the purpose of Wonderland itself and we all know that MKEK can’t be bothered with things like worldbuilding or nuance or anything remotely resembling intelligence (also I read once that black scelera ((the white part of the eye)) is a sign of pure truth/desire so honestly this is incredibly intriguing even though I know it won’t end in anything satisfactory)
NEO STEPS ON LITTLE BEST CHARACTER EVER 10/10
The cup sliding into frame after Ruby’s frantic eyes is literally so fucking funny how do they expect to take me seriously when the framing has the subtlety of a drunk elephant?
Ohmygod the way JWBY ran into the room like PS2 characters I’m fucking wheeazing
Ohmygod this is literally the most flaccid way to force a person into your perspective. Like... Ruby got kicked around a little bit after venturing into an OBVIOUSLY NOT GOOD PLACE and then decides to drink the airport jungle juice right as she’s about to be rescued and not ONE FUCKING CHARACTER WITH RANGED ARSENAL SHOOTS THE MUG OUT OF HER HAND
Honestly there are times where it really hits me how RWBY is a show about plot that isn’t plot instead of characters, and it’s moments like these where I’m like “damn, these people are acting to the script instead of their character huh”
Like... it would’ve been something profound if the tea drinking had happened moments prior to their arrival instead of “hey watch me drink this fuckin tea while I reflect in your stupid eyeball instead of you doing literally anything about it despite that the supposed fact that you fucking raised me YANG, so watch me drop into this fuckkin hole I guess”
At the very least I guess the writers realized that Neo’s sole purpose was offing Ruby because... Roman was in her vicinity when he died???
OHMYGOD THE FACT THAT THE PERSON WHO REACTS TEH MOST TO RUBY DRINKGING THE FUCKIGN JUICCE IS CURIOUS IS FINEING SENDING ME
SHES A FUCKING CORN COB BSBE IM FUCNG CRYIGN
Okay, Curious fixating on Neo is one BILLION percent more interesting than anything jrwby has going on. Once again, fuck this main storyline bullshit and give Curious their own damn show
Also, nlg, the facct that Curious is Geometric rather than Organic in terms of design (squares vs spirals for the at home group) is super fucking cool and I desperately need an entire goddamn story abt them pronto. I would absolutely love to see how they interact with Remnant and if they’d be able to have their weird ass powers in the dimension of mortals. That is so much more interesting than literally anything our main crew has proposed in literally years, especially since these dumb mfs aint ever talked about whether or not its okay to kill a whole ass human being for their cause (and faunus are human beings. Fuck off if you think that some shtity tail or ears makes you not a whole ass person)
These mfs cannot let the bee train go for a single second can they? These bitches gotta be hit inot the sam efukcin wall while Weiss gets left all alone. Yknow. Like her family let her be for th emost part. Glad to see that RT’s priority is rainbow capitialism instead of genuine storytelling
Well that is a hentai trope I did not expert to see today. Though the fact that it’s Neo does not surprises me at fuckign all. Mmmm love me some fcking body possession. Great job Rt on making on your female characters be absolutely consumed by a foreign entity that surely isn’t a fucking metaphor for antyhign yknow the fucking facehuggers were’nt a metaphor for shit didnt yha know????
May I say to MKEK, absolutely fuck you for makign the cat an undeniable villain. Can you guys not handle even an iota of moral greyness? Can you not conceive of the idea of a situation that is not merely good vs evil? I ask you to look at the world today, and tell me that evil arises merely because it can rather than as a symptom of a society that refuses to care for all its citizens. Can you not idealize a person who, when pressed to their absolute brink, will take upon violence to ensure that the seeds they sow will bring sustenance to those who come later?
For fuck’s sake I’ll take a person who idealizes themselves for morally grey reasons other than what the fuck ever these dipshits are trying to sell to me
Wow aint it so spectaculaar that Curious invaded the one person who wasn’t important to the writers plot adn now our heroes can now kill her without any iota of guilt? Aint that fucking nifty? Aint that fuckign grand?
And not even a fucking thought extended to teh idea tha Crurius wanted to see the outside world. THat was their main reason for helping the siblings right? Because Alyx promised them that she would bring him to Remnant? But taht whole plotline is gone because it’s jsut TOO SPICY FOLKS. Can’t have anything interesting in our show about FAIRTYTALES whene we’re in a FAIRTYTALE LAND
Honestly, fuck you MKEK, fuck you RT, fuck you any god that ever alloweed existence to happen. THis is fucking bullshit
It was only through looking up the info on the internet that I learned that Roman Torchwick’s og VA died of colon cancer prior to this volume (2022). Mr Kametz, I hope you rest well and know that your expertise was greatly appreciated. May you know peace in the beyond
#rwde#soorry that i'm like suer fuckign drukn for thos shit but works been albsoulte hell this fuckign weeek#i was like half as drunk whe writing the main shit than the tags so hopefully it all makes sense#either way its a shit fucking episdoe#why the fuck would anyone green lite this hit i have no fucking clue#rt must have no fuckign standards bc if my drun k as shti ass can still laught at your 'emotional scenes' then you got a fuckign problem#my dumb as can cry at jsut about antyhging#i cred at that shthead snape findign lily's body in harry terfly pottery#so if i dont cry at your bullshti then you fucked up in ways that not even god can correct
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I'm so fricking excited for Wooyoung's Playlist!!! His part was my favorite part from the heartbreak series ahhhhhhhhh thank you so much for writing a sequel for him <333
omg thank u so much!! here's another little spoiler that i was planning on posting!! hehe
Wooyoung sees you at Baristas a little over a week after that Friday.
"Hey." You say with a smile that makes your dimples pop (fuck, you even have dimples what the fuck) as you sit down and place your cup of coffee on the table before pulling out your laptop from your colorful bag.
Wooyoung stares at you like you're lost or something. What the fuck? No, really, what the fuck? Why were you here? Why were you sitting with him?
"Uh, hi?" He answers wryly, still staring at you with lips curled up in faint distaste.
"What's up?"
"What's u-? Look, what do you think you're doing?" Wooyoung asks, now full on glaring. Why were you here? Why were you messing things up like this? What did you want from him?
"Uh, I'm getting coffee and plan on getting some work done." You answer slowly, explaining it to Wooyoung like he was stupid. "What are you doing?"
"Listen Sunny, I don't know if you're expecting something to happen between us since we already fucked that one time but it's not happening." He explains, maybe a little bit too harshly but he was tired and drained out and felt like you were messing with him and pulling on strings that Wooyoung swore to leave untouched forever.
You stare at him with an eyebrow crooked and Wooyoung pulls his lips in.
"Okay, that time we made out last Friday was a lapse of judgement. People kiss all the time when they're drunk, it doesn't mean anything and it won't be happening again." He quickly adds, feeling a faint blush coat his cheeks. He can't tell if it's from frustration or embarrassment.
"Right." You nod slowly, eyes not leaving his. If you're hurt by his words or anything, you don't show it. In fact, Wooyoung swears your lips quirk up a bit and amusement flickers in your eyes.
"Wh- Are you laughing?" Now his glare is back and lips fold into a pout that Wooyoung makes without even realizing it. What can he do if he was fucking adorable without even trying?
"Wooyoung, can you relax?" You ask lightly, face breaking out in a casual smile that almost blinds him. The dimples on your cheeks pop again and Wooyoung wants to scream for some reason. "We have almost all the same friends now. I want to be friends."
"What if I don't want to be friends?" He hisses and you lean back in the booth with a sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.
You were in another dress today but this one was longer, almost reaching your ankles and a big sweater thrown over it with your silver headphones hanging from your neck. Wooyoung notices the stickers decorating the outer side of the headphones.
Your hair was in a braid that fell over your shoulder with a couple of strands framing your face. He can't tell if you're wearing make-up but you're wearing that deep pink lip gloss again. Two golden necklaces decorate your neck and your fingers shine with a dark blue nail polish that has a metallic effect, sparkling in the light.
Everything about you screams 'personality'. And Wooyoung can't tell if you're actually as interesting and different as you look or if you're just trying to be.
"So when Changbin, my friend, invites me over next Friday to hang out with the rest of you, am I supposed to just ignore you until you get drunk or high or both and eventually we both end up in your bedroom where you beg to kiss me again?" You ask casually, brows only slightly raising as your eyes roam Wooyoung's flabbergasted face.
"I...That-..I already said that won't be happening again!"
You roll your eyes, seemingly growing tired of this conversation and to be quite honest, Wooyoung is tired of it as well by now.
"I'm just trying to have some common courtesy. I don't plan to ignore you because I think it's fucking rude." You say with finality, "You look like you're studying and I plan to do the same, so what's the problem if we share a table? If Yuri saw us sitting alone at separate tables, she'd laugh in our face and frankly, I'd laugh too because it's ridiculous."
Wooyoung stares at you again, lips pressing again in annoyance, especially when what you're saying actually makes sense.
"Fine." He lets out, smacking his notebook open and with one last glare towards you, starting to do his assignment. You chuckle lightly, shaking your head before returning to your laptop.
Wooyoung knows he's acting childish.
It's not even that bad hanging out with you. You work quietly, typing away on your laptop with your headphones on and occasionally taking a sip of your coffee.
He's just scared.
Begrudgingly, Wooyoung drags his eyes away from his notebook to glance up at you again. He observes the way your long lashes brush the top of your cheeks and even notices a small mole below the arc of your eyebrow.
"Sunny!" An unknown voice echoes through the small coffee shop and Wooyoung's eyes snap to the freakishly tall guy heading your way with a smile on his face. You don't hear him though, courtesy of the thick headphones.
Wooyoung nudges your foot with his own under the table and when you look at him in question, he only nods to the guy approaching the table.
With furrowed brows, you lower the headphones and turn your head to the direction Wooyoung nodded at before a smile overtakes your features and Wooyoung tries hard not to stare at the crinkles of your eyes.
"Hey, Soob!" You greet the guy and scoot over in the booth to make room for his tall figure to slide in. You look over to Wooyoung who is trying hard not to seem awkward.
"Oh, Wooyoung this is Soobin!" You introduce him and Wooyoung greets the guy with a tight lipped smile which Soobin returns with a big smile of his own that Wooyoung can't help but find cute.
Soobin has a baby face and dark hair that falls over his forehead, almost covering his eyes.
"Hi, Wooyoung." He says, his voice quiet but pleasant. "I've heard so much about you from Sun-..Yuri!"
Wooyoung catches the slip up, eyes fleeting to your face which seems to be boring at the side of Soobin's head but he decides to let it go no matter how many butterflies are dancing around his stomach at the thought that you might've told his friends about him. What did you even have to say?
"Oh, you know Yuri?" Wooyoung asks casually and Soobin nods, going on about how him and Yuri share a couple of classes.
The three of you spend the rest of the afternoon talking at Baristas, your assignments long forgotten and Wooyoung doesn't find himself minding it much.
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morning liveblog! here’s the first half of ch2′s trial!!
-i don’t really like how they did himiko here...like, i get it from a character perspective - she’s in a horribly traumatic situation and frantically burrowing into her only coping mechanism - but i’d bet the reason i never see anyone hate gundham for his chuuni-ness is because kodaka never puts it directly in the way of a trial. having to tediously disprove her claims for twenty minutes does not lead people to be very fond of her.
-HIMIKO’S “NO, THAT’S WRONG!” 😭😭😭 THE SQUEAKIEST SORE WA CHIGAU YO KNOWN TO MAN....
-”wh-why is everyone picking on himiko!? you’re all worse than a drunk dad’s ramblings!” “we should let him vent. after all, it’s plainly tough being man of the house.” ARE ANY OF YOU OKAY??????
- ENG miu says a slur. yayyyyyyyy. i can HEAR her JP voice actress saying ‘baka’, i know ur fucking lying about her NISA!!!! why would you do this!!!!
-i forgot how vocal kirumi is in this trial! she’s really good at leading everyone in circles.
-”that could’ve been anyone walking around in women’s underwear! even me!“ ICONIC line.
-”we’ll scare the culprit until they screw up! that’s how a true class trial works. right, monokuma?” “puhuhu...a development like that *would* liven things up a bit.” “yup, i totes agree.” even this early, he’s already sidling up to monokuma - look at me, aren’t i so entertaining, i’m not a threat to the game at all, wouldn’t it be a shame if i died?
-”guys! i said don’t call me an idiot! it really hurts my feelings!” ok i DO feel bad for him here (the JP actor’s little voice wobble...) but also, he DID just tell them he’d risk all their lives on a *hunch* because obviously someone as awesome and heroic as him could never be wrong, so like,
-[heh...it’s true. that’s not what a class trial is about. you’re supposed to think logically, you can’t let your feelings into it...it’s absurdity, total absurdity. but then again...that absurdity saved me before, right?] BASED BUT WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY IN TRIAL FIVE
-”it’s not like i owe that idiot a favor or anything just because he defended me...but that hopeless idiot may have encouraged me a bit.” “seriously! enough’s enough! stop calling me an idiot!” this is one of the main reasons i dislike kaimaki as a ship, jeez...they want to have maki be a classic tsundere and have her go b-b-b-baka! and smack kaito or whatever, but that doesn’t WORK when being called an idiot digs at one of his greatest insecurities! it’s not charming or cute, it just makes me feel bad for him, and having her blush and be like ‘ur MY idiot tho’ doesn’t make me feel any better.
-monotaro second best monokub. the incest plotline is fucking awful obviously but his “i forgor” bit does occasionally make me laugh which is more than i can say for the others.
-that’s as far as we get before the second half starts - i’ll post that in just a moment!
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