#eek... i hope they're nice

[dormiloncito]

at the dentist. waiting for that little wretched tube

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Divus Crewel - Ritzy Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but there are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

[ezisregrettinglifedecisions]

I saw a post by @bellenotthebeast about the hate drivers are getting at the moment and this is a written version of what I put in the tags of my reblog because I didn't realise I was going to go on a rant when I tapped on the reblog button.

734 words just in case you were wondering.

All of the hate that drivers get for making mistakes is getting absolutely out of hand. It's frankly ridiculous how many people will jump at the chance to nitpick and be rude about another driver and whatever mistake they made minor or not. (This is specifically in relation to comments taken severly out of a very important bit of context and actual driving moments, if there is something serious then yes I think they should be held accountable for their actions, just because they're rich and in a very elite sport should not make them immune from accountability even though it does appear to sometimes.)

The stuff with Lando is actually sickening with how far its gotten. None of them should have to see that. In fact, no one, f1 driver or not, should ever see or hear such horrible things that people are saying to or about them. The death threats???? Hello??? What the actual fuck were people thinking. The drivers are people too the fans of those drivers are people. Get a grip and don't fucking send death threats???? Is that really that hard to have basic human respect for other people???

I see hate so much. Be it in the comments of an edit on tiktok or on a fan page on Instagram. Even the drivers own comment section and the official F1 account. People. What the fuck. Be supportive of people, for goodness sake. Don't be dicks??? Is it so difficult to be nice to people? I can tell that, unfortunately, I'm going to be using that phrase a lot.

I want to see the positives in this sport too. I think with all of the hate, all the good things have been buried under the swathes of hate and pain ignorance in some cases. I want to read or watch a video on how driver A did something so well, even if it's small and insignificant in the overall. I really want to hear about the amazing defending, even if they did get overtaken eventually. I want to hear about them being so fucking happy with their Quali position. I want to hear them screaming down the radio when they get in the points. I want to hear the feedback on the drive, where things may have gone wrong, and even where people think things could have improved. I want to hear about the track and the conditions and how well everyone did and how the people and the fans and their teams are so proud of their achievements during the weekend.

The thing I do not want to see is - ew i hate driver B. EEK no driver C ruined everything. Driver D should crash into the barriers. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHEN THERE WERE COMMENTS HOPING DRIVERS WOULD DIE IN A CRASH. What the fuck is wrong with the people saying that???? That is NOT okay. EVER. Have you not seen how outraged Max Fewtrell was when someone said that they hoped Max V crashed and got hurt in his twitch chat room. He was furious. Saying how that wasn't okay and how fucked up it was to say something like that. Listen to Max for fucks sake please.

WE👏 DONT 👏KNOW 👏THEM👏.

They're public figures, and we only know the public side of them, not the side they reserve for behind closed doors. And for the fifth hundred time, we aren't entitled to know anything about them behind closed doors either. We dont have any ground to stand on to demand anything like that. Because who the fuck do you think you are to demand something like that. Seriously, some people need to understand that this ISN'T okay and the way these people are acting will NEVER be okay.

So just enjoy the sport.

Enjoy the drivers.

Enjoy watching their skills on the track.

Enjoy their interviews and their relationships together on and off the track.

Enjoy the side of them that we are allowed to see.

And stop hating unnecessarily.

Please, for the sake of the sport.

For the sake of the newer fans.

And for the sake of the drivers and their physical and mental health. You really need to think before you post. Think about the impacts it could have if something happens. Know that if your words are seen, that could be detrimental and how YOU played a part in something so horrible.

Thank you,

Ez

[oneshlut]

Hello!! This is my first request!

I was wondering if I could request headcanons for humanoid!fluttershy x fem! Dragon-humanoid! Reader?

Like the reader moved into the town and and the mane 6 went to introduce themselves but the reader was really intrigued by fluttershy and is really sweet and caring towards her?

(by humanoid I mean like, Pegasus characters still have their wings and unicorns still have their horns and so on)

Sorry if this is too much 😓

Thank you!

A/N: oh it's not too much at all! these detailed requests actually give me a lot to go off of, thanks a bunch for requesting! <3 (also, i hope you dont mind that i refer to the characters as ponies, dw, they're still humanoid!!)

Calm (Humanoid!Fluttershy x Fem!Dragonoid!Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: A new pony moves into Ponyville! Or, a uh.. dragon? Either way, everyone is excited to meet her, but one pegasus catches her eye..

After you had left your past town due to a horrible new mayor, you were looking for a fresh start. You had previously lived in an all-dragon town, so moving to Ponyville was.. an experience. A positive one, at that.

As you could probably guess, the first pony to meet you was Pinkie Pie. She shaked your hand, energy beaming from her smile, as she then dragged you through the town square. Along the way, she asked you a million personal questions, ranging from "Are your parents dragons?" to "Why did you move? I thought it was great down in your hometown! Especially for a girl-pony! Eek! Sorry! Girl-dragon!" She hardly gave you time to respond before she started asking the next question.

It was nice to get a tour of the town! But, uh.. you were more interested in getting to your new house right now. You sighed internally, you still had so much to unpack..

Pinkie Pie then lead you to her very own bakery. Knowing now, how she acted like she was on lethal doses of sugar, it made sense that she would own a bakery.

Inside were 4 other ponies that she called her friends. One earth pony, two unicorns, and.. one pegasus. One of the unicorns complained about somepony named "Rainbowdash" not being there. You assumed it was some sort of get-together. Quite convenient for you, huh?

As the 6 of you are talking and chitchatting about how and why you moved here, (many questions asking about your wings, horns, other dragon features), you noticed a pony in the back who hadn't been talking the entire time. When you looked back at her, noticing now she was a pegasus, she met your gaze. Only for a few moments did you keep eye contact, when she squeaked a bit and looked away. Hm..

Afterwards, you had learned all the ponies names, except for one. You waited for the remaining 4 to leave until all that was left was you and her.

Immediately, Fluttershy thought you must've been mad at her. Why else would you want to talk to her? Alone, for that matter. She apologized profusely for anything she could've done, but seeing the confused look on your face told her she was wrong.

She muttered a quiet apology before quietly introducing herself. Fluttershy was surprised you heard her at first, but then went in to shake your hand, realizing it was slightly scale-y. So you really were a dragon..

Most of the time she was absolutely petrified seeing a dragon. But you were different. You weren't huge--but you weren't small, or a child, like Spike. You had fully grown wings and horns, but not big enough to be intimidating. She noticed the way you were gentle with her palm while shaking it, and felt an unusual red tone rise to her face. She's never met a pretty dragon.

It took a while, but she eventually got used to your presence. The more you spent time with her, she began stuttering a lot less, her voice became slightly more confident, and her wings weren't tucked away like they were when you first met her. Much like her wings, she began to open up around you. Sooner or later, you had become one of her closest friends.

When it came to Fluttershy, you were very sweet, kind, soft, patient... That's how she described you in her head anyways. Having someone as soft as her, especially with nature and what not, warmed her heart to the brim.

She would rant to Angel for hours after meeting up with you. Angel took one look at her eyes, how they lighted up when she talked about you, and immediately knew she was head over heels. It was amusing, so Angel kept his mouth shut. Not like he could say anything anyways.

Fluttershy was as oblivious as ever. To her, all she saw in you was a friend. Don't worry, sooner or later she'll understand. When she does, she may or may not pass out.

One day, you had come over to visit Fluttershy in her cottage. She wasn't there.. hm. Maybe she was just out running errands. With nothing else to do, you sat by a nearby pond, letting your spiny wings cover you. It was around fall, meaning the air was just now getting a bit chilly.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the calm atmosphere, taking in all the sounds with your now heightened senses. Birds chirping, running water, animals chittering or scattering, the small wisps of wind in the air, the sound of footsteps, and--.. Footsteps?

You opened your eyes and turned to find Fluttershy sitting beside you. She apologized for not being home when you arrived, and explained how.. peaceful you seemed. When she asked, you reassured her that you were "far from bothered" by her joining you.

Closing your eyes again, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. Instinctively, you wrapped one of your wings around Fluttershy's shoulder. She prayed that you didn't open your eyes to see the mass amount of blush covering her face.

And with one bold movement, she placed her head on your shoulder, the two of you now peacefully sitting in the small patch of nature.

Fluttershy was calmer than ever before.

[sebsbarnes]

heyyyy hope it makes sense when i explain for tan x reader. So reader and twins work together sometimes so are kind of friends in the field and she gets on really well with lemon and with tan too but they bicker a lot sometimes. Basically there is this get together thingy for ther organization or smth and lemon is quite sociable and talks with alot of people and tan is kinda quiet so is kinda bored when it comes to these things since lemon is just chatting to anyone so when reader and ladybug (cuz they're kinda work buddies) arrive to the party and reader sees tan just standing by himself she goes over to him and they just end up chatting and having a laugh (maybe a bit drunk) the whole night and lemon and ladybug are just laughing when its time to go and they are both getting along better than anyone thought possible. Its kinda detailed but i hope it makes sense :)))

hey!! ahh this is a good idea! and it made perfect sense to help me outline what to write, thank u!

new friends, new love || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: mentions of injuries , language, normal ole' bullet train stuff

word count: 1.3k+ ; fluff

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a/n: this is kinda dialogue heavy which normally isn't my style so eek i hope that's okay

"play nice," you hissed, "you still aren't in their good graces. you're lucky i'm friends with them so they didn't hunt you down after japan."

ladybug groaned at the force of your finger pointed in his chest, "yeah yeah," he dismissed you.

with that, you rolled your eyes and entered the building. it was a private event, a get-together really, thrown by the organizations that hire you out for contract jobs. a chance to network and meet some faces that you may not have seen in a while.

"there they are!" a voice yelled startling you and ladybug. coming at you was lemon with a wide grin on his face. he pivoted around and threw his arms over yours and ladybug's shoulders.

"always a pleasure, my dear," he said to you before turning to ladybug, "and i still want to rip your fuckin' head off, mate."

ladybug smiled sheepishly at lemon who then released you both from his grip. you diverted your attention to looking around the room. it was well-decorated and dimly lit. there was waitstaff walking around and offering refills on drinks. towards the bar was a long table piled with hors d'oeuvres. bosses you have had were chatting amongst themselves cracking jokes with one another.

and then there was tangerine. he had one foot propped up, leaning onto the high-top table. his thumb and middle finger holding onto the whiskey glass. he was far away from anyone else at the event and you could see he was scanning the room watching everyone interact with one another. his white button-down shirt and gold necklace hung low near the table with his hair free of any gel. when he made eye contact with you and found your feet carrying you to him.

"hiding out?" you teased.

tangerine tilted his head to the side at you. his eyes squinting just a bit with a charming smirk on his face, "caught me."

"i really don't remember johannesburg!" lemon belly laughed.

"well i sure do!" ladybug exasperated throwing his arms to the side, the drink in his glass spilt on his hand.

"oh! and then you almost killed my brother! so, seems like we are a bit even," lemon announced.

"will you always hold that over my head?"

"yes."

"oh god. if i didn't intervene on the bullet train i think we all would've died before the crash," you grumbled, remembering how much of an idiot ladybug had been to tangerine and lemon.

"yeah your little friend is lucky you had his back or there'd be a bullet between his eyes," tangerine replied, twirling the liquid in his glass.

"would you have done the same to me?" you asked and although you meant to sound joking it came out far more serious than you anticipated.

tangerine sucked the brown liquor between his teeth, "i'd never do anything to hurt you. i'd hurt myself before i'd hurt you."

lemon and ladybug barely took a breath since they started chatting and any poor soul that walked past them was sucked into some nonsensical conversation, trapping them for at least fifteen minutes. these guys could talk and talk and truthfully it was impressive.

"ha! who knew tangerine had a soft spot?" ladybug laughed, nodding his chin over to the wall you and tangerine were occupying.

lemon chuckled through his nose, a small smirk appearing on his face, "only for her."

ladybug harshly grabbed carver, who was now standing next to them, on the shoulder and shook him slightly, "thanks for bailing on kyoto so the lovebirds over there could meet. it's kinda like i'm cupid, right? i brought her with me on the mission and now she found love! i should journal about this."

ladybug continued to talk about how journaling has helped his inner peace and how his therapist thought his progress was improving rapidly so their sessions should be more spread out. though lemon was listening and throwing in the occasional 'yeah' or 'really?', his eyes were trained on tangerine who was fully engaged in the conversation with you. he found it amusing. only hours earlier tangerine had been whining and complaining about having to go and how he hated socializing. lemon drew his attention away as tangerine grabbed your arm.

"jesus, this is a bad cut," tangerine said in disbelief looking at a deep cut with angry scar tissue, "where are the people that did this to you?"

with a devilish grin you leaned towards his face, "six feet under."

tangerine sucked his cheeks in, lips pouted slightly. he was amused. the glint in your eyes as you refused to look away from him almost became unbearable. he just found you so enthralling and if he could he'd stand here all night talking to you, leaning against the wall till he became one with the paint.

you and tangerine had always bumped heads but never anything serious. you both could take the jokes thrown at the other and sometimes it moved into a weird grey area of flirting that neither of you minded. but things really did change on the bullet train when you saved tangerine's life. ladybug was going to shoot tangerine no matter what and even you couldn't change that, but, what helped was your piercing scream caused ladybug to slightly shift his aim when he fired the gun. the bullet still hit tangerine's neck though not as deep as it would've.

"you fucking idiot, ladybug!" you roared. the whole time on the train you wanted the four of you to work as a unit, but ladybug being as hardheaded as he was made it difficult.

"i thoug-,"

"go get the fucking girl. like i told you earlier," you cut him off now bringing your full attention to tangerine who was groaning in pain.

"i'm sorry. i know, i know this hurts but you can't fight me off. it's either i do this or you die and i really don't fucking want that," you told him sternly as you basically straddled his body to keep your hands pressed to his wound.

"l-lemon?" tangerine asked through heavy breaths.

"he's alive. he was passed out or something and i tossed him around to wake up so he's okay, okay? now you need to be also. for him... and for me."

"i don't think i ever properly thanked you for saving me," he pondered, accent thick.

"there's no need to... you would've done the same for me," you winked. you two lulled in the silence, sipping at your now watered-down drinks. you aren't sure why but you wanted to hold his hand, maybe it was the slight buzz from the drink, so you did. tangerine didn't pull away or ask you why. he was grateful for the dim lights in the room hiding the pink hue on his cheeks. he hoped you didn't feel how his hands were clammy with nerves but you did and made no mention of it.

"alright kids!," ladybug yelled, "let's head out!"

ladybug and lemon approached the two of you slightly swaying from the drinks they've consumed. tangerine went to pull his hand away but you didn't budge and squeezed his hand tighter. he looked at you with a shy smile and you flashed him a smile back.

"come on," you said using your other hand to pat his chest.

"we are getting food, you guys coming?" lemon slightly slurred.

tangerine peered at you, "of course."

the four of you exited the building and walked off to get food. lemon and ladybug seemingly put their rocky past behind them as they continued to toss jokes back and forth. maybe it was just the alcohol talking and tomorrow they'd wake up still displeased with the other. but tomorrow you and tangerine would wake up with the same fuzzy feeling in your stomachs that you have right now as your hands swung together, shoulders bumped, and shy smiles on your faces like you two were forbidden to be with the other and were sneaking off into the night.

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[k0dster]

Could I please request something Tess/Reader? Maybe reader is with her on a run and they get hurt, and Tess's reactions to that?? :0 Maybe they're already together, or this is the catalyst for them to get together??? Whatever you're comfy with!!

Checkpoint

Tess Servopoulos x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Notes: Eek! My first request! So appreciative of you sending one in, I had such a fun time working on it. Literally love my girl Tess UGH. I tried to keep the reader’s dialogue to a minimum, personal preference but I enjoy when the reader doesn’t say a whole bunch because then you don’t have to mischaracterize yourself. Anyways, hope you enjoy it lovely! <3 (Also gonna apologize for how long this took me, I've been so busy the past few weeks it's not even funny)

Summary: “You didn’t get bit..Did ya’?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, gruff with her southern twang she couldn’t ever seem to cover up. The whole atmosphere seemed lighter as you shook your head, a sigh releasing the obvious tension that filled her frame. "Good.. that- that's good.."

Warnings: just about everything you'd anticipate with TLOU, guns, disgusting detailed descriptions of infected (does this even need a warning?), wounds, gore, dead bodies.

Requests here

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Area 4, Boston MA

Smugglers. The lowest in the pecking order of the apocalyptic society. In the eyes of the "law" that is. Tess provided much more ammunition and food than she believed possible and, in her books at least, it was well worth the risk of being caught.

Boston, a once bustling city, was now filled with gracious amounts of military checkpoints whose armed guards wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. It was a fear that came with the business, but she assumed a bullet was better than taking her chances with the virus-filled wasteland that lurked beyond the comfortable confines of the city. Tess had grown accustomed to the ins and outs of checkpoints, working her way through with a practiced ease. Until you showed up. Tess wasn't exactly a welcoming embrace, with a mouth like a sailor and a mean right hook you never wished to be on the receiving end of, you didn't believe you would be with her long. Though, as you began to prove your worth as something more than just another mouth to feed, her defenses began to crumble almost as much as the concrete jungle.

The day had been coming to an unceremonious end when it happened. The last checkpoint clung to the horizon, the melting pinks and oranges of the swirled sky stood as the last glimpses of the warmth of the sun. The mission had gone off without a hitch, your packs heavy against your backs as you traversed the miles of cracking pavement. The supplies would last the harsh first weeks of the snowy winter that was to come. Winter was fast approaching, lingering in a cold chill that cut through your jackets and left your noses pink. Tess had an older jacket wrapped around her shoulders, occasionally pulling it over her chest in hopes it would remain together where the zipper used to be. You had found an old bomber over the summer, spending any off time you could find sewing insolation into the old fabric. It had come out nicely, guarding against the bitter chill the slowly rolling rain would bring.

The concrete beneath your feet was soggy as you two came to a stop before the towering metal wall. It had rained the day prior, soaking cold rain into the asphalt. Tess was quick to rest her hand over your chest, pulling you both to a staggering hault. The whole world seemed unusually quiet; the birds in the trees had fallen silent, the whipping wind had ceased, the usually bustling checkpoint now stood as nothing but an empty sheet of metal. Her hand left your chest and rested over the grip of her handgun, filling the tense atmosphere with a well needed shadow of safety.

“Wait here,” Her tone left little room for argument as she stepped forward, her shoulders tensed and her breath hitched, like a cat waiting to pounce. Even from here you could smell it, the repulsive, sour stench that accompanied the dead. You knew she had noticed it too, her face scrunched into a tight grimace as he attempted to shield her nose with her arm. The usual abundance of guards was now a series of bodies, angry, deep bite marks snuffed in blood covering their exposed skin. The bullets strewn about the scene left little room for imagination, leaving only the burning question of the culprit.

Tess crouched to inspect a corpse, immediately stiffening as a gargling clicking sucked away the tense silence. She struggled to find the source of the jarring noise before it was practically on top of her. Only, it was on top of you. A sharp pain shot through your arms as it attempted to hold you still, its jagged mouth clamping for your scarf covered neck. The vibrant crest of mold that replaced its scalp was dull and grey with the chilling cold, its open mouth leaking with a foul smelling saliva that now coated your arms. The jacket that covered its body, as ripped and mangled as it was, stood as a reminder of the person it used to be - breathing and struggling against the wasteland - its story lost to time, left for only the people it knew in its run of life to know. It thrashed with you as you struggled to push it off, its clumsy mass of limbs wrestling to find anywhere to sink its decaying teeth. Tess was yelling something you couldn’t make out over the shrieking before its weight left you, tearing your jacket and the skin that sat beneath it in the process. If your ears didn’t hurt before, they did now, two shots echoing through the air before the undead collapsed dead against the ground.

Tess was splattered in blood, but she looked okay as she inspected your arms for a few short moments before she was shoving you towards a building. The old convenience store provided enough shelter to allow for a moment of clarity. You slumped down against the North wall, resting behind the old payment desk. The walls had long been stripped of anything useful, leaving ominously empty shelves and old, broken refrigerators covered in nothing but broken glass and old memories. After a few moments she fell to a crouch in front of you, her brows furrowed with worry. It was the first time you had seen her truly worried, her calloused hands finding your arms, her eyes meeting yours in confirmation as she gingerly rolled up your sleeves. Finger marks tore down your arms, crescent shaped marks mid way up your arms dribbling small amounts of blood; farther down they became more shallow, burning hot against the chilled air. Your jaw clenched instinctively at the contact, earning a sympathetic smile from Tess as she slung her pack from her shoulder. The little first aid she had scattered in her pack didn’t provide much: half a roll of gauze, an almost empty bottle of antiseptic, and an old, already blood stained rag.

She rested the rag over the opening of the bottle of disinfectant, listening to the small amount of liquid sloshing within the bottle, deeping the red on the torn up cloth. Her hand met your wrist as she carefully extended it out between the two of you, thumb skimming over your skin as the cloth met the scratches. It seeped into the wound, leaving a deep sting that shot through your arm and forced a sharp gasp from your throat. Her thumb dug a little deeper into your pulse, rubbing comforting circles as she meticulously worked away at your skin, a deep crease still stuck in her brow. You could tell she wanted to speak, her eyes occasionally meeting yours as if she was going to, but something in her hesitated and she continued her work. As Tess fell to motioning for your other arm, you finally spoke up,

“Something you wanna say?” Her shoulders tensed beneath her jacket, her expression loosening before it fell back into a tight focus, the rag sending another dull burning up your other arm.

“You didn’t get bit..Did ya’?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, gruff with her southern twang she couldn’t ever seem to cover up. The whole atmosphere seemed lighter as you shook your head, a sigh releasing the obvious tension that filled her frame. "Good.. that- that's good.." With that the room fell into, this time, a more comfortable silence. As she pulled away to grab the roll of bandages a smile warmed her face, “Gonna have quite the badass scar,” It allowed for a change in mood as she began to cover the wounds from the harsh air with soft gauze. “One hell of a story too.”

“Joel missed out, imagine the look on his face when you tell him you killed a clicker.” Her smile grew slightly as she let out an assumed huff, her hands coming to a stop as she finished wrapping. Pulling your sleeves back down she allowed herself to slump down beside you,

“He’s never gonna let us out of the house again,” She sarcastically groaned, the back of her head meeting the wall. “I can hear the lecture now.” Her ponytail swung to the side, swiping over her neck as she gazed over at you, clearing her throat. “‘You two are gonna get yourselves killed one of these days!’” Her Joel impression was mediocre at best but it still sent you both in a fit of giggling and overly exaggerated impressions.

Tess was still giggling as she let out a yawn, glancing through the front window at the dark abyss that lay outside. It was fairly quiet, apart from you still chuckling at yourself, leaving room for a rare, but welcomed, moment of peace. Her head fell back against the wall once again, her eyes shooting over to you as she muttered, “Should really get some sleep, gonna be a long day tomorrow.” She watched as you looked outside, clearly tense at the idea of letting your guard down when there was probably more infected lurking beyond the comfortable walls of the convenience store. “I’ll take the first watch,” Tess was quick to reassure, her legs sprawling out across the dust ridden floor as she placed her pistol beside her thigh. It was enough to calm you, your cheek pressing into her shoulder as you lolled over into her. The miles of walking were finally beginning to reach your legs in a sore aching, exhaustion clawing its way into your drooping eyelids. Your arms still burned, but everything seemed to feel a little bit better as Tess snaked her arm around your shoulders, tugging you a little closer to her.

“Goodnight, Tess…” You drowsily murmured against her jacket, taking in the comforting, earthy smell that always lingered on her. By the time she replied you were already fast asleep, a smile gracing her lips as your breath evened into a slow, steady rhythm and your muscles released the tension they’d been carrying throughout the day.

“G’night, sweetie…” She whispers back, her lips pressing a careful kiss to the top of your head, her hands tracing gentle patterns against your sleeve. She wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but she was much happier focused on the soft breathing of the figure beside her than the worry of the approaching day.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look What You Made Me Do 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Curtis Everett, ceo!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The conference room is set. An array of desserts sprawl across the table on trays, carafes of tea and coffee, ewers of juice, and a large jug of water. There's only one thing missing, aside from your employees. The most basic of necessities.

You search around for one of the cafe workers in their all black attire, the logo the only snatch of brightness on their being; a plume of smoke that reads Everett's. A venue recommended by several of your company members though you preferred the more corporate chain. You approach the man with the buzzcut and stubble along his jaw as sets tongs on each tray.

“Hello,” you greet him, crossing your arms. His grey blue eyes flick down at the gesture and back up. He offers an expression short of a smile. “I'm just hoping you have some cutlery. Oh, and napkins.”

“They're in the truck,” he checks his watch as he gives the monotone answer.

“Shouldn't they be up here?” You insist.

He sighs, “we're setting up. One thing at a time.”

You're taken aback by his tone. You're not in the habit of being mean to service workers but you expect more than his dismissive manner. You poke your tongue into your cheek and tilt your head.

“I understand, there's no need to be hostile,” you reproach.

“I'm not,” he takes another lid off a tray, “I'm just stating facts. You'll get your forks and knives.”

You lift your nose up. You don't like this man. He is too gruff for this business.

“Hmmm, well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell your boss how helpful you were,” you take out your phone as your words drip with sarcasm, “and so bubbly and nice.”

You scroll through your recent numbers. This was a lot of work, the type you don't usually make. The whole event was your idea, to show some appreciation for your employees, but it's left you entirely exhausted.

You hit the number you've been going back and forth with over numbers and arrangements. You step away with a trite smile and turn your back. You wait as the phone rings. It answers on the first.

“Everett's,” the short response, in double.

You blanch and hesitate to say anything more. That's odd.

“Uh, hello, I'm from–” you begin and stop again as the odd echo eeks you out. You turn and face the man with his phone in hand, the screen showing the call on speaker.

“So, you forget to order something?” The man asks.

You squint and approach him step by step. You scoff, “huh.”

“Look, I'll get the forks, happy,” he pinches a set of tongues in front of you, “if there's anything missing, I'll be more than happy to refund it.”

Your mouth pinches in irritation, “right.”

“Curtis Everett,” he drops the tongs on a tray and offers his hand, greeting you by your name.

You look at his hand and reluctantly shake it. His grip is tight, almost painful. You pull away, hiding your discomfort.

“Ma'am,” he smirks and turns on his heel.

You stand, speechless, watching him strut out. ‘Ma'am’? You… you aren't that old. Your grays aren't that bad. Are they?

You strut around the table. The coffee smells great. You pour yourself a cup of the dark roast and blow over the top. You wander around and take a careful sip. It is great coffee, you have to admit. At least to yourself.

“Locally roasted,” Curtis declares as he enters with a box under his arm. “In house, just like all our products.”

“Mm,” you lower the cup, your lipstick stained on the rim.

He puts down a tray and starts to load in bamboo cutlery from the box, nearly sorting it into the different sections.

“Bamboo?” You frown.

“Biodegradable,” he says without looking up, “we are local and sustainable.”

“I don't want splinters,” you sniff.

“Well, you could just use your hands,” he shrugs. “Or are you too good for that too?”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, lady, I didn't come here to be treated like a dog. I came here to make sure everything was set up properly. I'm a business owner and I'm sure you know that means I could be doing something more important.”

“You could,” you agree.

“But I'm here. I'd call that attentive service,” he insists and flips the flap shut on the box, “you have a good day, ma'am. Maybe try some decaf.”

He walks back out and once more leaves you glaring

As good as the coffee is, it's not worth that man's ego.

[jbbartram-illu]

Current status: frantically creating small beasts & pinch pots for my first ever kiln firing, as the guy who's helping me replace the bottom element/make sure it's ready to go is coming by on Monday, EEK.*

Since I have no idea how the kiln, who I've decided to name Calcifer after my favourite fire demon, will behave, I'm focusing on objects that don't take too long to make (so no WoodsBeasts or Bird Ladies in this batch), which is honestly a nice, low-stress/no thoughts head empty way to start my pottery year!

ALSO: I have not forgotten about the many lovely questions still waiting in my inbox...it's just been the Busiest Holiday Time and I haven't had the brainspace for my always-too-extensive answers...they're on my list to start answering again & I hope to do so soon (for real this time)!

*Due to drying time, I estimate that my first ever bisque firing will happen in maybe 2-2.5 weeks? I really really want to make sure everything is super dry & it's actually been pretty humid here lately (the ONE time I'm wishing for horrible winter dryness & it won't oblige! RUDE!).

[yuukei-yikes]

[old kagepro fan shinaya bias kanoshin curiosity] waughh cinema absolute cinema. before anything else lets congratulate shintaro openly admitting he's bisexual after initially believing he was the token straight guy of the group

honestly for how impossibly complicated this situation is, you write it in such a grounded way? like shintaro makes a point and i think yeah thats right. then ayano makes a point and i think yeah thats also right. and they both make points i disagree with and everything is just so believable? the visual gags were great on this one too, the books are funny but i think my favorite is the way the speech bubbles at the end are spilling out of them like the involuntary retreads of the past that they are...

i know someone already talked about it but ughh the way ayano misunderstands what shintaro meant when he said "you're just you" while simultaneously understanding what it means for shintaro to say "just shuuya" is so GOOD and heartbreaking. wanting to be the center of shintaro's world (without understanding why until shintaro unwillingly drags it out of her) but being forced to realize that he attempted to move on. so much of what ayano does is selfish here but considering how much of it is informed by intense self-loathing i really do get how she's feeling. she both WANTS IT but can't let herself have it because she thinks she's an awful person. but if she cant have it she can't let kanoshin happen either right!? it's unhealthy and it's her responsibility to stop them instead of looking inward on herself!!

in a bad soap opera i think the section of ayano being jealous might come off unfair, and not say that it isn't unfair to shintaro, but it only happens because shintaro confessed to loving both of them which is incredible writing. had shintaro not said he loved ayano and only said he loved kano i don't think ayano would be as confused. because like, is the relationship of her dreams in her grasp?? it's still possible?? but she doesn't even realize she still wanted that until the end, so it's truly ayano attempting to solve a problem she doesn't know the cause of nor the solution to AND ISN'T THAT SO AYANO!

sorry i hope my ayano apologist speech isnt too long. she's definitely causing problems i just don't like to see her upset. but i also do!

ankdkwofkwod and i put it in like sort of a joke but shintaro being bi is kind of everything like IMAGINE that situation. imagine youve been staunchly straight for THAT many lives and then being like ohhhh... actually??? yeahhh. like him realizing he's into guys and like being kind of firmly into kano is like. LIKE again he says in in part 19 like he didnt know he could still find things out about himself. not only can he love someone other than ayano, but it can be a GUY? crazy. and him being like actually comfortable with it is everything i know he'd go into the millions stages of grief realizing it but i skipped all that shit for kagefuture. yay. i want him 2 be happy

sorry sorry sorry for kanoshin worms but i imagine kano being a reason he's comfortable with it LOL. i havent thought of how much time kano and shintaro were together but i imagine a few months. shintaro being like please slow down ive never been with a guy before. and kano's like youve barely been with a woman what do you MEAN. but alright fine we can take it easy. idk. i think them getting into a weird situationship cause they're weird as hell and instead of it being weird they're understanding of each other and nice it's like. eek. hehe. kano being patient with shintaro who's a nervous wreck and shintaro sort of giving kano the attention he really craves. ur situationship looking a lotttt like a loving relationship dude... anyways sorry whatever. ill kick my rock dejectedly now

honestly im sooo relieved u guys keep understanding ayano. i kept being like oof i hope ppl wont think im demonizing her or making her act this way so they'll hate her or anything. i LOOOVE ayano and i think she deserves to be messy and make bad choices like everyone else... what being a perceived saint does to a girlie. but also, WHAT IS the relationship of her dreams? what DOES she want from shintaro? sure He thinks she wants him back now, but DOES she? shintaro can't figure it out for her. she has to do it. until then, whatever she expresses through favoring will just be a mess of feelings u can barely put together. and she can't just make shintaro have the responsibility of figuring her out. that's like. she's not being a very good friend to him let's just say lol

i love how u said "she's being selfish but it's all from all this intense self loathing" cause. YEAH. exactly. ayano's most selfish attitude here is never considering how much she means to kano and shintaro. she stresses about her love for them and to each other, and keeps forgetting they absolutely love her too, and they dont fucking feel like FIGHTING HER ALL THE TIME. she acts like she wants to solve things, yet kind of keeps accidentally self sabotaging. sometimes the grown up thing to do is to sleep on it

and thank u for noticing the "just you(ayano)/just shuuya" thing too. heh. shintaro doesn't have an idea of either of them. he REALLY knows them and loves them the way they are. auuggh.

THANK U FOR THE APPRECIATION of my silly visual gags. i luv drawing them. so fun

[ask-jay-gatsby]

Dear Mr Gatsby,

long time no talk! I certainly hope you've been well.

I heard there're cats visiting you every so often! Good for you! Though I do hope they're not peeing on your walls to mark it as part of their territorry or eating the food you left out to cool. But I trust that you have no such issues.

Do you call them by any names yet? If I may be so bold, may I suggest some traditional Czech names? The most popular name for male cats is Macek (M-ah-ts-eh-k) or Macik (M-ah-ts-eek),

which roughly translates to fat or chonky. If it's a tabby, we call it Mourek (M-oh-r-eh-k), which literally means Tabby. Ginger cats are Zrzek (zrz-eh-k), whic means ginger (the female version would be Zzka. The previous two names don't really have suitable female equivalents).

For female cats, the go-to name is Míca (M-ee-ts-ah) or Micka (mi-ts-k-ah). A gender neutral pet name would be Tapka, which means paw, but the pronunciation would probably be too complicated for you to use on a daily basis (tya-p-k-ah). It's a nice name though, I know many dogs and cats - and, in fact, a guinea pig, as well- of this name, including my own cat, who unfortunately passed away a few years ago.

I hope all this talk of pets didn't bore you, and I'm looking forward to hearing from you!

All the best,

Hana

POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. AUG 1922

Dear Hana,

Rest assured, old sport, I might never tire of talking about pets. I've only ever had a bird before and I didn't pay it nearly as much attention as I should have, so having this cat in my house is a fresh and wonderful thing.

He's so lazy. Incredibly lazy! It's a testament to feline willpower to watch him roll bit by bit across my carpet to remain perfectly within a ray of sunlight. I simply would not have the patience with myself or the sun to remain there on the floor.

I haven't named him yet, but I'll certainly keep those in mind! Nick tried to suggest 'Tom'—as in tom-cat—but I would never saddle such an innocent creature with such a despicable name. It even took Nick a moment to reckon with the root of my disgust at such a hideous suggestion.

Perhaps once I can convince the ginger's tabby friend to come inside, and I see the two of them interact, I'll be able to come up with names for them both based off of how they interact with each other. The trouble is that the tabby is so unbelievably standoffish—not mean, either, but as soon as I put my hand out to pet him, after sitting for several minutes while he sniffs at my knuckles, he darts away as though I intended to strike him! It's heartbreaking! I can hardly stand it.

I leave him extra cream now. I hope he understands what I mean by it.

If you're interested, write back and I'll update you on my progress.

Sincerely and emphatically,

Jay Gatsby

[crabussy]

Hi robin hope you're doing good!! Are there any places to see or things to do you'd recommend for someone visiting Aotearoa for the first time?

hi its actually francis but I'm just as (if not more but don't tell him I said that hehehe) fanatic about aotearoa!!! I'm happy to help out. I'm gonna write a bit and leave this in drafts and then rob can finish it off cause its reaaaally late!! eek!! I gotta sleep because there's hiking happening tomorrow!

waitomo glowworm caves are great but ACTUALLY!!! I DON'T RECOMMEND THE SUPER FAMOUS ONE!!!! it's nice but it's not so long and the photos you see online are usually better than the experience you get. try out ruakuri caves in waitomo instead!! they're pretty much right next to the most popular caves, but they're longer, deeper, contain more interesting formations AND glow worms as well!! not as many as the main one. it depends on what you're looking for!!! there's a SUPER COOL motel called woodlyn park where you can stay in an old boat, an old tram, an old plane or a hobbit house that have all been converted into rooms. it's really cool!! might be a bit costly though

SWIM SOMEWHERE IF YOU CAN!!!! a river, an estuary, a beach. check water quality first!! beaches are probably your best bet! one of my favourite things in the world to do is swim at the beaches in aotearoa. I have yet to see a beach that makes me happier than the ones here!

some REALLY COOL TOWNS include rotorua (super stinky geothermal hotspot!!! so cool!!!!! bright green lakes!!!) and ahuriri (art deco town!! they actually hold a 1920s inspired festival there yearly if I'm remembering right!), <- francis went to bed at this point HI its robin now. what the freak is up guess I'm writing the rest of this post. also I'm DEFINITELY the bigger fanatic don't listen to her. liar liar pants on fire etc

UM!!! DEFINITELY hike/do a day walk if you can. I fucking LOVE hiking here it's always beautiful. in te ika-a-māui (north island) I really enjoy the waitākere ranges, there's currently a rāhui for some areas but I went hiking last weekend and the trail I went on was really lovely. there are quite a few to choose from!! I went along exhibition drive and the beveridge track, entering from titirangi village.

we're well known for our native birds, but as many of them are endangered you might have trouble seeing many of them. I'd recommend tiritiri matangi, an amazing conservation island off the shore of tāmaki makaurau. it can be pricey to visit but the sheer number of birds to be seen there is wonderful!!! you can even see takahē, as well as kiwi at night. the cost of the ticket goes towards the conservation being done on the island.

if you have a chance to experience a kapa haka performance or attend a māori festival GO. GO GO GO. it's always incredible, the power and just. joyous fierce pride people put into the waiata and haka is amazing. if you go around june-july, you'll be there for matariki celebrations!!! experience them. there'll be lots of events happening in major cities like tāmaki makaurau and pōneke.

if you're up for a bit of camping, motutara farm is an absolute gem. it's in whananaki, and needs to be booked WAY in advance but my god its marvelous. the beach is wonderful the rockpools are fascinating the walks are incredible and the camping sites are so lovely. you will have to deal with long drops.

genuinely, and I'm so serious, if you end up in the north island LET ME KNOW!!!! I love meeting up with people and if you end up in the city I live in, I'd love to show you around!!! there's a walk I really love in my town that I'd be happy to take you on.

there's so much more but these are my (and francis's) top picks!!!! I love these islands so much. there's so much to be experienced. I WILL ALSO SAY!!! the public transport is very good. you can mostly rely on it especially in cities.

[fairytale-symphony]

// roleplay opinion masterlist !!

@\fairytale-tragedy : Shigi is absolutely amazing! Not only is he really talented at sooo much stuff, but he's so nice to me... he makes me feel really loved. I do everything I can to make it up to him!

@\fairytale-mystery : I love Shuichi! I always feel really happy when I'm with him - there's this weird hole-like thing in my heart-adjacent area that I don't really notice when I'm alone, but when I'm with him it goes away.

@\fairytale-fantasy : I love Kairi so much! Isn't she sooo amazing? It feels like every day, I learn that she's good at something new and awesome. It's kind of weird actually, even when I'm with her I miss her... I'm always happiest when I'm close with her. I'd give up everything for her in a heartbeat!

@/fairytale-harmony : The Virtual Singers are amazing... I feel like I've learned a lot of important things about myself through them.

@\fairytale-memory : Katsumi is pretty nice, and she's like a kindred spirit to me. Oberon is... well, he can be soo much, but he's nice for the most part. Raiden can be a little bit of a jerk, but I know he means well! And Endo is also kind of overprotective... and violent... but I know he only wants the best for me.

@\fairytale-fatality : They're lying to her.

@\sinful-dying-wish : He terrifies me!!!

@\sorrowful-dying-wish : I barely know her, sorry!

@\soulful-dying-wish : I like her because she's Shuichi's sister, but she also terrifies me.

@\sickly-dying-wish : I saw them with Aoi once. Spooky!

@\fairytale-comedy : Shigi's sister is really... well, sometimes she's super nice, but don't let it fool you! She can be super ruthless, eek.

@\flaming-requiem : She's great, isn't she? I really wanna spend some normal time with her. Like, without crazy children or interdimensional... whatever.

@\windswept-aria : He's such a jerk to Kairi. I have to resist the urge to stGIVE HIM MY MIND!!! I wish he wouldn't be so mean all the time.

@\imperatrix--umbrosa : She's really nice... even though I know she's really strong, she also feels kinda... sad sometimes. I don't think she's used to not being lonely... honestly, me too, haha!

@\language-of-eternity : Um, ignoring all of the really weird stuff, he's super cool and smart. We're friends (I think) and that's it, honest!!!

@\asahineez : Mafuyu seems really nice!!

@\enaneez : I think she hates me, ueh... but she seems like a really nice girl otherwise.

@\mizukeez : She's sooo nice... and pretty...

@\yoisakeez : I like her! She's pretty quiet, but she's nice. Ena gets a lot nicer when she's around.

@\snowy-lily : Ryoko's super happy-go-lucky a lot of the time, but I feel like she's just faking a lot of that... can't tell, though.

@\ardent-lily : He's a really good teacher, but he looks like he hasn't slept in years. Like he has unfinished business, or something. Apparently he was a detective before he came to Kamiyama... scary stuff!

@\viridescent-lily : He seems nice! I feel bad for him when I heard about his sister... If I lost Kairi.. uh, I don't want to talk about. I hope he's doing okay!

@\luminescent-lily : Oh, I don't think I've seen her.

@\exploding-meerkats-official : I really, REALLY wish they wouldn't.

@\rat--mafia : I'll do my part to rid the world of sin and also rats who make bad decisions, and when I die in hellfire, all of mine will go with me! They've taught me a lot in the way of combat! My nickname is The Rat King, hehe - they're like a second family to me.

@\neverending-snake : She's a super great teacher! I'm doing really good in her class, hehe.

@\neverending-sakura : Funai has mentioned her a few times, and I've seen them together!

@\neverending-snowstorm : I don't think he likes me... but he's sort of that way with everyboy.

@\neverending-slaughter : I don't believe I recognize her, sorry!

@\ruieez: He's one of my best friends! I love helping with work at the Wonder Stage, and I think his robots are really cool. But... They hate me...

@\shiraisheez: An's great! I'm so, so grateful for friendly faces at Kamiyama, ehe... it's been so long since anyone other than family has been as kind to me.

@\momojan-real: I think they're awesome! You know who REALLY thinks they're awesome? Jerry Jeagle. That guy's merch-happy. :(

@\nan-mais-tu-vas-ou: I think they're awesome! You know who REALLY thinks they're awesome? Jerry Jeagle. That guy's merch-happy. :(

@\caramel-pain: NO COMMENT. Nevermind, I have a comment - Ratrick can be a little shitty sometimes, but he means well... Mostly... Ish. I can't let her tell anybody... if they find out, they'll all hate me. THAT is a secret I will carry to my GRAVE, thank you.

[carlos-in-glasses]

“Time to get up,” she’ll hear him say, “We’ve got somewhere to be.”

on this week's episode of "rhythms quotes that destroy me," this is taking first place. there's something about the way you write about grief, and time, and memories—like everything has already happened. i adore it.

this whole chapter might be my favourite so far. i absolutely devoured it. carlos came second place! he invited scott and steven and the 126 to the reading! he came out as shadow poet!!!! i'm kvelling. i can 1000% understand his outburst towards andrea, and her feelings about it. grief is a beast, and i love the way you write it, in all its nuances and messiness. it's something beautiful.

on another note—i was scrolling through the injured tk tag to procrastinate studying, and came across a ridiculously entertaining fic about hands. you can imagine my shock when, one whole chapter in, i realised who the author was! we're truly eating up the cig fic content today.

episode tomorrow! eek! please, god, whump the hell out of carlos reyes <3

xox angels anonymous

"rhythms quotes that destroy me" awww!! Amazing!! Hello again Angels Anonymous! Lovely to have you back!! And thank you for letting me know that line stood out! Oh my gosh I am sooooo over the moon that chapter 13 is your fave??? The response I've had to it has been so nice! I kind of wasn't expecting it because in some ways it's a 'quieter' chapter and a bit shorter, but I guess there's something about conflict and resolution. Andrea and Carlos both just miss him. They're so hurt and confused and lonely in their grief even though they have each other (and TK is right there with them too). I replied to a comment with something along the lines of: Carlos needed to say what he said, but the timing was bad and the choice of words...not so good! Sometimes we get it wrong even when we *aren't* wrong, you know? But anyway yes - he managed to overcome quite a lot despite all that, and maybe a reunion is afoot! 👀

And oh my goodness thank you visiting Release the Hand to Relax the Animal! It's so much fun to know that you started reading it before you realised it's mine 🤣 I'm very relieved that you were being entertained instead of thinking 'what idiot wrote this trash?' lol

It is now just a matter of hours until episode 9 and I've just watched the promos and want to scream!!! I wonder how whumpy it'll be! However hard the whump goes, I hope you enjoy it and get a lot out of it!

Prev whump!:

[simblrofmgy]

I got tagged by @quietwaters (eek! I feel loved!) for:

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

So, if I may, I present: Elizabeth!

(Featured in one of her summer fits, inspired by a photograph of my mother at the beach c. 1982)

She is a Ghostbusters OC. Originally conceived for a fanfic I have yet to write because executive dysfunction but continues to live in my head on a daily basis. As such she hails from the mid-to-late 1980s.

In her mid-thirties, divorced, with a career going absolutely nowhere. She works at a coffee shop-slash-bakery in Greenwich Village.

She also lives in Greenwich Village, with her roommate Jackie. They are sort of polar opposites -- Elizabeth tends to fade into the woodwork (partially by design) while Jackie is your stereotypical loud, brash Queens native -- but have become best friends. They joke that if neither of them have found a man by age forty, they're going to live out their lives together as spinsters.

Earned a Master's degree in cultural anthropology at Columbia University while starting over after her divorce, which is how she came to meet the original three Ghostbusters: she had to hunt down Ray Stantz for a book she wanted to use for her dissertation, which he had checked out from the university library and failed to return.

Does not get along with her mother, a homemaker who puts the blame for Elizabeth's divorce on her unwillingness to have children (which, she's not exactly wrong, but), disapproves of her penchant for swearing, and still holds out hope that her daughter will come back home and find a(nother) nice man to settle down with. Even though she's passed her marriageable age. And still refuses to have kids.

I don't follow enough simblrs to have anyone to tag X_X

[tiktaalic]

so i think you might. like. at worst hate and at best are cas voice utterly indifferent to sterek but there's a fic i need you to read. so bad. it changed my brain chemistry or whatever people say. it's an au and they're barely recognisable as sterek and pretty ooc but it's so good it's basically an original novel to me. classic literature even. should be taught in high schools. etc. very stiles centric and very intentionally feeds derek dust which actually. may get you wondering: hey why is anon sending this to me, known derek lover/hater/it's complicated-er. well the answer is: it's just so good. read just like. the first chapter. and see what i mean. why is this sterek fanfiction?! why does this author not have a pulitzer?! it's so crazy. you have a knack for somehow kickstarting entire movements on tumblr and im hoping by sending this to you we somehow create an entire sub fandom for this fanfiction. thank you have a nice day . wow i almost forgot to give you the title it's called the standing dead by standinginanicedress

#not a sterek but I slept for 8 hours and woke up at 2am so I’ve been reading this. I’ve had 3 thoughts mainly which are. One. I assume this is what Taylor swifts life is like. in another world there’s 100k about Taylor being forced to perform Cornelia street after a horrific betrayal leading to breakup while she’s a mess and rebounds with some guy. Two. It’s so funny to me that it’s stiles because while it’s not recognizable as stiles it is like. Yeah of course out of all the fucking teen wolf characters YOU think it’s STILES that’s a tragic figure whose trauma is underexplored while Derek goes 🧍‍♂️, in a distinctly absurdly attractive manner, orphaned without friends. There’s an unintentionally (?) funny aspect to the meta of it. I haven’t eeked past s3 still but it’s very. Out of stiles and Derek there was one of them who was in a really fucked could easily throw the word abusive around relationship. And one of them had zero friends to talk to or process things with and was entirely isolated with this horrific relationship that was His Fault hanging over him. and it wasn’t stiles I’ll tell you that much. Three. Thought three is a thought I’m often idly thinking where I think it should be a law to assign celebrities a therapist and or case worker once they’re famous enough to have articles written about them. Anyway. Thanks