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milkibabe · 2 years ago

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Omg I would kill for you to write Craig for your camping headcanons I love your writing sm 😭💗

This was my most requested headcanons yet! Hope I delivered for you guys <3

(Yes, ik its been a month im sorry i disappear sometimes)

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 & 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with your huge friend group plus your bf's Tweek and Craig

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of drugs and alcohol

✢ a/n: characters are all 21+, Hey guys, I know it's not the family camping hc's ya'll are used to but I wanted to make it fun and include a huge friend group instead. Also this is a really long list of HCs that I've been working on for a while. So, sorry that it kind of ends on a cliffhanger. If you guys want more, I'm happy to add onto it or make a second parter in the future!!

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

𝐒𝐅𝐖

Originally Craig didn't want to go to the camping trip because he'd rather be at home, but when he heard how enthusiastic you were he decided to go anyways.

Tweek was nervous to go because he feared the outdoors, but decided to tough it out for you and Craig.

Craig packed very lightly, he doesn't own that many outfits anyways.

Tweek overpacked, his bag was filled to the brim with gear such as a crap ton of sunscreen, bug spray, bear spray, and other random things because 'what if".

You and Craig's crew rode in Tolkien's van to get to the camping grounds.

It was a three hour drive, so you spent it chatting with the boys on the way there.

Jimmy spent the drive cracking jokes in the passenger seat, making all of you groan from time to time.

Clyde was in the very back seat, squished by the cargo the van was holding.

You all exchanged ideas of how the camping trip will go, planning possible activities for everyone to participate in.

Craig fell asleep on you because he was bored by small talk.

Once you got to the campsite you met up with the other groups.

Of course, Wendy's group of girls were already there before you arrived.

"See Wendy, I told you there was no point in leaving early! Y/N and all of them just got here and Stan's no where to be seen!" Bebe complained.

You and Tweek got to unpacking Tolkien's van while Craig sleepily set up a spot for your guys' tent.

After an hour of setting up and unpacking, Stan's truck pulls up to the site.

"See this is why we shouldn't leave Cartman in charge of the directions! We got lost like eight times!" Kyle complained out loud as soon as they got out.

"Shut the fuck up Kyle! It's your fault, I was distracted by your shit fucking music taste! Blame Stan for giving you aux!" Cartman yelled back, slamming the truck door closed.

You and Clyde held back laughter from watching them fight, as well as watching Wendy scold Stan.

After another hour, everyone's stuff was set up as well as your makeshift kitchen/hangout area.

Your tent was labelled to fit up to five people, but it felt a little cramped from the air mattresses you put in there.

It didn't help that Craig was really tall and took up a lot of space.

Stan told everyone that he needed to stop by the nearest supermarket to pick up last minute snacks and buy more ice for the coolers.

Wendy by default was tagging along, but Tolkien as well as Craig wanted to go with.

You didn't want to be left out so you went along too.

Tweek stayed behind because he 'doesn't trust Stan's driving, neither his old ass truck'.

When you got to the supermarket you and Craig looked for your favorite snacks, while Tolkien and Stan bought several pounds of ice.

You and Craig came across pool floaties and decided to buy a few for Tweek, since you both knew he'd be anxious swimming in the lake.

On the drive back from the market Craig leaned on your head and whispered that he loves you.

He has his random moments of sappiness.

When you got back it was already dark, so Kenny started up the campfire so that you guys could cook dinner.

You and the girls pitched in to help cook, since you knew better than to trust the boys to cook.

You loaded two plates full of food for your boyfriends.

When you handed it to them they both lovingly smiled at you.

Even Craig, who normally holds a blank expression.

Tweek went on to compliment your cooking nonstop, while Craig just nodded while eating.

Eventually, Craig was tired of Tweek talking too much and hushed him by lifting his fork up to Tweek's mouth.

Tweek took it as a sign to just eat and smiles out of embarrassment.

After dinner you and Wendy's group chat and catch up on each others' lives and drama.

While you girls are off to the side chatting and gossiping, you look at your two lovers laughing and goofing around with the other boys on the other side of camp.

You smile and think about how your boyfriends are also enjoying themselves.

You head to bed with Tweek around midnight, since you were both tired as fuck.

Since Craig is a total night owl, he stayed up a little longer with Kenny, Kyle, and Clyde. (Stan wanted to join too but Wendy made him go to bed with her)

You could sort of make out what they were talking about since they were talking softly, trying not to disturb the others' sleep.

Oddly, they were talking about the meaning of life and some other philosophical shit.

You rolled your eyes, knowing they probably got into Kenny's stash of edibles after dinner.

You peacefully drift off to sleep on top of Tweek's softly breathing chest.

"We were so fucking lucky to meet Y/N." You hear Craig say before losing consciousness.

When you awake in the morning, Craig has you both wrapped in his arms.

You give the two boys a kiss on the forehead and get up to get ready for the day.

You help Wendy, Heidi, and Nicole start breakfast, since you guys planned to go swimming in the lake today everyone needed a big breakfast.

Bebe and Rebecca came back from the bathrooms after doing their 1000 step skincare routine to also 'pitch in'.

But really they just sat on their phones waiting for you guys to finish.

The guys start to slowly wake up, starting with Kyle and Butters.

The last to wake up was of course your sleepy boyfriends.

Tweek was practically dragging Craig out of the tent, Craig was definitely last to go to bed.

"Ack- Craig we gotta get up or we'll miss breakfast!" Tweek says frantically pulling Craig's arm.

"Calm down babe, Y/N will save us a plate" Craig says before yawning.

You were a little irritated that Craig just assumed you would enable his laziness.

You totally did save a plate for the two, though.

Tweek urged you to eat more since he's always worried about you.

Craig was still completely out of it, he ate his breakfast like a zombie.

Since Tweek goes nowhere without his parent's special coffee blend, he made a huge pot for everyone to share.

He gave a cup to Craig to hopefully revive him.

After everyone was full and recharged, Wendy told everyone to get ready to go to the lake.

You helped your boyfriends put on sunscreen, since Tweek burns easily and Craig wont put on any.

"Babe, I love you but I hate the way sunscreen feels on my skin." Craig said lazily putting his arms up for you.

"Well, you'll hate the feeling of skin cancer more!" You said rubbing it on his arms.

After helping Tweek apply sunscreen, Tweek offers to help you too.

You accept and let Tweek lovingly, albeit very messily apply the lotion to your skin.

When you get to the beach, you help the girls lay out chairs and towels to set up your guys' spot.

Craig helps blow up a bunch of floaties for everyone to use (mostly Tweek).

Craig tethers Tweek's floatie to the cooler that Tolkien brought so that there is no possible way Tweek will float away.

Tweek chills in his donut style floatie while everyone starts to get into the water.

You cling to Craig because that water is mfkin cold as shit.

Tweek floats over you to ask if you're okay.

Before you could respond, Cartman cannonballs into the lake splashing everyone in the process.

Wendy gets mad and starts to yell at him for getting her hair wet as well as Kyle just yelling at him because that's what he does best.

Cartman just splashes Kyle more and starts an all out water war.

No one is safe from the splashing.

At some point you get on Craig's shoulders and battle Bebe and Clyde in a chicken fight.

You and Craig of course win.

The entire time Jimmy, Butters, and Tweek were just floating and watching the whole thing go down from a safe distance.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

The trip started off very wholesome and sweet at the beginning, but soon turned really dirty for the three of you.

The two boys loved to fight over you and make everything into a competition.

When you were busy chatting with the girls, Tweek and Craig made a bet over who could make you cum the most during the trip.

Tweek took advantage of the time he had alone with you the first night you guys were there.

Since Craig was preoccupied on getting high with Kenny and chatting, Tweek made his first move on you.

Perhaps, Tweek was a genius mastermind and convinced Kenny to distract Craig for a few hours. (Kenny's a real bro and agreed to)

You were all comfy and getting ready to sleep with Tweek when he started to kiss your neck, making you giggle from the sensation.

The kisses started to turn from cute to playful, to light nibbles.

His nips at your flesh made you cover your mouth and moan quietly.

He lifted up from your neck and looked into your eyes, basically making sure you were okay with him going on.

You nodded and smiled a little from his precious worried expression.

He then lifted your shirt up and gazed at your exposed chest in awe, taking in your gorgeous form.

Tweek lowered himself once again and started to suck and nip at your breasts.

This earned a couple of stifled moans from you as you gripped at the sleeping bag beneath you.

Tweek took his right hand and slid them between your legs, which you were unknowingly pressing together.

He parted them slightly and used two fingers to rub circles on your clit through your panties.

You arched your back and held back some more moans, hearing some of the boys outside of the tent still chatting around the campfire.

You couldn't take anymore of the teasing so you started to ask Tweek to keep going.

"Please Tweek, m-more" you asked in a whiny, hushed voice.

"Okay" Tweek said whispering back in a raspy tone.

Tweek slipped your panties off of one leg and inserted his fingers inside of you.

You were so needy and wet, Tweek had to be careful not to make unintentional lewd sounds while fingering you.

You clutched onto his shoulders and breathed heavily as he curled his fingers into that special spot that makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

You needed more of him, so you wrapped your legs around him and begged for Tweek to fuck you.

Tweek thought you'd never ask.

He nervously smiled and pulls his pajama pants down, letting you guide him.

You pulled his dick out of his underwear and gave it a few pumps, which got a small whimper out of him.

You aligned him with your needy little hole and let him slowly push into you.

He let you adjust to his size, aka you dug your fingernails into his back while crying and whining into his shoulder.

After giving you a kiss on your forehead he started thrusting into you, being careful not to cause the tent to move too much.

You used all of your might to not moan out loud from the pleasure.

Tweek has the tendency to twitch a lot, but it increases tenfold when he's fucking you.

You just feel so fucking good, he can't help but jerk a little when he thrusts into you.

He takes you into his arms and pounds you into the air mattress, while you sob into his chest from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tweek couldn't exactly hold back his erratic thrusts which may have been slightly audible from outside the tent.

Kenny definitely knew what was up, but everyone else was too high or drunk to notice.

Tweek still was on a mission to get you to cum as much as possible, so he returned to rubbing your clit while he thrusted into you.

It was enough to send you over the edge.

You came hard while he was still inside of you, which almost made him cum too.

But he pushed past it to get you to cum some more.

He continued overstimulating you, causing you to cum another two times.

He couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out with your last orgasm, releasing his warm, sticky fluids all over your tummy.

After you both calmed down he cleaned you up with a wet wipe.

He helped you get dressed and laid down next to you. Adjusting himself so that you could lay on his chest.

While you drifted off to sleep, Tweek took a marker and wrote three tally marks on his left palm to let Craig know about his progress.

When Craig enters the tent an hour later, he sees the two of you cuddling sweetly, fast asleep.

At first Craig smiled and thought it was sweet until he saw the marks all over your collarbone and neck, as well as the tally marks on Tweek's exposed palm.

Craig clicked his tongue and glared at you guys, taking this as a declaration of war between him and Tweek.

He nestled himself on the other side of you and took you both into his arms, while plotting how he was going to rail you tomorrow.

You and Tweek were oblivious to the evil plans Craig was cooking up throughout the day.

His plans all paid off when Tweek fell asleep on one of the beach chairs after getting out of the water to dry off.

Craig swiftly loosened your string bathing suit while you weren't paying attention.

You felt it start to slip and panicked, telling Craig to grab a towel and help you to the bathroom.

He gladly accompanied you to the bathroom to help you 'fix' your bathing suit.

You turned around in the bathroom stall expecting him to help you tie it.

When he didn't budge, you turned around wondering what he was doing.

He just stood there, tall and intimidating, his usual blank expression turned into a bit of a smirk.

"W-What..?" You asked holding your top up with your arms.

"What do you mean what? I know you and Tweek has fun without me last night." Craig said walking towards you.

"Oh that- I'm sorry we should've told you earlier" You said giving Craig an innocent look.

"Nah, that's not the issue I have." He said pushing you into the wall, arm pressed above your head.

He looked down on you and moved your arm from holding up your top with his free hand.

"Just mad I wasn't apart of it, is all." He said grabbing your jaw with the same hand.

Your face became flushed as your bathing suit was barely hanging on to your body.

"Well then how do I make it up to you?" You said looking up at him, slightly pouting.

"You get on your knees, princess." Craig said smiling.

You immediately sink to your knees understanding what he wanted.

You were more than willing to do whatever he wanted because seeing him shirtless made you feral to begin with.

You slid his swim trunks down, enough for his dick to spring out of them.

He watched you attentively, taking in the sight of you kneeling beneath his cock.

You stroked him a couple of times before taking the tip into your mouth.

You slowly took him into your mouth, causing him to grunt from the feeling of your warm, wet tongue glide against him.

Craig took the opportunity to grab your hair and help you go at a pace he wanted.

The pace being a lot quicker than you were expecting so soon.

You choked a bit, trying to keep up with Craig's thrusts.

"Fuuck, your throat feels so good babe" Craig moaned out while tilting his head back.

Craig pulled out of your mouth to give you a second to breathe.

You gasped for air as tears started to stain your cheeks.

Craig then knelt down to help you up, which confused you for a second.

"Oh I'm just getting started sweetie" He said turning you around to face the wall.

You hold onto the wall as he moves your hips to align with his.

You let out a whimper as he enters your needy pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Fuck, I forget how tight you are" Craig groaned out.

You moan out loud as he fully sinks into you, feeling his dick hit that same sweet spot that Tweek had hit with his fingers the night before.

Craig could tell he hit the right spot from the sounds you let out and pulled himself out slightly, making you whine from how slow his thrusts were.

That was when he slammed right back into you, causing you to yelp from the surprise.

"Keep making those cute noises" he said starting to thrust faster.

Your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the bathroom as Craig pounded you mercilessly, causing your legs to give out beneath you.

He held you your hips up and watched as your body started to sink from the stimulation.

Craig was determined to get you to cum, so he drilled into your sweet spot until you clenched around him and reached your climax.

You scream out his name as Craig didn't slow down or pause for you to come down from your high.

He wanted to punish you for letting Tweek fuck you first.

You were too cock drunk to put two and two together, that both Tweek and Craig were overstimulating you a lot.

After you came for the third time, Craig was desperately holding out to beat Tweek, but he soon reached his limit.

Craig quickly ordered you to get on your knees again.

"Shit, be a good girl and swallow all of it" Craig said holding your hair with one hand and jerking off with the other.

You open your mouth in anticipation as he curses under his breath.

He quickly shoves himself back into your mouth and cums down your throat, making you choke a little.

You swallow everything like he asked.

Craig comes down from his own high and quickly remembered he failed to beat Tweek.

"Fuck" He said putting his shorts back on.

"What?" You asked as he helped you off of your knees.

"Nothing, lets go back and join the others. Don't wanna keep 'em waiting." Craig said with a slight laugh.

"Oh shit you're right!" You said realizing how longs its been.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your week long trip.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park hcs #south park smut #south park #craig x tweek x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek tweak x reader

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anincompletelist · 2 years ago

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happy wip wednesday! :D

THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heybuddy-drabbles for the lovely tags!!! ya'll are on FIRE lately omg -- I LOVED your snippets today!!!!

though it's taken a seat on the back burner while I finish up bridesmaids, poet!henry still lives rent free in my mind (as it should) so here's one of his emails from speak easy fic!

slight cw for grief! nothing too serious, but please be gentle with yourselves <3

Drifting <[email protected]> to Alex

This kind of thing used to be so much easier when my dad was alive. I miss him. You know what’s crazy? I don’t think I’ve ever said that to anyone before. I didn’t think I needed to, but I do. I miss him so much that it hurts sometimes. A lot of the time. Especially when I’m here. It feels like he’s everywhere, in between the pages of the books we used to read, in the corners of the rooms we lived in, always around the next corridor but never actually there.

Sometimes it feels like my life since then has just been one big, long, confusing dream and one day I’m going to wake up and he’s going to be sitting there, right where he used to in the kitchen with the paper open in front of him, and he’ll look up and say You’ve been asleep for so long, Henry. Where have you been? What were you dreaming about? and I’ll tell him everything.

I’d tell him about you too.

—H

OPEN TAG but also @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @rockyroadkylers @sparklepocalypse @getmehighonmagic @wordsofhoneydew @england-would-fall @magicandarchery @zwiazdziarka !!! hope ya'll are doing well this lovely wednesday!

#wips #this fic is my baby #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince

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tewwatee · 3 years ago

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I literally cannot remember how posting works on here but I’m back...technically. Here’s some random panels from the comic I started in my absence.

(It’s called 23:4 and you can read it HERE or on Webtoon Canvas js)

#tewwa's art #OCs #omg ya'll the tagging...the TAGGING...it's been so long #23:4 #webcomic

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etherealperrie · 3 years ago

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HEARTFIRST {pt. VII}

– In which a trip down to the San Diego Naval base to visit an old friend turns out to be more than a simple reunion, as the reader finds herself in the presence of an infuriating, cocky blonde and an old flame she thought had long fizzled out. –

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Contains: Bi!Natasha | Reader is old friends with Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Reader has a past with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw” | Reader has a lot of feelings about Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Warnings: lots of angst this time around ya'll, explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol & sexual activity

A/N: Part seven! Omg! Tag-list is at the bottom, go ahead and send me a message or reply to this post if you'd like to be added for future parts of this story. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy! Also hope you forgive me for the angst here lol <3 If you'd like to go back and read part 1, you can do that here. Or, read part 2. Or 3. Or 4. Or 5. Or 6. Also, check out my playlists for the dynamic of each guy & reader, you can do that here: Hangman x Reader & Rooster x Reader

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The room is dark when you wake. You’re not sure what time it is; whether you’ve been asleep for hours or mere minutes. You shift under the covers, or, you try to. You’re locked in place, something heavy draped over your torso. Lifting your head off the pillow, you see Jake splayed out, his arm wrapped tightly around your middle, your back pressed against Jake’s chest, his head inches from your own, his mouth hanging open as he breathes.

Shit.

You shimmy underneath him, trying to wiggle free from his grasp. You could get out of here and back to Natasha before anyone woke. Sighing, you kick your leg out from underneath the covers and over the edge of the bed, hoping it might give you some leverage to escape Jake’s grasp. Straining, you feel Jake’s arm constrict around you. He stirs, humming to himself as he tugs you back into him. Escaping, turns out, is easier said than done.

“Hangman,” you breathe, moving your hand to where his rests on your stomach, pulling at his fingers. “Let go.”

A loud sigh fills the room followed by a yawn. He shifts his weight but keeps his grasp on you. Rolling your eyes, you take another deep breath. You move under the covers and under his arm, turning over onto your other side to get a look at him. His eyes are still closed, feigning sleep, but there’s a smug smile on his lips. It’s only then when you realize how close your face is to his, your nose an inch or less from touching his.

“Jake, come on, let go.”

“Can’t. Too comfy. Too early,” he groans.

“I, uh, have to pee,” you lie.

He chuckles lightly and loosens his grip on you, giving you just enough room to slip out from underneath him and out of the bed. Jake sighs and stretches out, his muscles flexing under the covers, his eyes on you in the morning darkness. Shivering, you tug on the pants you left on the floor the night before, doing up the zipper and button. You collect your t-shirt and bra, sliding out of Jake’s sweatshirt and into both of them. The last thing you needed was to be caught in another pilot’s sweatshirt; wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. Laughing to yourself you fold the sweatshirt and lay it across the foot of the bed, catching Jake’s eyes as you do so. He looks as if he might say something, might ask you why you changed or might offer to let you keep it, but he only yawns.

Your eyes connect one last time before you leave the room, stepping out into the hallway.

The clock inside the common room catches your eye as you pass by – 3:47am.

Natasha and the rest of the pilots would be up in a couple of hours for training. You consider heading back to her room but think better of it, knowing she’d need her sleep to get ahead of the hangover she’d definitely have in the morning. Besides, she’s under the impression you’re with Bradley. If only she really knew where you’d been, how the night progressed for you. Shaking your head you cross into the common room – a place you found yourself all too often and the epicenter of virtually all of your problems – and snuggle into the couch. You tug the throw blanket draped over the back of the leather down onto your lap and exhale, throwing your head back over the edge of the couch.

Your eyes fall shut, the empty room disappearing, images of Jake flooding your mind. The subtle rise and fall of his chest as he laid in bed this morning, the feeling of his arm draped around your torso and the way it sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. His soft blonde hair messy against the pillow as he turned onto his side, his cocky yet reassuring smile as he handed you his sweatshirt. The way his face softened when he opened up to you, listened to your past. Fuck, Hangman.

The vision of his lush, spring green eyes is the last thing you remember.

Radio static disrupts your image of him, the vision of Jake dissipating before you as you reach out for him, your mind waking, your body coming back to life. The noise continues, echoing through the little common room, voices coming in between the static popping.

Sitting up, fighting off sleep, you glance around the room, your eyes landing on a small, industrial looking radio sitting on a side table in the corner underneath the large bay windows overlooking the tarmac. The radio pops and cracks one last time before the voices on the other end come through loud and clear.

“Rooster, jesus, what the fuck were you thinking?” A man’s voice you don’t recognize comes through first, but your heart sinks at the mention of Bradley. Your eyes flicker to the clock – 8:52am. Flight training.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” Natasha’s exasperated voice echoes through the room next. You can tell she’s exhausted. They all are. It’s clear that tensions are high.

“You told me not to think, Mav!” Bradley shouts, his voice crackling as it comes through the speaker.

“Same old Rooster,” Hangman cuts in, scoffing. “Can’t commit. Not to the mission, not on the ground.”

You suck in a breath, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and traipsing over to the radio. Looking out the window, you turn your face to the sky, wondering if you might see them, but the sky is empty. Something pulls at your chest and you wonder, for a moment, if the tug is from Bradley or Jake.

“Do you have something to say, Hangman?” Bradley’s voice cuts in again and you turn back to the radio. You can imagine the look on Bradley’s face now as he speaks, that defiant scowl present on his brow.

“Keep making your mistakes, Rooster. They only benefit me in the end.” You can hear the smugness in Jake’s voice, practically see his one-sided, prideful smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Lieutenant, enough,” the unfamiliar voice warns.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Fail this training and I get your spot on the mission. Keep fucking up on land, too, and you’ll just push your girl right into me instead.”

Your stomach drops as Jake speaks. The way he’s using last night, everything you told him about your past with Bradley, to mess with his head doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t like being leveraged. Not as you were just beginning to think Hangman could be more than his callsign. Not when you were just starting to like him. Or, rather, admit to yourself that you like him. It’s a punch to the gut, but a confirmation more than anything else – Hangman was just as cocky and self-serving as everyone made him out to be. Callsigns ring true.

“You son of a bitch,” Bradley sneers.

“Lieutenant, I said enough.”

“He’s not cut out for this mission. You know it. You know I’m right.”

“You’re all dismissed.”

The radio clicks off in the next second, dead air filling the room. You sink down to the floor by the window, tugging the blanket closer to your body, exhaling loudly. This is exactly what you didn’t want. You wanted to be here for Natasha, see her again, have a little bit of fun. You didn’t expect any of this, to become a distraction again, Bradley already loathed you for that. Sure, Bradley fucked up, you’re upset with him, but his silence over the radio is deafening. If you know him, you know he’s beating himself up right now, going into self-defense mode, throwing himself deeper into work as a way to escape, desperate to prove himself. And Jake. Fucking Jake. It was stupid, to have wedged yourself between the two of them, even if it was all accidental. Even if somewhere, in that accident, you’d developed feelings you couldn’t name but wanted to follow. Not anymore, though.

You had to leave. It wouldn’t do any good to stay, it’s not your place. It was a mistake to stay as long as you did, to pretend like everything was normal in the midst of some of the most intense training of these pilots' lives. It was selfish, really, to assume you could be at the center of all of this. You’d collect your things and bow out before things got worse, you’d let Bradley and Jake make amends and refocus on their shared mission. They’d train, complete whatever this mission required, and make it back alive, that’s what really mattered.

You’d have left earlier if it weren’t for Natasha. You couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to her, not after you’d just rekindled your friendship and certainly not after she’d put up with everything you’d done during your few short days here. It didn’t take long to pack your things: after all, you hadn’t come with much to begin with.

“Hey, there you are! How was last night?” Natasha sings as she rounds the corner into her room. Surprisingly, she’s smiling and you wonder if it’s genuine or an act she’s putting on not knowing you’d heard how tense this morning’s training really was. Perhaps she’s truly excited to hear about your night. Too bad that was a disappointment, too. Her smile quickly fades as she stops at the foot of her bed, a few steps from you, taking in the scene before her. Your duffle bag is stuffed to the brim, the zipper done up sitting on the bed beside you. Her eyes flicker between you and the bag, her brow furrowed. “You going somewhere?” she asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head home a couple days early.”

“What? Why?” She shakes her head and closes the space between you, sitting down next to you. Her eyes widened. “Did something bad happen last night with Rooster?”

“No,” you sigh. “Well, yeah, but that’s not why I can’t stay. I just think it’s a bad idea for me to be here right now. You guys are so busy with training and I’m just a distraction, it’s not fair for me t-”

“Who said you’re a distraction?” Natasha interrupts. “I love having you here! I’m sure the guys do too.”

You hold a hand up and shake your head. Time to come clean. “Tash, I heard Jake and Bradley on the radio this morning in the common room.”

Natasha exhales a breath, humming in partial understanding. She nods, knowing you knew tensions were high. She no longer has to pretend. You continue.

“Last night Bradley kissed someone else. I don’t know why, but I did, too.” You glance at her and decide to confess. “It was Hangman. Again. It didn’t get too far, thanks to you.” She looks at you, confused, her eyes dropping to the floor as if trying to remember. A second later, her face lights up.

“Oh my god you were in that stall…with Hangman…”

You nod. “We didn’t do anything, I realized it was a mistake and stopped it after that. But then he offered to drive me back and I wound up in his room and we talked and I told him everything – about me and Bradley.”

“Shit,” she groans. “That explains why they were so at each other’s throats this morning.”

“The worst part,” you choke, suddenly trying to hold back tears you didn’t expect, “is that I like him.” Natasha’s brow softens. She scoots closer to you and drapes an arm over your shoulder. Instinctively, you rest your head in the crook of her neck, grateful for her friendship. “But when I heard him say those things, just to mess with Bradley, I-”

“Hey,” Natasha coos, “it’s okay.”

Sniffling, you lift your head from her shoulder and force a smile. “Is Bradley okay?”

Her lips press into a hard line, her eyes darting away from your gaze. Your stomach drops.

“He’s okay, he’s just – you know – in his head. It’s a lot going on: you, the mission. But you’re the only one who can get to him, you know that.”

You groan, “Tash this is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I knew seeing Bradley would be too much.”

“I know, but you can’t just leave now, what good would running do?”

“He’ll forget about me, just like he did before. He’ll be able to focus.”

She shakes her head. “Even if that did work, which we both know it won’t, what about Hangman?”

“What about him?” you scoff.

“He’s an asshole, trust me, I know. But I think you’ll regret not seeing him through. I think you’ll regret a lot of things if you just leave now.”

Natasha’s right. It’s spineless to leave, benefitting no one. You don’t know what you want, but what you do know is that you owe it to yourself (and to Bradley and even Jake) to try and find out.

“I hate when you’re right,” you say, your voice low. Natasha just smiles.

A shadow stretches across the hallway, pulling both of your attention as a figure rounds the corner knocking rhythmically on the doorframe. Jake comes into view, his head high, smiling.

“Thought I might find you here,” he says nonchalantly. He rests into his hip against the doorframe and crosses his arms. His eyes move between you and Natasha, not sure how much she knew or how much he should reveal. Your stomach drops but your heartbeat quickens its pace at the sight of him.

“Well I’ve been told on multiple occasions that I shouldn’t be in the common room, so…” your voice trails off. Jake chuckles, amused by what he assumes is your small effort at a joke, completely unaware that you’re upset with him. How could he know? Last he saw, you were in his bed, your eyes lingering on one another as you dressed yourself: a lover’s stare.

“Oh shoot,” Natasha interrupts, rising from the bed. She drops your hand and you groan, knowing she was about to leave you alone with Jake. Talk about a Hangman. “I’m supposed to meet with Bob about that thing, I’ll see you guys later.” She leaves the room in a hurry and then there were two: you and Jake.

He pushes himself off the door and crosses the small room, eager to close the space between you. Crashing down onto the bed, he props himself up on his elbow and looks at you, still smiling. You remain in your spot, arms crossed, your thumb rubbing circles into the skin of your bicep as you process your thoughts, your mind flicking from anger to disappointment to lust and back around with rapid speed. He looks gorgeous – his tan skin somehow glowing under the fluorescent lights of the bedroom – not run down or tired, as if the competition and the training for this mission was fueling him rather than draining him.

“What do you want, Jake?” you ask, breaking the silence. His eyes lift from where they’d settled on your chest, flashing up to meet yours. His smile drops a half-inch as he notices the indifference in your voice accompanied by the harsh line between your brows. It’s not the reaction nor the tone he expected from you after last night. Regardless, he carries on, clearing his throat, flashing his bright smile once again. Your heart flutters at the sight, but you quell the feeling, placing a hand over your chest, hoping the pressure might be enough to hold it down. It’s not.

It is in that moment, as he opens his mouth to speak, that your phone chimes, lighting up in the little pocket on the outside of your duffle bag. You know it’s just an email alert so you ignore it, your attention still focused on Jake. He, however, takes notice of the large bag sitting on the other side of you for the first time, a look of puzzlement crossing his face as his head tilts dramatically to the right.

“Are you leaving?” He sounds hurt, his voice low, his eyes shifting between you and the bag.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

You just nod. “I think I’m a distraction.” Exhaling a breath, you shift in your seat, knotting your fingers together. “And you guys have bigger things to be focused on right now, you leave in a matter of days.”

Jake smirks, any ounce of what you thought may be sadness suddenly absorbed and turned into another plate of his hard exterior. It might be easier to ask him to take it off, to remind him that you’d both already shed that last night, if you weren’t fighting your feelings towards him.

“I happen to love a little distraction,” he boasts.

“Right,” you scoff. Your skin prickles at his words and you’re talking before you have a chance to think about what to say. “Because they don’t really mean anything to you! You just see them as points on some scoreboard – something that’ll benefit you in the end.”

Jake sits up, his eyes wide, surprised to be faced with his own words from earlier. Words he didn’t know you heard.

“What are you talking about?” he half shouts. “I-”

“Save it, Jake. I heard you talking to Bradley on the radio: you’ll get ‘the mission and the girl,’ right?” The words spill out of your mouth, a dam that hadn’t just cracked under the pressure, but fully fractured, water rushing out into the open, flooding the streets. You can’t stop it, so you don’t try. “You know, I confided in you last night because I trusted you, believed you might actually be a good guy! Then to hear you throw all of that into Bradley’s face in front of everyone…for what? For the glory of getting this mission? To leverage me? For the satisfaction of beating Bradley?”

“Hey, I didn’t know you were listening,” he reasons.

You push yourself up off the bed, your skin hot, heat rising from the pit of your stomach up into your chest and neck, licking at your cheeks. “It doesn’t matter that I was listening, Jake.” The words somehow manage to come out calmly, your voice in no way reflecting the anger bubbling under your skin. Sighing, you continue. “What matters is that I confided in you because I thought you – thought that maybe we could be…”

He rises from the bed, too, as if trying to close the space between you, but you take a step back. Hurt flashes across his face and he sucks in a breath, his eyes dropping to the floor. A few moments ago he looked ever the golden boy, but now he appears tired, the lines around his mouth prevalent as he tries to stop himself from frowning.

“Don’t you want to know why I was looking for you?” he questions, looking back at you. His eyes are soft, his brows loosely knit together, his pink lips hanging open just slightly as he breathes. For a second you want to say yes, give him the benefit of the doubt like your heart so desperately begs, tugging at you, urging you to say something, anything.

“It doesn’t matter, Jake. Like you said, you’re good for a night.” You take another step away from him and he sighs, watching you grab your jacket from the hook on the back of the door. You slip into it and reach for the handle, yanking the door open. “And it was…one good night.”

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A/N: I genuinely cannot believe we made it to part 7 (and by we, I mean me bc I've never been this motivated to write or finish a story before) -- I hope you all are liking it, I'm so sorry for all the angst here but we needed some conflict baybeee!! This was a bit of a challenge to write & this chapter went through MANY iterations of itself, but here we are :) As always I'd super appreciate any thoughts if ya wanna leave them here or chat in my asks <333333

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cynosurecosplay · 8 years ago

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#overwatch #ive been here long enough to know #if concept mercy were theercy we got #with no evidence to ever change her into the mercy we have now #SOMEBODY would still have a problem #this discourse would turn into #omg the doctor is a man blah blah blah #it could have been a woman blAH BLAH BLAH #BECAUSE NONE OF YOU CAN BE HAPPY #ALL OF YOU LIKE TO TEAR THINGS APART BECAUSE YOU CANT ACCEPT THINGS AS THEY ARE #sure. he would have been interesting to have.#but. look. at. your. supports.#THE SUPPORT CLASS IS ALREADY DIVERSE #so please all of you just chill already #im so sick of seeing discourse #its leaking into the zenyatta tags for goodness sake #ya'LL FLIPPIN CHILL

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cherryblossomwatts · 5 years ago

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Hi this is v awkward bec I hardly ever comment on stuff but your film school au is one of those fics that stay in your head a long time after you've read them and you did such an amazing job 💜💜 I've been checking the gandrew tag like it's the morning paper these days and ya'll are making me wanna revive my old tumblr with your wholesomeness 🥺

hey!!! omg, not awkward at all, anon! you’re so, so sweet, oh my gosh. i so appreciate you taking the time to tell me this. and i know all of us would love to see more people rejoin or join the fandom for the first time!!

#liv rants #my writing #an ask #anonymous #but me when i found my queue

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captainkirkk · 6 years ago

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Omg, I'm sorry I saw your tag of the HP fics being difficult and SOMEBODY TO SHARE MY PAIN. O m g it should not be this hard???? Just because they did something not totally good doesn't immediately make them and their entire family evil and money mongering (dead eye stares at the weasley bashing fics). Ya'll. Please, I know you may not have been in HP in a minute, but if you know of any good/great fics without bashing him. I hope you have a good day tho =)

The thing is, I’m super interested in fics that explore the Slytherin crew and the divisions between the houses. The differences between Slytherins and Gryffindors are so interesting! I love seeing enemies or, rather, people from “opposite sides of the fence” interact. I also love seeing powerful!Harry, and reading about politics and dark magic and all that fun stuff

BUT most fics with those themes end up including Weasley bashing (or else they completely write Ron and Hermione out of the picture to give Harry “cooler” friends just because the author doesn’t approve of the golden trio, and the result is so removed from canon that everyone might as well be OCs)

I don’t mind Dumbledore bashing fics, so long as the writing is up to scratch, but Wealsey bashing is one of the things that makes me “nope” out of fic immediately.

And anon, there are so many HP fics out there, and approximately a fuck-tonne with good characterisation (even if there are also a bunch with Bad characterisation), so I can’t come up with a comprehensible fic rec list. But two fics I remember loving for their Ron and Hermione characterisation, that also include a great deal of Slytherin characters (I really love seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione interact with the Slytherins, did I mention that? Because, really. I do), is:

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop

survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller

#it's 2019 can we please stop writing character bashing #please... i'm so tired....#ask #anon #fic recs #is loving ron weasley an unpopular opinion in this fandom???#this is the hill i will die on #hp recs

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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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OMG Elizaaa! Thank you for this serotonin boost!!

I love love love self shipping and am about to give ya'll a glimpse into the AU that @flamingblinglove secretly live in

Your anime self-ship person: Erwin Smith

Your ship name: The Devil Smiths

What do you call each other: He calls me by my name most of the time. I call him Er. But we actually refer to each other by hundreds of different names including baby, love, handsome, gorgeous, honey, tiny (me) and bubble-butt (him and it makes him blush 😱).

Who confessed first: There was no formal confession. He maintains that he always knew I was the one since the day he met me. So, he acted like it from the start. And then, things just kinda fell into place when we were out for a skiing weekend during the winter break of our senior year in college. He did say ‘I love you’ first, though. 🥰

How long you have been together: About eight years.

Are you affectionate: Outside the house, not much. Just fleeting gestures of reassurance that people don’t even notice. At home, I’m practically spilled on top him all the time. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but gets worried if i don’t. 😏

Living together/married: Both :)

Kids: Three human babies - Two older boys and their baby sister. Two dog babies – Cappuccino, our Corgi, and Albus, our Golden Retriever. (It’s like they’re canine versions of us)

What your friend group looks like: Levi and I go way back. He and I were the ‘outcasts’ in school and he’s been my best friend ever since. I met Erwin through him when we started college. He was Levi’s partner on a team project and my boi absolutely loathed him at first. Hange and Miche are Erwin’s childhood friends, who I met through him. And Rei, my bestie is now married to Levi. (@flamingblinglove 👀)

How you each get along with your friends: Erwin and I have been together long enough for my friends to be his, and his to be mine. We take vacations together, go out for meals and host monthly dinner parties. We’re a big, happy family 😊

Night in or night out: Definitely a night in. Smooth jazz, a hearty homecooked meal, a few glasses of wine, cheesy movies on the television and the babies and puppies running around the house. Perfect.

Your favorite date day/night: Well, I love our nightly walks by the lake during summers. We can finally unwind and talk about our days after half of the city is asleep. I look forward to those walks from the very moment I wake up in the morning. But if I had to choose an actual date, it would have to be the one when he fancied up the deck of the cabin we rented in the mountains a few years ago, and proposed to me with his mum’s wedding ring, a shaky voice and teary eyes.

Tagging: @thelittle-lady @jayteacups @unadulteratedtreecrusade @eldiandiablo @chaotic-nick @antoxsmith and whoever wants to jump on this train!!

Self Ship tag game!! Hope you guys wanna do this :) Also I want to do this haha

Your anime self ship person: Levi

Your ship name: Leviza (lmao just came up with that)

What do you call each other: Levi likes my name best, love if he's feeling cuddly, angel when he's reminding me how much I mean to him, brat if I'm annoying him. I use his name out in public, call him sweetheart when by ourselves, captain to mess with him, handsome if he's feeling down on himself.

Who confessed first: Levi did, totally by accident. It started with a simple "I like you" one day when we were hanging out together, and with stuttering and blushing cheeks he tried to revise it when he thought maybe I didn't feel the same. Turned into "I think you're beautiful. What I mean is...!" So I helped him out and told him his blush is the cutest thing I've ever seen, and he stood there stunned going "what's that mean?" **rolls eyes** "I like you too, Cap!" Have to spell it out for him!

Who kissed who: I did. Took a couple weeks. We were literally talking about it and he said he's never really been sure when physical affection is okay, and said I'd have to help him, when it was okay with me, of course. So I showed him that it was more than okay. He liked that.

How long you have been together: 3 years now. Friends first for a time before, got to know each other and 'dated' for a couple months before he brought up making it official. He's always nervous about doing things too early. Sometimes it drives me mad but I want him to be okay initiating things.

Are you affectionate: Hand holding in public is usually it. By ourselves this man is the biggest cuddle bug, don't let him fool you. Literally will whine if I get up to be productive, and then dare turn me down if I seek him out when he's busy. But he really likes kisses, so guess who always wins :) Lazy mornings in bed and couch cuddles are our favs.

Living together/married: Living together almost a year. Thrown out ideas of marriage, like what we would want or where we'd honeymoon. It's fun to talk about. Sometimes if I stay up late with him he'll actually sneak in a random question like "what kind of flowers would you like?" He might be saving my answers. Starting to wonder if he should plan a proposal or just up and ask :)

Kids: Right now we are cat parents. Aren't opposed to kids. Adoption is something we both think about, but can't figure out how to bring up to each other yet. But it's close to both of our hearts considering how Levi grew up.

What your friend group looks like: Levi introduced me to Miche, Hange and Erwin. Jean, Connie and Sasha are my main crew, even if they knew Levi first.

How you each get along with your friends: I get along with his friends great, and they are now my friends. We all have game nights together and Levi rolls his eyes when we come up with stupid answers and laugh sometimes, but we catch him smiling too. I call Hange just to talk sometimes. Levi...tolerates my friends. He doesn't mind Jean by himself since he can act mature, but add Connie and Sasha to the mix and he's out. At least, tries to be! But if one of us is feeling down we're usually at our house for late night snacks and movies. Levi can't avoid it.

Night in or night out: We like staying in way more. Either ordering takeout or helping each other in the kitchen. A quiet evening in, in comfy clothes please.

Your favorite date day/night: My cheesy answer is anytime we're together is my favorite, even just grocery shopping :D Though once in a while we dress up fancy and take in a theater show. Turns out we really like musicals! Who knew?? Also, mystery dinners! You know, where you have to find out who killed who while you eat and the actors put on a show around you. There's not much interaction involved on our part, so Levi doesn't mind, and he's really good at solving the clues and guessing correctly!

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You all probably already know my answers lmao

Friendship questions inspired by this haha

Here's a copy and paste version

Your anime self ship person:

Your ship name:

What do you call each other:

Who confessed first:

How long you have been together:

Are you affectionate:

Living together/married:

Kids:

What your friend group looks like:

How you each get along with your friends:

Night in or night out:

Your favorite date day/night:

There's so many questions to ask! We can do another round if you want another time :) 10 to 12 questions good? Weekly maybe?

Tagging: @jayteacups @hauntedhousecat @ack3rlady @nelapanela94 @levisbrat25 @holy-guacamoly @levi-supreme @little-spoiled-brat @sckerman @hashaneeee @starryenigma @charlotteplsdosth @levis-hazelnut @lucysarah-c @local-ackerman-whore @wetforlevi

You are under no obligation to participate. But if you do I'm tagging you in the next one haha Even if I didn't tag you, go for it! Just picking ones I thought might want to do it :)

#tag games with Mrs.Smith

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kiribaku-queen · 4 years ago

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EXPLANATION + SPOILER!!!!!

Hello my loves! I know I don't own anyone an explanation buuuuut I do want to let you know where I'm coming from. it might be a rant and contain some spoiler so if you dont want to be spoiled, just come back when the last chapter is posted!

ALRIGHT!

okay. SO! I know it's rushed. I'm sorry. i know alot is happening in such a short amount of time but that's how i want it to be. when i originally thought of the idea for the series, i had everything written out: all the details, all the specific scenes i wanted to add, all my characters, all the drama, all the heartbreak.. everything was planned out in detail before i wrote a single sentence. and a majority of it was the build up between Bakugou and MC. i mean, that was literally more than half the story. so when it came near the end where MC is back to being a servant and Bakugou realizes he still wants MC, I still wanted MC to be in heartbreak and wanted them to suffer even more! Because I like heartbreak like that. And the one thing that broke my heart was if MC had a child and that child left her life, just like the love of her life did. so in the end, she would literally have no one and the thought of being abandoned by everyone you love is so heartbreaking. i've been through it, where I thought no one was on my side and i was depressed for a long time. and i felt hatred and alone for a long time. so naturally MC has to go through those emotions too.

i understand the pregnancy trope is outdone. ill be honest, i dont like it either. i almost debated not even going there because i know it is so cliche but i had to do what i had to do! so there's Katsuo for you. and i love him so fuck off.

So with it being fast paced and having a more telling rather than showing aspect, tbh i only had the end vision planned out. so right when MC leaves the palace is everything i planned. then i skipped everything in between and only planned the ending...

LAST SPOILER ALERT SO SCROLL AWAY IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED

...and that ending is MC being reunited with Bakugou. fuck all of you who read this because i really wanted it to be a surprise! so when you fucking read the last chapter, you BETTER be surprised and act like you saw none of this!

NE wayyyy

so ya'll get together and its supposed to be this cute, happy ending. but what about everything i skipped over? i knew that if I had a timeskip after MC leaves the palace and just have that ending scene where MC and Bakugou reunite, then everything is going to come for me, being like 'omg what happened before this? what a major timeskip. you should have included what happens before this or not even have the ending at all'. i saw it all coming. soooo what i decided to do was add like snippets of MC's life with Katsuo but not too much because 1. i know not all of you are interested in reading about Katsuo's life and all that filler before we get to the main couple 2. i dont have the energy to create a whole nother subplot. if i was writing a book or a novel, then maybe i would include it but it would be a lot. lets be honest. and i tried to do my best but i just wanted to let you know what happened. so yes, i told you instead of showing because it would simply be too long.

with the pacing, honestly yes, it was fast. but you all have imagination. fill in the parts, fill in the gaps that you thought was too fast. what did you think happened? how would you want it to go instead? reading is supposed to do that, expand your imagination. and if you already created an ending for yourself and its not how i write it, then write your own ending. AND TAG ME BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT!

Thanks for loving the plotline, i appreciate it because i did spend alot of time planning it out. And i say this all the time: Think about the ideaaa rather than the writing. I'm not the perfect writer. Sorry. My series always turn out like that. I'm not the best writer for endings. Mainly because I'm not always satisfied with the ending myself. So again, if you want to think about the ending or certain parts of the story in your own way, go ahead. you dont even have to finish my series but if it gets your brain working and churning and you can create your own outcome, then do it. Send me your ideas because then maybe that'll help me in the future!

But this is how i want to write and i don't regret how i wrote it one bit. thanks for the criticism that i didn't ask for but i know i have alot of supporters and people who still love this story. AND IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT WHY ARE YOU STILL READING IT?!?!?!?

Bye.

Damn im sorry guys. I keep getting more and more comments that the story is getting worse each chapter. You are not obligated to read if you dont like it. I know the story is rushed and fast paced at the end. i have a whole explaination on why i did that but im at work so ill explain later!

Sorry its not the best story and that its going downhill but this is how i want the story to go so please respect that.

#the blood king and his queen #rant #SPOILERS

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