#yapping🗣️

[queeniehostapasta]

Umphff…(obsessed with him, I YEARN for him)

[stagtorccio]

teen lottie NSFW alphabet?

i always assume these requests mean pre-crash yall have to specify if you want wilderness or post rescue ... but yes anon

LOTTIE MATTHEWS — NSFW ALPHABET yall already know the rules... template from here! warnings: general kinda crude language, mentions of mania and kleptomania? nothing too insane though

mdni, 18+

A = AFTERCARE (WHAT THEY’RE LIKE AFTER SEX)

deeply emotional. threads her fingers through your hair, tucks close to you. soft murmurs that are usually nonsense pillow-talk, cheek to chest, heart syncing with yours.

loves showering with you after, because she’s got sensory issues and doesn’t like when the good sticky turns to bad sticky… gross!

B = BODY PART (THEIR FAVORITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNER’S)

on herself, her eyes– loves it if she can just throw you a look and turn you on, loves making eye contact

on you, your thighs– especially wrapped around her waist. but honestly just flash her any skin and she’s trying to drag you to the nearest closet

C = CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM, BASICALLY)

total little freak… she’ll smear it across your belly, kiss it off your lips, lick it off her fingers… sometimes she’ll just make it a point to be as messy as possible so you have to help clean her up.

D = DIRTY SECRET (PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY, A DIRTY SECRET OF THEIRS)

gets off to the idea of being watched, just a little. mirrors, windows, the edge of public places.

sometimes she fingers herself in her walk-in closet imagining someone stumbling in. cums fast as hell. freak. 

E = EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING?)

more practiced than you’d expect. not in the “tons of partners” way, but she's kinda intuitive. it only takes her a few minutes to get patterns down (and subsequently weaponize them).

F = FAVORITE POSITION (THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING)

lotus— something about mutual closeness, locked thighs, eye contact, etc etc... likes it when you're tangled up in her lap, likes even more that you have nowhere to go.

G = GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT? ARE THEY HUMOROUS? ETC.)

if she’s like INTO it into it, not very silly. more focused on the task at hand. catch her a few drinks in though? giggling the whoooleee time because she’s having so much fun.

WILL say some absolutely fucknasty shit and then laugh hysterically right after because holy shit I can’t believe I said that. she did in fact say that though and probably meant it

H = HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY? DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES? ETC.)

bare or a neatly trimmed landing strip. keeps it soft because she gets irritated as fuck being itchy (me too, girl).

I = INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURING THE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC ASPECT)

super intensely intimate. eye contact so deep you feel like she’s trying to soul-suck you. touches like she wants to merge bodies. she wants you to see her and understand her and vice versa.

J = JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)

does it rarely. slowly and trying to enjoy it on good nights, quick and just trying to cum on bad ones

very visual, often picturing the same person over and over again, sometimes imagining she’s not alone in the room or that it’s someone else’s hand instead of her own. it helps to distract from less pleasant thoughts

K = KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)

control and power play — loves taking the reins, coaxing surrender. it helps her to feel in control of something. vice versa, she sometimes wants to be the one giving up control so that she doesn’t have to think so hard about everything. sort of like cleaning the slate. factory reset if you will

sensory play — blindfolds, silk restraints, dripping wax… sign her right the fuck up

praise — sad lonely girl who likes when you talk sweet to her. fork found in kitchen. unsurprising. but also specifically saying you’re proud is what does the charm because you know this mf needs validation like plants need water… she will implode

L = LOCATION (FAVORITE PLACES TO DO THE DO)

anywhere that feels aesthetic. she’s got a Thing for aesthetics. forest clearing, the floor of her father’s study with incense burning, bed lit by moonlight slashing through stained glass. wants to make it cinematic (like that one sex scene in mulholland drive, rip Lottie you would’ve loved naked in manhattan)

M = MOTIVATION (WHAT TURNS THEM ON, GETS THEM GOING)

vulnerability. seeing you open up, confess a secret, (and, embarrassingly enough, cry in front of her). it’s her blossoming cult leader instincts kicking in sorry. 

also, unspoken glances across crowded rooms… she will literally drag you to a closet by the back of your shirt like a kitten

N = NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T DO, TURN OFFS)

anything detached or performative. hate sex? casual hookups with no emotion? not her thing. 

definitely craves connection and using sex to get in someone’s head– not maliciously, just to understand them deeper than she already does

O = ORAL (PREFERENCE IN GIVING OR RECEIVING, SKILL, ETC.)

giving, reverent with it. adores eating someone out slowly, eyes on your face the whole time, dragging her tongue and tasting everything. 

receiving? rides the actual fuck out of your face, like literally almost suffocates you a little. doesn’t pull your hair but does push your head down until you have to tap out to catch your breath. good luck soldier.

P = PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH? SLOW AND SENSUAL? ETC.)

usually slow and sensual. wants to enjoy it and make it last. but when she’s manic or spiraling, she fucks like she’s exorcising literal demons. maybe she is. who knows.

Q = QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES, HOW OFTEN, ETC.)

will do them, but only if the tension was already there first or it’s a “public” place—bathroom stalls at school, back of a parked car before a party. she finds it more exciting when there’s the chance of getting caught.

R = RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT? DO THEY TAKE RISKS? ETC.)

risky. gets off on risk. being forced into a perfect little bubble your entire life has its side effects. nerves heighten everything else and she likes it that way

S = STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO FOR? HOW LONG DO THEY LAST?)

two or three rounds MINIMUM, especially if she’s feeling manic. will go until you're limp and breathless then ask if you can go one more… good luck babe

T = TOYS (DO THEY OWN TOYS? DO THEY USE THEM? ON A PARTNER OR THEMSELVES?)

yes, but like, classy about it? keeps a little box under her bed– vibrators, a harness, glass dildos…

uses them more on partners than herself, and also just likes collecting them because she’s a kleptomaniac

U = UNFAIR (HOW MUCH THEY LIKE TO TEASE)

when she feels like it. will absolutely edge you until you’re begging, kiss just below where you need her, keep eye contact while she denies you over and over and over…

and does it all while smiling, telling you how good you’re doing. fuck dude

V = VOLUME (HOW LOUD THEY ARE, WHAT SOUNDS THEY MAKE, ETC.)

whispers, whimpers, ecstatic chanting of different phrases if she’s deep into it. moans are drawn-out and trembling. will stutter out that she loves you while taking three whole fingers, she may be a freak but she isn’t a neglectful one

also the louder you get, the more it turns her on… she loves hearing you lose your composure

W = WILD CARD (A RANDOM HEADCANON FOR THE CHARACTER)

has a small collection of polaroids of herself. you know exactly what type of polaroid. 

X = X-RAY (LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON UNDER THOSE CLOTHES)

slender, subtle curves, surprisingly toned legs, BICEPS.

also sometimes doesn’t wear panties because she likes the freedom

Y = YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE?)

pretends it’s manageable but aches constantly. daydreams in class, zones out while brushing her hair. quiet about it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t noticeable

Z = ZZZ (HOW QUICKLY THEY FALL ASLEEP AFTERWARDS)

falls asleep quickly after because her mind is finally quiet for once 

insists on being big spoon because she likes holding onto you. and she has to have at least one hand under your clothes for that skin to skin, obviously 

if you get up in the middle of the night, she pulls you back. you don’t get out of bed until she does, rip you if you have to go to the bathroom

[failyaoi]

I don't remember who I am | you are the universe looking back at itself

[shoot1ngst4r]

how i look trying to find a remus lupin or sirius black x reader that isn’t a poly fic

[13conk9s]

sigh. this is so sad. alexa play pk;m new

[cheeseburger443]

Could you draw Frollo having a religious panic attack infront of Hades?

He's about to piss his pants for sure 👁️👄👁️

[lostgoosebe]

I love wordsmith, this world needs more wordsmith fans

[ohbabydollie]

people wonder how you’re absolutely glowing right after you’ve had your first kid.

how you always seem so well rested and calm, how your house isn’t in total chaos right after having your baby, how you seem so relaxed and peaceful, but Schlatt says he doesn’t help you out.

the truth is he does, he really does.

he says how he’s not gonna change a single diaper or feed, he says that’s he’s not the one who has a baby

but in actually, he’s more than eager to

he does any and everything he can to make sure you’re not stressed from cleaning the house to cleaning up blow outs

he’s the one that wakes up in the middle of the nights to the cries of your baby and only wakes you up if he absolutely must

he knows your body needs to heal right after pushing a seven pound baby out

he’s heard the horror stories of what pregnancy does to someone’s body, how horrible it is dealing with post partum depression and with no help to top it off

he’s heard the horror stories of lousy good-for-nothing husbands who ask for home made meals after their wives have been dealing with the baby all day and night

and he’s damned if he ends up on that list

js a lil thought I had before bed

[n0t-mr-michael]

”I asked chat-gpt-“

WELL I ASKED THE ALL KNOWING NARRATOR WHO IS THE KING OF COMEDY

[arminsbf]

[punk-o-ween]

i only trust people that listen to wrestlers' theme songs in their free time and bask in how much or a banger they are sorry not sorry

[stagtorccio]

Lowkey natalie alphabet…????

highkey yes. bon appetit here's my bi weekly freak post

NATALIE SCATORCCIO — NSFW ALPHABET y'all already know the rules... template from here! warnings: mentions of overstim, a bit of angst, mentions of crying during sex, etc...

mdni, 18+

A = AFTERCARE (WHAT THEY’RE LIKE AFTER SEX)

acts like she doesn’t need it, brushes it off with a scoff or a smoke, but if you stay and wrap your arms around her without asking, she gets soft.

needs reassurance in her own quiet way— rubbing her back, playing with her hair while she stares at the ceiling.

does the same for you without being asked. rubs your back and gives you little kisses on the shoulder, then splits a cig with you.

B = BODY PART (THEIR FAVORITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNER’S)

on herself, her hips. acts indifferent, but you’ll catch her smirking when you grab her there. she also definitely takes pride in her hands. loves painting her nails all pretty right before she fucks you.

on you, your neck. something about pressing her lips under your jawline and feeling you twitch makes her go batshit crazy.

C = CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM, BASICALLY)

likes it messy. doesn’t care where it goes. loves when it gets on her hands or chest or stomach. 

she’ll sometimes lazily smear it just to watch you shiver. and she definitely likes making you make a mess.

D = DIRTY SECRET

likes being submissive but in that deeply intimate you-know-me-better-than-anyone way. 

someone she completely trusts taking her apart and putting her back together, all in a safe space, is literally her wet dream.

E = EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING?)

moderately experienced. learned early, maybe not all of it in a great environment, which makes her guarded.

when she’s with someone she wants, she’s very in tune with them, good at reading reactions, knowing just how far to push

F = FAVORITE POSITION

loves to ride / sit on your hips. wants control of the situation, wants to see your face, wants to move at her pace. 

but she also secretly loves being folded the fuck in half, wrists pinned, someone else doing the work while she stares up at them with glassy eyes.

G = GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT? ARE THEY HUMOROUS? ETC.)

loves making you laugh during sex. it’s probably hotter than the actual sex to her because it just means you’re both comfortable and safe, and she likes when she doesn’t have to take things so seriously.

says the most out-of-pocket dirty shit at the worst times, except she can barely get it out without laughing her ass off. 

H = HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY? DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES? ETC.)

bush. can't emphasize enough she does not give a damn. trims when she feels like it but doesn't make it a ritual.

I = INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURING THE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC ASPECT)

at first, it scares the hell out of her. she’s mostly used to transactional or impulsive sex. real intimacy makes her feel kind of exposed. 

once she gets comfortable though, she clings. holds you tighter than she means to and sometimes cries without realizing it.

J = JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)

does it more than she lets on. usually tries to be quick, under the covers, gritting her teeth or biting her lip. 

but sometimes, if she’s thinking of you, she’ll take her time and try to replicate how your hand feels. usually just ends with her frustrated as all hell, though.

K = KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)

power play (on both ends) — loves loves loves someone who bites back and matches her energy. if you talk back to her and she gets to put you in your place? literally already creaming. however, likewise, if you put her in her place? same effect.

light bondage — doesn’t like being tied up tied up because it’s a little too restrictive— nor does she like when you’re tied up too tight because one of her favorite parts is making you squirm. but then she loops her belt around your wrists as a little joke and actually ends up finding it way hotter than she should. oops new kink unlocked!

overstimulation — keeps insisting she can take more and will keep insisting until she’s literally sobbing because she wants to go for soooo long… like it feels so good she doesn’t want it to stop. doesn’t even realize it’s a thing until the roles reverse and she fucks you to HELL and back, giving you little sympathy kisses as she completely ruins you

edging — cums super fucking fast bc she’s just so into you, she can’t help it. so when you start making her wait for it she actually goes insane. it’s so hot but also she’s losing her mind. make her ask for it? diabolical. on the opposite end, she loves teasing the fuck out of you but also likes to please, so she usually doesn’t edge you too bad.

L = LOCATION (FAVORITE PLACES TO DO THE DO)

usually doesn’t care much about the where— car, dirty couch, your lap in the woods. but if she’s really into you? somewhere private, soft, a safe little nest where she can just fall apart and no one can see. 

has the ‘your food tastes better than mine’ mentality but about beds. if she can get in your bed you’re never getting her out.

M = MOTIVATION (WHAT TURNS THEM ON, GETS THEM GOING)

any sort of intense emotion gets her in the mood. anger, fear— she needs an outlet for things. sex happens to be good for that.

but in a healthier environment: your smile. your moan. the way you look at her. gets absolutely feral over soft, loving things because she’s not used to that.

N = NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T DO, TURN OFFS)

anything that feels disconnected. she needs to feel wanted, not used.

humiliation and degradation are also hard nos. she gets in her head if she feels like you don’t respect her, even if it’s all playing a role.

O = ORAL (PREFERENCE IN GIVING OR RECEIVING, SKILL, ETC.)

great at giving. fast learner, lives for reactions. loves holding your thighs open and taking her time. 

receiving, she pretends she’s chill, but when your tongue hits just right, she’s gasping and pulling your hair like crazy.

loves both equally. switch nat for the win!

P = PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH? SLOW AND SENSUAL? ETC.)

usually wants it slow and raw, with this sort of aching tenderness.

if she’s particularly frustrated, fast and rough as hell. will definitely feel bad about it later though.

Q = QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES, HOW OFTEN, ETC.)

loves them. has them all the time. behind closed doors, up against a wall, fingers down your pants while you're on the phone... she's always worked up somehow and quickies scratch the itch.

R = RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT? DO THEY TAKE RISKS? ETC.)

willing to try almost anything once. gets a thrill from things that feel slightly dangerous or forbidden.

S = STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO FOR? HOW LONG DO THEY LAST?)

wants to go for hours, realistically gets overstimulated after like two rounds. cumming doesn't stop shit for her though she will literally gush her entire heart out and still tell you to keep going.

T = TOYS (DO THEY OWN TOYS? DO THEY USE THEM? ON A PARTNER OR THEMSELVES?)

has a couple— basic ones, probably a vibe and a strap. uses them casually, but if you’re into it, she’s very open.

probably prefers the strap because she likes being close to you (as well as having you dig marks in her back, shhh though)

U = UNFAIR (HOW MUCH THEY LIKE TO TEASE)

unfair. smirks while she kisses your stomach and says, “what? this spot?” before going right back in. 

lives to see you blush, because that means she’s doing something right.

V = VOLUME (HOW LOUD THEY ARE, WHAT SOUNDS THEY MAKE, ETC.)

not super loud. quiet moans, breathy curses, gasping your name, occasionally a broken, “fuck—” if you hit the right spot. 

that said, if she’s comfortable? laughs a lot during sex. because she said something funny, because you said something funny, because you accidentally tickled her, because she’s just happy… literally finds any reason.

W = WILD CARD (A RANDOM HEADCANON FOR THE CHARACTER)

has a praise kink, even if she'd rather choke than tell you that. whisper that she's good, that she's pretty, or that she's yours, and she'll literally explode into a million stars dude...

X = X-RAY (LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON UNDER THOSE CLOTHES)

toned, but not like, gym-sculpted. scarred, soft in some places, hard in others. slight muscle under the softness, smaller chest, old stick-n-poke tattoos scattered in various places. in the summer, she gets freckles like crazy.

Y = YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE?)

high drive, but kinda unpredictable. can go from “not right now” to “get the fuck in my lap” in ten seconds flat. 

sex is a coping mechanism and a form of connection, so if she wants you, you definitely know it.

Z = ZZZ (HOW QUICKLY THEY FALL ASLEEP AFTERWARDS)

sleeps like the actual dead afterward. especially if she’s had a good cry-fuck combo (which happens more than she likes to admit, oops). literally just passes out curled up on you like a cat. 

loves having her ear to your chest so she can count your heartbeats. it helps her fall asleep.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

does monkey ever get called by her real name? like she gets in so much trouble her mums call her logan?

"I promise i won't cause any trouble," monkey had made the promise the moment that they arrived at camp—however that promise didn't last longer than a few days before trouble broke out

leah, of course had snorted at the time and gave a sharp look, "that's funny, that's exactly what you said about the water balloon fiasco at training last week, wasn't it?"

"that wasn't me causin' trouble, i just though training just needed livining up a bit," monkey argued, arms crossed and all attitude, "besides, it made a great attempt at team bonding, mum!"

"oh really? because you launching a balloon at your mama was such a fantastic idea, menace," leah answered, deadpanned, as she rolled her suitcase into st george's park, "you're only here because i want you right where i can see you, and i'm not putting your mama through the stress of taking care of both you, and your baby sister."

monkey had beamed, "you know you love me, mum!"

"sure, i do love you, my girl, but i'd prefer it if you caused a bit less chaos here," leah grumbed, ruffling her hair, "i don't want you causin' any unnecessary trouble, alright?"

"umm... define unneccasry?" monkey grinned cheekily.

she never did get a proper response to that.

"the beds are so comfy, i'm gonna feel like i'm sleepin' on a cloud, mum!" monkey had made herself right at home, flopping down on the bed in the hotel room, "so, do i get my own room? or do i have to share?"

leah snorted, amused as she began to unpack her suitcase, "you really think i'd be that daft to let you have your own room? not a single chance there, my girl."

monkey had been attending england camps for years now, tagging along after moving in with leah and jordan—but this would be her first proper experience of a tournament.

buddy was still too little to bring, and leah couldn't stomach the thought of leaving monkey at home—especially not with her history and her knack for getting into things that she shouldn't.

not to mention leah didn't want to leave jordan the stress of taking care of both girls, so here it was, 17 year old monkey, full of energy and very quick to make herself comfortable.

"nah, come on, seriously? why? that's not fair!" monkey groaned, dragging her hand over her face, "i'm not gonna be able to have no fun whatsoever if i'm stuck in the same hotel room as you, mum!"

leah however, didn't even bat an eyelid as she unpacked her suitcase, "and that's precisely why i have done it this way, monkey. i'm not stupid. i know exactly what you can be like at times."

monkey found her way to worm her way into georgia's pocket, keira's heart and lucy's tolerance. sarina hadn't stood a chance when monkey met her.

"are you the new coach 'ere? i'm monkey! i wanna play proffessional one day!" monkey spoke to sarina with a newfound confidence, "so, ya reckon you can get me on the squad?" the teenager gave the woman a proud grin with absolute cheek, "can i hug you? you look like you wanna be hugged? right? i like to hug people!"

sarina blinked in confused affection as monkey hugged her out of nowhere

"she's uh... she's mine," leah said in a flat tone of voice, "i apologise in advance..."

it didn't take long for monkey to find a way to get into trouble—everyone was recovering in the pool after a tough training session.

monkey? she'd managed to find a giant inflatable unicorn, and she was in her element.

georgia and monkey were spashing each other like five-year-olds, both of them soaked, squealing and pretty vocal—and then that is when monkey's eyes lit up with that look.

a look that just screamed chaos.

monkey picked up the inflatable unicorn and walked towards leah—who was sitting on the edge of the pool trying to relax—and gave light thwack to the shoulder with it.

leah looked up slowly, "don't start."

monkey grinned in response, "start what?"

thwack.

"monkey," leah continued to firmly look at her teenage daughter, "stop it."

thwack.

leah exhaled a sigh, the frown not leaving her face, "you're really testing me today, my girl."

monkey grinned, feeling quite amused and happy with herself as she proceeded to hit leah with the inflatable unicorn.

"monkey, stop it. i won't tell you again!" leah exclaimed, very much not amused with the situation, "if i have to tell you again then you're going to be in trouble."

"oh i'm so scared," monkey responded, acting like the big 'un in front of the rest of the girls, "what're ya gonna do, mum?" she grinned, proud of herself.

"monkey, i wouldn't," keira tried to step in, sending the girl a look that meant for her to knock it off.

monkey of course didn't look one bit interested in listening today.

and then—splash.

that was it.

leah stood up, completely drenched, "logan!"

monkey's eyes went wide, but of course monkey wouldn't be her usual cheeky self if she didn't say anything like it, "logan? i don't know who the fuck logan is!"

"logan reece, get your arse over here. now!" leah reasied her voice, and if monkey didn't find the situation so funny then she might've been a tiny bit scared.

but today the teenager definitely wasn't phased.

the silence around them was instant—jill scott turned, eyes wide, "who the fuck is logan?"

keira, without missing a beat, suddenly turned on georgia, "georgia stanway. don't you dare."

monkey shrieked, spotting leah inching closer to her, "run!"

and they were off.

"i've done it now, what you gonna do?" monkey yelled behind her, a cheeky grin plastered on her face, "gonna catch me? i don't think so. i'm like a whippet!"

leah was already storming off in their direction.

"logan reece williamson-nobbs! get back here! now!" leah stormed after her eldest daughter with a face that looked like thunder, "don't make me start counting to three—if i start counting and i get there then you're in serious trouble, young lady!"

"ooo young lady!" monkey taunted her, "you're never gonna see me again! i'm houdini! i just vanish, like poof! and i'm gone!"

meanwhile, elle toone was standing there, blinking, "wait, who the fuck actually is logan?"

beth mead started to laugh, "that's monkey's actual name."

"what?!" ella shrieked, not believeing it, "seriously?"

leah, from the distance, exasperated, "you actually thought my daughter was called monkey?"

"well... i mean... she did have... a father who favoured drugs and alcohol, right?" beth mumbled, instantly nudged in the ribs by lucy bronze, "ow, what was that for—it's true! he might've put that name on the birth certificate, eh?"

"no offence, but i geniunely thought monkey was, like... an abstract name," elle muttered, "it's kind of cool though, i guess."

"no, no, no.... leah gave her the nickname monkey when she met her because she's such a cheeky monkey," keira explained on her best friends behalf.

"and monkey hates her real name with a passion," lucy bronze added, "so, don't ever call her logan in front of her."

georgia of course knew st george's park like the back of her hand as she darted through side buildings and slipped out of sight.

but monkey? not so much.

monkey was full sprint—grinning, breathless, chaos in full swing—when she made the fatal mistake.

the teenager turned a corner at full tilt, skidding across the floor with zero traction, and slammed directly into a human brick wall.

and not just any wall either.

mary earps.

monkey bounced off her like a cartoon character, landing flat on her backside with a groan as she blinked up at the england goalkeeper in complete dazed confusion.

mary raised a brow, cool as you like, "you alright down there, kid?"

monkey scrambled upright in a flash, wide-eyed and panicked, "quick—hide me!"

mary blinked, "hide you?" she repeated, confused.

"yes! please! i'm in danger she's comin' for me—you have to hide me. she even said my full name, and you don't understand, like that is like, well serious business!" monkey ducked behind mary, clutching the back of her shirt as mary could magically erase her existence.

in the distance, leah could be heard shouting, "logan reece williamson-nobbs!"

mary whistled, impress, "geesh. full name and everythin' huh? you must have really messed up."

"exactly—you can hear the tone of her voice!" monkey hissed, "that means i'm either grounded, or worse... dead!"

and then, right on cue, leah came power-walking around the corner, eyes narrowing and her jaw tight, looking very much like a mum on a mission to kill.

mary barely contained a grin as she stepped slightly the side and casually held out her arm, revealing monkey like a magician pulling a rabit out of a hat, "i take it that she belongs to you?" she joked, with perfect comedic timing.

leah stopped dead, eyes locked on monkey as the teenager in return gave her a sheepish grin from her hiding spot behind mary and squeaked, "i'm innocent! i plead the fifth! you no have proof it was me!"

leah just gave her the look. one single look that made monkey want to shrink and hide, "you, young lady, are in a serious amount of trouble, right now—move it. now."

mary snorted, grabbing the back of monkey's t-shirt and gently hauled her forward, "she ran directly into me and asked me to hide her."

monkey looked at the older woman in betrayal, "traitor!" she muttered dramatically, "you're strong, but you are such a traitor. if i had muscles like yours, i'd be all over you."

mary grinned, smug as ever, "alright, sure, come back to me when you've grown, short-ass."

"excuse me? i'm not short!" monkey's jaw dropped, hands on her hips, "i'm fun-sized! you wanna go? go on then! i will fight you!"

"okay," mary chuckled, arms crossed, "square up then, smurf!"

"show me what you've got!" monkey raised her fists like she was about to take on the words, legs bouncing, a cheeky grin splitting across her face, "you better be scared... mazza! i'm scrappy! proper street rat energy, me!"

mary didn't even flinch, "you're five foot nothing, wearing a oversized shirt with shrek on it, and bouncing around like a toddler on a sugar high. the only thing i'm scared of is accidentally stepping on you."

monkey huffed, all bark and zero bite, puffing up her chest like she was about to throw hands with england number one, and mary didn't even flinch, just raised a brow and gave the world's most unimpressed look.

leah, however, had more than enough.

"logan. reece. williamson-nobbs," leah snapped, pulling the full name card again like it was a weapon, "you so much as blink wrong and you'll be sitting in timeout until the next euros. move. now."

monkey sighed dramatically, like she was being asked to climb everest barefoot, "this isn't fair! i'm innocent! this is—"

"this is you not shutting your mouth and marching—go, now!" leah cut in, grabbing monkey by the scruff of her shirt and dragging her off down the corridor, ignoring monkey's loud complaints.

"this isn't fair! help! i'm bein' kidnapped by my own mum—i'm innocent, you 'ave no proof it was me who dunnit!" monkey wailed like a complete banshee, "help! help! heeeeeelp!"

mary was still laughing when they turned the corner, shaking her head and muttering, "that kids' gonna end up giving her grey hairs, i swear."

keira wandered by a second later, sipping a smoothie like she hadn't just witnessed the chaos unfold ten minutes prior, "did i miss anythin'?"

mary snorted, "only the shrimp deciding to try and take me on in a fight."

keira didn't even blink, "did she lose?"

"well i mean she ran into me and fell over, so technically, yes," mary grinned.

"this isn't fair! this is outrageous!" back in their room, leah was pacing as monkey sat cross-legged on the back in her makeshift timeout spot as she tried to fool leah with her best innocent face, "i didn't do nuffin'!"

"i'm not even mad about the pool anymore," leah muttered, more to herself, "it's the running. the taunting. the backchat. what were you thinking?"

"it thought it would be funny though," monkey replied honestly, offering a hopeful smile, "you looked a bit too dry, and bored. i thought about spicing things up."

leah gave her that familiar look, "you are grounded, you know."

"yeah.... but define grounded?" monkey tried again, with her ever-trusty cheeky grin, "cos' y'know, that could mean a lot of things..."

"grounded, monkey, full-on grounded as in no pool, no fun, and you're sticking with me. you don't even think about leaving my side. understand?"

monkey gasped and clutched her heart in absolute horror, "that's... that's not fair! that's completely outrageous! so, so cruel!"

leah crossed her arms, unphased in the slighest bit, "oh yeah? good. maybe you'll think twice about causing any more chaos this tournament! you even think about pulling something like that again and you will not be setting foot out of the room, the whole time!"

monkey looked at her in shock, "what? you mean you're not gonna send me back home to mama in london?"

this time it was leah's turn to snort in amusent, "oh my girl, do you really think i'd put your mama through that? nice try, sweetheart. you're staying here with me the whole time, you're not getting off that easily."

"it wasn't me fault," monkey protested, huffing in defeat, "i'm innocent... it was the unicorns fault!"

[sideswipesjetpack]

Rodimus 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Ft sunstreaker

[13conk9s]

you ever notice how many people are like "lol my system would get me fakeclaimed"… it's almost like… it's almost as if, hypothetically… and hear me out now… it's almost as if people's expectations & assumptions about systemhood…….. are wrong.

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

safe & sound recap! (spoilers)

so.

i did it. i actually finished this series. honestly, i went into this with zero confidence i’d see it through, so i planned to write everything in advance before posting. . but… my self-control? nonexistent. cause i ended up posting prematurely. when i first announced the series on my blog, i had up to part 4 written. i thought, “hey, it’s just two more parts” (at that point of time i only had plans to write 6 parts). i figured i could get it done on time. i was wrong 😀

i had a plan, sure, but the more i wrote, the less certain i felt about the direction i was taking. even up until the very end, i wasn’t sure it was something i wanted to release. hence, why part 7 took so long.

and for everyone who was convinced y/n was going to die… you weren’t completely wrong. i was supposed to kill her off. i actually have a whole draft written in my docs. but it felt wrong to write about humanity and human nature without offering second chances.

i mentioned somewhere before that the core notion that inspired the creation of safe & sound was, “would i still be capable of falling in love if the world was ending?” and i wanted the reader to feel this dilemma for themselves. killing her off would’ve made it impossible to explore this idea.

because isn’t it human to fuck up and try to redeem yourself? hope was the central theme of this fic—hope as the driving force for survival. killing her off would’ve made all that hope meaningless. and that’s when i realised i wasn’t writing the story i wanted to tell. so i rewrote the entire ending and delayed part 7. and i’m so glad i did because i’m proud of the way it turned out. so in case anyone is planning to ask, i will not be posting the draft 😂

i also took on a new form of writing. with safe & sound, i was writing it in a loose first-person pov. i'm pretty sure many of you noticed, i wasn’t diving into jungwon’s or anyone else’s internal monologues. everything was filtered through y/n’s perspective because i wanted the reader to learn new information at the same time as her. this approach was intentional in the sense that i wanted to heighten the sense of isolation and fear. in a zombie apocalypse, survival is rooted in what you directly experience and perceive—there’s no omniscient clarity, no clear insight into what others are feeling or planning. it’s all about y/n’s limited understanding of the world around her.

this pov choice also reflects y/n’s own internal struggle—how she processes trauma, how she pieces together hope and love amid chaos. it was a deliberate attempt to keep the reader emotionally tethered to her journey. but with that also comes the struggle of justifying the actions of other characters. even now, i don't think i did a very good job. but it is what it is. let me know if you guys prefer this style of writing, may or may not explore it in future projects!

but of course, the most important reason i even managed to finish this series is you guys!! a huge part of my motivation came from all the love and support i received from all of you. every time i post a part, i’m just sitting there, waiting to see what you guys think. maybe that sounds superficial, but it genuinely feels good to be praised and appreciated.

it still amazes me that people take time out of their busy schedules to leave me reviews and send me asks about how much they enjoy my works. i know i’m not the most active author on tumblr. i take forever to reply to anything, and i know some of you try to catch me when i’m online. it really, really means a lot to me. just know that all the energy i receive, i put right back into writing!

so, with that, i’m excited to let you guys know i’m working on a one-shot (still undecided on the member) and maybe even another ot7 series. who knows? 🤔

i’ll also be replying to asks and reblogging some of your posts, so feel free to mute me LOL. i'll definitely be taking a big fat break but don't worry, i'll still be coming online and replying to any comments and asks! until then, please stay hydrated, happy, safe, and sound! ❤️

xo, nat