#I'm not responding to stuff rn but yeah...

[cyberstabbing]

so dizzy and so out of it and once again my life in spiraling out of control due to my own laziness and procrastination

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Chapter 2, Moving noises?

Masterlist Word count: 1.9 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Author's note: Haha, take this! 2 chapters in one day! Also, every time I write another chapter to this story I have to update the warnings and it isn't even that spicy yet.

Mature content under the cut.

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'Are you alright? You look tired.' Tara sounds awfully concerned and you can imagine why. The bags under your eyes might as well be down to your knees by now. Turns out your new neighbor is nocturnal. You couldn't care less about the moving noises, but the fact that they only happen past ten pm is killing you. 

'No kidding,' you sass at her. Quickly, you smack your hands in front of your face. Sure, you're known to have an attitude but never to Tara. She's too sweet. 'I'm sorry, I'm just so tired.' 

Tara frowns: 'Is it that new neighbor of yours? Kieran told me he has a tendency to stay up late.' 

'That's an understatement. He's nocturnal.' Tara lets out an annoyed groan in solidarity, but it just sounds cute coming from her. 'It's fine. I'm sure he's almost done. I mean, how much stuff can you fit into one of those units? You've seen mine, the one next door isn't much bigger.' 

'Must be a big change, considering you and Zayne were so close.' 

'We still are,' you tell her, 'we just see each other a little less now. I do miss him a lot.' She nods but her eyes have a little twinkle in them and you know where this is going. 'No, stop that. Zayne and I are just friends.' 

'Never even... you know,' she questions with a cheeky smile and a wiggle of her brow. 

'No, never,' you laugh, 'as I said, just friends. I don't know, he just feels like a brother. I mean, I've teased him before as a joke and nothing “physical” happened on his end. So I don't think he likes me either.' 

'He goes through an awful lot of effort to be “just friends,” just saying.' 

'Yeah, yeah, sure. You have a very filthy mind for the way you look.' 

'It's been said,' she responds with a gleaming smile. You lean back in your chair and cross your arms, looking her up and down. 

'About that.' Her body tenses up every so slightly. 'Your boyfriend is not what I expected at all. I mean, I've seen him pick you up before and he looks quite tough, but he seemed just as awkward as you are.' Tara's eyes flicker around the room a while, seemingly not wanting to explain anything to you, until her phone lights up. She quickly checks the notification and gasps with excitement. 

'Hold that thought, so Kieran just told me they're doing drinks to celebrate Sylus’ move. That means they must be done,' she states in a chipper tone. You raise an eyebrow at the strange change of topic. There's a freaky side to that woman, you're sure of it. 

'So?' 

'So, I'm dropping Kieran off so he can have some drinks but maybe we can have a girls' night,' she suggests. Considering Red Crow isn't posting anything today for once, your evening is completely open. Could be fun to have a quiet night in with Tara. 

'Sure, sounds fun. What are you thinking? Movie, face masks, board game?' 

'All of the above,' she squeals in excitement, 'I'll bring some snacks.' 

'Great, just let me know when you and Kieran are driving over.' 

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To be a good neighbor, you decided to get this Sylus guy a little something as a housewarming gift. Considering they'll be drinking; a bottle of whiskey can never go wrong. Lucky for you, you were gifted a bottle of whiskey a few weeks ago but you know that one is not quite your style. The Writer's Tears single pot still. It's a very nice whiskey and you've had different whiskeys from Writer's Tears before, but you're just not the biggest whiskey drinker. It's expensive too, so it might give a good impression. 

Tara just texted you she's on her way, which means you've got about fifteen minutes before she gets here. You considered waiting for her and Kieran to hand over the gift so it could be in the spirit of "oh, just dropping my friend's boyfriend off" but that’s just weird. Feels like you're a parent dropping your kid off at school and you're not about that. 

So now you're here, in front of the oh-so familiar door that you used to have a key to. Part of you is really curious how the place looks now, another part of you wants to keep the memory of how it used to be in a time capsule. Either way, you've got a present for your neighbor and this interaction could be done within a minute if you do it right. 

You press the doorbell and hear something fall followed by a string of curses. The door opens fast and the person on the other side, who you think is probably Sylus, towers over you. You look up at him with wide eyes and recognize him right away. That man right there is the reason for most of your pleasure and orgasms. Red Crow. 

'What,' he barks. Rude , and not at all what you would've expected. Still, it takes you a second to take all of him in. He’s even taller than you imagined, eyes even more piercing, face even sharper. It's like a fucking God leaning over you and staring down like you're no more than a puny peasant. 

And a switch flicks in your head. 

'Fix your tone,' you huff, 'I'm your neighbor. I thought I'd bring you a housewarming present.' His eyes widen ever so slightly. How you managed to muster up such a bratty tone in the face of who's talked you over the edge more times than you can count is a mystery to you, but it feels kind of nice to see him stunned like this. You hold out the box the whiskey is packaged in towards him. 

His shoulders relax and he does actually fix his face. His features soften a little and his eyes no longer stare at you like you're an intruder. Your heart starts racing, as if your body just now realizes who is in front of you. You beg to the Gods above that your cheeks don't get bright red. A cold shiver goes down your spine when he takes the box from you with a flicker of an amused smile, the box suddenly seeming much smaller in his hands. 'Thank you, that's nice.' 

'No worries. Tara told me you're having a party, so I thought that wouldn't hurt,' you say, trying to sound as casual as possible. He studies your face for a second, searching for the answers to a question he doesn't ask you. 

'You know Tara?' You nod. 

'She's my coworker.' Shit, your voice isn't as steady as it was at the start anymore. You've got this man on a fucking pedestal and he's here, in reach. It's a weird feeling. Your panties are soaked but you're highly put off by the way he greeted you. Still... there are very little appropriate thoughts going on in your head right now. If this was your last day on earth, you'd have this man bend you like a pretzel right here right now in the hallway. 

He nods, amused like a cat playing with its prey. 'Is that right?’ 

'Yes. Whelp, nice meeting you. I'm gonna go back to my place,' you ramble awkwardly and quickly turn to slip back into your own apartment, accidentally slamming the door. How the hell are you going to face Tara now? Your body is going into overdrive. You bet you could cum just hearing your vibrator turn on. However, you can't risk it. Tara has told you Kieran drives like a maniac and always drives if he's sober, which is now. She could be in front of your door any second. 

"Just breathe," you tell yourself, "it's just a man." Yeah, just a man, a man that could fuck you like there's no tomorrow. Shit, your thoughts aren't your friends right now. A cold shower ought to work. Hopefully. 

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The bottle of whiskey from his neighbor was put on display on his bar cart. He knows the kind and that type of whiskey isn't for parties. Not even small parties like this. He figures it might be a regift or something. No sane person would give a total stranger an expensive whiskey like this. Never mind a stranger who has been a disturbance from the start. 

Then again, they're not really strangers. He saw the look in her eyes. He's seen it before and hasn't been wrong about it yet. It's that "I've seen you naked" look. To be fair, Sylus would've preferred to stay anonymous in this building for a little longer but considering his neighbor is friends with Tara, she probably won't tell anyone what he does. That is, if she knows what her boyfriend Kieran does since he wears a mask in his content. 

But there was more in her eyes. More than just scandal or embarrassment. There was lust. A lot of it. So much so that Sylus feared he might've caused his pants to tent if she would've bit her lip. Best for both of them that she left when she did. 

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Normally, he's not one to obsess like this but there was just something about her. Something about how she looked at him, about the way she commanded him to fix his tone. It's been a long damn time since a woman showed that kind of dominance to him and, shit, it turns him on like crazy. 

Maybe, just maybe, he can rub one out real quick. He sits down on his bed and looks down at the bulge in his pants. He truly hopes he didn't look like that before. He hadn't seen her look at it. Besides, would that be so bad? It looked like she wanted him to take her right then and there, and he would have if she asked. Or demanded, he isn't picky. 

A devious thought pops up in his head. He promised his followers he'd record himself getting off if they begged and beg they did. Maybe he could tease her with this as well if she really does watch him. If it wasn't just a look of attraction and intimidation, but recognition. 

He whips out his phone, puts it on his dresser across from the bed pointed at his crotch and upper body with his thighs still visible. His face is just out of frame, not on purpose but he doesn't mind his followers not seeing how flustered one small interaction got him. Not that they'd ever know why, but she would. 

He sits down on the edge of the bed once more to check if everything's in frame when he hears it. The shower. Her shower. So, her bathroom and his are next to each other, which means their bedrooms are probably also next to each other.  

“Good to know,” he thinks to himself, and that's when he hears it. The softest, most muffled of moans coming through the air extractor fan followed by a string of whimpers. Those must be connected to each other. He feels his dick twitch against his pants like it's being chocked, his ears feel like they're burning while a wicked grin plays on his lips. 

And then he presses record. 

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[f4ggydog]

misty x reader: freakazoid

(this will definitely be a multiple parter. we’re just kind of building up stuff here rn but I promise this’ll get more interesting)

anyways no real warnings are needed here since this is just the beginning. just a note that there’s a bit of stalking and mari also drops the f slur.

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She's the textbook definition of an outcast. Others avoid her like she's a hazard. Misty doesn't remember the last time someone has approached her willingly. Whenever Misty lurked around, it was always good to make sure she didn't spot you first. That way, she wouldn't invite you to a conversation less preferable than shitting your pants.

You sometimes passed Misty through the hallways. No words were exchanged and a glance was barely given. You tended to follow the orders of others and evade eye contact with her. But you were captivated by the lone wolf who yearned to find her pack.

Today you noticed Misty Quigley sitting alone at lunch, as per usual. You took a good minute staring at her before Mari nudged you on the arm. Oh yes, a typical advocate against befriending Misty or speaking with her at all for that matter.

"Whatcha looking at?" Mari asks, chewing on her Fruit By The Foot.

"N-Nothing." You shrug, hoping Mari didn't catch you observing the only member of the social suicide squad.

"Yeah sure," Mari laughs. "Were you looking at the freak too? I don't blame you. Look at her. She's so fucking creepy."

Akilah chooses to ignore the conversation and chew on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She could always resist the allure of juicy gossip. Akilah cared mainly about her friends and scoring exceptional grades on her SATs. She was too pure of heart for her own good.

"I hear people say similar things," you say. "But nobody ever mentions anything specifically, aside from rumors that seem too dramatic to be true."

"You don't know her," Mari says. "Trust my judgement. It's not just one person that doesn't like her. Literally nobody likes that weirdo."

"That's not very nice," Akilah mumbles.

"What!? It's true. Look, you don't have to be nice about it. I'm just telling it how it is. You'll know just from being in a room with her, trust me."

"She can't be that bad," you reassure Mari. "I think not enough people have given her a chance."

"If you want to befriend the oddball, be my guest. But I'm not coming to rescue you if she does some crazy shit. Call the cops, not me."

"You make it sound like she's a wanted criminal,” Akilah says. “It’s not like she’s gonna kill anyone.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Mari responds. “Let’s be real here.”

“I’m gonna talk to her,” you finally declare, slamming your hand on the lunch table.

“What?” Mari gawks. “Why? Do you have to work with her on some project?”

“N-No? I’m doing this because…well…what can I say? I’m interested.”

“Please tell me this is some sick joke.” Mari shakes her head. “Oh my god, are you on drugs? Do you have a dealer? Can you hook me up with them?”

“I’m not joking, Mari. I think it could be a cool experience.”

“Don’t word it like that,” Akilah suggests. “Sounds like you’re using her. You’re…not using her, are you?”

“No!” You reply. “No, of course not. I think I should genuinely get to know her. I know Mari’s looking at me like I’m an idiot right now.”

“You definitely are one,” Mari confirms. “I mean, seriously? Misty fucking Quigley? Do you want nobody at school to ever talk to you again? Do you want to embarrass me, embarrass Akilah?”

“I’m not embarrassed,” Akilah says.

“Shush. You will be.”

“I won’t.”

“It hasn’t happened yet, Akilah. That’s why. It will, though. Ugh, why do neither of you know how to navigate the social hierarchy that is highschool? I’m stuck with Quigley 2.0s!”

Now that felt like an insult and a half. Akilah didn’t seem fazed, but you appeared slightly more perturbed. Perhaps you were falling into the hands of the school wide propaganda against this one teenage girl.

Nope. Despite the lack of support from your friend, you were going to introduce yourself to Misty. You didn’t have a planned out opportunity or designated time where Misty would become your acquaintance. Whatever scenario that felt into your lap would be the proper one.

You wanted to let things progress naturally. Start off with a simple accidental conversation and develop the bond from there. Ugh, all this contemplation was already too much planning. Just bump into her accidentally. Don’t even cause a distraction. Just say hello and see if she waves back.

You knew Misty Quigley was on the Yellowjackets team. However, you also understood that she didn’t play a particularly huge role on the team. She served only as the equipment manager from chatter you’ve heard. From that information alone, it made sense why her popularity didn’t match that of some of the other Yellowjackets. Arguably the most insignificant role on the team, arguably the most forgettable one. She may not have to be unknown much longer though.

You’re not gonna turn her into some movie star. No, her name isn’t going to be put on billboards or teen magazines. But maybe you can cause the girl to feel less alone in this cruel, dog eat dog world. Maybe Misty’s outer shell could be cracked with gentle talk and genuine intrigue. Mari was always overly harsh on people. Maybe this girl just needed someone to care about her for fucks sake. Fuck it if the idea sounded ludicrous.

On the way to Mari’s soccer practice, you stop her in the middle of the hallway with a tap to her shoulder. She groans and turns around, relaxing when she realizes it’s you.

“Hey, Mar. Um, I wanted to know if there was any chance I could…watch you practice today. Y’know, just for fun. Just to cheer on my friend.”

“Why the hell would me or Coach say yes to that?” She laughs in disbelief. “Um, no? That’s not how that works.”

Mari squints her eyes. She suspects an ulterior motive, but you don’t reveal explicit details.

“Well, I kinda wanted to see if I could make the team.”

“Tryouts are already over,” Mari states. “You missed the window. I feel like you knew that already, though.”

“N-No it’s just….” You try to think of a decent excuse. “I thought it would be fun to observe, Mari. Is it such a big deal that I want to watch you practice?”

“You’re not like…crushing on me, are you?” Mari arches an eyebrow. “Are you a fag? Oh my god, are you a fag, Y/N?”

You brush Mari's crude question aside. "So that's a no then?"

"It's not like I don't want to hang out with you," Mari reassures in a moderately vexed voice. "But I don't see why you just can't wait after practice. It makes me think you're plotting something without me. And I can't figure out what."

"Don't worry." You tap Mari on the shoulder before she gets more doubtful, walking away on the route to your home.

Once you arrive home, you find something sticking out of your mailbox. You poke at the slip of paper. You weren’t anticipating any mail, so your eyes naturally widened at encountering the odd white sheet.

You struggle to pull the sheet of paper out of the gray mailbox. The paper is deeply jammed in there and when you finally manage to grab it out, a corner of the paper rips.

The sheet of paper reveals a drawing in black ink. There’s no writing or words on the letter for that matter. There’s only a drawing of a person petting a dog. They’re next to a pool and the unknown person is on their knees. The drawing isn’t colored in. It’s completely black and white and the illustration is reduced to simple stick figures.

It’s not the best piece of craftsmanship you’ve been, but the illustration is cute enough. You slip the picture into your pocket without suspicion and head into your house.

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“Akilah,” you call out your other friend’s name, hurrying over to her as she travels home the next day. “Hey, wait up a second.”

She stops for you. She always does.

“So, I just wanted to say that…the drawing you left in my mailbox was pretty cool. I don’t really know what it means, but I appreciate it nonetheless. It’s cute.”

Akilah stares at you like you just spoke a foreign language.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look there’s no need to be shy about it,” you smirk. “It was sweet. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just a nice gesture from a friend, I guess.”

“Don’t start this.” Akilah shakes her head but remains polite. “You’re the one who used to have a crush on me, remember? And I didn’t send you any drawings.”

Now you felt like a complete dolt.

You scratch the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, Akilah. I didn’t mean to bring that up again. I just thought that you were trying to win me back or something.”

“There was nothing to win back,” Akilah sighs. “I never reciprocated your feelings.”

“Please don’t make me look more stupid,” you respond sheepishly, knowing it’s better to admit defeat. “I got the wrong person. I just figured it couldn’t be Mari, since Mari would never do something nice for me like that.”

Akilah giggles at your shifty eyes and awkward stance. However, she doesn’t thrive on your embarrassment. Akilah would rather see you guided by confidence rather than crawling into a hole from mortification.

You didn’t wish to imply that your friendship with Mari was less genuine. But, it would be moronic of you not to note how upfront Akilah is with her benignity compared to her counterpart.

The two of you take a detour from Akilah’s home, traveling down a grassy path. Akilah nearly trips on a rock lodged in the dirt, but you firmly grab her hand before she manages to slip.

“Watch it,” you warn sternly.

“I’m fine,” Akilah reassures, but you still choose to not release her hand. “Was just a little trip.”

The next thirty seconds of the walk are silent. Then, Akilah drops a question on you, your hand still interlocked with hers.

“Why did you never pursue things with me?” She lowers her head. “What stopped you from, y’know, trying?”

“Well, it was always the age gap for me. Didn’t feel comfortable going out with a junior. That always bothered me when I had my crush on you. Made me feel like a predator.”

“You do realize I’m only one year younger, right?” Akilah snickers. “I’m a junior, not a freshman. It wouldn’t have been that weird.”

“Didn’t feel right. I think we were always better off as friends. And I think you know that too.”

“Maybe. You never did give it a shot though, Y/N.”

You let go of Akilah’s hand and slide your own hands into your pockets.

“I’m sorry, Akilah. I didn’t want that to get brought up again. I know it’s awkward for the both of us. I’m trying to move past that.”

“Are you still not over me?”

“No, no I am. I just still get embarrassed when I think about…yeah.”

A few feet away, Misty Quigley is tucked behind a bush. She’s jotting down every single line from the conversation you’re both having. When she senses you both are getting close, she freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, she goes back to writing.

Usually, Misty’s handwriting is neat, bubbly letters with a heart replacing every dot on the letter i. However, she doesn’t want to miss a single piece of information, anything that could be crucial to getting close with you. Her hand trembles as she writes, but Misty ignores the cramping.

Misty’s eyes are locked on you only, not even bothering to focus on Akilah’s presence. You were such a fascinating being. How had she not studied you earlier? Imagine if she hadn’t eavesdropped on a conversation between you and Mari in the halls.

Soccer practice. What a joke. Most people don’t randomly gain an interest in soccer within an hour. Misty was correct to suspect another motive. And thank god she pursued her suspicions.

“It’s okay to be shy,” Misty whispers. “Everyone’s a little afraid of me. But, it looks like I’ll have to lure you closer to me instead.”

Misty hums, creating a little doodle in the corner of the page.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind a little challenge. You’ll see just how good I can be to you. And then, you’ll never want to be apart.”

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You could’ve sworn you just saw Misty Quigley stand uncomfortably close to your locker. You didn’t see what she did there or if she did anything for that matter, but you know she lingered there too long. Oh well. Mari did say she was a weirdo. You supposed that was part of her charm.

Wait, there was your chance. She’s hanging around. Mari’s not there to discourage you from gaining some new allies. Face your fears. Go up to her. Who gives a shit what people say?

You follow your heart. Though to your surprise, Misty turns around before you even get a chance to tap her on the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry I-“

“It’s fine!” Misty cuts you off, smile unnaturally wide. “Isn’t it cool how you were gonna speak to me first? But then I read your mind and totally beat you to it? Isn’t that insane?”

Oddly coincidental, but you play along.

“Sorry.” Misty lowers her head. “I’m not used to people going up to me. So, I get kind of excited when I see someone actually wants to talk to me. Nowadays, it feels like the only person I really get along with is my boyfriend!”

“Your boyfriend?” You raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone. Doesn’t sound like you’re that lonely.”

“Welllll…okay, technically we’re still in the talking stage. He totally has a crush on me, but he doesn’t really know it yet. He lets stupid things like societal rules hold us back.”

“Societal rules?” You blink. “Um, is this relationship illegal?”

“It’s totally not! It shouldn’t even be controversial if you’re a true romantic. But I think the fact that he works at this school makes this a more, um, forbidden romance.”

Eh, you didn’t understand Mari’s warnings. Misty was quirky, very quirky to be honest. But she was also seemingly harmless.

“May I ask who exactly this forbidden crush is?”

Misty leans in dangerously close. Her voice shrinks down to a whisper.

“Can you keep a secret, Y/N? Like a real friend would?”

“F-Friends? I didn’t even realize we were friends.”

Misty gives you puppy dog eyes and frowns. “You don’t want to be my friend? I thought we had a connection.”

“N-No, it’s not that! Misty, I just didn’t know if you wanted to leap that far since we just met.”

“It’s fine,” Misty sighs. “Guess I’ll just go back to being myself, hanging out alone and sulking at the wall. Having people make rumors about me and having nobody to back me up, not being able to develop secret handshakes and keep secrets like two BFFs would.”

“No, it’s fine. Misty, it’s fine. Don’t feel bad. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just initially shocked. But, I wouldn’t mind being your friend. Of course I wouldn’t mind.”

Misty’s grin is restored.

“Do you mean that, Y/N? Okay, great! Listen, this secret is super juicy though and I can’t let it get out to anyone! So, you gotta make sure that you keep this under wraps.”

“No problem.” You nod your head. “Yeah, go on.”

“So,” Misty begins to murmur. “I have a huge crush on Coach Ben. You know the assistant coach on the Yellowjackets team? Yeah, I have a huge thing for him.”

“B-But he’s way older than you. That sort of relationship wouldn’t actually be able to form, unless Coach was a creep.”

“He needs some convincing anyway,” Misty continues. “He loves playing hard to get, but I see those glances he gives me when I’m helping out with the equipment.”

You shrug, merely listening to the rant.

“And besides, who wouldn’t crush on him? I mean, that luscious hair and those chocolate brown eyes. And his physique too! God, he’s irresistible.”

“I don’t see it personally.” You shrug. “But your secret is safe with me. Not that I think you have any competition with him.”

“That’s nonsense! There’s gotta be another girl in the school that likes him. He’s too hot not to be liked. But hey, if no other girls like him, then I won’t need to compete like you said.”

“Well, I’m flattered that you’d trust me enough to tell me about this.”

“I can already tell we’re going to get along great!” Misty slaps you playfully on the back. “I don’t think we have any classes together, but I could always invite you over to my house. Maybe we can talk about your own crushes. I’m a pretty good secret keeper myself.”

“Back to your home? I-I—would I even be welcome? We just met. Not that I’d mind! Just that it’s very soon.”

“Friendship waits for nobody, Y/N. If there’s a click, there’s a click. There’s no point in waiting around if we don’t have to.”

“You have an…interesting friendship philosophy, Misty. But, why not?”

“If it’s too sudden, we can just hang out somewhere outside of school. C’mon, we could go to a local spot that’s got cool burgers. Or a place with really good slushees. We could go wherever you want to go really. I promise!”

“Nice sweater, anal lover!” A girl passing through the halls loudly laughs. “Was Goodwill having a sale?”

The pair of girls strolling with her also giggle and whisper something about Misty’s ‘poodle hair.’

Misty’s mood instantly shifts. Her hands ball into tight fists and her body vibrates. She covers the cat print on her sweater, dropping her head in shame.

“My mom made it for me,” Misty grumbles. “My mom was the one who knitted it.”

“Hey,” you attempt to console, petting Misty’s shoulder. “Don’t let them get to you. They’re just assholes. I think your sweater really stands out, in a good way. It’s the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you compliment eagerly. “It’s really eye-catching. I think those idiots are jealous of you because it makes your outfit pop. It’s unique and looks neatly put together.”

“Woah. I-I, um, well…nobody’s ever complimented my sweater before. People are usually quick to make fun of it.”

“Don’t worry about them, Misty. What matters is I like the sweater.”

Misty feels like sunshine has been brought back into her world. She squeals and grabs you by your hands, holding them close to her and nuzzling against them. Kindness towards her was such a rare occurrence that your praise felt unbelievable. Misty didn’t feel like herself. There was a whole other person being complimented. There’s no way she would be rewarded for her style of all people.

Please don’t be a sick prank. Please don’t be an early April Fools joke. Please don’t lead me into a pit of tragedy where I’ll be disappointed and it’ll damage my psyche. I’d never recover. Please be kind to me. Please be kind, cruel world.

“I knew it right from the start, Y/N. Right when I first laid eyes on you, I knew we would be incredible friends! Ugh, I should’ve meant you sooner.”

Misty had so much gratitude stored in her. The stories you’ve heard about her must be clear exaggerations. You’ve never met someone so relieved to be receiving a compliment. You literally saw the light enter Misty’s eyes again. It’s as if you found the cure to loneliness.

“We’ve got to hang out, Y/N! Oh, it’s a must! Wait, wait. Let me start writing down some places we can visit.”

The late bell rings.

“Holy macaroni,” Misty says.

“Shit, I-I guess-“

“We gotta-“

“Yeah. Um, it was really great meeting you Misty. Maybe we can meet outside of school, today or tomorrow.”

“Absolutely. Y/N, I think we’re going to get along better than you even expected.”

Misty watches you walk off hastily, a smirk forming on her lips. Her hand twitches, reaching back into her pocket for her notepad. She plans out the next breadcrumb she’ll place on the trail.

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“Whatcha thinking about?” Misty pokes you. You’re both sitting on the grass outside of the building together and she senses that you’re in your head.

“Fucking trigonometry,” you reply. “As stupid as it is. Mr. Levine’s assignments have me in a chokehold. I can barely remember anything from the lesson.”

Tutoring, another perfect opportunity to get closer to you. Oh, everything was falling into Misty’s lap.

Now even Misty had to be honest with herself and admit that mathematics wasn’t her strong suit. Her strengths were more suited to the various sciences that existed. However, if she could sound intelligent enough, you might buy her fibs. She could pass off as a genius if the correct wording was used. Misty just had to appear confident, like she knew what she was doing.

“Trig isn’t that bad!” Misty beams. “It just takes some practice to get good at. You should really let me help you.”

“Maybe you’re better at tutoring than that clown. Mr. Levine talks at about a 100 hundred miles per hour. And then he’s got the nerve to act confused when we ask him to clarify what he means.”

“I’m a great tutor!” Misty encourages. “I have a lot of experience, amongst other things.”

“What do you mean other things?”

“Shhhh,” Misty coos. “Don’t worry about that, silly head. Now come on. Let’s take a look at this problem together.”

You nod and review the problem with your new companion. All that registers is degrees and angles. It’s only the first word problem and you can already feel brain fog clouding your head.

“So first,” Misty instructs. “We have to decide what function to use. Would it be sine, cosine or tangent?”

“I don’t even know what those last few words mean.”

“Allow me to assist.” Misty takes on the role as your personal teacher with pride. “So for this particular problem, you would have to use the tangent function. Do you remember the equation for it? Or do you need a refresh?”

You shudder as Misty rubs your hand.

“Misty, I’m completely lost. I gotta be honest. Like I know fuck all.”

Surprisingly, Misty doesn’t lose her patience.

“So for an equation regarding the tangent function, you need to have a fraction. The opposite side goes on top and the adjacent side goes on the bottom.”

Blah, blah, blah. This conversation was boring. Misty took her job too seriously. You thought tutoring with your friends was about accomplishing less work and using your time to crack jokes instead.

“Oh.” Misty leans her head on your shoulder. “I know you’re overwhelmed. But with my practice, you’ll become the best mathematician in the world.”

“I think I just want to pass trig for now, Misty. Then maybe I can focus on being a smarty pants later.”

“Tell you what,” Misty says. “Maybe I can host some private tutoring lessons at my place? This school environment might be overstimulating you a bit. Y'know, all those kids chatting and the sounds outside.”

“Are you sure that’s the issue?”

“Yeah! If I can get you in a secure and private place, then I’ll be able to teach you trig concepts more effectively. Doesn’t it make sense when you put my reasoning together?”

Misty just wants to help. She needs to serve a purpose. She desperately needs to belong to someone. She’ll obtain any connection that’s in reach.

“I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say? Come on, it won’t be a big deal! My parents won’t mind.”

What reason do you have not to accept her offer? It’s a simple choice. Attempt to receive lessons from Misty or fail trigonometry. The decision shouldn’t seem so complex. But there’s an odd feeling in your gut telling you that the scenario is too good to be true. Still you ignore it and brush it aside. You’re not the math whiz here. What the hell do you know?

“Sure, it’s a deal.”

“By the way, your backpack is so cool.” Misty’s hand lands on your backpack, pretending to feel it. But she secretly slips her hand into one of the outer pockets, pulling out a pencil of yours when you’re not paying attention.

After you guys make your plans, you wish Misty farewell and leave. She stares at your pencil like she’s acquired a rare copy of the Mona Lisa. Another souvenir to take home, another treasure of yours to treat like a pot of gold.

“My precious,” she sighs dreamily. “You’ll look great in my collection.”

[pyrodolls]

YANDERE! RE2 LEON KENNEDY X READER

WARNINGS: stalking, sub leon, ooc leon, slightly nsfw but not smut, leon is a creepy masochist, kidnapping, no use of y/n or name, gender neutral reader, not proofread bc it's 2 am for me rn

SUMMARY: you were never very close to leon, but you harbored some feelings for him. but your entire view on him changes when you get invited to his place and you find out how he truly feels about you...

A/N: remember when i used to be a havik account? good times. also it's been a hot minute since i played re2 so if it's ooc i apologize.

leon thought you looked so pretty in your sleep. you looked completely peaceful and unbothered. your bedsheets covered your entire body except for your ethereal face, which he could stare at all day. the moon provided a dim glow through your window, giving leon a clear view of your entire bedroom while you slept. sure it may be creepy or a bit stalker-ish of leon to watch you sleep, but he couldn't help it! you were just so irresistible. if only you knew how much he loved you, and how he was capable of protecting and providing for you. he has the potential to be the best boyfriend to you. but you didn't even know him that well, and he was fully aware of that fact. so that's why he suddenly got an idea while he watched you sleep that night. it was a brilliant idea. he could invite you to his place and gain your trust! leon didn't want to waste any time, so he would immediately ask you first thing in the morning.

when you woke up that morning, you got a call from leon a few minutes after you got out of bed.

"i know it's a bit early in the morning, i hope you weren't sleeping... if so, i'm really sorry. i mean, i didn't know when to call you because i didn't want to bother you but at the same time i just really wanted to ask you something." leon rambled.

"no worries, leon. you could never bother me. besides, i just got out of bed. this was so perfectly timed, it's almost as if you memorized my sleep schedule." you joked.

"oh, yeah, that's crazy. imagine that," leon chuckled nervously. "um, anyway, i was just thinking... would you like to come over to my place later? i just thought that we know each other a little bit, but i'd like to get to know you more, since i think you're pretty cool and stuff, so, uh, yeah..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.

upon hearing his proposal, you lit up in excitement. you always thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him, but you were too nervous to make the first move. this was a great opportunity.

leon was nervously fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your response. the longer you took to respond, the more his anxiety grew. he could feel the sweat forming on his skin and his chest tighten. what if you weren't interested in him in that way? was he being too forward? were you too busy?

you took a deep breath before you finally responded, mustering up the courage to say something. "i'll visit in a couple hours. i'll see you then, leon." you responded quickly, hanging up the phone and getting ready to see him.

leon's heart almost jumped out of his chest when you finally responded. he dropped his phone and immediately got to work, cleaning his place and hiding the pictures of you sleeping and your old clothes in a box under his couch.

he worked very hard to tidy everything up, wanting it to be perfect for you. only the best for you.

when he finished cleaning, he sat on the floor in front of his door like a puppy waiting for its owner. he patiently waited for you to knock on the door and come in, even though it would be a couple more hours until you arrived.

after a few hours of leon not moving a single inch, you finally arrived. as soon as your knuckles grazed the door to knock, leon swung it open with superhuman speed.

"thanks for coming! i hope the weather wasn't too harsh on you." leon greeted, stepping aside to let you in. he didn't actually know if the weather was harsh or not, he just said the first thing that came to his mind to start a conversation with you.

"thanks... and uh, the weather isn't bad at all. it's just a bit windy." you responded, awkwardly standing by the door.

leon was trying his hardest to act calm, but his heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. you were standing right next to him! and you were alone together! he could've just died right then and there. instead of watching you through your window, you're right in front of him! instead of breaking into your house and stealing and sniffing your clothes, he can just smell you right by him! he was in heaven.

for a couple hours, you both spent time together by watching movies and chatting, getting to know each other more and more. leon even ordered dinner for you both, and somehow he got your favorite food, and he claimed it was just intuition. it didn't even feel like hours had passed, since you were both enjoying yourselves.

"so, uh, do you like this movie?" leon awkwardly spoke up, as you both sat on the couch in front of his tv. you simply smiled and nodded, too tired to respond. it was a random film that you weren't familiar with, and you watched it in silence next to him. you were both clearly tired after that long day, but leon didn't want you to leave just yet. so he started awkwardly starting new conversations or asking you questions, hoping to keep your attention on him. he loved the amount of attention you already gave him that day, and he was still giddy that you agreed to visit him in the first place. all he needs to stay happy is for you to look at him. but you were literally sitting on his couch and spending time with him, and it just made him so overwhelmed with joy. it gave him hope that you could work as a couple someday, and you would never know about his unorthodox antics to get to this point.

or at least that's what he thought.

at some point, leon excused himself to the restroom and left you boredly swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. but you felt your leg kick something hard underneath the couch. when you decided to investigate, you found a hidden box. curious as to why it was hidden, you decided to open it and look inside.

big mistake.

you found some old clothes and underwear that you thought you lost, pieces of your hair, various pictures of you sleeping, a few grocery lists and paperwork that you thought you threw away, and even pages ripped out of leon's journal describing his dark fantasies of you. some of it had some mysterious white stains on it. it was disgusting, and it made you sick to look through it. you thought leon was just a cute sweetheart, but it turned out he was a stalker and a creep. you were so shocked, that you didn't know what to do. should you run? call someone? but it was unsafe, because he clearly knew your address and a lot of your personal information. you had no idea what to do, so you stayed frozen in shock.

when leon returned, he saw the horrified look on your face and saw the box in your hands. his heart dropped. you knew his secret.

"shit. oh my god, uh, it's not what you think. i swear, i just, uh, fuck..." leon stammered, dropping down to his knees in shame.

"what the fuck is this? how long have you been stalking me, you fucking creep?" you yelled, standing over his shaking form.

"haah.. i... uh.." leon seemed to be breathing weirdly, and you weren't sure if it was out of anxiety or pleasure.

"and this," you picked up one of the pages from his journal and waved it in front of his face. "what the fuck is this? you are so fucked up... are you in love with me or something? or is it just some weird ass sexual obsession?"

"i.. i do love you! of course i do! this isn't how i wanted you to find out, but i really do love you! please don't take it the wrong way. i don't want to hurt you, i just want to be with you. i want to feel you and- and spend every waking moment of my life with you.. please don't hate me." leon begged, grasping onto your leg pathetically.

"you're sick in the head. and you're nothing but a pathetic stalker." you scoffed. all the trust and affection you had for him went out the window after you opened that box. there was no way he can get your trust back. hell, you were willing to cut contact with him and move to another country at that point.

"fuck... okay, maybe i am.. but, uh... shit." leon struggled to get his words out, as he felt aroused by your degradation. he never thought it would feel so good to have you yell at him. he could barely even speak, it just felt euphoric for you to scold him for his actions. you expected him to panic, but he seemed to have mixed feelings about the situation. he was still horrified that you discovered his dirty secret, but he had stars in his eyes the more you screamed at him.

"oh my god... you're a masochistic freak, huh? you like it when i yell at you? god, you're so fucked up." you spat, grabbing his collar and lifting him up to your level.

leon whimpered at the sudden contact, not responding to your degredation and simply squirming at your touch.

you sighed. "are you going to explain yourself? or are you just going to keep babbling nonsense?"

after getting no response, you dropped him and started to grab your things and leave.

"i.. i love you so much!" leon blurted out. "please don't leave! i promise, i can make it up to you! i'll do whatever you want! i can uh... i can provide for you! you won't have to lift a single finger for the rest of your life! and uh... i can cook and clean! sort of. i'll learn how to take care of you. i'll show you that i can be a good boyfriend if you let me! please, just love me! i did all these things for you and i promise i will stop if you want me to! please, don't leave."

leon stood in front of the door and desperately held you in place, not wanting to let you leave.

if you chose to stay, leon would be overjoyed. he would keep his promise and make it up to you, spending the rest of his life protecting you from harm and doing anything to keep you happy. your well-being is his number one priority, he'd make himself look like a fool if it meant getting a smile out of you. just let him love you. you don't need to give him anything in return!

if you chose to leave, leon would be a sobbing, sulking mess for about an hour or two before he decided on what to do. he still had all of your information. he knew pretty much everything about you. he would probably do something to force you into being with him, such as faking your death and kidnapping you. you have nobody else now. you have to be with leon now. he is the only one that still loves you and will keep you happy. even if you're mad at him now, he has hope that someday you will warm up to him and be willing to have a relationship with him. he'll wait patiently for that day to come.

[yourstrqly]

✰ LATE NIGHT'S DESIRE , O. PIASTRI

[ preview ] working as a mclaren strategist for years, the newest driver is the perfect candidate to satisfy your hunger — he does make it easy for you, coming to your door in the middle of the night.

[ tw ] smut, unprotected sex, dom!fem!reader, teeny tiny little bit of corruption kink, spit kink, inappropriate work relationship | gif by @princemick

[ a/n ] idk what this is but yeah slay or whatever bruh. Might write more smut about oscar, I'm really fixed on him rn + ITS MELBOURNE GP and in honor of that i had to write a little something

. minors do not read | masterlist .

The sight of the quiet, charmingly awkward Oscar makes your blood pump fastly though your veins as the desire within you grows. You know its wrong, having inappropriate thoughts about a co-worker, one that isn't as secure as you are on the team but you can't help yourself with it; the need to fuck whoever is handsome and new is strong enough to make you black out rules.

First you had Lando — he was eager to fuck you as you pleased, then you had to have Daniel, who mind you, wasn't as easy to get in your bed and he also wasn't to corrupt as he was the one to mirror your actions and pull some stuff. Sadly it ended rather fast with him getting a girlfriend. But you still have Lando every other month as the boy can't keep a girl around, making him fall regularly in your bed or wherever you are to fuck. It's not that fun anymore, quiet bland. The routine is always the same — first he'll finger you to get you wet enough and then you push him to whatever surface and take his cock. Afterwards you clean yourself, Lando already out of the door.

So, that brings you to Oscar.

He's fresh blood, newly single, and dear lord in heaven over the winter break he put on a lot more muscles, looking ridiculous strong, causing your pussy to flutter whenever you see him. You flirt with him quite often and you do see his brown eyes cloud with lust, but you want to take your time. There's no need to rush.

But the day comes.

Its Sunday night, hours after the race and celebrations of Oscar taking P3, when you hear knocks on the door of your hotel room. Reaching for your phone, the homescreen only shows a few messages from people you're currently not interested in responding. No Lando. Normally, he'd shot a text beforehand, so you're not sure of who is standing opposite the wooden door.

Breathing in, you swing your bare legs off the bed and walk across the room, opening the door. The sight greeting you leaves your mouth agape — Oscar's wearing an maroon satin shirt, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his thick fingers are two rings which you've never seen him wear but it suits him. He looks hot, even more so with his hair all toulouse and a curl glued to his forehead. It's an indicator that he is influenced by Lewis and Guanyu, both very fashionable drivers on the grid, and you could kiss them right now because Oscar has never looked this hot. He is but this is otherworldly.

"Everything alright, Oscar?", you ask, crossing your arms under your breasts and unintentionally pushing them up, presenting the man with your more than welcoming cleavage.

He can't help himself; his focus rests on the soft curves of your tits, the skin glistening under a sweat film the heat of middle east brings.

Clearing his throat, the Mclaren driver, sends you a dashing smile. "Yes, actually I've missed you at the celebration and was wondering if you—", he stops himself, cheeks flaming hotly.

"If I want?"

You can see the thoughts running around faster than the car on the track earlier. Must be hard to grasp whatever plagues his mind.

"I was wondering if you'd celebrate with me", he whispers, somewhat bashful which is endearing.

"Sure, let me throw on something else to wear, can't go out in this", you say, hands moving across your body to clarify your point; due to the heat you're only wearing some boxers and a flimsy babydoll top. Oscar gazes at you, shaking his head. "No, no, I mean celebrate in, you know . .", he stumbles over the words, blush now burning his ears too.

Oh. Oh.

To end his misery, you catch his wrists to pull him inside before hitting the door close with your foot and shove him against it.

For the first time you kiss him, all teeth and tongue, and its different from what you have imagined — his hands are rougher, caressing your lower back, creeping under the top to feel the warm skin of yours. Grabbing you by the hips, he sloths his dick against your stomach and grinds. He doesn't feel small, maybe even bigger than his teammate. In your imagination, he was softer yet he let you guide him to bed exactly like dream-oscar did and falls backwards on top of the cream coloured sheets, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Remove your clothes, baby."

You reach for the hem of your top as you command him, letting him stare at your tits while he steps out of his bottoms and throws the shirt in a corner. His milky smooth skin's glowing in the dim lighting a street lamp spends, and you see a map of freckles on his chest as well as a happy tail lending down to his beautiful cock.

Spitting in your hands, slander finger gently touch his length, causing Oscar's head to fall back, lips wide agape and you take the opportunity to spit in his mouth. "Shallow, Osc, be a good boy f'me, yeah?", you coe, hot breath fawning the auricle. He does, groaning lowly but its getting louder when you bring your legs on either side of his lap, left hand grabbing his cock and coating it in your wetness before probing the fat mushroom tip at your pussy, gliding down till every inch is inside you.

The feeling of his cock might aswell change everything; he's the biggest you've ever taken, scraping and burning you inner spongy walls deliciously as he kisses your cervix.

Fuck Lando, he doesn't have anything on Oscar.

"M so full, you're filling me up so good, baby", the praise let the man smile in a haze, far lost in how good you ride him. Your wet hole holds his grith snuggly as you fuck yourself on his cream coated length — his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight of a white ring forming on the base of his dick, something he has never seen before, and it spurrs him on to grind his hips into yours, getting a worish wail out of you.

You fuck him till his abdomen thighten and he pumps you full of cum, that is oozing out of your desperately moving body, chasing your own orgasm. Oscar leans in, bitting on your pulse point. Then you fall over the edge, legs shaking as you still on top of him.

After catching your breath, you charmingly smirk at him before he grinds up in your fluttering hole — he's already getting hard again.

[blueberrylovv]

AM BACK!!!!

anyways hi hello I'm so sorry for being inactive for the past idk how long it all has been just oh so shitty and I was fighting for my life :') I am kinda still fighting for my life but ig I had some nice interactions recently, I started dressing up nicely every day, I am waking up around 6am every day even if my first class is at 9 or 11 and I have time to get ready in the morning (which is so unlike me I've always been last minute kinda gal waking up 10 minutes before I have to get out and stuff), I took 4 exams recently 2 for my Latin class and 2 for my German class and I got 100% in all of them so that provided some academic validation and motivation I needed.

ana has been kicking my ass, hate her so much rn... she came back, kicked down the door and said 'you're gonna be miserable now' and yeah I've been miserable alright. usually i don't mind when she comes back randomly bc usually I use her as motivation but this time she came back as 'you're not making any progress, you will never be able to achieve your goals do you even deserve fo achieve them blah blah blah' v nasty stuff hate it here but oh well I am pushing through ig...

but yeah I'm gonna get my ass back into posting here I think I would benefit from some creative output even if its just a board here and there

so sorry for people I've been ignoring I feel really about about it :c I'm gonna go through my notifications to check who @ me in the past couple weeks so I can respond to you even if it's v late :') also thank you to all the people who are still here and haven't unpfollowed me you're the best ill get back into interacting with you now <3

WATER REMINDER!

[jenosjarofjam]

Now, you're stuck with me forever

Alpha jeno x Omega fem!reader

-Rivals/enemies to lovers

Requested ✔️ @no-romance-for-me-please

Word count: 2k+word.

Warning: smut,abo stuff, a lot I mean a lot of slick, squirting, knotting, cussing, biting/marking, mention of scent, nicknames(princess, good girl, etc...)

An note! This is like my first one shot and abo so hopefully this is not too bad🤞.(I took some prompts idea from Tumblr.)I didn't really dive deep into the rival/enemies part.

Playlist: collide-Justine Skye, Best lover-BiBi

You took the same class with Jeno, both of you were the top 10 students in the whole uni. You vividly remember the first year you met Jeno, Jeno always sat next to you, taunting you when he got higher grades. On the other hand, you studied extra hard because of it, surprisingly Jeno still got a higher grade than you. This went on for months, until the professor decided to pair both of you up for a huge project, now you have no choice but work with him. You guys started texting each other, deadline of the project was approaching, you agreed on letting Jeno into your place to help on the project, another led to another, now he crashes into your place whenever he wants

9:34 a.m

Jeno: Can I come over I’m bored……

Y/n : Since when did you started asking?

Jeno:I’m just trying to be nice rn, I’ll bring you food.

Y/n:awwwwwwwwww are you showing affection to me rn?

Jeno: I want to wrap my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes die down.

Y/n: kinky ;)

Jeno: stfu, u freak

Jeno was sitting on the couch, finalising the project while you ate your food. The presence of him was distracting you , you seem to be confused about the reason… but hey no one’s complaining when there’s free food.

You noticed the sun peeking through the curtains, sun ray hitting Jeno’s face, highlighting his features. He’s skin glowed under the sun, his eyes shimmered hazel, his nose- “Hey! Are you even listening to me?Hello? Earth to Y/n?” A voice abrupted your thoughts, you realised you have been unconsciously starring at him, your face blushed in embarrassment about being caught. “Were you starring at me?” He cocked his eyebrow in disbelief, “no- no way why would I be starring at you! You’re.. ugly.” Well that was a lie….. “You’re avoiding eye contac with me? Why’s that?” He grins in enjoyment watching you suffer. “No. NO why would I do that.” “Maybe because you’re into me?” He said poking fun at you. “ wha-what no no no…” “well, you’re looking at me like you want to murder me but also like…you want me.” He smirked, seeing your widened eyes. "*cough* umm I'm gonna go uhh get some water." You said, as you quickly walked to the kitchen. You let out a sigh, feeling like you lost your breathe just the moment before. You felt... feverish, oddly... horny.

You went back talking with Jeno, it still doesn't help the fact that you're thinking about getting pounded by a particular person. The uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs was borderline painful, you tried to ease the pain by crossing your legs...it didn't work. You spaced out looking into Jeno's eyes. "Hey... You should take a rest, you seem tired today," "Yeah..um yeah sorry I'll uh go to my room and get some rest, call me when you need anything." You responded, feeling the awkward tension in the room rise up. Little did you know, your scent was flaring up like crazy, the mix of raspberry jam and cherry blossom was putting off Jeno, the sweet smell of slick was oozing out of your panties, making it awfully hard for Jeno to keep his instincts and not to fuck you senselessly. You scurried off to your room, feeling overwhelmed to the brim. You started researching about random heats, trying to find the reason the sudden neediness. You came across an article about spontaneous heats.

Spontaneous heats-Though rare, there is a phenomenon called Spontaneous Heat, which is when an Omega goes into heat outside of their cycle. The rare cases where it happens include meeting one's perfect match (at which point both heat and rut begin almost immediately)

No way Lee Jeno was destined to be your mate, but you can’t deny he is dreadfully hot, but you definitely didn’t stand a chance to be with him.

All these mix signals are just throwing you over the edge.In spite of that, all you should be worrying right now is about the fact that you’re craving the feeling of Jeno’s dick sliding in and out of you.

You had to find a way to relief the pain, ignoring the fact Jeno is probably outside your room playing video games, you slipped your hand under your panties, stimulating your clit. You bite down on your pillow, trying to muffle your moans.

Jeno was standing outside your room, the scent of a sweet aroma slipping through the door crack is driving him insane. The sound of muffled moans , made it obvious you were touching yourself. The thought of marking you, letting everyone know you’re his. The desire to breed you, filling up your pussy with his cum. How pretty you’ll look when he fucks you until you’re senseless . He feels his body burning, blood rushing to his cock, he couldn’t get you off his mind the entire day, he was just craving to fuck you all day long . Jeno couldn’t hold it anymore, he knew damn way he wanted you, all the pretending was driving him mad.

As you were approaching your high, you closed your eyes and focused on the climax. Yougot so lost in the pleasure, you didn’t even notice that someone was standing in front of your doorway.

"Always so needy for me, having fun without me huh?" You quickly cover yourself, your face burned up in embarrassment, you stared at Jeno and his very prominent erection, the size of his bulge was huge , the sheer thought of it already makes you mouth water, you wondered how it’ll feel in your hand,or even in your tight pussy. “What you looking at?” Jeno interrupts your line of thoughts, but it doesn’t make it better. He's low raspy voice sends chills down your spine. He slowly walks to your bed, kneeling down and staring into your doe-eyes, you quickly turned your head away from his stare, he quickly leans closer, closer to the point you feel his breathe against yours " I asked you y/n, what are you looking at?”. Jeno realises how stupid this is, and pulls away, before you pull him by the collar, his lips crashes into yours, the hunger you both crave for each other is finally getting satisfied, his hands naturally went around your waist as he pulls you closer, goosebumps swarming every part of your body. He pulls away "do you want me to stop?” he asked, trying to reassure you wanted this. You hurriedly answered, longing for more “just the opposite, please” He pushes you on to the bed, now you’re under him.

“Submit yourself,” he demanded, “jeno-” “What did you call me?” he abruptly shouted, making you jolt from the unexpected behaviour. “I’m sorry, al-alpha.” he slowly pulled down your flimsy shorts along with your pink panties, the cold hands made you squirm away from his touch. He quickly put his hands on your hips and pull you in, “Let me take care of you, let me make you feel good, let me make you mine,” he whispers into your ears before he forcefully lifts your head up, now you’re staring at him. He’s eyes filled with lust, the dark orbs felt like they were burning holes in yours. He takes off his shirt, his toned abs, arms bulging with veins, looks just like a wet dream in sight. He spreads your legs further apart, slotting his head between your legs. He started licking your hole, not letting a single drop of slick going to waste, before adding two fingers into your leaking hole, slick dripping to his chin, his nose bumping onto your clit adding the extra sensation, making you moan like crazy. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, taste like mine,”he mumbled, the sound of slurping echoes in your ear, your hand naturally find its way down to his head, you grip firmly on his hair, tugging it slightly letting him know your getting close to your climax. The high he brought you was like shockswaves crashing into you, you arch your back gripping harder onto his hair, you let a breathy gasp as you came all over his face.

“I’m not done with you, yet." His eyes darkened as you reached your hands towards him, freeing his cock out of his confinement, it spring out hitting his abdomen. It was huge, far from the ones you've taken before. He slowly lift your legs up, pushing the tip in you, the stretch was painfully good, you unconsciously clenched around him making him groan, your slick coating his dick making it easier for him to fit. He gave you time to adjust to his length then he slowly thrusted into you. “Fuck- take it like a good omega that you are.” The new feeling of adrenaline came rushing in, your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that made you see stars. He lets out a low breathy grunt , your creamy velvety walls sucking him in deeper, the tight fit making you feel every inch of him, every single veins dragging in and out of your pussy. He started thrusting in a merciless rhythm, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, his tongue swirled against yours, the passionate kiss turned into a messy make-out session. His warm lips taking over you, pussy gushing over his dick. "Alpha, I'm close-" you choked out "please, fill me up please.", you feel like time slowed, each thrust felt so sensitive, so good, you feel your vision blurring, the knot in your stomach snapped, you let a long lewd moan as you cum on Jeno's dick. Jeno kept thrusting, ignoring your whines. "Hmm, too much?? Too much for my omega? You were begging for it, you were begging me to fill you up right?? Good girl's keep their promises baby." The sensitivity was too much, you feel your eyes tearing up, you kept clenching on his girth, forming a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

Jeno used his strength and flip you around, his big hands holding onto your hips, “ass up princess.” You obeyed, feeling a sharp slap on your butt, he swify pushes back in with a one quick thrust. "Plea-se knot- in me al-pha, please, wanna be full of your pups." You pleaded, the thought of being by each other's side everyday, carrying his child, was the best fucking dream ever. "Fuck- You want me to knock you up- huh? Such a slut, such a slut for me. Fuck I'm cumming." He grunted. Jeno grabbed your hair pulling it aside, exposing your bare neck and collarbones, Jeno put his nose on your neck, inhaling your sweet aroma. "Can I mark you- princess, wanna make you mine-" He asked, waiting to get a permission to forever mark you his. "Mark me please, alpha mark me!" Jeno licked the side of your neck, and bit down on it, he licked the blood that was oozing out of the mark. You screamed in pain, but the idea of being his was enough for you to bare the pain. Jeno kept thrusting in you, you feel like your were about to pass out, a new feeling rushed in, not like your typical orgasm. Your now breathy moans echoed the room along with the slapping sound of the skin, you screamed in pleasure as you squirted all over his abs. "S-shit , that was so hot, I'm so close princess." He growled, liquid dripping down your thighs. His thrusts became more sloppy, the raspy low grunts was starting to become smoky moans. You feel his dick twitched in you. He held you closer, gripping onto you harder. With a final push, his knot inflamed, hot white cum covering your walls, you whimpered from the knot's pain. The feeling was way too addictive that you can barely feel the pain now. Jeno lays on you for a few seconds, you can feel his warm breathe against your neck. It took a few seconds for him to recover from his orgasm, he finally broke the silence

"How are you feeling?" He asked genuinely, "Tired and confused...I thought you never liked me..." "Idiot, why would I not like you." "No shit Sherlock, you acted like you hated my guts." You argued

"Well now you're stuck with me forever."

[mscherub]

hihi!!! i really, really really reallyreally like your writing!! ive been reading the posts you have on my fyp and I'm like! woah! then i saw you had your requests open and im like! heck yeah i needta get in on this! anyways can i be 🪽? (im like a bird i only flyyyy awayyyy ahh emoji)

if its all right can i request Idia with a reader who can do anything BUT confess? like they will be giggling and kicking their feet putting a heart at the end of their goodbye messages, making playlists for him with exclusively romantic songs, and complimenting him often on his skills. i know idia probably wouldn't have the guts to confess... reader will be trying to be romantic and flirt as much as possible while still being as deniable as possible to try and test the waters (they're just a coward) and gets nervous when shit gets real? and maybe eventually they take their silly flirting with possible deniability a bit too far.. sorry if its not too good i dont request stuff often..

A/N: I dunno what I’m doing to have ppl like my writing so much, BUT HEYYY 🪽

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS UHH HEH—

(Sorry, I was like dealing with more stressful situations, AGAIN. MY LIFE IS NOT RELAXED ANYMORE I SWEAR. Ever since I decided to help out with Sports Med I’ve just been…dying😞)

Idia is a guy I love but haven’t really written for, so all I can ask is that u bear with me here. It won’t be the best!

Tags: Unshared Feelings, flirty reader,

Warnings:

U know me…Swearing <3

Mentions of shooting/guns (video games)

My cringey mentions of Overwatch. I’m sorry y’all 😞

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MY BOY 😪

4:26 pm

Idssssss. Idia! IDIA! Gorgeous man, read my messages

You sigh and chew on the inside of your cheek as you look down at your phone. It’s so simple for someone to just pick up their phone and respond…especially Idia who’s always on some sort of technology device…but I guess not now.

He’s probably gaming with someone…maybe. Possibly one of his raids. You knew he liked to play with a whole bunch of random people online, had some people friend, but picking up his phone at the moment would be a nice thing to do…spending a moment of his time for his actual “irl” friend would be nice.

4:27

Ids. Honeyyyyy…pick up ur phone and answer my messages <3

I WANNA COME OVER AND GAME

yes or no bro >:(

ANSWER ME. GET OFF UR GAME AND PICK UP UR PHONE…

Well, this wasn’t going well. So, maybe he’s sleeping. A good thought. With his wacky sleep schedule it is a plausible thing—

Don’t ever call me that again!

You read his message and purse your lips, quirking an eyebrow in the process before you decided whether to leave him on read and give him a taste of his own medicine or just answer…of course you’re gonna answer him, who are you kidding.

Call you what?

THOSE NAME?

What, Honey…gorgeous?

…stfu

OMS DID I HIT A NERVE HEHEHEHEH, I think it’s cute. You’re probs blushin rn :P

You’re not allowed to come over to game now

WAIT IDS NO HOLD ON U ASSHOLE

…

>:(

Come over at like 4…I’m doing a dungeon rn, so stop messaging me.

Fine, Fine…suit yourself…honey <3

And left on read again…it was worth it. Even over text, getting a reaction is glorious.

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Buttons are being smashed, at least to your perception of it, Idia says it’s “practiced precision”, and with each click, little “pews” emanate from the speakers of the screen. A first person shooter game! But he was in a competitive match and would not let you pick up the controller since you’d be playing on his account…he can’t trust you with all that power yet…You just gotta sit and watch.

“Thought you were against button mashing…” you mumble. Your eyes narrow at the screen as you sip on a drink and watch each shot fire come from the gun.

“In rhythm games…but I’m not just firing out anywhere I want! I’m using my ult and abilities when I need to— and in this game these guys aren’t bottom level noobs for once…but they still play a lot worse then me Weeheehee…they can take the L with their deaths.”

The controller makes a small creaking noise as he grips it harder.

“Mmm, better lock in then, Ids…”

“I already am…”

Ortho zooms in and he takes a spot behind the both of you, watching Idia take on a 1 v 5…

“You’re doing good— hey theres someone flanking behind…oh, it’s Reaper. IDIA SHOOT HIM?”

“I have this widow sniping at me every chance she gets when I put down my shield…smh. The damage can deal with the Reaper…” he sighs, and then he gets shot by said reaper…and then dies. Both of you go silent and he can already tell you’ll have something to say to him to really tick him off…

“Don’t say I didn’t tell you because I did…” Idia can hear the giggle you’re trying to suppress and he side eyes you.

“You’re not funny.”

“I find myself to be exponentially funny, Idia. Hilarious. Not histrionic.” Your hand covers your mouth as a smirk makes its way up.

“Shut up. Weirdo. Loser. L…” He grumbles. He shifts in his seat again and huffs out a puff of air, watching the countdown until he respawns.

“Sounds like you want me to go? How mean…”

That pout. That damn pout you always do. Are you trying to kill him? If so, it’s a great assassination attempt for sure…like those characters in movies that seem innocent but really aren’t. Exactly. A temptress. He’s certainly falling for the act, though— well not that he’s going to admit to that. You know what, no, he’s not falling for your tricks, actually. He’s much smarter than that. He’s not gonna be a normie and fall head over heels for someone. That’s basic stuff. He has games to worry about.

He looks away, his eyes wide, and even with his inner protests to everything, a nice pretty blush creeps up his neck and dusts his cheek and tips of his ears.

“Would you stop…” And back to the game just like that after he respawns. He grumbles under his breath. About the game at first, and then a few comments about you.

His leg bounces up and down out of nervousness. He can’t help it. The things you do to him. He hates it. Hates you.

Ok, maybe he doesn’t hate you, per se, but the way you so seamlessly corrupt his thoughts, twisting them into a singular thought of quite literally just you is completely beyond comprehension and baffling to him…plus, you couldn’t like him anyways. He’s just a shut in gamer. WAIT. Why is he thinking about that?! He totally doesn’t like you, anyways.

Again, he likes his life that way anyways, so he doesn’t care…definitely not about you. He doesn’t need anyone. You’re just a gaming buddy. Someone close, but not like a best friend. Yawn. Can’t be normal like that. It’s weird.

“Fine. Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you fall harder for me.”

That’s it. He pauses. His face flushes more and he shakes his head.

“You’re insufferable…go take your weirdo self out of my dorm and bug someone else.”

“Why should I do that? I don’t like anyone else really…plus I get to watch the master at work with his games!”

He agrees to your words. “Yea. I’m the master alright. I’m not top 500 for nothing on this game, weeheehee…plus I’ve got all the cosmetics you could ever ask for, most common to most rare. That’s what hours of grinding away on these games can get you, and that’s why I’m so good. People are even lucky to play with me! Oh—…” and he’s quiet again.

Ortho giggles, the only thing that reminded you he was also present within this conversation. “Mmm! Brother is amazing! Also, it seems that brother has elevated levels of dopamine and Oxytocin. I’ll continue to scan to gauge other parts of—“

“GAH! Ortho no!” The tips of his hair are a nice baby pink, a contrast to his usual bright blue hair.

“Scan canceled. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t need you…ugh. It’s ok. Sorry.” Idia waves Ortho off.

“Those are simply the hormones of happiness within—“

“I know, I know! Just stop it…please. Sorry.”

They both continue on like nothing happened, and the atmosphere died down again into a quiet calmness, the controller clicking making itself evident again.

“Oh…hey, ids…I gotta dip. Ace keeps spamming me about Grim. Apparently he’s trying to steal tarts again. What’s new with that, anyways.” You stand up and walk to the door. You catch a glimpse of his shoulders slumping and him biting the inside of his cheek out of possible disappointment. Though, you wouldn’t assume.

“See ya, handsome.” You push open the door and take your leave, but you don’t miss the words he squeaks out as you go.

“JUST LEAVE ALREADY!” He yelps as he shakes his head. He dies in game again.

“We won…” Idia sighs, throwing the controller gently to some area on the floor.

“As always!”

“I…find their presence nice, Ortho. Do you think they meant it when they said they don’t like anyone else. Oh! That’s too much wishful thinking! Nah, nah, nah!” The words fly out.

“With the body scan, you had raised levels of dopamine and—“

“I know…no need to say it verbatim. Ok, fine, here…I like when they come around. That’s all there is to it.” He grabs his energy drink and takes a small simp from it, bringing his knees to his chest as he falls into a deep thought.

“Is that all?” Ortho tilts his head…maybe he can help his big brother out a little.

“I…like them. Well, no. Maybe. Yes? Gah! I can’t tell them that…that’s a pathetic. I am…with that normal people stuff. Plus it’s boring. Real boring. Love is boring…” he pauses, “but…maybe not with them— WHO AM I KIDDING?! Gah…why is this difficult…”

“If big brother is happy when they’re around, then maybe you do like them! That’s normal! I like them, too, if they make you that happy!” He giggles and nods enthusiastically. Just a small push in the right direction.

“Maybe? Maybe? I’d rather not like them…it’s awkward. What’s a shut in like me going to be able to do for them?” He sets the can down.

“Lots of stuff! Look…don’t they ask you if they can come over to play? They like to spend time with you, clearly! I’d consider giving it a shot.” Ortho floats around, his eyes crinkled in a smile.

“A shot at what?” He mumbles.

“Confessing!”

“No. No way! I can’t just…walk up to them and, and. I wouldn’t know what to say…” he closes his eyes and brings his hands to his head, shaking his head at the silly idea.

“Think of what you’d say!”

“Well…I’d…say that I really like them around, you know? And when we do game, it’s fun, and they don’t really turn down any games I offer up for us to experiment with. They talk to me a lot and…always bug me, even though I say it’s annoying I really do enjoy it because it shows me that maybe they care at least a little to go out of their way and message me— enough about that. Well…also the way they don’t get deterred when I info dump. Guess I’m just really thankful they…stick around. Listen. Their eyes are pretty…their lips— NO! Ahhh…” He buries his against his knees.

“Oh! See? You’re passionate!”

“Urgh…don’t even say it…”

“All you need is a small push to tell them!” He beams.

“Like that would ever happen, Ortho. It’s fine…I’ll just…I dunno. I’m not gonna say anything, anyways. Wayyyyyy outa my comfort zone.”

Ortho sighs, clenched fits resting on his hips as he scowls at Idia. If he wouldn’t say anything, then Ortho would. Simple!

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“And thennnnn, get this, guy walks up to me acting all tough and what not, stupid shit, really. He was just trying to act like he was the bigger person, anyways, but Vargas caught him and I got to sit and watch this guy run laps on end around the track. Pure gold. Ten out of ten would watch again.” You hum.

The cafeteria is as loud as usual, and the first years listen in on your stories you managed to accumulate within an hours time. Really, it was crazy how trouble seemed to follow you.

“And this started all because…” Epel quirks a brow.

“Oh! Yea, because I accidentally kicked the ball as a foul three times and then got out. Over kickball.”

“That’s childish…” Sebek frowns and continues to cut at his lunch with a knife.

“Tell me about it. I mean, kickball, it’s literally just kickball, I say that guy should be lucky they didn’t have to fly on brooms today for PE, but to each their own. His was of reacting was overzealous, for sure.”

“Has anyone seen ortho?” Jack breaks up the belabor of whatever had happened earlier. The silence is loud.

“Oh…that’s a good question—“

“Y/N! I need you to come with me! Please!” Ortho quite literally pops up out of no where, also seemingly in a rush as well. A little out of the ordinary.

“Hey— what’s up?” His hands grip around your arm and he yanks you up.

“I need you back at Ignihyde! Just for a moment, I promise!”

“W-what? It’s the middle of the school day, ortho and— wah! Ah! Ok…geez, I’m coming!” He tugs on your arm again and you stumble a little bit over the bench attached to the table. Everyone else just watches…that’s nice of them.

In a dire situation where you were actually being dragged off by some rando would they just stare and not interfere, too? Maybe.

Ortho keeps a decently tight grasp on you as he drags you out of the lunch room. Whatever he has for you must be important if he’s robbing you out of the middle of school hours…better be worth it. And hopefully you make it back for alchemy.

“So…what is it?”

“Can’t say yet! It’s a surprise!”

…

Oh.

Furtiveness wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for.

“Hey now…a little hint wouldn’t hurt, right? I have classes I need to get back to, and, I’ll be over later! I’m gonna bug Ids again so, if can wait—“

“Nope!”

He’s dead set…ok, then. You’ll be late to class and suffer the consequences. Hopefully someone vouches for you.

You reach the mirror chamber in a matter of a few minutes, the silence continuing to stretch as Ortho gains more focus at the task at hand for him, at least. You’re left to continue wondering what to make of the nature of the situation randomly sprung onto you.

You pass through the rippling, reflective surface and Ortho still doesn’t stop, actually, leading you along a little more quickly.

“I wanted to have big brother say something to you!” He finally spills the info. He pushes open idias door.

Idia looks over, not bothered at first, but then he sees you. He freezes. Clearly, you accompanying Ortho to his room was not what was meant to happen just based off of the look he gives you. Completely and utterly surprised.

“Wah..? Ortho. Y/N— Otho what are they doing here?!” He shrinks back in his chair.

“Brother! Here! I decided I must help you two out!”

You both blink.

“Help us out?” You tilt your head. “I don’t think we need any help—“

“Yes you do! It’s annoying to see the blatant flirting and the effects it has. You two need to fess up.” Ortho pulls you closer to Idia who sits in his gaming chair. He’s about ready to jump up and stand in the corner…

“There’s nothing to f-fess up. Let them go back to class!” Idia scoots his chair back, but Ortho protests with another shove on your back so you take a step closer to him.

“There is too! I want you both to be happy…” He pouts, then looks at you. “Since he won’t say it himself…”

Ortho goes quiet for a short moment until he plays some sort of audio from the speakers he has. Idias eyes go wide and he lights up pink.

“Well…I’d…say that I really like them around, you know? And when we do game, it’s fun, and they don’t really turn down any games I offer up for us to experiment with. They talk to me a lot and…always bug me, even though I say it’s annoying I really do enjoy it because it shows me that maybe they care at least a little to go out of their way and message me— enough about that. Well…also the way they don’t get deterred when I info dump. Guess I’m just really thankful they…stick around. Listen. Their eyes are pretty…their lips— NO! Ahhh…”

…

Ortho stops the recording and smiles, his eyes closing in with his proud grin.

“Oh…” you look at Idia, “did you…say that? About me? Is that…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, actually, that wasn’t me at all and that was just some ai voice that ortho made up to make it look like I said that but in reality I didn’t actually say that and you know…that was…was…why are you…what— hey!”

You move your face closer to his, head tilted still as your hands rest on the arm rests of his gaming chair.

“Stop bluffing…I’m not…mad.” You mumble.

“W-well…surely disgusted I mean cmon—“

“Shhh. No. I’m happy, Idia. Really happy. Like…a lot.”

Ortho is all giddy in the corner…

“I knew you’d be— wait. Happy? Happy?! I…what do you mean?” He pushes his head back as far as it can go against the chair. A futile attempt to hide away from the embarrassment, and of how close you are.

“Happy. Yes. I didn’t know you…actually felt like that. To be honest…I kinda thought it was all one sided…with me. I remember way back when you said you were never interested with all that sappy bullshit…I thought I didn’t have a chance…” You straighten back up, arms falling back to your sides as you ponder everything that has happened in exactly two minutes.

He visibly relaxes at the whimsy edge to your voice. He didn’t know. Thought it was all just a false show to rile him up. He thought he fell for lies. But if what you’re saying is true…

“Well…I guess I wasn’t at the start…until we got closer then…the idea became…I guess a little more appealing. Not all that much, though.” He looks away, still blushed pink.

“So…”

“Right…” he nods.

“You guys both like each other?” Ortho floats back over, worried already.

Of course you did…just the act of admitting it. You guys technically already did, but actually saying it is proving to be difficult.

“I mean…Yea…I do.” You nod.

Idia is close to just toppling over and falling to the ground from how dazed he seems to be. High off the adrenaline and embarrassment.

“I…yea.” He nods. His hands cover his face.

“Hey…none of that.” Your hands rush to grab his wrists, he jumps of course, but your grip is far from tight. At least you think. You can’t really tell. This whole this has caused a fuzzy feeling to override most of your senses.

“I like you.”

“gah! I like you too I guess I mean woah wait yea your super close wait—“

Ortho gives a small innocent push on your back again.

And, just like in any cheesy rom-com, you fall forwards and your faces get closer. Your lips touch and he instinctively wraps his arms around you to prevent you from slipping away any further.

“Big brother and Y/N!” Ortho giggles as he brings his hand up to cover the lower half of his face. “Congratulations!”

It’s comical how quick you stand up, the blush making its way to your cheeks as you cover your lips with your forearm. That didn’t just happen, did it?

Oh. It did.

“Ortho!” Is all Idia can squeak out before he shrinks away into his hoodie. He’ll need some time…

“In the end, I did you two a favor…now can we play some games? Y/N, cmon! Let’s play!”

“I have a feeling I’ll be over a lot more, now…so we can maybe play after classes” you chuckle.

Ortho thinks for a moment and nods. “Of course! Brother should be fine by then…” He smirks.

Ortho for the win.

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Bonus!:

Can’t believe Ortho orchestrated all of that…

Leave it to him when he’s set on something

Oh! I didn’t expect an answer so soon…guess you cooled down a bit?

Don’t say anything about what happened. I don’t need to replay the memory again

So you’ve been thinking about it, huh?

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

It’s ok, heh…we have more time to explore in the future ;)

…I feel you’re relentless on the flirting and saying weird crap will not cease

Nope! It’ll get worse

Good to know

Hey, I gotta go, class is starting!

Ok…text me soon, IF you want not forcing you or anything it’s really just a good suggestion and all that

I will, I promise

…

I love you

Read

Say it back once you’ve calmed down…

Oh! I’ll make us a playlist later, too…so that is an invitation to send me music recs. Plz

Sure…also

Guess I love you too. I can’t believe I said that!

Proud of you!

This would go just fine—

“Hand over the phone.” Crewels gloved hand is palm up and expectant. You look up at him and sigh, trying a pout, yet it never works. “Cmon, pup, I won’t have anyone disobeying rules. You’ll get it back after class.”

“Yes, sir…”

Passes out

Urgh…I’m tired now chat. Mmkay…baiajwozjaozkaibxlanwlzhalsibwlzuwla RAH

this is as good as it’s gonna get, shorter than I wanted, but my bed is calling me 😪

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[flying-fangirls]

To be quite honest with y'all, one of my biggest frustrations with the Witch isn't the fact that she's portrayed as a bad person or an allegorical transphobe, but moreso with how... nasty, the responding attitude toward her is-- both in the podcast's voice and several fans' voices. I'm not saying that her hate and intolerance were totally excusable, but like. Relatively speaking-- in this podcast-- it's nowhere near the worst thing any character has done (especially in light of all the yonic/assault coding behind her character, but I won't go into that because it requires way more energy to respectfully talk about than I have rn)

Everything about Larson's background has pretty clear undertones of incest and rape, but we all still treat him as one of those "characters you love to hate" (and I'm definitely not condemning that fandom response btw, I do it too). Hell, even the podcast's voice itself portrays him as that entertainingly despicable villain. And even past Larson, let's be honest with ourselves, most main characters in this show have done incredibly fucked up stuff, such as Kayne, Arthur, and John. Still, Kayne also gets the entertaining villain treatment, and Arthur and John get praised for their imperfect nature.

The Witch though? It feels like the general response to her is unflinching disgust, a sort of "that nasty, lying bitch" attitude without any remorse or nuance. All of a sudden, harmful behaviors mean a character should only be despised, and nothing else.

And yeah sure, the Witch refused to budge from her intolerant viewpoint or whatever-- in this single conversation, after a lifetime of being taught only hate, despair, and loneliness. I don't know about y'all's experience talking to people raised in hateful environments, but it takes more than one heated conversation to change their minds. And again: no that doesn't excuse the harm they spread. But for a story that preaches the importance of giving people extended time to improve themselves from the worst of morality, even if they stumble or fuck up several times along the way? It feels entirely antithetical for this woman to get spat upon after a single impression of her.

Think about Yellow, too. Think about how he "grew up" in an environment (Arthur, then Larson) that taught him only hate and despair, which led him to be incredibly intolerant, violent, and hateful. And then think about how both the story's voice and us in the fandom treat Yellow. It's not with unflinching disgust and loud vitriol; most of us view him with sympathy, despite all the horrible things he says/does that aren't necessarily excusable, yet are understandable. Why is the Witch any different? Why does the disdain for her ring so much louder, sharper, and meaner than anyone else in this entire show? Why do we "love to hate" nearly every other antagonistic character we've met (Kellin, Butcher, Larson, Kayne, etc etc etc), but suddenly only do the "hate" half of it for this one specific character?

Why is SHE so much worse? What difference between HER and every other major onscreen character subconsciously shifted our viewpoints?

Obligatory disclaimers: Again, I don't think the Witch's physical/verbal violence was wholly excusable. I don't think anyone who dislikes the Witch is a terrible person, nor do I think Harlan or the show are terrible. I am not claiming that everyone in the fandom displays these attitudes, nor am I saying this attitude is some moral failure. This is a critical critique meant to spur critical evaluation, and not any sort of attack.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

OOH, I'm VERY excited to see another Karen episode today! Back to our roots, huh Team. I see you 😌↕️ and still got "SMG4:" prefix in the title there...

also the pattern's shattered but meh *shrugs* who cares about that

Alright, chat, all bets in! Are we getting the arc this time? Let's see...

(the following is my live reaction:)

SMG4 being sponsored by a DC game oh shit, they've really come a long way..... ROGER CRAIG SMITH?! IN MY SMG4 EP?! welp i did not have that in my bingo card

really funny considering some pages of the Sonic x DC crossover are popping up on the same day (my favorite blue guys 💙)

anyway, about the SMG4 Batman signal....

oh... we're really starting off like this, huh

I can already tell this is going to be an emotional episode. god, this really hits heavy with inflation and stuff.

no... please don't tell me....

NO NO NO

"Eviction notice: Indeed, you have been evicted from the premises. Effective immediately, you are to get the actual hell away from this place. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. Which was home. Geddit?"

ALREADY TRYING TO PISS ME OFF? BC OH BOY IS IT WORKING. YA VERAS LO TE VOY HACER HIJO DE SU—

alright alright, gotta calm down. there's gotta be another way, right?

oh the kids, nooooo

4 PLEASE HELP THEM

just the fact Karen's able to confide with SMG4, wow. Ever since the "We Must Kill Mario" episode, it seems like Karen's been able to trust him in a time of need, especially for her kids.

Sure, 4 and the Crew always get into wacky shenanigans with a side of trauma (like what happened in Puzzle Park) but she still does trust him, which is very sweet to think about. even if she didn't open up the text message, she already knows 4 would be willing to help her if he could

WHAT?

smh 😔 just another day in the SMG4 universe (also 4 absolutely recorded it for a video, he would)

oh wait he did. shoot. well, at least it was considerate of 4 to let her know anyway

ok side note: I find it hilarious that 4 would be sending memes to anyone he knows besides the Crew (he is a meme guardian after all) and Karen be the one to respond with "K". I love that for him.

huh. the Monopoly Man must've really hit rock bottom to be in a homeless shelter rn

DEPRESSO?! you're back, after all this time?

oh hey Mario! still looking for cheese? understandable (i also love cheese)

Mario: "Mmm, free goo." ...don't do that to me, don't say that *IGBP flashbacks*

NOW HOLD UP SHE'S RIGHT, HOW COME THEY CAN'T GET A SERVING TOO?

YEAH GET HIS ASS

oh, never expected the same shot from The Incredibles movie

OH, ARE WE FINALLY GETTING MORE OF HER BACKSTORY? she did say before that she took the job to make a living away from desperate times

AW that's our lovable goofball, willing to help his friends 💙

Oh. not that i expected much anyway. I thought that maybe a tent?

Really nice of Mario to keep his word and not tell the kids yet

Uh. What's all that about? NO NO go back, what was that?

*head in hands* Team, really? did you really have to dig the knife even deeper with the Koopa family moving in, c'mon

OGH BABY KAREN NOOO 😢

she was really this young? oh hun

*pauses and stares at the Team* alright, do tell. who the HELL is this secret organization?

not only has this organization taken advantage of Karen when she was young and vulnerable, but they also had the audacity of not letting her go after she EXPLICITLY told them she quit a long time ago bc of her kids. Seriously, I bet Karen was even picked solely because she was homeless. Their justification would probably be: "she's got nothing left to lose, that's why she chose us. besides, it's not like anyone's going to miss her if she died on the job"

Not that note, there better not be anyone blaming Karen for not seeing this coming bc if it wasn't obvious, she was a stray kitten desperately trying to survive on her own all her life. Ofc she would take the job, how can she not? There was stability, someplace to go. Even if it came with risks. But above all, she had the courage to leave the job for her kids. if that's not a good mother, I don't know what else to say

man, this organization's EVIL evil

THE KIDS (the Team's trying to destroy me /silly)

FAMILYYYY 🥹

oh right, chat, say it with me now (mickey clubhouse style): Oh, Mario!

AY that's pretty good 😄👍

WELCOME TO THE CRIB ✌️

Karen, you're going to tell the truth eventually. It's better now or never

THIS WHOLE SCENE MANNN, IT LEGITIMATELY MADE ME CRY

IT GOT ME. THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE AN EMOTIONAL YET SILLY EPISODE.

you did it Team. here you go, my stamp of approval ⭐️

SAME MARIO SAME

uh. what.

we did get 4 and Karen as a fighting duo, could we get one with Mario?

welp Monoploy Man owns Amazon now, someone edit the wiki. but that's only in the SMG4 universe. FUCK

y'know, you could've started with that, Mr. Monopoly

WE"RE GOING HOME LET'S GOOOO 🎉

idc what SOME people, LET US HAVE THIS. let them go home 🥹

*record scratch* wait what?

the walkie-talkie? wha....

WHAT? HUH?!

WAIT NONONONO DON'T CUT TO BLACK TEAM TEAM DON'T YOU DARE ROLL THE CREDITS

*flips desk* are you. fuckin. kidding me? they did that? to US? to ME? AAAAAAAA [We'll Be Right Back, after these messages :)]

Uh anyway, congrats to FalconaVasa for your fanart being featured in the end credits🎉 getting some luigi fanart in here, we love to see it :)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Nope. I'm still not over that ending. I gotta go and leave the room for a sec. I can't believe we went from emotional to "surprise! it's the start of an arc!!"

TEAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAA.

Alright, I do have to wrap this review so I'll keep this quick. Without a doubt, we are entering into an arc starring Karen and Mario which can easily be connected to the "We Must Kill Mario" and "The Fight of All Time" episodes. As for the antagonist, we have a couple of choices:

The secret organization—they have been a big turning point in Karen's life and they keep bothering her with jobs she doesn't want to do

Marty—we do still have a hit on him and he still has a grudge against Mario

The father of Karen's kids—Karen mentioned it once in the last episode she starred in and may be associated with the organization itself

or an entirely new villain we don't know about

It can't be Mr Puzzles since (1) he's still in prison, (2) it's too early for that, (3) he doesn't have a personal grudge against Karen. And for those who say it's Shadow Man being part of the organization, I'm going to quote from Anaidon here:

Shadow Man is not canon in the SMG4 universe, and is merely an OC Anaidon puts it in the assigned scenes as an easter egg for fans to find. Ofc there is a chance that the Team could propose their OCs/AUs for future storylines (they are pretty cool). But at this time, after all the planning they've done, it just wouldn't be possible. Side note: if the Team's going to introduce a new villain, they plan several episodes for us to get to know the character before an arc actually happens.

What about Niles? We technically didn't meet him until the Revelations Arc. Or even Wren?

Niles wasn't entirely new, he stemmed from the Genesis arc so we as the audience can keep up with what we already knew. With Wren, we've seen him before WS, whenever Meggy retells it. And, knowing Meggy as a character, we knew Wren was a big influence on her. Now, the argument can be said with Mr Puzzles for him not appearing until the IGBP movie (episode-wise). But even then, he actually appeared until the end of WOTFI 2023 and was the mastermind working behind the scenes. His small appearances ARE his build-up to what his character was like.

When we're dealing with an arc, we have to have our main cast. Karen and Mario, obviously, and for the conflict to make sense, the antagonist has to be related to the two. But I never said there only had to be one antagonist. We could have more than one.

As for Mario, we might have to determine which side he's on. Mario accepted the mission given by whoever talked through the walkie-talkie. Accepted it, with a serious tone. It could be that he was threatened or offered a deal he can't refuse.

Well, here's my mini-theory (yes, cue the intro): when the sounds of the walkie-talkie were going off, it reminded me a lot of the static/standing-by noise Mr Puzzles done before, luring the Crew into the basement "No TV Make Mario Not Okie Dokie" and Mario in "Incredible Game Show Spectacular". Like it was hypnotic. If you really think about it, it's really symbolic at the end of the PV movie, Puzzles making the same noise at his defeat (representing the mind control over the Crew) and 4 smashing his head to stop said noise (representing their freedom). But AGAIN, not saying Puzzles is back for this arc. But I think the walkie-talkie noise was a tool to hypnotize whoever found it in the trash, which happened to be Mario of all people. That's why I'm leaning toward the organization or Marty being the ones behind it. Both of them keep a close eye on Karen and Mario that they have a chance to plant it there. And let's go back to the "We Must Kill Mario" episode, where the first thing we see Mario is when he charges toward the trash bin for a wizard outfit. This isn't the first time either when in "Trash Friends", Mario hides in the dump and is willing to eat trash-made spoiled spaghetti for his own purposes. If anyone would be able to catch on to this, it would be these two antagonists, to hypnotize Mario.

Sorry, got a little sidetracked there. More of my fever talk in there. Ben, you have anything to say?

"Something bad is about to happen." (uh yeah, no shit. still not over what you said last time.) another user: "Brings back such memories when you posted 🔔 and the whole (English) community went crazy thinking it had something to do with SMG4" "Calm down. Yeah, I'm going to do that when the time comes, haha" user: "leave us alone dude" (/silly) ":3"

...sigh. Really, Ben? You really are a menace, my god. Well, too bad I'm bilingual. Anyway, this has been an amazing episode with Karen and the kids. Everything from the voice acting to the animation to the script, oh boy. Team, you really did it. It really hit close to home, such a good story touching a bit of reality there. Like I said time to time again, love is a powerful force that helped the Crew overcome numerous obstacles. Even if it came to a cost, these characters always prevailed.

People have been saying that Karen ended up having no actual consequences by the end of the episode, but honestly, I want this ending. Some people are at risk of losing their homes or who already did. Some parents who suffered a terrible childhood do not want to pass it on to their kids. Some don't get the happy ending Karen and her kids did, but it's one wished for. For Karen, a character who we see working at multiple jobs and caring for her kids, let her have this. This show isn't meant to be realistic in the first place, but it does bring in real topics, and having these characters triumph over their hardships, sparks hope for the people also struggling with it.

If they can, you can too.

Well, that's all from me. Kinda left in charge of production last minute, so I gotta go! Thanks for stopping by, I'll see you all next time, and remember: numbers always go first.

....what's that?

I lost the bet so I owe you all cans of Rizz soda and ideas for my AU? uhhhhhhhh 🏃‍➡️🏃‍➡️🏃‍➡️

[ohnopoteito]

"something about you" ellie × reader

Reader entering a convenience store and falling in love with cashier Ellie.

a/n: Hello again everyone!!! i know it's been a long time since i first posted this fanfic and I'm so sorry for that :( honestly i wasn't expecting all those likes and all 😭😭😭 thank you so much for receiving my work so well!!! I'll organize everything better later bc I'm so tired rn

c/w: i don't know??? maybe low self steem stuff, anxiety knocking reader's door, still a fluff fanfic!!! notproofread (im not wearing my glasses pls) + english is not my first language but feel free to correct me!!! just enjoy it pookies ;))

chapter two ♡

Waking up that morning was just as light as a feather, a slight and good anxiety running through your veins and flesh, boosting your body to jump out of bed and start your day. Good appearance was what you've chosen for the day, wondering even if you should brush your teeth twice before leaving home and head to your mission of the day, get the auburn hair cashier's name or something you could have to be close to her, just the thought of that was enough for a smile from ear to ear to bloom on your face.

Backpack around your shoulders as you left your place and walked with excited silly steps to the convenience store where your heart raced almost passionately. Across the street, you could watch an unknown and masculine figure organizing cardboard boxes in the store facade, scrunching your face and fixing your dirty glasses — the ones you forgot cleaning after saying you'd clean the following day —, you could tell the man had already grey hair and wrinkled face, but he still managed to have a good appearance.

Taking a deep breath and crossing the street, you wondered if it really was a good idea, anxious thoughts wrecking you once again, frowning as you realize your body stading in front of the store for long five minutes. Your breath stuck in your throat, her figure from afar and those beautiful physical traits were carefully perceived by your curious eyes.

Too distracted to even notice the environment around you, a gentle palm rested on your tense shoulder, causing you to jump in response. The same man you eyed before, he smiled at you as his hands brushed his leather coat before speaking.

"Sorry if I scared you." His voice was deep yet caring for you, a faint smile could be seen.

"No, it's fine! I was just... distracted." You spoke up kindly, your hands sweating as your fingers fidgeted to relieve your anxiety. "Sorry for asking, but do you work here?" Was the best you could speak, and the only response you got was a cracked chuckle.

"Guess what, it's a funny part." He said as his long feet stepped a way from you, signing for you to follow him as well. You tilt your head to the side, wondering if you were about to be kidnaped or something, but you follow his path calmly. You stood next to him as his hand raised and pointed to the storefront sign.

"Joel's" you whispered as your eyes scrunched in an attempt to read clearly despite the bright sun making your eyes sting, you could read properly the store's name after having only an blurred image of the sign in your subconscious.

You looked at him, waiting for something, but his smile only grew more. "Guess what my name is." He finally said.

You blinked a few times, guiding your eyes to look around before responding, "Joel?" You sounded unsure. The answer was obvious, but you couldn't believe he'd be so predictable.

He burst in laugh after that, you could just give him a smile back nervously, he was acting like it was the funniest thing ever, you felt guilty for not laughing and looked to the sign again, faking a chuckle as you avoided looking at him.

"Everyone find it funny." He said as his finger brushed his eyelids, wiping away a tear that was about to run down the corner of his eye. You covered your mouth, thinking what just happened.

Your hand followed to the back of your neck, scratching lightly. "Yeah, it's really funny..." you said uncertainly, your words falling falsely from your lips.

"Um, I have... to go, so..." You stuttered as you walked away slowly.

"No problem, dear." He waved gently. You really wanted to find that funny but, god. "We have some products on sale, check them out!

You smiled once again before turning back him and heading to the local market.

As you entered the place, your figure walked to a random section, it was just some snacks in. Your eyes scanned some of them, a sound of the rubber sole of a sneaker sliding across the floor close to you.

"I saw that." The familiar husky voice tone made your body shiver,

Your body turned to face the figure in front of you quickly enough to have a spasm when you met those intense and tired green eyes observing your facial features.

"What?" Your eyes widened.

"You and Joel." she said with a lazy smirk, her arms crossed and her weight shifting to her left leg. "The storefront sign thing." Her eyes looked away, her side profile holding you in a trance. The daylight highlighted her pale skin and the freckles that ran all over her face.

You could swear you've seen a smile on her dry lips. "You were just another victim." She sounded happy, even though her tone of voice made it hard to discern her emotions.

"I wasn't a victim, I just went with the flow." A soft answer, hands touching the shelves to spare all the energy on your nerves, eyes looking at a blind spot behind the auburn girl. A deep breath before finally speaking again.

"Do you also have a different way to present yourself?" You could feel a drop of sweat forming on your scalp. "Like, just as creatively as Joel?"

The girl right before you bit her lip, peeling the dry skin as her eyes were locked on her old black converse.

"No, I'm just ordinary. No signs with my name." She smiled at you. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes met yours.

"I'm Ellie."

Your smile bloomed sweetly, "cute." You thought

Ellie smiled softly when you told her your name as well, crossing her arms against her chest, her arm tattoo plainly visible. The ink was a bit faded, so you deduced it had been tattooed a long time ago. You couldn't keep the conversation going for more than that. The best you could do was pick a random snack you didn't even like and pay for it, only to see Ellie smiling at you as she handed you your shopping bag.

You kept this way for the rest of the week, waking up earlier, going to Joel's and choosing some product only to see her face and have an ordinary short talk, repeat the last steps after your classes. "Am I being too weird?" You thought with yourself after leaving the local market once again.

Ellie seemed to not care, at least. Maybe she just doesn't care. You should save your money and stop being stupid.

But you couldn't. You pressed your lips tightly as you entered the convenience store after your classes, the guilt making your shoulders heavy and tense. Walking silently through the sections that you had already memorized every product of each one of them, chewing your inner cheek, trying to think straight and stop yourself, you began to feel... sad.

It couldn't be a wasted time walking more than the usual way you took. Shrugging off your thoughts, you grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the checkout counter for the last time, you've promised to yourself. Your eyes avoided Ellie as you watched her take the bottle and scan it.

"You good?"

She was the one to speak first, her fingers lightly caressing her eye bags, her eyes fixed on you. It was as if everything had just stopped around you; you couldn't listen to a single word. Her lips were moving, but you couldn't understand a thing. Your mind went blank. You could only shake your head slowly, blinking in an attempt to wake yourself up from that trance.

"Um?" You hummed, your mouth went dry.

And she... laughed?

"What?" You asked again, your eyes laid on the chunky notebook next to the cash register before returning to Ellie.

"I asked if you're fine." She muttered, handing you the plastic bag. "You look disoriented today. Just worried."

At least you know she doesn't hate you, you let out a sigh in relief.

"Ah, I see..." You swallowed, holding the plastic bag and feeling the tip of her fingers brushing lightly against yours. "Maybe I am."

You squeezed the bag slightly, letting your palm feel the cold water drops sweating the plastic.

"I hope you figure it out." Her voice was soft. Your lips formed a thin smile. Her tone sounded just as sincere. You didn't know much about Ellie, and she was in the same boat as you. She couldn't push boundaries either, and she still could understand your odd behavior even if it wasn't her business. A safe distance.

"Don't need to pay for it, by the way." She rested her left hand on the back of her neck, massaging the area.

"What? But i want to." You answered.

"No, you don't." You frowned as she turned her back to you and began to look for something in her old backpack, a spaceship pin decorating the blue fabric. "Consider it as a gift, will you?"

You couldn't hold your tongue much longer. "Why is that?"

She didn't answer you immediately, Ellie spent some seconds in silence.

"You know, you're a frequent customer and polite... I mean, I just think some good action would make your night better." She sounded nonchalant, but you could hear a "Man..."

"I don't know, I'm not the best at cheering people up. Sorry." She spoke again before turning back to you. "Here, for you."

A dinosaur sticker pad, in the same art style as the others you'd seen around the store, the same as the one on the cover of her notebook. One sticker pad with four dinosaur stickers on it.

Your smile was sincere and bright as a sunshine, tilting your head to the side, you admired the art style and Ellie's cute actions.

"This is the best I can do... for now." Her hands rested on her hips. She was wearing old, faded, skinny jeans and her uniform shirt. Her teeth peeled the dry skin of her lips.

"It's perfect, thank you." Your smile didn't fade away.

It wasn't a kid sticking dinosaur images after all; it was just Ellie. The auburn-haired girl, the one with an intimidating posture and such an intense gaze, with those beautiful green eyes that could make your knees weak. She was just someone trying to cheer up a frequent customer, wasn't she?

Your eyes fixed on her freckles, overthinking again. Wondering if you should postpone asking for her number. You couldn't screw that up.

"Ellie?" You called her name, feeling your body shiver just by saying her name. Your skin felt warm as her eyes met yours again, those green orbs focusing solely on you.

Were you seeing things? Or Ellie seemed... interested in what you had to say? No, not at all.

"Um?" Her eyebrows rose slightly, a relaxed expression on her face. She seemed tired, just like the last day, but not uninterested.

"I..." You laughed nervously, already regreting the other words you were holding in your throat. Nails scracthing the back of your neck as you looked around, "I don't know if I should say this." A nervous smile made Ellie tilt her head to the side, the poorly tied bun left some strands of hair coming out.

"Why? Is there something off?" She asked as her gaze frowned.

Your fingers caressed the sticker pad. "It's just that... I wish I had more knowledge about dinosaurs." It was true, indeed. You would learn everything just to talk to her. You looked at her again, her head lowered, her sneaker sole playing with the floor.

Your tired eyes landed on her figure. You weren't really expecting an answer. You had just thought aloud, and you were okay with that. You were okay with her silence, the lack of dialogue between you. The silence was friendly. It felt good.

"I can teach you." She almost whispered; she wasn't looking at you, but you were noticing every detail of her body language. "If you're okay with that, of course."

You were both blushing, your heart beating so fast you were almost sure you would pass out. Your blood rushed to your feet, preparing you to run. But you didn't want to; anxiety is so dumb.

"This is so stupid. I don't even know why I said that. Sorry." She brushed her palm over her face. You frowned lightly, concerned.

"No! It's fine, I'd love that, honestly." You waved to her, "I just..." You bit your inner cheek, heart beating faster.

"I wanna talk to you more. If you're okay with that too."

Ellie smiled at you, a thin smile to you as her eyes seemed to smile as well. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach. Ellie was something you had never experienced before.

"Can I get your number?" she stuttered.

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omg guys it's so stressful to write dialogues 😩

anyway i hope everything is okay and in place!!!

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thank you again everyone!!!

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[k1rbyl0v3r]

sorry but I'ma tag people to ask for advice and help because I so lost rn... hey uh.... @i-ate-your-dog-srry do you have any advice? I'm so lost rn and I dunno how to start this like I want it to so the basic info while not being cramped up or not looking boring and have to use the least actual text (like text as in the text in this post) as possible so can you help? just asking because I'm so clueless

GUYS I NEED HELP BECAUSE IM TRYING TO MAKE THE ART FOR MY INTRO POST BUT I DUNNO HOW TO STARTTT DOES ANYONE HAVE TIPS OR MAYBE GIVE ME A REF???? I DUNNO HOW TO START AND I JUST- URGUHHHHHHHHHHH

[deadn30n-arch]

psa about blog stuff

so, i've been considering some stuff about how i want to treat my blog going forward, and i want to put it all down so that people know what to expect out of me! i'm not bored of rp or anything like that, i just want to be a bit more organized and straightforward with how i handle everything. so!

this blog will permanently run on a queue. i know some people perceive that as lazy idk but for me it helps preserve my sanity. if that isn't your thing that's fine i'm not gonna force you stick around, but just know that even if replies are queue'd, it doesn't mean i'm less interested in our plots. sometimes i'll post / answer stuff in real time still, but at least for threads, it's easier on me if it's in a queue. also, since i'm putting more focus into streaming starting next week, it helps keep activity rolling on my blog even when i'm not able to be around due to said streaming or my irl job

asks are the best way to interact with me. i'm always open to asks and usually answer those the fastest. you can spam me with as many as you like i don't care, i love asks. also: if i ever answer an ask you want to turn into a thread, do it. i love it. seriously. if we write a lot together or talk a lot, you can expect i'll probably send frequent asks your way too ( with your permission ofc )

i probably won't post starter calls anymore. so yeah, again, asks are gonna be the best way to start things w/ me. i'll like starter calls from mutuals tho if i see them

i will be prioritizing pre-established / plotted stuff over all else. it's easier for me to respond to. ofc i'll still happily do spontaneous things, it just might not be as quick. if we talk a lot ooc or chat / plot frequently, it's likely i'll reply to our stuff quicker. i give pretty much the same kind of energy i receive :> but i'm also clinically insane so FDLAKJGHD

i will also be prioritizing shorter threads as well. i'm talking 4-5 small paragraphs or less. long stuff drains me a lot. i'm not saying i won't do longer things, but just know you will be waiting longer for responses to those. i'm sure that won't be a problem but yanno, just in case, it's important to be transparent about that stuff. i LOVE my 3k word threads but also it might take me 3 weeks to respond to it LMAO

if i write a specific character you're interested in, just tell me. likewise, if there's a ship of any kind you want, ( romantic, platonic, family, enemies, etc. ) you can say it. i'm not gonna bite you i promise. ♥ actually, doing that helps me gauge your interest and helps give me ideas for how we can interact

i might trim down my follower count. nothing personal, but if there's been little to no engagement on my posts then i'll take it as a lack of interest and probably sb. you're always free to refollow if i made a mistake! i've never really? had to hardblock anyone? except for a couple of weirdos, but those were far and few in between. if i decide to trim my following, i'll make a post to gauge interest for who wants to stay

i'm pretty much gonna keep writing when i feel like writing and not pressure myself so i don't get burnt out.

i think??????? that covers just about everything i wanted to say. i'm gonna make a few posts throughout the night that will help with building up this blog but ye that's about where i'm at rn. i'm mostly doing this since i'm planning to push myself back to semi-fulltime streaming ( 3-4 nights a week ) and i wanna keep my blog activity rolling as well as remain engaged with my writing partners :>

[peach-moths]

i saw ur post about a mutant mayhem mikey n woody au......i am ALL ears if you have any more thoughts about it you would like to share !!!

YEAH I DO!!!! I DO I DO I DO

I'm gonna put everything that I have to say about Mutant Mayhem Mikey/Woody au under the cut because i got some stuff to say lol

As I said in the tags of my original post, Mikey meets Woody in the improv club and is instantly starstruck by him. Woody is the club treasurer, so he's well-liked within the club and popular. He's very friendly and nice to everyone, and he's just this really cool dude overall. What could Mikey not like about this guy? He's basically flawless in his eyes and he hasn't even properly met the guy

I think Mikey would be an infamous unzipped backpack kinda kid at school. Usually his brothers are there to remind him to zip it up, but when they arent that backpack is unzipped. (Not that it matters because there's only one notebook and a chewed-on pencil in there) When he meets Woody at the club meeting his backpack is unzipped and Woody points it out before even introducing himself. He literally stops the conversation hes having with other club members and goes "Your backpack is unzipped" That kinda catches Mikey off guard because hes used to peoples first interactions with him being about him being a turtle and or saving New York from Super Fly. So, having the super cool guy of the club's first sentence be about his backpack is just a little bit embarassing.

That doesn't stop Mikey from befriending woody tho!! After that club meeting Woody offers his phone number to Mikey telling him to text him, that he thought Mikey was super funny and would love to chat sometime and then he just dips without letting Mikey respond. That leaves Mikey even more flustered than their first interaction, but he doesn't want to think about why exactly that made him flustered.

They have a slowburn relationship FOR SURE with Woody taking the lead for most of it. I have an idea in my head that either the school improv and drama club are either merged into one club, or that the drama department at school has a huge overlap with the Improv Club kids and most of the improv club kids are in the dept. Anyway, one year the school does a performance of Be More Chill and Mikey and Woody get the roles of Michael and Jeremy and the Boyf-Riends backpacks become something that makes Mikey just a little bit more flustered han usual and he can't really explain why (is this also an excuse to have a version of Mikey sing Michael in the Bathroom? absolutely it is but also, the boyf-riends backpack you guys the boyf-riends backpack)

Anyway that's all to say about these two goobers rattling around in my head rn Maybe if I find the time I will write something or draw more i dunno I would like to if more people are interested

oh also Mikey is totally into photography and you can't convince me he doesn't take an interest in it, always the artist type that boy

[rockybloo]

Sorry I had just woke up and went to check your blog

They seem to have slapped the mature filter on your blog and its kinda of rediclous considering the explicit nsft i follow isnt blurred.

This is probably gonna be one of those repeat things people message me about SO this will be the only ask I respond to about it and leave it bat at that

I'MMA JUST SAY I don't really care much that I got blasted by the mature filter beam.

People are saying it's something happening with mostly Queer blogs rn and it's not related to what I post but like...I do post a lot of suggestive stuff SO it doesn't bug me that much. I'm surprised it took a potential mass Tumblr event to get my ass and it wasn't something that happened sooner because of all the Bitterbat shit I post.

ANYWAYS YEAH - thanks for the heads up. I'm not worried bc I am not effected that much if not at all. Business shall carry on as usual at Rocky Headquarters.

[stormberry-12]

Hellooo how are you this fine evening..

I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end

It’s fine if not <3 :)

didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader

warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.

notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 3 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!

"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.

"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."

"JJ..."

"You don't care. No, you don't!"

"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.

"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"

"That's not my fault."

"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.

"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."

"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"

"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"

"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.

"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,

"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"

You were pissed the fuck off.

The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.

Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.

'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.

'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'

'fight. he called me a kook.'

'oh shit,' was all she said.

A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.

Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.

"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.

It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.

You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.

'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.

A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.

"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.

"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.

"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"

He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.

"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.

"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."

"No, Jayj-" you whispered.

"Yes,"

"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.

"But I called you a kook," he said again.

"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"

You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.

"Please forgive me," he said.

"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.

"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.

"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.

You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.