#THANK YOU SM I LOVE READING COMMENTS AND SHIT AND THEN GETTING TO RESPOND TO THEM 💋💋💋

[scekrex]

Hi!! I love ur stories sm and im gonna ask anonymously for my first time cuz im lowkey shy LOL 🥲..

I was wondering maybe a Adam x Male reader where they had a huge argument, reader mentions something mean about Eve or Lillith to Adam after he says something petty, and Adam reacts without realizing and accidentally hits Reader. (by instinct) Then in shock, reader storms out and doesn’t come back home for a couple of days. (Or you can make it as long, or as short as you want!) You can make it as angst to your liking, and maybe add a makeup (fluff) at the end!! :)) I just think it would be interesting to see.

Thank you, and take care of yourself ! ❤️

Can do, the fluffy end is probably not as fluffy as it could've been but idk it just turned out the way it did ig

All this pain and the words that I cannot say, at least I'm trying

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hitting (without consent), low-key toxic relationship

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The air felt tense, the vibe wasn’t as happy and cheery as it had been only moments ago and your neighbors were complaining about the loud screams and yells that kept coming from your apartment and yet neither you nor Adam got it together to simply leave in order to calm down. To be fair, it was your apartment so if someone was in the position to leave it was Adam. The argument between the two of you wasn’t just a tiny thing, it might have been the biggest fight you ever had with him.

The screaming and yelling was loud, the arguments were weak - not only his but yours were too. And yet you both found yourself too prideful to actually admit that to that. Hell would freeze before you would give him the boost of being right by admitting you were wrong, no way you’d admit to that to someone like Adam. And then he said something that caused you to snap.

“Maybe if you wouldn’t be so fucking complicated it would be easier to love your bitchy ass,” Adam yelled at you, his voice already sounded raspy and broken, his body language told you that he was not the only one who was slowly growing tired from fighting - you were too. You clicked your tongue, then responded in a quiet yet annoyed tone, “At least I didn’t lose the fucking women God created for me and only me, you did. So be my fucking guest Adam, if it’s so hard to love me, break the fuck up.” The shock in Adam’s eyes was visible, it was paired with betrayal that he felt, the comment had hit exactly the right spot to actually hurt the brunette and while you regretted it immediately, you did not apologize for it. “Leave them out of this, this shit’s between you and me, bitch,” the first man growled angrily and suddenly the betrayal and shock were overplayed by anger - pure rage vibrated through his body and he made it obvious. You simply crossed your arms over your chest, why though? Why did he get to say mean things about you and you were not allowed to shoot queally mean things back at him? “It’s not my fucking fault you were a horrible person in Eden - horrible enough to make the devil seem nicer. Maybe I’ll go down and suck Lucifer’s dick-” you were not able to finish your sentence.

Adam raised his hand and slapped you across the face. It stung, the part of your cheek that he had hit turned red but worse than that was the fact that he hit you. He had never hurt you physically before, yes there had been fights, yes there had been arguments but never had he hurt you before in any form or way. Your mind was blank, your body felt numb except for your cheek and all you were able to do was to stare, stare at him, stare at his hand, stare at the wall behind him. Before Adam was able to apologize through the fog that had clouded your brain lifted and you stormed off, you grabbed your backpack on your way to the front door and just as the brunette you called your boyfriend was about to say something, you slammed the door shut. From the hallway you heard how one of the picture frames fell to the ground and broke, you couldn’t care any less.

-

Adam just stood there and watched because what else was he supposed to do? He knew it was too late to apologize, he knew he fucked up badly and that there was the possibility of you breaking up with him and if he was completely honest with himself he deserved it. He had never been the perfect boyfriend you deserved, he had always been out of line, loud and simply too much but you had always assured him that that was simply who he was and that you loved him for who he was - but was that still the case? Did you still love him after that? Because it was one thing to pick fights with each other far more often than other couples did but it was a different thing entirely to hit your partner, Adam was very aware of that. And yet he had still raised his hand against you, a thing he had sworn to himself to never do had been done and he wasn’t able to simply undo it. A weak apology wouldn’t do either, not after that.

He wanted to go after you but he knew you well enough to be aware of how stupid that idea was, the fight would only continue outside of the apartment and he would only cause things to escalate even more and that he really didn’t want. He wasn’t even sure why he hit you in the first place, it had just… kind of happened? He didn’t know. What he did know was that you were gone and that you’d surely spend the night at someone else’s place and while he hated the idea of it, he was smart enough to know that it was for the best to have a little distance between you and him for the night. Surely you’d come back the next day and you two could sort things out.

-

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that day.

Adam was freaked out to say the least, he was worried you might secretly dump his ass, stop by when you knew he wasn’t home to pick up your stuff and just disappear. His wives had left him and he was convinced you would leave him just like them. You weren’t his husband yet, you could simply disappear if you wanted to and that scared Adam, it scared him deeply. Because deep down he knew that afterlife without you wouldn’t make any sense, that he was simply a lost soul without you by his side.

He was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come back, he had canceled all the appointments and band meetings to simply sit on the couch of your apartment and wait for you to come back home, that was all he wanted. He wanted to know you’re safe. But he didn’t know shit because you weren’t answering his calls or responding to his texts, you did read them though. It was driving him crazy to not be sure of anything despite the fact that you were gone.

Where were you?

When would you come back?

Would you come back to begin with?

The brunette jumped off the couch when he heard a key in the lock and his face reflected the relief he was feeling when he saw that you were the one opening the door. Without thinking twice he rushed over to where you stood, the front door still open behind you. The first man pulled you into a bone crushing hug, mumbling sweet nothings under his breath as his wings wrapped around your body in protection. “Fuck, you’re back,” he whispered, sounding so lost, so hurt, so scared. You weren’t hugging him back but you also didn’t try to push him away or get out of the hug in general.

What were you supposed to do? Hugging him back felt wrong after he hit you but pushing him away seemed even worse - yet you wanted an apology. An honest and emotional apology with an explanation of why he did what he did. But you got none of that, instead you listened to Adam who was brabbling everything that he had worked so hard on to bottle up inside of him. “Don’t fucking leave me, do what you want, punch me, scream at me, kick me out but don’t fucking leave me.” And if Adam would be more emotional than he was he would’ve cried, would’ve broken down in front of you while holding you. But he wasn’t emotional and therefore didn’t cry. What he did was that he made sure you understood how desperately he needed you in his life.

And while that was not what you wanted - an apology - it was okay for the moment.

[spliqi]

fanfic writer interview!

forgot to do this whoops. thank you for the tag @aurorahrt <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

19! all bsd because i'm ill about this series

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

the cat isn't byakko (and other lies akutagawa can tell himself) - sskk, teen and up, 23.6k words the first fic i ever wrote!!! which took off way more than i expected lol. animal transformation trope crackfic shenanigans. silly and funny and i still like it very much

wishful thinking - sskk, teen and up, 6.7k words love to see this up here i adore soulmate aus. the concept of sharing thoughts with a guy who can't stand you... yeah. also atsushi is delightfully dense here. misunderstandings <3

hidden in plain sight - sskk, teen and up, 4.0k words what if we kissed but we were dumb stupid rivals on an undercover mission. and also we can't dance for shit (aka my patient zero of mission fics. now i can't stop making them)

i hate you in charcoal (but love you in watercolor) - sskk, teen and up, 4.8k words artist akutagawa!!! yeah!!! not really an au? more of a headcanon-centric fic that spiralled. i just think he deserves to make art and be weird about it

reading between the lines - sskk, teen and up, 12.1k words fic embodiment of "put those guys in a situation" hahahaha. poe's ability shenanigans. 80% of this is them bickering but hey that's what i love

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try my best to! i'm very busy and can't always find the time but i read every single one and they mean the world to me!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

gallantry ougfghh. chapter 119 hurt my feelings

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

the vast majority of them are super sappy endings i'm not strong enough for anything else i fear

Do you write crossovers?

i haven't so far! but if the brainrot hits me then who knows

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not really??? let's hope it stays that way

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i haven't. but again, if the brainrot hits me--

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge. maybe ignorance is bliss

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no (<- guy who's scared of everyone)

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i don't think it's hard to guess LMAOOO. sskk my beloved

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

to be honest if i really want to finish something i always do. but i have ditched a 30k wip before after getting bored of the story 💀

What are your writing strengths?

i've been told i'm good at humor, which is nice to know because i just keep in the final draft whatever makes me laugh while writing 😭 also i believe i have a pretty good grasp of my favs at this point so i don't stress too much about characterization anymore

What are your writing weaknesses?

overediting oh my GOD. free me. i edit like someone will kill me if i make a mistake and it drags my overall productivity down so much

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think it's hard to pull off well. i wouldn't try it myself unless it's a language i'm fairly confident in

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

not ship per se but there's a lot of gen fics that i really really want to write. atsushi & dazai, atsushi & kyouka, higuchi & aku, there's also a gin & verlaine idea in my head that i've been hung up on for soooo long. hopefully 2025 will be my year

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

this is definitely recency bias talking but i really liked the montcott fic i wrote for rarepair week. it's short but it came to me so easily and i just love them sm

tagging: most of my writer mutuals have done this already but if you haven't consider this a tag from me <3

[boydcrowdr]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @acorrespondence, my lovely mutual and writting buddy, for tagging me <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

6, under beezleebub (more under a secret abandoned account)

What's your total ao3 word count?

131,144 for my current account

What fandoms do you write for?

justified, primarily. with one deadwood fic, and a mcu wip in the works.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"stay with me" is my most kudoed fic <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i never know what to say cus i'm always so blown away that anyone's reading my shit at all.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i try not to end on a sour note, but i feel like everything i write carries a general blanket of angst through it's narrative

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably "stay with me" just cus i was feeling nice that day

Do you get hate on fics?

not these days. i feel like ao3 users have a generally laid back approach to fanfic these days. don't like? exit the tab, easy peasy.

Do you write smut?

no? i have included not overly explicit sex scenes in fics bcus they can be a great tool for emotionally charged moments, good character moments, etc. but nothing crazy.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never ever. they're not really my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, i'm a control freak

What's your all-time favorite ship?

charles xavier/erik lehnsherr. easy. full stop. don't even have to think about it. there's something about them. something about the 60s/70s. something about two sides of the same coin. something about wanting the same thing but having morally conflicting approaches. i think about magneto every single day of my life since i was 11 years old. next question.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

"keep it near" had such a choke hold on me. it was born of an offhanded discussion in the justified discord so long ago and a love of southern gothics and detective stories. i still love it sm but idk if i'll ever have the steam to revisit it. maybe when i rewatched true detective s1 it'll just pour outta me tho, who knows.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue. i think i'm pretty good at back and forths between two characters that are saying something other than what they mean. i enjoy writing dialogue that is more revealing in what isn't being said. p.g. wodehouse also taught me a lot about tone in dialogue and witty back and forths that i really enjoy and think i have a pretty good grasp on writing those sorts of exchanges.

i also like to think i'm pretty good at carrying a tone through a story. giving something a general vibe. usually a haunted angsty vibe but still, it's an energy.

What are your writing weaknesses?

probably so many things. i don't like most of my fics that are up currently (with the exception of "keep it near" and probably "stay with me"), but we're all our worst critics. I feel that i struggle with writing action, motion, etc. i never want a scene that lacks dialogue to come across as "and then," "and then," etc, you know what i mean?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

iffy. i feel like it can come across as jarring to a reader if they have no idea what they're even looking at. i've included snippets of russian in a wip, which i have been studying for quite a while, but i still fear it might come across as clunky.

First fandom you wrote for?

uhhh... probably batman? or marvel? unless we're counting the self insert assassin's creed fanfic i wrote in 6th grade before i knew what fanfic was.

Favorite fic you've written?

oh probably "keep it near" but by far my unpublished fic i'm working on currently.

don't know who's been tagged yet, but @praycambrian @raylangivins @norgbelulah @eff41 and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet <3

[kamiversee]

also dont mind my yapping but LAST THING!!!

I’m so glad there are anons like “☃️” who break down the story and submit it here because i eat that shit up. And mostly because I’m too lazy to search for the details myself so I just rot in my own head about things that I’m confused about:]

anywho, I can’t wait for those anons to break down the story and look for the details so I can read each and every one of them^.^ THIS BOOK GETS ME SO EXCITED I SWEARRRRR!! WOO I LOVE READING AND TUMBLR AND BOOKS LIKE THESE WOO‼️ BUT ESPECIALLY I LOVE YOU KAMI YOUU I LOVE YOU SM😫 thank god i found your story because this is the best book i have ever experienced and read. And the fact that I can interact with you is just amazing to me!! I really can yap to you 😈

I found your story when you were on chapter like 40 something…🌚 i was a little late but you dont know how much of a great decision it was for me to start from the beginning. Cause originally I was going to read chapter 41??? and move on to another blurb because I had found it in my “For you”. But, I decided I was going to read it from the beginning so I could have something to read (because i spend all my time trying to find stuff on tumblr but end up js reading small blurbs that i get disappointed with cause they have no next part☹️) But I FOUND YOU AND YOUR STORY AND LORD WAS THAT THE BEST THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. I was so happy reading those chapters and would look forward to having my alone time with my phone so I could read them.

Then, I finished the chapters you had and I felt so empty😞 BUT I KNEW THERE WERE MORE CHAPTERS TO GO SO I TURNED ON MY NOTIFS FOR YOU AND WAITED PATIENTLY. Then i would go through your anon asks and I had thought it was like rare if your anon got picked but I gave it a shot and asked something anyway. And you responded and I was so happy🥹 i love that you’re so interactive with all your followers and being apart of the asks js made me so happy. Then i claimed an anon and HERE I AM RAHHHHHH‼️‼️🦅🦅🦅

But now, the story is overrrr🥹 I can’t believe it. It felt like yesterday when I found your book and found you😞 Anyways, I’m so excited for what you’ll write next and I’ll be here supporting and yapping to you every single second of every single day😈🙏 eventually i’ll find my way into your house and live under your bed🤫 jk! (or am i..)

-🍦

Oh ik my anons are out there cooking rn & I’m about to receive some 10k essay that not only breaks down my fic but probably exposes the plot & ending to my next fic because y’all are just that smart & somehow read my mind sometimes💀🙏

I love reading how you found me btw, it’s wonderful that such a late chapter in the fic is still able to draw people’s attention & get them to read from the beginning 🥹 UGH ILYSMM

I’m so very happy to have you as a dedicated reader <3 thank you for all your comments & feedback ^.^

[kenobers]

Im a little drunk so here is my tipsy love to you 🖤

I read your fics whenever I'm feeling down. Whenever I need some good angst, hint of jealousy, flirting and love - I run to your stories. Like your story Magic Hands has me in a chokehold. It has everything I need.

Thank you for sharing your stories ❤️ I always anticipate your next fanfic. Thank you again for taking time from your day to write and post them

- someone just happy you're here

oh my goodness, this is the sweetest message. anon, i am happy that you’re here 🫶

not to get too corny, but writing has been so therapeutic for me. jason is a character i’ve really latched onto, partially because i relate to him quite a bit. so as i’ve been figuring out his character, i’ve been figuring out myself too. of course it’s all self indulgent, but hearing that my silly little therapy project has provided something for someone else literally means the entire world to me. thank you so so much, anon 🖤

(and i know i am so shit at responding to comments, but this also goes for everyone who leaves comments and reblogs with the kindest down bad tags, i love you all sm)

[festering-bacteria]

Hi how’s your day going? I’m such a BIG fan your blog is amazing thank you for posting your doodles I look forward to them on here!

I wanted to ask if you wanted to answer what are some of your head cannons for the lps gang? And who’s by far your favorite of the pets?

Thank you for reading!

Hi! I’m doing fine, I actually just woke up where I am lol. Thank you & I’m glad you like my blog! :) it’s honestly so cool to hear that people are fans of my silly little drawings

I’ll be honest I’m totally blanking on headcannons atm, probably a combination of being really tired and also having a different main interest currently, but if I remember any of them I’ll probably rb with those.

My favorite lps pet has been Sunil ever since I started watching the show, but I also really like Pepper, Vinnie & Buttercream! I honestly really like all of the pets but these 4 are the silliest to me 💋

[lotusconstellation]

Well, I had an idea for you to do...

The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yandere! Wally.

Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

{Sorry this took so long! But I ended up getting to caught up in the request and ended up having to make a pt. 2, I do apologize though, I hope you don’t mind. As always, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the request!}

(Art, Wally and Welcome Home all rightfully belongs to @partycoffin)

“Nostalgia” Pt. 1

Pairing: Yandere Wally Darling x Streamer! GN!Reader

Tw: Yandere behavior, cussing

Summary: You decide to take a trip down memory lane with your Viewers. Unaware of the consequences.

Y/N was a daily streamer under the name of {Streamer name}.

Y/N wasn't very big or popular, maybe with a few frequent watchers here and there that would greet them in real life and ask for a quick picture, but that’s all Y/N could ask for really.

They didn’t need to have a big platform or have a lot of money. They just wanted to stream for fun, just something they could do in their free time when they had nothing else to do.

Y/N didn’t really have a main style of content to put out. Sometimes it’ll be them reacting/watching something a viewer recommends, playing a video game, or even just making a relaxing space for anyone who needs it— playing soft music in the background while answering to any comments.

One day, Y/N was hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia. They had started remembering fond memories from childhood. From the happy ones to the embarrassing ones— down to the old shows they used to watch as a kid. The sudden wave gave them an idea. Once they would get home from work, Y/N would take their viewers down memory lane and react to old shows and/or movies from the early 2000’s.

“That theme song had no reason being that good, I’m telling you,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their drink while reading the chat.

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NeonLeon: No fr

Anxpsyche: The Little Einsteins theme song from season 2 is the best, I know they just added clapping but it made it sm better

WhimsicalWanderbitch: I remember I used to watch Little Einsteins and The Backyardigans all the time when I was kid with my brother

Passionfruit69: Pls play the wonder pets theme song

WhimsicalWanderbitch: me and him always sang along to the songs

Theanklebreaker: I loved wonder pets, omg

JumpInTheMacaque: Does anyone remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl?!

Kirbolissous: OH MY GOD I REMEMBER I USED TO LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YO GABA GABA THAT SHOW WAS MY SHIT

Escapeben: Do you remember Oswald?

Scouts_Kubs: all I remember watching is little bill and how the teletubbies scared tf out of me

Springday23:SAME!

lychee_jelly_tea:I REMEMBER SHARKBOY AND LAVAGIRL

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As Y/N was talking with the chat, they had let out a gasp. “Aweee, oh my god, I just remembered this really old show I used to watch,” The Streamer cooed, flashbacks flooding their mind of them watching said show for hours on end. Recalling all the soft yet bright and vibrant colors of the show, and all the lovable characters.

Y/N waited a moment for the chat to respond. Seeing most of them asking for the name of the show, while a few others carried on with their own conversations. “It wasn’t an early 2000’s show, it was like…” The streamer’s words trailed off, trying to remember when the show was made. “Ah fuck, when was the show made? It was made in the…70’s..? I wanna say, oh my god, Wait, what was it called? God damn it,” Y/N leaned back on their chair, with their hands over their face, as they tried to remember the name of the show. Meanwhile the chat was listing off shows from the 70’s to try and jog their memory.

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lychee_jelly_tea: Lupin the third pt. 2?

JumpInTheMacaque: The Addams Family?

Theanklebreaker: Uh…New Fantastic four?

Kirbolissous: Was it The New Adventures of Batman?

NeonLeon: Scooby doo?

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“Oh my god it was called Welcome Home!,” Y/N shouted, jumping up from their previous position.

“That one show that looks like it was inspired by Sesame Street? Oh my god wait-“ Y/N went to Google and searched up, “Welcome Home Characters” the results popped up right immediately. “These bitches!” The streamer circled their cursor around a big JPG image of all the ‘Welcome Home’ characters.

“I remember that whenever I would have to be babysat by my grandparents, all they had was this old Combo television unit and a bunch of old VHS tapes. So all I had to watch was whatever VHS tapes they had and Welcome Home was one of them,” Y/N explained, unintentionally looking further down the rabbit hole of the show, reminiscing in all its glory. By now, Y/N was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, this is gonna be embarrassing but I remember Wally, the main character- er the one with the blue hair, low-key used to creep me out,” Y/N laughed, feeling embarrassed how a puppet with a blue pompadour used to creep them out.

“Like, I wasn’t scared of him but the way he laughed and the way he would just stare at people for an uncomfortable amount of time in the show is what creeped me out,” Y/N had elaborated after noticing the chat was clowning them for being scared of a puppet.

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Anxpsyche: Bro, you were scared of him? He looks gay as shit

lychee_jelly_tea: I ACTUALLY REMEMBER WATCHING THAT SHOW AND HAVING A HUGE CRUSH ON WALLY!

JumpInTheMacaque: @Lychee_jelly_tea had me watch that show when we were younger and I low-key loved it

NeonLeon: You were really scared of a puppet? This puppet out of all of them?

JumpInTheMacaque: They actually have a website for that show now

Theanklebreaker: I would be scared of the chicken that looks like Big bird

Passionfruit69: I’d be scared of the gray one that’s looking at the butterfly

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“Okay- Later on I wasn’t scared of him. He grew on me, I’m just saying when I first watched him I thought he was a little off!” Y/N defended, it took awhile for them to notice a specific comment. “Wait, JumpInTheMacaque, you said they have a website?” Y/N leaned forward, scrolling back up to where JumpInTheMacaque made that comment before scrolling back down.

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JumpInTheMacaque: Yea, but you can’t really do much with it rn, you can only see the neighborhood from a Birds Eye view and see the Info about the characters

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“I still wanna see it, give me a sec,” The streamer went to The search bar before pausing. “Is it just called ‘Welcome Home website’ Or…”

“Oh! I found it!” Y/N exclaimed, clicking on the website without hesitating The website opened up and a picture faded in with the title in big pastel letters on the left center of the picture and Wally sitting on a painted rock with colorful flowers, trees, and home all right behind him. Wally stared at you with his round eyes and had an opened mouth smile. Y/N oooh’ed in awe, fascinated by the way the site opened up. “Oh my gosh, this is so cool,” Y/N tried to contain their excitement, but the shake in their voice and the huge smile on their face was a dead give away. They apologized when they realized their failed attempt. “Sorry guys, I’m just so excited right now.”

"With a hop, skip, and a jump, you are ushered into the colorful, serendipitous world of Welcome Home! It only takes one stroll down the neighborhood to know this is just the nicest little place you’ve ever seen! Watch Wally and his colorful array of friendly neighbors learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"

“Oh Jesus Christ, alright, let’s get started- There’s a guestbook?!…YOU CAN WRITE IN IT?! Wait- I wanna look at everything else first before I do the guestbook.“

The rest of the stream was filled with Y/N clicking around in the neighborhood and reading the info about the characters, expressing memories and giving info about some moments they remember from certain episodes. Y/N was about to click out of the neighborhood and take a look at the guest book. However, they caught a glimpse of something that seemed…out of place. “What the hell is that?” Y/N questioned, pointing to the small black spot under Home with their cursor. “What the hell is that?” The streamer leaned closer to their screen, squinting their eyes to try to get a better look. Right away, they tried to see if they could move Home out of the way, but it didn’t work. Whenever they clicked on Home it either opened up to Wally’s info or it didn’t move. “What…what do I do? That’s not just me right, you guys can see that?” Y/N was at a loss, what do they do?

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Kirbolissous: What the hell?

lychee_jelly_tea: I’ve never noticed that before! What is that?!

Anxpsyche: what in the actual hell is that?

NeonLeon: Why is there just a black hole under Wally’s house?

JumpInTheMacaque: Try inspecting it, find Home’s code, delete it, then get out of inspect

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“Okay, hold on,” Y/N followed the instructions the best they could, they wouldn’t really skilled in this type of stuff, so they struggled a bit, though they figured it out pretty quickly. “Okay…” They mumbled, now seeing a huge black hole in the place Home was. Y/N was confused and clicked on the hole. The computer suddenly opened up a new browser and it seemed to be taking awhile to load. However, Y/N said nothing, sitting in silence as the air slowly started to grow thick, and their palms started to sweat.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide once the image finally loaded. The whole screen was black other than a red outline of Wally on his knees, reaching up to a window and Home’s eyes staring back at him. Y/N stared at the image for what seemed like hours. They just sat there, inspecting the image in horror, but mainly in bewilderment.

What was this?

Why was Wally on the ground?

What was going on?

Why was this on the website? Was it supposed to be?

Slowly, Y/N clicked off the browser. The computer immediately took them back to the Welcome Home website. Y/N scratched their nose and clicked out of the neighborhood, going to the guestbook. “Okay, I don’t know what that was but let’s-…” The Streamer put in the name they go by online. “Let’s just do the Guestbook then I’m calling it a day,” Y/N tried not to let people see how spooked they were, but again, their now quiet and soft tone, gave it all away.

Y/N wrote in the guestbook.

“Looked around the neighborhood with all my viewers, everything was so bright and colorful! Really loved it!”

With that, Y/N bid their signature goodbye to everyone before stopping the stream and turning everything off, but Y/N didn’t move just yet. Their mind was still stuck on the image of Wally.

Was that supposed to be on the website? Why would it be? Are they just trying to add a twist to the franchise now? But why would they, it was fine the way it was. Yes, it got canceled, but that’s only because it became outdated. Was this a sign for something big?

Gah, Y/N shouldn’t be worrying about this. People are allowed to add things to a franchise as long as it stays true to the characters (to a certain extent) and stays respectful to the creators boundaries, and Wally was a bit of an odd one. Maybe they’re just now going more in depth with his character since now it’s a new time with new interest, and they have to get people’s attention somehow, right?

Whatever the reason, it was getting late, and Y/N had to get up for work tomorrow. With that, they finally got up from their uncomfortable chair they use for every stream and stretched. Satisfied when they heard some joints pop and crack. Y/N let out a yawn, realizing how tired they were before walking off to their bathroom to brush their teeth..

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

…Through the static of the TV, you can hear Wally’s muffled voice boom through the tiny speakers.

"That concludes our time together for today, my dear neighbors. But rest assured, tomorrow is another day, and I'll be watching over you just as diligently. Goodbye, neighbor. Ha ha ha.”

*Click*

The End! I hope you enjoyed and keep on the lookout for pt.2!

That is all for today, I hope you are having a good Day/Night/Afternoon and I will see you all in my next writing, au revoir!! 💜💜💛💛

[killerlookz]

AHhhh I was the anon who asked for the Art gallery fic! Honestly, you write Patrick so well, I'd love a part two 😊

aaa omg first off thank u sm!!! and i really enjoyed writing part one so i am more than happy to write this part, i hope you enjoy <3 (as always im so sorry for any potential grammar/spelling mistakes in here. i miss them while proofreading sometimes lol)

a/n: this does not really serve as it's own fic, but here is part one to read before coming back to this ;)

Time off Work

pairing: Patrick Bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of murder (a slight description but nothing too graphic), and a brief mention of patrick's recreational drug use.

word count: 4935

The city streets passed you by, each illuminated building becoming nothing but a streak of light as you drove by. Your head lay against the cool glass window of a taxi, it was late. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you stared at the nightlife around you. The streetlights overhead soon became a blur as your eyelids began to fall. You felt an overwhelming sense of calm at the moment as you listened to the soft music coming from the radio, a song that you could just barely make out as Heaven is a Place on Earth. For a split moment, you'd agree with that sentiment until the taxi suddenly hit a pothole. Your body jumped up a little as the car dipped down a little, causing you to smack your head into the glass of the window on your way back down.

"Shit." you groaned as a sharp pain entered the side of your head. Patrick, who sat next to you in the back of the cab turned towards you at the sound of your head hitting the glass. Unmoved, he had neglected to ask if you were alright, he knew the answer. Instead, he expressed concern in his own way by grabbing your arm to pull you away from the window and allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt some sort of urge to make a sarcastic remark about how "lucky" you were that he'd offered you his shoulder to lie on despite him currently wearing a brand new Valentino suit tonight. You had seen him looking like he would rip someone's head off for even just lightly brushing past him on the street so you supposed this was some sort of great feat for you.

The cab was silent aside from the outside sounds of the city and the radio inside, which was now playing Cutting Crew's (I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight.

"Ohh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must've been something you said. I just tied in your arms toniiight..." you mumbled along.

"Are you drunk?" asked Patrick.

"No." you lifted your head up from his shoulder. "Just... tipsy." Patrick didn't respond as you tried to think back, you hadn't really had much to drink at dinner, but Patrick and Timothy Bryce had insisted that everyone try to get into some supposedly new "totally hip" club called Petty's tonight. And lo and behold, you were able to get in, and you made good use of the drink tickets that you were allotted.

"I think the music at Tunnel is better," you said, suddenly realizing how vast your knowledge of New York's high-end nightclubs was and involuntarily cringing at your comment.

"I agree. The music selection was weak tonight." Patrick responded while staring at the window.

"At least, David and Craig seemed to be enjoying themselves." you began to laugh lightly as you recalled the two of them absolutely losing it on the dance floor to Kajagoogoo's Too Shy.

"That's because David and Craig are morons."

"Don't be so mean Patrick." you placed your head back on his shoulder then placed one of your hands on top of Patrick's as it rested just above his knee. You ran your fingers across his, down to his wrist careful not to touch his prized Rolex before resting your hand on his lower thigh. Patrick brought his hand up to meet yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. With a small smile now grazing your lips, you could feel your heart flutter a little at the small gesture from Patrick.

The rest of the taxi ride home was mostly silent as you struggled to stay awake, your eyelids feeling about ready to collapse on themselves.

"We're here., Patrick said as the cab came to a halt. You picked your head up from Patrick's shoulder slowly, immediately feeling the weight of just how tired you were as you tried to keep yourself upright. Patrick opened the door to first let himself out before grabbing your hand to help you out too. As you got out of the car the warm city air hit your skin in an unexpected, unpleasant feeling. New York wasn't always the nicest place to be in the summertime. You stumbled a little as you made your way out of the car, and Patrick, in response held your sides for a moment once you were standing upright.

"I'm okay," you assured. He looked at you for a moment before reaching his head back into the cab where you could vaguely hear him telling the cab driver in a mildly threatening voice to stay exactly where he was before tossing some bills of an amount you were unsure at him.

Now inside the building, the two of you reached your apartment and you sighed knowing you would now have to leave Patrick for the night.

"We should go out tomorrow," Patrick said as you stepped in front of your apartment door. "For dinner."

"Oh, Patrick I can't." you frowned, "I work late all this week."

"I think you should quit your job," Patrick said plainly.

"What?"

"Quit your job," he repeated.

"Patrick, I need money." you were a little caught off guard by his request. "Not everyone has a wealthy father that owns a successful investment banking firm."

"I work hard for what I have," Patrick responded suddenly defensive,

"Mhm," you nodded slowly, "Regardless, quitting my job just isn't feasible for me."

"What do you mean, I'll take care of you," Patrick grabbed you, now holding you by the waist. "That way, you can focus on your art full time."

"Mmm, that does sound nice," you smiled blissfully as you imagined a world where you could pursue art full time and have everything else taken care of. "But, I can't just be dependent on someone else," you explained, painfully aware there was always a possibility that you and Patrick wouldn't work out.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Look, Patrick, my boss is opening by himself tomorrow so I don't have to go in super early, we should just meet in the morning," you said, wanting to change the subject a little. "Or," you smirked, "you can stay the night tonight."

"Tomorrow morning is fine. But tonight, I can't I'm afraid."

"Oh, that's alright..." you trailed off, looking down at the floor You had to admit you were disappointed your invitation for him to stay the night didn't work. You then shot your head back up, "Goodnight Patrick."

"Goodnight," he responded looking back at you, but you could swear that he seemed to be looking right through you. His cold gaze gave you a funny feeling, one you were desperate to shake away as soon as possible. You had known him to get like this, even in the short time since you had met. Every once and awhile he'd seem a little cold, a little distant maybe for just a few moments, maybe a day. Stress, you chalked it up to.

To try and maybe relieve some tension you put your arms around Patrick, leaning into him, and pressing your lips against his. Still holding you by your waist, Patrick's grip around you became a little bit tighter, his fingers pressing into your back, and his palms holding you tight at your side. The two of you shared slow, soft kisses under the low lights of your apartment's hallway. You closed your eyes as the two of you continued and you wished to just stay like this, to forever be tangled in a passionate exchange with this man you had so quickly grown to be so fond of. You wanted to melt into him, into his touch, and his sweet kiss- in that moment you once again realized that the “Heaven is a place on Earth” sentiment might just be true. You wondered if you should invite him to stay the night again, maybe if you pestered him about it he would give in, you were now almost certainly unwilling to give him up for the night. You moved a hand to the back of Patrick's head, and the other rested against his neck. From where your fingers rested you could feel a soft pulse from his carotid, nothing that his heart rate seemed faster than normal. Feeling the small pulses of blood running through his arteries was oddly comforting, humanizing, reminding you there was a real person there in front of you. A real person who made you feel this way.

You were unaware of how much time had passed, maybe only a few seconds, a few minutes but you and Patrick had long sense passed a simple goodbye kiss. But suddenly the sound of an apartment door and the shuffling of footsteps somewhere down the hall brought you back to reality, reminding you that you were in public and you pulled away slowly, minutely embarrassed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you said as you brought your head back.

Patrick nodded, still seeming tense, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he clenched his jaw, hard. So hard in fact you were surprised he hadn't chipped a tooth from the pressure. You had been unaware of just how hard he had been gripping at your sides and you could now feel his fingers, roughly dug into your back.

"Are you alright?" you asked, placing a hand on his cheek. "You seem... stressed." You were vaguely aware of your mouth almost involuntarily contorting into a small pout as you asked

"You don't need to look so fu-" he started before cutting himself off abruptly, he scowled down at the ground for just a moment before shaking it away and looking back up, "Don't look so sad, I'm fine, I'll call you in the morning... Dear."

"Okay," you said with a half-smile on your face, speaking just barely above a whisper. You were inclined not to believe Patrick, his body language and tone of voice speaking much louder than his proclamation of "I'm fine." You were afraid that you had upset him, you could imagine yourself you would be upset if someone insisted on changing the subject upon you asking if they trusted you.

You pulled yourself closer to Patrick by your arms around his shoulders, now fully holding him in an embrace. You stayed like that for a moment, resting your head against his chest and allowing yourself to feel the comfort of his warmth for just a minute. Despite his seeming bad mood Patrick didn't seem to be opposed to your affections tonight. Instead, he embraced you back further before his grip on your waist finally loosened. You placed one more kiss onto his lips before a final one on his cheek before letting go of him. You had decided to leave him be for the night.

"Goodnight Patrick," you repeated.

"Goodnight, dear."

By morning you were glad to see that Patrick was in a much better mood. He sat across from you, in a way overpriced café near his job, an expensive latte in one hand and a smug smile hung across his face. Though despite his cheerful demeanor and smiling face he looked like he had not gotten much sleep. His eyes seemed sunken into his face, engulfed by the just barley purple tones of skin that surrounded them.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you asked looking up from the sketchbook that sat in front of you.

"Just happy to see you, sweetheart," he responded quickly, flashing a grin as his head nodded to the side. And, although you were flattered, and didn't think he was flat out lying to you, you felt that that maybe was not the entire story. Cocaine, probably you thought to yourself, knowing about his penchant for the drug.

"mhm," you nodded slowly before returning back to your sketchbook. You flicked your eyes between Patrick and the paper as you copied his features down onto the page. In all honesty, Patrick was an absolute dream to draw. It was something about his perfectly defined features and bone structure that made you just want to fill pages and pages with sketches all of him. That, combined with him being a fine subject to look at for extended periods of time. "What are your plans for today, Bateman?" you asked, concentrating on the contours of his cheekbones as you replicated them onto the page.

"Head back to the office... lunch at, uh, Pastels maybe... then to the gym...then I have an appointment for a massage," he responded, looking elsewhere as he rattled off his plans for the day.

"Did you say Pastels?" you looked up at him.

"Yes, why?"

"Patrick, didn't you hear Craig last night. Pastels is closed."

"Closed?"

"Yes." you nodded, swallowing hard, "Strangest thing really... someone was uh- murdered," you said lowly. "Same day that we were there actually." Patrick's eyes widened and he leaned forward,

"Murdered?"

"Yes. Strangled to death in a bathroom stall apparently. That's what McDermott said at least." you recounted the story that Patrick's co-worker had told you over dinner last night. "Apparently it was an employee, male." you paused.

Patrick had a look of feigned intrigue on his face which you assumed he put on to cover his surprise, or maybe even fear. After all, it did happen the same day you two were there, maybe he was thinking it could have been him.

"I see." he furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his seat. "What're you working on?" he asked. His question made you glance down quickly at the sketchbook and examine the drawing to see if you deemed it to be good enough to show him- considering, it was his likeness. Good enough you thought as you looked back up.

"You."

"Well," he raised his eyebrows, "Let me see it."

You grabbed the book off of the table and handed it off to Patrick, and you watched anxiously as he observed the drawing, looking for a response. Patrick nodded with a satisfied smile on his face,

"Very nice." he looked back up at you, "Can I have it?"

"Go ahead." you nodded, pleased with Patrick's reaction to your work. There was a loud sound of tearing paper before Patrick handed you back the sketchbook. As Patrick's hand reached across the table you caught a glimpse of the time displayed on his watch, making you grab his wrist hastily to hold it still to get a better look.

"Jesus- y/n," he said, startled as your wrapped your fingers around him, "You could have just asked for the fucking time."

"I'm sorry Patrick, I've got to go." you stood up quickly at the realization of just how much time you had let slip by this morning. You grabbed your things and stood up from your seat to leave. Patrick did the same, but at a slower pace, seeming unconcerned about your rush.

The two of you stood at the curb outside the café, the bustle of the city was in full effect today. The streets were filled with honking cars and you wondered just how would you get to work on time today, silently cursing yourself for not checking the time sooner. Patrick stood in front of you, with his arm raised and out to the side trying to hail a cab, most of which passed by, already carrying passengers.

"I can just take the subway Patrick, it's alright," you said as you could see him beginning to get annoyed with his failure to get an empty taxi thus far. Patrick looked down at you, shaking his head slightly.

"No. The subway is fucking filthy."

"I don't think a cab that a million people have already sat in today is any cleaner."

"The bottoms of my shoes are cleaner than the subway."

"I think the bottoms of your shoes are cleaner than most things Patrick you're very... me-tic-cu-lous," you said, emphasizing each syllable. You smiled as you spoke, looking up at him, adoring his features as he stood before you. You seemed to always make note of just how good he looked, even now despite his domineering composure.

Patrick's arm finally lowered as a taxi came to a halt where you stood. With the same hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and took out some money.

"For the cab." he said, handing you the bills.

"Thank you. Goodbye, Patrick,"

"Goodbye dear," he responded before placing a hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you. The two of you shared a quick kiss before pulling away,

"I get off at- ugh- 10, I'll call you then-will you be around?" you asked.

"Sure sweetheart, I'll be around."

"Alright, I'll see you, goodbye."

"Goodbye," he said, a tight smile forming at his lips.

You turned around and opened the taxi door, the cool air from the air conditioner hitting you as you climbed in and told the cab driver where to head to.

As the car pulled out from the spot you began to relax into the brown leather seats to enjoy the rest of the time you had left before you would need to spend the next 12 hours of your life on your feet working. Maybe it wouldn't be such a horrible idea to take up Patrick's offer. Doing art full-time seemed like an absolute dream, and after all, that was the goal, and who were you to deny yourself of it?

"Are you sure this is the place?" the taxi driver asked as you eventually pulled up to your place of work. Confused, you looked up out the window to see a large crowd surrounding the building. Looking around further you noticed a plethora of cop cars also surrounding the area, and bright yellow crime scene tape blocked off a good portion of the sidewalk leading to inside the building. You felt uneasy, were we robbed? You thought as you observed the commotion.

"Uhh- yea..." you responded, slowly nodding your head. You had to admit, you were curious about what was going on and wanted more information. "Yea, you can let me out here."

"Alright." said the cab driver, seeming unsure of himself... "10 dollars."

"Thanks," you said, handing him some of the bills Patrick had given you. You grabbed your things and stepped out of the cab, once again entering the hot summer air of the city. You felt nervous, anticipation coursing through your veins with every step you took towards the small crowd of people surrounding your work. Anxious about what could have happened, anxious about how it could affect you. As you approached you had to push past a few people to get to the front of the crowd.

"Excuse me?" you asked a police officer who stood just behind the police caution tape. "This is- uh my job, what happened here?" you asked once he turned around.

"Well kid," he started, he was an older looking man with a thick New York City accent, "Lucky you, looks like you ain't workin' today... there's been a murder."

Your eyes widened at the word and you felt your stomach churn. You worried that maybe it was one of your co-workers, maybe someone close, someone you had become close friends with during your time on the job.

"Murder?" you swallowed, "Who- um- who was it?"

"No ID on him or nothin', lady who said she was walkin' past called from a payphone down the block around 5:30 a.m., said she heard some screams inside when we got here the perp was gone, and a man was dead, throat slit... poor guy was nearly decapitated" he explained.

"6am?" you repeated, "Oh my god. It was probably my boss, yeah-yeah he comes in early to do inventory and whatnot." You had to admit there was some strange sense of relief when you realized that it was your boss who had been the victim and not one of your work friends. You were never a huge fan of the guy- and while you wouldn't go out and say he deserved to be murdered, you were... glad that it wasn't anyone else at your job as guilty as that made you feel to say. You were, however, a little freaked out about your indifference to now not one, but two murders that have occurred in places you were familiar with. But, you assured yourself, if the victim was someone you knew well, or really cared about, you would not be so passive about it.

"Say, since ya here, ya mind answerin' some questions 'bout the guy, maybe it'll be some help to find whoever did this."

"Uh, yeah, sure." you responded.

It was safe to say you were not exactly expecting to be caught in the middle of a murder investigation at 10 am on a Tuesday. You began to walk away from the scene after the officer questioned you out in the heat for a good 20 minutes before letting you go. You walked down the busy city block to the payphone at the end of the street, thinking about how this was where that lady who called the police probably heard the last minutes of your now ex-boss's life. It was a surreal feeling, but you couldn't exactly bring yourself to be sad about it. With an unsteady hand you inserted some coins into the payphone and began to dial the numbers.

"Patrick Bateman's office." said Jean on the other end.

"Hey Jean, it's y/n, can you put me through to Patrick?" you asked, keeping your composure.

"Sure, I'll put you right through."

"Hello?" you eventually heard another voice say.

"Patrick." you breathed out, "You'll never guess what happened."

"Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Pretty sure I'm out of a job right now."

"What happened?"

"My boss was uhh... murdered." you explained.

"Murdered?"

"Apparently, I got to work there was police tape, police men, I asked what happened they said he was murdered this morning, nearly fucking decapitated. I was just questioned by the police for like half an hour." you recounted to Patrick.

"Questioned? They don't think you're a suspect, do they?"

"No. No. I hope not... they just, asked me about my boss's life... if he had any enemies or anything, anyone who didn't particularly like him, or that would have a reason to do this."

"And what did you say?"

"I said that I didn't know." you answered matter-of-factly, "but I mean, I think everyone I know who I've worked with has threatened to kill him at least once."

"Well, are you alright?"

"Yeah Patrick, I am actually, just surprised, I can't believe I'm saying this but... I'm not really too torn up about this whole thing."

"Good. Now that you're free, how about dinner?"

It was leaning into the late hours of the night by now as you walked hand in hand with Patrick down the stark white hallway of his apartment building. You had a large, genuine smile plastered on your face as you strutted down the expensive tile flooring. This evening Patrick had greeted you at your apartment with flowers in hand and treated you to a very expensive dinner. Patrick was always very sweet to you but he seemed to have turned up the charm to the maximum tonight, to an almost off-putting degree, but you had to admit, you didn't really mind. Despite his obvious confidence in himself Patrick did usually seem to be a little on edge, or anxious at times, not to a necessarily concerning or even really noticeable degree, but it always seemed to sort of just be there. But no, not tonight, tonight Patrick was completely cool and collected, exuding more confidence than you had ever seen in him. Which was, in your opinion, very attractive, and you felt that you probably had spent more time tonight drooling over him than you had anything else.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner tonight sweetheart," Patrick said as he unlinked his hand from yours to unlock his apartment door.

"I did Patrick, but, you know, I always enjoy being with you," you admitted, somewhat overly sentimentally.

"That is...wonderful to hear." Patrick smiled and opened the door to let you inside. You could remember how it struck you as odd how cold and barren Patrick's apartment felt the first time you went over. That feeling still has yet to completely slip but, eventually, you felt the décor was very fitting for Patrick, and realistically you couldn't see him living anywhere else.

Patrick flicked the light switch which in turn, illuminated most of the apartment as you stepped inside. You looked around for a moment, not much had changed since the last time you had been here, aside from the addition of a few more paintings hung up on the wall (all done by you, of course). You made your way into the living room and sat down on the white couch that sat in the near middle of the room. While your body settled into the cushions you could hear Patrick's footsteps behind you falling against the hardwood floor. You looked up as he walked out in front of you, heading towards his stereo and looking through his collection of CDs.

Before long the sound of Depeche Mode's Question of Lust began to fill the space around you.

"Oh, Patrick," You smiled at him as he turned up the volume on the stereo, "You're so romantic" you giggled. Patrick began to walk over to you, sitting on the couch next to you, and before he could even get a word out you were pressing your lips to his and kissing him passionately. Patrick, in response, placed his hand against your cheek and deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed around Patrick's body before finally resting on the back of his neck. You were sure your heart was beating out of your chest at this point, no matter how many times you had been with Patrick, no matter how many times you had done this the excitement never seemed to quell. You could not stop yourself from smiling as the pair of you exchanged deep passionate kisses. Everything seemed to be moving so slow as Patrick began to push you back so you lay against the arm of the couch. He propped himself up above you as the pair of you continued to kiss and the music played over the stereo.

Everything just seemed so perfect you found yourself questioning if you had been dreaming tonight, or even the last few months. But all of a sudden Patrick stopped and pulled away from you.

"What's wrong?"

"It's, not very comfortable on the couch," he said, getting up and standing beside you. "Come on," he grabbed your hand and helped you up, leading you to the bedroom. He stopped as you entered the room, "One moment," he said, kissing your forehead before walking off into the bathroom.

You looked around the dimly lit bedroom for a moment, then walked over to one of the bedside tables to turn on a lamp to let some more light into the room. While turning on the light you noticed that one of the table drawers was ajar, you could see inside of it and as you looked down nothing struck you as out of the ordinary, just regular things you would expect Patrick to have; his glasses, manicure scissors, tweezers, nail files. But, as you went to close the drawer something caught you off guard, a large kitchen knife. Confused, you kneeled down beside the drawer and opened it up some more, where you found even more odd things inside; razor blades, a pair of pliers, a small pairing knife, and a box of matches. You couldn't help but feel an actual sense of unease at the sight of everything, most of the items could be easily explained away as small tools one may potentially need, but the kitchen knife was what was really throwing you for a loop.

As you scanned the drawer and it's contents one more time you told yourself, it's probably just for protection. Of course, that seemed logical, Patrick had a lot of expensive things in his apartment, it would make sense for him to be worried about a potential break-in and robbery, if that was the case he would, most definitely, need something to protect himself with.

Satisfied with your answer, you closed the drawer and stood up from where you were kneeling before sitting atop Patrick's bed. Your body sunk into the crisp white sheets, and as you propped yourself up against the bedroom you took a moment and laughed a little over how silly you sounded almost getting so worked up over what was in the drawer. You also couldn't help but feel a little bad about almost jumping to the conclusion that Patrick could be some sort of creepy psychopath... or something.

You were quickly shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of Patrick walking back into the bedroom, his suit jacket now removed and his undone tie hanging loosely around his neck. Patrick's hands were currently on the collar of his white button up shirt, undoing the buttons while he walked into the room. From the living room you could still hear the sounds of music playing, it filled the room with the perfect ambiance of how you were certain the rest of the night would play out. And there you sat on the bed, with a satisfied smirk on your face drinking in every moment of it.

a/n: aaaa im so sorry this took so long to get out!!! i still hope everyone enjoys :) i went through like 40 different iterations of this part before finally deciding on this lmfao and i was originally going to end this here but... if anyone wants a final part... maybe where reader finds out anout patrick... or something... lmk :) i kind of enjoy this storyline haha.

[katsutora]

˗ˏˋ HI HELLO NAMI HERE !! ´ˎ˗

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! thank you very much for being a highlight of my 2022. i’ve always thought that no one would enjoy my mediocre writings but seeing you liking, reblogging, and commenting on them make me so ecstatic you don’t even understand. your little tags never fail to make my day — they keep me going, they make my breakdowns more fun fr. i love you guys so so much, thank you for taking a chance on me and supporting me.

i’ll be sure to provide more teeth-rotting fluffs in the future! (and no, this is definitely not a “i’m gonna unexpectedly destroy you with angst one day just you wait” threat. hah it’s not like i used to be an angst only writer anyway so ignore that.)

ok thank you for reading this long ass post. again, ily all so much. aggressive approach in the tags lol.

have a great year ahead, you guys, cheers.

— for my beloved writer moots (i only ever talk lengthily to the 4 of you lmfao so i hope you don’t mind me mentioning you down below). i had fun getting to know you all this week!! head’s up, i’m gonna be sappy for a bit ok here we go: 

to @yeosatinyngz ⋆ lily lily lily!! reo to my nagi, nagi to my reo; reonagi lilylily naminami lilynami. bestest bestie my illiterate bestie my tripping and falling onto the ground and never getting up bestie. bllk, tr, haikyuu? a full package cmon! i literally can talk to you abt everything huh. despite being 12hrs apart we somehow make do with our random convos. thanks for responding to my first dm with such a funny sentence. you’re genuinely so easy to talk to. you match my energy fr ughhh luv ya sm!!

to @kazutora-lover​ ⋆ rie my beloved. thank you for dragging me back to TR hell and always indulging me. you’re the sweetest fr, so dear to me. thanks for letting me double text you and go on a full rant about TR boys all the time (ashjdsadh goodbye). no more words, too much words in the dms already lmfao how are you not tired of me 

to @itoshi-s​ ⋆ zari. i always love seeing you on my tl with your brainrot and *chef’s kiss* writings aghhh. every single one of your work is just a masterpiece; got me sobbing, screaming, giggling and shit. idk how but you’re making me more down bad for rin?? not that i mind tbh. thank you for always being so kind to me </3 we’ve only just started talking in the dms and im sorry for not having any spare thoughts to share w you atm (sigh) but i’m rlly looking forward to more rin (and other) breakdowns together!!

to @yaakultt ⋆ anything but kayla, isagi’s gf (you’re so right for that one), a fellow yakult-obsessed person teehee ヾ(●⌒∇⌒●)ﾉ (see how you’ve got me using cute faces like this too now)! i love your energy sm you’re like a tiny ray of sunshine. i’m so glad you wanted to be friends. hope we get to talk more in the future (so many thoughts about isagi lately fr i love him sm can’t wait for new chapters to release)!! 

on that note, i’m still navigating through tumblr + interacting w ppl can be scary to me sometimes. i also hope you don’t find me annoying (+boring — well aware of that actually lmfao i’m just bad at talking to ppl yikes exhibit a); commenting on your writing-unrelated posts and i hope it’s also ok for me to pop up in your asks to check up on you once or twice a week. but if you do, pls don’t hesitate to tell me to tone it down bc i can be a bit slow sorry that’s on me.

!! thanks for being patient with me even though i have the attention span of a cactus (choki who✌︎) i’m not ignoring you i just— yep thinking about a reply and then forgetting to actually reply what the actual fuck + i actually cant shut up if you talk to me about blue lock / tr wbk. i’ll indulge you in everything tbh

you four get a shitton of hugs and kisses from me mwah!! have a great year ahead!

[melissa-kenobi]

hiiii omg i love your fics! and your hurt tech fic was so good, I cried so much while reading it! can I pretty pls request something smutty with tech using prompts 39 and 55 pls?

thank you sm, ily, keep writing, you're amazing! ❤

A/N: Hey Anon! Ahh omg you're gonna make me blush, you're too sweet, thank you so much!!! That means alot ily too!! Also warning, this is pure filth, and it has not been proof read, sorry! xx

Summary: Tech tries to multitask but fails in doing so.

Prompts:"Don't start what you can't finish." & "I'm bored. Come over and sit on my dick."

Word Count:

Repairs [Tech x Reader]

"Kriffing bantha shit!" You cursed, kicking the edge of the ship before recoiling in pain, nearly slipping off the top of the wing. "Stupid ship!"

"Hey! That's my ship you're damaging sweetheart!" Tech calls out from below, finger raised in a slight accusation.

"It's my life on the line here Tech!" You retorted, kicking the- no sorry his- ship in anger once more. Well a few more times than once. "Kriffing wing, why won't you jus-"

Screaming in annoyance, the part you were trying to fix somehow fixed itself after a few kicks. "What the-

"Did it work?" Tech called out from below, datapad in his hand as he blinked back up at you. You stared at him in shock, you had just spent around 2 hours stuck up here, trying to fix his godforsaken ship before he tapped away at his datapad, fixing it in one go. "Well?"

Growling at his comment, you rolled your eyes at him before jumping down and marching your way inside. "Where's Hunter?" You asked no-one in particular, but Tech being Tech had followed you in, responding rapidly.

"On a mission for Cid." You opened your mouth to reply but Tech had beat you to it, already knowing what you were going to ask. "He's taken Wrecker, Echo and Omega with him. We're here to fix the ship and get the repairs done."

You let out a little hmmp, before narrowing your eyes at him. Now that the boys weren't here, you could give your boyfriend the telling off you wanted to prior to this incident. "You made me stand up there in the cold for two hours, when you're telling me, you could have pressed a few buttons and it would have been done?"

"Technically- without your input, or should I say aggressive mannerisms, I couldn't have done it wi-

"Don't."

You stormed off into the refresher, needing a nice clean shower to rid yourself of your anger. You didn't really know why you were angry. Okay, maybe you did. Tech hadn't been spending much time with you, being on the run with his brothers left very little time for the two of you - and with Omega on the ship, well that certainly put a damper on things.

Rinsing your hair out, you could hear, no you knew Tech was stood outside the door of the refresher, pacing up and down. He'd probably realised that you were annoyed but couldn't figure out why, so he'd question you about it till you blurted it out, like usual.

"Mesh'la..." Tech called out softly, knocking on the door. Maker, his voice was so soft and quiet. Now you felt kinda bad for lashing out on him. It wasn't his fault.

"I'll be out in a few baby!" You called back, quickly wrapping the towel around your body as you dried your feet and walked out.

"Cyar'ika, i-i- I'm sorry. I-i didn't mean t-

Your heart clenched as you watched him fumble for words, maker you were soft for this man and you didn't care. You'd drop to his feet and do anything for him. "No Tech. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I didn't mean it. I was just tired and-

"Neglected. I've been neglecting you mesh'la. I'm sorry, I didn't realise." Tech quickly cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing the soft planes of your cheek as you gave him a small sigh. "I'm so sorry pretty girl. Let me take care of you.."

***

Last night had been one of your best nights with Tech. The two of you were now curled up against each other in his bunk, sheets sprawled around you as you cuddled into his body. You smiled, happy and contempt with where you were right now. Stealing a glance at Tech, you found him looking down at you with adorning eyes.

"Good morning mesh'la." Tech leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead while you cuddled into him. "Did you sleep well?"

You hummed in response. "Better than ever... missed you Tech..." You mumbled in your drowsy sleepy state.

"I know, I've missed you too mesh'la.." Tech smiled softly at your sleepy face. "But now let-

Tech was cut off as the ships comm was calling. The two of you gave each other a look before Tech kissed your cheek, telling you to remain in bed while he dealt with it.

"Tech? Y/N? Come in.."

"Hunter. What's the problem?"

Tech watched as Hunter sighed deeply. "It looks like we're going to be stuck on this mission for a while."

"How long?"

"Possibly a day or two. Can you get those parts for the upgrades you needed?"

Tech nodded. "Definitely. Myself and Y/N can get to work on them."

"Where's Y/N?" Omega asked eagerly, as she tried to see the holocall but Hunter was blocking her view of Tech.

"She's sleeping." Tech replied quickly. Far too quickly to be normal.

Hunter raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I think you best put a shirt on Tech, and get to work on those upgrades." Hunter nodded as Tech blushed in embarrassment before the call ended.

Tech was not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed. Pleased that he could now spend the extra time with you and treat you like you deserved to be, but annoyed because he had to do the repairs. Not that he didn't love upgrading his ship, because don't get him wrong, he does. It's just- he rather spend the time with you.

Pacing his way back to you, he found you nestled under all the sheets, only a small portion of your head popped out. Your eyes closed and restful as you let out little snores in your sleep. Tech inched closer to you before he jumped on the bed, startling you awake as you tried to jump up but was trapped with Tech's body.

"Tec-

"Mesh'la did you know you snore?" Tech smiled, leaning on your stomach as he popped his face up with his hands under his chin.

"I do no-

"I have a reco-

"Tech- don't tell me you-

*snoring noises*

The two of you gave each other a look as he played the noises, your face scrunching up in denial as Tech only smiled widely at you adorable face. "Told you."

"That's fake."

Tech gave you look that said 'really?' before pulling the covers off you. "C'mon mesh'la, I want to make breakfast for you. Get ready and I'll prepare the meal."

***

Late in the evening you found Tech tinkering away at the Hyperdrive, wanting to adjust the wires and add in his upgrade so he could get it to work faster.

"Teeeechhhh?" You groaned out, sat on one of the seats while you watched him work on the ground.

"Mmmhh?"

"I'm bored!" You stated, eyes following down to him. He was lying down on the ground, head hidden under the switch board as he tinkered away with the fuses. His legs were on display as he spread them, giving you a nice view of his bulge. Deciding to tease him, you slipped your shoe off, leaving you in your socks as you slid your foot up his leg, heading to his inner thigh before slowly edging around his bulge.

You could have sworn you heard a tool drop on the floor the minute he felt your foot slide up his inner thigh. Ignoring his sudden intake of breath, you decided to continue your torture on him as he continued to work. Purposely hovering over his bulge you heard him drop his tool once more before he slid out and faced you. "Mesh'la if you're so bored, why don't you come over and sit on my dick?"

Mouth turning up into a smug grin, you couldn't hold in the wave of arousal that spread through your body at his words. Nor could you stop the wetness that was slowly seeping through your panties with the hungry look he was giving you. It seems that Tech was slightly impatient as he slipped his hands onto your things and pulled you down to sit on his upper legs, just a few inches away from his bulge, where he wanted you the most. "Tech!"

"What? You said you were bored." Tech deadpanned, acting as if your previous actions hands affected him so much. "I merely suggested an activity for you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned, you weren't going to back down from this, you could easily win this. You were on top, and in control of him, not the other way round today. "Sure you can handle it sweetheart?"

"Course I can." Tech confidently replied, lifting his hips up as you slid his blacks down, noticing he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Naughty." You commented, slipping them down to his knees before pushing hair body back down. "Go on then, finish your work."

"But-

"I thought you could multitask Tech?" You asked innocently as you touched the tip of his cock. He was already at half mast and was leaking with pre-cum as you licked the small bit that had gathered on your forefinger.

"Don't start what you can't finish mesh'la..." Tech warned, his tone serious as he watched you through his tinted goggles.

"Who says I won't?" You smirked, unzipping your skirt to the side as you hovered over his cock, giving him a view of your naked pussy.

"Kriff.." Tech cursed as he saw you too had no panties. "You had no panties this entire time mesh'la?"

"I thought you already knew sweetie? With those sly glances you've been giving me, I thought it was obvious."

"Fuck, mesh'la you're going to be the death of me.." Tech groaned as his hands dropped his tools, coming to rest on your waist as you slid your naked pussy up and down his cock, making him moan in response.

"Ah-ah, no hands sweetie." Tech gave you a look that made you almost feel bad. Key word, almost. "I'm pretty sure Hunter needs that hyperdrive fixed and upgraded, so that's what you're going to do while I have my fun over here." Tech gave you a small whine, his face pouting as he regretted even wanting to add upgrades to the ship. He knew that would have come back to bite him in the arse. "Mesh'la please-

"Nope. You said you could multitask, so multitask cyar'ika..." You playfully kissed him on the lips before making him slide back under as you adjusted yourself on his cock. Under the board you heard him pick up his tools, getting back to work as you slid off his cock, your ass landing on his legs as you touched him slowly. "Mesh'la wha-

"Shh." You hushed him. "If you finish your upgrade, I might even let you cum."

Slowly holding his cock, you inched closer, your hot breath teasing him as his thighs clenched under your body. Deciding to put an end to his torture, you licked the tip of his cock, moaning in contempt at his taste. Salty but with a hint of sweetness that you loved. Tech let out a low whine at your antics, wanting more but needing to finish the hyperdrive. Your hand slipped up and down his length, caressing him slowly before finally taking him in your mouth.

The words that slipped out of Tech's mouth were filthy, his moans echoing around you like a song. Your name being called out repeatedly as he tried to concentrate, but his hips were thrusting into your mouth, doing something else. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you pulled yourself off him, not being able to take much of his length in your mouth, but wanting him elsewhere.

"Mesh'la? What are-!"

"If I recall correctly, you asked me to come over and sit on your dick?" You gave him a sly grin, sliding up onto his hips, hovering just by the tip of his cock as you held it in your hand. "Right?"

"Kriff-" Tech cursed, mumbling several words in Mando'a that you couldn't translate.

Wanting a release, after working yourself up you gripped his cock, slowly sliding the tip of it in before letting out a moan as Tech's hands came to hold you hips and push your body onto him. "Fuck! Tech!"

"Now stay still."

Your eyes widened in surprise, you wasn't expecting him to ask you to warm him. "Tec-

"You're right. I did ask you to sit on my cock, and that is what you will do cyar'ika." Tech blatantly explained, your insides twitching around him as you could feel him filling you so well. "While I finish the Hyperdrive, you're going to be a good girl, right?"

You moaned in response, giving Tech the correct answer that he needed to continue. Fuck. He was a tease. His well endowed cock was snugly fitted into you, giving you no room to budge - his left hand rested on the tops of your thigh while he worked with his mouth and right hand. Maker, you could watch him work for ages, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, and the way he bit his lip when he got something right. The way his head turned upwards, tilting so his blacks slid down, revealing his neck, that was littered with your mark upon them.

Fuck.

This man did things to you that you couldn't explain. Unintentionally, you had squeezed around him, your walls convulsing with pleasure as you gripped his cock tightly inside. Gasping loudly, the tight fit inside had you falling onto his chest, quickly catching yourself before you collapsed on him. It hadn't been that long but you were desperate, desperate for a release.

"If you keep doing that mesh'la, I'm not gonna last very long." Tech gasped, his left hand squeezing your thigh. Obviously you had affected Tech too as he seemed to have lost his concentration, now sliding out.

"Tech- I-i can't- I need to-!" Your words came out fast, struggling to piece together what you wanted as Tech thrust his hips upwards - Hyperdrive forgotten as he chased his own release. A string of incoherent moans and a series of ah-ah, Tech, please- were all you could manage as he held your hips still, thrusting into you harshly.

"Mesh'la, fuck, you're- you're so tight..." He growled, moans slipping from his mouth in return as you clenched around him.

"Tech- ple-!"

"No." Tech growled, that was seemingly his tipping point as he slid out, gripping your hips tightly as he flipped you over. His cock hard and smothered in your juices as he glared at you. "You don't get to cum. You know the rules mesh'la."

"Tech- I...-i I'm sorry!" You pleaded begging for anything, for him to give the sweet release you've been craving.

"No." Tech huffed. "Maybe I'll let you cum once I've had mine." He repeats your previous words mockingly as he gives you a few more thrusts, his breathing erratic, a sign that he was nearly there. Deciding to help him along you pulled on his hair, tugging his face to yours as you kissed him harshly. Lips melting into his as he mumbled moans into your kiss, breathless moans of your name as he panted harshly. Moving your mouth to his ear, you whispered softly "Come for me Tech- I want you to fill me up- I wan-!"

You didn't even finish before Tech gave in, one harsh thrust of his cock inside of you and he was a gonner. Your walls tightening and clenching him tightly, oh so tight as he let out a loud growl of your name, collapsing ontop of you. His cock still inside of you, sensitive and soaking with a mixture of your juices and his cum. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, mumbling your name in pleasure "Y/N, kriff-"

Tech pulled away slowly, his cock slipping out as he watched the juices slip out, his fingers quickly stopping them as he stuffed you with them - making you whimper quietly. "Tech- baby pl-"

"Shh...let me take care of you pretty girl..." Tech kissed his way down, slipping over your pussy as he licked away at your mixed juices. The noises he made were downright filthy, he was on a mission to take care of and he would definitely follow through with it.

It was safe to say, the Hyperdrive would have to be fixed later.

***

Turns out you found that Tech was very good at multitasking - unless it involved you. Then he was a total mess.

A day later, the gang had arrived and was ready to leave, putting in the co-oordintes for which ever planet Cid had sent them to, Hunter turned, sending a questioning look towards you and Tech.

His eyes fluttering over Tech's neck, while looking at you in concern? Maybe it wasn't concern but amusement, you couldn't be sure.

"Tech? Did you manage to get that hyperdrive upgrade in?"

***

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[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

——

Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

——

“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

——

Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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Taglist for 3yrs — i’m so sorry if i couldn’t tag you!*

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[blanknamed]

happy happy new years to everyone :))

just wanna say i really had an amazing year despite the rough start and end of 2021. i hope everyone stays safe and healthy!

here's some moots i'm extremely grateful for and i hope the sentiments similar under the cut

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my discount sbi moots aka @redhoodsoot @thatplanetmarz @genesisrose74 and @sharkie-pog !

i like to see them as my very first friends and my tumblr family :)) i'm so glad to have met them and have them deal with my nonsense without any sign of (serious) judgement.

they all also write some pretty banger fics if i'll be honest and are the main reasons why i decided to come out of my shell and write. i also love the little banter i have going on for each and every one of them, albeit most of it being siblings-esque banter.

they really helped me grow in terms of confidence in my writing and confidence in myself outside of the computer! they helped me learn that caring for yourself is not at all selfish and people are kind (and not weird old men) no matter where you are or what your life is like, you just need to let yourself learn who's good enough for you :))

next up is @hufflepuff-writings

kait was probably the next person i decided to reach out to on a risk of not knowing if she'll ever respond. they're a ray of sunshine i love talking to when i manage to catch her on the same time i'm on tumblr as well. i was so honored to be tagged into her event and just being in the same prescence as them in general so i hope to experience more in the near future!

the one and only @mcytmushroom

met shroom by chance and honest to god we practically message each other on a day to day basis now, usually on discords, most times on snap. i was really happy to make them comfortable enough to let us get as close to each other as possible and i really, really hope we stay that way because, honestly, i don't know what my life is like with this snarky little shit.

and then here we have @inniterhq

edgy teenager. that's all i can say. also, i remember seeing sapnap's feet on my feed because of art's little... anons. very horrifying, but a core memory i can't shake when i go on tumblr so this is a thank you but also fuck you /j for putting that there. i hope getting hammy cheek'd was good payback for the unsolicited feet pics.

along with edgy teenger is other edgy teenager @mitzimania

just wanna point out to everyone that i turn 21 next month and not some anceint age mitzi tells y'all. like art, i saw mitzi through my search feed and thought vir writing was really good. ngl, i was lowkey shy to even say anything to mitzi for a while before hiking up my big boy pants and actually talk to vir before i realized mitzi is a little edgy shit lord like art 😐

astrology bestie @earthtooz

the minute crystals were mentioned i just knew earth and i would be tight. also said "that makes sm sense" when i said i mainly had aquarius in my placements and that kinda made me laugh. i hope she enjoys my crystal updates even though they're lowkey annoying WUXHWH if you want your charts read at some point, please go to earth if she has time. also one of her fics made me cry so

and to my favorite steamer @cherios

like most of my mutuals, i stumbled into cher's streaming by chance and thought it was funny to make stupid jokes in chat. i haven't gone into streams in a while due to some family related blockades (i'm sorry cher 😐💔💔), BUT cher has some awesome stories and an even more awesome personality so please follow and enjoy the posts she makes!

also, my favorite streamer @mikeyinnit

very patient. lovely moot. please love mikey and his writing i think they deserve sm attention. they are also very fun to watch in terms of streaming and is working very hard with making connections! love love love mikey please love them as much as me :))

next up is @strawberrymilkgeorge

finally @sunniewrites

fizzy usually gets bullied by me and shroom ngl (esp with that one sven comment WUDHEH im sorry if that's too much LMAO) BUT fizzy is amazing, funny, and overall the sweetest person i met so i love having met them and i hope to talk to her more since everyone lowkey disappeared near the middle of the school year starting, including me. i promise i'll be more active on your server, fizzy ;-; i'm just a little awkward WHSHAH

@basilly , another edgy teenager

one if the contributors on the "arielle is old" joke but i couldn't have it any other way. just like mitzi, i was scared to approach basil until i realized that all of them remind me of littile chihuahuas harassing me 😌 /j we haven't talked much lately but i hope once basil sees this they have an amazing year!

a ray of sunshine, pun intended. hurt sunnie's feelings and you're seeing the end of my bully stick (a promise, not a threat). very happy of have met them and gracing my feed constantly!

some more people i'd like to thank: my anons! don't think i haven't forgotten you guys i miss y'all 😩 playlist anon is the most active (and is also a beta reader for one of my fics so very grateful for my ading for that) BUT i love every single one of y'all for asking to be my anon and i hope to hear from you guys more :))

i'm also very grateful for my followers! we're at around 700+ right now and that's honestly amazing! i'm so happy my writing makes you guys happy enough to follow me and reblog my post you guys are the best ♥️♥️

hope you guys have a happy new year and hopefully we interact more! i'm sorry if i dropped off the face of the earth sometimes; college is a stressful part of my life but is something i find necessary to help me meet my end goals in life. love y'all!

12/31/2021 [10:01PM EST]

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[yuckydraws]

Happy New Years <3

I just wanted to thank some people who made my year so much better!!!! (Also no pressure to respond to these tags, I just want to show my appreciation - and I wanted to make one of these posts since I didn’t last year)

@und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut - While we haven’t talked much, I’ve enjoyed every little interaction we’ve had through tags and simpage!! There’s been multiple times this year where I went and scrolled through your masterlists cause your writing cheers me up every time<3333 you’re so amazingly kind and you’ve made me laugh a lot and I hope you’ve had a good year!! (Also this is silly but thank you for loving Vant so much, honestly that gave me such a boost of motivation aknsjsjakabam)

@pink-garcie - Bro. Bro!!!! I freaking love our conversations so much and I seriously cherish those drawings you did for me. They hold such a special place in my heart and I’m so glad we became friends!! I hope we have more silly convos to come this next year - I particularly loved the one where we imitated how the guys would text kanajjaakab it made me laugh

@kalquinn - Kansjajakab we haven’t been friends for long but omg I’m so glad we are!!! You’re so kind and funny and you’ve helped me feel so much more motivated to write and I want to thank you for your advice and help!!! Also for the mutual excitement, you’re so fun to talk to!! I look forward to chatting with you more and getting to know more about your boys cause I love your writing so much!!!

@ne-crow-mancer / @ufolane (not sure which to tag) - OMG- okay, we haven’t talked much but you’re literally the sweetest person. Your ao3 comments give me life and that fanart you did of my fic??? Oh my god it’s in my drafts forever and I get to look at it every time I’m working on my stuff and it makes me smile. Your art is amazing and I hope you know just how much you’ve motivated me when it comes to my fic.

@jnpie - I freaking love your content so much. Your art is so perfect and I love how much thought you’ve put into HT Papyrus, he’s so sweet as well as a little food goblin. I love reading your writing about him and omg that drawing you did of me and Sans is so freaking cute I look at it so often cause it’s so sweet and wholesome and funny and slsjkajjaqana. You’re very kind and I look forward to seeing more of your drawings<333333

@mariposawolf - We haven’t talked much but I love your art sm and your tags always make me laugh- I always get a smile on my face when I see you on my dash/notifs <3333333

@happytheoristdreamer - You are the most kindest and most supportive person ever, I swear. Thank you for all your motivation and omg don’t even get me started on your art holy shit I love those drawings you’ve made for me so much and I always enjoy our chats when we have them!!!

@kezibun - Your writing is so beautiful, I loved the edge/reader fic you wrote for me and don’t even get me started on the drawing!!! Gah!! My heart!!! I know we haven’t been mutuals for too long but I wanted to thank you for being so sweet and supportive!!

I also want to thank all my other mutuals and followers!!!! Y’all have no idea how much this blog has helped me and it wouldn’t be possible without all your support. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much, and I’m excited to make some more skele content in the future<333333

[emilyc118]

(TW: sexual assault)

Let’s talk Rosalie and Emmett:

Emmett is described as being jovial, humorous, care-free, doesn’t dwell on things he cannot control, and like an open book. Edward states in midnight sun, “Hearing Emmett’s thoughts never felt intrusive, because he never thought one thing that he would not say aloud or put into action”. Rosalie is described as being vain, determined, cynical, pessimistic, and (according to Edward) shows little concern for anyone but herself.

Now, a relationship where “opposites attract” is possible but doubtful to work in this situation. First of all, Emmett absolutely has to have a serious side for this relationship to have gotten anywhere in the early days. Rosalie says she fell in love with his honesty and innocence and that Emmett is exactly the kind of person she needs. I understand the idea that he could help balance her out and help her see the joy in life and become more lighthearted. But, she would not have trusted him to move forward with the relationship if there wasn’t serious conversation about her past trauma and her feelings about what she lost. Emmett would not have just shrugged it off and said “yeah that sucks, but being a vampire is better.” No, he would’ve been understanding and supportive and not rushed into anything she wasn’t 100 percent ready for.

A consistency throughout the books in SM believing Rosalie and Emmett were love at first sight and never had any trouble with becoming comfortable and trusting. Emmett might work that way, but Rosalie definitely wouldn’t. She wouldn’t just latch onto a guy she just met without spending a lot of time working through her past relationship. There are things throughout the books, especially midnight sun, that should be mentioned but are brushed over. For example, Edward and Emmett chat in the woods and Edward is worried about Bella’s safety and mentions homocide. Emmett responds with basically oh she’s fine she lives in forks. Realistically, he should’ve gotten sad thinking that his own wife died by homocide. Or when Edward tells Rosalie “we all know what a perfect assassin you are.” There’s no way Emmett would just sit there and let him make that comment and not defend her. If that was my significant other I would’ve lost my shit screaming at Edward telling him how dare he say that considering his own murder record and to be thankful he was never in a place where someone hurt him so bad that he had to make that choice. Emmett is always shown as the husband that just deals with Rosalie’s bitchy attitude, never an actual loving and supportive partner. I was 12 when I first read these books. The messages to young girls about what’s ok and not ok in a relationship are so warped. And I won’t even get into the problems with Edward and Bella. SM couldn’t used this as an opportunity to show young girls that they deserve a man that respects them no matter what. That it’s possible to find someone to help you heal through your trauma. Back in the 30s, spousal rape was legal and I wouldn’t doubt that if Rosalie survived she would’ve been blamed and at fault. So going into a relationship with Emmett she wouldn’t had the idea in her head that she wasn’t worth anything anymore and that she didn’t deserve him. A great chance to show young girls that it’s never their fault! SM basically even says Rosalie had this life because of her beauty and if she was average like Vera (she wouldn’t have gotten gang raped and beat)! I’m frustrated so I’ll stop ranting. Rosalie and Emmett deserve so much better. I rely on fanfic for their relationship because I know if SM ever wrote a book about them, nothing would change.

[the-acid-pear]

I didn't want to but my last post got so long Tumblr can't load it AFSGSGAHH so this is my second post bc liveblogging this manga is part of my personality now <3

From where i left,

I love seeing Shibukawa i hate knowing how that fight will go down tho </3

JACKKKK 🥺

Oh is that literally Andre the giant?

MOTOBEEEE 💞

THAT'S RETSU?! GOD I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HIM AT ALL I-

KUREHA IS BACK TOO NICE

Katou baby you won't last

YESSSSSSSS YES YES YES MY SON.

Yeah and uh, Katsumi whatever.

BABYYYYYYYYY BOYYYYYYYYYY

Poor Kozue on god pugoygpgu

Toba 🥺

Kozue like 😨

Chapter 186

You don't know but like 2 days passed and i actually forgot what was happening VÑVPJOYG

I just remembered that scene in the fairy odd parents movie where the crowd goes OHHH AHHH

WHAT NUT?

I don't want to simp so early in the morning but UGHHH look at him!!

Hey has Baki always been doing the yujiro stand or is this new?

Feel you Mr Andre the giant i too have been told to not use my full strength. Though I'm just 1.60, my power comes from my anger issues and my god given right to kick ass

That's one strong kick

Rip the crowd n Andre the giant

Chapter 187

I don't think that's true Baki boy

That's a big number sir

I really don't care about this fight much at all surudtidkgxkhkdgksr

Poor Kozue man

Okay no apparently all cis men on the comments did want to become the string ???? Get help /j

Chapter 188

This is prob cool if you know who these people are. I unfortunately don't.

Look of bloodlust? He looks like the average fuckboy

YESSS BABEY LET'S GOOO THE GLASSES ARE BACKKK

Me watching the anime: omg that's so random why is he wearing glasses out of nowhere lol?

Me now (my brain is bigger): WOOOOOOOOO

I'm still obsessed with Toba's size

IFYOYDITDPUGPJG

Okay i had to google who igari was bc i wasn't recognizing him, now I'm cheering on him

This is gonna be a good one, hopefully

That was murder

DOPPO POG DOPPO POG-

Chapter 189

Hehehe this title sounds promising 👀

KSJSKSHSJS BRO 🥺

I really can't tell if he's scared of confident, i HOPE he's confident like, he's my pollo afteral (i make that joke in Spanish bc idk how to do it in English 😭)

Nice feet (See? No one can accuse me of having a foot fetish because no one reads these haha!)

I'm not gonna simp for 3 lines straight but i can't just pass this without saying how much i love how Doppo looks in this arc my man looking more precious than usual 😌🥺💞

Shout-out to the ppl in the comments wishing Motobe a happy bday <33

Chapter 190

These men just LOVE breaking fingers don't they?

It was a pleasure knowing you Motobe-san

I must say Doppo first watching the fights with Katou now with his son is like, super damn sweet like this dude is just such a Dad™

Sumo is such a damn cool sport tbh, i watched like one documentary on it once and nothing else but it's just like damn

NOOOUGHHH

MOTOBE IS FUCKING DEAD.

Lshekwhwksgskd someone was mentioning how they make Motobe sound like a badass but he loses every time and someone just responded "He's 50", which is similar to the justification i tried to give myself whenever Doppo kept fucking losing but then you have mfs like Shibukawa who is 70 and is just mad powerful KSVSNSH 😔

Chapter 191

Hehe the king ☺️

THAT WAS SO RANDOM AJGSJSGEJSG i love this mf

FUCK HOW SHORT IS RETSU OMG 🥺

1.76 HE'S SO TINY HE'S SHORTED THAN DOPPO OMFG

also if y'all wonder how I'm doing my jaw is currently trembling and i think i have a fever, but it's fine, we getting to 200 today boys

I really don't care much about Katsumi but he has a very shaped face i won't lie, his eyes are very pretty too. STILL DONT CARE BOUT HIM 🙄😒

They just throwing hands these mfs ffs

Katsumi that's a bit too far don't you think?

A fuckin pussy out sort of luck i see

Chapter 192

I hate smooth Retsu sm let him keeps his face wrinkles ffs

Obsessed with these lads

ANDRE MY MAN look at him

EVERYBODY IS GETTING IN THE WAY FR SPUGPYDOTSÑD

I love how these characters say <3

Fucked up to beat up a wounded man tho NGL :/

OH FUCK HIS ELBOW NO

Chapter 193

Idk man after 180+ chapters Retsu's body doesn't look that wild to me

I know he will lose bc uh, Retsu obviously? But man i really like this Russian

Kozue that's how every match is

Hhhh 😬

He's dead.

Chapter 194

OH MY GOD HIM AGAIN?! HHH FFS!!!

VAMOOOS KATOU

Hey they aren't doing the white lips thing anymore that's sick

Motobe Latino /j

OYFPUTDPUTDPUTDPID

NO MY MAN KATOU IS NO MATCH TO YUJIRO NO ONE IS NOOO 😢

Chapter 195

Monkee

MY BOY BAKI GETTING THAT GOOD OL FLASHBACK HUH BAKI PTSD MOMENCE

YEET

Chapter 196

LSHLSHEKEBSJSHSVS IM LOSING IT

Look at the cocky mf man sjsgdhd

I must say i love the progression of Baki's personality

ANDOOOO

Chapter 197

Katsumi is deranged

My health problems are solved btw

I honestly hope Katsumi wins, for the honor of shinshinkai exclusively

Doppo looks so proud of his son 🥺

These mfs so childish ffs

...how is he that small 😭

I really don't understand any of these people

Chapter 198

I love seeing Toba just around doing shit like yeah king you go. My nostalgia enjoys his presence

Toba king i don't want to see you on a wheelchair please-

Toba baby you are going to die and horrible death and i will hate to be the witness of it

LSHSJSHSKHWKSHS ???

He's dead 😔

SHOUT-OUT TO THE FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO COMPARED TOBA TO THE TERRAFORMARS ROACHES 😭😭💀

Chapter 199

Igari right? He's dead too. I have less doubt than anyone else, Hanayama is a beast.

THEHWHSHHS 😭 WHY DOES HE HAVE TO OPEN BOTTLES LIKE THAT FFS

Different? Idk man he looks the same to me

Chapter 200

Like it's not just brawling man if anyone the size and strenght of Hanayama did anything they would win no matter what, this mf is a beast

THAT'S SO MEAN THEY WERE SUCH BESTIES OUGH MY HEART 😢💔

I'm sorry, he's gonna get WHAT? 😳

Ndhskshskhdkd obsessed

THESE MEN OMFG.... IM LOSING IT

So glad at least SOMEONE is still a bro 😒

HANAYAMA BRO??? IM BETTING ALL MY MONEY ON YOU BRO PLEASE

Obsessed he didn't even realize

THANKS HANAYAMA PHEW I WAS GETTING WORRIED FOR A SECOND THERE!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

And that's it for tonight, adiós

[cannibalisticcorpse]

didnt get tagged but im high and realllllly wanted to do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

63

What’s your total AO3 word count?

214,757

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Dream Team/dsmp, Achievement Hunter/fahc, Cow Chop/fake chop, Red vs Blue, RWBY, Wolf 359, (and these are all deleted/orphaned now) voltron, supernatural

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i promise the titles do not reflect me as a person

1. The Dick Pic Fic - 1884 kudos

2. the text fic - 1136 kudos

3. The Kitten Fic - 589 kudos

4. The Cup Fic - 516 kudos

5. The Piss Fic - 406 kudos

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try to, but sometimes i get like.... the same comment so many times that i cant really say anything more on it yk. but i usually try to say thank you at least T-T

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Cassiopeia and Cephus - GeorgeNotFound/DreamWasTaken, T, 1,187 words, among us AU, additional warnings in note

summary: Dream leans in and whispers, “George you’re supposed to be Cetus the sea monster, and I’m Andromeda, cast in stone.”

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I wrote fake ah crew/john wick where trevor was just... john wick.... that's it tho. i think it'd be fun to write a dsmp fic where every british person just talked like gavin but i dont think that's a crossover technically...

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...... i had a member of a youtuber group i have a tattoo on my shoulder of read one of my fics, a gorey smut fic, out loud, live, to over 1k people and then he read my twitter @ at the end of it. (and this was just 1 instance)

:biteslip: so yeah i guess you could say i've received hundereds of death threats and other nasty shit

i will say most of it is deserved to be fair

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

uh.......

yes. i have a kink request fic going so that's like..... everything? idk i usually write to vent and that means i write violent stuff sometimes and that gets turned into smut

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, but i have inspired a lot of fic titles and plots. i had a 13 yr old accuse me of stealing their fic once?? idk i just blocked them

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

What’s your all time favorite ship?

ummmmm i dont know actually. maybe dnn?? snf? idk

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

T-T birds, stars and sunshine, the soulmate zombie apoc au

features childhood best friends to loveres bbh/skeppy, meet cute love at first sight karlnapity, and meet cute enemies to lovers dnf

it's such a good au but im so shit at world building for it

What are your writing strengths?

i genuinely don't know, the only common compliment on my writing i can think of is writing characters.... in character.. and dialogue? idk im a good ideas guy kinda

What are your writing weaknesses?

also genuinely dont know but im gonna say describing smells, feel free to tell me if any of u have read any of my shit

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

a few words are nice and cool, but just make it natural and don't over-do it? like if you're fluent in the language or have an editor who is then like pop off and write multi lingual characters, if it's like a whole conversation i beg u to put a translation after it. i only speak eng

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

supernatural

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Concept of Joy :(((( i've been writing it with my partner for over a year and i love it sm...

if u see this and you write, please do this too and tag me at the top so i see it for sure :]]]